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@presstocontinuestory​ from our plotting

quentin could very easily be described as a creature of habit. there were certain routines that he would get into and the sensation of of structure they provided helped to keep him focused. he needed moments like that to help ease his mind from the constant vigilance that her subjects himself too whenever he is working a case. it’s why something, some routines are sacred for him. one such being his weekly trip to a bar that is near his apartment. it is how he became a regular. it is how he crossed paths with chirlia. how he ended up in her bar, every single thursday, around nine o’clock. what started off as a need for a drink has turned into something a bit more lewd. eyes dart up from his empty glass as he sits at the end of the bar, a devious smile lingering on his face as he glances. soon, the last patron in this place will and they’ll be alone in here. just like every single thursday. that’s when the real fun can begin. 

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[findxxme]

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The only reason he had agreed to spend the holidays with his long lost family was because of Violet. The two had reconnected - or simply connected - pretty quickly when everyone had ended up back in their own home town. There hadn’t been a moment to breathe since the first kiss they had shared, where he had tilted her head back and pulled her close to him outside of the house right next to the window where any of his extended family could look out and see him taking advantage of his young niece. Taking advantage didn’t seem like the right wording considering she was just as ready to touch him, hands drifting and exploring, begging for more. 

That had been months ago and now it was Christmas time which meant he had no choice but to spend it with his family which meant they had to be careful and not be so obvious, at least until the drinks started flowing and people weren’t so perceptive.

As they settled down for the movie night portion he made a point of sitting in one of the chairs that was tucked behind other chairs, pulling the blanket down for Violet to slip under a few moments later. His hand immediately settled around her thigh, a smirk on his face as he watched the rest of the family move around them.

#presstocontinuestory #murphy x violet

[roughxsouls]

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His family’s humongous estate only ever brought him any sense of comfort in times like tonight, the loud rhythms thumping throughout a hollow home as the party raged on. Denzel leaned against the railing atop the foyer, overlooking the dozens mingling beneath him as he nodded his head to the beat of the music. Had he not been standing so close to her, the girl beside him would’ve likely been drowned out with ease — he doesn’t know her name, and he really doesn’t give a damn to learn it but she’s rambling on about an economics class he doesn’t even have much to do with. Who invited her? Why isn’t she with them? He’d turn toward her with a raised brow, only to excuse himself with a smooth mention of checking on the others as he raised the blunt in-hand to his lips. He’ll descend the steps at a leisured pace, nodding with a smile at several people looking his way. "Is everybody having a good time?” Denzel would allow someone close to swipe his blunt out of his hand as he moved through the crowd, stopping right next to the front door as he was walking by just to see Melody being allowed inside. He’s pleased with the turnout, but it should go without saying that he was immensely pleased to have his best friend here. Nodding towards her in subtle greeting, he’d howl out delightedly and reach casually for her hand just to pull her along with him. “What took you so long?” He asked, leaning in close to speak over the music and those surrounding them as he would walk with her to the kitchen. There’s a large selection of liquor atop the countertops accompanied by more plastic cups than a frat house would need. “You need a drink?”

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Someone asked “"I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your...”

@presstocontinuestory​

“Long ago, I had found you and I turned you,” Michael stated, looking over at her. “I’m loyal to you.”

#Michael #presstocontinuestory

[scriptisarcanisx]

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“So here’s the deal,” William pitched the business proposal to the woman opposite him. “I need you. And you need money,” he said plainly. “I just found out my lovely fiance,” he spoke the words like they tasted like bile, “is only signing up for this marriage as a revenge plot against my father. Not that I blame her, he’s a ruthless businessman who doesn’t care who he steps on just to get his way. But I don’t want to get dragged into the mess. So here’s where you come in,” he adjusted his posture, leaning more towards the other. “I know you owe my dad a hefty sum. I can help you pay it off. The only thing I need from you is for you to legally marry me.” He spoke with a straight face, showing her just how serious he was about the situation.

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[brokenbcys]

( @presstocontinuestory​) Orqui smiled at what the man said "Just doing what I want to be doing for the rest of my life." She admitted, shrugging at that statement. She never really thought of wanting to be a cop her whole life although it wasn't just a phase either. The girl will probably be at this game for quite some time, if not forever like she said she would be. When the man warned her about the suspect possibly being unruly in their ride later, she nodded "I can handle it." She told him, before turning away to look around and check where she could station herself "Looks like the fires out, I hope all of them got out." The girl thought out loud.

