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with this foot injury and now hobbling around in a boot and a crutch i really gotta say i truly understand gregory house

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one bed fiasco with @rebelliousfamily.

“ oh, don't be daft, ” agatha was already making herself comfortable on the bed. it was a rather large queen, given the shithole they were holed up tonight. she would've much preferred something a little less gutter-rat. when was the last time she had stayed at something with less than a four star rating? but, wanda was paranoid, and she seemed to be outvoted, so alas. she must sacrifice her comfort.

“ what, you've never had a girl-on-girl sleepover, sweetheart? ” a raised eyebrow as she removed her shoes. wanda's uncomfortable stance tells her that she hadn't. oh, this was priceless. “ little old me... poppin' the scarlet witch's cherry... are you sure i can't convince you to go somewhere nicer? this really deserves a bed that isn't... suspiciously squishy. ”

she turns to face wanda, her knee half bent on the bed. she may be smirking with a little too much glee.

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“ when they told me you were going through some kinda crisis... i pictured hookers. maybe a casino. only you could make a late life crisis this sad and pathetic. ” she stands over him in sunglasses and a truly pissed off attitude—which is the typical for joan on a monday. “ least you could do is offer me whatever concotion you're drinking. ”

ㅤㅤ𝓗e's lounging in the pool today- do not disturb. If you do disturb, someone had better be dying- actually don't even disturb him if someone is dying.

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everything was always a joke with natasha, wasn't it? wanda almost wanted to yell at her. she was almost bursting with frustration, and here she was, thinking it was all a joke. but it's that smirk that tells her that natasha wants her frustrated. she wants to push her buttons and get under her skin. the vvitch let out a groan as her arms slowly snake around natasha's shoulders. she always admired how muscular and strong she was, whilst still maintaining an amazingly feminine body. she ran her fingers over her shoulders, up the sides of her neck.

❝ i don't know. i think i might end up getting burned. ❞ wanda teased her right back, pressing the line of her body flush into natasha's, until they were breast to breast, and she could almost feel her heart as its beating, like it was inside wanda's ribcage, beating right next to hers.

@theirmadness Said: god, you're so hot. // wanda @ natasha

"Are you going to do something to cool me down?" Natasha smirked. Not that what she had in mind would by no means do so, but she wouldn't be complaining either. She knew the other had feelings for her, she didn't exactly hide them well. Her hands went to rest at Wanda's waist as she leans in just a little to see what she would do.

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i write because i love it. i also write because i’m a little bit mentally unwell and the characters in my head won’t stop talking. balance.

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to say jj was amused at the way that the usually confident emily was now fumbling over her words at jj's rather blunt question, was truly an understatement. she thought it was the funniest and most endearing thing. at this point, though, she was tired of waiting for emily to make the first move. she hadn't really dated women, or been with them.

jj had been by raised in a christian family, in a small town, with those typical conversative values. during college, she had rebelled. she... did experiment, here and there. but never anything serious or full-on.

the urge and curiosity never went away, and after meeting emily, a crush turned into something more. ❝ oh, suddenly she's shy. ❞ the younger blonde leans forward, an amused look on her face. there's not a lot of office romance, but she did brush up on the bareau's rules about it just in case. ❝ unless i've been misreading everything here... in which case, i'm going to have to transfer out of embarrassment. ❞

she's only half joking at that, too, her eyebrows raised at emily.

@theirmadness Said: what do i have to do for you to finally ask me out? // jj @ prentiss

Emily nearly snorted the tea she'd just took a sip of, but instead managed to spit it back in the cup when she heard JJ's words. Sure she had feelings for the other woman, but she didn't think think her feelings had been reciprocated. "I-I I um..." Now she's at a loss for word, and it feels like her hear is going to pound out of chest. All the late nights in JJ's office, the long talks, especially after the tough cases, and now she's a complete and utter mess.

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@helenaus. ♡

sucking on someone's fingers and they say fuck you're so good and start pushing deeper into your throat? and gripping your jaw so they can fuck your mouth properly? taking their fingers out and rubbing the tips of them on your lips? smearing your spit and drool everywhere? then pushing down your tongue with their thumb so you open your mouth nice and pretty for them to spit into it and then thrusting two fingers in to fuck it deeper? i certainly think so

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@cainevesson. ♡

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open starter from death of the endless. open to all mutuals.

