#this time baby I’ll be bulletproof

[save-the-villainous-cat]

A villain being forced to kneel for a group of heroes 👀

“Oh, I didn't think they could go that low,” the leader of the group joked. It was cruel, the hero knew that. With the villain’s calves sliced open, there was a hardly any chance that the villain could even get up. They looked at their leader who started taunting their nemesis. Big talk for someone who stood above an injured person.

Their jokes were of poor taste and the hero’s throat started to burn. They had been getting on their nerves for months but the hero had managed to mostly ignore it.

“Get lower, maybe you can start licking my boots...” They pushed the villain’s head down with two fingers and kicked their leg until the villain fell from their kneeling position. They couldn’t even use their hands to prevent their face from landing in the dirt. Their fingers were broken. Most of the heroes on the team turned away, searched for something to do instead of watching their leader’s cruelty.

“Look at you, how the mighty have fallen.” The leader laughed and put their boot between the villain’s shoulder blades. And then, with all their strength, they pushed down when the villain tried to struggle to their feet.

“I think you might be overstepping here,” the hero said. They walked towards their leader despite their head screaming at them not to disagree. The agency wasn’t blind, this institution wasn’t dumb. Everyone was aware of the leader’s tyranny. However, the city still let them work because they simply got things done. Even if it took inhumane measures. It wasn’t fair.

The leader turned around.

“What did you say?”

“That’s my villain.” The hero pointed at their nemesis on the ground. “My assignment, my problem, my responsibility.”

“Your villain?”

“I got assigned to them, yes. Your boss made that decision, actually.” They eyed the villain shortly. Blood dripped down their calves, their fingers were crooked and their breathing was definitely not normal. They wanted to shout at the next best medic to take care of them.

“Well—” their hand landed on the hero’s shoulder “— be glad that I got your back. This one was pretty nasty. You would’ve never gotten them.”

They squeezed the hero’s shoulder harshly and the hero understood the warning.

However, they didn’t really care.

They pushed the leader’s hand off their shoulder, basically slapping their hand away.

“Isn’t that lovely?” the hero asked. “You’re such a kind soul.”

They walked past them, feeling the stare in their back and their heart was beating harder than ever. They had the tiny suspicion that wasn’t the leader’s but the villain’s fault.

They kneeled down and took the villain’s face into their hands. Simply put, the villain looked awful. More dead than alive, anyway. The hero rubbed their thumb over the villain’s cheek over and over again.

“Technically, they’re mine now. I beat them and I captured them,” the leader spat.

“I need a medic over here,” the hero said. “Could you call them with all your kindness?”

“I don’t think you understood me. I am your leader. You don’t want to make me your enemy.” The hero sighed and mumbled a few reassuring words towards the villain before they helped them up. They stabilised the villain as good as they could but the villain was muscular and heavy.

“Of course not. It would be quite a pathetic fight.” The hero pulled their villain closer. “Since I am such an incompetent hero and definitely no role model. I can’t fight, can’t even follow orders properly.”

They cocked their head.

“Now, please call a medic. We are good people, aren’t we?”

The leader only scowled, having understood the sarcasm and demand in the hero’s voice. They left and the hero wasn’t sure if they actually got a medic or not.

“Thank you,” the villain whispered next to them, clinging to the hero’s chest.

“Anytime,” they answered. Their grip around the villain tightened and the hero had to admit, they were scared of letting them go again.

[lauronk]

I was watching a movie (that one with natalie portman) and I got an Idea. A ficlet where joel is a professional hitman (or a retired one) and ellie is his daughter. She loves him, and he is devoted for her. He is wrapped around her little finger and he knows that.

What he doesn't tell her tho? he actually killed her father for his client. He only realized there was a baby in the house when it was too late. The truth eats him alive everyday, but he will never tell her. Never.

hi anon! thank you for this prompt, it fully latched into my brain and derailed the other stuff i had planned on working on lmao i hope you enjoy!

(this time baby) i’ll be bulletproof

length: ~2.6k words

tags: pov joel; joel & ellie; modern au; death/murder; brief mentions of blood; tess is alive; kidnapping; ellie’s whole life is a lie she just doesn’t know it; joel’s a hitman so what do you expect; joel’s also a great dad, what did you expect; no beta we die like david

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Gentle finger squeeze on the trigger. Exhale.

The target drops before he even realizes he’s been shot, a small pool of blood gathering on the carpet underneath his head. The man had been nice enough - not that he’d realized it - to leave his window open, so there wasn’t even the shattering of glass to alert anyone. He’d be found in an hour or so, when his wife returned home from her nail appointment, and by then, Joel would be long gone.

-

Sometimes he regretted the path he’d wound up on, the way his life had diverged from everything it should have been. Joel could look back and pinpoint exactly where the fork had occurred - his daughter, a victim of the wrong place at the wrong time, one man so bent on vengeance he didn’t care who he’d hurt in the process.

He had been the first one Joel had ever killed. Twenty years later, and he hadn’t stopped.

Only difference was, now he got paid for it, and handsomely at that.

-

The television is still on when Joel opens the front door, and he pauses, hand on the knob. It’s entirely too late for anyone else to still be awake, and he turns his head towards the dark hallway that branches off the living room towards the back of the house.

He makes sure he makes a fair amount of noise in the process of taking off his shoes and hanging up his keys. His pistol he secures in the safe over the fireplace, making sure it’s locked again before he slides the wall panel back in place. The TV he shuts off, and he pours a glass of water before finally making his way down the hall to the second door on the left.

“Ellie?” Joel knocks gently before pressing a hand against the door and nudging it open.

She gives an exaggerated deep breath, and Joel chuckles, stepping all the way into her room. He can make out the shape of her under her covers, curled on her side, a faint hint of moonlight trickling through the window.

The glass of water he deposits on her nightstand - he knows she’ll want it later - and lowers himself carefully to sit on her mattress near her hip. Her breathing picks up and then slows again, like she thinks he hasn’t already caught on.

“C’mon, baby,” Joel shakes her shoulder gently, his voice teasing. “I know you ain’t sleepin’.”

Ellie rolls over, blinking at him owlishly. She even brings a hand up to rub her eyes, widening them comically like she’s surprised to see him. “Dad?”

“TV didn’t shut off all the way,” Joel tells her helpfully, snorting when her hand immediately falls from her face and her head flops back dramatically on her pillow.

“Fuck.”

He tucks the comforter around her a little more tightly, brushing a stray piece of hair back from her forehead. “Yeah.” Her hand comes up and wraps around his wrist, squeezing gently. “You’re pretty busted, kiddo.”

Ellie shakes the hand holding his, waggling his arm around. “Why do I even still have a bedtime? I’m fourteen. Dina and Jesse don’t have bedtimes.”

He shakes his arm right back, eliciting a small giggle from her. “Dina and Jesse ain’t been caught sneakin’ out recently, have they? Maybe that’s got somethin’ to do with it, hmm?”

Ellie huffs, but she doesn’t argue. She had been busted after all, caught down at the neighborhood pool with some other kids by Marlene, the HOA president, and brought to his door dripping wet at one a.m. Bedtime and curfew had been reinstated after that, and Ellie had three more months of probation from him before it would be lifted.

It didn’t feel good to do - he’d struggled with punishing Sarah at all too - but it let him give free rein to some of his paranoia, gave him an excuse to keep her locked in the house a little more. It wouldn’t last forever - nor should it, Joel knew well and good that Ellie needed to go out and live her own life - but while she was still young enough, he’d shield her from everything he could.

Sarah hadn’t made it to fifteen - Joel was determined to see that Ellie did.

“Get some sleep, baby girl,” he tells her softly, brushing his fingers back and forth across her forehead in the way he knows will soothe her to sleep best. It’s worked since she was a baby, and sure enough her eyes are already drifting closed. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Waffles?” Ellie mumbles, rolling on her side and burying her face into her pillow.

Joel smiles down at her, feeling that same tug behind his heart that he has every time since he first held her. “Yeah, baby, we’ll do waffles.”

This time, her breathing deepens out naturally, mouth falling slack, and Joel bends forward to press a kiss to her temple. “Dream somethin’ good,” he whispers, same as he does every night. He ain’t superstitious - can’t afford to be, in his line of work - but he’s always been afraid that the nights he hasn’t been around to tell her, she’ll have nightmares.

Joel shuts the door behind him, padding back through the living room to double check the locks on the doors and windows and set the alarm. When he’s sure they’re as secure as can be, he makes his way back down to his room. He can’t fight the urge to open Ellie’s door one more time and peek in on her; she hasn’t moved, not that he expected her to.

His own room is dark, blackout curtains preventing even a hint of moonlight coming in. He’d wanted to put the same curtains in Ellie’s room for safety, but she’d put her foot down - I need to see the fucking sun, Dad - and Joel had relented. Her room faced the backyard, and they had no neighbors on that side, just a tall fence with motion sensors spaced carefully along it.

Joel doesn’t bother with a lamp, instead making his way straight through to his bathroom and flicking on the light there. As always, he avoids the sight of his reflection, instead turning his back on the mirror and flipping the handle on the shower. He cranks it as hot as he’ll be able to stand and tugs off his clothes, tossing them into a small pile on the floor. He’ll have to do laundry in the morning, get the first load going before Ellie’s awake.

The bathroom is already filling with steam by the time Joel steps under the spray, the water immediately stinging his skin like a thousand small needles. It immediately starts to soothe the aches in his body though, and Joel turns slowly until it’s beating between his shoulder blades.

He’s getting too old for this. Fifty-six, with nearly twenty years of it under his belt. He’s still deadly, sure, one of the best to ever do it as Tess so frequently tells him.

But his recovery times are slower, his reflexes dulling. His already damaged hearing in his right ear is only getting worse.

He’s not far from being a liability - he knows what they do to liabilities.

And he’s got Ellie to think of.

Joel rotates again, sticks his head under the water and lets it sluice down over his face.

He’ll bring it up with Tess soon, Joel thinks. He doesn’t know what the protocol is here - few in his line of work live long enough for it to be a consideration - but they’ll work something out. Better for him to get out now, after a damn near perfect record, while he’s still got enough health and energy to spend with his daughter.

