destined for disaster

kristina reyes thirty-two south shores that girl is p o i s o n

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bennett-delaney‌:

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What would Bennett rather be doing on a Friday night? Anything else. Yet here he was, walking very uncomfortably into a strip club that he felt very out of place in - not only for the fact that he was very, very gay but also because he was adorned in a custom fit suit that just dripped in expense. He sighed softly as he dipped his head after making eye contact with a woman that was more than naked. Truthfully, the man was looking for one woman in particular because he was likely going to be the main prosecutor on the case against the killer that was still running loose in Santa Cielo and like it or not, she was connected. She had been the one to find the body after all.

A few moments went by and Bennett took a seat on a comfortable couch, flattening down the breast of his suit jacket as he tried to make himself look relaxed. His eyes fell upon a woman moving toward him and he immediately recognized her as the person he had come to this place for - though he hadn’t quite decided how he was going to lead the conversation.

Friday nights were the busiest at Driftwood, as one could probably imagine. People strolled in after work and kept on coming until the early hours of the morning, drinking and shouting and ogling until the neon signs were switched off and the bouncers made everyone go home until Saturday afternoon. Krissy thrived off of the energy of Friday nights - she would do a few sets, serve a few drinks, snort a few lines...the time passed more quickly than at any other time of the day or night.

She had just tucked a tray under her arm and was heading toward the bar when a man caught her eye - he looked more than nervous, he looked absolutely out of place. His eyes landed on her and she offered a smirk, making her way over to him and taking a seat next to him. “Are you lost, honey?”

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mjducaine‌:

Malcolm stumbled back a few steps as the woman gave him a rather impressive shove - nearly making him trip over his own feet before he caught himself. The man raised his eyebrows again and regained his balance before he gestured to the woman. “Alright, alright. Keep it comin’ gorgeous.” The man stated, wiping his forehead on the back of his hand.

She tried a few more punches, doing her best to duck out of the when when he returned them. This was a bit of a dance, it seemed, choreographed movements that held a very specific purpose. Kristina wouldn’t be joining a fight club of any sort any time soon, be she supposed that it would be helpful not to have to rely on somebody else to come to her aid.

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coopergarrett‌:

“Yeah.” Garrett agrees quietly. He’d broken down in the woman’s arms, let her hold him through the night prior - been as weak and as vulnerable as he could possibly be. But it had all felt wrong - being weak, letting Kelsey see all of the things he bottled up inside. He knew how fragile happiness could be, and there would always exist within this man the fear that one day the weight of his fear and grief and sorrow would prove too much for Kelsey to handle when she had the rest of the world already weighing upon her. “You’re right.” He nods, convinced now that Kelsey couldn’t take care of this family the way he needed to. 

Garrett’s eyes round for a moment, a tsk in his throat as he realized Krissy wasn’t so new to what she had witnessed. At best it had been a trigger for the younger woman, and the reason she’s shown up to see him today. “No, it doesn’t. One day you wake up… And their face isn’t the first thing you think of anymore. And then it gets a little easier.”

She’d surprised him with her revelation, and why shouldn’t it have surprised him? Nobody would take a look at Kristina and immediately assume to know all of the shit that she had been through in her life. Add that tot he fact that she very rarely let anyone in and you had one big walking conundrum in heels. “Yeah,” she agreed quietly. She couldn’t pinpoint when that day had been for her...even now, Kristina still woke up sometimes expecting to see her mother’s face or hear her voice, but it wasn’t nearly as often as it used to be. She was growing up, she was getting older. She was coping.

Kristina let them exist in the silence for a few moments before she nodded slightly, taking a few steps towards the door to leave. “I should go. Thanks. For the coffee. And you’re going to be okay, Garrett.” Did she know that for sure? Absolutely not. But that was the right thing to say.

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andie-vega‌:

Andie fumbled around in her bag for a moment before she found her keys, handing them off to the woman as she stumbled toward the door slowly. She wiped her eyes messily, being thankful for a moment that she wasn’t wearing any makeup because otherwise, it would be running down to her chin at this point through all of her tears. The prospect of going back into her apartment, the scene of everything that had happened, made the tears well up in her hazel eyes again.

She took the keys in her hand and inserted one in the lock; Kristina looked over at Andie and left the key there as both hands went to her friend’s shoulders. “Hey. Hey. You’re okay. Alright? Everything’s fine. You can’t stand out here all day.” Kristina didn’t know what she was about to walk into but she hoped there wasn’t a big mess on the other side of the front door. Her hand returned to the door and she turned the key in the lock, pushing the door open with her foot as she helped guide Andie inside.

