#imma lurk and then sleep

[forgaeven1]

when i've figured out how to sort out my mains and affiliates page and dynamic tags, it's all over for u guys

[stcries]

i literally only managed to get one ask done, and i can already feel my brain short circuiting on me here. pretty sure i'll take a nap sooner rather than later, maybe try and get my energy levels up a bit more before i return.

[dutybcrne]

[leatherforhell]

concert was good 💕 definitely had some frustrations today that will continue into tomorrow but it’s okay. we’re doing our best. in the meantime, I hope you all had a wonderful day. ily.

[shackld]

did a little draft cleanup! there's still quite a bit in there but I did delete asks I could not find words for sooo yeah!

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

You still alive?

. . . *No response.*

[m4yasnotthatcool]

one, two, three

part 1. (a/n) imma make this a series just hold on

"one dean grabs the silver knife, two sam shouts for y/n, three y/n torches the sonofabitch"

y/n is 15, sam is 12 and dean is 16 btw (its dean x reader guys, obviously)

they're not together yet, so I used this first chapter teaser thingy to kinda set the relationships the characters have with eachother, the boundaries(or lack there of) they have and stuff

-they're left alone at a motel (dean, y/n and 12 year old sammy) while John and y/ns dad are on a hunt;

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Sitting in silence at the table of the shitty motel room was one thing, but having dean winchester sitting at the other end of it was another. he was polishing off a gun, one left by his father in case they needed to protect themselves against any otherworldly creature that might be lurking the night. she tried keeping her attention elsewhere so as to not full on just stare at the boy in front of her, so she settled on mindlessly watching sammy do whatever it was that he was doing.

sam, deans younger brother was sat on one of the beds with his whole body turned towards the tube TV the room provided while eating a bowl of cereal. the heater in the damned place had been wrecked so all 3 of them were wearing whatever clothes they had been able to find around that'd keep them warm.

she was looking at sam trying to roll up the sleeves of his father's jacket as they slightly got in his way, making it difficult to eat, so she got up and silently took each of his hands and rolled up the sleeves in such a way that they would no longer come down.

"thank you" the younger boy said before getting back to his cereal and cartoons.

the girl smiled and nodded before grabbing a book out of one of the duffle bags that contained hers and her fathers clothes and laid out on one of the two beds.

After a while the soft background noise of dean polishing the gun had stopped and a faint sound of wood scratching against wood could be heard. when she looked at him, bringing her attention out of the novel she had been reading a few seconds ago she saw the older boy leaning back into the chair, stretching out his limbs and making the chair lean back along with him, now only being supported on its two back legs.

she couldn't ignore the way his groans echoed through the room or the way his shirt had ridden up slightly though she tried to brush it off. staring at him so profusely, she hadn't realised he started staring at her right back.

"so uhm..." he started. grabbing her attention and making her jump, slightly startled. "what are the sleeping arrangements for tonight? the usual ones or?..."

"oh I'm not sleeping with either of you two tonight." sam chimed in. "y/n kicks in her sleep and big doofus over there snores." he said, accentuating the last part by signalling over to dean.

just as dean was about to snap back at sam, she stopped him by saying something he wasn't expecting "well, I can sleep with you dean." she paused momentarily before adding in a muttered tone "of course, only if that's okay with you too.."

"it's okay!" he said a little too enthusiastically before stopping himself and regaining his composure. "it wouldn't bother me if you're sure that's okay with you too" he stated.

she just smiled before getting up and heading to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes along the way "okay, so it's settled then. I'm gonna go get ready for bed, be right back" she said before leaving the room.

- after getting out of the too-cold shower she wrapped a towel around her frame before putting on a pyjama that consisted of some flannel pants and a long sleeve shirt that she had taken from her dad.

after she got out, sam went in after her at deans request who said it'd be a good thing if the younger winchester went to bed earlier that night seeing as y/n was obviously getting ready to do so.

slipping underneath the covers adoring the twin-size bed she closed her eyes trying to let consciousness slip from her grasp to no avail.

so, instead, she listened to the commotion around. a siren could be heard outside on the street. perhaps someone died. or, could it be related to the job her and the winchesters fathers were working?

the shower stopped, the sound of the water turning off being a distinct one that could only be replicated by another rusted-over shower handle as the person getting ready to get out tried to stop the too-cold liquid from slipping out of the holes in the shitty shower head that seemed to have came out of another time entirely.

a gust of wind must have seeped through the cracks between the windows and the walls of the room as she could feel herself shivering even under the covers.

so she layed there until her eyes threatened to close, but just as they did she felt the bed dip beside her as a bigger, warmer form adjusted it's position next to her.

the light turned off before dean got under the cover, his side against her back in consequence of the small size of the bed.

she must have been shivering seeing as the older boy beside her kept himself up on his elbow as he leaned over her, checking to see if she was properly covered by the duvet. her breath hitched slightly as his hand tucked a part of the blanket around her body, signalling to him that she was indeed still awake.

he leaned back down, his head hitting the pillow with a small thud before she felt herself fall into blissful unconsciousness.

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the light that entered the small motel room stirred awake y/ns sleeping form. as she adjusted to her surroundings once again she felt deans soft breathing underneath her. she had her head on his chest as their legs tangled underneath the duvet and his hand rested on her lower back, tracing soft shapes. she could practically see the smug smirk that he would have when she opened her eyes, but she decided to enjoy his warmth a little longer.

once she was semi-satisfied with the amount of time she got to feel the boys calloused hand trace lazy circles on her back, while still pretending to be asleep, she turned around, her back now facing him. what she didn't expect was feeling his arms around her waist just seconds after she turned her back to him.

well, it's not like they had anything planned that day. they were just waiting for their dad's to get back, so she allowed herself some more much-needed sleep.

