That’s hilarious.
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That’s hilarious.
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
& selfsaving ;
THAT EXPRESSION LIKE IT’S MADE OF MISCHIEF ALWAYS SITS WELL ON MEG. coupled with the finger under his chin it might actually be just a little bit intoxicating. ryan hopes he isn’t going red. ‘cause he sure feels hot. “ yeah ? ” god , he’s definitely a little bit red —— he can feel it around his neck. “ well , we’ll see. maybe all the hot chicks will be put off ‘cause they don’t know your glitter - removing trick. ” one thumb dips into the pink paint and draws two thick , clumsy BATTLE LINES along each of meg’s cheeks before she can protest. “ we probably look super dumb. ”
she can see his BLUSH and it just makes her smirk even more SULTRY. ❝ just an excuse to show them in the SHOWER then, isn’t it ? ❞ she chuckles but her seductiveness is interrupted by thumbs smudging against her cheeks. she SPLUTTERS before giggling again. ❝ at least you KNOW my best colours, ❞ she grins. the colour MATCHING the heart tattooed under her eye -- DOLL FACE’S signature ( though she was AMAZED she’d gotten away with being a model while having it, the power of make-up, eh ? ). ❝ DUMB ? no way ! maybe you in your DAD JEANS but either way, we look cute. ❞
❛ you know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? ❜ a pause as calloused hand brushed against worn features, words uttered from a combination of frustration and guilt. ❛ well, it works both ways. ❜
starter call ( accepting ! ) / @mtrny.
meg hadn’t been paying any PARTICULAR attention when geoff had come and sat in the armchair in the living room. she’d been absorbed in her emails. HOWEVER, his words caught her attention causing her head to turn and brow to raise. ❝ WHAT’S HAPPENED ? ❞ she asks, not at all sure where he was coming from.
Mad Queen Meg
💏 can I slip this in?
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !32. to wake yours up
one of the UPSIDES for being so close to the mad king is that she’s been trusted enough to have access to his private labs, his office, even his home. PURELY, for ‘ professional ’ reasons, of course. however, meg turney NEVER misses an opportunity when it’s presented and since she has ACCESS to the mad scientist in ways that others do not, she FULLY takes ADVANTAGE of it. at present, she’s CRAWLED over him while he’s been sleeping, straddling and sitting on his stomach. she’s got EVERY CHANCE of getting herself hurt by doing what she’s doing but it doesn’t stop her. she’s likes to toy with the mad king as MUCH as he likes to toy with others. after all, isn’t TURN ABOUT meant to be fair play ?
she leans down, her red hair DANGLING to the one side where she’s swept it out the way, allowing her to duck down and gently brush her lips against the mad king’s. she HUMS at the same time, grinning like the cat whose got the cream.
she presses their lips together PROPERLY after he’s begun to stir. it’s PLAYFUL in nature, almost like a child pecking at a parent’s lips -- albeit, there’s NOTHING remotely innocent about their working OR personal relationships.
❝ wake up, SLEEPY, ❞ she chuckles, hands RESTING on his chest so that she can attempt to push him back down if he goes to lunge at her for daring to enter his personal chambers and waking him up in such a fashion. ❝ you’ve got a MEETING in less than an hour with THE ARCHITECT. ❞
💏 uwu
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !21. in danger
before she’d even done it, meg REGRETTED it. this was a dick move and she wasn’t sure julianna would be FORGIVING her, not any time soon. yet, there was nothing else the mercenary thought was able to be done. her ONLY saving grace was that the kiss she was bestowing on julie’s lips was GENUINE -- to an extent. she cared DEEPLY for the other which is why, in the middle of a gang fight, meg had grabbed the other and pressed a FORCEFUL kiss against her lips. forget the gunfire around them, the BOYS had them covered. meg’s eyes were OPEN as she began to drive julie backwards, never once separating their lips as they stumbled towards the get away vehicle where jack was waiting and SCREAMING for people to get in.
there was no getting in. NOT YET. not until the numbers had been thinned and when they got close enough to the car, meg SHOVED julie into the backseat and SLAMMED the door shut. jack must had known what meg was up to the second she saw the two women kissing and heading AWAY from the fight because once the door was closed, jack hit LOCK so there was no chance of getting out.
❝ i’m not gonna APOLOGISE, ❞ meg bellowed of the sound of bullets EXPLODING from chambers, through the ringing in her ears from being close to so many of them. ❝ you NEED to get outta here and let us take care of it, ❞ she added before turning tail, not giving a chance for julie to respond or staying to listen to the SCREAMS OF PROTEST.
💏 ( from jack or Geoff, whoever you feel pips )
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !20. on a scar
to say meg LOVED scars was an understatement. if anything, she had a bit of an OBSESSION with them. she considered every scar as a story, one to either be withheld or SHARED at the discretion of whoever bore it. regardless of if the tale was shared or not, she ADMIRED the marks on any human body but most notably of those who she CARED for. she’d been lounging around with jack, contently lying on her stomach on jack’s bed, flicking through a magazine while jack was trying on various outfits, finding what was MOST SUITABLE for an upcoming job.
it was only when meg looked up, while jack was switching shirts, that the currently blonde haired ( a WIG for a job, of course ) mercenary noticed a scar on jack’s shoulder. one that looked like an EXIT WOUND. meg was instantly on her feet, bouncing over towards jack and coming to stand behind her. as always, meg was CONSIDERABLY SHORTER than the other. hell, she was EVEN shorter than jeremy. she rose onto her tip toes, at first just fingers tracing the mark until a few seconds later, they were replaced with her LIPS.
❝ tell me what happened ? ❞ she asked, completely INNOCENTLY. there wasn’t an ounce of ill-intent in meg’s body when it came to jack. no want to know JUST to tell others or to use it as leverage in some way at a later date. just PURE intrigue and wish to know the older woman better.
