#illfatedpartners

[mikewheelertmmoved]

@illfatedpartners​ rolled the dice ;; [ text ] what did you do? (From Kelly) ›» ( text prompts.)

[📱 — kelly ] something tells me you aren’t talking about the case [📱 — kelly ] just a hunch

[📱 — kelly ] so? [📱 — kelly ] am i not allowed to ask will if he wants to get breakfast with me? [📱 — kelly ] scared that the whole couple of the years facade will be found out if he meets up with my handsome self?

[doctordonovan]

birdie’s nice list!    feat.  @illfatedpartners​​​​

my   heart   is   a   little   heavy

sofia!    over the course of multiple years,    multiple blogs,    way too many fandoms…     we have proven cat clips on instagram are a solid foundation to all friendships    (  even if two years later I’m still traumatised by finding out tooth fairy facts   ).     I know I’m the worst at replying but I’m forever sending you all the love.

[babydxhl]

@illfatedpartners | starter call.

“I wasn’t—” Mary frowns a little, her fingers tapping an off-kilter little rhythm on her bottom lip. She had slipped out of her coat as she had come down the stairs into the bar; the warmth of dozens of bodies fogs the windows and blurs out the cold Gotham street, the feet going past the ground-level panes.

“I wasn’t myself, last time we spoke,” she says finally, but her head still quirks a little to the side, as if it’s not quite the word she’s looking for.

She hadn’t been herself, that much is true – giggling and chattering and eyes wide open, the ground shifting beneath her feet and her medications flushed. She doesn’t remember much of what she’d said, but feels the need now to correct it, somehow, to draw the line back between them.

[noseblcd]

          trepidation  assaults  her  every  sense  ,  feet   traipse  through  dense  brush  whilst  valiantly  searching   the  woodlands  .  sharp  inhalation  of  breath  as   she  approaches  castle  byers  .  tongue  darts  out  between  lips  ,  hoping  and  praying  to  find  will   there  .   “    .   .   .    will  ?   hello  ?  “  voice  cries  out  ,  uncertain  and  all  too  foreign  to  her  ,  even  still  .   brow  twitches  ,  confusion  merging  with  concern  then  .  deep  breath  outward  as  hand  rises  ,  utilizing  her  power  to  move  the  curtain  back  .  a  trickle  of  blood  falls  from  left  nostril  ,  lingering  there  .   a   sigh  of  relief  follows  ,  seeing  him  sitting  there  .  head  cranes  ever  slightly  to  the  side  .    “   ___   your  mom  is  looking  for  you  .  “     ;   @illfatedpartners  /  will byers . 

[sapphiremaid-archive]

@illfatedpartners said "can I kiss you (on the cheek)?"

She's felt like a fool from the moment she had slipped the gown over her body. It was a beautiful piece, she would be blind to deny that. Sapphire blue silk that flowed and rippled like water whenever she moved, embroidered with dozens of golden sunbursts and moons. It would have looked beautiful on anyone else.

Father had told her the dress had been her mother's. Save for pictures she had, she had no recollection of the woman. Brienne looked nothing like her and it only served to pain her- her mother had been quite the beauty.

Brienne had clung to Renly as they'd walked into the hall, trying with all she had to ignore the pointed finger and sniggered comments behind hands. And yet the clear mockery had made her want to turn on her heel and flee. Renly must have sensed her upset, though, and quickly steered her towards their table.

He had always cared so much for her, when no one else had. She had mistrusted him entirely for the first few months- many people had "befriended" her before, only for Brienne to learn that it had been a cruel jape. But not Renly.

When he had asked her to their final school dance, she could hardly say no.

It took two hours for her to finally leave her seat, when Renly's continuous hounding for a dance eventually wore her down. And so, there she was, on the dancefloor, arms looped around his neck as he gently swayed her to the music.

Can I kiss you?

Had the lights not been so dim, she was certain the colour of her cheeks would have clashed hideously with her dress. Eyes met his, one brow quirked in astonishment.

"The boys are already mocking you enough for dancing with me," she murmured. "You're only going to make them worse."

[doctordonovan-a]

closed starter for @illfatedpartners​   |   amy

 these days there is,   very simply,  no choice but constant vigilance. dyed blonde hair feels foreign still  -  a temporary barrier  (  she can only hope  )  between her and unseen hunter.  police,  it seems,  have ruled out bobby once again  &&  each step she takes outside safety of latest temporary apartment feels like trying to breathe beneath water.   ❝   I’m okay.   ❞    lie is simple,  uttered lightly as fingers continue restless playing with mug.   ❝   really,  I’m  -  it’s all fine. it’ll be fine.  statistically stalkers only stay interested for so long when the object of their fascination...  hopefully it’s the case this time too.   ❞

[multimuse-rp-archived]

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Law enforcement was his worst nightmare. He’d been to jail once before, and he’d served his time, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop committing crimes, especially now that he had a son. Daniel was his life; he’d do anything for the kid. And the only way to make enough money to raise him as a single parent was through robberies.

He put his hands up, dropping his gun and letting out a sigh. Maybe he was getting too old for this. “Officer… I can explain.”

[hcartsleeved]

@illfatedpartners​ 

❝ Nobody hit me, if that’s what you’re asking. ❞ he tells her as he takes a sip of his whiskey, having given up on tending to his injury. This is as far as he is willing to elaborate, and in truth, he is not sure if she is going to like his explanation  ❝It is late.❞ Erik glances at the clock on the wall  ❝Shouldn’t you be asleep?❞

‘ who would hit you ? ’    she spoke sarcastically , a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips . she looks over his seemingly fresh wounds , biting the inside of her cheek --- trying to ignoring the nagging questions in the back of her mind .    ‘ sleep ? ’    she sat next to him & motioned for him to pour her a glass .    ‘ i can’t --- my brain is too awake or --- something . just laying in bed staring at the ceiling . figured i could use a drink too . so you’re really not going to tell me what happened ? ’