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sidjcmes‌:

“Do what?” She shot back playfully, feigning ignorance as best as her lacking acting skills would allow. “You think you’re the only one that knows that? I’m turning fifty-six next birthday, but that’s just between you and me.” At times the hangovers did make her feel aged beyond her years, but there was still some ability to bounce back. It was waning though and she had begun to enjoy pitying herself after heavy nights. Perhaps that was aging, allowing oneself to slump into maturity. Sid wasn’t the type, she’d certainly slouch but her personal maintenance of her manicured appearance prevented age from being any kind of mortal enemy. 

“You know I’m part of the clientele, right?” Sid joked, though perhaps she did fit right in with such an odd rag-tag group of individuals. She knew she offered a different spin, however. Her eyes did not stare at the women as if they were unattainable, as if enough money would draw them near. What a horrid existence that surely was. For Sid, it was a darker gallery, living pieces on display and she only ever looked at them like the art they were. Not to be touched, purely just to be appreciated. Sid noted the spot on her wrist and she placed the stencil down in line. She peeled back the paper and flexed Kristina’s wrist to watch for morphing. “Okay, she’s a beauty. Have a look at it. If it’s looking like where you want it to be let me know and we’ll get going.”

“I’d get you a cake with fifty-six candles, but I think that would be a fire hazard.” God was it good that Kristina had ended up walking through that shop’s door tonight. Somehow Sidney had become exactly what she needed to loosen up, to clear her mind of all of the shit that was had happened. It was just easy being there, simple, no extra effort required. Krissy rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah. But you’re the outlier. You’re not a bad person.” The phrase was presented as a throwaway, though it shouldn’t have been. Driftwood attracted a lot of dangerous people, people who could put you in your grave if you looked at them wrong - that was the main draw. But there were also people like Sidney who were just there to kick back and have a good time. How she could do so in the midst of the mess Kristina could not fathom, but she was always glad to see Sidney in the crowd.

Her eyes stayed on her wrist as Sidney began the process and Krissy nodded after she spoke; for a spur-of-the-moment tattooing, this was already going well. “Yeah, that’s perfect. Go for it.”

[inkmyskinwithyourname]

And in the end she chose cocaine But it couldn’t fix her brain.

The 1975 (Song: She lays down)

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mjducaine‌:

Malcolm let a salacious grin spread across his face as he looked down at the smaller woman, allowing his forehead to press against hers for only a moment. Did he have ulterior motives? Not necessarily, but it would be hard for him to deny that their practice was making him feel a certain type of way. It was no secret that Malcolm liked it rough, so such acts - even though they were not inherently sexual in nature - could turn so very quickly for him.

He let his hands drag hers up above her head, holding them in place while he looked down at her, catching his breath slowly. For a moment he looked at her, letting himself get lost in those eyes that gave him warmth in his chest before he let her go, stepping back and rubbing his hand over his chest.

“I definitely do, but that’s not the point here, dollface.” The man stated, getting back in position with his hands near his face and his back leg extended slightly so he could have good leverage.

A chuckled bubbled up from her throat and her eyes locked on his while her tongue slowly ran over her top lip. Back to that list of things she would rather be doing than trying to kick Malcolm Ducaine in the face... She allowed him to pull her arms up over her head and she cocked her head to the side slightly, waiting for his next move. Unfortunately, he backed away, still dedicated to this ridiculous exercise. 

Kristina let out a huff of air through her nose and used her hands to push herself away from the wall. With another deep breath she went at him again, pushing hard against his chest with all of her might and twisting back around again before he could grab her.

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mjducaine‌:

Malcolm had only let his guard down for a half of a second before he found himself being knocked backward slightly by a kick to his chest - a pretty damn good one at that too. He rubbed the spot and let out a cough, raising his eyebrows at the woman after a moment of catching his breath. His dark eyes met her and he nodded slowly, moving toward her with a smile on his face.

“Okay, okay, not bad. I’ll give you that one.” The man stated as he meandered over to her, still rubbing his chest as though she had gotten him pretty hard. Though it only took another breath before he had grabbed her around the waist and backed her up against one of the far falls, hands holding hers behind her back as he raised an eyebrow at her. “Good, but not good enough.” Malcolm teased, looking down at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

A triumphant grin spread over her lips and it took everything in her not to let out a mocking HA. Her hands went to rest on her hips and she watched him, waiting for praise to be showered upon her. When she received it she raised her hands to tighten her ponytail, only he did not seem to think this was the time for a quick break. His arm hooked around her and Krissy yelped as he pushed her backwards, trying and failing to push her palms against his chest.

Her wrists and back softly hit the wall and Kristina sighed, catching her breath while she tipped her chin upwards so she could look up at him. “I’m beginning to think you have ulterior motives here,” she returned slowly, brow raisin slightly.