“ it never gets easier. ”

“ it was never supposed to be easy. i am everyone, and everything's future and it's hard. i want them to be happy, in the end. it's not always the case. and it's hard. but dying isn't any harder than living. ”

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open starter from delirium of the endless. open to all mutuals.

“ have you ever tried chicken ice cream? it's honestly not as strange as it sounds—but i much preferred the frog one... ”

“ would you like an ice cream? i can make you one. or a dozen. doesn't have to be chicken. or frog. you can pick your own flavour. ”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓆩♡𓆪ㅤㅤROMANTIC ANGST EDITIONㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ– a collection of random quotes. some suggestive. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤplease change pronouns and verbiage as needed.

our love is a forbidden flame.

tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway.

for you, i'd steal the stars.

i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we have suffered enough.

in your arms, i find both heaven and hell.

even if the fates unraveled our destiny, i will find my way back to you.

your touch is forbidden, but i crave it.

i want you to want me as i want you. desperately.

you're the greatest risk i have ever taken.

if i told you about the darkness inside me, would you still look at me like i'm the sun?

and i'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality.

i have no right to love you, but i do.

crawl inside this body, find me where i'm most ruined. love me there.

i've been looking for you since i heard my first fairytale.

i worshipped the myth of i made of you. but i'm off my knees now.

we loved with a love that was more than love.

you and i, we may be raging storms, but we are undeniable eath other's tranquility.

of all the lives i have ever lived, my favorite was you and i.

i didn't love you out of loneliness. i was fine in the dark.

my arms are hungry for you.

i will devour you, love you into flame.

thank you for loving me when i still tasted of heartache and war.

i fear that i may love you more than i will ever be allowed to.

it terrifies me, what i would do for you.

hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.

underneath your hands i become poetry. this is the alchemy you do.

when death takes my hand, i will hold you with the other and promise to find you in ever lifetime.

my darling, you will never be unloved by me. you are too well tangled in my soul.

my love for you is the deepest secret i keep.

my memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.

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mina shudders as he gives her what she wants.

his fingertips, cool and stained with her life's blood, trail over her lip. almost immediately, mina's tongue darts out, licking up the precious liquid. the taste of copper is all too familiar, and so is the taste of her own blood. she had tasted it before, with the count. this isn't her first time. it feels different, too, as with the count it had been... a ritual.

the strengthening of their bond. if one could have a bond with their predator. van helsing would tell her that she was still under his thrall. that she could never be truly loved by a monster lacking humanity.

but van helsing was a man with limited beliefs, and a limited mind. mina knew the truth was much more complex. her eyes fell shut and she let out a soft moan, an appreciative hum soon leaving her. she can feel a dark, invading presence probing at her mind. it's familiar, and she doesn't fight it. if anything, she seems to welcome him in. all of him. ❝ i do taste delicious. ❞ she purred, her eyes opening again.

mina giggles, sounding and looking intoxicated, like she had had one too many glasses of her mother's sherry. she leans into the vampire's arms, one hand on his chest, the other at the back of his neck. tilting her head to the side, she searches his face, his eyes. he's nothing like the count, or his brides. ❝ kiss me. ❞ she holds his gaze as she asks.

she seeks that connection with death again, it's clear in her eyes.

the theatre district was where good people in bad situations usually found themselves. it's where a young francis naughton had made his escape from drunken, vindictive, ruthless father. it's in these places that people can be accepted for all that they are -- for all their flaws and eccentricities. he's certainly not going to judge this human woman for her arousal, her intense desire to be taken and held by vampiric arms.

he fiddled through her mind. Santiago can feel the desire for the monster that is the vampire radiating from her. perhaps, he should thank the good ol' count for bringing him such a delicious little bird?

the vampire will give her what she desires. what is he but not somewhat benevolent? he should kill her -- it's what armand would want -- no, demand -- but this human had known what he was. he'd not revealed himself. her experience with vampires in recent past had been his downfall in remaining hidden. she knew the truth of their dark gifts without him having to reveal anything.

fingers slipped over his own lips. her blood stained his fingertips. who was he to deny a kink of a very pretty woman? with mischievous smile, fingertips pressed along her lips. blood trailed over bottom lip, allowing her to lick up her own blood if she so wished. no words were needed as blown eyed gaze watched her, searching her mind for even more nuggets of her past run in with the most famous vampire in modern culture.

