#letting people down is my thing baby find yourself a new gig

[fobnsfwdoodles]

When your stitch comes loose I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out

[thekidsarentalright]

so like erm. I thought of angels choking on their halos, get them drunk on rose water, see how dirty I can get them pulling out their fragile teeth and clip their tiny wings. Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, it will be held against you. Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name. If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) for just one yesterday (I saved it all for you). I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) for just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) for just one yesterday. Letting people down is my thing, baby, find yourself a new gig, this town ain't big enough for two of us- I don't have the right name or the right looks, but I have twice the heart. Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, it will be held against you, anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name. If heaven's grief brings hell's rain then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) for just one yesterday (I saved it all for you). I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news), for just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) for just one yesterday. If I spilled my guts the world would never look at you the same way, and now I'm here to give you all of my love, so I can watch your face as I take it all away. If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) for just one yesterday (I saved it all for you). I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) for just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) for just one yesterday. IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[airandyeah]

By The Beach Merman Nanami X Reader pt.2

Read Part 1 here ?warnings?: general confusion for all parties, alcohol consumption, excessive use of prescribed medication, let me know if i missed anything?

Y/N's side/3rd person:

Waking up in the morning was always a hassle for Y/N, especially after it already took long enough to fall asleep. She couldn't sleep, those hazel eyes burned into the back of her eyelids every time she closed them. She got up at 8AM, at least according to the bedside clock. She got dressed in simple black shorts and a white tank top, bypassing shoes. As she walked into the kitchen she turned on some music... Heaven knows that I'm born too late For these ghosts that I chase With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain... King of The Clouds by Panic! At The Disco... What a silly little song. Y/N danced around the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and filling it with cereal to eat, but not before pouring a glass of whiskey and throwing in a hand full of her medication that's supposed to help her depression. She's also supposed to take it with water, but whatever... I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the sun And I don't feel anything At all Feelings are complicated, she decided that a long time ago. So why not take these pills and down these drinks? Why not just... remove the feelings? She closed her eyes and danced around the room... I'm king of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted She was leaning back so far she was about to fall over, getting lost, until that pair of hazel eyes appeared before her closed eyes, she opened them, but they were gone... It had to have been some sick hallucination right? Mermaids don't... exist. Yeah. They don't exist. She drops onto the couch. Imagination, take me somewhere I don't know I'm lost but I better find it alone King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted Soon she feels sleep creeping into her eyelids, her last thought is those hazel eyes and that blond hair... I keep searching Oh, I keep searching I keep searching..... ~~~ It was a few days later that she began walking the beach in search of any trace that the night happened. She had her headphones blasting... Just One Yesterday, by Fall Out Boy... Her feet padded through the sand, bare as she walked along the shore, her eyes glued to the line where the water met the sand. "I thought of angels choking on their halos Get them drunk on rose water See how dirty I can get them, pulling out their fragile teeth And clip their tiny wings" She sung the lyrics aloud as she searched. She had bypassed any alcohol when she decided to search. And even took her prescribed 2 pills a day with water in the morning, she was taking this seriously. She didn't want to be clinically insane. " Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name, it will be held against you Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name" She still remembered every detail... That blond hair, those hazel eyes.... That... that... fire orange colored fish tail.... "If heaven's grief brings hell's rain Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) For just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) oh" She kept walking, and walking.... she new she was out of it, deep in depression and her own thoughts when it happened.... but she couldn't have walked this far right? " I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way Still, I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) For just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) For just one yesterday" It was soon after she thought this that she noticed something brown near where high tide would've dragged something... She ran towards it and picked it up... "Letting people down is my thing, baby, find yourself a new gig This town ain't big enough for two of us I don't have the right name o-o-or the right looks But I have twice the he- Suddenly it was like the music stopped, like time itself stopped. In her hands was her old brown T-Shirt with a four leafed clover and a... blood stain. This was it. She used this shirt to treat him! It had really happened! ~~~ Thoughtsss?

[ryukatters]

def gojo, but also toji and maybe y’all are like competing assassins who run into eachother sometimes

⟡ word count: ~700

⟡ a/n: your brain is so big

⟡ Based on this ask

Your target is right ahead of you.

Just a few more feet, the two of you will be away from any wandering eyes and security cameras— and you’ll be in the clear to take him out with a single blow.

It’s an older gentleman— a local politician, you’ve been told, with connections to the black market. Made a few people working underground unhappy with some new laws passed. So you’ve been ordered to execute him.

You get jobs like this all the time. You don’t necessarily like what you do, but you don’t necessarily hate it either. It’s something that brings food to the table, allows you a roof over your head. Despite your unconventional career, it’s actually pretty stable, given your high success rate and gracious recommendations from satisfied clients.

Stable, as long as you’re the one actually doing the killing.

You blink once and suddenly your politician has a bullet going straight through his skull.

“You’ve gotta be faster than that, sweetheart.”

The politician’s body hits the floor with a dull thud. You hardly pay attention because all you hear is the rush of blood in your eardrums and all you can see is that annoying smirk on that stupid face of his.

Damn him.

You stomp towards Toji angrily, pointing an accusing finger into his (well-built) chest, “That was my target, you freak!”

“Was it? Well that’s too bad. Looks like you’ll have to pick up another job elsewhere,” he sneers. “Think you could make a pretty penny with those tits of yours.” He stares down at them pointedly. You feel your cheeks burn from humiliation.

“Oh fuck off, Fushiguro.”

“I’d much rather fuck you.”

Toji Fushiguro: a quick, money hungry, infamous assassin. Or, as you often call him— a pain in the ass. Your ass specifically, since he seems to have a tendency to sabotage all of your missions.

He’d argue that he simply has a penchant for pretty things, and you’re a high he has yet to come down from.