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mjducaine‌:

Malcolm was more than prepared for the woman to lunge at him - in fact, he encouraged it. It was the only way he would feel good about Kristina protecting herself if he knew exactly what she was being taught. Besides, he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to get a little rough with a woman who looked like that. Who would? As she lunged at him, he almost immediately grabbed her by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, pulling her body up against his. 

His other arm wrapped around her upper body, hand positioning a blade near the artery in her neck for the show. For a moment he breathed against her cheek before he held the knife out in front of her in a gesture - showing her what could have been. “This would take your carotid right out. You hesitated and I knew where you were going.” He murmured before letting her arm go, not that it was in a particularly rough hold, but a hold nonetheless.

He had caught her arm in an instant and Kristina let out an aggravated groan when he pulled her close, her back settling against his chest. She froze when he rose the knife, the image of him holding one covered in blood flashing before her eyes for a split second until she blinked a few times to get rid of it. He wasn’t actually going to hurt her. He wouldn’t.

His breath was hot on her face and she nodded a tiny nod to show that she understood. “Yeah. I don’t think anyone is going for my carotid, though,” she returned quietly, unable to drop any of the sass that was housed inside of her. When he let her go she took a slow few steps forward before turning on him, this time raising her leg and swinging it around to land a kick against his chest.

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mjducaine‌:

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“Dollface, c’mon. You’re not going to hurt me. I’ve been through worse, believe me. Just defend yourself like I’m coming at you - it’ll be fine.” Malcolm stated, gearing up his hands in front of him as though he were getting ready for a boxing match. He stood in front of the woman in nothing but his gym shorts, shirt having been discarded a while ago from other activities they had put into practice. But since they had gotten onto the topic of people hassling the woman, Malcolm took it upon himself to teach her - or at least attempt to - how to defend herself in such situations should they arise again in the future.

He gave her the motion with his fingers, telling her to invade his space as he waited, angling his hips toward her so he would have good leverage should she try to knock him off balance. The man waited patiently as the woman protested, giving her a look as he stayed in position - he supposed the first key trick was to always stay alert and focused and ready to go in case somebody changed their mind. Now wasn’t any different.

This session was not Kristina’s idea. She could think of a million things that she would rather be doing with Malcolm Ducaine, and throwing punches was certainly not one of them. Slaps? Maybe. Depending on where... But here she found herself in the gym in his complex, frowning at him as she protested. “Mac, I don’t need this,” she said for probably the tenth time that day. Was Santa Cielo becoming more dangerous by the minute? Yes. But Kristina had survived the streets of New York City and she was sure that nothing was worse than that.

When it became clear yet again that he wasn’t giving in, Kristina groaned and decided to comply. After taking a deep breath, she swatted the ends of her ponytail out of her face and lunged toward him, fist extending as quickly as she could.

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penelopewells‌:

Penelope took her phone back shoving it into her purse. Anger was not an emotion she was use to feeling or expressing. An immediate guilt for the way she was acting seemed to set in. But it was all framed with a desperation. P felt desperate over anything else. Desperate for understanding of her own life, of people she thought she knew. Her eyes lifted once more to meet the familiar woman who she did not know, but who seemed to be intertwined in her life. “Thank you.” The words fell from her lips in a genuine way.  

Penelope took a step backward before heading out to the street to dial the number given to  her.

//END

[wnq-writers]

She wears darkness as a queen wears a crown: proud, confident, beautiful and above all meant only for her.

Sophia Carey  (via ismena)

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penelopewells‌:

Penelope’s brows furrowed as the woman snapped. It wasn’t because the woman snapped. No, it was because the statement made her believe she told Mac a lot of things. The woman bubbled with a slight anger that she held in her fists, gripping the money tighter. Why did this random woman get to know more of Mac than she did? When it came to Krissy, Penelope had kept her mouth shut. She didn’t tell Mac anything, so why couldn’t the other do the same? “Because you haven’t brought me up yet. I haven’t mentioned you either.” Her tone was dull.

Penelope felt her emotions rising inside of her. She needed to get out of here, but there were still so many steps she had to take. Fine, if all she could get was a number, she would take it. “And not Novara.” She voiced just in case that was who she had in mind. The brunette shoved the money back into her purse, before crossing her arms over her body.

She knew that Penelope wasn’t stupid. The other woman knew that id Krissy brought her up to Malcolm, she would have had to explain more than she wanted to. Besides, when Kristina was with Mac, the last thing she wanted to do was talk, especially about...whoever this girl was to him. Kristina could see the anger rising in Penelope and she took a deep breath so she wouldn’t snap at her again. 

Krissy nodded at Penelope’s reply and put a hand out for the woman’s phone. Once she had, Kristina quickly typed in the number of one of Christian’s other associates, from memory of course. When she handed it back, she paused for a moment before speaking again. “Be careful, Penelope. The first couple of times is...” She drifted off, assuming that Penelope probably wouldn’t heed her warning anyway.

