#Stereo Bullets

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

AC/DC - Gimme a Bullet

[earrlysnsets]

Get in the bong immediately

[abrandnewshadow]

Skate & Surf Festival Convention Hall, Asbury Park, NJ, April 14, 2001

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[wav48k]

its midtown merch msaturday everybody give it up for midtown merch msaturday

[canyonroads]

I am soooo behind on my album project but if I do 3/week from now until the end of the year I can still turn it out.......

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[elsaqueenofstress]

thinking about how quill used music as his only reminder of his mother, to the point that he would risk his own life to save it and keep part of her alive, and how we're introduced to him as the one who dances while everyone around him rolls their eyes, and how he raises baby groot to be the first of the team to dance as openly and joyfully as him, and how this groot is the first one to dance during the last scene, and how rocket – who hums tunelessly while he works until he's building stereos to play tunes while fighting until his favorite song is "come and get your love" – joins him without any self-consciousness, and how quill left rocket his zune and team leadership but the first gift he ever gave him was a name for what he was: raccoon, and how drax overcomes his stubborn adherence to never dancing because what matters more to him than being a stoic destroyer is being a father, who makes the hundreds of children that look up to him laugh with delight, and who gets to watch mantis (whose innocence reminded him of his daughter) set off into the world with her own purpose the way his own child never got to, and how nebula dances along with them, no longer holding herself to the second-best status that thanos forced on her, instead at home as a leader who can fight with her family without having to compete with them, and how she stills talks to gamora, who is able to accept that she once meant the world to the guardians, once spoke their language and joined in their hugs and was part of their fun, but that she doesn't owe it to them to join in the dance and be that same person, and returns to the adoptive family that she feels at home with, and the lyric "leave all your love and your longing behind / you can't carry it with you if you want to survive," and how in order to go forward the guardians can't all stay together, but how that doesn't mean they aren't still a team and a family because how do you truly leave the people who have dragged you, doubting and kicking and screaming, toward comfort and security and happiness? for the hottest, slowest, laziest days to end, the ones where you lost best friends and spouses and children and siblings and years of your life and memories with someone, the ones where you run from your past and pretend you were never in pain, never loved anyone, you have to let that hope catch up with you (“happiness hit her / like a bullet in the back”). anyway i think this was a pretty good series like this post if you also had a laugh or two over cosmo the space dog's telekinetic hijinks!!

[bloodyshadow737]

The hidden girl•part-1

Masterlist of everything

Masterlist of this

Next part→

English is not my first idioms so if you see something wrong you can tell me.

If you enjoy let me know with a heart or in the comments

Let me know if you want more of this

Matching: Billy x reader x Stu

Billy and Stu think about every little thing, they even have a plan B if everything goes wrong

Warning: mention of attempt of murder, stab in, gun, knife, drunk people, fake kidnapping, unprofessional medicine, insults

💞Enjoy💞

Sidney drop the tv in stu head and his body stop moving looking dead to her, she get now her attention to Billy, the shot in his shoulder almost take all of him making he impossible to move. Sidney was enjoying his suffering all what he do to his mother was taking control of her actions, but something get they attention from the killer.

"Help! Some one! Help me!! Please help me!!"

"Who is that"

Sydney say, strong knocks started to hear from top of them and the voice started to cry with the knocks.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE!"

"Come one!"

Randy guide by the alcohol in his blood start running up the stairs following the screams of what sounds like a girl in distress, Sidney follow him having the presence of victory make her feel like a hero now, Gale stay knowing that some one have to make sure that Billy don't run away.

But she is not problem

Randy and Sidney get to Stu room earrings the girl cry inside the closet of the boy, Randy almost launch to the door opening this and start moving the clothes away looking for the girl, But he don't find her.

"What?"

A silent get them surprise them by not finding her, but a laugh start to sound on top of them making they heads rise. On top of the inside of the closet was a pink stereo with max volume, Sidney watch this pale.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! SURPRISE!! You really think I was a lady is distress!! But now I'm the lady that win a double trophy!! YOUR LOST!! NOT MINE!!"

"No no no no NO!"

Sidney ignore Randy and start running back to the first floor, she knows what the girl of the stereo mean, when she get down gale is on the floor knock out in it but the most alarming think is

Billy and Stu are gone

Sidney cannot believe it, they gone, in front of her nose they are gone they play with her and she fall in they trap. Randy get down holding the stereo talking to Sidney.

"Sidney! Listen!"

He press the play button and the audio start from zero, a conversation begins.

"Ho Billy, why I have to leave it behind? Is my favorite stereo"

"I get you a new one cupcake is not a problem"

"But this is the one that you gave me! Is special for me"

"I'm sorry honey, but we need to cover all the holes, you get it?"

"Yeah~"

"Good girl, now get in the closet and start screaming okey?"

"Okey Billy"

Some silent get in the tape, but in a second the screams started again, Randy stop the audio and both watch each other with a astonished face. Not to long the police arrive and gale wake up dazed she didn't see what attack her.