“You’re deplorable,” you spit, arms crossing over your chest. “A waste of space. Are you really so broke that you feel the need to steal someone else’s kill? Maybe you’re the one that needs to pick up a gig at the local strip club.”

Your words do nothing— they bounce off him as if he were a wall of solid steel. He might as well be. Nothing could ever penetrate Toji, physically and emotionally.

“So everyone can see the scratches you leave on my back?” He sneers, taking a step closer. He smells like sweat and cheap cologne. It’s intoxicating. “Dunno why you’re pretendin’ to hate me s’much with the way you’re creamin’ on my cock all the time.”

“Maybe because that’s the only redeeming quality you have,” you bite back. Toji merely chuckles, as if the venom spewing from your lips lacks virulence. And maybe it does.

“You’re pretty spunky today, baby. You know how much it turns me on when you put up a fight.”

You let out a growl, swinging your arm to punch him, but he’s gone from your sight before you even get the chance to land a blow. That’s the second time you’ve missed tonight.

He appears behind you before you can react.

Toji presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, relishing in the way you suppress a shiver as he leans down to his whisper in your ear, “Gotta be faster than that, sweetheart.”

You hate him. You remind yourself that every single time you see him.

“Bring that attitude with you tonight and see where that gets you,” he murmurs, allowing himself a rough nip at your jugular— a little taste of the inevitable. “You know where to find me.”

The words ring in your mind, each syllable being burned into your hippocampus with every passing second. You make quick work of delivering the corpse to your handler before you’re off to find a certain assassin.

Toji Fushiguro would ruin your life. Yet for some reason, you can’t find it in you to push him away when he calls.

[andoutofharm]

letting people down is my thing baby find yourself a new gig this town ain't big enough for two of us i don't have the right name or the right looks but i have twice the heart anything you say can and will be held against you so only say my name it will be held against you anything you say can and will be held against you so only say my name if heaven's grief brings hell's rain then i'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday i know i'm bad news for just one yesterday i saved it all for you

[sadeporter306]

this thing is like 100+ songs long, and half of that is based on like the vibe instead of the lyrics.

I think beck and jay’s theme song is Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy—like “I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way” or “Letting people down is my thing, baby, find yourself a new gig // This town ain’t big enough for two of us” are you KIDDING??? AND the kicker is Beck’s a Fall Out Boy fan so everything just CLICKS.

And there’s obviously Stand By Me by Ben E. King from ch 26. I’m gonna sound like a NERD real quick but if this were a show I can totally see Florence + The Machine’s cover in the outro for the whole show or just the end of a season. It’s such a good cover y’all gotta go listen.

ugh I need to get these two mfs together so I can start yapping about headcanons and writing extra chapters that do not serve the plot AT ALL so they’ll go on tumblr 🫶

[princessleiadelrey]

for song of the day Just One Yesterday by fall out boy

Thanks for your suggestion.

Cherik song of the day is Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy!

This is a fun one, let’s break it down!

Highlights include:

“I thought of angels, Choking on their halos…”

This entire opening part is very sadistic - and I think we can liken that to Erik’s romantic history. He’s not one to stay and he usually ends up hurting someone in the process. (Charles)

“Anything you say can and will be held against you, So only say my name”

This a reflection of the way they fight/argue - throwing words back at each other. But at the same time, Charles being deeply in love with Erik, he wants to find

“If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday. I know I'm bad news, For just one yesterday, I saved it all for you”

Heaven’s grief is Charles, and Hell’s rain is Erik. Charles being hurt/upset by something Erik does calms the storm of his anger. And even after all the fighting, we know Erik is bad news, they still want to be with one another. Even wishing they could go back to the happier moments in their relationship.

Again, there’s the line at the end of DoFP from future!Erik about wishing they had had more time.

“I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”

Likening this back to the constant disagreement and fights, Erik wants to make a point (his way is the right way). Think DoFP plane argument.

“Lettin' people down is my thing, baby, Find yourself a new gig, This town ain't big enough for two of us.”

three words: Cuban beach divorce.

“I don't have the right name O-o-or the right looks, But I have twice the heart”

Adding some fun fanon tropes in here: Charles tries to love again (maybe it’s Hank, or someone else), but he’s still always drawn back to Erik. Erik is his soulmate.

“If I spilled my guts, The world would never look at you the same way.”

I feel like this is a good way to look at the fact that there’s toxicity on both sides. It’s not just Erik, it’s Charles too. But often Erik gets painted as a monster and people overlook the fact that Charles is also deeply flawed. This is a thinly veiled threat of exposing the not so pretty side of things.

“Now, I'm here to give you all of my love So I can watch your face as I take it all away, away, away, yeah”

Cuban beach divorce. Erik quite literally abandoned Charles after taking away his ability to walk.

This song embodies some of the toxicity we see with Cherik. They’re both deeply flawed individuals that bring out the best and worst in each other.

Stay tuned for another song tomorrow and don’t forget to send me your suggestions! ✨

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

@shake-a-peepaw asked:

    “Letting people down is my thing, baby, find yourself a new gig.”

Fallout Boy Starters

"Letting me down would require that I expected jack shit from ya, old man." The speedster had no idea where Repo actually came from beyond something he'd mentioned about the jailbreak - or a jailbreak, at least, what with how convoluted the multiverse could get. No matter his backgroudn though, what Scourge interpreted as a slight against them, regardless of how self-deprecating it was, already was making him consider the quickest way to get rid of the drunk wolf.