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it had been the sound of the TV that woke her up this time, and she couldn't feel deans warmth beside her anymore.

she rolled over on his side of the bed and looked over at sam who sat at the table her and dean had sat at the night before. he was bickering with the remote of the TV trying to change the channel. he smacked it with his hand a few times and tried changing the program again before sighing in resignation and getting up to press the buttons on the television.

after getting to a channel he was satisfied with, he glanced over at her to see her wide awake, flashing him a wide grin. "good morning sammy"

"hi" he said while sitting back in one of the two chairs. "it's not morning anymore, it's like..." he glanced over at the clock on the wall next to a subjectively ugly painting that had cracks and chips in the thick layers of paint. "11 30 ish.. "

she paused before replying amused "you still don't know how to read the clock?" she said containing a giggle.

"I do know how to read it! it's just that the hands on this one are especially thin, I can't see them properly"

she looked over at the clock herself and saw what he had been talking about: a small-ish clock with a thin black frame that held a white background and two thin clock hands that looked to be a light gray from the way the sun was hitting the glass that was protecting the intricate mechanism.

"fair enough..." she said before getting his attention back at him "wheres your brother?"

"he went to get something to eat. I don't know why though, we have cereal and crackers and some other stuff." he replied while watching the TV with increasing interest.

with that she allowed herself a couple more moments of comfort in the bed before slipping out from under the cover and setting her feet on the cold, ugly carpet that adorned the floor. there was a part of the room in which she presumed they had ran out of the ugly thing so the wooden floors were exposed.

she went over to her duffle bag, looking for some clean clothes but all she had were t-shirts.

"sammy, do you think dean would mind if I took one of his shirts? or a hoodie or something? it's freezing in here and all I have left are short sleeves"

"what?" he said snapping his attention from the screen in front of him "oh, yea, no, he wouldn't mind. and if he says anything you can take one of mine or something, they're about the same size anyway, he's just fatter than me that's all"

the door of the motel room opened with a thud revealing a dishevelled head of dirty blonde hair with dark roots. looking at the way his hair sat you could think he just rolled out of bed, which was probably not far from the truth.

"who's fat?" he said before turning his attention to y/n "good morning sweetheart" he flashed her a smile before getting between sam and the TV, action that erupted a displeased reaction out of the 12 year old.

"hey! I was watching that!"

"oh shut up" dean said dropping two brown grocery bags on the table his brother was sitting at.

"dean, is it okay if I take one of your shirts? I haven't done laundry in a while and I only have short sleeved shirts left."

"yes, sure." he said before lifting his and sams bag onto the bed you gad shared with him the night before. he started looking trough piles of clothes on the left side of the duffle bag, and for a moment she wondered if the boys had a system of keeping their attire separate while still in the same carry on.

her train of tought was quickly interrupted by deans quiet victorious "aha!" before grabbing a shirt and turning around to give it to her.

"here, this should keep you warm."

"thank you" she smiled while grabbing the article of clothing and going to the bathroom to change.

-when they were little they used to share clothes all the time. it was funny, really, none of the clothes had been ever actually anyone's, they were just everyone's. except for one shirt that she had deemed her special going out shirt. it was a simple, short sleeved t-shirt that had once been white but had been put in the wash with something red and had turned a light pink color. the rips and crackles in the printed on hello kitty that had been slightly discolorated because of the amount of times it had been worn and washed. for a moment she wondered what happened to it, one day it was just gone.

she got out of the bathroom wearing a pair of baggy jeans and deans shirt. the sleeves were coming down over her hands and her fingers, reason to why she had to roll them up every once in a while as to not get in her way.

she was met with a pair of forest green eyes watching her carefully as she entered the room and sat down at the table next to a very focused sam. apparently he had begun to research facts about a place he found out about on the news while watching TV that he suspected could be a potential lead for a hunt.

"sam, that's not really our business" she told him as she sat down at the table in front of him.

"but what if it is? we could go check it out.. I mean, we could like ask our dad's if we can go there maybe" he said still concentrated on writing everything he had just heard about the case on the news.

"well dads supposed to call today.. maybe we can ask him about it if he does" said dean while his focus shifted between the two people sitting at the table as he sat on the bed he had shared with y/n the night before.

"uh.. you know what? sure." she said with a now much softer expression.

she could recall always having a more sibling like relationship with sam, but with dean... there was something different, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. (but i bet you'd like to lmao)

he would make her melt with the stupidest shit, like this one for example. the "if he does" he added to the end of his sentence made her weary of the position they all found themselves in, feeling stranded from the fate their guardians might have suffered while out on the job. it seemed as a sort of awakening to her made up reality where her dad had a normal job in an office and she's just waiting for him to get back. no danger. no possibility of death.

the semi sad expression his face held while talking softened her to the point where she was sure her knees would have buckled under her weight if she had been standing up. she knew about how dean tried to protect sam from any and all harm. she knew how he tried to hide any negative thoughts that might come, and he had been successful for the most part. the younger winchester wasn't stupid, quite the opposite actually, and his brother knew that, you knew that, everybody knew that. yet dean tried to seemingly protect this presumed innocence that the kid he had mostly raised by himself was still blessed with. she had listened to dean lie to sam countless times, but never to her. no, he couldn't bring himself to lie to her when he saw the worried expression her face displayed, brows slightly furrowed, trying to read his thoughts as to maybe bring him comfort.

he was still a hard one to crack, she knew that, but the relief that washed over both of them when he let himself cry in her arms was something neither of them could deny. she was always there since they were just kids, always there to patch him up after going on a hunt with his dad, always there to lift his spirits after long nights spent watching the ceiling like it was the most interesting show, focused almost as much as sam when he read his books, if not even more focused.

but right now, that wasn't the case. dean was sitting on the twin sized bed, a grin plastered on his face as he looked at his brother and the girl he sat next to. she couldn't help but smile at his appearance, spiky, messy hair that went in all directions, a wide smile spread across his face and the jeans he had been wearing for the past week still on. as her eyes travelled down his form she noticed the untied laces on his boots, the dired mud on the tips of them very obvious on the black leather. "cute" she thinks before they all hear a phone ring.

dean hurriedly gets his out of the front pocket of his jeans but it isn't the one that's ringing, so he focuses on y/n as she gets her phone out and responds to the call.

