#blndsided

[mutatedangels-a]

@blndsided // eli x abigail

"Hey. You're botherin' her." Eli's voice cut through the chatter at the bar, his presence as towering as he was as he leaned his arm against the wooden surface. He tilted his head at the gentleman (using that term loosely) in front of him, a scummy-looking greaseball who'd spent the last five minutes talking off the nice blonde bartender's ear. Against her will. He looked at her with a smile. "He's bothering you, isn't he?"

And he wasn't stupid. Eli could tell when a bartender was listening genuinely and when they were trying to get somebody off their back. The guy, who'd put on way too much goddamn gel in his hair, protested. "Who are you, the goddamn bouncer?"

Eli laughed dryly at this. "No, man, I'm worse than the goddamn bouncer. Now." He cleared his throat and kept his demeanor relatively casual despite his menacing words.

"Just grab your drink and walk on over to your little friends while you still can and leave this girl alone. Alright?"

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@blndsided // jamie x love

"Jeez, that kid's an inch shorter than me and built like The Rock," Jamie muttered to Love as the opposing team took the court in preparation to start the game. His hand reached into his bag of popcorn as he kept his eyes on the court. "Did we double check his birth certificate and make sure he's a middle schooler?"

It was the middle of spring volleyball season at Taylor Middle School and the Spartans were on a 7-0 winning streak, coached by none other than Jamie's daughter, Avery. Otherwise, he wouldn't be found anywhere near a gym full of a bunch of sweaty middle schoolers (ugh, God, the smell!) and their questionable parents. Good thing it was the perfect place to people watch, and at least he'd had Love, the parent of one of Avery's players on the volleyball team, to bounce off his silly comments to.

"Listen. If you think he's being rough on your kid, I have absolutely no problem beating up a 12-year-old. Just say the word."

[touchbased]

"so, you tell me we should stop seeing each other and then you show up at my apartment. you can see how a gal might get a little confused, yeah?" / @blndsided

[bowlofpeaches]

@blndsided //

It used to be Skip's.

An M21 sniper rifle with a slightly nicked scope and worn-out leather sling that they'd been meaning to change right before all this shit went down. The only reason the old thing was clean was because Eli was running out of things to do up in this watchtower all by himself, and cleaning that goddamn gun was the next best thing on his list if he couldn't replace its strap.

He hadn't reached for it in a few hours and he thought that was a pretty damn good record. It wasn't like he picked it up all the time with every intent to shoot it, either. He used it as a telescope when he was trying to get the finer details of the forest that surrounded him in the post he'd been isolated in. When Skip head out of the tower all those nights ago (how many was it, now?), he accidentally took Eli's bag, and that bag held the high powered binoculars specific to Deadwood Peak Lookout—the Vortex, no. 3, marked as the third pair assigned to the third outpost within a 200-mile radius of the woods.

But now, he reached for it with his finger on the trigger, eyes fixed at the door. The rifle was just as strong close range even if it wasn't meant for that sort of thing. And it had more bullets than the GLOCK 9 he kept in a tin box under the bed. That one had one left for the one last thing Eli would do.

So he kept it pointed at the door, that goddamn door that also needed to be fixed. Anybody could've broken past the damn thing in all this time, but no one had tried until now. Hell, he wasn't even sure the person he thought he saw on the ground would try. This could all just be some fever dream sans peyote. Eli wasn't sure what he'd rather it be: His first encounter with a human since Skip left exactly 28 days ago, or some fucked up psychosis. He could barely swallow as he waited.

[xwildheart]

@blndsided sent " are... are these good tears? or bad tears? " for isla

'bad.' she hated this, hated this sneaking around. she wanted them to be free to just be together. she'd never been afraid of her brother and yet here she was, unable to just go talk to him about any of this. 'i just-- i just want to be able to see you all the time. once a week isn't enough.' it was taking it's toll on her.

[lcnelyday]

@blndsided introducing dodie prince walk around the entire world.

"do you always make this many assumptions about the strangers you meet in the bar?" dodie asked with a laugh, finishing off her beer. it wasn't like they were complete strangers, they had done this every night for three nights now, a drink or two at the hotel bar and then head their separate ways. of course, dodie was always good at dodging personal questions, opting to discuss her job most of the time.

it was impossible to explain to people why she had left her family, taken the money and ran away to do something else with her life, so she chose not to talk about it. it had nothing to do with the ache in her chest from leaving her sister behind. nothing to do with the guilt of disappearing on her father with only a quick text to tell him that she was safe and never coming back.