[angel-milano]

songs for funky lizards to commit regicide to @ofseptarsis

Mr. Fear by Siames

How long you'll call me insincere? I'm not here to fulfill your parody How come my song becomes unreal? You never understand my melodies

Unnatural Selection by Muse

I'm hungry for some unrest I wanna push it beyond a peaceful protest I wanna speak in a language that they'll understand Dedication to a new age Is this the end of destruction and rampage? Another chance to erase then repeat it again

A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel

'Cause a good song never dies It just reminds you of where you were The first time it made you cry The first time you felt alive

There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet by Panic! At the Disco

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it Because you say so under your breath You're reading lips, "When did he get all confident?" Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? Never looked better and you can't stand it

Ruled by Secrecy by Muse

Repress and restrain Still the pressure and the pain Wash the blood off your hands This time she won't understand

Turn the Lights Off by Tally Hall

Bend the nightmare You control it Artful dodger Easy does it

Let's Go by Stuck in the Sound

I know you would make me happy Girl I found my way out I found it at last now I'm sober I know it would make it concrete Now you're cryin' (Whouhouwhou) How sweet a sound

Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

Lettin' people down is my thing, baby Find yourself a new gig This town ain't big enough for two of us I don't have the right name O-o-or the right looks But I have twice the heart

Enemy by Mystery Skulls

It's down to you, mmm It's down to me Did you ever really think that I'd become Someone you'd call your enemy?

Stockholm Syndrome by Muse

And I won't hold you back Let your anger rise And we'll fly, and we'll fall and we'll burn No one will recall No one will recall

[demonstars]

i opened my laptop to properly respond to ur fob album ranking top three you're so fucking real you are So Fucking REAL! infinity folie from under the cork tree !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fucking INCREDIBLE you ate. i remember listening to infinity on high for the first time and hearing 'now press repeat' i was like what can i do but press repeat i am a good sheep listening to my shepherd. i think, my full rating is .

1 infinity on high it's just so good. it's just so good. every time i listen i'm like damn. that's crazy. personality defining album.

2 folie a deux you're just joking. headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet makes me shake and scream and commit crimes what the Hell is going on there.

3 from under the cork tree classic. classic! joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends.

from here the rating changes though. like right now i'd say my next fave is so much for stardust? cause i've been listening to it a lot recently. flu game insanities last night i dreamt i still knew you? i carved out a place in this world for two but it's empty without you i've got all this love i've got to keep to myself? don't piss me off, shut up.

then probably save rock and roll just cause it's so fun. it's so funny. wdym they made a full movie for it. elton john is there? sooooo 2013 it's just so scrumptious to me. letting people down is my thing baby, find yourself a new gig this town ain't big enough for two of us hello? also i spent a really long time Not listening to it and then relistened w my best friend when we were having a good night so now it's associated with good times.

then mania cause that was crazy. i love the sounds.

then ok and here's the thing: ab/ap and take this to your grave are both down there just cause ur right ab/ap has a collection of skips, and i think i like take this to your grave more but it's probably the album i've listened to the least for some reason.

and evening out w your girlfriend is funny but i don't think i've listened through all in one sitting so. that's on me.

but this ranking changes depending on ~vibes~

all that being said i dream of meeting pete wentz in a parking lot at night and fighting him a la fight club first fight just for funsies with the rest of the band being referees. and then like, getting lunch the next day.

MY BUGGO. youre so right i think mania and so much for stardust are interchangeable for me but mania just holds more emotional weight For Me so higher. and again its on me i need to watch the save r&r movie LIKE I RLLY LIKE SOME SONGS BUT THE PLACING IRKS ME IDK WHY. like really it depends on where you are in place and time but we are holding hands either way you get the top three. AND I ALSO DREAM OF MEETING PETE WENTZ BUT I WOULD JUST SHAKE HIS SHOULDERS AND ASK HIM WHY WOULD HE WRITE THAT.

[hazardsoflove]

18, 13, and 7 for the Spotify asks!

7. shuffle your favorite playlist and tell me which song comes up first and your favorite lyric

“letting people down is my thing, baby, find yourself a new gig / this town ain’t big enough for the two of us” - just one yesterday by fall out boy

13. how many songs are on your longest playlist?

508!

18. what artist do you anticipate at the top of your spotify wrapped this year?

answered here!

spotify asks!

[thechurn]

letting people down is my thing, baby / find yourself a new gig, this town aint big enough for two of us......................... ............ ........

also how incredible is it that miles fucked off and left so many times now and phoenix still trusts him to take his place. my god

[thnksfrthmmrs]

no like you don’t get it. letting people down is MY thing, baby. find yourself a new gig. this town ain’t big enough for two of us.

[double-hoe-seven]

Conjugal Visit

Summary: Its time to visit your husband at good old Belle Reve Pairing: Robert DuBois/Bloodsport x Reader Word Count: 1,830 Warning(s): Smut, prison sex(?), allusion to violence and murder. 18+ MINORS DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)

"DuBois, you have a visitor!" One of the guards shouted while he scrubbed the floor. "I'm not in the mood to fight with my daughter and I under no circumstances want to see Waller," he growled. "Well then you're in luck, it's the only other person in your life from the outside," the guard said bored. "What? I'm not ready for a visitor." "Too bad. Let's go." The guard was getting impatient. Reluctantly, Robert got up and followed the man; at least he'd showered that morning. He followed them to one of the private visitation rooms; there you sat, wearing black boots, jeans, and t-shirt, and a midnight blue leather jacket with the black rings on your left hand. "You're a sight for sore eyes, love," he smiled as the guards uncuffed him and repeated their usual warnings before leaving the room, locking the door behind them.