"hi dad!" she says, her words having a slight edge to them, waiting to hear if he's okay.

dean and sam hear the person at the other end of the line say something before they see the tension in her demeanour vanish, being replaced by temporary relief.

"yea, we're okay too. hey, could you put Mr winchester on for a second? he was supposed to call dean today and if he's around now it'd be a good time for them to talk."

she listened to her dad say something before she hummed in agreement.

she covered the bottom part of her phone so the microphone wouldn't pick up what she was saying "he's getting your dad right now, you can ask him about the case sam- oh!" she said, uncovering her phone "yes, hi! no, nothing happened. yes... yes, I can put him on right now... mhm..." she held the phone out to dean "take it" is all she said.

he took the phone out of her hands and held it up to his ear "hey dad. yea, were all good. what? ... no, no that's not what... no, we just wanted to ask you about... yes.... no. dad, would you just listen to me for a second?" he said and paused for a second before continuing "okay, thank you. so me and sam wanted to tell you about a lead we found in uh... sam where was that lead again?" "michigan" "michigan. Well i- I don't know all the details, but I can put him on if you want.... yea... " he held the phone away from his face "sammy, he wants to talk to you" he handed the phone over to sam who then started explaining the details of the case he thinks he may have a lead on. an apartment building in which a young girl had disappeared without taking any of her belongings. the neighbours had heard screaming but there were no signs of breaking and entering, so the police had no leads. apparently that's not the first time it had happened, and in the past 10 years 6 girls had gone missing, all around the same age.

the other end of the phone was silent as the youngest winchester explained everything he had gathered from the limited resources he had available at the motel, and after he was done there was a moment on silence in which y/n presumed John was considering if he should pick up the case himself or leave it be.

then he said something that left sam a little taken aback, which obviously sparked both y/ns and deans interest, dean leaning forward with his arms on his knees and hands interlocked in front of him and y/n reaching over the table ever so slightly towards sam.

"he.. he said he'll talk to your dad y/n... but... we can go"

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wooooo cliff hanger

spooky scary indeed

anyway, english is not my first language so if I made any spelling mistakes feel free to point em out

I'm gonna try to put part two up as soon as possible babes

[yanderemommabean]

hii momma!! i've been on tumblr for about a year of so, and this is my first ask ever lol (how's it feel to take someone's first time👀👀 jkjk unless👀👀)

i just wanted to let you know that you're the reason i made a tumblr account, after staff decided to make people make accounts (right before twitter went to hell) i immediately made an account after i realized i couldn't lurk on your page anymore💀. as i said, i've actually never made an ask or suggestion to anyone before, and i did that on purpose because i wanted to make sure i said something to you first, so, thank you for the amazing content you have given us all over the years and i hope you know there will always be a community waiting patiently for you should you ever need support, 🩶🩶🩶we love you mamabean🩶🩶🩶

sorry for the long spew of nonsense but i just wanted to appreciate you!!!<333333 here's some puppy pics to make up for it<33 her name is Anastasia Pixie and she's a mini poodle!

ps. fun fact we have the same first and last name! i've never met another kaylee parker before!

yes that's her under the blanket with her bowl, she only eats in my bed and will only sleep if she's covered up...she's obviously not spoiled

HII!! So nice to meet you! Sadly imma steal your dog. She's much to cute. Must be spoiled even more.

Im bad with conversations but again, it's nice to meet you! You sound like a true sweetheart! Which makes sense, every Kaylee Parker is a sweetheart (cause I said so)

Im happy to know you feel welcome here and that you've been here for so long! I try to make this place as welcoming as possible, it's nice to know people feel good and wanna stay!

Please give Anastasia Pixie a hundred kisses since I cannot (and she just simply deserves them for having you as a wonderful owner)

[theha1r]

well adhd is being a bitch so imma just lurk for a bit/message/etc & see if it works w me to continue stuff soon. idk how late i'll be up, can't fuck up my sleep schedule too bad before thursday bc volunteering again but ...

[emerxshiu]

Spoilers for The Midnight Soirée on ao3

link to the series: RosenRot Au (i hope the link works, i dunno how they work here on tumblr) by Analytical_Cochineal (ao3) here is their tumblr too

I finally decided to draw fanart for my favourite fanfic and kirby au (its actually my second attempt, fucked up the first one and left it unfinished) so here it is!

there isnt an official yin-yarn gijinka on the art references fic, and i was too lazy to create one for him so uh...yeah.

based on SaturdayLemon's comment on chapter 5.

i thought it'd be funny to have him in the shinji pose, it was a pain drawing this, i dunno what was more difficult, the chair or kirby himself in that pose

i kinda tried to like, merge my style a bit with the reference(? if thats understandable, dunno sorry im shit at explaining but i'll try my best, ok so, i wanted to keep the facial features, because my artstyle tends to be kinda simplified, especially in the face so it usually doesnt have much diversity in head form and stuff (im kinda trying to work on that), i think saying that i tried to adapt it to style would be more accurate? not sure, but if i try drawing this goober again i'll try ti adapt it better, because he kinda looks...off? to me

love'd bad end nights, i tend to ocasionally check ao3 to see if theres anything new in the tags i lurk on, gasped when i saw another entry on the RosenRot AU

the only way that i had to describe it after finishing chap.1 was

"its written by a human yet it is so beyond my human comprehension i literally didnt understand anything at all yet i understood everything at the same time and i love it" i dunno its weird to put what i felt into words. i think kirby has a terrible time is so accurate, so much so i'd say its an understatement and terrible doesnt make it justice to what the silly goes trough

originally this were gonna be two drawings, this the first, and another one of fluff dissapointed, but uh, i fucked up the second one and i couldnt salvage it. so he died i guess, i was thinking about end of chap3 and beggining of chap4, basically "were going to be wed my darling fian- what do you mean by what."