Better that than him getting old and slow, getting sloppy and getting caught.

He shuts the water off and tugs the towel around his waist. The rest of his evening routine he does by rote - dressing, brushing his teeth, turning down his bed - and by the time his head hits the pillow, Joel’s able to slip straight into sleep.

-

He doesn’t usually dream when he sleeps - a side effect, he’d guess, of the way he lives his life. Maybe there’d been nightmares at first, flashes of the lives he’d taken, faint remembrances. But those had stopped with enough time and blood, and his sleep became peaceful again.

Not this night, though.

-

The hallways stretching before him is dark and long, shadows stretching out like fingers, and Joel walks silently as close to the wall as he dares. The floor is less likely to squeak there, but too close to the wall and he’ll brush against a frame or hanging, send it crashing to the ground. Easiest way to get caught, if you’re stupid.

And Joel Miller ain’t stupid.

The first two rooms - a study and a guest room - are clear. Tonight’s unfortunate soul is a widower, a man whose increasingly large debts to Joel’s employer were beyond the point of repayment. Nothing left to do but put the man out of his misery, leave the murky back-end of liquidating the man’s assets to the techies. His only job was making it look natural.

The third room is the master, a four poster bed in the middle, the target in question asleep under the covers.

It’s almost absurdly easy, and Joel leaves the body behind with a mental note to ask Tess for something more challenging next time. He doesn’t know what it says about him that this murder felt boring, but he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.

This is who he is now.

Joel does a final check, sweeping the hall with a flashlight to make sure he left no trace. He’s just clicked the light off when he hears it - a muffled sound of some sort, coming from the only door he hasn’t checked.

Joel advances, feet light, and draws his pistol as he approaches the door, turn the knob slowly with a gloved hand. A faint beam of light meets his eyes, and Joel blinks, inhaling slowly to keep his heart rate low as his eyes adjust.

The sound echoes again, and Joel pushes the door open carefully, pausing when the hinges emit the faintest squeak. Nothing stirs inside, no other sound follows.

Might be a dog or cat, Joel reasons with himself. Wouldn’t be the first time.

After another moment of stillness, he nudges the door open further, eyes scanning back and forth over the room. Taking in the bookshelf, the night light, the tall dresser, the —

The crib against the wall.

Joel’s hand falls limp next to his side, pistol dangling from numb fingertips.

He doesn’t do parents. He’s made that clear to Tess and her bosses a thousand times over. He’ll kill just about anyone, but not if they’ve got kids, and especially not if those kids still live at home. Tess knows - she knows - that’s a hard line for him. So either he was lied to when given the file, or their intel had been bad and they hadn’t known.

But there is - a chubby hand lifts from the crib - there is a baby in the crib. A small, now orphaned child.

Joel orphaned them.

He tucks the pistol into the back of his jeans and takes a careful step closer. And then another, and another, until he’s right next to the crib, hands gripping the railing as he peers down.

Bright brown eyes are staring back up at him, chubby cheeks framing an open mouth. The blanket covering most of her body reads Ellie.

“Ellie,” Joel repeats softly. “‘s that your name?”

A chubby fist waves up at him as if in response.

He should leave. He needs to leave. The job’s done, and the longer he stays here the longer he risks getting caught or leaving behind a trail.

But Ellie is staring up at him from her crib, rosebud mouth opening and closing and little babbles escaping.

He should leave.

But instead Joel bends down, hands carefully scooping underneath her back until she’s cradled against his chest. She rests there easily, something like a contented sigh - if he thought babies could make such a noise - escaping her. The warmth of her against him has something in his chest fracturing, splintering, breaking wide open. All the pieces of him seem to realign, and without thought Joel bends down to pick up her blanket. There’s a nearly full diaper bag by the door, and Joel snags that too.

Ellie doesn’t stir against him as they exit the house through the back and Joel winds them through the trees lining the back of the property. He doesn’t have a car seat, he realizes. He’ll need to get one of those - for the time being Joel lowers himself to sit in the backseat of the car with Ellie still held against him.

He’ll call Tess, Joel decides, back of his finger stroking gently over Ellie’s cheek. She can come get him, get someone else to get his car out of here. She’ll be mad, probably more than a little freaked out, but it ain’t for her to worry about.

Ellie’s his.

She stretches a bit, a small fist making contact with his neck. Immediately Joel starts to rub her back, low voice murmuring in her ear.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I got you.”

-

Joel blinks awake, the familiar sight of his ceiling coming in to focus above him. He doesn’t dream about the night he found Ellie very often, but every time he does it’s as clear as if it had just happened.

A glance at the clock on his nightstand shows it’s nearing on eight, which means Ellie’ll probably be up soon.

He totes his laundry basket down the hall to the laundry room, hitting the power button on the coffee maker when he passes. He’ll get the laundry going, his coffee made, the waffle batter started. And then they can have breakfast together, figure out how they want to spend their Wednesday. It’s summer, so Ellie’s out of school, and he’s off for the day.

Joel strolls over to the window facing the backyard as he sips his coffee, waffle batter made and sitting in the fridge. He’d moved around a lot before Ellie - hazard of the job - but he’d wanted her to have stability, safety. It made it trickier, meant he could take fewer jobs, but he’d stashed up enough money to make that less of a concern.

Tess had predictably lost her shit when she’d found Joel in the back of his car, Ellie snoozing against Joel, but within a matter of hours he’d had a crib and enough supplies to last two weeks. Within three days he’d had a birth certificate listing a dead woman as Ellie’s mother and Joel as her father. Any trace of her in the target’s house had been swiftly and carefully eradicated.

And Ellie had never known about any of it. If Joel had his way, she never would.

A yawn from behind him has Joel turning around, smile spreading across his cheeks at the sight of Ellie shuffling across the living room towards him in her pajamas, hair tousled and eyes half-open. She all but collapses against him, head thunking against his chest as she yawns again.

“Waffles?”

Joel chuckles, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “C’mon, sleepyhead, let’s get you some waffles.”

There was nothing more important to Joel than his daughter. And nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her from learning the truth.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (22)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: M'Baku, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, angst, implied character's death, mentions of suicide (no description)

Indecent Proposal (21)

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Your heart hammers in your chest. Your husbands want to leave the safety of the mansion to go after Rumlow.

“Bucky,“ you cling to him, desperate to stop him from leaving. “I don’t want you to do this. Please stay. I don’t care if he scared me. I’ll just stay inside the house for the rest of my life.”

“Doll,” Steve places his hand on your shoulder. “Rumlow will never stop. He wants revenge and will use you and our babies against us. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You paw at Bucky’s arms, refusing to let him go. He’s already in a tactical suit, and a bulletproof vest, telling you he expects getting shot.

“But…” You cry even harder. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Who’ll dick me down so good if you die?”

“Aw, I’ll always dick you down good,” Bucky coos you. He pecks your hair and whispers filthy words in your ear. “Half-dead or not, a bullet in my ass, I’ll dick you down. That’s a promise.”

You choke out a laugh. “You promise?”

“I promise, baby doll. Stevie and I will come back to give you dick for the rest of your life. You’ll never be empty.”

“You’re a filthy animal, Mr. Barnes,” you purr his name. Slowly you let go of Bucky to cup his face. “You better come back in one piece.” You kiss him softly. “Our babies need you.”

Bucky nods and swallows thickly. He clears his throat when you turn your attention toward Steve.

“—and you, Mr. Rogers,” you grab Steve’s face to kiss him too. “You’ll make sure he doesn’t risk too much. Please come back in one piece. I would miss your dick so much.”

“Doll,” Steve kisses your temple. “We will come back with Rumlow’s head on a silver plate. He’ll regret ever putting his hands on you.”

“STEVE!” Bucky grunts. “You can’t tell her something like that!”

“He wasn’t joking?” you look at Steve, mouth falling open at his serious expression. “I don’t want his head.”

“It’s hunting season and Rumlow’s head will be my trophy.”

A cold shudder runs down your spine at Steve’s words. For the first time, you see the dangerous and deadly man he truly is. He’s dead serious about turning Rumlow’s head into a trophy.

“We won’t put it on a wall,” you scrunch up your nose. “I hate hunting trophies, Steve. I don’t want this kind of thing at my home.”

“We promise to be back in the blink of an eye. You’re safe here, doll. Jake will stay here and check on the cameras. We increased safety once again. Food and everything else you’ll need will get delivered by trusted people. No one we do not know is allowed to enter the mansion.”

Steve tries to calm you by telling you all the preparations, but he scares you even more. What will happen to you and the babies if they do not make it back? Will their enemies take the chance to kill the next generation too?

“Nothing will happen to you and the babies,” Bucky softly speaks to you. He saw the fear in your eyes and tried to calm you. “We have a plan for the worst-case scenario too, Y/N. Do not worry too much. Steve and I intend on coming back to you.”

Steve, Bucky, and you said your goodbyes before they headed out to hunt Rumlow down. You’re still shaking and can’t calm down.

Jake tried to calm you by showing you the cameras and explaining the security system to you. He meant well, but it didn’t help at all.

All you can think of is that your men are out there, following a man who tried to kill you and your unborn children out of spite.

You can only hope and pray that Steve and Bucky keep their promise and come back to you.

“I’ll take the back with Steve, Clint, and Sam,” Steve explains the plan once again. “M’Baku, I want you to take the lead. Storm the front entrance with your team. Make some noise, distract him long enough for us to sneak. I want that bastard alive.”

“Got it,” M’Baku nods and gestures to his team to sneak toward the front entrance. He’s well-trained and knows how to take an enemy down without getting one of his teammates killed.

“My knives are waiting for that bastard,” Bucky clenches and unclenches his fists. “Steve, remember our promise to Y/N. Do not get too reckless in there.”

Steve huffs. “I must watch your back. I cannot get reckless. Do you think he has backup?” He follows Bucky and his team toward the back of the abandoned house, taking a deep breath. “Ready…”

“Ready…” Bucky picks the lock. He grips the door handle and listens closely, waiting to open the door until M’Baku crashes through the front door like the giant he is.

