love never wanted me but i took it anyway

                                        prcttylittlethings-a ☆ ♔

Scout didn’t even realize she developed feelings for Blake until she was in the thick of it.  At first the other girl was just another stop, but before long she was looking forward to hearing from Blake.  Then before Scout knew it she was throwing in free goodies from her own stash and bringing by snacks that Blake mentioned she liked along with whatever she bought.  Scout let out a surprised chuckle when Blake referred to her as out of her league.  “I’m your drug dealer I’m not exactly a prize catch.”  It’s a joke mostly, Scout had a healthy self esteem.  She might not be for everybody but she had her good qualities.  “Yeah, I do– the crush on you I mean, not the fever.”

“You’re definitely a prize catch,” Blake replied immediately, the words tumbling out before she realized they were even there. She snapped her mouth closed, blushing vibrantly as she stumbled over some sort of explanation - “I mean, you’re smart and wicked funny and hot as well and who wouldn’t - “ she stopped again, pressing a hand to her forehead as if she could just turn back time and stop talking completely before she made an even bigger moron of herself. “You’re like, the person I have the most fun with, is all,” she finally admits, shrugging her shoulder. “I just don’t wanna like, lose that. I mean the weed is - whatever. I can find someone else. But I don’t wanna lose you.” 

Brady wasn’t expecting this little show from her, but he can’t say he’s surprised. She’s always been a whirlwind of a woman - in fact, that’s one of the things he loves most about her. His breath catches in his throat, and he lets out a groan as he realizes what she’s doing. He takes note of the way she’s teasing him, but he doesn’t act out - not yet. He knows he went about things all wrong and he knows that he deserves the little teasing show happening before his eyes. There’s a little growl that escapes him as his hands move to her hips. He’s cautious and careful, but eventually he’s tugging her hand out of her jeans and instead he’s dipping his own hand underneath the fabric, slipping between her thighs to resume her actions with his own touch. “You don’t gotta wish anymore, baby.” He breaths out, enjoying the slick warmth he finds there between her thighs. “I’m never going anywhere again.”

Paxton chews his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to hold back any tears threatening to spill.  He was very much the person to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but he knew once that faucet started it would be hard to turn off.  Part of him always knew opportunity could call to Parker across the country or even across the world, but he had grown comfortable in their relationship.  Two busy people with their own set of priorities, but they continued to make it work because it was important to them both.  Pax uses the close proximity between them both to place a kiss to her forehead.  “I don’t think I’m ever going to strike gold like this twice.  There’s nobody like you.” 

She couldn’t help the tears that fell now; Paxton was too good for her, she knew that all along. But she’d cared - loved him so much, and it was wrong to hold his heart when she didn’t know when she’d even be in the same town as him again. Her own heart was breaking in her chest and she knew it was wrong, but she buried herself in his just to feel the warmth of his embrace. “I wish there was another way,” she said quietly, sniffling a little. “I wish you could both come with me, or that I wanted a boring stationary job. I wish I didn’t have to leave you behind.” 

@prcttylittlethings​ sent “you’re not wearing any underwear.” for fallon.

normally the dresses that fallon wore were loose, swing-style types. the kind with enough fabric to drape around her thighs instead of clinging to them. the one she had on tonight was the complete opposite. it was tight. not uncomfortably so but it clung to her everywhere. it was shorter than she’d normally go for too, the kind where she felt like she had to keep pulling it down at the back even when she really didn’t. maybe she was just paranoid. maybe she just felt a little silly because she’d gone to all this effort… and the fact she’d been caught out. that definitely didn’t help. “so?” her cheeks flushed warm and she shrugged, fingertips idly pulling at the bottom of the dress to ensure it was still down. which, of course, it was. “don’t i look… good?” 

Missy swallows thickly, somehow being seen for what she is was more terrifying than being underestimated.  At least then she felt like she still had the upper hand or a series of tricks up her sleeve.  Normally hunting serial killers wasn’t exactly her mode of operating.  Missy’s focus was generally on dirty cops, those that made the system more difficult.  She thought of herself as unclogging the drain… but turns out she had her work cut out for her.  She was so overwhelmed by the road ahead she decided to take a little side quest which is exactly how she came across Gemma.  She turned her obsessive need for justice onto the blonde who was not what she was expecting at all.  

“Your side?”  She questions, her voice twisting in confusion.  “What is your side exactly?  Chaos?” 

DALLAS: u got a point there. i'd love to have a fraction of that sting money!

DALLAS: good question

DALLAS: [insert baseball schedule here]

DALLAS: how does it look? do i get to see u anytime soon?

PARKER: If we had the Sting money, maybe I could finally make prima ballerina instead of being relegated to the background still.

Rudy’s heart breaks for Charlotte and her student.  He knew there was nothing he could do to fix it and that Charlotte was just looking to blow off some steam (he often found himself in the art wing when he needed to do the same).  Rudy reaches into a drawer of his desk where he keeps all the various gift cards given to him by staff and parents around the holidays and such.  Usually he gave them to students that were struggling and just needed a hot meal, but maybe a couple drinks at a chain restaurant will dull the pain a little.  “How about we hit up happy hour?  We can shit talk the district over appetizers and a couple margs.  What do you say?  Chili’s or Buffalo Wild Wings?”

Charlotte’s lips twisted into a smile as she plucked the Chili’s gift card from his hand, already thinking about the margarita she could get. Drinking on a school night wasn’t the smartest idea, but one of the perks to being an art teacher was that she was already a little more eccentric with her lessons than most of the other teachers in school. “I want lots of appetizers,” she said, tossing him his jacket with an ease that had come with time. Once, they’d been the newbies in school - bonding over being the odd ones out from such an established building - and now they could practically move in sync with one another. “And I don’t plan on sharing, so you better get your own. I will, however, pay for the first round of drinks if you promise not to cut me off tonight.” 

@prcttylittlethings sent 6c for zelda + i picked harvey

Harvey should have been surprised that they ended up this way again… But he wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried to stay away from Zelda… It turned out he just couldn’t. He’d tried to break things off and it didn’t work the first time, or the second, or the third. (The third being this time right now). He’d invited her over (first mistake) since his wife was out of town (second mistake), and he really did try to make her see that they couldn’t do this anymore. However, one thing lead to another and before he knew it his hands were tugging her dress off and his strong arms carried her upstairs to bed. Clothes shed piece by piece until he was laying her back against the mattress. And now? His hips were thrusting against hers, her legs hooked over her shoulders as his lips pressed her hers in a heated kiss. He didn’t speak, not a damn word, no, not now. And instead? He just focused on the way his body moved against hers.

DALLAS: yeah i was convinced i knew all the words to brand new day bc my mom listened to it all the time. i don't even think sting knows all the words to that song.

DALLAS: are you kidding? i hardly know how to have fun without u!

PARKER: I don't know if Sting knows the words to /any/ of his songs. Does he even need to? He's richer than God.