#jvstsaywhen

[badassteller]

@jvstsaywhen // based on this. 

it was hard to do scenes in front of everyone and act like they didn’t actually know each other for real. but he wasn’t complaining, he got to see her almost everyday. stealing a kiss here and there behind closed door or in the dark. “do you know how hard it is to act like we barely even know each other?” gabriel said to the other as he leaned back against the wall, a rare moment of privacy. 

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@jvstsaywhen continued thread | Lance & Valentina

Lance couldn't help the smile that stayed pressed at his lips, professional and friendly though it had started out it slowly curled into something a little more amused than he likely should have been showing. It didn't take a brilliant mind to quickly deduce what was happening here but Lance waited silently with hands folded in front of him as Valentina snarked back to her father despite Lance's presence. Cute. She was definitely more vocal than the last few clients he'd taken on but Lance didn't mind matching energy if he needed to in order to get a job done. And that was what had him so amused, Valentina's doubt in him.

He nodded in confirmation, eyes locking with Ricardo's, listening and visually acknowledging the information he was given. "Yes, everyt'ing is in order, sir," he answered, not glancing at Valentina even as she continued to protest what her father was saying and forcing upon her. A part of Lance felt for her, sympathetic to her plight. But he also understood where her father was coming from, wanting to protect his daughter to the best of his abilities and Lance wasn't about to let that trust in him be misplaced.

His eyes flashed over to Valentina finally as she stormed away from the 'meeting', very much resembling a child running off from being grounded. Lance offered a sympathetic smile and another nod to Ricardo before dipping out into the hallway in order to trail after Valentina, inhaling her scent deeply, committing it to memory as he fell into step a few paces behind her. "Ye can call me Lance, if ye want." He said, keeping his tone polite and friendly despite Valentina's obvious distaste for having him there at all. He still offered an olive branch, at least, for now anyway.

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@jvstsaywhen continued thread | Ruth & Yasmina & Emir

There wasn’t anything that Ruth could see immediately that presented danger and there were no notifications on his phone from the other members of his team to indicate anything was wrong but he didn’t want to downplay Yasmina’s panic, even if it was a farce. His blue eyes swept over her slowly and then the door from which she’d come through that connected their rooms and finally what he could see of her room. Water dripped from his dark curly hair and ran down his muscular shoulders and over his chest, they were tense with anticipation and he moved absently to the clean clothes laid out on the bed, some sweats and a black tshirt. Eyes meeting Yasmina’s gaze once more, his brow furrowed with concern and focus. 

“Are you sure it's not your brother?” He asked, an analytical sort of skepticism thick in his tone as he shifted past her to move into her room, deftly hopping into his sweatpants with little stumbling, pulling them up easily under the towel so he was at least a little more decent than he had been. The towel was cast aside, dropped by the doorway between their rooms as Ruth paused there. He didn't want to enter completely if there was any sort of danger, once again those sharp blue eyes of his roved over the room, quick and taking everything in before they snapped to the door. He held up his hand towards Yasmina, index finger raised so that he could listen for a moment before he turned back to her and swept up his gun and holster.

"I need you to take a couple deep breaths for me, okay? Stay here, I'm going to check the door," Ruth instructed, holding her gaze and nodding before he ventured into her conjoined room with silent and slow steps, checking the window first he moved to the door, glancing in the bathroom before peering out the peephole, if there had been anyone there they weren't anymore. Shit. Ruth didn't think Yasmina was faking him out but he didn't fucking like not knowing what was going on. Quickly he made his way back to his room and quietly shut the door between their rooms before he moved to the peephole in his own door, shooting a glance at Yasmina. "You're not fucking with me, right?"

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@jvstsaywhen continued thread | Lance & Charisma

The Irishman didn't waver or shift from his position between Charisma and the man he had shoved to the ground, blue eyes dark and stormy with violent intent, prepared and muscles taut with anticipation for violent retaliation. Lance was a threat. Unlike when he was a child trying to fight his father off his mother, he could take a hit and give it back ten-fold. He watched the other man like a predator ready to tear into its prey, Brett could say whatever pathetic insults he thought would get to Lance, he knew how bullies worked and it didn't get to him at all but when that fucking piece of shit further threatened Charisma, a dark promise that awaited her when she got home, Lance took a few steps forward and growled before the other man finally pissed off. One thing was for sure, Lance wasn't letting Charisma go home to that shit, at least, not alone. 

Protective thoughts filtered through his brain, stemming from childhood trauma and fueled by violent tendencies that were too close to his father's rage, Lance didn't take his eyes off Brett's retreating form until Charisma started making excuses for the asshole. “No,” he said in a low tone before his eyes found hers and he shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself and get rid of the tension and rage that burned deep in his muscles. “Sorry, yes, m’name is Lance but no, do not fucking cover for that piece of shit.” Hopefully his words didn't fall on deaf ears, like they had with his mother, she was so resigned to her fate as the abused wife of an alcoholic rage filled, sadistic man and even her son's pleas to leave her husband went unheard. He looked her over, eyes scanning over her exposed skin before they met her gaze. Part of him knew she was only trying to make up for the awkwardness and perhaps embarrassment of being found with Brett but Lance didn't care about that, just whether or not she was hurt or could be hurt later.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, tone softer, muscles relaxed more now that Brett was gone. Instinctively his hand moved to brush fingers against her chin where Brett had been gripping her so roughly but he stopped himself and instead brought it up to rub at the back of his neck a little. “I ‘eard him screaming at ye, yea,” he confirmed and corrected, he hadn't heard Charisma so much as he heard the vile things coming out of Brett's mouth but it did help having heightened hearing, especially with the job he worked. The smallest of smirks pressed at the corner of his lips, a breath of a chuckle leaving his lungs. “Ye could say I ‘ave superhuman strength when it comes t’shitheads.” His grin touched his gaze as Lance relaxed more if only to put Charisma at ease.

[hislie]

Text prompt from Elena to Riley:

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID???”

[TEXT → miss bossybants]: come on now [TEXT → miss bossybants]: I am VERY fucking stupid, you know this :/ [TEXT → miss bossybants]: what did I do btw...?

[corriewrites]

@jvstsaywhen​

based on this.

caleb was drunk, his partner had just broken up with him and he didn’t know what to do with himself. so he got drunk, he drank a lot and as he was walking home from his local pub stopped in front of a house. “fuck it” he mumbled to himself, he picked up a stone from the pavement and chucked it up to one of the windows.