also my first attempt was chap5 fluff, but i fucked up and it was followed by one of the weirdest intereactions i've ever had (it was 2am and i hadent gotten a good sleep in some days and i was watching a video talking about those "kid channels" that are definitly not for kids and weird (censored ofc) stuff appeared and i literally said "do u see this shit fluff" y'know the spider-man meme? yeah that one, and there's more but im going off the rails)

dead attempt of the chair thing

i think imma cut it here, i have so much more to rant about (i rlly love this au) but i'll save it for another post of this

Jambuhbye :3 !

[neptoons1998]

nannying a ceo

a/n: Imma be real this one is short but I wanted to post so bad today. plus with work and school worse case I'll add more chapters if I feel like it isn't completed yet.

3/4

tag gang: @pantherheart @somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi

In the coming weeks, Shuri realized how good Riri was at watching and caring for Toussaint. The short woman was able to pick up ASL pretty fast. Based on what Shuri could see the woman adored the little boy. She couldn't help but feel something about the new hire, Riri was sweet, kind, and funny. Who wouldn't fall in love with her? Shuri thought to herself.

Somedays she would watch Riri and Toussaint play from a distance. It was like the pair were in their own little world.

And Riri became confident in her relationship with the young boy and his guardian. Riri sometimes thought Shuri still didn't trust her; she always lurked around the hallways or have Toussaint's many bodyguards talk to the CEO about Riri's ability to take care of her nephew.

The small boy, even though mute expressed his wants and his needs through his hands and eyes. Riri learned quickly what the young boy liked and disliked. He loved green grapes and distasted tomatoes. He likes when they take walks to the parks and do child-friendly experiments; he dislikes when he watches his friends he would make in the park leave with their parents.

"Will it ever get easier?" Toussaint signed out to his nanny. Riri had to think about it for a moment, she could recall the grief and despair she felt when her dad and her close friend were killed in a driveby.

Riri took a deep breath before signing, "It won't. You still feel sad when you get older the easier it is to hold that weight. But until then if you ever feel sad or lost come to me or your aunt okay?"

Toussaint gave a nod as he slipped his hand into Riri as they start their way home. Some time later Shuri came back to the townhouse, she move quietly knowing that it was past Toussaint's bedtime. She didn't want to disturb what little sleep her young nephew could get. What she didn't take into account was Riri being in the kitchen. The woman was in her own world as she worked on scrubbing a dish. Shuri couldn't help but like how domestic it made her feel. Is this what her brother felt when he looked at Nakia? Shuri thought. Before Shuri could make her presence known. Riri jumped a couple of feet in the air when she saw Shuri, "Jesus! you need a bell around your neck."

Shuri couldn't help but laugh at the poor woman's freight, "Now why would I do that if I live here?"

"So you do want to send me to the grave early," Riri muttered as she went back to finishing the dishes.

“Did you draw this?” Shuri asked one night as she picked up a drawing. Riri gave a sheepish smile, cutting the water off.

“Yeah,” Riri chuckled, “What can I say, I’m more musical arts than actual art.”

"Oh good that you know you're strengths and weaknesses," Shuri commented as Riri gave a fake laugh, "Who knew a CEO was a comedian. when's your next stand-up?"

The pair not realizing how close they were with each other, were far too busy ribbing each other. Shuri was the first one to realize how close they were to each other. Her nose could smell the hint of coconut and lavender on Riri's head. Shuri had to keep her groaning to herself.

"I'm sorry what?" Shuri asked not realizing Riri asked her a question. Riri's almond-shaped eyes looked at her again, "I said do you want to come with us to the zoo tomorrow?"

Riri put space between them, causing Shuri to feel a hollow longing in her chest. Riri was slowly grabbing her stuff, Shuri not thinking what she had to do tomorrow nodded, "Yeah I would love to."

Riri gave a warm smile as she open the door, "Great, then it's a date."

[sl-newsie]

Captive (Baby John x Manhattan girl) *Mafia*

(Warnings: Riff being a huge jerk)

“Let! Me! Go!!!” I try to scream through a gag as I’m picked up and taken away by the 3 thugs. They rush me from ‘Hattan to what looks like the West Side, or at least what I remember from it. Cowboy don’t let me go here often, and for good reason. Riff’s been on his bad side for months, and I’ve been wait’n for someth’n to set him off.

“Shut up! You don’t matter right now, Miss Manhattan!” One guy sneers in my face. 

They open a back door to a warehouse and I’m tied to a rickety chair inside a giant cage. Before I can scream any more, a cloth is pressed over my nose and the stiff smell of chloroform lulls me to sleep…

When I wake up, my gag has been removed and I’m alone again in inky, dark silence. How long have I been here?

“Hey! What the Hell? Why am I here? You just wait ‘till Kelly hears ‘bout this!” I scream.

“Don’t worry, I’m counting on it.”

Riff, the Jet leader hisself, lurks outta the shadows. 

“I understand you’re very close to Kelly. One might say you’re his adopted sister. So, I’ll make this simple: you’re kept here ‘til Kelly sends for you. When he does, he’s gonna give us what we want if he ever wants you back.”