Jesse got a message over the radio that he was holding that everyone out, and the rooms were clear. “There we go, we know. Everyone’s out. Just need checking over,” he grinned, repeating the message that had heard so the blonde could hear the outcome of what happened as well. Jesse turned around, noticing the civilians doing as they were told and looked at the blonde-haired girl. “Shall we take him in then?” He asked, raising his eyebrow. “Sit in the front with me,” he insisted. “We’re probably going to hear all talk from him. Be prepared he could be rude. People usually are who we’ve handcuffed.”

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[lockhart-junior]

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Jack and Olivia rarely cook for and with each other, but the rare times that they do has always been one of the most fun they always had together. The most common was always breakfast, one that the girl has kind of mastered by now. Sometimes she still burns a pancake or two, but it’s never as bad as when she first started out. She loved serving the other, making him smile and happy. He always seems to appreciate what she makes for him, even if it doesn’t taste too good. Danny would spit it out and eat something else, question Jack about it and his taste. She just appreciates that he tries to like it at least, defend her horrible cooking.

As the fish thawed and the two continued on making their own dishes, the girl smiled when the other approved of her idea making some brownies that weekend. One of their more successful dishes was that last batch of brownies with marshmallow, it was fun to make it too “Oh yes, I love those!” she said, giggling as she then quickly turned to the other when he mentioned he’d like to go camping sometime. The girl had always wanted to do that, it made her gasp and jump for joy “Yes! Yes!” she’s sometimes like an animated cartoon with the way she reacts to things she’s excited with “I’d love that, yes!” she then said, grinning this time. She was fairly free this week, so far there was no text or call from BRAVO yet about her contract. Her current one was about to end, she just wanted to discuss terms with the new agency and see if she is indeed interested in moving. Either way, she’s leaving her current agency. She’ll either have no agency this coming month, or have a completely new and better one. She didn’t mind what would happen. Looking back at their trips out, mainly their hiking trips “There’s a place just north from here that my parents go to.” she told him, smiling “a little hike and then a nice spot to set camp. It’s totally camping safe too.” she now added, nodding at that “When do you want to go? I’m so excited for smores!” the girl then grinned and moved onto circling the cookies. Sometimes she’d make a square just because, so it turns into a square with round corners when it gets baked.

Her enthusiastic reaction pleasantly surprised him and he instantly wondered why he hadn’t asked her sooner. There was something truly adorable about the way she jumped when she heard his idea, like a kid in a candy store. He hadn’t really thought about which place to go yet, until she asked him about it. He was about to tell her he’d look for some camping sites online when she told him about the camping spot her parents usually went to. He’d never heard of it - his own father didn’t really like to camp, he was more one to stay in hotels than tents when he went on a trip but apparently there had been a site not very far from here all this time. “That sounds perfect”, he nodded, all the while turning off the stove and filling two plates with their dinner. “I have a few campfire stories too”, he smiled, most of them were ones that Danny told him back at summer camp when they were little, but he was pretty sure there were a few Olivia hadn’t heard yet. Besides, Jack liked the thought of freaking Olivia out with a scary story and then having her seek refuge in his embrace, just like she did when they occasionally watched a horror film. “We can go this weekend? We’ll make the brownies first and take them with us”, he suggested, already looking forward to eating fresh brownies and smores by the fire. He wasn’t even the most outdoorsy person but camping was something he always wanted to do with Olivia. After pouring them both a glass of water, he loaded their plates onto a tray and brought it back to the living room with him so they could eat in front of the TV. They did just that, finishing another two movies before the evening fell and Jack fell asleep with her on the couch. For those few hours, it felt just like everything was back to normal.  During the rest of the week, neither Todd nor Sophie’s name came up again, even though Jack did eventually send Sophie another text asking if she was okay. Apparently she was, although she confessed to him that she felt a bit embarrassed and didn’t know what to tell him after their last exchange. This provoked a feeling of guilt in him, since it hadn’t been his intention to make her feel awkward. On the contrary, that was what he’d been trying his hardest to avoid. It ate away at him a little bit, building and building until he finally told Sophie that they could meet up again sometime if she wanted to. He left it rather open ended and casual, although you wouldn’t know it by the texts she sent him in response. She seemed thrilled, before he knew it she was already suggesting more places for them to go and he was wondering if he’d painted himself into some kind of corner. For now though, he decided to let it be and focus on the upcoming weekend instead, packing his clothes, his sleeping bad and whatever else they would need into a large backpack. When the weekend rolled around, he showed up at Olivia’s house carrying the thing on his back. After they prepared the brownies like they planned - and after Olivia insisted he ditch his solo sleeping bag in favor of the shared one she’d brought - they took a bus to the camping site. It was just a little ways ahead of the bus stop, a 15 minute hike through the forest. They weren’t even that deep into the woods but it did feel that way when they were surrounded by trees and all the sound of their town was completely gone. No cars or trams, not even any bikes. Only the sound of birds chirping and the distant noise of water in the background, rustling leaves and the sound of small twigs cracking underneath their own footsteps. When they reached the camp site, Jack was finally able to put down his backpack and let out a long sigh, dropping himself in the grass to rest for a moment. 