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thomweaver‌:

Thomas cradled his glass, glazed over eyes staring at Krissy with blatant contempt. “Yeah? Why don’t you be a woman and take off your fucking clothes for five bucks. What gets me a happy ending around here?” He asks. The man had come with one purpose in mind - having the bouncer beat the living shit out of him, though he wasn’t sure whether or not Krissy would interfere. “Your friend’s a bitch. Guess you like to keep similar company.”

There was never a good time to pick a fight with Kristina, but while she was at work and the person instigating it was drunk and belligerent? Definitely not the time. Her eyes narrowed and she took a few more steps toward him. “Oh honey, five bucks? You couldn’t afford for me to spit in your drink.” There wasn’t any reason for him to be taking whatever this was out on her and she was not going to take it. “Get out of here, Thom. Before you do something you can’t take back.”

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archiewilson‌:

it’s a match @krissyreyes​

It had been several years since Archie had been to one of his families dinners. They were grand and huge and for some reason diving into one with his head first was the best decision he’d made in weeks. He missed them, without a doubt and even if they weren’t related by blood the family consisted of the people he would have the hardest time betraying. With Kelsey and his niece running around, his mother preparing food and his father drinking a beer talking to the neighbors, Archie wondered why he’d become as fucked up as he had been. 

He was content and happy with his family around him, but Kelsey had been talking about a friend of her’s which he hadn’t met whom she wanted him to meet. He knew it was his sister’s attempt at matching him with someone, but Archie wasn’t too sure about it. Sure, it had been a while since his last relationship, but it didn’t mean he’d say yes to anything. He didn’t care about people like others and he more than anything didn’t have room to love someone new. The surprise on his face when Kristina Reyes was at the gathering had him frowning - And it got even worse when Kelsey was pointing at her, wiggling her eyebrows at him. What the fuck had his sister just started? 

Kristina not only had no idea why Kelsey had invited her to this...family thing but she was also uncomfortable, and she was sure that it showed. She just couldn’t say no to her friend right now...Garrett’s family was going through a terrible time and Kelsey was also a part of Garrett’s family. It felt wrong to blow her off, even though Krissy was sure that the last person the Wilsons wanted in their home was the stripper who found their probable-basically-son-in-law’s sister’s body on the beach.

She’d had a drink and chatted idly with Mrs. Wilson and let Macy show her all of the toys she had dragged over to her grandma and grandpa’s house. Kristina was exhausted. She didn’t notice anything between Kelsey and Archie...she didn’t even know that Archie was there until she jumped out of the way of one of the Wilsons’ neighbors and found herself standing right in front of him. “Archie...” He looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him, even though this was his parents’ house. “Hi. Um. Hi.”

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thomweaver‌:

Thomas was absolutely pissed, half-leaning against the bar, half-teetering off the edge of his barstool. He was supposed to be at the precinct, caring for Michael, doing anything to be a functioning adult - but he was incapable. He’d come to pick a fight - he knew one wrong move and the bouncer would drag him behind the Driftwood and beat the living hell out of him, but first he’d drink himself into oblivion. Krissy wandering over, however, wasn’t a part of the plan. “Not interested.” He waves her away, lips finding the rim of his whiskey as he took another sip he didn’t need. “Go talk to Andie.”

A brow rose sky high at the very blunt greeting/dismissal and Krissy’s lips set into a thin line. “Well you’re in the wrong place if you’re not interested,” she said pointedly. “Unless you’re hiding, in which case, there’s no need to be rude about it.” She wasn’t in the mood for an attitude at the moment - she rarely was. Kristina was about to walk away but then he mentioned Andie. “Oh? If you two had a fight you should handle it like a man, Thom. Don’t come in here and sass me.”

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andie-vega‌:

She lifted her head and leaned over toward her friend, her tears falling down her cheeks as she sobbed against the shoulder of her friend. Nothing made sense and she knew it wouldn’t unless she sobered up and explained everything that happened to Kristina - but for now she was perfectly happy to wallow in her drunken self-pity about what could have been.

“I love him so much, Kris. God, I love him. I love him.” The woman choked on her sobs, clutching at her chest as she did so. The cab driver probably thought she was crazy, or maybe he had seen worse from a drunk bar patron, she didn’t know.

Kristina let Andie’s head rest against her, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close. Jesus Christ, what was happening? “I know you do,” Krissy murmured, lifting a hand to smooth down Andie’s hair. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll get you home, we’ll figure it out.” The cab made its way down the sandy streets of Santa Cielo and when they reached Andie’s place, Kristina paid the driver and slowly helped Andie exit the vehicle. “Keys?” she asked, open palm in front of Andie as she walked her friend to the door.