I sneer at him. “Really, Lorton? I’m a hostage? What is it exactly that you Jets want so bad?”

“Territory, Miss Manhattan. It’s all ‘bout territory. And if Kelly wants you back, he’ll pay up. So for now you’ll be staying in the pen.” He turns and walks back towards the door. “Oh by the way,” he looks back at my tear’n eyes. “What’s your name? I gotta know so I can write to Kelly ‘bout you and also know what to call ya besides ‘Miss Manhattan.’”

No way in God’s green Earth Imma tell him my name!

“It’s Bullet.”

Riff snorts. “Bullet? What the Hell kinda name is that?”

“Kelly found me with a bullet in my shoulder, so the name stuck.” Not a complete lie.

“Hmm. Well, g’night Bullet. Sleep tight.” 

He struts out, leaving me alone in the cold, dark prison. ‘The pen,’ as he called it. It’s no use try’n to hope. I know Kelly won’t send for me… I try to loosen the ropes around my wrists but it’s no use. Soon I can’t help but start to drift off…

“Um, hi?”

I jolt up and come face-to-face with- an angel? A boy-like face with dark hair, cute ears, a button-shaped nose, and brown eyes that hold a child-like expression peers inside the cell. I shake my head, thinking I’m hallucinating from dehydration. But then the angel-like figure unlocks the door and walks over. God, he’s adorable.

“Hello,” I say with an uncertain expression as he gets closer. He don’t say anyth’n, and keeps look’n at me funny. I begin to panic and my thoughts jump to stay’n alive and untouched. “Who are you and whadda you want? Kelly ain’t gonna send for me and he don’t tell me anyth’n, so you’s wast’n your time. Please, let me go!”

The man (Or boy? I’m not sure) holds his palms up. “Hey- hey it’s ok! I’m not gonna hurt you!”

“Oh, sure! Just like your pals said! If you’re gonna rape or torture me then just kill me now! I’m tell’n ya, I don’t know noth’n! And even if I did I’d never spill to you Jet bastards!”

The boy looks shocked. “I- I’m not going to rape you! What’d you think that?”

“I’ve heard-a you Jets and what you’re capable of,” I seethe. 

“O- ok, ok. Here.” He goes behind me and I immediately clench up when I feel his hands on mine- that is until I notice he’s untying my bonds. When he’s finished I shove him away and bolt towards the door, only I find that he’s locked it behind him. I panic and rush to a corner, and when I see the boy cautiously approaching I hold up my fists.

“Touch me and I’ll rip your throat out!”

He still walks forward, a curious look on his face. “No, I don’t think you will.”

“Don’t bet on it, Jet. I’ll-”

“Jonathon.”

I squint. “Huh?”

He gives a shy smile. “My name’s Jonathon, but everyone calls me Baby John.”

I can’t help but stifle a laugh. “Really? Why’s that?”

He looks sheepish. “Um… it’s ‘cause I’m the newest member. I joined ‘bout 2 months ago, but I didn’t know…” He looks up at me with a look of compassion. “I didn’t know they’d ever capture and assault rival members. I thought the Jets were more sophisticated, but I guess I was wrong.” He grins a little. “I hear them call you Bullet?”

I nod slowly. “That’s right. Cowboy found me with a bullet in my shoulder after my old family tried to snuff me. Thought I had potential, so he stitched me up. Now I’m one-a the only goil members of the ‘Hattan mafia.” I chuckle sarcastically. “Lucky me.” 

Baby John gives a melancholy expression. “If it makes you feel better, you’re the only goil we’ve captured. But it’s gonna be ok once Kelly contacts us, I promise.”

My lip quivers and I slowly sink to the ground, hands covering my shameful face.

“He won’t call for me. Hell, I’d be surprised if Cowboy even notices I’s missing. People say we’re close, but only ‘cause he took me in. Ever since he found me a year ago, after my old family abandoned me, all he’s done is ignore me and give me boring assignments. I’s never been wanted before, so why should this be any different?”

I hear Baby John come closer and kneel down next to me, but… I don’t flinch. I figure at this point I don’t care anymore-

He gently grips my hands and makes my tear-stained face look up at him, and now I can clearly see just how sweet and innocent-looking his face is.

“Don’t say that ‘bout yourself, Bullet. I know you don’t care what I think, but I already know you’re smart, witty, gorgeous, and brave, and I bet Cowboy’s worried sick ‘bout you right now. You don’t deserve this, nobody does. It’s just cruel fate that you ended up here, and I’m sorry-”

“Baby John!”

We both turn and see a heaving Riff, who don’t look too happy. He unlocks the pen’s door, comes over, and grabs a-hold of Baby John’s vest. Riff drags him out and locks the door again, and then I nearly cry out when I see him strike Baby John in the stomach.

“She’s my meat, Baby John! She’s my insurance in case Kelly don’t pay up, and I’d like to keep her in good shape.” He gets in his face, and then seems to get an amused look. Riff looks over at my wide eyes, then back at Baby John. “Ya like her, dontcha? Think she’s a fine doll, eh?”

“I- I-” Baby John stutters and he looks frantically between me and Riff, giving me an apologetic look.

Riff smirks. “I’ll agree, I know how to pick ‘em.” He gets in Baby John’s face. “But she’s mine, got it? Touch her again and you’ll be taking a stroll under the boardwalk!” Riff shoves him one last time and then strolls over to analyze me. “So, ya met Baby John? Think he’s all soft on ya, huh? Well too bad, ‘cause prisoners don’t get any special treatment- no matter how pretty they are.” He gives Baby John one last glare, then walks to the exit. “Ya got ‘til Friday, that’s 3 days. If Kelly don’t want ya, you’re all mine, girly. Oh, and Baby John? Since’s you’s taken a liking so much to the prisoner, you’re responsible for her. If I catch you with her again she dies, and that’s on you.”