“Pfff...” They still needed to set up the tent, luckily there was a pretty clear instruction manual. He looked up at Olivia for a moment and wondered where she got all her energy from. She didn’t seem all that bothered having to carry a heavy backpack, or at least one that looked heavy to him. “It’s beautiful here”, he commented as he sat up and looked around the small clearing. “Hey, do you know if there’s any bushes around here? Maybe we could find some berries to pick.” 

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       Bruce had learned of her presence via Alfred. It was a pssitivly sizzling day outside of Gotham and Bruce followed suit and walked out in his swimsuit.’ I see you take my invitation of a wildly liberal use of the grounds to heart.’ 

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“Nice form, but you’re not going to kill anyone if you don’t have the momentum,” Darren had noticed her at the calling, he hadn’t learned her name but it made him feel bad that she had been chosen to be one of those chosen to fight to the death. The collar had been locked around his neck and knew they couldn’t break any of the rules or defy the games without being electric shocked to death but he had been thinking of the game and noticed that the capital supported people they liked, meaning...he’d need to be likable. “I’m Darren, I know critiquing you is a weird way to...introduce myself but hi.” He said doing his best to not look for the hidden cameras recording them.

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@presstocontinuestory​ from our plotting

quentin feels like a whole new person. some might assume that it’s because for the first time in a long time, he’s back in his original skin, back in the sleeve he was birthed in. but that had nothing to do with why he felt different. he felt different because the last time he saw monica, he was an entirely different person. he felt like he has changed a great deal in his life away from bay city, away from his sister, away from monica, away from his home. he’s not the same naive kid that walked onto that ship and flew off to get trained into a weapon, not the same who had a hopeless crush on monica. it’s been about 7 years since he walked into his new life and nothing was the same. 

at least, that is what he told himself. but it all changed once he saw monica. all of those feelings that he had before came rushing back. the crush he had harbored back then felt like it was relevant all over again and he can hardly believe that she’s as beautiful now as she was when he stepped onto that loading ramp. which is almost hard for quentin to believe. quentin swallows thickly as he crossed through the club to walk towards the bar. his heart rate started to pick up and he knows why immediately. staring down the barely of a gun? cool as a cucumber. face to face with his childhood crush? anxious as all hell. who would have figured? “ monica. long time no see. how’ve you been? “ 

#there is such beauty in the dark : // threads #presstocontinuestory

[roughxsouls]

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Adam stood by the door, offering his jacket to the coat check first before he handed in his invitation to security. He was then escorted past through the back entrance, led up a large staircase to the sprawling lobby of the museum where he could pick up a pamphlet he could likely leaf through while he browsed through the special exhibit. Upon catching a quick sight of an agent who invited him out in the first place, he would offer a polite smile in greeting. He would raise a curious brow at the woman as she turned toward another as she gestured subtly for the artist to make haste, likely attempting to introduce him to some tired old investor in a suit that was keen on hiring someone for a commission.

Once he drew near, the giddy middle aged woman would nod toward one of the headlining up and comers who had done some modeling for a few art pieces being displayed here tonight. This is so good! The woman boasted to the blonde, nodding toward the tall male as he closed in silently to look at both of them with a raised brow. This is Olivia, one of the models I told you would be featured here tonight. He would politely offer his hand. “Hi, I’m Adam.” He chuckled a little bit. “It’s really cool that you took the time to be a part of this--and it’s for a good cause.” He spoke, warm brown hues lingering on her eyes for a moment before he pulled away. Adam here has his own project in the works, and I was thinking maybe you two could benefit from linking up and doing something together. The woman spoke up, to which Adam would only shake his head a little bit. “Shi- Nah, it’s nothing this big.” It was so far off, he didn’t even have a solid idea of what he was working on yet. He’s being modest, but anyway yeah if you ever want to do something like this again in the future with Adam or not, i’ll be sure to give you my card tonight. Adam stood there with a mild smile, left alone with the blonde as his frequent agent hurriedly rushed off after another unsuspecting model she could potentially milk for business. “Anyway,” Adam chuckled a little bit as he turned back towards Olivia. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

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[chaoticbynature-archived]

Someone asked “"I want to smash the mirror every time I look at it." Vasiliki to...”

