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[mxwellsa]

     𝐒𝐇𝐄      𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒      𝐎𝐍      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇,                      sweater    wrapped    around    her    tightly.    tears    were    streaked    down    her    face,    and    she      quickly      wipes    at    them    before    typing    back. 

[ delivered      —      care      bare ]      im at home

[ delivered      —      care      bare ]     no im not okay

     𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄      𝐈𝐒      𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃,                      set    to    the    side.    the    night    had    just    been    one      cluster      fuck,      and    she    was    tired    of    it.    barry    made    her      laugh       and      smile           -           something    she      needed      right    then.    she    had    called    him    for    a      reason.      now    it    was    just    the      waiting      game      until    he    got    there.

@brkmans​          /          from  (  x  )

[mtchstck-a]

draw + barry uwu

tired,, let him Rest,,

[deadgcrl-aaa]

                  ** PLOTTED  STARTER  //   @brkmans​

                ☽                      there’s  a  large  envelope  of  cash  in  her  bag;  once  she’d  decided  what  needed  to  happen,  she’d  worked  herself  to  the  bone,  saving  up  what  she  assumed  would  be  an  acceptable  amount.  what  if  it  wasn’t?  she  feels  sick,  sitting  there.  coffee  untouched,  cold,  sits  in  front  of  her  and  her  normally  tanned  skin  is  almost  sickly  pale.  despite  her  nerves,  her  fear...  she  knew  this  was  the  right  decision.  after  everything  her  ex  had  done  to  her,  escaping  hadn’t  set  her  free. 

the  door  to  the  coffee  shop  opens  and  she  jumps,  widened  doe  eyes  follow  the  steps  of  the  new  patron,  but  they  move  to  the  opposite  side  of  the  establishment  and  she  slumps  in  her  seat.  what  if  he  doesn’t  show?  constant  paranoia  and  fear  for  her  life  is  slowly  tearing  her  apart.  she  needs  this.  katherine  doesn’t  remember  what  it  feels  like  to  be  free  anymore,  can’t  remember  what  it  felt  like  to  suck  in  a  deep  breath  of  clean  air  and  be  able  to  enjoy  it.

lost  in  her  own  thoughts,  she  doesn’t  hear  the  sound  of  the  bell  signal  a  new  arrival,  only  when  the  man  sits  down  opposite  her  in  the  booth  does  she  come  back  to  the  present,  nearly  jumping  out  of  her  own  skin  as  she  looks  up  at  the  man  with  wide,  fearful  eyes.    ❛   are--- you’re  the  one  i  spoke  too,  right?   ❜  she  clutches  the  bag  tighter  to  her  chest,  unable  to  trust  the  man  she’s  trying  to  hire  is  actually  him.  her  ex  had  goons.  people.  they  were  always  watching  her.

[jakoburis-blog]

@brkmans​  liked  for  a  starter.

     it was their first night together since he’d handed barry his rather expensive fee, and there was still a side of him that didn’t feel entirely secure.  the scp foundation wasn’t well known to the average person, but on the inside, their security had ways of handling those who didn’t want to follow the rules.  people didn’t retire from the scp foundation, they didn’t just hand in their two weeks notice.  it was why he’d run, why he still had his badge, access cards, what have you in his duffel bag.  he’d left his apartment, even rehomed his cat, whatever it took  --  he didn’t want to die.  he was scared, he was fucking terrified.  and it was why it was four am, and there they were in the night’s safehouse, and neither of them were asleep. jakob fucking hated this, the paranoia, being terrified of every small noise.  part of him wanted to ask if they could sit together, but they didn’t know each other like that.  at least not yet.  he just wanted to feel safe.  he hadn’t even asked his name when he hired him.

     “ so  ...  how  long  have  you  been  doing  this ? ”

     were questions inappropriate? jakob didn’t exactly know how these things went, or how people in this profession acted, or protected themselves  --  he hadn’t asked beforehand, mostly due to the fact that he needed to stay out of the public eye ;  he would’ve taken just about anything at this point.  but this guy seemed like he knew what he was doing, maybe a little too much so.

[trashmouthrecords]

Spiked | Richie & Barry

@brkmans​ asked:  “Did someone spike the punch?”

“What are you? Twelve? Yeah. Dude. I did.”

Richie shrugged, taking a sip of the punch he’d just dumped a fifth of vodka in. Natalie had brought a lovely punch that was woefully alcohol free and Richie was a bit tipsy already.

[fearfollow]

☎

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone | accepting

NAME: barry ❤️

RINGTONE: i got you babe by sonny and cher

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: do you need me to pick anything up?

