#overlookedoverachiever

[policiiaco-blog]

starter call / @overlookedoverachiever

He approached her desk with a big box of case files. They were the closed out cases from the past year that he finally decided to clear from his desk. “Hello, Gina.” he said as casually as he could. She was one of the younger broads working the desk, and honestly the cutest one of the lot. Stefan knew that the poor girls were being hounded left and right on the daily by the whole police station but Stefan couldn’t help but attempt to flirt with her. “I apologize I don’t come around so often but can you file these away for me?”

[mrspower-blog1]

Los Angeles was a strange place - Maggie had decided that fact within a few days of arriving in the bustling city. A world away from the streets of Dublin that she’d called home for most her life, the American metropolis seemed to ooze a completely new way of life. It must be admitted, she concluded, that her newfound sense of freedom was not emanating from the city alone. On the contrary, Maggie reasoned that it was in fact the absence of her beloved husband that contributed to her enjoyment of the sun-soaked city. While she may have tried to pretend that her sojourn in the United States was for leisure alone, the woman’s spirits were dampened by the reality that she was actually on this side of the world for business purposes. Her husband was growing older by the day, slowly giving in to the ailments he had garnered as a result of his indulgent lifestyle. As a result, John Power had petitioned his wife to go to the city of angels in his stead.

It was quickly becoming obvious that the West Coast was being ruled by a new breed of gangsters and, never one to miss out on the fun, John wanted to ensure that his counterparts on the other side of the globe knew his name. This was how Margaret Power had found herself travelling halfway across the world for the first time. Though she may have wanted to protest at the thought of representing her husband’s illicit activities on an international scale, she welcomed the respite of the new city. It wasn’t long before she was welcomed onto the illustrious social scene of the bustling city, quickly bypassing the simpering ladies with their beautiful dresses and rising to the levels needed to execute her tasks.

Finally, after almost two months in the city, Maggie found herself preparing to meet with with a representative from one of the larger syndicates. Tucking her auburn hair delicately behind her ear, the Irish woman scanned the bar silently as she waited for whichever lacky would have the pleasure of meeting her. As she smoothed out her simple gown, she wondered briefly if she was getting too old for this kind of game. She could drape herself in jewels and pretty gowns all she wanted, but the reality was that the men were no longer seeking her gaze - not that she particularly wanted their attention. No, there was only one person’s attention that she truly wanted and, well, she didn’t like to dwell on that these days. Hearing footsteps behind her, Maggie kept her gaze on her drink, not wanting to seem at all perturbed by her company. “Are you here for me?” she questioned, almost politely, still not turning to meet the newcomer’s gaze. @overlookedoverachiever 

[barbcr]

@overlookedoverachiever 

“Well considerin’ you’re the one who’s sittin’ here in front of me, I think you might be the one who doesn’t know what he’s doin’ - smartarse.”

“Alright. Fuck. Is it going to HURT?”

[moviestarcop]

“You don’t look so good.”

Roy scoffed, slowly making his way towards his desk, and praying the painkillers in his system kept working for a good, long time. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t even be here right now… but he couldn’t afford any more medical leave. Life in Vice had been a rough ride, lately.

He cast the woman a sidelong glance, leisurely making his way through the station.

“Really? Because I’ve never felt better,” Roy responded with the usual acidity, only made worse by the fact that he was wounded.

[maggiemcnamee]

overlookedoverachiever​

Maggie watched on in confusion as her husband threw his belongings into an over-sized suitcase. “Are you leaving me?” she asked, almost hopefully. “You bloody well know I’m not leavin’ ya Maggie” she heard the man sigh as he continued to throw various items into the bag, leaving her to take them back out and fold them neatly. “Then do you mind informing me where the hell you’re going?” she demanded, folding her arms tightly across her chest as she waited for an explanation.