"If I'd known you were coming I might have shaved," he commented as he approached you, pulling you into his embrace with he was close enough. "I don't know, babe, I quite like the beard. It makes you look distinguished," you said with a hum as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "That's just a polite way of sayin' it makes me look old, innit?" He asked with a stifled chuckle. "Older and handsome, love," you corrected. "Did you come here to just take the piss at me or do you have a better reason?" He teased before leaning down and capturing your lips in a hungry, impassioned kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

A deep groan left him when you gently bit and tugged his bottom lip, smirking up at him. "Needy little thing, ain't ya, love?" He hummed as he tossed your jacket aside, hastily doing the same with your shirt before scooping you up and laying you on the cheap bed in the room. His lips dropped from yours to your neck, leaving a trail of light bite marks in the wake as he trailed his lips down to your chest. "I don't know why you bother wearing bras when you visit me, love, they only get in my way," he chuckled as he unclasped the black lace of your bra, discarding it with a grin. "Because I'd rather not be led through a prison with-" your words were quickly cut off by a surprised moan when he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled the bud as he suckled gently, rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Robert alternated between the hardened peaks until you were a moaning, squirming mess beneath him. Your hips rocked against his needily as a whine escaped you "Robert..." "Use your words, love," he teased with a wicked grin. He chuckled to himself when you only shot him a glare. He unzipped your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down teasingly slowly; he pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down throwing your legs over his shoulders. "I think this might be one of the things I miss most while I'm here, being able to just go down on you whenever the fuck I want," he said in a soft mutter as he ran his thumb along your wet slit. "Trust me, hon, you aren't the only one who misses it," you mumbled. Your back arched with the first swipe of his tongue. Two of his fingers teased your entrance before slowly pushing in as his tongue circled your clit slowly. What started out as slow drags of his fingers and tongue turned into him fucking you with his tongue and fingers, stretching you to prepare for him. He didn't stop until he felt your walls tensing around his digits, when he did he quickly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small pleased groan leaving him as he watched you pant softly, a needy hunger in your eyes. He always did love bringing you right to the edge.

He quickly shed himself of his orange prisoner's uniform, taking his member into his hand as he climbed in bed over you. "I'll be outta here soon enough, love, then I'll take you somewhere proper and romantic," he promised before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, followed by a slow sensual kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed his length into you. His hand stroked your cheek when he felt you tense up, your tight warmth stretching to its limits to accommodate him "that's a good pet, takin' my cock so well." You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly while your nails dug into his shoulders.

Each slow drag and push of his hips pulled gentle moans from you. His pace quickly built up and he tightened your legs around him. "Is that the best you can give me, love?" You teased when he settled into a series of long, deep, slow thrusts. "Aw, does my needy little princess want it rough?" He almost cooed in false sympathy while slowing his hips. When you started trying to move your hips against him for any more friction than what he was giving, a small whine escaped you when his hand moved to hold your hips down "use your words, pet. Tell daddy exactly what you want or I'll just keep going slowly until I'm ready to finish." "Want you to fuck me until I leave here with a limp," you managed to say after a minute of trying to steel yourself.

The squeak that left your lips when he suddenly pulled out turned into a loud moan when he slammed back into you, setting a new brutal pace. You angled your hips up some so each thrust brought the head of his member harshly against your g-spot. "Fuck, Robert!" You moaned out louder when his thumb started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. "That's it, little bird, sing for daddy so this entire fucking shithole can hear," he husked before nibbling and tugging on your ear lobe. "Say my name, Pet. Tell everyone who's you are," he growled, pinching your clit when your only answer was a moan that escaped your slightly parted lips. "Yours, Robert! All yours!" You moaned out, eagerly trying to match his thrusts but finding it harder to keep up with his roughness and brute force.

Soon, Robert sat back on his knees and pulled your hips flush against his with each more forceful thrust managing to hit even deeper places, places that were quickly bringing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, your warm walls are squeezing me so tightly. Play with your clit for me, yeah? I want to see all of you come undone but don't you dare cum until I say," he muttered lazily. He sat up fully and spread your legs a little further apart, transfixed on the sight of his length disappearing into you and coming out with your sweet nectar. You nodded and bit your lip as you traced shapes over your little button. "Good girl," he mumbled, his thrusts getting shorter but quicker, more of a rapid rutting. He smirked when he saw how hard you were trying to hold off "alright, Pet, you can let go." He might've whispered the words but they were clear to you.

As you came, you moaned out a series of curses and his name, your entire being quaking. Groaning as your walls tightened even more, he fell forward over you as he joined you in climax. His body covered yours while his forearms kept his weight off of you, his hips slowly rutting into you as you both came down. He planted a series of soft, languid kisses up your neck and along your jawline before finally kissing you softly, one of his hands coming up to gently brush some loose strands out of your face. Robert carefully maneuvered your bodies so he was laying on his back with you on his chest, his arms around your waist while his index finger absentmindedly traced shapes along your spine. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your rapid breaths slowing down were the only sounds in the room.

"Do you really think you'll be out of here soon, love?" You asked him hopefully, looking up at him with a small frown. "I do, darling. It won't be long before Waller comes with another suicide mission for me to lead," he grumbled before pecking your lips softly "I'll be home with you before you know it though, yeah?" "You promise? I miss waking up to your face between my legs," you joked. "Believe me, love, I miss that too. You always have been my favorite breakfast, or meal in general," a sly smirk crossed his face and he chuckled when you slapped his chest. "You're awful," you joked. "Baby, I'm an assassin, I'm not exactly a role model for anyone. I mean, for fucks sake, I almost killed Superman and if given the job again I'd take it," he said casually. "I know you would baby, maybe this time you'll succeed," you teased with a grin. "Watch it love or I'll have to bend you over my knee," he warned, squeezing your ass with a wicked smirk. "Oh no, please don't sp-" you started saying sarcastically before his hand quickly came down with a loud smack. "Wanna try that attitude again, princess?" He cocked his brow while he waited for your answer, giving you a quick kiss when you didn't say anything else.