“What the fuck!” Brock aimlessly fires at M’Baku and his team, only hitting their bulletproof vests. He wasn’t prepared for a battle with a whole team. Rumlow prefers complicated plans and attacking people out of nowhere.

“You fucked with the wrong people,” M’Baku aims his shotgun at Rumlow. “You better drop that pitiful gun before I rip your head off with my hands. He bares his teeth and chuckles darkly when Bucky and the others step inside the room. “Did you finally join us, Barnes?”

Rumlow drops his gun. His fight and life are over, and he knows it.

“I didn’t want to steal the show from you,” Bucky shrugs. He puts his gun away, huffing as this was easier than he thought. “No friends to help you, Rumlow?”

“She ratted me out, didn’t she?” Rumlow laughs manically. “I knew that red-haired bitch is not to be trusted. She always tried to stop me from looking into your case.” He dips his head to watch Bucky get a knife out. “I should’ve killed her first.”

“Natasha knows where her loyalty lies,” Bucky shrugs. “We pay her well and protect her. No one touches our allies.”

“Did you fuck her too?” Rumlow spats. He wants to take a step toward Bucky but M’Baku blocks his path. “Get out of my way, bastard. I’ll tear you down.”

“You can try to get past me, buddy,” M’Baku chuckles loudly. No man ever got past him. Rumlow won’t be the only exception. “You’re lucky the bosses want you alive or you’d lie on the ground with a broken neck.”

“So…you came here to kill me. I knew you’d try to silence me to get away with murdering my girl.”

“We didn’t murder your girl,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “We had fun for a while. It’s not our fault she was crazier than a skunk on dope. She tried to kill my husband. Anyone else would’ve ended up dead. I let her live and told her to leave town and go back where she belongs.”

“She decided to kill herself because she didn’t get my husband,” Steve circles Rumlow, smirking as M’Baku puts his hand on Rumlow’s chest to stop him from getting away. “I’m sorry she did this, but we had nothing to do with her death. It was her choice.”

“I offered her a second chance,” Bucky points a knife at Rumlow. “I don’t easily grant people a second chance. She wasted it.” He dips his head to look at the man threatening your life more than once up and down. “Sorry to tell you, but you won’t get a second chance…”

Part 23

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[daemour]

[18.53] Choi San

pairing: san x reader

wc: 540

warnings: jokey gaslighting

genre: fluff, established relationship, e for everyone

this was inspired by @beenbaanbuun's Cold drabble of a similar but flipped nature! San being the furnace that he is.

-

"Get away, San. Not right now," you groan, lying on the floor with your iced tea beside you. "I love you but I am not cuddling you."

"Why not," San whines, inching closer and closer from where he stands across the room. "I just want love from my baby, is that too much to ask?"

“It’s too hot, and you’re like a living furnace. I’m going to melt into the floorboards.” You can hear him shuffling closer and closer to you, and you crack an eye open to muster a weak glare.

San huffs, and you swear he should look into acting because you swear his eyes are glistening with unshed tears. He takes another step forward and you gather energy to roll over a few times to avoid any potential radiating body heat from your loving heater.

“San,” you groan, drawing out the vowel in his name and squeezing your eyes shut. “Please, I’ll cuddle you later tonight when the fan is blowing through my body into my bones. Just not right now.”

“So you hate me.”

You crack an eye open to see San’s pouting face and stick your tongue out at him. “Nuh-uh, mister. It’s not going to work on me this time. No gaslighting here. This is a no-gaslighting zone. There’s a sign.”

You point to a hastily written post-it note on your fan. You’ve learnt your lesson quickly after San utilised his new skill (that you told him about) on you to get you to cuddle during the winter. This only makes a small wrinkle appear between your boyfriend’s eyebrows.

“But I want to cuddle you,” he whines loud enough to put a toddler who was just told ‘no’ to shame. “Why would you deprive me of my one joy in life?”

You blink up at him, the epitome of innocence. “So you only use me for cuddles? Isn’t my happiness enough to be your one joy in life, hence, you should wait to cuddle till tonight?”

San glares at your bulletproof argument…at least you thought it was bulletproof. But a glint sparks in his eye. “YN, you said it yourself. You broke the rule. It’s a no gaslighting zone.”

“Now, hold up! I wasn’t gaslighting! I was just…trying to clarify! There was no gaslighting happening.”

San shakes his head slowly. “Nuh-uh. You can’t trick me this time. And you know what your punishment will be?” He inches closer. “Cuddles.”

Now it’s your turn to whine, but it doesn’t stop San from getting down onto the floor with you, throwing his arms around you to pull you into his chest. And, just as you expected and feared, his body is radiating heat like nobody's business. You groan, trying to wriggle enough space between your bodies for some airflow, but there’s no winning against San’s grip.

“Stop shifting so much and maybe you won’t be so hot,” San chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back as he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

You sigh like all of life’s problems are weighing down on you. “Yeah, yeah. Can you move the fan in front of me?”

As the cooling breeze settles in front of you, you finally let San take his win…once again.

[patronsaint-ofswitchbladefights]

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[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight

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“Okay, that’s going to be an hour,” I say, pressing the power button. Finally, I made eye contact with Jungkook, who was now busy smelling the fabric softener in my basket. 

“Hhmm, peaches, that’s why you smell so nice,” he grins softly, meeting my eyes. I hide my flustered state with a giggle and pack up. Hoping that something comes up so he can leave, I ask if he has any plans for tonight. He shakes his head. 

“Nope, which reminds me, there's going to be a welcome party at one of the frat houses, you should come,” he says, his doe eyes sparkling under the basement lights. I genuinely try to give it a chance, but the mere thought of another party is making me nauseous. 

“Oh no thank you, I really should just stay back and focus on school,” I reply with a soft smile, hoping he would get the hint. 

“Come on Mira, it's only the second week. Plus, Jiah and Jimin will be there as well.” Jungkook says, not breaking our eye contact. 

“Well, I'll think about it, but thank you again for the invitation. Anyways, why are you so determined to make me go?” I laugh, flipping my hair to the side feeling my ego rise as we speak. 

“Have you become obsessed with me already?” I tease. 

“Relax Kenough, I want to redeem myself from the last party. That was sleep-deprived Jungkook,” he scoffs, leaning back on the laundry machine. 

“Ok ok well, can't wait to see your redemption arc,” I tease, sticking out my tongue as I make my way to the exit door. Jungkook follows behind.

--

When Jungkook said he didn't have any plans for tonight he really meant it. For the next hour, we just walked around campus and talked about our life before university. He was in a band with Tae and Jimin when they were in high school called, Bulletproof Boys. I had to laugh. 

“And you dared to make fun of my shirt?” I cackle, trying to maintain my composure at the goofy name. 

“YAH! That was the best option, be glad we didn't go with Tae's idea, The JJV” he quickly scoffs back, stuttering from frustration. I can't help but begin to hiccup from all the laughing. 

“JJV? That sounds like a disease … or a cult. Did you guys even want to attract girls or …?” I giggle, looking him dead in the eyes. He pushes me gently before sitting on the bench in front of the dorm building. 

“So, have you decided yet?” Jungkook quickly changes the subject as I take a seat beside him. Amid the giggles, I look up at him with confusion. 

“Oh, you meant the party? I mean sure, I guess, I'm feeling better now. Anyways, who would want to miss out on the opportunity of seeing a not sleep-deprived Jungkook?” I smile at him, sticking out my tongue. 

“Be careful Miraya, you might manifest something,” he leans in, giving me a grin. I pretend to puke and walk to the entrance. Again, Jungkook follows like a puppy, teeth peeking through his soft smile. 

--

7:00 p.m.

Jiah: Hey lovely, are you almost ready? I’ll pick you up in about 15 mins. 

I look down at my phone, hair still in rollers as I touch up my makeup. My body tenses up, nerves are at an all-time high. I’m still not 100% sure about going but evidently, it’s too late now. What’s the big deal? It’s just going to be me and Jiah, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. Stop it, Mira. I dismiss the tension and quickly fix up my hairdo with a layer of hairspray. 

We were at the destination within the next hour, both of us looking great as usual. Jiah wore her new mini silk dress with a sweetheart neckline. Hair in a half-up, half-down style she was giving sexy princess vibes. I was contemplating between two options but decided to go with a black ruffle mini-dress with my knee-high boots, leaving my hair down in soft curls. Borderline looking like I planned on cosplaying someone from Pirates of the Caribbean, but hey, it looked good so who am I to change? 

The welcome party was set at a huge frat house. Very surreal as I’ve never seen one in real life, let alone stepped foot into it. After leaving our Uber, I could see the mob of people flowing in through the entrance door lit by bright neon lights. Jiah gives me a reassuring smile as we blend into the madness. 

“Hey, girls!” I hear Jimin’s voice waving from across the room. Jiah waves back as we try to make it through the crowd of people, some of whom are already tipsy while others are too busy busting down moves on the dance floor. The whole place smells of alcohol and a mix of every perfume you can think of.  

“Hi baby,” Jiah melts into Jimin’s embrace as I say hi to the rest of the guys. 

“Hey Flip-flops, don’t you look nice?” I hear Tae’s tease as he salutes a hello. My eyes can’t help but roll, as I giggle at him. 

“Hey Tae, you don’t look too shabby yourself,” I grin with a soft smile. We spend some time catching up before I ask about Jungkook’s whereabouts. 

“He should be by the food table, said he was going to get us drinks,” Tae replies as I nod and excuse myself before heading to the said place. 

It was like looking for Waldo, everyone looked identical under the dim lights. Before heading back to the group with a plate full of various snacks, I’m halted by the feel of a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hi Peaches” Jungkook whispers into my ear. My eyes widen as he smiles back, his doe eyes somehow still sparkling. 

“Oh, peaches?” I giggle raising my right eyebrow. 

“What? Tae can call you flip-flops but you draw the line on peaches?” he grins, leaning back on the table, taking the plates off of my hands. I try to talk back but he is already walking back to the group, looking back at my appalled state. 