“I’m in a bit of trouble- need to go away for a while”, Maggie was left stunned at his brisk explanation, whatever feeling she had for her husband may have evaporated a long time ago, but that didn’t stop her worrying about what trouble he was bringing into their life. “What do you mean-” she was cut off by her husband’s gruff voice, “Maggie I really don’t have time to talk about this, I have to go away for a while that’s all there is to it, I’ve asked someone to come and stay with you while I’m gone”. She was sure that her knuckles were turning white from the death grip she held on the bedside table, “John I don’t need a bloody babysitter, I’m a grown-” she was cut off again, this time by the sound of a harsh knock at the front door.

“That’ll be him” John motioned for her to let the guest in. She briefly considered leaving whatever lackey her husband had employed to babysit her outside the door, in a hope that they would eventually get the hint and leave. However she decided against it, considering that it would probably be much easier to get rid of them when her husband was gone. With pursed lips she swung the front door open, unsure of exactly what to expect.

[thxgoldenage-blog]

fredxginger for the meme because otp

y e s literally the otp to end all otps

who holds the umbrella when it rains: Fred would and it would look sO CUTE

who is the grumpiest in the morning: I don’t think either of them would be grumpy exactly, but Fred was a morning person so Ginger’s probably the grumpy one

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: FRED omg such a stupid worrier

who plays pranks on the other: Ginger lmao but Fred can probably give as good as he gets

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: umm Ginger I think?

who insists on creating nicknames for the other: omg they'd both have stupid nicknames for each other I think

who drools on the other when they’re asleep: neither probably but let’s say Ginger. and Fred’s probably too polite to say anything lmao

who says ‘I love you’ first: idk actually oH MAYBE THEY SAY IT TOGETHER like they blurt it out over each other and then they do the awkward “oh sorry you go first" thing

[kxmpfer]

"How lucky can they be? They're dead."

" --Some things   are worse, I guess  "

[barbcr]

"Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself."

I forgot the meme because I am trash ( accepting )

“Yeah, yeah. You sure YOU know what you’re doing?”

[moviestarcop]

Despite the warm spatter against the side of his face, and the crimson stains marring his once-pristine jacket, Roy remained surprisingly cool for a man who was covered in blood.

The lifeless body on the concrete before him was sprawled out amidst the trash, dead eyes glancing skyward at the stars above as a deep red puddle quickly grew at Roy's feet. Roy holstered his smoking gun, bringing a hand up to wipe against his cheek. He redirected his gaze away from the bullet holes in the man's chest just in time to see the gawking couple who stood at the alleyway's entrance.

"Should ask him instead," he said sardonically, gesturing to the corpse with a wave of his bloody hand. "He's the one havin' a bad day"

[devilswaiting]

Gina Gilmore

♣

Gina? Gina's . . . Gina's somethin else. I've never seen a bigger personality on such a tiny thing. I count that girl as one of my dearest friends and I think I'd have to kill anyone who messes with her.

Okay, maybe . . . maybe not kill. Maim, possibly. Intimidate. Something with less jail time, preferably.

[barbcr]

"Spit it out!"

Spit it Out ( accepting ) ; 21.

“You have two seconds before I toss you out on your ass.”

[barbcr]

@overlookedoverachiever

Dark eyes are FOCUSED on the door that’s left wide open, a straight shot to FREEDOM. It wouldn’t take much, a brief feint could probably get him outside--------he was a GOOD runner ( if he could thank Sobel for anything, he’d thank him for that ) & if he got at least a minute head start, he was sure he could get away quickly enough without being CAUGHT . All of this for his goddamned ELBOW ; he wasn’t about to miss out on everything because of a goddamned elbow.

Fuck it. The decision was made & he was already looking for his boots when he heard a commotion just outside the door. Through the glass, he could see two nurses. WHAT they were arguing about, he had no idea-----their voices were HUSHED but the tone was still very evident in what he could hear. & he quickly tosses his boots under his bed, not wanting to bring any QUESTIONS to himself if one of them came in.

& it was a G O O D assumption too, because within the next minute, a nurse close to his age ( younger, he presumed, but he was always TERRIBLE at guessing those things ) came in holding a roll of bandages. Dark hues met with her own, a SMIRK spreading across his lips as he pushed himself back against the pillows-----faking an innocence that was long but gone.

“Again? Jesus, nurse, how many times you gotta patch this thing a day?”