LAST TEXT SENT: Sure! I figured maybe we could watch a movie so? Any kind of movie snack really (you can run w/ that definition if you want, I’m not picky)

[mxwellsa]

𝐛𝐫𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 : barry reaches around her, squeezes her hand around the hilt of the gun. 'hold it tighter. the push back's killer.'

random  asks                    /                    @brkmans​

     𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒      𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓      𝐓𝐎      𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃      𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍      𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘,                     her    hands      shaking      with    the    pressure    she’s    applying.    she’s      nervous      and      scared           -           who      wouldn’t      be      after    everything    that    had    happened    in    such    a    short    time    span    ?    her    rib    still      aches      where    the    stitches    are,    but    she    doesn’t      dare      complain.    it    was    such    a      minor      thing      in    the    grand    scheme    of    injuries. 

     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒      𝐀      𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏      𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇,                     and    one    eye    is      shut      so    she    can    aim    for    the    bottle    better.    with    barry    guiding    her,    there’s    a      quick      squeeze      and    reggie    is    pushed    back    into    him.    barry    was      right           -           the    push    back    was    a    killer.    blue    eyes    shoot    open,    hearing    a      soft      sound      of    the    bullet    hitting    something.    it    takes    a    second,    but    she    can    see    a      small      nick      on    the    wood    near    where    she    had    been    aiming.    she    had    been      close,      and    that    excited    her.    a    wide    smile    stretches    on    her    face,    turning    to    the    other    to    point    it    out.    but    the      minute      eyes    land    on    barry’s    face,    she    pauses.

     𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘      𝐖𝐀𝐒      𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓      𝐓𝐎      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐍𝐎𝐖.                     reggie    had    always    thought    of    him    as    a      kind      person,    who    wouldn’t    hurt    a    fly.    sure,    once    or    twice    he    would    get      angry      and      yell,      but    who    didn’t    ?    it    was    part    of    being      human,      and    he    always      apologized.      but    now    that    she    knew    about    his    life           -           what    he      did,      what    he    was      capable      of           -           she    just    couldn’t    look    at    him    the      same.      he      wasn’t      the    same           -           he    had    tried    to      kill      her,      after    all.    yet    she    feels    guilty    for    the    sudden      drop      in    her    smile,    shifting    away    from    him    and    clearing    her    throat.           ❛           uh,      thanks,      barry.    for    teaching    me    all    this.           ❜ 

[brainwranglertm-a]

                               HEAVY     LIDS     SLIP     AROUND     THE     ROOM,     ,     her     frame     slumped     up     against     the     wall     ,     ,     ears     perking     as     she     could     hear     two     men     speaking,     ,     watching     as     one     of     them     walked     into     the     room,     ,          lips     didn’t     even     try     to     move     to     whisper     or     even     speak-     she     knows     the     type     of     people     who     come     in     this     place,     ,     she     knows     they     would     never     help     her,     ,     so     she     sit     silently     frail     fingers     lifting     to     her     cheek     covering     up     one     of     the     many     bruises     -     eyes     watching     as     they     move          legs     curling     closer     to     her     as     she     could     feel     the     heaviness     of     their     shoes     thudding     closer     to     her.     

coraline’s     gaze     caught     the     others     as     she     stares     up     at     him,     ,     blood     shot     hues     ticking     back     and     forth     as     she     watched     his     reaction,     ,     “     shh-     “     fingers     lift     from     her     face     to     hover     in     front     of     her     lips     her     hands     shaking     with     fear     as     she     realized     boris     would     be     upset     that     she     had     acknowledged     this     man     presence,     ,     so     her     head     would     slowly     move     back     and     forth     shaking     her     head     at     him-     her     hands     moving     over     her     mouth     as     if     somehow     she     had     been     too     loud-     or     had     even     breath     loud     enough     for     her     kidnapper     to     get     upset.

the     gaze     would     break     as     she     heard     the     door     slam     shut,     ,     (     he     left?     )     oh     god.     boris     leaving     only     meant     one     thing,     ,     and     that     was     nothing     good     was     going     to     happen     to     her-     so     through     the     flinch     as     the     sound     sharply     hit     her     ears     she     would     scoot     back     hands     moving     off     of     her     mouth     as     she     pressed     herself     into     the     corner     ,     ,          fearful     tears     falling     from     eyes     ,     ,                                                                                          “     .     .     .   please- -  don’t     hurt     me , ,    ill     do    whatever    you    want .   “      /   / @brkmans starter