But one thing is sure

They are still alive

And someone is helping them

Billy twist up in his sleep by the pain is in him, he does know from were this came from because he is not fully wake up, but he knows his to painfull for him. A hand hold his forehead trying to hold him in place.

"Billy please don't move to much, I almost got the bullet"

Bullet? What bullet? He don't remember a bullet, he open his eyes moving this around finding himself I'm the back of a car. Getting is vision clear he watch his chest finding you in it reaching to his right shoulder with a knife the embedded bullet, he whimper in pain closing his eyes trying to let you work.

He move his eyes around the car trying to get is attention in something else, he watch beside him, his head is behind the pilot seat so in his feets is the copilot seat. The copilot seat whas down almost touching him, he see Stu body in it, is face is covering by a wet cloth and his chest is almost visible moving but Is moving.

"S-stu"

"He fine, that bitch drop the tv in his face, almost kill him"

With a pop you get the bullet out in your fingers, you watch this with the desire to lick this and get it inside your mouth, but this hurt one of your lover so you drop this in the floor. Now getting the alcohol to his shot making billy whimper again, you get a cloth to the wound holding this in place with strength and with you other hand to hold Billy face, he move his hand to yours holding this.

"Tanks baby"

You laugh, he just realized that you save his life.

"Is nothing Billy, I always was the plan B"

Next part→

[soupy-sez]

“I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention. I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention. The devil take your stereo and your record collection. The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension.

Stand and deliver your money or your life. Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife.”

↚ Adam & the Ants – Stand and Deliver ↛ x

[villain-life]

unchained ⛓️

The villain was sitting at an overly decorated table placed in their balcony. In their porcelain plate a tasty and well cooked dinner was served. It was a sophisticated plate, not something everyone could afford. A glass of the best wine was served with the dinner.

The villain looked completely relaxed and in such a great mood. Some music was playing from the expensive stereo that was placed on a shelf. They were not dressed elegantly, but they still had their charm. Their clothes looked griffed, just like every single thing that was in that house. They started eating their food, cutting the meat with their knife. As they took the first bite, they looked at the beautiful view that was in front of them.

Their house was near the sea, so in that moment they could easily observe the numerous waves and the sunset. The villain took their glass of wine and started sipping it. Then, they suddenly heard a rumor coming from inside. They turned around to see a tall, muscular and attractive individual with a serious air. The stranger was wearing a uniform and had some weapons. They had a gun in their hands, the trigger almost pulled, looking at the villain seriously.

“Hands up, otherwise this bullet will go straight into your chest!”

“Woah woah, calm down!” The villain said, chuckling a bit as they saw the gun, now near their head. They then took another sip of their wine, their face still looking pretty relaxed and now a bit amused too. “Who do i have here with me?”

“I’m an FBI agent. You’re under arrest for the crimes you committed in the past months” they said, their tone sounding serious and professional. The villain looked at him normally, like the agent wasn’t telling them anything new. The criminal didn’t look afraid of the accusations at all.

“Arrested? Oh really agent? I don’t think this is the right time to talk about this, can’t you see? I’m eating dinner now!” They said, chuckling to themselves and eating a piece of their highly seasoned salad. The agent didn’t move a muscle, they just observed the villain confused, their gun still pointed at them.

“Really? You expect me to just wait for you to finish your little dinner and then to finally take you with me?” The agent laughed amused by that, and took some handcuffs that were tied to their belt.

“No…i expect you to sit and have dinner with me, of course” the villain said, before clapping their hands and looking at the balcony’s door.

Two maids entered the room and started preparing the table for the agent too, using plates and utensils just as refined as the villain’s. Another maid came with a plate full of food, and smiled at the criminal, before going back inside.

“Really?” The agent said, rolling their eyes, looking annoyed and confused. “You see me as your friend or what? I’m here to arrest you, not to have a chitchat with you.”

“Just sit down.” The villain said, looking at them with a smirk. “I insist”

The agent sighed, and was pulled on the chair by the maids, rolling his eyes. The gun still in their left hand, the other hand was on the table.

“Eat” the villain said, smiling, and taking another bite from their food.

“And end up poisoned by you? No thanks” the agent answered, crossing their arms. The criminal rolled their eyes and gave the other their plate.

“Eat mine then. I’ll eat yours” they said, standing up and taking the agent’s plate. They slowly cut the meat and took a small bite. Nothing happened. The agent didn’t eat and just observed them, trying to study their behavior.

“You’re new, sexy?” The villain asked, smiling at the other, sipping their dainty red wine.

“Yeah, why do you care?” They asked, looking serious. The food smelled amazingly but they didn’t dare to touch it. They just looked at it and imagined how it might have tasted like.

“Mh i haven’t seen a single cop or agent who looked like you.” The criminal said, smiling. Then they yawned a bit, before looking at the waves of the sea.

“Isn’t this view magical? I always tend to eat here since I moved to this house.”

“Is the house even yours?” Asked the agent, perplexed. The house looked very expensive and the villian probably haven’t had the money to afford it. The criminal chuckled hearing the other’s question. “Obviously not! my last victim was a rich billionaire.” They answered, sounding amused.