Before either of you could react, the buzzer of the door unlocking and opening sounded and a woman walked in. "DuBois, Mrs. DuBois," she greeted flatly, unfazed by your nudity as you tried to cover your bodies with the sheet. "Fuck are you doing here, Waller?" Robert growled. "You have a new mission. And this time your wife's coming along. Isn't that right, Tracker?" She said. "Excuse me?" You and Robert said simultaneously. "That's right. We know about your side gig hunting down people the law let off. If either of you refuses to come on the mission or tries to abandon it, I'll hand over our evidence to the proper authorities. You, my dear, with not only be put in jail but you'll lose your license to practice law. Even if you managed to get it reinstated, nobody will hire a lawyer who knowingly married an assassin, the same one who put Superman in the ICU," Waller explained calmly. "You're threatening my fucking wife?!" Robert shouted as he sprung out of bed and pulled his boxers on. "I'm doing it for the safety of our country and the world," her voice was so eerily calm. "Robert, calm down. If it gets you home sooner, I'll do it," you told him as you sat up, using the bedsheet to cover your modesty. He looked at you like you'd just grown another head, in complete disbelief.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[the1312daysofchristmas]

Okay LOVED your answer to my prev ask now I’m interested in what some of your top favorite fob lyrics are?

an unordered list of fall out boy lyrics i love. theres going to be a lot of lines i forget just because theres so many lyrics that i get stuck on when i listen to them. im gonna skip tttyg lyrics because ive already done those

to hands between legs/to whatever it takes/to drinks in the club/to the bar/to the keys to your car/to the hotel stairs/to the emergency exit door - i love the repetition of the word 'to' in this, it really gets across the frantic blurry nature of these events. i especially love "to the keys to your car" because like, is it the keys to your car or is it to the keys, then to your car? love that ambiguity

as alone as a little white church in the middle of the desert getting burned - not a lot of pure visual imagery in fob songs but i do love when its there

romance is dead/i shot it in the chest and in the head - i could put every single inversion of a classic phrase in this list. drop a heart/break a name, or my insides are copper id kill to make them gold, or countless other lines. but i think ill just put the one and communicate that every single one of them is on this list

i love you in the same way theres a chapel in a hospital/one foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door - its very clear what it means but it also has so many meanings, i love it

if you are the shores i am the waves begging for big moons - i think its really obvious that i fucking love references to things other than pop culture. its something that i definitely incorporate into my own poetry.

in the truly gruesome do we trust - the state is violence baby!

im stuck in the sunshine riptide/dancing all alone in the morning light/the sunshine riptide/you came in like a wave when i was feelin alright - i genuinely think 'sunshine riptide' is the most apt description of a manic episode i have ever heard. it really is like that.

when your stitch comes loose/i wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you - really great imagery. i actually have a drawing i did based on this, although i want to update it to make it a pin

i testify if i die in my sleep/then my life was just a killer dream - this is such a manic line. like its SUCH a manic line.

silent film stars stuck in talking cinema light - this is such a good line. like, we were what was new, and now were in this changing world and dont know how to adapt. im realising how good a line this is as i write this honestly.

tonight the foxes hunt the hounds - really simple concept but its so profound in that simplicity

letting people down is my thing baby/find yourself a new gig/this town aint big enough for two of us - love the rhyme scheme on this and the rhythm of how its sung, i also love the line itself

i thought of angels choking on their halos/get them drunk on rosewater/see how dirty i can get them/pulling out their fragile teeth and clip their tiny wings - love a good defilement of the holy.

theres definitely more but i think for now ill call it there!

[atlafan]

Part One - “Call me Jane.”

a/n: here’s part one of nanny!H, I’m very excited about this series. I’m not sure how many parts it’s going to be, so please don’t ask lmao. Once I know how many parts it’ll be, I’ll make a master post for it. I’m just too excited not at least share the first part because Harry is just too cute in this! Feedback and reblogs are super helpful, and keep me motivated, especially when it comes to writing series. (not proofread) You can support me here if you’re able!

Warnings: none...for now

Words: 4.1K

Pairing: Harry x OC (Jane Watson)

Master Post

Harry found himself in a real bind. He was twenty-six years old, had an early childhood education degree, and the daycare he worked at was going under. He had just been promoted a month prior too, how could things go wrong so quickly? Times like this he really hated that he stayed in the states. Childcare services weren’t nearly as fucked up back home. His dream was to save up enough money to open up his own pre-school at some point, but it was really tough.

There was this weird stigma that if adult men wanted to work with babies and toddlers then that made them a pedophile or something of the sort. That wasn’t the case with Harry. His minor in school was psychology because cognitive development intrigued him. He also loved babies and little ones. He loved watching them learn and discover.

Only now, he was without a job in an already struggling field. He and the other employees weren’t exactly given a big notice before they were told the business was going under. Harry mostly felt bad for the parents of the kids that had to find new child care centers. He knew he’d have to compete with his co-workers for any available jobs, and he knew they were bound to find places before him because they were women. It was their fault, and he knew it. He was experiencing a prejudice that they must face all the time.

He looked into Care.com, but none of the jobs on there seemed like long-term gigs, and he didn’t want to just be a glorified baby sitter. He figured if he could find a well paying nannying job, he could do that for a bit until finding a job at a new facility, or even set up his dream pre-school. During his search on Indeed, he saw a position for a live-in nanny – jackpot! Live-in meant long-term, and long-term meant lots of money. It also meant he could get rid of his apartment and not have to pay rent for a while. He clicked on the ad that was posted only a couple of weeks ago.

Live-in Nanny Needed for Help with Eight-Month-Old

Minimum requirements:

·        Bachelor’s in either early childhood education or elementary education

·        At least two years’ experience working babies/children

Three professional references required

Applicant is subject to thorough background check for the safety of the child and mother.

