fuck marry kill

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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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[sensive]

[ okay man who laid in bed with him to achieve maximum depression 2-3 business days prior. ]

I care a lot. You’re just saying stuff.

[ going down at another, empty table, big guy. one hand on his shoulder, enough to keep him there, when bob rounds to the chair lean against the table’s edge. ]

Remember when you were my lawyer? [ tilting his head, ] If I was your lawyer now, I’d give you the same advice.

[ shutting the fuck up is his best defence, especially when it comes to ani and danny. ]

[hymen]

[ an uncomfortable flutter in his chest. i care a lot, except when it comes to ani and danny and the other thorns growing around his heart. maybe it's a plus for bob, unconsciously looking for fuck-ups so the void will always be fed. ]

If I'm remembering correctly, you didn't take my advice back then. [ looking up at him, searching for gold in his eyes. ignoring how the weight of his hand grounds him. ] Maybe if Ani was the one to say it, you would have.

[sensive]

She also told me to go fuck myself for hanging out with you.

[ and yet here they are, with bob’s thumb on his clavicle, pressing right above the bone. eyes liquid dark, more black than blue, and flecked gold. ]

C’mon, you’re acting like you want somebody to hit you. [ squeezing his shoulder, ] I’m not gonna hit you.

[hymen]

There's a bunch of other people who'd line up to do what you won't, you know. [ bothersome, that bob knows him like this. that he can tell what's going on beneath his skin. ] I'm in high demand around here.

[ even more bothersome, that he could be so fucking irritated with what bob is saying but caught in rapt awareness of what he's doing. the gently firm pressure at his shoulder has him instinctively pushing up, a suspiciously half-hearted attempt to escape. or for more. ]

I'm leaving. [ voice pitched low, so it only travels between them. ] To see Danny. He has something I want. Thanks for nothing.

[sensive]

[ well, he knows what that fucking means. his brows draw tight, something like hurt in his features. he has something i want. what could possibly be worth jeopardising everything embry has? unless that’s the whole fucking point — ]

[ petulantly, ] What if I don’t let you. [ pushing him back down. a guiding, steadying thing, barely a flex of muscle beneath his rolled sleeve required to do so. slipping into that keen, watchful mode that he does sometimes, a byproduct of observing his own terror from the outside for so long. ] Aren’t you not supposed to negotiate with terrorists?

[ voice still low, leaning forward so embry doesn’t have to strain to hear him through the din. ]

You know I can hear your heartbeat from, like, whole floors away. I know which one’s yours. It’s already up.

[ just thinking about danny, or talking about this, in a crowded room. funnily enough, it doesn’t occur to him that he himself might have an impact. (the other implication is less obvious, though it’s there. if you go, i’ll know where you are. i’ll know what you do with him. to him.) ]