The agent looked at them badly, judging their unbothered behavior and his sarcasm. They took their FBI agenda, where all the crimes about each individual were written, and saw that no billionaire was killed by the villain…or so they thought.

“Wait a damn minute…” they said, looking confused and in some way concerned even. “A billionaire? But…”

“Yeah I know, many of my crimes are still unknown. Fact is, everyone thinks this billionaire is alive.” they said, shrugging.

“Why are you even telling me all this?”asked the agent, at this point, they were so confused.

“Want to know about my last victim, agent?” The villain asked, still with that ironic behavior.

“That’s an attractive agent who was too dumb to realize that I’m actually a criminal and that every single move I make is strategy.” They said, smirking, before trapping the agent in their chair. Their legs were now chained to the chair, their arms blocked. The agent immediately tried to pull the trigger, since their gun was still in their left hand, but it was too late. The villain was one centimeter far from them, a long sharp dagger in their hands.

“What if every move I make is strategy too?” Asked the agent, not looking intimidated but sounding clearly irritated. The agent shoot the glass of wine, making a loud sound. The villain looked at them confused.

“Really, you think that will stop me?” They asked, laughing a bit, and going very close to them. Their sharp was close to their clavicle, the villain had in mind to cut his throat.

“Nah I don’t think that. But this will” the agent said, kissing the criminal for a few seconds. A weird and confused look was in their face after that, but they had no time to think. Their neck was a bit starched by the sharp, but not enough to hurt. Some moments after the kiss, while they kept looking at each other, agents immediately came from the balcony and arrested the villain.

[blixabargelds]

Dear Frankiee,

Helloo you're the only one whose made me care about rosie like he's a sweet little guy but its very much giving acquaintance... could you `? would you share more tid bits about superstar rosie??

hehehohhaha i wanna tell you so much but i don’t wanna spoil too much on here yk bc his own kind of crazy really builds throughout the story… i’ll bullet list u some things tho 😈

• he loves hickies. giving and receiving. my guy you are 26 years old grow up slut!

• when they were dating sometimes john would call him rose

• for different reasons gale sometimes calls him robbie

• he had an uppers issue in college. not too serious but enough that he’s the one who knows exactly what to do when gale has a um emergency when railing coke

• he has roughly 7390 unanswered texts from angry girls asking him to call them back

• he saves john’s life twice

• he saves gale’s life twice (maybe three times, in the bigger picture)

• he’s a dom top

• he’s so so tired

• he drives an old red bmw and that beat up beauty is a sanctuary for deep chats, a speeding ambulance, a bed…

and have a snippet in his magic car bc why not:

He doesn’t know where they’re going. He never asks where Rosie is taking him. Gale shuts his eyes against the motion of the drive, pressing a trembling hand against his face. He feels sick, and sleepy. Like he can’t be bothered with this. Rosie sticks a tape on- Gag, Gale thinks- and Gale pinches the bridge of his nose. Breathes deep. After one song he reaches an arm out, blindly slapping at the stereo. He misses each time, determined to keep his hand shielding his eyes.

“Rosie, turn it off,” he croaks. “Please. I’ve got a headache.”

The music stops. He exhales shakily.

“You gonna puke?”

Gale didn’t think so, but at the mention of it he reconsiders. Takes another wavering breath. “No.”

“Jesus Christ, Buck.”

“I said no,” Gale grinds out.

“Yeah,” Rosie sighs.

[bullet-prooflove]

Ophelia!Series - Part Four:  PSYOPS - Charlie 1 x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

Ophelia!Series:

Part One: Casino Royale - Charlie runs into his ex for the first time since she disappeared at an underground casino game.

Part Two: Taken - Charlie recieves news that you've been taken.

Part Three: Ohana - Charlie goe to Joe to get help.

When Charlie gets boots on the ground in Mexico, he’s confident you’re still alive. Flores Rodrigo arrived back in the country an hour before Charlie touched down, he’d barely have time to fuck his favourite whore before he got around to torturing you. Charlie hopes to get to you first.

His contacts tell him that they have an American woman stowed away in a storage container near the compound, it doesn’t take a genius to work out that it’s you.

He’s heard about what goes on in those storage containers, the PSYOPS shit. Music or sounds blasted at full volume until it felt like your ears were bleeding, the same song on repeat over and over and over again until it felt like you were losing your mind.

With physical pain you could anticipate it, you know that at some point it’ll dull, end even. With this it’s relentless, a method of breaking down the mental barriers until you’re clinging to your sanity.

It was used in Iraq as an interrogation tactic, it takes four days to break a prisoner.

The sound that Rodrigo has chosen for you…

It’s the sound of a baby crying, there’s a special kind of cruelty in that because you lost a baby the year before you disappeared on Charlie. You lost his baby. He guesses Flores must have purchased your medical records, took note of it.

It nauseates Charlie.