--

So far the party was nice, we talked, or should I say gossiped, ate lots of food, and drank. I am not intrigued by the idea of alcohol, but it fits the theme tonight so I let loose. However, from the few instances that I did consume it, I can definitely say I’m a light drinker. The phenomenon proved itself once again, as I found myself swaying on the dance floor after two tequila cocktails. Jiah and Jimin decided to take a breather outside, while Tae was busy playing beer pong with his other buddies. 

“Please don’t stop the music … music … music,” I muttered under my breath as Rihana blasted on the speaker. With my hands in the air and eyes closed my body gave into the ambience. Before I could mutter the next lyric I was interrupted by Jungkook’s presence. 

“There you are, baby,” he says, his body filling the space between us. His hands pretend to rest on my waistline, cautious to not make actual contact. 

“Baby?” I question, looking up at his concentrated face. My eyes are hazed, lids heavy as I try to make out what is happening. 

“It was either that or some random stranger disturbing you,” he whispers into my ear, as I feel his lip ring on my skin. I was too drunk to even notice the guy in question, but something about Jungkook’s protective side made me step closer. 

“I like baby more than peaches,” I tip-toe, trying to reach his ear, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. Within a split second, my sober consciousness revokes my action, backing away as my gaze lowers to the floor. I try to shake my head before letting out a soft sorry. 

Jungkook steps closer and lifts my chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes meet mine as he lets out a little chuckle. 

“You can be my baby for tonight,” he reassures, knowing dam well that he would be dead on a stick if I was sober. However, right now, neither of us protest the tension as our bodies groove with the music. My hands are once again on his shoulders, as he gently pulls me closer by the waist. Eyes locked on each other, the room becomes silent. For a moment, it was just the two of us. 

“You look beautiful by the way,” he whispers into my ear as I lean my head on his chest, feeling the fatigue build up. I try to reply with a soft thank you before feeling my heavy lids close. Jungkook’s hold on my body becomes firmer, as I melt into his embrace, the smell of his cologne blending in with my perfume.  

Before he could check on my state, Jungkook was interrupted by a bright flash coming from Tae’s phone camera. His boxy smile grows wider when he analyzes the situation on the dance floor. Pocking out his tongue he teases Jungkook with the photo, before taking a sip of water in hopes of sobering up. 

“How did this happen?” Tae chuckles, trying to see if I was still awake. His hands inches away from moving some stands of hair out of my face before being interrupted by Jungkook tsk. Tae shakes his head, raises his hands and backs away with a wide smile, rolling his eyes.

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[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - February 11th - Week

I’m traveling this weekend for my niece’s quinceanera so I’m sharing a list of my favorite fics that I posted on twitter last year. It’s still some of my favorite fics of all time, so this week go show them some love or send me some of YOUR favs, and I’ll be back next Sunday with our regularly scheduled weekly reading. 

~*~ 

Open Field in Front of Him by orphan_account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling

"Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”

The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

Bulletproof by foxxcub

At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark.

By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark's fuck buddy.

dick drunk by mistymountainking

“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” Steve says, pulling away only a fraction of an inch to say it, a promise as deep and certain as the look in his eyes, “and you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, Tony.”

Tony wants a drink. Steve gives him something else.

Sixpence In His Shoe by scifigrl47

Steve and Tony should really read the fine print on what they're signing. Then again, some mistakes are not really mistakes.

Straight on till Morning by Sineala

Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.

For the Love of a Dragon by Captain_Panda

If it was between you and your dragon, who would you save?

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!

Never Too Late for Love by Sineala

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one.

Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.

And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

Toy Soldiers by copperbadge

When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn't expect it to lead to a relationship. Or that Tony would find out he's not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.

there are still beautiful things by meidui

The day Tony takes Steve home from the New York Army National Guard is the best day of his life.

I've got you under my skin by sirona

Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

The Foodieverse by copperbadge, scifigrl47

It's an AU where everyone works in the food industry. That makes total sense and is definitely not wildly irrational on any axis.

do you fondue? by calciseptine

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

Homefront by copperbadge

Steve Rogers is a capable leader, a kind and cheerful man, a good friend, a strong role model, and a loyal soldier. He's also teetering on the edge of suicide.

stress relief by romanoff

They don't love each other. They barely even like each other.

The Jar by Sineala

The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names -- the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they'll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony's got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve -- and when Tony can't use the names he's already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc 

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

ad astra by Areiton 

The first time he kissed Tony Stark, the stars danced overhead.

[l-michalska-writer]

bookplots for the book i'm writing / pt.4

Don’t you understand? Only you decide what breaks you.

I wish I knew how to hold you.

You say you don’t know who I am anymore and the truth is, I don’t either.

Though none of it makes sense, I still end up loving you.

Just tell me what it is that you want.

How the hell did I end up losing you again?

Let us be over with it.

There was a time when you made my demons disappear.

I lost myself. Cause you weren’t there to help me.

I still love you. Even though I know it’s wrong.

I didn’t tell you all my secrets just to pour my heart out, believe me.

When you’re not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.

Well, you look like yourself but you’re somebody else.

Well you talk like yourself but I hear someone else.

Now you’re making me nervous.

I know you’re only gonna break my heart all over again.

I don’t know why I even bother.

You say you’re fine but I know you’re not.

I’ll show you I’m the right guy to figure you out.

I’ve known you forever, I’ve figured you out.

I said I’d find a way to never lose you but it turns out I was wrong.

Here I am, just broken and confused.

You’ve won, okay? Now leave me alone.

I think you broke me though you didn’t mean to.

Fooling myself that I’ll never love again…

I know you love me. But maybe you’re just not enough.

You don’t look at me the way you used to.

Oh, my God, am I enough?

I wanna be what you want.

When did you forget about us?

Not to self diagnose, but something’s wrong.

You broke me, but I still love you.

We were never allowed to be just kids. Though we tried to.

Why can’t I hate you?

Not together, but connected.

We were never allowed to dream.

Don’t you already know how it hurts to love me?

Say the words I never told you.

As I watch you fade away…

I wish I knew how to hold you.

You took it too far.

She’s just a stupid girl with too big dreams.

I’m never gonna give my heart away. I already made that mistake.

Broken heart is all that’s left.

You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug.

Yes, I lost myself without you. Is that what you wanted to hear?

I wish I knew how to love you.

Is it too late to turn around?

I don’t feel like I’m yours anymore. And I used to love that feeling.

Looking back, I guess I should’ve seen it coming.

Love me with your worst intentions.

Hit me with the worst you got.

Is it too late to apologize?

You didn’t think to mention it to me?!

Back to the days when the days were better.

From now on, it’s you and me.

All of what I came through just made bulletproof.

You did what you did, now live with it.

And there is no us anymore.

There was a time I would take a bullet for you.

Why do we keep coming back for more pain?

I never learned to use my shallow heart.

And there is no mistaking, the love is gone.

You’re driving me crazy.

Do you even need anyone? Do you need ME?

You’re all I’ll ever need.

I hope you give me just one more chance to make you mine.

I should have known you’d never put me first.

I’ve been told to get you off my mind.

And I just wonder what it’d take to make you stay.

I guess all of the mountains that I moved just weren’t enough.

I’m not ready to be just another one of your mistakes.

I got nothing but you on my mind.

If we go down, then we go down together.

I’m tired of staying up all night with you on my mind.

Baby love me now or never.

I’m bad at love but you can’t blame me for trying.

You’re bad at love.

I’m afraid you’re gonna walk away.

Empty promises were made…

What was it all for?

What have you ever done for me?

I would break my heart again for you.

If you wanna come in, leave your feelings by the door.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Keep your promises.

You better keep your promises.

[ohtobeleah]

Enterprise // Jake Seresin

Chapter Four: Rat in the Ranks

Summary: There’s a rat in Jake Seresins Ranks and you’re sure of it. After coming to after a home job stitch job done by Bob Floyd—you stumble upon a plot that goes deeper than you know.

Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, lewd language. Jake Seresin x Female Reader. Male x Female fighting sequence. Major character death. (Sorry not Sorry)

Word Count: 5.3k

Author Note: I’ll probably Try get another chapter out for Sunday, but please don’t quote me darlings I have a busy week. Also: tumblr still hasn’t fixed that bug with read more on the app—just an FYI

Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |

Rain. Without it the world would surely shrivel up like a prune. That’s what his father told him as a child when Jake had complained about not being able to play outside. 

Jake hated when it rained, he could hear the gentle sound of rainfall falling outside the slightly ajar window and with every droplet that smacked against the window itself? He was reminded of how much time had passed him by that he’d been sitting in Bob Floyd’s spare bedroom watching you sleep. 

Jake wanted you to be able to smell it though —it had been something he remembered you mentioning once when you’d come over with your father for one of their monthly meetings. You’d complained about how muggy it was, that the humidity lingering in the air was messing up your hair. But the smell had been delightful. The smell of rain was something you wished you could bottle up and sell for a pretty penny. It was and always would be one of your favourite things. 

The smell of rain. 

Your eyelids were heavy as they fluttered open, Jake quickly turned his gaze from the window he’d been staring out of back to you, watching as you came to after what felt like a million years in a deep sleep. He watched reluctantly as you tried rolling over in the white bed linen you found yourself entangled in. A small groan escaped from your parked lips as you frowned, frustrated that you were waking up. You hadn’t noticed Jake Seresin sitting in the corner of the room. 

“No–” You grumbled. Twisting as you sighed and tried to find a comfortable position once again. All was right with the world until you felt a sharp radiating pain shoot through your left shoulder as you applied pressure to rest up on your elbows to look around the bedroom you were unfamiliar with. “Ah fuck–what the hell?” You hissed out, cupping your shoulder as you sat up and doubled over. “Fuck—“ 

Looking down, you were clad in a spaghetti strap nightgown which stopped just above the middle of your thigh, it definitely wasn't something you owned. You were more of a neutral tone, black and white kind of gal. Baby pink wasn’t your style, not that you had anything against the colour in general–it just definitely wasn't yours. 

