❛ 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to punch you. can i punch you ? ❜
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. ; attack it.

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❛ 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to punch you. can i punch you ? ❜
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. ; attack it.
stcrrk·.
“ Are you backpedalling right now? But your point is still valid. ”
❛ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ? 𝐌𝐄 ? fuck no. is mister stark saying that i’m SMOKING HOT ? won’t argue. can’t argue. ❜
arcitechs·.
“ remind me again is anyone forcing you to stay here ? to engage in vivid, soul searching conversation ? no absolutely not . get your tequila and move ! freedom of space ! ”
❛ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 that i’m desperate for attention so no, i WON’T MOVE. but tequila is actually a great idea. alright, so you were saying ... each toe has its own ... sock ? ❜
arcitechs·.
“ also toe socks ? valid . each toe deserves to be warmed individually . ”
❛ 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 i’m havin’ a conversation about fucking toe socks on a saturday night. where did my standards go to ? i’m clearly lost. I NEED ME SOME TEQUILLA ! ❜
❛ 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. sorry for not taking you to a better place. it had fucking FIVE STARS on google. piece of shit. anyways - we’re not here to ramble. tell me about that guy. 𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘. big time. gotta scare the shit out of him. ❜
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. ; @sucubitch
stcrrk·.
“ Finally. That’s what I was going for. ”
❛ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. just saw MY REFLECTION in the mirror. ❜
desciscendum·.
“ Honestly. I probably deserve it.”
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓. but she chose his arm instead. ❛ you’re too handsome get punched in the face. i’m STILL PISSED, though. ❜
stcrrk·.
“ Daddy’s home. ”
❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐓. ❜
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redhoneyhq.
he - a god now , but ugly and broken / red faced fate swallowed him whole , wild limbs and all ! it is here , inside dark irises , where strange thoughts and ancient anger’s bleeding heart prevails . does he find you pretty ? no : he sees you as entrancing , addicting , nicotine swirling in a smoker’s bloodstream . thick curves , a maze that traps each and every fly you want it to . black widow , lioness , orca whale , is this nature’s beauty ? this suffering ? this murder of all regal guidelines and humane whispering ? now now , my woman ghost , do not take his avoidance as disinterest / he wants to taste you , to lick salt from your pores and kiss the leaking bone marrow from your skeleton . however , he is terrified of his own appetite , his consumption of female company is rapid and feral . he leaves them lonely , no call , no borrowed numbers , no name . do you think one night with the son of evil’s janitor would be worth those oncoming bouts of hatred / he , harboring guilt , festering with bacteria of the damned . diseased and contagious , he is dirtied by all nightmarish sights he’s seen . it is not pretty in his mind , and although appearance is off athletic built and full lips , he is ruined beyond repair . he is observing you now , bare feet , legs long and slender , skin glowing . a sweetness about your aura despite bitter warning / he takes a seat at the glass dining room table , posture rigid , strict . eyes following each detail of your home , the floor to ceiling windows , golden chandelier , some folders shoved behind the table center’s flower decor . glass rim against mouth , the wine is flavorful and dry , yet he only appreciates it for the alcoholic content . jaw works , clench release clench release , he shrugs off black windbreaker , tee shirt underneath grey and worn . he nods towards you , chin up , but eyebrows softening , a strain of consciousness , of helplessness .
« i am angry — this guy is still out there and we’re about to have pepperoni pizza . look , what we have so far is that the unsub is 5′6 , drives a red kia , usually takes one or two children once a month . he works around kids , either within a school or even a coach of a sports team . and thanks , for the wine . gives me somethin’ good to throw back , helps sometimes y’know ? anyway , what do you have for me ? »
( 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘. step by step. step by step. quiet now or else you’ll get caught. A SURPRISE — she’s been there before. she’s been here before. leah hated her job as the detective. unfortunately — she was 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 around the field. her nostrils widened. she feels his smell perfectly. she always remembers the man’s scent. it lingers on her shimmering skin. it irritates her neck, her back, & her thighs. it lingers ... it always does. SUDDENLY — not a surprise anymore. the asshole lives in london. how generous of him. )
she moved in a plastic chair. uneasy. hair from a white pillow scratches the bottom part of her thighs. her silky dress rolled itself upward, exposing her skin, all covered in golden lava. SHE SHINES AND SHE THRIVES. what a shame — it’s only an illusion. AGAIN — she feels unsafe. almost as if his stare was cropping small bites of her appearance. she straightened up and reached out for her own glass. ❛ you don’t like pepperoni ? ❜ she swung the glass. from the right side to the left side. again. deeper and slower moves. and her nose now. drowned deep within the scent of the wine. good one. yet again, IF NOT FOR THE ALCOHOL she wouldn’t be a fan of this crimson liquor.
❛ why him ? you, golden boys in blue suits usually don’t give a single fuck about runaways. he ain’t easy, man. he ain’t easy ... ❜ glass froze in her hand. stuck closely to her half-widened lips. she remembers the pictures vividly. she remembers the small bodies. she remembers his laughing face. this terrible laughter. he was spilling all over her face. suddenly — a loud BANG ! she placed the glass aside. 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 ? it still echoes. she stood up.
❛ he likes classical music. and he has a nice yard. i smelled his flowers and cut some of ‘em. ❜ with a nod of her head, she pointed at a silver vase. filled with red roses. ❛ THEY’RE FROM HIM. ❜
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.
hide yo husbands hide yo wives
❛ 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to punch you. can i punch you ? ❜
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. ; attack it.
heinvestigates.
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“ah … i’m usually a bit more prepared. and clothed. but you said you had an emergency?”
❛ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘, but it ain’t between my thighs. jeez, man ... ❜
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