It drives him crazy after only two minutes, hearing that noise, for you it’s been hours. It doesn’t take him long to dispatch the men guarding you, Rodrigo is overconfident due to his deal with the US government, he thinks that no one’s coming for you. He puts a bullet in the stereo because that fucking noise…

He can’t stand it.

When he opens the door to the storage unit it’s worse than he imagined. His heart stops beating in his chest because for a second, he thinks you’re dead, your body hangs limp from a pair of zip ties threaded through a metal strut in the ceiling. The heat is overwhelming, it scorches his skin as he stands in the doorway his heart pounding. The left side of your face is covered in dirt and blood, your skin sallow and your lips cracked. His gaze strays to your chest, you’re breathing but barely. He can hear the faint rasp over the rush of blood in his own ears.

He tries to be gentle when he cuts you down, his arm looped around your waist as your knees buckle and you collapse against him. You’re weak, dehydrated, barely clinging to consciousness as he drags you outside of the sweltering hotbox. He’s careful as he lowers you to the ground, propping you up against the outside of the container before he removes the canteen of water from his rucksack and presses it to your lips.

“Come on beautiful.” He whispers as he tilts your head back. “Take a sip for me.”

It takes a second for you to comprehend but then you follow his instruction, gulping from the canteen greedily.

“Easy.” He advises “Just a little at a time.”

You push his arm away indicating you’ve had enough to drink before your eyes flicker open and meet his.

It’s the most beautiful fucking sight Charlie has ever seen.

“I’ve got you.” He assures you, his thumb chasing away the tear that leaks down your cheek. “You’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Love Charlie 1? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[mrs-dr-reid]

New Beginnings

(A Matthew Gray Gubler Fic)

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader gets set up on a blind date after being newly single for 8 months, and it goes better than she anticipated.

Genre: V fluffy

Warnings: None, I believe

A/N: Ayyyyy, my first MGG Fic! This fic is HEAVILY inspired by the song “Begin Again” by Taylor Swift because duh. Who am I if I'm not writing something inspired by Taylor? Hope you enjoy! (also, thanks to my discord friend Ozzie for reminding me of/sending me Gube's "what I look for in a woman" open letter thing)

Word Count: 1615

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Y/N was surrounded by a heap of discarded clothes on her bedroom floor as she tried to decide what to wear on the blind date her friend Y/F/N set her up on. She’d been single for eight months in the aftermath of a rough breakup, but she was finally ready to start trying to get herself back out there. However, she had to admit that meeting up with a complete stranger she’d only ever heard about through stories from Y/F/N wasn’t precisely how she’d planned on doing so. Y/N had been rifling through her closet for the past hour, and she just couldn’t decide what to wear. Eventually, she settled on a black skater skirt, a white short-sleeve blouse, her favorite brown crossbody purse, and a pair of simple dark red pumps.

Y/N had stood in front of her shoe organizer for a solid minute trying to hype herself up to go for the heels because she couldn’t help but remember that her ex never wanted her to wear them because whenever she did, she was taller than him (by barely an inch, but still) and he didn’t like that. She decided to bite the bullet and just put them on, because she liked wearing high heels, and it didn’t matter what her ex thought anymore. Y/N gave a satisfied sigh when she looked at herself in the mirror, then grabbed her keys and got ready to go. She locked up her apartment, then got into her car and turned on her music. “How To Save A Life” by The Fray began to play, and she almost skipped it out of instinct, because her ex always said he didn’t understand it every time it came on.

Y/N said to herself, “Don’t you waste another thought on that jerk, Y/N. This is a fresh start. You’ve got this,” then turned up the volume on her stereo and sang along to every song her ex hated with pride. She pulled into a parking space close enough to the café she was meeting her date that it wouldn’t feel like a workout, but far enough that she could hype herself up and work up her confidence. Y/N honestly wasn't in the mood to be going on a blind date, but it’s literally impossible for her to say no to Y/F/N. All she knew about the guy was that his name was Matthew, he was an actor, and he had met Y/F/N when she was catering a movie he was working on because Y/F/N had refused to tell her anything else for fear of Y/N chickening out (which was reasonable).

Y/N watched a handful of couples and groups of friends walking around as she approached the café, and she smiled to herself before taking a deep breath, pushing the door open, and going inside. She was half expecting her date to be late because that seemed like her luck, but to her surprise, he was standing there waiting for her. As Y/N walked over to him, she couldn’t help but notice that he was way more handsome in person. Y/F/N had shown her pictures of him at parties with her and their other friends, but they didn’t do him justice. He had messy short brown hair that suited his face shape really well, he was slightly stubbly but it looked good on him, and he was wearing a purple checkered button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, blue jeans, and black Converse All-Stars with mismatched socks, which immediately made him 5 times more endearing.

Matthew noticed Y/N approaching him, and he shot her a heart-stopping smile before saying, “Hi, you must be Y/N. I’m Matthew,” and holding out a hand to shake, so Y/N took it and said, “Yep, that’s me. Y/F/N’s told me a lot about you. All good things, I promise,” with a smile on her face. Matthew let out a playful sigh of relief and said, “Thank god. She has so much dirt on me that she could spill,” with a wink, which made Y/N let out an uncharacteristic giggle while she thought: “Y/F/N was right. This guy might be different”.