The nightwear was accompanied by a bandage which wrapped around your shoulder and the upper part of your chest, holding what felt like thick padding against a wound. Sitting up you could feel tears threatening to spill over from the pain, but quickly wiped them away, reminding yourself who you were. 

“Stop moving around so much you’ll pop your stitches.” Before you could untangle yourself from the mess on sheets a gruff voice was coming from the other side of the room. Jake Seresin had been sitting at the cream coloured armchair in the corner in a small study nook set up nice and neat. Just a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips. “Bob does a good job but it’s not bulletproof—“ Jake paused, the corner of his lip twitching at his own joke. “And as it turns out, neither are you Widow.” 

His eyes were bloodshot and heavy as Jake slowly stood from the place he’d been perched in for what felt like years. Just watching you sleep, like you were his responsibility to watch over. Your eyes never left Jake's exposed torso as you watched him, almost believing you were dreaming when he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“You look like ass.” Jake teased as you scoffed at him softly, smacking the palm of your hand into his sternum as he playfully let out a fake groan. “Guess you still pack a punch.” 

“You’re here?” You questioned with a frown. “I thought for sure you would have dropped me off somewhere and run for the hills—“ All Jake did in response was kiss your forehead softly. 

“And miss listening to you drown on about how I got you shot? Please—I wouldn’t miss that attitude for love nor money, Widow.” Jake Seresin and the act of simple niceties didn’t usually coexist in the same realm of possibility let alone in the same universe, but as he sat with you, just being in your presence, you felt the need to see just how far you could push your luck. “How’s the shoulder feeling?”

“Almost as bad as you’re looking.” You gestured for Jake to lay down beside you. “When’s the last time you slept Capo?” The corner of his mouth curled upwards into a slight grin before letting out a tiny sigh. He couldn’t remember. 

“No rest for the wicked kid.” Jake answered back before entangling himself in the sheets behind you, wrapping you in his strong arms as you turned away from him, feeling Jake pull you close and flush to his chest while being careful not to hurt your injured shoulder which Bob had only hours ago stitched up and wrapped. 

“Where are we, this isn’t your room? And it certainly isn’t mine.” You asked softly as Jake traced unidentifiable shapes into your lower back. Trailing kisses across parts of your shoulder that weren’t covered in Bob's bandage work. 

“Bob’s guest room, Coyote called as we were driving back to mine, said some of Bradshaw's men were waiting ambush style. Told us to get the hell outta dodge before something serious went down.” Jake's voice was low and raspy, his heartbeat steady as he held his girl against his chest. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you like I promised I would.” You only thought for a moment as to why Coyote would be at Jake's house to begin with, why was he there if Jake wasn't home? but as Jake held you tighter than he ever had before, more intimately than ever before—you quickly discarded the thought. 

“Don’t apologise, apologies only show weakness and weakness is what gets you killed Hangman.” You slowly turned in Jake's arms, manoeuvring yourself on top of him as you laid between his thighs. Curling your nail around the Death Adder tattoo he wore with such pride. “Besides, if Rooster really wanted me dead he wouldn’t have logged a slug in my shoulder, he would’ve put it somewhere where more damage could be done, it was a warning.” Jake’'s hands coaxed your nighty up your legs as his hands fell softly against your exposed ass cheeks, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips ever so slightly as you looked into his deep emerald green eyes. “He wants a war? He’ll get one, but he won't be happy with how it ends.” 

Jake, although still coming down from the adrenaline that flooded his system at the thought of losing you, still loved the way you held your head high with pride and dignity. You were young and a force to be reckoned with. You were nothing but capable of taking on Bradley Bradshaw, Jake was only there to remind you of that. 

“I was really worried you were gone” Jake admitted softly. “For a moment there I really had thought that I’d failed you.” You could have melted on the spot if Jake had been any more teeth rottenly sweet. His finger turned trailing up your back to leave goosebumps all over your skin. “That I’d lost you.” 

You couldn’t help but to smirk, chuckling softly as your lips turned upright into a cheeky grin. 

“There’s absolutely no way in hell I’d leave you to take over all of Fitzroy, you can’t get rid of me that easy Seresin.” Jake groaned as he lifted you upwards on his body, now straddling his waist you dropped the spaghetti straps off your shoulders one after the other, exposing your tits to a wide-eyed Jake. 

“Holy—“ The bandage covered just above your left tit, all was on display above him as the nighty pooled at her stomach. “You’re the most precious thing aren’t you.” Jake didn’t expect you to reply, he was talking aloud to himself. Realising that he’d truly told you how beautiful he thought you were. So intelligent and interesting he found you to be, although he knew a dark side lurked right around the corner. Like Jekyll and Hyde.

“You know” you leaned over, biting your bottom lip before rubbing your nose against Jakes. “We never did seal the deal?” You sucked Jake's bottom lips between yours as Jake’s hands gripped your ass firmly with both hands. “I reckon we do that, right—“ You kissed Jake quickly. “This.” Again, you kissed him, this time longer as you moved your hips slightly to feel the erection straining against the sweats Jake wore. “Second.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake confessed through a whisper. He’d never been a praying man, but as he held your bloodied body in his arms in the back of Bob Floyd’s Jeep, Jake secretly told whatever God was listening that he’d trade it all in tomorrow if you lived. If they didn’t take you away from him. If they let you live long enough to maybe get that life you longed for—the simple one you always wanted. 

“Who said I don’t want to be hurt?” You said with enough conviction that it made Jake twitch in his sweats before you started to grind your hips over Jake’s growing bulge, his hand coming to squeeze against your right ass cheek earning him a moan from you in response as you worked yourself over him. “Wanna fuck you Jake, slow and deep.” You begged before attaching your lips to his collarbone, sucking round purple marks against the sensitive skin as you trailed down along his chest. 

Jake's thumbs dipped into the waistband of his sweats and boxer briefs to pull them down as you lifted yourself momentarily before going right back to business, grinding on top of Jake while marking your territory. Claiming Jake as your own. 

“Fuck need to feel you, pretty girl, you know I love feeling your tight little cunt around me.” Jake's hand slapped against your ass as you gripped his cock and teased your entrance with his tip. “I’m only letting you be on top because you’re injured, in any other circumstance you know I’d have you face down ass up just how I like you.” Jake confessed as you sunk down onto his throbbing cock. “Widow—fuckk—“ Taking Jake slowly till he bottomed out, a snug fit as he felt you clench around the bottom of his shaft. “Uh— fuck Y/n!”

“Don’t pity me now Hangman, I’m on top because I’m the Queen of Fitzroy.” You reminded Jake before starting your assault, bouncing up and down as his cock slid easily inside you, dripping arousal around him, making the walls of his length irresistibly slippery. “D-don't even t-try to deny you love the sight of me on top of you.” You were grinding yourself in figure eight motions down on Jake in between bounces, feeling him so deep inside you.

“Fuckk— come er.” Jake groaned, pulled you down so your chest was flat against his, his knees coming to bend upwards as his hips left the bed, thrusting hard into you as harsh gasps left your slacked open mouth as Jake took over completely. “Oh god Y/n, baby you feel so fucking good, such a pretty cunt.” 

“Oh god! Ahh, Jake yess! Harder! Don’t f-fuckin stop Uhhh—“ Jakes pace got faster and harder, the sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass cheeks echoed off the walls in between the sounds of your mixedmoans and whimpers. “Jake—“ 

“What’s my name?” Jake questioned out of breath before slapping his hand hard against the flesh of your supple and sensitive ass. “Come on Widow what’s my fucking name baby.” Jake didn’t slow down as he twisted his hand up into your hair to pull your head back slightly, exposing your neck so he could ravage it. “Say. It.” 

“Uh Jake!” You screamed before another slap came down against the already raw mark. Jake showed no mercy as he fucked you rough and needy like. Using your body to get himself off. 

“Wrong answer!” He hissed before picking up the speed of his thrust a little faster. Your hand came to wrap around his neck, applying minimal pressure as you could barely focus on anything but wanting to cum as you looked him in the eyes with a mixture of lust and love.

If it had been any other woman roaming planet earth right, Jake ‘The Hangman’ Seresin would have put a bullet in between their eyes if they had wrapped their hand around his throat the way you did. 

But because it was you, Jake allowed it. 

“Ahh— Hangman” Whimpering as you grew closer to your orgasm, your felt the coil in your stomach winding to a point beyond return as the feeling of euphoria came over you, one of Jake's thumbs can to quickly slide along your bottom lip, collecting your own spit before going down to run circles against your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—“ 

“That’s right, pretty girl, I’m The Hangman and you're mine, all fucking mine—so show me how the Hangman makes your cum.” Jakes orders sent you hurtling straight towards an orgasm, cumming hard around his cock as he fucked up into your slower than he had been but stil oh so deep, feeling him inside your gut.

“Oh fuck! fuck— Jake I’m cumming ohhhh god YES!”

The feeling of your velvet walls pulsing around his cock was far too much for Jake to handle as he followed you to his own high, hot ropes of cum mixing with your own as Jake spilled his load inside you—falling into a heap on top of him as he fell down against the mattress, his cock throbbing inside you as you both sighed out in relief and revelled in the euphoric silence, enjoying the high together.

“Hop off and lay down on your back, legs spread for me Widow.” Jake ordered before he was helping you off of him. “Wanna enjoy the show.” Jake moved effortlessly down between your legs, kissing your stomach every inch he ventured past, making quick work of throwing your legs up over his shoulders. “Wanna watch you cream for me.” Jake could see your pussy just dripping with the mixture of his and your own cum, slowly leaking out. 

“Jake—“

“Fuck you’re incredible, look at this pretty pussy just throbbing for me.” Jake never took his eyes off yours as he licked a long and slow stripe up your dripping pussy—collecting the creamy mixture he’d just filled you with. Tasting himself. “Fucking delectable.” 

“Oh God—Jake—“ The way you moaned his name was his new addiction and Jake was a full blown addict. Chasing the next fix of his favourite drug. You. 