As soon as Riff’s gone, Baby John rushes over and from behind the bars I can see he’s fight’n back tears.

“I’m sorry, Bullet. I’m so sorry! It’s like Action’s always say’n… I- I can’t let my heart get in the way of my head, and I’m sorry if it makes you hate me more than you already do…”

I look at him quizzingly and tilt my head. “You… you like me? You care ‘bout me?”

He avoids my gaze but still nods. “Yeah, but I’ll stop. ‘Cause I wanna be your friend and-”

“Jonathon.”

“Yeah?”

“I ain’t mad at ya.”

His eyes widen. “Really?”

I shake my head. “No. Actually, you’s really the only one ‘sides a few-a the ‘Hattan fellas who’s really cared for me. And you seem like a decent guy compared to Riff.”

Baby John scratches his head. “You seem a bit tough to be think’n like that.”

I chuckle and in my head I agree to confess. “I may be tough, but I ain’t opposed to a guy be’n sweet on me.”

Baby John gets a dazed look on his face and brings his face impossibly closer to me as he grips the bars keep’n us apart.

“Baby John!”

The basement door opens and a man with a tan shoit and brown cap comes down the stairs. Baby John hastily gets up and stands at attention. When the guy sees Baby John all flustered, a smile spreads on his face.

“My my, little Johnny. You’s fallen head-over heels for this goil! Name’s Mouthpiece, good-look’n.” He tips his hat.

I squint. “Race’s brodda?”

“Sure am! Sorry to break it up, but Lorton’s call’n for ya. Says it’s lights out and that he don’t trust you be’n down here too long.”

Jonathan sighs and gives me one more dreamy look. “G’night, Bullet. I’s sure glad I met ya.”

He stumbles up and follows Mouthpiece upstairs, leaving me once again in the cold, dark prison.

“Wakey wakey, Bullet!”

I jerk awake from my uncomfortable position on the stiff concrete. Riff’s back, and he’s got a smug look on his face as he slides a meal tray into the pen.

“Still no woid from Kelly, so ya got one more day.”

“Great,” I mumble sarcastically as I lean against the bars.

Throughout the day I hope for a quick meeting from Baby John, but he can only stop in for quick ‘errands’ or else Riff’ll get suspicious. Thankfully Riff doesn’t come by at all, so I’m anticipating that he’s forgetting about me. But I still can’t help feel’n like Jack’s abandoned me. Can’t blame ‘im, when have I ever contributed anyth’n? All day I just pace back and forth, either wait’n to hear from Kelly or Riff. Either way I’ll get a tell’n off from Jack, or a rant from Riff ‘bout how happy he is about me becoming ‘his goil.’ 

But whenever Baby John does get a chance to stop by, we chat and get to know each odda a little bedda. I tell ‘im ‘bout my rough life grow’n up in Queens, and he tells me ‘bout his life in the West Side. 

“What happened to your ear?” I point at a big scar on Baby John’s ear.

He grins. “A fight with the Sharks left me with a nail in my ear.”

I cringe. “Ouch. Didn’t that hurt?”

“Yeah, but in our line-a work the more scars ya got, the more you’s respected.”

He goes on to talk ‘bout how his old man left when he was five, and his ma is all he’s got left, and every day he’s worried sick that she’ll get hurt.

“She don’t know I’s part-a the Jets, ‘cause I don’t want her to be worried.”

“At least ya still got a ma. My folks dropped me in tha street soon as I could count to 100. Got involved with a small gang, got in a disagreement, got my shoulder made into bullet swiss cheese. When Kelly found me I’d lost the will to live, but he built me back into someone bedda.”

That night, I’m get’n more and more antsy ‘bout Jack. 

“Calm down, Bullet. There’s still tomorrow-” Baby John tries to assure me.

I scoff. “He ain’t called, and I just want tomorrow to be over so the pressure can be taken off. I know Cowboy won’t call, so I just wanna accept a fate tied to Riff.”

By now I can tell Baby John’s noticed that I’ve given in.

“It’s just- Ya can’t- When I look at you, the light’s gone from your eyes. Ever since you’ve gotten here that little spark in your eye’s been get’n smaller. But now it’s all gone-”

If I hadn’t been a captive I’d say that he’s be’n downright sweet.

“Forget ‘bout it, Jonathan. I’s never been wanted ‘round my whole life, why should this be any different?”

His face falls. “What? No! Bullet, ya can’t talk like that-!”

“Mary.” I smile sadly.

“Huh?”

“It’s Mary. I’m Mary. Figured I’d mine as well tell someone before I’m carted off.”

Baby John’s jaw drops. “That- that’s beautiful. Why don’t you go by that?”

I chuckle. “‘Cause if I go by that then I mine as well dress in a girly skirt and pigtails. Believe me, it’s best if I don’t. Nobody gives me any trouble.”

“Mind if I call you Mary?”

“Baby you can call me anyth’n unless it’s ‘stupid,’ ‘slut,’ or ‘bitch,’ or all three togedda. I don’t got much to live for but at least I know I’s a respectable lady.”

My companion snakes his hands through the bars to find mine, and squeezes them while smooth’n his thumbs over my knuckles.

“Oh Mary, I’m so sorry you feel that way. You’re a wonderful person who deserves so much more… I can’t stand to see you like this. But maybe life with the Jets won’t be so bad…?”

I sigh in defeat. “What’s the difference? In one cage and into anodda. But it don’t madda- Riff can’t make me talk. The Manhattan mafia���s the only family I got, and I’d rather die than be a snitch.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve got my Ma, but I hardly see her-”

“You need to change that.” I interrupt.

“What?”