Matthew gestured to the seating area and said, “Shall we?”, so Y/N said, “We shall,” and followed him to a table by the window. He pulled out Y/N’s chair for her and helped her sit down, which momentarily threw her for a loop because her ex never did that once in the entire two years they were together. Y/N thanked him, and he smiled before saying, “Hey, a guy’s gotta treat a lady with respect,” and sitting down across from her. The two of them started making lighthearted banter, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice how amazing his laugh was. Whenever she told a joke, he would squeeze his eyes shut so tightly that wrinkles would form, and he’d throw his head back with laughter like he was a little boy. She was a little confused at first because her ex never thought she was funny, and Matthew clearly did, which made her feel good for the first time in a while.

They ordered coffee and a light lunch, then they continued talking. Matthew said, “I’ve honestly never met a single girl who had as many poetry books as me,” so Y/N replied, “What can I say? Edgar Allan Poe is my homeboy,” which made him laugh again before he said, “Okay, but I would totally buy a t-shirt that says that,” earning a smile from Y/N. She said, “I know a guy who has a silkscreen print shop, so I’ll have to get you in touch with him,” and took a sip of her coffee, which made Matthew grin and say, “I’ll be sure to hold you to that,” before shooting her a wink and going back to his food.

Y/N couldn’t help but blush into her mug, and she really hoped her shyness wasn’t too obvious because she’d barely spent an hour with Matthew and she could already see herself going out with him again. She couldn’t help but compare him to her ex in her brain, but only because he was so different from him. He was a gentleman, he laughed at her jokes, and the first thing he did when they sat down was compliment her outfit (which her ex only did to keep up appearances if they were out with a big group of mutual friends).

The date went on without any hitches, which Y/N was grateful for. Matthew even picked up the tab despite her protestations, and he said, “You’ll just have to get the next one, then,” which made her go pink in the cheeks at the implication that he was also already thinking about a second date. He offered to walk her to her car, and she eagerly accepted, not wanting the date to end just yet. Matthew held the door open for her, and then they walked down the block to where her car was parked, easy conversation flowing between them like they’d known each other for years instead of only two and a half hours.

Despite all of the positive feelings she was having about Matthew, she still felt the annoying urge to bring up her ex, but then he started rambling about how Muppet Christmas Carol was one of the best Christmas films of all time, which instantly snapped her back to reality as she countered with Die Hard (mostly because she wanted to see what his reaction was). A playful debate about what movies MUST be watched every Christmas season was sparked, and for the first time in a long time, Y/N knew that what was past was past.

They ended up at her car much sooner than Y/N would have hoped, and she was almost disappointed, but then Matthew said, “I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but I had a really great time today, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”, while scratching the back of his neck and holding out his phone with a hopeful smile on his face, and relief flooded Y/N’s body. She nodded enthusiastically and said, “Yeah, of course!”, before taking his phone and texting herself a simple “hey it’s matthew” so she’d know. She saved his number in her phone, then grabbed her keys out of her purse to unlock her car before turning to Matthew and saying, “Text me later?”, which made a grin spread across his face. 

He said, “Yeah. Absolutely,” and Y/N swore he went a little pink in the cheeks when she impulsively pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before saying, “Hope I see you again soon, Matthew,” and getting into her car. He stood there dumbstruck for a few seconds, then motioned for her to roll her window down so he could say, “I hope I see you, too, Y/N,” and do a dorky little bow.

Y/N giggled as she rolled her window back up and drove away, and as she watched him get smaller and smaller in her rear-view mirror, she realized that after spending eight months thinking all love did was crash, burn, and end, she just watched it begin again in a random café in downtown LA on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. And also that she owed Y/F/N her first-born child for setting her up with the kookiest yet most endearing guy she’d ever met.

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The Doll of Night City

"Did you hear?" the man spoke up. "Someone's been goin' round taking out people left an' right!"

The noise of the bar stereo did well to drown out the hushed whispers of patrons as they spoke about their day-to-day, handling business, or just nursing a drink before a big op. The man sitting at the front shook with nervousness Ill-fitting a Valentino.

Beside him, his compatriot looked surprised, putting his glass down in front of him. "No, what do you mean taking out? they got a target?"

"That's the thing! No one knows. It's almost random, but the person's zeroin' gangs, corpos, street thugs! heard they even went and clipped off a whole maelstrom hideout!"

"What? Who was helping them?" the man drank the rest of his drink before slamming it on the table. his pupils dilated as his voice trembled.

"No one, went in alone. Some guy noticed someone go in the back, heard gunshots, and yelling, then silence. Didn't even see anyone leave. from what I hear, when the cops showed, the scene was a bloodbath, people cut apart like scop, with bullets through all their heads."

the man's friend had trembled with his next words, eyes tracking across the room. "y-your kiddin, how? That can't be true. no way they did that without at least a long checkup after."