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If you have been waiting days for a reply from me…                                                                                           or weeks…or MONTHS…

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@hartlines, mwah.

“ don't say that, sam. ” the words come out softer than she means them—she doesn't feel the need to be sharp or cold. just... tired. not of him. she doesn't think she could be tired of his cute smile and his kind eyes. but, she is tired of this. the blood, the tragedy, the horror.

and the way he always looks at her like she shouldn't have to do this. like he's a burden. her fingers are steady as she finishes the last stitch, but her throat tightens anyway. she swallows it down. keeps her head bowed over his skin so he won't see her face just yet.

“ you don't owe me anything. ”

she says it like a fact. because it is. because if she lets herself believe she's doing this to be owed something, it all falls apart. she finally looks up. her hands are still bloody. her eyes are tired. “ i'm not doing this because i have to. i'm doing it because i don't like the thought of you bleeding. ” a beat. her voice drops lower. “ so if you really want to thank me… ” she hesitates. not because she doesn't know what to say, but because saying it out loud makes it real. and vulnerable.

carmen hates vulnerability. she was raised to believe it's weakness.

“ …don't shut me out, next time. let me be there. even if it's messy. especially if it's messy. ” another pause. “ i don't want to come in when it's too late... and you're already hurt... i want to be part of the fight. i'm not... some damsel in distress you have to protect. ” gently—almost too gently for the girl he's met two days ago, who's all bite and latin sass, she adds: “ i want to matter. the way you do. i want to be brave, like you are. ” she hesitates just for a moment before taking his hand. squeezing it to let him feel how much she means it.

HELP MY MUSE WASH OFF BLOOD FROM THEIR BODY

@theirmadness — Carmen Lopez

Killing never gets any easier, and perhaps it’s a good thing it doesn’t: he doesn’t dare to think of the day when cutting someone’s head (or something’s, as is often the case) was just par for the course—for that to happen, something inside him would have to be numb.

He, however, would like to feel less uneasy when he does it, as it’s part of his job to do so, whether he likes it or not. It shouldn’t be Carmen who takes care of him afterward, tending to his wounds with butterfly stitches and cleaning up the blood from his exposed skin, which isn’t entirely his.

"Thank you… for doing this."

He’s generalizing, but he’s grateful for more than one thing, and he’s trying his best to remain still.

"I don’t know how to repay you."

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she'd blame it on toxic human hormones coursing through her body. clouding her judgement. making her... feel. it's disgusting. but she... had time to prepare herself, familiarise herself to the notion of it all.

abaddon wasn't foolish enough to think, even for a second, that he would want this. he didn't want her, he didn't want a relationship with her. he barely even wanted to do what he was created to do—but still, she thought that perhaps... if she reminded him of the glory that they could achieve together—it was useless. he did not seek glory, or their lord's approval. he sought only to exist, until his end came. it was so... pathetic. so human of him. she goes through a myriad of emotions.

anger, betrayal, hurt, sorrow, grief. but most of all: hatred. it burns in her like infernal flames, and she tastes it on her tongue like blood and bile. she swallows, hard, the grip of his hand is familiar, the sting of a blade just threatening to pierce the flesh, even more so. perhaps he's her punishment, after all. “ you're weak. ” she spits. he would do it.

he's done it before. but his flesh had been only human, then. still, she doesn't want to take any risks. “ and pathetic. i should get rid of it msyelf not to spread your disease any further. ” but she won't. she pushes him off her with meaning behind it—shaking. it's barely there, but to his trained eye? he'd see it. the only sign she's upset besides the anger, and the venom in her eyes. “ what a disappointment. ”

LACKING EVERY CHANCE TO GET RID OF HER, HE GRUDGINGLY SETTLED WITH TOLERANCE. Descended back into madness, went on killing sprees with her and somehow made her presence more bearable this way. Old times revived, wasn't too bad. But their bickering never died, however. Cain shrouds himself in vehement denial still and would do so even if the fruit below her heart were already big enough to swell her belly. His glare survives Abaddon's monologue in silence, although confusion pinches his brows together at her implication that this... this thing could convince him to what? Love her? The scoff such lures from him says it all.