“You need to see her more. If there’s anyth’n I know, it’s that we have no control over our lives and that you gotta keep your family close. Please, Johnathon- please do that for me. Promise me before I’m shut up for good.” I give a dark chuckle. “I may be younger, but I’ve done a lot more damage than you, buddy boy. I’ve been arrested at least five times already and nearly escaped prison three times before Kelly found me. If I could, I’d go back and never have gotten into this mob mess. Once you’re in, they never let you out. Yeah I owe Kelly my life for save’n me, but now I’m stuck here and I’m gonna be left in the stony lonesome.”

Baby John clutches my hands tighter and gives me a stern look. “You won’t be alone. I’ll be with you.”

I give a sad smile. “That’s sweet Jonathon, but you deserve to get out while ya can. You don’t got a record, so my advice is to skip town ASAP and settle down in hickville.”

“I think I will.”

“Good.”

He lets go-a my hands and stands up. “But I’m taking you with me.”

“What?!”

He grabs the key off the wall and starts unlock’n the door, but it doesn’t work. “Damn! Riff must’ve switched out the key!”

I stand up and grip the bars. “No- No! Baby John, stop! You're gonna get caught! You want Riff to scar your odda ear? Whaddya do’n?!”

“I’m breaking you out.” He starts try’n to pick the lock.

“No you ain’t! I ain’t leave’n ‘cause then-”

“I’m not leave’n you, Marry! I won’t!”

I grip his hands to stop him, and he looks at me with desperate eyes.

“Jonathon, it’s ok. I’ve been behind bars nearly all my life, even if I couldn’t see them. My whole life’s been a prison, with everyone tell’n me what to do and me screw’n up. I’ll always be captive to someone else.”

“I- I could set you free, if you want. W- Would you believe that if these bars weren't here I’d kiss you?”

“Would you believe that I’d kiss you back?” I reply.

Baby John looks at me in disbelief. “Really?”

I answer by grabbing his face through the bars and cram my face against the bars to brush my lips against his. He’s warm, sweet, and welcoming, like a hot chocolate. At first he tenses up, but then melts into it even though we’re barely kissing through the bars.

“Mary… God, I just wanna hold you… Wanna to keep you safe-”

“Baby John!”

We both jolt apart as Mouthpiece cockily trots down the stairs, arms crossed. He’s got a cross look on his face, which I’m pretty sure means bad news for us.

“You know the rules, Baby John. Riff specifically said for you to not be down here. Now not only are you down here, but you’re smooch’n with the prisoner!” He grabs John’s shoit and gets in his face. “Gimme one good reason why I shouldn’t report you to Riff!”

“Mouthpiece, please!” I beg. “Please! Don’t hurt him! It’s my fault! He- he was just try’n to make me feel bedda!”

“By mesh’n faces with ya? I don’t think so!” Mouthpiece shoves John against the pen. “You’s mess’n with Riff’s prisoner!”

Baby John shakes his head as he fights back tears. “No- ya got it all wrong, Mouthpiece! I… I….”

“Ya what? Spit it out, Johnny!”

“I luv her!” He shouts. “I luv her! I luv her, and if that means I gotta be punished then so be it! But she don’t deserve to be punished anymore! Damnit, Mouthpiece- please let her go! I’ll take the blame, just please let her go!”

All I can do is gape at John’s outburst. All my life I’ve wanted someone to help me feel safe, someone to stay with me through thick ‘nd thin. All I’ve met in life is disappointment, but maybe now the pendulum has swung the odda way…

“Jonathon,” I say softly.

Mouthpiece jerks his head at me. “Quiet!”

“No I won’t! All my life I’ve been told what to do, but now I’ll do the talking! I want you to let him go and take me on in a one-on-one fight. If I win, you let us go without tell’n Riff. If I lose…” I sigh. “Then I’ll give in and give Riff what he wants.”

“Mary, no!” Baby John sobs. “No, no! Don’t!”

Meanwhile, Mouthpiece has an odd look on his face. “Mary?”

My real name. I just nod and look at the floor.

“I know you. Race talks ‘bout you all the time, says you could go straight if given the chance but Kelly won’t let ya go.” He shuffles his feet, seem’n to think someth’n over. “I like you, Mary. Ya seem a decent goil, and that’s what Baby John deserves- not Riff.” He pauses, then seems to make a decision as he lets Baby John go. “I’ll spring ya, but you gotta promise that you’ll try to stay outta trouble.” He takes anodda key outta his pocket and goes to unlock the door. As soon as it’s open, Baby John sprints in and literally topples me over in a tight embrace.

“Thank you, thank you Mouthpiece! Oh Mary- I luv you so much!” He mumbles into my hair.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Mouthpiece rolls his eyes. “That’s all fine and dandy Johnny boy, but does she luv ya back?”

I feel Baby John’s grip losen, and then he gently moves away to look at me. His face says everyth’n, so before he even asks I already know my answer.

“Yes.” I hug him again and look up at Mouthpiece with determined eyes. “I luv you, Jonathan. Nobody can make me stop loving you, after all you’ve done for me.”

John chokes down a sob. “Ya really mean that? Mary, I- I don’t have much to offer, but I’ll give you all I have if it means you’ll stay with me-”

“No, John.” I cut him off. “Your luv is all I need.”

Behind us I hear Mouthpiece groan. “Well that ain’t good enough for Riff. Right now we gotta get you out.” He forces us apart and starts pulling us towards a window. “Here- this leads to the alley. It’s unguarded, I’ll just tell Riff that you picked the lock. Go back toHattan and ask for refuge from Race, tell ‘im Mouthpiece sent ya.”

Baby John shakes his head. “‘Hattan might not be safe. Cowboy hasn’t made contact yet-”

I cut him off. “It’s ok, John. Cowboy might not want me, but Race will wanna protect me. He’s Jack’s 2nd, so he has enough authority to keep us safe. We can trust him.”