“All for me hey? Push the rest out beautiful, wanna see how full I made you.” You do as you're told as Jake swipes the pad of his thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing the mixture out as you arched off the bed slightly. “Fuck—“ Jake catches a little on his fingertips before pushing it back inside you, curling his fingers a few times against your fucked out velvet walls. “Again.” He whispers before spitting on pussy to create more arousal. 

You did what you were told, abiding by Jake’s orders as he watched your drip his cum once more for him, pushing the mixture out one final time. 

“Such a pretty girl aren’t you?” He groaned before coming up to press his lips against yours. holding your face between his palms as he laid between your open legs. 

“There, consider our deal officially sealed—“ Jake wasn’t sure what it felt like to be in love, but whatever he felt for you surely had to be close to it if not it. He knew as he looked into your eyes there was something there, he could see it—feel it as his heart skipped a single but important beat when he watched a soft smile creep across your beautiful face. 

He was fucked, Jake knew it, mixing business with pleasure never ended well but there was no way in hell he was going back now. Leaning in as he took your neck hostage, whispering two worlds into your ear that made every part of you shiver in arousal. Two words that meant far more than either of you probably knew. 

 “My Queen.”

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With some borrowed jeans of Lexis, a white T-shirt and a pair of boots, you twisted your hair up into a messy bum before making your way into the kitchen after showering with Jake, needing help due to your shoulder not being able to get wet. 

“Hey Widow, long time no see?” Bob was sitting at the island bench on his laptop, most likely searching to see if any news had spread from the events of last night. So far, nothing. “How's the South Side treating you? Miss Katipo Capo.” All you did was bush the big eyed bigger hearted tease off your shoulders, walking around to kiss Bob on the cheek until he was blushing and bashful. He was quick to trap the hand you’d placed on his shoulder with his, keeping you still for a moment before he let go. 

“Morning Bob.” You beamed at the man clad with round glasses that made him look all kinds of innocent. But an innocent man Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was not. “Hey I just wanted to say thank you for everything, for the clothes, the emergency surgery, the safe haven.” You came to sit down on the stool next to him. “I know it’s a lot for you to tiptoe on the outskirts when you wanted out, so I just wanted to let you know I really appreciate it.” Bob just looked at you like he had no idea what you were talking about? Did you think that he’d voluntarily raised his hand to help or something? That he welcomed you, The South Side Widow into his humble abode just because he felt like it? 

No—if Bob Floyd had a choice you wouldn’t be here, but he didn’t. Jake had made that abundantly clear when he held a gun to his head and told him to get you somewhere safe after Coyotes call. Not in the mood for negotiating. All Bob thought about was his family, so he did what he had to do in order to keep on keeping on. 

Bob just closed his laptop slowly as he spun towards you, his knee brushing yours as he leaned in to check if any blood had seeped through his wrap job. Humming in delight and surprise when all he saw were clean and crisp bandages. He’d still need to change the dressing underneath though. 

“Not a problem.” Bob lied through a lippy smile. “Really, I honestly thought it was Jake hurt to begin with. I didn't think for a moment you would let something that dumb happen.” Again, you let the comment roll off your shoulders as you watched with curious eyes as Bob picked the silver bullet up from the bench. “I believe this belongs to you, I sanitised it, don't worry.” Bob chucked before placing it in your open outstretched palm. “Nine millimeter, If it had been any lower it would have clipped an artery—so I’d consider yourself lucky or Roosters just a bad aim.” 

“This is the one you pulled from my shoulder?” 

“The very one.” Bob confirmed as he took notice of the marks that trailed up and down the expanse of your neck, his mind flicking back to the way Jake had reacted to what was supposed to be his rival being shot in the shoulder—what the fuck was going on between the two of you? “Could’ve done a lot more damage too but you should recover without too much of a concern if you stay out of trouble.” 

“Trouble? In this town?” You taunted as Bob laughed along with you. The last time you saw Bob was just before his messy exit from the Death Adders, his hair was a little longer these days. Probably due to the fact he wanted to grow it out. Usually the type of guy to keep everything trimmed and tidy. But with so much time spent on bed rest and in and out of hospital, he just didn’t care anymore. It would have been driving Lexi completely mental, but then again—she would have just been counting her lucky stars she still had her husband around. 

His eyebrow was still slightly split, it had been split almost to his skull and would leave a nasty scar behind. Bob's right eye socket still looked like it was tinted a little green, probably still fractured underneath. Jake was indeed right when all he said was that Bob was “recovering.” He had purchased a small house just outside Fitzroy in what had always been referred to as ‘No man's land, a tiny stretch of land that regardless of what Gang or part of town you came from it was a safe haven no one could touch, his family was safe and as of right now so were you and Jake.

“Where’s Molly and Lexi?” You asked as you stood to look out the window, thinking about just how much of a coincidence it was that Bradley Bradshaw knew Jake was with you last night, how he knew that last night was the opportune moment to strike. Your mind wandered back to what Jake had said about Coyote, how he knew Roosters men were waiting to ambush Jake back at his own home. Your mind didn’t take long to fill with worry. 

Fill with fear that Jake had a rat in his ranks. 

“Sent them to Lex’s mothers house, I didn’t want to risk them being hurt even if we’re safe here.” It hurt to hear, but you knew you were a danger to Bob's  family. “I just wanted extra peace of mind.” Bob met Lexi when he was only seventeen, a pure at heart golden girl with the world at her doorstep.

Lexi of all people, with her bubbly personality and happy go lucky attitude didn’t deserve to live a life of crime. She chose Bob despite his upbringing, despite his lifestyle but he made it his mission once she took his last name that he would be a better man, and as far as you were concerned he kept that promise. 

Somewhere in a trance, you hardly listened to Bob as he spoke about how he would re-dress your wound in a few minutes just as soon as he got a chance to ask Jake exactly what the next move was going to be. Bob didn’t want to be brought back into this too deep but was willing to help as much as he could. He knew if he didn’t Jake would probably flip his world upside down. 

“That’s great Bob, hey do you know where Jake's keys are? I left something in the glove box.” You spoke with a blank face as you looked for the car keys, finding them mixed in with Bob’s Jeep keys in the bowl sitting on the bench. “Be back in two secs.” You pressed your lips together as you reached for the keys, pocketing them casually as Bob opened his laptop up again. 

You were out the door before Bob even logged back in, hearing the door slam behind you as he went back to his search. 

“Where are you—“ Looking around inside the car for Coyote's gun, you knew Jake would have picked it up off the ground after Bradshaw used it to shoot you last night, disposing of it in the drive before making his getaway. “Ah, gotcha—“ Finding it in the backseat you were quick to unload the clip to find it blank.

“Fuck” You mumbled before opening the glove box to find four other loaded guns to choose from, jumping in the driver’s seat you started the car and without hesitation followed your gut instinct. 

Something wasn’t right and you could smell a rat a mile away if you ever knew one. Jake wasn't quick enough, running out onto the drive just moments after you had sped off towards Jake’s house on the other side of town, the same house which you had been warned to keep clear from by Coyote the previous night. Your phone began to ring in your back pocket, letting it go to voicemail you knew it was Jake losing his mind. The text dial soon followed, quickly pulling it up out of your pocket as you glanced down at the text.

Hangman: “Get your fucking ass back here with my car!”

Hangman: “I’m not playing games kid get back here now!” 

Hangman: “For fuck sake Y/n you are injured!! Don’t forget that!” 

You threw your phone down onto the seat beside you, your mind clouded with nothing but the theory Jake had a rat in the ranks. Before you knew it you were pulling up outside Jake’s house, only to see Coyotes Blacked out G-wagon was parked in the empty drive. “Mother Fucker—“ 

Pulling out a gun from the collection Jake kept in his glove box, you checked the clip, making sure it was fully loaded before shoving it down the back of your jeans before grabbing another to walk in with ready to go. Javy must’ve been there all night, the front door was left unlocked as you made your way into the familiar foyer of Jake's luxury house, all paid for using dirty money earned through years of unregistered blackjack and poker games, drugs and strippers. 

As you made your way further into Jake's home, You heard footsteps coming from the upstairs study as you slowly skulked up the staircase, peering into the room you noticed piles of paperwork and reports scattered over the entire study floor. The same study you had just been in with Jake begging him for protection. The bookcase that held all his fathers old literature collection was now empty as the books were thrown everywhere. Discarded in haist. 

Jake's study had been ransacked but for what? Your heart raced inside your chest as you heard movement before drawing your gun and hiding behind the wall, Javy Machado soon came into your line of sight as he spoke on the phone pressed to his ear. Holding it between his shoulder and ear as he flipped through files thrown across Jake's desk frantically—looking for something that clearly wasn’t there. 

“I'm telling you now Rooster there's nothing here alright, he’s got nothing on the girl or what he’s planning to do.” Javy went silent as he listened to what Bradley had to say before he silently nodded. “She’s smart but hasn’t got the muscle men Jake does—I wouldn’t technically say she’s a threat.” 

Before you heard any more of the conversation, you quickly fired one shot into the study above Coyotes head, causing him to duck and drop the phone. “Fuck!” 

“I thought I smelt a rat, Javy you bastard!” You hissed before entering the study, pointing the gun as he squirmed along the ground to take cover underneath Jake's desk.

“Thought you would’ve been dead by now Y/n, maybe I should’ve shot you myself when I had the chance!” He spat, popping up from behind the desk as you fired a round his way blindly as Coyote threw a throwing knife into your right thigh before you could even register what had happened. 

“Ahh—“ In complete shock you groaned as you pulled the knife out and dropped it to the ground along with your gun. “Fuck!” Cupping your hand over your thigh, you watched the blood seep through your fingers. But you were fine, you were okay, you were alright. Right? 

Wrong. 

“You’re a deadman when Hangman gets a hold of you.” You stepped towards Javy as he stepped out from behind the old oak desk Jake's father had left him. “Bet you were the piece of shit who tried to choke me out last night huh?” You were the one who lurched forward first, starting the hand to hand fight, no guns, no knives—just bare knuckles and pure stupidity versus strength. 

“Wasn’t me, sweetheart.” Javy chuckled as he took your fist in his palm, stopping you from making a connection with his nose as he spun you around—your back flush against his chest. “Back off, before you get hurt.” Javy warned, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if he had to—but there were bigger plans ahead for you. Much bigger. 