Other tasks as needed include:

·        Cooking

·        Light cleaning

·        Grocery shopping/running other errands

If applicant is selected, they will be paid a flat rate of $1600 bi-weekly, will live in “in-law” section of the house, and a car will be provided for them. A resume, cover letter, and three professional references may be sent directly to jpwatson@gmail.com

After reading everything over, this seemed like Harry’s best bet. Some of it seemed a little too good to be true, but this was a risk he needed to take right now. He just hoped the position hadn’t already been filled. That night he spent some time updating his LinkedIn, making sure all of his privacy settings were up to date on all of his social media, and then wrote out a resume and cover letter. The last part was his least favorite because he knew a proper resume and cover letter had to be curated to the specific job, and it made things all the more tedious. By the time he was done, it was late. He didn’t want to seem unprofessional, so he waited to send the email until the next morning.

Subject: Nannying Advert on Indeed

To: jpwatson@gmail.com

From: hes2194@gmail.com

Good morning,

My name is Harry and I’m interested in the nannying advert you’ve posted on Indeed. For the last four years I’ve been working at P.B. & J.’s Child Care Center, and was recently promoted to team lead. Unfortunately, the business itself couldn’t remain afloat, and I was laid off.

Attached are my resume and cover letter. I’d be happy to provide the three references if I end up being considered for the position.

Thank you for your time and consideration,

Harry

Treat People With Kindness

He closes his laptop with a satisfied sigh after proofreading his email ten different times before he hit send. He takes a sip from his coffee, and sits back on his sofa. Now all he had to do was wait.

//

There was radio silence for two days. Harry was starting to think he would need to keep job hunting. He had bills to pay, and the last thing he wanted to do was ask his parents for help. They already looked down on his profession as it was. If he had his own car he’d become an uber driver or something, but he didn’t so he couldn’t. Then, by some stroke of luck, at 4:55PM on a Thursday, he gets an email from the address he had been hoping to see pop up.

Subject: Re: Nannying Advert on Indeed

To: hes2194@gmail.com

From: jpwatson@gmail.com

Good evening Harry,

My name is Jane Watson, thank you so much for your application. My apologies it has taken me a couple of days to get back to you. I am usually more responsive, but things have been a little crazy at work as of late. Upon further review of your resume and over letter, I would like to offer you an interview this Saturday at noon, if you are available. I can be flexible if that day and time do not work for you.

If you are able to come, and are still interested in the position, I ask that you please bring your references with you. I will want to call them right away. I am sure you can understand me wanting to thoroughly look into you before letting you into my daughter’s life.

I look forward to hearing back from you soon.

All my best,

Jane

Harry responded to her right away, he didn’t care how eager he seemed. He told her Saturday at noon worked great, and that he would definitely have his references, and anything else he needed to provide. She emailed him back an hour or so later with her cell phone number and address. For the first time in a while, Harry felt like he could breathe again. He knew it wasn’t a done deal that he’d be getting the job, but he was being given a chance, and for that he was thankful.

//

He wanted to make a good first impression on Saturday, so he made sure to wash his hair in the shower, and use his good mousse so his hair would look more orderly. He shaved to give himself that clean and sleek look, this was not a day to appear scruffy. He knew he didn’t need to be overly dressed up, but he also knew that you’re supposed to dress for the job you want and not the job you have. He irons a pair of tan slacks and pairs it with a blue button up. Not to brag, but his bum looked great in these slacks, and it was giving him all the confidence in the world. He puts on a floral tie, just to show a bit of his personality, makes sure his nail polish isn’t chipped, and makes sure all of his rings are looking shiny. He takes an uber out to Jane’s house. It was in a gated community, which he was expecting since he looked up the house beforehand. He wondered what she or her husband did for work to live in a place like this. Or perhaps she inherited the home? Either way, he was excited.

He thanks the driver, and knocks on the door as he was instructed to do. A woman with silver hair that was up in a nice bun opens the door.

“Hello, you must be Mr. Styles.” She smiles.

“Yes, hello.” He smiles back.

“I’m MaryAnne, please come in.” She steps aside to let Harry in.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Watson is just pumping, but you can wait for her here in her office.” She leads Harry down a corridor where he meets a grand double door. MaryAnne opens them and shows him inside. “Make yourself comfortable, dear. Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, tea?”

“I’m all set, but thank you very much.”

The woman nods and leaves him in the room alone. He stays standing as he didn’t want to assume where he should be sitting. There was a gorgeous desk with two chairs on the other side, but there was also a small round table with four chairs around it in the corner. She clearly held a lot of meetings here, or so it would seem. To pass the time he looks over her bookshelves, scanning over what she might be into. She seemed to be into fiction, but he had never heard of any of the books on some of the shelves, or the author. She had several by the same person. Before he could look further, he heard the clacking of heels on the hardwood floors approaching him.

Everything stopped when she walked in. Jane had her hair up in a flowing ponytail, a white blouse covered her top half, he notices that the first few buttons were left undone, probably to help with her pumping, and she had a black pencil skirt on that just came to her knees. She was short, and a little voluptuous, not that Harry was checking her out.  

“Hello, Mr. Styles, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He goes to stick his hand out for her to shake, but she walks around him and sits down at her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

He swallows and sits down.

“Y-you can just call me Harry if you like, Mrs. Watson.”

“I’m a Miss not a missus.” She says as she takes out a folder with a few sheets in it and a pen. “It says here you graduated Summa Cum Laude from Lesley University. That’s an incredible place to get a degree in education.”

“Thank you, I got a pretty decent scholarship, it was my reach school. I minored in psychology as well. I did my practicum hours at a daycare center that specialized in caring for children with disabilities. So, I’ve worked with all sorts of children. I prefer working with infants and toddlers, though.”

“And why is that?” She looks at him, clicking her pen, ready to take notes.