"And yet, that same damn night, Militech convoy is transferring some new, top-of-the-line merch. moving from the plaza to Kabuki, seems simple. Then, out of nowhere, while moving through a less busy street, there's a quiet bang and the driver's seat is now painted red.

truck stops as the guards come out to see the problem. and the place is completely silent. Another bang, and the guard to the right drops dead. there's this quiet ticking somewhere as the militech peeps are getting antsy, looking left and right, it goes completely quiet again as the soldiers are scanning around for danger, a closer ticking and bang, another one flatlines. 6 more soldiers are there and they start talking loud, looking for their target, fingers on the trigger of their guns.

the area is silent again until they hear that ticking getting closer. before it was as quiet as the wind, now it's just above a whisper, but they're too busy talking to tell where it's coming from. A third bang and guard number three's down. this time these guards know exactly where it came from and so point all their guns in the direction of the ticking. all their eyes are on the area where the shot came from and there's still that damn ticking. suddenly, one of them just starts firing. wether they saw something is hard to tell since it's pitch dark out here, but he just starts shooting his gun out across the whole area, hitting walls, a fence, a signpost, but not a single sound of someone getting hurt.

Bang. Completely opposite of where they were looking, and the man shooting his gun drops dead. now there's only two and they're panicking. they move back to the convoy for cover and start wildly looking around, ones already pulled the old driver out and are prepping to get in when suddenly, the ticking stops as a doll steps out from the shadows."

The man's partner slams his glass down, "A doll!? what, one of those JoyToys? okay, now you're fuckin' with me."

"N-not one of those dolls!" the man yells, loud enough to make his friend pause any laughter he was about to have. the bartender gives him a wary look before continuing her work.

"Sure, we all know that kind of doll, but I ain't talkin about them. I mean literally. Body covered in porcelain, limbs moving on ball joints, the thing was borged-up, nothin but chrome. it's got nothing on hand, looks completely unarmed and is wearing some rags you'd get in an XBD.

And while those two guards are tensed up, prepping for the worst, this thing is just slowly walkin forward. The thing was moving like it was on strings, face showing no emotion as it trudged forward, slowly and methodically. finally the guard not getting in the truck has enough and tries to take it out. Except the bullet never hits as the doll is suddenly to his right, still moving forward. guy keeps trying to shoot, to make it flinch, get it to stop getting closer, but every shot misses as it moves to the side. and then it's in front of him. ripping the gun out of his hands and knocking him to the floor. It aims the gun into the truck and shoots the other guard dead, before... it's arms open into mantis blades and...a-and,"

The man stops talking as his whole body trembles and shudders, his friend just takes it all in while trying to comfort his friend. it takes a few minutes for the man to get his breathing under control, and stop the tremors that shake through his body.

Once he's got himself stable, gets another drink and drinks it all down, his friend finally questions. "What happened to the convoy?"

"I don't know," the man answers, "when people found the scene, convoy was still there, all in one piece except for the two blasted windows. only thing missing was some cyberware for camouflage."

"how do you know about this?"

The man trembles. "I got help from a netrunner, wanted to see if we could try hit a convoy ourselves so asked them to track it. thing is that it noticed the camera moving and broke it. that netrunner, after sending me the video, said something had gone wrong. I've tried contacting them but haven't heard a word from them since. I think that thing knew we were watching, and now it's coming for me."

"That's crazy though," the friend said. "there's no way that you could have been tracked. I mean, aside from the video, only other person who knows would be the netrunner and there's no way they'd say anything, right?"

"m-maybe," the man considered.

"so cheer up choom! No way you flatlining aside from having too much to drink, c'mon, lets get you home to rest."

the two got up and left the bar, the bartender making a note of putting it on their tab.

No one noticed how the door stayed open for longer than it should have. No one noticed the quiet sound of ticking that got quieter as it moved. No one noticed the way the air fizzled just slightly as the door closed behind it.

[sweet-triple-t]

intro post ☝️

ermrner call me sonny

born and raised in new jersey

pop punk rocks my socks!

dms open

open 2 reqs

please send me asks i love answering them (especially the ones calling me a poser)

minor

alpha sigma 🐺

i hate american rock band my chemical romance

school gives me severe art block

under the cut is just a bunch of interests besides the obvious singular one

bands: fall out boy, afi, misfits, the academy is, bad brains, black flag, new found glory, green day, alesana, a static lullaby, cap'n jazz, pencey prep, taking back sunday, leathermouth, alkaline trio, aiden, descendents, no really, blink-182, senses fail, saosin, pierce the veil, thursday, panic! at the disco, a verbal equinox, sarah and the safe word, death in december, tacocat, bikini kill, the julie ruin, xray spex, pretty faces, the distillers, belle and sebastian, and bratmobile

my favorite albums are i brought you my bullets you brought me your love, three cheers for sweet revenge, the black parade, hesitant alien, take this to your grave, a fever you cant sweat out, a flair for the dramatic, analphabetapolothology, heartbreak in stereo, almost here, sing the sorrow, the emptiness, and the ringmaster is pleased to introduce, a beautiful tragedy, saosin self titled, and lost time