[magicmadnessx]

A woman can never compete with a gun and a shield, it was something she'd heard her mother say often. Lindsay's father had been a dedicated cop, but he'd sacrificed being a dedicated husband and father to do it. To him the uniform mattered more, and her brother had taken that to heart when he'd gone through the academy. She knew the life, sometimes she even understood it, and she certainly kept any law enforcement she worked with at arms length because of it. Even the ones she seemed to be working with almost infuriatingly often.

"You shouldn't be here." She'd glanced up from her phone as she exited the courthouse, and immediately noticed him standing outside. Regarding him for a few seconds, she went back to scanning through the notifications she'd missed while she'd been at trial. It seemed several happened to be calls from Sawyer. "If this is about a case, I'll give you the courtesy since you came all the way down here. But you're going to have to walk and talk, I'm running late for something. Next time try calling my assistant."

Closed for @blndsided

[lemmeknowimreal]

JEREMIAH X ANGEL ISMS. ( part 1 of probably but hopefully not infinity )

angel and her demon pet stalker boyfriend walk into a bar...

/ @blndsided

[trustknown]

"is it?" tilts her head slightly, wondering if he thinks she's going to believe a single word that comes out of his mouth. "seems like the perfect way to get revenge to me." can't help but laugh bitterly. "i'm not really interested in delaying the inevitable, mr. whoever the fuck you are." / @blndsided continued from here

[xwildheart]

@blndsided / @wynterlanding

[mutatedangels-a]

@blndsided // jeremiah x angel

"Are you smelling my shirt?"

The supposed demon-ghost-handsome-devil stood in the doorway to the girl's bedroom, looking down at her. He'd just gotten out of the shower—another thing he didn't need to do but liked to for the sake of normalcy—and was walking in from the hallway, hand holding onto the towel around his waist. A perplexed expression colored his features, water dripping ever so slightly from a cherub-like curl that dangled from his otherwise pushed-back head of hair.

Sure, this was her bedroom and she had every right to do what she wanted. After all, he was the one who invaded her space—even had his suits hung up in her closet and underwear in her top drawer. But it was a little bit strange for her to be doing this, wasn't it?

"Well. Does it smell good, poppet?"

[petalruined]

I AM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR GRADUATING NURSING SCHOOL! YOU DESERVE ALL GOOD THINGS <3

PLS   TEE   I'M   NOT   DONE   YET   ,   MY   OFFICIAL   GRADUATION   DATE   IS   MAY   11   !!!!!!   BUT   ILYSM   !!!!!!

[touchbased]

"y'know, as happy as i am doing free labor for you, i'm starting to think i should at least get dinner or somethin' out of this." / @blndsided

[xwildheart]

@blndsided

OLIVIA & LAYLA All American 1.12 Back in the Day

[xwildheart]

“ I don’t think I can do this anymore “ Miguel to Isla 🥲

'Miguel?' she questions it softly, unable to accept what she'd just heard. "But--you said we'd figure this out. Together.'

[lcnelyday]

@blndsided cleo & ethan

cleo thought of her life. of the parties and drinking and gossip and galas and backstabbing and blackmail and the fashion and food and drugs and heartbreak and betrayal. the drama of it all. “perhaps interesting was the wrong word.” she said thoughtfully, tapping her finger to her chin for a moment. “i grew up in a very specific lifestyle. it’s interesting, wild to most even, unimaginable to others, but leaving was nothing exciting or dramatic. i just–i got tired and packed a bag and ran.” she said, wrapping an arm around herself as she knocked her drink back, a short grimace accompanying the sting of the whiskey. 

“i think i am going to try and stay. find somewhere to stay. maybe get my first job. i don’t know, like some tacky hallmark movie. try to find out who i want to be, rather than what i’ve been expected to be.” cleo said with a light shrug of her shoulders. she was sure anyone could yell at her for it. how privileged of her? how out of touch of her? how ridiculous to think that a change of scenery could solve a single problem?