The Erlking shook his head, sitting down next to the child. “While your father and I disagree on most things, we do not like you talking down to yourself...”

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@presstocontinuestory        |        BOND GIRL         Shelly     007 COLLEAUGE

       James broke off his sparring and leaned on the ropes, ‘ Sorry pet, I was getting in one last workout.’ 

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[writtenarcana]

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He took a deep breath, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked at the skyline, lights turning on one by one. Nightfall definitely was his favorite time of day. The colors that painted the sky, it was just breathtaking. “What a waste of a lovely night,” David teased with a chuckle. This view was meant for lovers but instead he shared it with a friend. “Okay, answer me this, if you could share this view with literally anyone on this planet, who would it be?” he asked to make conversation.

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@presstocontinuestory​ (I think you liked for a starter but idk so you get one anyway)

Cal tilted his head as he spotted the figure sat alone, slowly he approached curiously, clearing his throat once he was close enough for them to hear.  “Are you alright, out here, alone?”

#m:cal #presstocontinuestory

[lockhart-junior]

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Olivia liked that Jack clearly listens to her, it’s sweet to know that someone cares for her like that so much “Shh…” she smirked, the girl didn’t really have the energy to think about the new agency that was trying to recruit her. At least not now, maybe later. When the other then told her that Danny wasn’t their type and asked if she dreamt of him, the girl giggled and shook her head at that “I didn’t, he’s not my type either.” she started, as she moved in closer to him despite the feeling of his morning wood pressing against her “I dreamt of you.” she then said, as she nuzzled into his neck again and letting her leg then hook to his. Sometimes, the girl was inappropriately comfortable with Jack and doesn’t even know it. People probably think that she’s purposely leading him on, when she really just never learned what boundaries are when it came to him. They grew up far too close to each other, she didn’t even consider learning it “or maybe it wasn’t a dream?” she then asked, since she was pretty drunk last night “We were at the party and we snuck off to the bedroom for some peace and quiet.” she now told him the dream “We locked the door and were left alone for a while.” she then added, as she spoke against his neck with her breath hitting his skin “after a while, I wanted to see the stars and you suggested we go to the roof. We got out the window and climbed up to hang out at the roof next.” the girl continued, as her fingers now started to mindlessly dance against his chest “When we got back down, we accidentally went to a different room and so… The bedroom we were last in is permanently locked now.” she then giggled at that “We laughed and that’s it… Did it happen?”

Jack often felt conflicted about Olivia’s closeness to him. He enjoyed it, and yet there was a part of him that wondered if perhaps he saw it differently than she did. If perhaps he was being unfair to her by letting her get this close, without ever telling her how he felt about her. How he felt butterflies in his stomach every time he received a text from her on his phone, how he would drop his other friends in a heartbeat to hang out with her, how he once turned down a nice girl who asked him out, simply because she was still in the back of his mind. She always was. Perhaps that was why he was all ears when she revealed that she’d dreamt about him. “Really?”, he asked, sounding just a little bit too curious. His body was still wide awake and her relentless hugging didn’t help one bit, but maybe the distraction of her story would. Did she really not remember last night? She wasn’t that drunk, was she? She had seemed tipsy but not to the point of forgetting everything. Maybe he underestimated just how well she was at acting normal while drunk. These thoughts of his dissipated as soon as he felt her warm breath in his neck, sending a confusingly pleasant shiver up his spine. Wait, what was she doing with her fingers? he felt them dance across his chest, her smooth legs brushing up against his own beneath the covers, while her story slowly drifted into the background. He should say something. No, he should tell her right now and let her decide for herself if she still wanted to be his friend, and... He looked at her when he noticed the silence, instantly spotting the waiting expression on her face. “Oh, uh”, he shrugged as her question finally sunk in. “No. Well, sort of. We did leave the party. But there was no roof. Maybe next time”, he smiled at her, slowly withdrawing his arm from her waist. “Olivia...we can talk about anything, right?”

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