“Well whoever the fuck it was didn't do a good enough job!” You shouted as you smacked your head back against his nose, spinning around to push him up against the wall, Javy let you though—giving you a little head start as you laid a solid punch to his nose before his hand outstretched going straight for your neck, slamming you down into the desk as you clawed at his hand which was violently constricting your airways. The stitches from the wound Bob had fixed slightly coming apart. “Coyote-“ 

“If it was me I would’ve shot you right between those pretty eyes Y/n.” Javy jerked your neck into the desk before you kicked your leg up right into his gut, forcing him to stumble backwards as you gasped for air. “You fucking bitch—when will you realise this is bigger than you!” You came off the desk and walked straight over to where Coyote stood doubled over, winded. Your thigh leaking blood into Lexi’s blue jeans with every step you took.

“You’ll have to do better than that Javy!” You spat venom his way, balling your first before smashing your knuckles into his face once again as Coyote swung for yours, hitting your right eye with force. 

The pair of you went at it bare-knuckle style for what felt like forever until somehow you knocked him to his knees. Acting quickly to pull the gun from your jeans and pressed it against his neck. Spitting blood out of your mouth as you clicked the safety off.

“I won't hesitate to blow your fuckin brains all over Jake’s study if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on!!” Coyote didn't answer, just closed his eyes and spat in your face. 

“I’d rather die than tell you anything, kid.” Javy laughed, smiling at you manically as he showed you his blooded teeth. “You haven’t got the balls baby—“ 

“Try me.” You fired a warning shot into the roof of Jake's study before placing the gun right into the skin of Coyote's neck just below his jawline. “Now I’ll say it again shall I? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” You shouted at the top of your lungs out of pure frustration and anger.

“Bradshaw.” Your heart dropped. “He wants Fitzroy, South and North, paid me top dollar to go dirty, was already doing his dirty work when you walked into Drums.” Coyote was stumbling over his sentences, getting all the important factors out before You’d heard enough. “You won't kill me, bitch, you don't have the guts!” Javy spat as you cocked your head. Making Coyote rise up to his feet as you walked him over against the wall with the gun still pressed deep into his neck. 

“Oh Javy, you have no idea the shit I've done or the stuff I've seen but guess what?” You paused to get closer to his beaten up face, smirking as an evil washed over you. A sinister smile creeping it’s way across your face that only the devil himself could minic. “When you live, live in clover, for when you're dead, you’re dead all over.” You chuckled, kissing his beaten and bloodied cheek before holding the pin back as Javy Machado closed his eyes. 

*bang*

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[halloweeneverlong]

selfish machines sentence starters

sentence starters taken from selfish machines by pierce the veil <3

besitos

- “you’re my favorite explosion.”

- “you’d better not get back up!”

- “leave the water by the bed for later.”

- “i’m tired of holding up your backup plans.”

- “all you have is not enough.”

- “i heard what you said. a friend of a friend.”

- “if that doesn’t turn you on, i’ll keep talking ‘til something does.”

- “i’ll steal you flowers from the cemetery gates.”

- “so say it. i’m in love.”

- “don’t expect me to understand.”

- “she was covered in blood, last seen in san francisco.”

- “they were there from beginning to end.”

southern constellations

- “please keep chasing me.”

- “i’ll never let you freeze without me.”

the boy who could fly

- “it’s time to take you home.”

- “i’ll be the brightest someday.”

- “don’t ruin a perfect thing.”

- “why do i still pray? when will it end? and who fucking cares?”

- “i swear to god, i did what i could.”

- “i’d rather be dead.”

- “don’t rain on my parade!”

- “i guess i never should have loved you.”

- “if you were gonna leave this world, how could it be without me?”

- “love dies like a dog.”

caraphernilia

- “there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night.”

- “honestly, it’s harder breathing next to you.”

- “hold my heart, it’s beating for you anyway.”

- “what if i can’t forget you?”

- “what’s so good about picking up the pieces?”

- “just give her back to me.”

- “you can’t just throw me away!”

- “what if i don’t even want to?”

- “i’d better learn to live alone.”

fast times at clairemont high

- “i was saving myself for you.”

- “we’ll be throwing a party.”

- “hold on, this is innocent blood.”

- “without you, nothing ever mattered.”

- “if i die, you die too.”

- “i just wanted one dance with you.”

- “melodramatic, but it turns me on.”

- “i’d kill anyone who gets too close.”

the new national anthem

- “somebody’s supposed to fall in love.”

- “you’ll be excited just to see me someday.”

- “darling, look at the sparks!”

- “you hold my attention without even trying.”

- “love, don’t forget to bleed.”

- “if i ever catch the ones who hurt you, i’m hoping that god looks away this time.”

bulletproof love

- “we used to laugh until we choked.”

- “it was the best time of my life.”

- “now i sleep alone, so don’t wake me up.”

- “the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.”

- “i wanna hold your hands so tight i’m gonna break my wrist.”

- “i’m barely hanging on.”

- “by the time you’re hearing this i’ll already be gone.”

- “there’s nothing to do.”

- “this isn’t fair! don’t you try to blame this on me.”

- “my love for you was bulletproof, but you’re the one who shot me.”

- “goddamn it, i can barely say your name.”

stay away from my friends

- “i want you in the most unromantic ways.”

- “you’re torturing me with a beautiful face.”

- “come on, i thought we had a damn good thing.”

- “stay away from my friends.”

- “i still can’t believe how you look next to me.”

i don’t care if you’re contagious

- “i don’t wanna leave without you buried by my side.”

- “they’ll never take us alive.”

- “i would rather spend my life vacations in bed with you.”

- “i don’t care if you’re sick, i don’t care if you’re contagious. i would kiss you even if you were dead.”

- “i’d do anything to hold your hand.”

disasterology

- “i drank the poison then i passed the fuck out.”

- “i have a million different kinds of fun.”

- “can we create something beautiful and destroy it?”

- “you were screaming ‘till the police came.”

- “if every living thing dies alone, what am i doing here?”

- “if it’s the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love.”

million dollar houses (the painter)

- “would you ever try to leave me?”

- “i’ve broken bones for you, and for you only.”

- “we can run, baby, run now.”

- “i still remember how you moved so slow.”

- “we don’t stop ‘til someone’s bleeding.”

- “i make money, but we just can’t keep this home.”

- “sometimes the moon looks brighter than the sun.”

- “sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned.”

- “maybe we’re meant to lose the ones we love, but i’ll fight for you ‘til then.”

the sky under the sea

- “it’s gonna be the best day of my life.”

- “you’ll never be as beautiful without me.”

- “you’ll be alright as long as i’m not.”

- “sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want.”

- “is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made?”

- “yeah, that’s fuckin’ right.”

- “do you think you’re the only one afraid?”

[mamirhodessxox]

More unpublished prompts!!

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I hate you more

“Sooo, are we going to address the massive elephant in the room?” “It was ONE time Mari.”-Marianna & Sasha

“Cody & Sasha just fucked run me my FUCKING MONEY.” “YOU MADE A BET ON MY SISTER?!” “And I got a 100 bucks out of it.”-Rhea & Seth

“I am a god.” “Alright Kanye West pipe down”-Roman & Cody

“Why is she wearing shorts that are halfway up her ass right now?” “It’s getting us money & sales deal with it.”-Cody & Randy

“Can you please for the love of god STOP holding my hand.” “You tried walking into an active street. No.”-Sasha & Cody

“Are you sure it’s mine and not the devils?” “Are you sure your dicks bigger than 6 inches?”-Cody & Sasha

*cody entering the living room* “get out your presence is overstimulating me right now.”-Sasha

“One day I’ll learn how to finger dj the punanni” “and you why Becky won’t stay in a committed relationship with you”-Seth & Sasha

“If you hate me so much why are you literally dating me & getting me knocked up smartass” “I like the adrenaline rush”-Sasha & Cody

“You did a great job at being a mother” “Clearly not since both of them seemed to have burnt out their goddamn brain cells.”-Randy & Barbra

“I’m dating Sasha Ricci, Of course I wear bulletproof vests!” “I’m dating Cody Rhodes, Of course he makes me want to kill him in his sleep.”-Cody & Sasha

“Guys what does it mean if she slaps me and I like it?” “I wish I was aborted after hearing this information.”-Cody & Seth

“I’ve considered abortion” “So why the fuck is Sasha still here” “I thought she was gonna come out smart.”-Barbra & Seth

“I swear I didn’t just lead the FBI towards our house right now after feeding Romans body guard to an alligator” “Not again.”-Marianna & Randy

“Fuck it. Beat the information out of him.” “I volunteer as tribute!” “N-No I don’t think- hey Sasha why don’t we go somewhere?”-Randy, Sasha & Cody

*Randy trying to unmad marianna after grounding her from 1st degree murder* “What’s the matter angel?” “If you call me that one more time I’ll rip your dick off.” “Copy that.”