“Well, I just have more fun with them, to be honest. I like watching them discover new things. My favorite thing to do while working in the baby room at my last job was working with the babies on their tummy times. It was always rewarding to watch them get stronger. I feel like I just bond with them better.”

“I need to ask you some personal questions since this is a live-in position.”

“Of course.” Harry nods.

“Are you in any sort of relationship with anyone?”

“No, I’m single.”

“Have you ever been arrested, or do you have any sort of criminal history?”

“No.”

“I’m not one to judge, I think everyone deserves a second chance, I just have to ask these sort of things.” She says.

“I don’t have a criminal record, Miss Watson.”

“History of drug use?”

“I smoked a bit of weed when I was younger, but I don’t anymore. An edible once in a while, maybe, but never when I’m on the clock.”

“Just marijuana?”

“I’ve done shrooms a few times, but nothing other than that. Stupid kid stuff.”

“Again, not judging. I’d prefer you don’t have any drugs in the house, unless they’re for medical use. I know edibles can be prescribed by doctors for anxiety and whatnot.” Harry nods at that. “What about alcohol? You’re twenty-six, you must enjoy a drink after a long day.”

“A glass of red once in a while, sure.” He nods. “But I’m not really a heavy drinker, I never have been. I’d say if anything I’m a social drinker, but you watch me carefully at a party you’ll notice that I nurse the same drink.” He smirks.

“I’m the same way. A little bit of a buzz is fun, but anything more can be a bit scary. I actually cannot remember the last time I had a real drink.” She looks off in thought.

“Well, can’t you drink now that the baby’s here?”

“And have to succumb to a pump and dump?” She scoffs. “No way, that would be a total waste. It’s torture enough to sit there while a machine sucks the milk out of my-“ She stops herself. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “Anyways, your resume was impressive, and you were quite articulate in your cover letter. You’re the only candidate I’ve invited for an interview.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She nods. “I really wanted someone with experience, not someone fresh out of college looking for a place to live. You’d really be okay with living here?”

“Honestly, you’d be doing me a favor. My long-term goal is to either have a daycare or pre-school of my own someday. Not having to pay rent for a while would really help me save up for that.”

“That’s an incredible goal to have, Harry.” She smiles, impressed by his ambition. “What questions do you have for me?”

“I just want to clarify, your daughter is eight months?” Jane nods. “And what’s her name?”

“Lilly.” Jane smiles.

“That’s a beautiful name.” Harry smiles. “Why exactly do you need a live-in nanny?”

“I work a lot.” She sighs. “And I’m a single mom. I want her to always have someone here that she can depend on and feel comfortable with. Sometimes my work drags me out in the middle of the night, or I have to take a phone call at an odd hour. I just want someone else here in case I can’t be if something comes up.”

“So, her father’s not in the picture?”

“No.” Her features sour a bit. “He doesn’t even know she exists to be perfectly honest with you. I found out I was pregnant after we broke up, and I decided not to tell him about her. He was a deadbeat moocher, he would have been useless.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but thank you for telling me. May I ask, how old are you?”

“Twenty-nine, does that matter?”

“No! No, I was just more so curious. You seem pretty successful to be in a home like this. In the advert, you stated I’d be given a car as well, that’s not exactly cheap.”

“You’ll be given access to one of my cars.” She says. “I’m not giving you a car, make no mistake about that.” She smirks. “I’m an author, a successful one.” Harry tries to think if he’s ever heard of a Jane Watson before, but he’s coming up blank. “You’ve never heard of me because I have a pen name. If it’s all the same, I don’t really want to share it with you. Not yet, anyways.”

“Sure…wait…are you offering me the job?”

“Not quite. I’d like you to meet my daughter. I want to see how she interacts with you.”

“I’d love to meet Lilly.” He smiles.

“Great, before we do that, do you have more questions?”

“Yes, who’s MaryAnne? Is she, like, a maid or housekeeper?”

“No.” Jane laughs. “She’s my personal assistant. I usually answer the door myself, but pumping took a bit longer than usual.”

“When did you publish your first work?”

“When I was twenty.” She smiles. “I was still in school, and I decided just to self-publish. It took off, and a few companies reached out to me. I eventually got an agent, and the rest was history. I’m a fast writer, I’m able to churn out more projects than most people, and for whatever reason they keep becoming hits. One of the reasons I travel a lot is that a couple of my works are being turned into television shows, and working out those contracts is a lot. I want to be a part of the process to make sure the stories are told correctly.”

“That’s incredible!”

“it is.” She nods. “I never thought I’d be a television producer, but here I am. I don’t really want Lilly around all that, so there’s another reason for having a live-in nanny.”

“This may seem like a silly question, but will I have time off?”

“Oh my goodness, of course! The salary is negotiable as well. You’ll have weekends off, as well as all bank and national holidays. You’ll also earn vacation time and sick leave like at any other job. You’ll be given a benefits package as well, if you need health insurance.”

“You…you provide stuff like that?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve just never heard of a nannying job quite like this before.” He blinks. “It feels too good to be true.”

“I’m just a firm believer in compensating someone properly. I believe in investing in the people you have.”

“Right.” He swallows. He almost starting to feel like he was going to be her sugar baby or something, but he obviously knew that wasn’t the case. “You asked me about my dating life, what about yours?”

“I’m also single. Lilly is my top priority, and then comes my work. I’m completely fulfilled as is.” She stands from her desk. “Come, I’ll give you a tour of the house, and of the in-law space, and then you can meet Lilly.”

“Okay.” He stands up and follows her out of the office.

She shows him the living room, which felt more like a study. There was an entertainment room with a huge flat screen, deluxe loungers, a pool table, and bar. She shows him to the kitchen which was equally as extravagant. She brings him upstairs to show him all of the bedrooms.

