#justdelivers

[spikejump]

@justdelivers FROM HERE.

the location of sam's shelter has been known to her for some time by now, fragile relentless on her research on the sole basis of the bitter aftertaste left by their last meeting. so she goes back to her roots some, packages attached to a suit that wouldn't belong to a porter but fits the part nonetheless, in her case - traveling by vehicle is safer for this, what with the secrecy of it all she doesn't mean to disrupt with her presence.

there is still some hesitation though in the way gloved hand reaches for the door of his shelter, holographic obstacles disposed of relatively fast once figured the trick. these days the number of her jumps are counted; not by choice, but more because of a body that is at its limits and not so silently begging to slow down - so her jump of the day is dedicated to be wherever sam and lou are, knowing her dear journey partners are probably inside going about their day.

"special delivery!" announced in unusual chirpy tone as one package is lifted up - she wouldn't say, but she's read some about development of babies. how is it possible they shit so much, fragile still can't believe. "good evening," paired with a smile when gaze lands on sam. "i see you still wear that ridiculous hat," just an observation, of course. "how's the kid?" beat, hand fishing in the pocket of her jacket for a smaller package. "i brought a gift."

[ca1amities]

Before anything else could be said at the woman's plead for aid he had spoken up. Suddenly stepping out of the imaginary corner he had wedge himself into. Wanting nothing more than to be invisible as the hardships and struggles were recounted by the Doctor. It took only the breaking of the women's voices to steadily shatter that hardened shell of his. The weight of his guilt becoming unbearable. Leaving the porter with a tremor in his hand and an detached glaze in his eyes. Though as quickly as he broke his silence, he dismissed himself from The Motherhood's facility.

He paced from one end of the covered shelter to the other. An attempt to exhaust the onslaught of panic that started to settle in his chest. When the pounding in his chest didn't cease and the searing heat in the pit of his stomach started break a sweat across his brow Neil all but collapsed back against the wall. Shakily producing a cigarette in one hand and a light in the other. Once, twice--- the fire flashed at every attempt and all he could do was flinch, causing the flame to die each time. He accepted defeat with hands falling limp over his lap. At least he could breath, even just.

There was the mechanical hissing of doors opening followed by the familiar fall of footsteps. It was a task to force his gaze to meet @justdelivers own. Blinking back his emotions that threatened to spill over his features. Lips parted, prepared to explain himself and his visceral reaction, but all he could manage was, "We have to help, Sam."

[w4rdsarchive]

oh so it's ATTACK ANU NIGHT HUH ??? NEIL TOO ??? i need to sit in the corner and not thirst for sam and neil ... same for sable but she is looking at those MEN

[magflora]

replied from . 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 - @justdelivers

She didn’t mean to startle him — well, maybe just a little. The camera clicked faster than the guilt could set in, and she was already grinning before the image began to develop, the rush of warmth rising in her chest at the sight of him caught off-guard.

It wasn’t perfect. It was real.

She was about to toss him a half-sarcastic apology when he turned back, lingering there in the doorway like he was deciding whether to walk away or step into something softer. When he chose her instead, something flickered behind her eyes — a quiet spark of surprise that quickly settled into something else. deep.

Her breath hitched when he reached for the photo, watching it form — the color bleeding into life. His laugh was low, genuine, and she found herself smiling in return, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Casual. Honest. Like sharing a memory with her was as easy as breathing. Fragile looked down at the polaroid in his hand, then up to his eyes. Her lips parted slightly before curling into something warmer than a smirk, something softer than a smile.

“...You sure?” she asked, voice quiet but teasing at the edges. “Might ruin your reputation. ~”

She stepped in close, fingertips brushing his as she took the photo from him. Her other hand already reached for the camera again, and her grin widened.

“Alright, Sam Porter Bridges,” she murmured, lifting the lens and pausing for just a second. Her eyes flicked to his again. “Let’s make it a good one.”

[bitterbadge]

      " What the hell are you doing out here? ” 

      Ripping back the hood of his protective gear, Hank could only gawk at the lone figure standing just at the edge of the cave. Beside him, swaddled in his own attire, the large St. Bernard let out a low tired rumble from his spot on the floor -- but did little more than that. Some guard dog. With a snort and a withering look shot at his furry companion, Hank pushed himself away from the wall and began stalking toward the other. Expression stern and mouth set into a thin, fierce line. 