“Yes you can. Now go.” Mouthpiece holds the window open. “Godspeed, my friends.”

We crawl through, and just before we burst out run’n I hear Riff inside: “Mouthpiece! Where’s Baby John?!”

All too sure that Mouthpiece is gonna get an earful, we sprint hand-in-hand towards ‘Hattan. My home. When I see the blue mafia building’s shining roof I cry out with joy.

“There it is, Baby John! Just a bit further!”

We reach the building and quickly shut the door behind us, just in case Riff’s sent any spies. Immediately Kelly’s security shows up: Kid Blink and Mush. When they see me, their faces lighten.

“Bullet? Thank God, you’s ok! We’s been worried sick!” Blink hugs me up while Baby John idles awkwardly at the side. “We’s heard that you’s was taken by Riff for ransom or someth’n, and that Kelly wouldn’t elaborate on details.”

I stiffen. “So… he was just gonna leave me?”

Mush puts a hand on my shoulder. “No, Bullet. Race convinced him to come up with an agreement last night and he was gonna call today, but I guess you made it out just fine on your own!”

“Actually…” I take Baby John’s hand and lead him up to the two security guards, who each give him suspicious looks. “I had a little help. Fellas, this here’s Baby John. He helped me escape, and we’s both here to ask for sanctuary from Riff. C’mon, guys- let an old friend take refuge?”

Blink nods his head. “You, I can handle.” He looks at Baby John. “It’s him I’s worried ‘bout.”

“Yeah. What’s his story?” Mush asks.

“He helped me escape, and…” I trail off and John ‘nd I share uneasy looks. But thankfully Msh seems to get the idea.

“Ah, I see how it is.” A wicked grin spreads across his face. “No problem here, Blink. Just a couple-a luvboids. Alright, Bullet. He can stay. Now I’m sure you’s both tired, so go get some sleep and be ready for dinner. We’ll tell Cowboy you’s made it back, and he’ll understand that you had to rest up.”

I smile a thank-you and lead Baby John up the grand navy-blue stairs, down the dark hallway and to the door of my own room.

“Well, this is me.” I open the door and let him in. It’s a simple room: queen bed, oak desk, decent-sized bathroom. I’d always been on Kelly’s good side, so he’s allowed me a good room.

“Wow. This is… wow!” John surveys the room. “Nice digs. So… I’ll take a pillow and sleep in the enormous bathtub, ok?”

“Oh, no.” I shake my head and lead him to sit down on the bed, earn’n me a wide-eyed look from innocent Baby John. “You can sleep on here with me. I’m ok with it.”

He goes to argue, but a yawn escapes his mouth and it’s all the proof I need to coax him onto a soft pillow. I cuddle up next to him and pull a blanket over us.

“We’ll be safe here, Jonathan.” I lean in and peck him on the cheek. “I luv you.”

His eyes are closed, but he gives a sleepy smile. “You’re my captive now, Mary. And I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” He whispers sweetly as we both nod off to a blissful sleep.

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

cold coffee - not 2 early - murder - birdsong - yes the kitty good and always - and back to sleep for a bit - now thats a hallelujah - anyway -last night -  too much actual 3d social - over ambitious menu - missives 

fuck all planned - trynna keep it closer to gospel than psycho - whip cream  w nuts sprinkle like that - a sundae  - no open mic imma home stay - laundry lurking imma ignoring 

until tomorrow 

[of-elitiism]

phew~ ok so i finished mostly all of my asks [ i think i have two more i need to send out ] and i only have drafts for now~ been a pretty productive day might i say. 

Also, if you wanna continue something i answered in an ask just go ahead! it’s all good. I might also continue stuff if you answer it so we can have a thread going. 

Anyway, this might be all for tonight. imma lurk for a bit and then sleeps for me~

[threat-nette]

Death is a blessing

puto make a move

I'd rather let them Rome

hang they self up by a noose

keep a falling angel in my bed

caught him lurking late at night

two bottles two the head

keep em from seeing all my signs

suicidal tendencies

so come here bitch to hold me tight

co dependence

fucks over me

attracting all these flies

woke up feeling numb

went to sleep

praying that id die

feel these walls

they closing in

babe just tell me ill be alright

how you kissing me all over

lagrimas in my eyes

just wanna numb my pain

so I told him

deep inside

bby temporary

heard your whispers through the night

true love

come witchin hour

if Palomas let you fly

real life succubus

always laughing as I cry

can't sleep with a fuckin opp

with wicked thoughts of homicide

you wanna fuck me once more bby

you want it deep inside

let me kiss your pretty

mouth

cut it side to side

imma let you fill me up

I'll take it out

taste what's mine

feel romantic

setting all this shit on fire

baby look down on me

on my knees

just how you like

we can both lay in the flames

and enjoy this fuckin night

melting to the bone

while you gaze into my eyes

this death is beautiful

that's why everybody dies

felt the last breath

leave your chest

exhaled this fuckin life

had me cumming to

holding hands on otherside

guess I just blacked out

it was a dream

were just in your ride

you wanna go for a cruise

I'm really feeling this moonlight

[rubiesintherough]

alrighty, gonna lurk for a bit before sleep. feel free to reply to any of the starters listed here,  and / or, like any of the meme calls i just posted.  or you can also  reply to this post  with the name(s) of muse(s) you want memes from if i didn’t post their meme call??  whatever you vibe with, fam.  hmu, i might be slow writing right now, but i do wanna interact... even if it’s just through sending memes / plotting / posting starters / etc.   have a g’night, everybody.  i promise imma try to do some writing tomorrow... gonna sit my ass down and get a few replies done??  *fingers crossed*