“This is Lilly’s room.” Jane says proudly.

“it’s beautiful, I love the light purple.”

“So do I.” She says. “My room is down the hall, don’t think you need a tour of that.” She laughs and they head back downstairs. “Here’s the inside entrance to the in-law, but there’s also an exterior entrance you can use…or if you have guests over.” Harry’s in awe of the space. It was larger than his apartment. “It’s a one bedroom flat essentially. There’s a full bath en suite, and there’s a half bath over there. Open concept kitchen and living area. It’s fully furnished as well. Feel free to decorate it however you like. I just ask that this space stays yours. There’s really no reason for you to bring Lilly in here, you know?”

“Sure, yeah. This is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it. Let’s just hope Lilly like you.” Jane smirks, and they head back to the main part of the house, and into Lilly’s playroom. She was sitting with MaryAnne in a large rocking chair. “M, you can feel free to go back to your office if you like. Harry’s going to get acquainted with Lilly.”

“Of course.” MaryAnne stands up with the baby, and hands her over to Jane.

“She has an office here too?” Harry asks.

“Of course she does, and one of the guest rooms upstairs is hers to use when she needs it.” She kisses the top of her daughter’s head. “Lilly,” she coos, “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” She gestures for Harry to take her, and he happily does so.

“Hey, baby girl.” Harry coos. Bright hazel eyes look up at him in wonder. He lets her latch onto his index finger. “It’s so nice to meet you.” He looks at Jane. “She’s precious, Miss Watson.”

“Isn’t she?” Jane beams. “She’s really been enjoying her bouncy, and messing around with her blocks. I have some CD’s I like having her listen to as well. Oh! We did a paint with pudding night as a sensory play thing, it was a hoot.” She chuckles.

“Those are great, aren’t they? Very stimulating, and it teaches the child that sometimes messes are okay.” He looks down at Lilly and smiles. “May I sit with her in the rocking chair?”

“Please!” She gestures to it, and she sits down on the loveseat in the room. Harry sits down with Lilly, cradling her carefully. He adjusts her so she’s able to stand on his lap. She bounces herself and giggles. “Look at that!” Jane exclaims. “I love it when she does that.”

“She’s awfully sweet.” Harry smiles, and then he looks at Jane. “How much do you feed her?”

“I give her roughly twenty-four to thirty-two ounces a day. You’ll know how hungry she is or isn’t in the moment. I’ve started giving her pureed butternut squash, mashed bananas and strawberries, she’s got that puffed baby cereal as well. I’ve also started giving her ground chicken in really small doses just to get her some protein, but right now I’ve mostly been sticking to fruits and veggies. You must know a lot about what foods to give a baby?”

“I do.” He nods. “You’re still producing that much milk to give her daily?”

“I’ve almost been wishing I’d dry up. I get so sore somedays.” Jane sighs. “But I figure it’s good for her to have it while I can still make it. I’m not opposed to formular or anything…but I like bonding with her in that way. I got rid of her baby acne by rubbing my nipple on her skin, it was like magic.”

“It’s certainly a trick of the trade.” He smirks at her. “I remember learning that in one of my courses, and I was amazed. You all are super humans.”

Jane watches Harry play on the ground with Lilly for a bit. Harry was already so wonderful with her. Harry starts to smell something, and so does Jane.

“Think it’s time for a diaper change.” He chuckles and picks her up. “Would you like me to change her?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you do it.”

He brings Lilly over to the changing table, and lays her down.

“I know you’re all warm and cozy, but I need to disrupt that for a moment.” He says to the baby girl who was babbling and blowing little spit bubbles, totally unbothered. Harry unsnaps her onesie, and lifts her legs to detach the diaper. His eyes widen at the type of diaper that’s on her. “You cloth diaper?” He looks at Jane.

“It’s better for the environment.” She shrugs. “There’s a trashcan for the…um, poop, and there’s another can for the diapers. I give her a regular diaper for bedtime just because it’s easier to change her in the middle of the night and in the morning, but daytime I use the cloth diapers.”

“Makes sense to me.” Harry disposes of everything, and grabs a few wipes to clean Lilly up. She took a powerful stinky.

“I blame it on the pureed peas.” Jane laughs.

“It doesn’t even phase me anymore, honestly.” Harry says as he gets a little baby powder on her. He grabs a spare cloth diaper, and gets it on her. He snaps her onesie back together and lifts her up. “There we go, good as new, darling girl.” Lilly blows some bubbles at Harry, and blows some back, making her giggle. Jane beams at the two of them.

“It’s about time for her afternoon nap. Would you like to put her down?”

“I’d love to.”

Harry carries Lilly upstairs with Jane. She flips on Lilly’s white noise machine, and makes sure her favorite blankies are in the crib. Harry sits down in the large chair in the corner of the room and starts to rock her gently, giving her soothing rubs. Jane watches as Lilly’s eyelids start to droop. She fights it at first, but Harry continues to soothe her until she’s out like a light. He carefully stands up and sets her down into her crib. The two back out of the room quietly, and make their way down the stairs.

“Let’s go back to my office.” Jane says, and Harry follows her there. Once they’re both seated, she starts speaking again. “Well, the job is yours if you want it.”

“Really?” Harry felt every worry from his life leave his body.

“Yes.” She chuckles. “You’ve really impressed me, and I think Lilly’s quite taken with you already. I’d love to have you as her nanny.” She takes out a few forms. “May I have your references? The background check will take about a week. How soon could you start after that?”

“Right away, honestly.” He hands her a sheet with his references.

“Here are the tax forms you’ll need to fill out, a form for direct deposit, and some information on your benefits. You can get everything back to me by the end of next week.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to get started, Miss Watson.” He stands to shake her hand, and she stands as she takes it.

“Please, you can call me Jane.”