The mention of Adam, at least, fails to sway him.

" I don't have to explain to you what we are. And what a child of our blood would be doomed to become. " Which he won't accept. It's her besmirching Abel's name that prompts him to bridge the remaining distance between them. One hand grabbing her throat, its counterpart unsheathing his hunting knife to hold its blade into sight. " You want this abomination to live? " A warning, unblinking stare pins her, the knife's peak guided down on her while each word sounds as calm as can be:

" Then run. Run away and never... " A subtle shake of his head ere he releases her with a decided push. " Never come back. " An opportunity granted; for Abaddon to try and play mother and for Cain to know her gone.

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rowena is no stranger to fear.

but this fear she feels now, with him—this fear is unlike the fear of survival. this fear of failure—it's a fear she does not know well. even before she was who she became to survive, rowena had been...

confident. sure of herself. sure in her skills, her tenacity. she had many gods throughout her centuries on earth, but the one thing she always believed in was herself. she makes a soft scoffing sound when he pulls her in and reminds her that he is, indeed, old as humanity is. adam and eve's firstborn son. she cannot compete with that, but, she still gives him a stubborn look. always reluctant to admit such things.

she leans into his arms, allowing his presence to still the raging storm brewing inside her. her eyes fall shut, enjoying the gentle caresseses.

“ it's been so long since i've been afraid to fail. ” an admission, a soft whisper. she opens her eyes to meet his—the blue infinity that cain holds, staring at her with such devotion. when was the last time she had been looked at this way, and felt something similar in return? she can't help but smile, one of her hands cupping his cheek. she's grown used to the feeling of his beard, on her palm. the shape of his jaw.

her words, sealed with a kiss on his chin, as she thumbs the spot under his eye. determined. “ then i suppose we'll be afraid together. ”

TERRIFIED WOULD BEST DESCRIBE WHAT THEY BOTH FEEL. Rowena is not alone with this, even though Cain can't object her self-reflection on being a terrible mother— look at Crowley, evidence on two legs. And Cain himself was the blueprint for all the absent fathers out there. He can't help but simper in response to all this doubt pouring out of her, how utterly endearing it is to know there lives such vulnerability within this force of nature. He doesn't interrupt Rowena, lets her vent all that's coursing through her head certainly since days on end. The caresses she plants to his skin an effortless reward.

Until she mentions her age.

Cain huffs a quiet laugh rooted in genuine amusement, whereas skepticism soon tugs at his brows. " Love, you are speaking to someone as old as humanity itself. " That's when he withdraws his hands from Rowena's cheeks to pull her into a warm embrace instead.

Apropos humanity... when did he last feel so human? Fingers of one hand carding through her ginger locks, he dips his head just enough to mutter close by an ear: " If it helps, I'm as afraid as you are. And there was a time where... offspring was unthinkable for me. " Which they both know too well. No need digging deeper into that abyss. Then he inches back just enough to restore eye contact, habitually grim mien still softened; as always when he looks at her. His old, forgotten self would call him pathetic. " But now. With you? I am willing to try. "

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@hartlines, mwah.

penny laughs. it's a little too high-pitched and light. her legs are swinging in the air where she's perched on the examining table. she wasn't one to visit the doctor all the often. the clinic sounded awful. until she saw the handsome doctor that one time she came in with a friend, and the rash was the perfect excuse for some time alone.

“ you're funny, ” she purrs, pushing golden locks back, out of the way, and all but pushing her chest forward. “ yeah, i'd like you to put it on yourself. wanna make sure it's done right. don't wanna lose my tan line—can you imagine? ” she tugs down one pink strap to reveal a faint bikini line. “ you sunbathe much, doc? you look a little pale. ”

It’s a rash alright, and nothing she should be worrying about, but it may be taking House too long to explain that to Mrs… Mrs… Mrs. Perky Boobs (he’s given up remembering) because she’s chosen to altogether remove her shirt rather than just give him a run-of-the-mill sneak peek.

"Oh—no, you’ll be fine; it’s just allergic dermatitis."

At least he remains (as) professional (as he can).

"A little cortisone cream, and you’ll be breaking men’s hearts in no time… see, if you want, I can put it on you myself."