      “ This was supposed to be my job, Bridges. Through some serious shit BT territory. You’re not supposed to be here -- ” he tried to sound firm and irritated, but the waver in his voice was enough to out his concern. Tired eyes bright but not with excitement -- fear. Relief. Ire. “ You know damn well this job is nearly suicidal. ” 

@justdelivers​ liked for a starter.

[bitterbadge]

                              " -- shit! ” 

      Jolting upright at the sudden presence at his side, Hank prayed desperately Sam hadn’t heard his back crack alarmingly as he stood up from his spot. Around them police lights flashed and officers flooded the scene, but it was all background noise as Hank’s attention sat fully on the precinct’s leading robot corner. The guy had a certain air about him that made it hard to look away. Especially for Hank. Probably mostly Hank. Definitely Hank. 

      “ You’re fuckin’ quiet as a grim reaper, ” he choked out with an embarrassed laugh, hurriedly crossing his arms over his chest. Desperate to save face as he squared himself up a bit. “ Thought the other guy was uh... comin’ out here. Andy or something? Didn’t think -- you -- it’s been, shit, weeks huh. ” @justdelivers​ | starter call

[prophetyse]

His moves were quick, calculated, careful as he’d approach her from behind. If there was one thing he’d learned, it was never to scare a mage unless he had intention of losing his hair in a blaze. Why he let out a warning, his voice cutting through the silence with a mere, “Hey-!” Hardly a heads up, before he’d dip, one arm scooping her legs out from under her, hooked behind her knees, as the other would catch her, cradling her bridal style in his arms. How she hardly weighed a thing in his arms, and why he’d toss her lightly, shifting and settling her comfortably in his grasp as he’d carry her off. To where it didn't matter- he simply wanted to be a distraction.

to say she was surprised would be an understatement. her back turned to him, attention focused on the task in front of her. even with his warning, she is startled as his arms wrap around her. letting out a loud squeak and arms flailing briefly in front of her. she is sure she made quite the sight before her arms manage to wrap around the neck and shoulders of her attacker. 

there’s a smaller squeak at being tossed and she’s sure that her nails have dug slightly into his shoulder. it takes longer than she liked to recognize who grabbed her - that it was sam and not someone out to hurt her. her hands relax and her arms become much looser, easily accepting being carried. “where are we going? is it a surprise?” she pauses for a moment. “should i be worried?”

[ofrequiem]

He can tell she's focused, admiring her in the mirror as he finished tightening the laces of his boots from his place on their bed. It was almost time for them to head out, but he'd spare a moment to play. Arms would wrap around her from behind, placing a kiss to her shoulder before picking her up, and quickly tossing her right back onto the bed. "You sure you want to go? You could always stay here..." As if he'd sway her decision, he'd nudge his way between her legs, leaning over top of her to give a tender, yet playful kiss.

unprompted / @justdelivers

             SAM  WAS  A  REAL  SAP and  she  wouldn't  have  it  any  other  way.  She  loved  every  single  part  of  him,  Even  if  he  was  over-protective  at  times,  trying  to  sway  her  into  staying  back  on  the  ship,  or  back  in  whatever  city  they  were  docked  at  at  the  time.  It  never  worked,  but  it  was  endearing  to  see  him  try.  But  she  could  not  be  persuaded  so  easily,  she  loved  her  job  and  loved  tagging  along  with  him.  Just  them  versus  the  open  world.

That  also  didn't  stop  her  from  yelling  in  surprise  when  he  picked  her  up  and  tossed  her  lovingly  on  the  bed.  She  barely  had  a  moment  to  pout  and  compose  herself  when  he  was  on  top  of  her,  kissing  her  and  trying  to  persuade  her  once  more  to  stay  where  it  was  safer.  He  definitely  sounded  more  convincing  like  this  -  she  considered  it  totally  cheating  because  he  knew  she  found  it  hard  to  say  no  to  him.  Especially  when  he  was  being  so  cute.

She  kissed  him  back,  taking  his  face  in  his  hands,  rubbing  her  thumbs  over  his  stubbly  cheeks  before  pulling  back  and  grinning  at  him.

“  -  stay  back  and  miss  you…  miss  this?  For  however  long  you're  gone?  Absolutely  not.”