#c:mack

[ghxstofyxu]

location: Crescent Moon Tattoo Shop promp: 👕 ─ go out wearing matching christmas sweaters for: @luckylewis

"Alright, alright alright." Ty drolls out, finishing cleaning up his workspace and putting away designs for future clients. "Where we going?" He asks, stripping off his hoodie to put on the sweater Mack adoringly picked out for him. "I think Four Leaf and The Reef are doing Christmas stuff tonight." He suggested, just in case Mack didn't quite have anything in mind.

[bisithehummingbird-blog]

one of those mornings

@parrotingmack

That Bisi had a habit of sleeping barely, badly, or not at all, was no secret to anyone who knew him well. And even those who didn’t know him well weren’t really surprised when he told them. Not that he ever really told people about this. It was connected to the kind of personal reasons he didn’t like to bore people with. But nothing about him ever quite seemed to speak of exhaustion or relaxation. He was always vibrating with ideas and enthusiasm for this world in which he lived. Even during times when the world was sleeping.

One day had passed since Jamie’s task in the basement of the Silver Library. There was a lot to say about that night and the day that had followed it. Not so much about the next night. Bisi hadn’t slept. It had been one of those nights where the rapid flutter of his heart beat had consumed his every fibre, where his eyes had refused to stay shut, where his breath was shallow as though he’d been running for miles. And therefore it was also one of those mornings.

The moment the depth of night yielded to the very early morning hours, he dressed, grabbed his bag and made his way to Mack. Perhaps he should’ve knocked instead of letting himself in into her room by the darkness of it all, but he couldn’t care less, not even about explaining why he had the keys. Standing over her, he nudged her. When her eyes opened, he straightened up again and nodded for her to follow him. “Come. We need fresh air.”

[charlie-bee]

The Night We Met-Flashback

@backtothemack

Charlie sat quietly at the very end of the bar restaurant. Open Mic didn’t start for a couple of minutes. She knew tonight would be the night. She’d finally go up there and read her poem. Mason would be so proud. She couldn’t believe that just a few months ago, she had moved to the city and had no one to call a friend and now she had Mason and Marcus and it she was the luckiest girl in New York City. “No, that won’t work.” She whispered as she crossed off a line in her notebook. She reached for her drink only to look up at the person who had taken the seat across from her. “Hey...I’m actually....this seat is taken. I’m sorry.” It really wasn’t but she was trying to focus on her writing and truth be told, she was too anxious to hold a conversation with someone.

[bisithehummingbird-blog]

BusySince1999 @MackAttack: R u the girl who slapped Mr Boisterous right across his steely shiny face? 😂😂😂

[orionxblakewood]

@makaylahoffmann Location: Boba Dream

Today was a good day for Orion, he was feeling good and felt like he could go out today. He was able to move a bit more and was slowly healing. He did not have any plans so he decided to head to Boba Dream right before his appointment which was in an hour. As he took out his wallet to pay he dropped his card. "Seri----seriously..." he sighed after apologizing to the person at the register. He was on still on crutches which made it hard. He looked around before asking, "Excuse me.....Mack can----can you please help me out?"

[matiascortes]

To: @mackxmurphy​

Location: Deja Brew

Time: 9:24am

if there was a list of things Matias lived on; liquor, take out, and coffee would be at the top of that list. And this particular morning, the man needed a good cup of joe to get him through the day he was surely about to have. Weird how he dealt with actual criminals for years, yet, an overbearing, and demanding client was the scariest thing he had seen in a long time. Making his way into Deja Brew, he'd get into line, ordering his dark roast within record time, before finding himself at a table; coffee and his art portfolio in hand. He'd take a moment to glance over the design he had to show in an hour, one more time, studying it; if there was anything he should fix, he wanted to see it now. Ripping his eyes away from the piece after what felt like an eternity, Matias would proceed to take a sip of his coffee. Without much reason, he'd glance off to his side, looking for nothing in particular. He'd turn his head straight, but something in him pulled his head back to the side. A familiarity in something, someone, pulled him off to side; and for a brief moment, he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. Almost as though, he was seeing things. But the longer he looked, the more real she began. "Holy shit-" He muttered under his breath, before sitting down the cup of coffee, and swiftly standing from his chair. "Murph?" He asked, still unsure if he was really seeing his old partner or not. He was running on little sleep, this wouldn't be the first time he seen things that weren’t there. "What the hell are you doing here, agent?" The question was more playful then anything else, "I can't imagine this would be where you'd pick to vacation." Despite not having seen her in three years, nor really answering calls, it was still a pleasant surprise to have her before him.

[sixthfloorsouls]

@nebulaofmuses

“What the-” Mack’s eyes widened with the shock of seeing the other person. “Why are you here? SHouldn’t you be in school or at work or y’know in another state somewhere else?” He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about seeing them here now.

[mehmuses]

@adauntlessangel​

“Because you’re a piece of shit who was a wife!” Scarlette seethed, and it made her even more uncomfortable that he didn’t know what happened either. The brunette held the covers tightly in her fist though she dropped them as he sat up. He took her by surprise and she narrowed her eyes at him. “You are!” She pointed to his hand though she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, I’m not. This..” She waved her hand around, uncertainty clear in her gaze. “I don’t know where this came from.” She admitted. “No, you’re not. Clearly you’re a fucking cheating piece of shit. You know what? I’m going to call your wife and tell her what you did!” God..they were all the same, weren’t they? She grabbed his jeans off the floor and reached for his phone. Though when she tapped it and was greeted with the lock screen image she shrieked and threw it at him. Why the fuck was there a picture of them kissing and her in that stupid veil? “What the hell is that?!” She pointed to his phone. “Oh god, don’t tell me you’re some weird kinkster who gets off on role-play or something..god..” Scarlette searched the room for her panties…but she sadly found them shredded. “Great.” Looking back to him on the bed, it was clear she was pissed, confused, hungover, and well, upset. “I want you to delete that photo and any videos you took of us last night. Now!” She demanded..god if this got to the press..they’d have a field day with her. Funny how she went from being worried about a wife to herself in a matter of seconds..she really was cold sometimes. 

“I don’t have a wife?” Mack was confused and slowly moved to sit up on the bed. The covers draped over his legs and lap. He looked down at his own hand. "Oh god." His eyes were wide. "Where the fuck did this come from?" Mack was confused and the pounding in his head wasn't helping the situation. "Can you please just calm down for a second so we can talk about this." He motioned between the two of them, "Whatever this is." Mack shuffled himself off of the bed when she threw the phone in his direction. He'd barely stood up and dropped the blanket he'd been covering himself with in the process. "What the hell?" Mack blinked a few times, thinking his tired eyes might be deceiving him. "What? I'm not into roleplay? That's fucking weird." Mack dropped the phone onto the nightstand and rummages for his boxers or something to cover himself. He had no idea how he ended up here, or that ring ended up on his finger. This was supposed to just be a fun little getaway for his brother's bachelor party and now this. "I can promise you, I'm not married." Mack's face went white as he stood up and looked at her. "Shit. You don't think we..." He swallowed hard feeling like he might puke.