movies n stuff: reanimator, rhps, ten inch hero, frankenhooker, cabaret, juno, the outsiders, saw, scream, the lost boys, the perks of being a wallflower, speak, scott pilgrim, 10 things i hate about you, suspiria, the phantom of the opera, labyrinth, moulin rouge, may, smithereens, house of wax, dude where’s my car, videodrome, mysterious skin, john tucker must die, hard candy, the tracey fragments, hairspray, whip it, sixteen candles, blue velvet, the sisterhood of the traveling pants, i saw the tv glow, hamilton, and tons of jake gyllenhaal and paul dano movies (prisoners and okja🤤🤤peak)

some youtubers i watch are flamingo, kubz scouts, coryxkenshin, sinjin drowning, dnp, good mythical morning, and markiplier (like twice a year now but i’ve loved watching him all my life)

my fav shows are shameless, the umbrella academy, that ‘70s show, the big bang theory, and young sheldon (sheldon cooper they’ll never make me hate u)

i also have a guitar and play it like every fortnight but i think i’d be better on drums

ok dats it

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

I put a point into Pain Threshold.

Newly replaced glass, shining in the morning light.

You hear traffic outside. Back in the world again...

Look! The door is open! You can walk right into Kim's room.

You see gleaming white enamel. No bottles inside...

This Stereo 8 player has been reunited with its right speaker.

The alarm is set for 6:50 AM.

Medicinal supplies on the cupboard: Merchurochrome, a scalpel, antibiotics...

HALF-FINISHED PAPERWORK - These papers bear the stamp of the RCM. They appear to be fragments of the lieutenant's paperwork, half-finished. You make out notes on this -- and other recent cases.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I had Garte open the door to your room." He closes the notes. "You were running a low bacterial fever the first night."

"Thank you for keeping this… thing alive a little longer." (Point to yourself.)

"I'm such a burden. I should just fuck off..."

"I saw… apocalyptic visions. Of the darkness… behind darkness… *behind* darkness…"

"I thought I was dead for a moment."

+1 Apocalypse Cop

KIM KITSURAGI - "... behind darkness, I get it. Let's go."

🎵 Whirling in Rags, 8 AM

Ouch, that leg hurts... maybe if you don't *run* it'll be okay?

Looks like she's left something on the table...

KLAASJE'S NOTE - Next to stacks of bills, you see a note -- a few lines jotted down in large, uneven handwriting just as the writer was about to rush out the door.

"See you at The Return.

PS. I didn't kill him.

PPS. Gift upstairs."

KIM KITSURAGI - "A gift..." The lieutenant turns to the staircase suspiciously, looking for any signs of another presence in the shadows above.

"What could this *gift* be?"

"Seems she left in a hurry."

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "I am not drawing my gun... yet. But I don't like 'gifts'."

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - He says he's not, but his hand moves instinctively toward his holster as he studies the note.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Just don't walk into another radio trap, okay...

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - Relax. Not everyone is out to trap you.

2. "Seems she left in a hurry."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's hardly surprising."

3. [Leave.]

MEDICINE CABINET - The medicine cabinet is empty. Not even a toothbrush.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Pity.

"I was kinda hoping the *gift* would be in here."

"She's really cleaned this out."

[Close the cabinet.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "I always took you for more of a drunk than a chemical abuser, lieutenant-yefreitor," he says as though its self-evident. "Should we go?"

2. "She's really cleaned this out."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhm," the lieutenant nods. "She certainly had her priorities straight when she was packing."

3. [Close the cabinet.]

🎵 We Are Not Checkmated

A red thread. Made of nylon. It leads out of the room and onto the roof...

VISUAL CALCULUS - You see the same two neon lit shapes -- a man and a woman. Only now a red thread bisects the room, pointing from the antenna outside, to the cupboard on the wall.

KIM KITSURAGI - "This is ballistics. She's left a trajectory for us..." The lieutenant tests the thread with his finger. Drawn taut, it rebounds instantly.

VISUAL CALCULUS - A ray of backward motion explodes from his mouth to the roof outside -- A prime -- to then widen into a radius of locations in Martinaise: B prime, B double prime, and B triple prime.

Where does the thread lead?

VISUAL CALCULUS - It suggests the bullet came from the extreme upper quadrant of possible angles -- from a point beyond the roof: B'''.

The island in the bay.

Task complete: Inspect the window in Klaasje's bedroom

+10 XP

Level up!

"Is she trying to tell us the shot came from the islet?"

"How did she know how to do this?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Unless she thinks the perpetrator was standing *on* the ring antenna, that is where the thread seems to point." He nods.

2. "There are *ruins* on that islet. A sunken seafort. I saw it through the coin operated viewer."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I remember." He looks out the window and onto the bay.

3. "How did she know how to do this?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "She was there that night -- she would have known precisely where the bullet hole was in the glass..."

