#secondhandmckie

[00sgoth-1]

The CD she’s burned for him is slid across the table before she leaves—a literal parting gift. The front only says “Songs to Fall In Love To”, which should already be suspicious. Upon playing, the first heavy strings would fill his ears, and maybe it is actually a love song—

She got dumps like a truck, truck, truck

Thighs like what, what, what

Baby move your butt, butt, butt

At least it’s not a Rick Roll?

(Enjoy Ian :3)

while the cd had been pushed across and left for him at her departure —— he hadn't taken the chance to actually read the words sharpied across the sleek surface until after she was gone. ( there was an air of embarrassment when it came to opening gifts in front of the gifter. ) but it was an immediate red flag once he had [ ... ] the sickeningly sweet title scrawled far too saccharine for the likes of her. for either of them, for that matter. but nevertheless, the plastic case it was secured in would be dragged from the table as he reached for his portable player and headphones —— just in case it really was something disgustingly sappy. even in the comfort of his home, the comfort of the poster covered basement walls, he had a reputation to uphold.

the possibility that it might be some sort of romantic gesture settled in for only a moment at the sound of violin strings welcoming him upon hitting play [ ... ] but it was quickly squashed only seconds in as sisqo's voice came chiming in over them. ( all night long, let me see that thong. ) he couldn't possibly contain his amusement —— even if he attempted to in an empty room. it would feel like she'd won if he managed to laugh.... but he'd let the song play out regardless; all the way to the end where the silver haired vocalist was practically hollering in a siren call about some fucking underwear. unfortunately, he'd never admit to actually enjoying the song.

with his headphones shoved off and sitting idly in his bed —— he was reaching for the landline as soon as the opening song ended. black painted nails dialing her number and waiting somewhat impatiently [ ... ] until her voice finally picked up on the other end. and without a simple hello or what's up, ❛❛ yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? ❜❜

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[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Only Kindness Matters || Daryl & Ellie || @secondhandmckie

Daryl isn't sure what the feelings he has going right now are or where they came from, but he knew he liked them. He liked the way she made him feel. It was as if he was buzzed on moonshine without having taken a single solitary drink. His blue eyes are soft and quiet as he watched her. He can't seem to take his eyes off of her. That had been happening more and more lately, and while it somewhat unnerved him, it also calmed him.

He could feel her fingers, feather-light around his wrist as he kept his hand where it was on her. He swallowed thickly, trying to clear the slight fog that had enveloped his brain. He cleared his throat gently, leaning into her space more than he probably should. "Wish we still had some of them berries like the last time," he reminded her.

They'd shared berries on the small front porch of the cabin while the rain fell in rivers and swirled around the campground. The thunder had rolled in the distance until the thunderstorm had reached them in full force. It was only then that they'd been forced inside as the lightning was too bad to risk being struck.

That day had been, for lack of a better word, perfect. His free hand moved up, brushing hair from her face and tucking it gently behind her ear. His head tilted ever so slightly as he leaned in. "The company was the best part of that day though." He felt his palm press against her cheek, holding it there as he kept his gaze on her, only flickering from her eyes to her lips. He'd never be brave enough to take that next step. In that regard, he was a coward. He always had been.

[lyricsfall]

jack @secondhandmckie said, ❝ i’ll come get you, where are you ? ❞

hawke can't help but scrunch his nose at the question. his forehead presses against the side of the greasy, wooden wall of the bar he'd found himself in. loneliness and past regret had his numbers working of his own accord when he found the corner to make the call in. all around him people were cheering, laughing, and screaming. cody was around somewhere, playing personal bodyguard.

as if that were necessary or something.

a black baseball cap hid his eyes in shadow and a hoodie meant his most noticeable tattoos were hidden in plain sight. no one had approached him and asked if he was that guy from the band, so the singer assumed he was pretty safe. for the moment, anyway.

how stupid would it be to say he was in a place that made him think of jack? how stupid would it be to say that hawke missed the peace and quiet of being with someone with no connections to music? dating a paramedic wasn't exactly stress free but it was different. normal.

" i, uh... " glancing up, the singer's eyes rolled when a transfer love tour date poster was stapled about half a foot above his head.

cody's head pops from between two sets of shoulders that he'd unceremoniously shoved past. the bassist was also wearing a baseball cap but it was backwards and hid a small bun. oddly enough, his friend looked pretty different when those long black strands weren't framing his face.

