#angryannabel

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Firefriends zombie au ((bring the pain))

"Go on," Annabel calls, staring into the distant horizon at the movement of what looks like a wandering child, "I'll catch up to you."

It's almost sunset, and it's either turning back to uncertain death with her or pressing forward to the relative safety of a shelter by herself. Allegany grips the woman's hand in her own, and shakes her head, "I'm goin' with you."

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✿ ;D

They'd met a few times before, though Ricky was always too nervous to talk to her on account of the intimidating way she held herself (like she would set you on goddamn fire if you looked at her wrong), and he'd made sure never to get on her bad side. Now, they were sitting side by side in a short tunnel, sides heaving, nervous laughter tumbling out of their lips at the thought of how close their escape was. They would calm down enough to breathe again, but their eyes would meet and they'd double over again, great whooping laughs leaving them breathless.He turned to her, smile wide and sunny, and kissed her on the cheek. She stared at him for a moment--and he thought she was going to Fry Him Up--before she started laughing again, slapping him on the back. He was glad he'd never gotten on her bad side. 

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♫ for the firefriends!

Chocolate - The 1975

Yeah,we’re dressed in black from head to toe,We’ve got guns hidden under our petticoatsNo, we’re never gonna quit it. [ X ]

Cloud 9 - Lucy & The Cloud Parade

Lucky just to be, lucky just to seeLove can set me free [ X ]

Mirrors - Natalia Kills

If I, if I run away with you tonight, tonightWe could make the wrongs feel right, so rightWe could do some damage [ X ]

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§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

Answered previously. His father, thankfully, did not pass down hereditary baldness. Isaiah's hair would go grey at the temples, but you'd actually start to see it in his facial hair first. Though he keeps clean-shaven so that might be a little hard to notice.

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firefriends or heartburn #8 !!

// And a bonus heartburn in #14:

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playlist: heartburn (duh)

( a house on fire ) ;; i’ll hold your hand and even if it burns me, i’ll never let you go

first meeting:

I dare you to come along with meLet’s take a walk along the stars [ X ]

becoming lovers:

Neighbourhoods will try to dreamWhile you and me, we hold and leanOnto bodies slick and chargedTogether just one beating heart [ X ]

breakup:

Would have bled to make you happyYou didn’t need to treat me that wayAnd now you beat me at my own game [ X ]

working it out:

I’m ready when you’re ready for meAnd I’m waiting for the right timeFor the day I catch your eyeTo let you know that I’m yours to hold [ X ]

happily ever after:

And it’s so hard to say it but I’ve been here beforeNow I’ll surrender up my heartAnd swap it for yours [ X ]

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☠ ((if u feel like it))

Infiltrator: Your muse slips in my muse’s gang to gain information

The information given to him by the cartel had been accurate—if a little outdated—but the file on Annabel Clarke had been rather sparse. Perhaps sparse was not the correct word, he mused, following the young woman of interest up the stairs of the abandoned tenement. Incinerated would have been a better choice.

Little Miss Sunshine, the joy of Lamont’s eye and through careful observation, he’d noted that Ashford had no small amount of pride in his adopted daughter. He’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t just the slightest bit curious about what made the heir-apparent of this particular mob operation so special.

Somehow, as he took one step to her two to reach the vantage point, he’d also expected her to be a little taller. Well, height was no indication of ability, he thought as he swept aside the shattered glass before opening up the case he’d carried up for the job.

"Spotted the target yet? We haven’t got all day."

Scoped in, he heard rather than saw her fold her arms, the rustle of fabric and the tap of her foot against the floor alerting him to her impatience. It was good fortune—not for the poor sod—that both the mob and the cartel wanted this mark dead. “Target sighted.”

"Fire when you’re ready."

He exhaled, relaxing as the cross-hairs lined up just right, and squeezed the trigger.