💏
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !17. to distract @crownink
whenever the LADS wanted something that they knew geoff nor jack would approve of, they usually turned to RYAN for help. alas, ryan was on a job and so they turned to the next best thing. MEG. why ? because you’re just a female ryan ! as jeremy had PROCLAIMED when she’d asked why they’d come to her. she’d just rolled her eyes and shaken her head BUT she had a soft spot for all the lads so she’d agreed to help them. after all, they weren’t asking for a lot, just a DISTRACTION. well, distraction meg could do.
she knew geoff wasn’t as STUPID as many in los santos tried to make him sound but one thing she COULD count on was his chivalry. pretend to be the pretty lady ( even MORE SO when one of geoff’s own crew ) in need of HELP and she’d be able to supply the lads with their opening. of course, being at a BAR, when the MAIN members of the crew were celebrating a good store robbery made it easier. meg, who normally freelanced and helped them a little on the side, was only there because she’d been CALLED and asked to join them.
for the lads BENEFIT, she played drunk. stumbling towards geoff and GIGGLING, her hands grabbing his face and squishing it like he was a baby that she was playing with. then came THE KISS. it wasn’t brief in nature, she DELIBERATELY prolonged it so that the lads had all the time in the world to ESCAPE and go on the rampage they were desperate to go on.
when she was SURE that they’d had enough time to leg it, she pulled back. STILL GIGGLING and slurred her words. ❝ hiiii geoff, ❞ she breathes out, her face staying close to his. ❝ you look vgery hapndmose today. ❞
💏 YEET
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !40. because the world is ending
when they WOKE UP, they had both known this was the end of the world. at least, the world they knew. both were SURVIVORS, born & bred but that didn’t mean much in this hell pit. where ryan was a STAMPEDE, meg was a MOUSE. as much as she longed to stay by his side through what could be their LAST moments in this plain of existence, she knew that they’d be better off apart. there were some here who claimed STICKING TOGETHER was the key to survival but meg reckoned it was just like los santos. this was a DOG EAT DOG world and you had to leave your loved ones to keep them safe.
there were TEARS prickling in her eyes as she crashed into ryan. her hands GRIPPING his face and tugging him down to her level ( which was nearly an ENTIRE FOOT down ). lips met his, tinged with desperation. for meg, as she kissed him with all the PASSION & FORCE she could muster, time stood still. THIS would be the moment that came to her mind when the last bit of life ebbed from her body, when she was HOOKED or MORI’D.
the kiss didn’t last as long as it felt BUT when it did end ( with much reluctance from the doll ), meg rested her forehead against his. the tears she’d been FIGHTING back began to pour down her face but they were silent. if she’d learned anything during their time together, it was that silence kept them alive in ALL situations. she’d learned to MUFFLE her cries of pain, of sadness, of agony but that had never meant she didn’t feel them STRONGLY.
❝ i LOVE you, you giant dork, ❞ she whispers, just as much URGENCY in her voice as there had been in her kiss. ❝ promise me, you won’t play HERO for anyone. save YOURSELF and meet me by the EXIT GATE...promise me... ❞
fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…
…good morning.
…goodnight.
…goodbye.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…to shut them up.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake yours up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because yours is running out of time.
…because mine is.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
& gangrieve ;
` y’ got me there. ` ray points his silencer at meg and promptly sticks it in his backpack so she couldn’t beat him over the head with it . it was true , he probably shouldn’t have smoked as much as he did —- but it didn’t interfere with his work before and that’s why he has no intention of backing down from this fight (& also he’s having a little fun). ` you’re like three feet tall , what’re you gonna do ? SLAP ME ? `
it’s an INVITATION that she cannot REFUSE. small, she may have been BUT she wasn’t gonna put up with anyone’s shit. ESPECIALLY NOT RAY’S. without a second thought, her arm is thrown BACK and then slammed forward, CONNECTING with his cheek. creating a RESOUNDING and satisfying SMACK sound. the offending hand then comes to rest upon her hip, as does her other hand. eyebrows RAISED and look stern as she stares at him. ❝ height ain’t a PROBLEM, you punk ass BITCH ! ❞
& gangrieve ;
` UH ? YEAH IT IS ? ` ray kind of wonders if they’re going to need to take their glasses off to kiss: he leans in and tries it , straight on , and they end up clacking against one another loudly , followed by his own laughter . amusement trickles down his spine electrifyingly and quick , spreading a tingly feeling all - through his thighs and arms . ‘ you didn’t even watch the notebook you noob , what do you know about romance ? `
she gives him a playful SHOVE as their teeth clack, laughing along with him. though, she DOES lean up and return his gestures of affection but planting a kiss at the corner of his lips. ❝ you mean that DOUCHE BAG not taking no for an answer was meant to be ROMANTIC ? ❞ she questions with a slight roll of her eyes. ❝ do you find it ROMANTIC because you can relate to him as a person ? ❞ she teases, her hands snaking up to rest on ray’s shoulders, fingers gently gripping at his hoodie.
💙💙💙
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“ my biggest fear is that i will end up telling you everything ”
not much a poet but a criminal // accepting !
a CONCERNED frown becomes etched onto normally joyous features. she’s KNOWN ryan a long time, been CLOSE to him for just as long. so, to hear him sound so OMINOUS and FOREBODING, like it’s going to be her undoing is extremely concerning. ❝ what ELSE is there ? ❞ she asks. she had been so SURE that she had known ryan as well as she knew the back of her own hand. that they had spent HOURS whispering to one another in the dark, discussing their deepest secrets AND everything in between.
❝ you know you can tell me ANYTHING, ❞ she tries to reassure him. to REMIND him that everything he tells her remains with her until she’s six foot under.
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