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - She had a long time to think about it after. Standing on that roof -- staring at the glass...

KIM KITSURAGI - "It also looks like there may be more to her skill set than we know. The question is -- should we trust her?"

"Of course we don't *trust* her."

"This is her way of saying she's sorry."

"I just don't know."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Indeed. Neither do I."

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - He's used to knowing who to trust. This makes him uncomfortable.

At this point... what else do we have left to try?

4. "This is also the only point of origin we haven't ruled out yet." (Proceed.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "So it is."

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - For a second he seems... tired.

"You seem unenthusiastic."

"Maybe we need to go to the island?"

"Yeah, that's not gonna work. There must be something else we've missed."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I just haven't gotten a lot of sleep these past few days."

EMPATHY - He doesn't *really* believe this will yield anything.

2. "Maybe we need to go to the island?"

KIM KITSURAGI - The wind blows in from the open window. The lieutenant sighs, looking into the cold distance across the water...

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - He is trying to justify it to himself.

LOGIC [Challenging: Success] - The lead is flimsy. You might as well go around Martinaise looking under every rock and talking to every person -- but *what else is there*?

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - There, across the grey water -- amidst crumbling concrete, a birch tree... and the half-sunken ruins of a flak tower.

"I don't have anything to say. This is just something we have to do, Kim."

"What else is there?"

"I remember an anti-aircraft gun. Or the ruins of one… on the island. From the coin operated viewer."

"Kim, let's go to the fucking island." (Go!)

"I'm going to the island -- are you in?" (Go.)

"Actually, yeah. Let's not go to the island." (No go.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "I understand."

ENDURANCE [Medium: Success] - He will. He has it in him.

2. "What else is there?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Not a lot, no."

3. "I remember an anti-aircraft gun. Or the ruins of one... on the island. From the coin operated viewer."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Could be the makings of a sniper's nest..." He nods.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - Why not? Military fortifications are made for that kind of thing.

4. "Kim, let's go to the fucking island." (Go!)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Okay, let's go to the fucking island." He takes a second to gather himself, then says...

New task: Go to the island.

"How do we get there? Joyce Messier had her sloop, but she's gone."

"Lilienne, the Net Picker. She's tarring her boat…"

"I have no idea. Don't we have... a boat?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Ah... Yes, of course. The village. Let's go."

7. Blink. [Leave.]

The thread is tied to the antenna.

🎵 Whirling in Rags, 8 AM

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Oh, you're up." He looks you over. "It's good to see you back on your feet. Did you like your room? I cleaned it for you."

"I did, thank you. Big improvement."

"It could have used more work. After all, I just took a bullet for this place."

"You did? I was too distracted to notice..."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "You're welcome. I thought it would be nice for you to wake up in a clean place after you -- let's be fair -- defended this establishment and its clientèle from gunfire."

"I give credit where credit is due and that was a crazy move -- crazy *effective*. Petroleum bomb, never seen anything like that... I was there until it struck him, crawled inside then. Bullets started flying. Anyway..." He clears his throat.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He really wants you to realize that he was also on the balcony looking by. In the *danger* zone, so to say.

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "I wish you a quick recovery. Also!" He raises his finger. "You and your partner are staying here free now. This establishment supports cops. The stay is free -- the drinks are not," he adds. "Just felt I needed to specify that."

"Where did everyone go?"

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Oh, you know..." he looks around at the empty place. "People don't tend to stick around after shoot-outs. Turns out they're not good for business."

"What happened to the man with the sunglasses?"

"Okay, so I have to mention -- when it happened, *you* were right out there. On the balcony."

"All right. Thanks." (Conclude.)

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "I don't remember *everyone* who comes here." He shakes his head. "And -- many people wear sunglasses inside lately. Must be a fad."

2. "Okay, so I have to mention -- when it happened, *you* were right out there. On the balcony."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Yeah, I was, yeah." He nods. Trying to remain aloof. "That's because I'm a *bad ass*."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - It really took courage. Don't pick at him.

"Yeah, I guess you are a bad ass."

"If you say it as two different words like that, it sounds like there's something wrong with your ass."

Just nod -- *stoically*.

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - He nods back at you -- even more stoically.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - Just two bad ass men nodding, stoically.

KIM KITSURAGI - Make that three. The lieutenant is nodding too, hands crossed.

3. "All right. Thanks." (Conclude.)

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "No problem." He looks around at the empty establishment. "They'll come back. They always do."

4. "Good bye." [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - Seeing you approach the bruised man raises his beer in welcome.

"Crazy motherfucker..." He lets out a whistle. "Didn't think you had that fury in you, but I guess I've misjudged a lot of people lately..."

"There I was, thinking -- where are we gonna find a tin opener large enough for those cans? Then coppo loco shows up and just sets a man on fire."

"Impressive shit, copper. None of us would be breathing right now if it wasn't for..." He pauses, then extends his hand. "I guess what I'm trying to say here is, thank you."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - This is big. It's as big of a thank-you as Titus Hardie can muster under *any* circumstances.