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❝ y o u, mark sloan, are a life saver. ❞ his cheeks cupped in her delicate palms, she meets his lips with a sweetness reserved for him alone. ❝ seriously. that meeting could have gone way worse. ----- i’ve been so scatterbrained this week, it’s totally unlike me. ❞ / @flamewrit
@flamewrit said: we all have secrets: the ones we keep, and the ones that are kept from us.
THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN PROMPTS
the thing about celia st. james, whose silhouette has shadowed the silver screen with beth march's vulnerability, whose ruthlessness will one day strike it with stunning tyranny, is that she is always living a truth.
even now, withdrawing a cigarette from its wickering plastic case & setting it against the cupid's bow of her lip, she leans in to a statement that should stab an icepick of fear into her heart for someone knowing, with a sincere hike to her brow. " i don't know about that. " there's none of evelyn's canary-catching coyness in the way celia replies.
there's no game to be in on.
she's well-practiced with a light & its matchstick glamor, the initial soothing scorch of the first intake of breath that sends the spark skittering across the filter.
" you sound like you're worried you did something to end up in tomorrow's sub rosa, " the bitterness that pinches an unfamiliar weathering at the corners of her mouth smoothes into an easy exhale. " care to dish? "
oddity of tension between rooted accord provides sentiment of hesitation; a similar vein spread between the group huddled over their dinner as heat swells and licks at flesh. it wasn't distrust, but skepticism of suggested operation posed by pope. (always posed by pope ─ she was just along for the ride.) ‟ right, but you said you're bringing this information to your contact down here. the hell will we do once they find out we double crossed them for the money ourselves? ” the question rings with sense of agreement humming around the table. fuck, it was too damn hot for this. she'd only looked away for one second. one, as she'd directed gaze towards pope for the focus of attention only to catch the swipe of will's hand by her plate. rapidity is a gift of hers, as was observance. so as quick as he retreats with a lone fry, her hand is already smacking against the curve of his arm from where he sits parallel to her. ‟ hey, dickhead! i knew you'd do this! you told me you didn't want fries! that's why i asked you a million times before we ordered! ” she pushes her brows together and there's a collective sort of groan drawing from the rest of them as the two get into it again, as always. ‟ just 'cause we call you ironhead don't mean i'm too scared to smack you upside that thick head of yours. ”
# , * chapter i, featuring @flamewrit: [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking. little shits.
❝ i think it's going to be a double tonight beautiful, ❞ tim parks it on his favorite barstool at the end, in the corner. a smile given to @flamewrit. the order was a departure from the one beer he usually drank, and he knew it might earn him a curious look, but it had been a very long day. ❝ — and yes, before you ask, it was that bad. ❞ it was still pretty early by a normal measure, but he was coming off more than a few hours of overtime, and this was just the refuge he needed. ❝ distract me, what's going in penny's world? ❞
❝ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❞ — @flamewrit
hands pause framing hips and kiss stills, lips mournful to part, but for good reason. eddie leans back, careful eyes wandering the soft planes of gabby's face. ❝ i don't suspect you would, ❞ his voice is hushed and gruff, but loud to his ears. the firehouse was eerie and quiet, a mid-shift lull he hadn't expected, but was taking full advantage of. the bulk of the ambulance hides them from view, but he glances around just in case before letting a lazy grin land lopsided on his face.
weight is shifted as his arms slide to wrap around her and ease her body flush against his. lips steal hers again, but this time it's more of a whisper than a kiss. every touch is even more careful and tender than the one before it. ❝ — but you deserve gentle. ❞ his smile is warm and earnest before it begins to slip toward a smirk. a challenge brightens brown eyes with a bit of a playful tease. ❝ unless you want to say... eddie please, ❞ he drags out each syllable a little, taking his time, ❝ and make a confession. ❞ his gaze wanders down to her lips and then back up. ❝ tell me everything you've imagined me doing to you. ❞
@flamewrit / kim burgess : “ stop acting like you’re happy. i know you’re not. ”
“ kim –– ” co-parenting a nine-year-old with his on-again, off-again ex-fiancee only a year after losing their baby was not exactly what adam predicted his life to be like, especially after growing up in a neighborhood that praised tradition. but even on the hardest days ( where he’d make it home too late and miss seeing their daughter before bed time, or things would go south with kim and he’d end up sleeping on stiff mattress at his undercover apartment ), adam wouldn’t trade the feeling of being a father for anything in the world. and to do it all with kim? that’s all he’s ever wanted. “ i’m happy to be in your life. ‘doesn’t matter how. ” he joins her at the table, mug with her usual order slid in her direction. “ do i think about what it would be like to take things a step further, you know–– with you and me? yeah, i do. ”
@flamewrit / isobel evans : “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“GOD, why does everyone keep telling me to stay calm?” despite what he insists to be true, michael reaches for a fresh bottle of nail polish remover, cracking it open in time to down a heavy swig. he needed that. legs are propped up on the coffee table as cowboy hat lowers ( this is his attempt at proving relaxation ), and just before he offers her the floor–– “ i am a very calm man compared to most. ”
from @flamewrit: back off , okay ? (from jenny)
SEBASTIAN THROWS UP HIS HANDS AND OBEYS THE REQUEST with a few measured steps backward , but the man’s face still contorts with severity and indignation . ❝ look , i know you just — you don’t know who i am and that’s fine , that’s great and all , but i’m telling the goddamn truth and you’re — ❞ a frustrated sigh . he runs a quick hand through his hair and groans before taking another step closer . ❝ you’re a detective , right ? you said as much earlier . DETECTIVE . great . i’m giving you something to . . . DETECT ; i’m practically handing this thing off to you on a silver platter so would you just PLEASE LISTEN TO ME . ❞ sebastian doesn’t raise his voice past the point of true hostility or aggravation , but he does try and heighten the seriousness of what he’s saying — tries to scramble up as much help as he can before it’s too late . ❝ you want to save lives . you want to protect people — not only am i giving you something to detect , i’m giving you a person to protect before someone goes rogue and does something drastic . please listen . I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO INTERVENE , BUT I THINK YOU CAN . I THINK YOU CAN STOP THIS . ❞