" remember that bar i invited you to on our second date? " hawke winces. or was it the third? he'd feel like an asshole if he got it wrong. " the show we did? i'm there...you don't have to pick me up or anything i just... " miss you. " got hit with some memories, you know? wanted to make sure you're doing okay. "

[painofhumanity]

@secondhandmckie liked the New Muse Starter Call

Luke sighed as the well-meaning paramedic went through questions he'd heard far too many times in his life. "Look, kid--" The young man looked easily 10 years younger than him. "--I get that you're just following protocol, but this really isn't necessary. I've had seizures ever since I was a kid, I know the drill." Tootsie Roll huffed next to him in disapproval; his Familiar doubled as his service dog, and she was not impressed by her boy not taking the situation seriously.

[ivylaegue-1]

expensive leather shoes had carried him down the concrete steps of a now thoroughly scoped out bank —— no longer in the shade and air conditioning the building had offered, his hand reached to adjust the hat on his head. just barely blocking out the late afternoon sun beating down with the heat of a harsh vengeance. the accessory is lifted for only a moment —— allowing slender fingers to run through slicked back blond hair, before it's once again returned to his crown. he shoves his hand into the front pocket of slacks as he begins down the sidewalk, grasping for a fresh pack of marlboros and coming up successful; but upon further searching and digging.... his search for a lighter would be less so. fuck. it must've still been in the empty pack. now rotting at the bottom of a city street trashcan.

and so he sets his gaze on a target —— the one sitting on a nearby bench with book in her hands. his approach, however, would be met with a very dismissive response that made his eyebrows raise while a quick retort was already brewing. almost offended.

« ellie » i'm not supposed to talk to strangers. | | | | | | @secondhandmckie.

❛❛ are you twelve and waiting for your mommy and daddy to come pick you up, too? ❜❜ a low laugh lingered in his chest and his hands came up in defense —— to display that he meant no harm. he came in peace. ❛❛ don't worry, sweetheart. 'm not here t' solicit you. just in search for a lighter. ❜❜ he took a small step back, bending just enough in an attempt to decipher the cover of her book. ❛❛ what'cha reading? ❜❜

[itsacrowd]

  FRANK wasn’t used to this- being caught off guard. Maybe running away from his past wasn’t as sustainable as he’d hoped. It’d been a year, and he’d thought he’d dealt with all the ghosts; he’d killed all the demons- but what should of brought him peace only brought him another type of war.  There was no one left to blame for the constant ache, and despite all the anger and violence, he still had more in him. It hit him the hardest in the early mornings, just before the sun would rise on a new day; and in the middle of the night when he’d wake up clenching his pillow-   The Inn had given him some kind of balance; Work that kept him more occupied. A steady, light stream of interaction with others that kept him from entirely breaking away into the whirlwind of the past his mind refused to let go of. It had become mundane, which was what he needed.    That is until @secondhandmckie​​ showed up. Out of nowhere, a familiar face walked unsuspectingly into the inn, and against all of his wishes, she recognized him immediately. It had felt like all of the air had been sucked out of his lungs, and it was all he could do to proclaim that he’d never met her before excusing himself. 

  Now, he finds himself sitting at the bar, restless with the images from his old life swimming around; still coated in blood. The blood never left, now. He was deep in his thoughts when he felt a presence behind him. Shit.  “Look, whatever it is you want, I don’t got it.”

[0nebatch-a]

@secondhandmckie​​ said:  “All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help! And what do you say to me?” MCKIE, MOLLY. au. god of war; ares

What he doesn’t understand, is why she wanted to help him. Maybe it was to sway him to use more conservative measures. Ares does know why she’s drawn here, knows what it means- the same thing it always meant. She’d undo him, just in time to undo everything. This movie’s played out, he’s seen every scene, and he knows how it ends. It’s with his heart in pieces, followed by years of grief before the tap finally runs dry and he’s himself again.  Ares looks her in the eyes, eyes he’s seen a thousand times. Seen them when they were happy, excited, angry, in love- and when the life was fading out of them. Never again, he always made this promise to himself, but already, he’s feeling his armor chipping.  “I said to stay away. I don’t want you here.”

[ascendgravity-moved]

@secondhandmckie continued for beta editor.

HIS GAZE WAS SHARP. Rush had to be, especially when diagnosing a patient. He wasn't sure if Molly would pitch over as she experimented with walking. Though he should be more worried about the excessive drinking.

When she didn't fall, the man released a breath. "Fine. 'Please, no heavy labor. I take pride in my work and my patient's health. Please don't do anything to jeopardized that." Rush knew his pleas fell on deaf ears. At least he did his part.

"Think you're going to live?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. He fished for his phone and sent a quick text to Eve, asking for a prescription for Molly.

"Give it a few hours and pills will show up here. Good stuff, too."