*Sasha walking in the house dragging a duffel bag on the ground with someones neighbor in it* “Goddamnit Sasha we can’t keep burying random married men in our backyard just because they have hot wife’s” “We can and you will. Grab the fucking shovel.”-Seth & Sasha

*Marianna walking down the stairs after getting ready for date night.* “Cancel dinner we’re gonna build a new family lineage”-Randy

*Sasha & Marianna in the swamp burying someone alive* “I don’t think we’re doing this right..” “ok hold on let me text Randy so he can send us the DIY tutorial again.”-Sasha & Marianna

*Cody & Seth kidnapped tied to chairs* “Where the fuck is Sasha when we need her?” “Sleeping. She’s fucking sleeping.”-Cody & Seth

“Guy’s Cody got me pregnant.” “I thought you didn’t want kids?” “Yeah well Cody doesn’t know how a condom works so.”-Sasha & Marianna

“I can’t believe my first kid is about to be the anti christ” “If you refer our child as the goddamn anti christ one more time I’m giving you a DIY vasectomy.” “I can’t believe my baby mama is the anti christ.”-Cody & Sasha

*Sasha lying on the couch one leg in the air* “what the fuck are you doing.” “Stretching my leg Cody what else does it look like I’m doing.” “..”-Cody & Sasha

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[lauronk]

I've read the hitman!AU (that is great btw) and I have a question (or maybe two, idk). Does ellie knows he is a hitman? If not, what did said he worked on to her? Tommy exists in this AU? Does he have a clue about joel's job too? Also, since he's lying about being her bio dad, what does he says to her when she asks about her mother? Does she knows about sarah? Okay this was more than one🙈srry

okay first, glad you liked it, thank you 🥹 and i will try to answer each question, some of which i thought of while writing it:

does ellie know? nope! she thinks he works construction and the shady people hiring him to kill also have several fake businesses to keep up appearances, so he has a “jobsite” to report to each day

tommy exists! he doesn’t know what joel does but he suspects it’s not on the up and up, and since joel obviously can’t come clean, their relationship is kinda distant as a result

joel knows the best way to stick to a lie is to keep it as close to the truth is possible, so he tells her that her mom died from complications a few days after she was born (information tess dug up for him). he also has a picture of anna from when his coworkers cleaned out the place, and it’s on the mantel - ellie looks so much like her that it’s easy for joel to brush off the fact that she doesn’t look like him. he told ellie (and tommy) that he had a one night stand with anna and hadn’t known she was pregnant until a few weeks before she gave birth

she does know about sarah, though joel hasn’t told her the specifics of how she died yet because he wants to wait till she’s older (ellie is a child of the internet though, so she’s already looked it up and regrets it)

i know there’s still plot holes but this is what i had in my head lol

[sleepiexx]

Nik Khan from Extraction x fem reader. :)

Reunited

Nik Khan x fem!Reader

Note: I actually hadn’t seen this movie until I got this request but I watched it for you and it was sooo good. Watching thru the second one rn 😩

Summary: Nik comes home in the middle of the night.

Warnings: they make out but like nothing more than that

Word Count: 1010

Nik entered the house silently, relieved to finally be home after such a long and particularly grueling assignment. The house was dead quiet so as much as she had hoped for a warm welcome from her girlfriend, she knew for a fact that (Y/N) was asleep. Out of respect and love, she decided she would just have to sneak around.

Before she did away with all of her things from the mission, she headed toward the kitchen. Her mouth and throat felt dry, be it from the high adrenaline from earlier or the exhaustion from now, she knew she needed water. She filled a glass and sipped on it quietly until she was satisfied. That was when the real work began.

She started by ridding herself of each of her weapons. She couldn’t even think about going into their bedroom before doing so. Unfastening each of her holsters as quickly as she could. She took time tucking each of her knives and guns away safely, most locked in a safe, some hidden in nooks and crannies around the house for easy access; should anything ever happen where she needed a weapon in her own home fast, she was prepared.

Next on her list of decompressing from her mission came taking off her bulletproof kevlar vest along with her combat boots, both of which felt like a second skin at this point, as if they had melted into her own. She carefully placed them into the hall closet, closing the door as quietly as possible. With the boots gone, her steps were significantly more muffled, making it easier to sneak around the house.

Lastly, she had meant to put away everything in her duffel bag. But as she stared at it with disdain, she was compelled to push it off until the morning when she would have a fresher attitude and more pep in her step. She knew she would likely end up pushing it off even further, if only so that she could spend her time the next day with (Y/N), but she couldn’t care less.

With (mostly) everything put away, all she had to do was slip past her girlfriend’s sleeping form into their closet so she could change into her pajamas and then slide into bed where she would drift off to sleep.

Now (Y/N) wasn’t usually a light sleeper but after weeks of being alone in their shared home while her girlfriend was away, she was more than alert to the things around her. Most would call her overreaction to the slightest of sounds and quick movements in her peripheral vision paranoia, but considering the fact that she was dating a talented mercenary who likely had many enemies that she didn’t know about, she called it being safe.

Under these circumstances, even the light kiss Nik couldn’t stop herself from pressing to her forehead startled her awake. Her eyes shot open, heart racing, only calming as she saw familiar brown eyes staring back at her.

“Nik?” She mumbled, sleep lacing her tone. She tried to push herself up into a sitting position, but she was quickly stopped as Nik’s hand met her shoulder, pressing her back down into the warm bed sheets.

“Go back to sleep baby, I still need to get changed. I’ll come to bed in just a second.”

(Y/N) nodded, letting out a tired yawn and snuggling back into her spot.

“I missed you.” She admitted, staring at Nik who was illuminated by the bathroom light as she changed clothes.

Nik threw a shirt on, turning her head to look at her girlfriend as she tugged on some sleep shorts. (Y/N) was beautiful, even with her sleep-ruffled hair and tired appearance. Nik meant every word sincerely when she muttered a small, “I missed you too.”

(Y/N) smiled wide, opening her arms as an invitation for the now pajama-clad Nik to come and cuddle. The other woman gladly accepted the affections, allowing herself to melt into her girlfriend’s touch after such a long time away.

“How did it go?” (Y/N) asked, curious as to why the assignment which Nik had originally told her would be simple took way longer than expected.

Nik sighed, burying her head in her lover’s neck and breathing in her scent. “Things went off plan, but we got out with only minor injuries so it was successful,” she murmured against her lover’s skin, words trailing off as she gave in to her impulses and began pressing kisses to her throat.

“I’m glad,” (Y/N) paused a second, staring at the ceiling while she basked in her lover’s caress, “I worry about you when you’re gone.”

Nik’s lips pressed into a frown, browns furrowing in guilt. She should have called. “I know, baby.”

Her hands snaked up (Y/N)’s sides, making their way to entangle in her hair, one at the back of her head, and one at the nape of her neck. This gave Nik a better grip to pull (Y/N) towards her, pressing firmer kisses to her neck and jaw.

(Y/N) pushed her away gently, holding her at arms length so they could make eye contact. “I-“ she began to say something but she quickly stopped herself, rewording her question, “promise me you’ll stay safe.”

Nik stared at her lovingly, stretching out her hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of (Y/N)’s eyes, “always.”

And as simple as that, their lips met in a hungry kiss. They held onto one another as if they would disappear without each other’s tight grip. Their movements were free and fluid, devouring each other like a last meal on death row.

They separated only to breathe, deep panting resounding through the quiet room, all before they had enough of being apart and crashed together once more. This time a mix of teeth and tongue, like two animals they bit and prodded at one another. With the intensity of it all, they both knew they weren’t going anywhere for a while.

[britomart]

look 👁 alive 👆 sunshine ☀ 109 1️⃣0️⃣9️⃣ in the sky ☁ but the pigs 🐷 won’t quit ❌ you’re here with me 🎧 dr death defying 💀🚫 i’ll be your surgeon 💉 your proctor 🩺 your helicopter 🚁 pumpin out the slaughtermatic 🩸 sounds 🎶 a system failure for the masses 💢 anti-matter for the master plan 📜 louder than god’s revolver 🔫 and twice as shiny 💫 this one's for all you rock n rollers 🎸📻 all you crash queens 👑 and motor babies 🚗🍼 listen up 📢‼ the future is bulletproof 🔫 the aftermath is secondary 2️⃣ it's time to do it now and do it loud 💥 killjoys 🕷 make some noise 🗣

[married-2-the-music]

K-pop Discography Deep Dives: BTS (Part ONE)

A Disclaimer: I was planning, when I first started Tumblr, to be a lurker, but then I began an office job and needed something to listen to to keep myself occupied. And then, I started going through entire K-pop groups’ repertoires, album by album, and jotting down my thoughts. And then, I stumbled into K-pop tumblr and decided, you know what, there’s at least four people on this hell site who would read in depth rants about these discographies and at least five who wouldn’t read it and then get mad because it’s kind of our job as K-pop fans. My lukewarm takes should be taken with an entire silo of salt and the knowledge that this is completely for fun and occupying my very bored, very neurodivergent brain. All this to say, for the love of god, I’m a sleep-deprived student and I don’t have time for internet hate, so don’t kill me. With that being said, enjoy!

So, my credentials: I’ve got nothing this time, folks. I’m not an Army; I’m too casual to even be a casual fan. I like most of what I’ve heard, based on friend recommendations, but I have no idea how representative of their work the songs I’ve heard are. I know the group members’ names, but barely anything about them, although I’m always open to learning more. The reason I wanted to do this deep dive is because I’ve been a k-pop fan for almost five years now and I’ve heard every opinion between “BTS is the second coming of Christ” and “BTS is responsible for the collapse of society,” and I want to make up my own mind, free of influence.

Since BTS has over 200 songs, I’m also doing short supplementals each week, both to give myself and you guys a break and to look at groups / soloists with discographies too short to need a full week (because this is gonna be a dissertation and I’ll have to separate it into two parts). So, grab your lightstick, get some ice cream, steal a fluffy dog, and settle in folks. Let’s do this.

BTS, as you probably know, is short for Bangtan Sonyeondan, or Bulletproof Boy Scouts, and debuted in 2013 (they just had their tenth debut anniversary) and they have seven members: Jimin, Namjoon (RM), Taehyung (V), Jin, Yoongi (SUGA), Jungkook, and Hoseok (J-hope).

First things first, I love a good intro, and the loudspeaker is funny; 2 cool 4 skool is not what I was expecting. I’m not the biggest fan of “I’m too cool for you” hip-hop personally, but I can respect We Are Bulletproof (p.2) for the fact that the message doesn’t feel empty. I believe what they’re selling, even if I don’t want to buy it. To be honest, I’m a singer, and I listen to artists to hear their singing voices, because I know that they can sing beautifully.

On the album I’m much more a fan of Like, although I prefer the slow mix from their later work. The rest of the first album gave me a bit of whiplash to be honest, but I can appreciate how unique it is, both in k-pop and music as a whole. The skits are very odd, but they did make me feel like I know more about the members than I would about an average k-pop group from their album; I can see why so many people became fans early on.

On O! R U L8 2?, N.O. immediately caught my attention with the interesting instrumental and the sing-talk and singing combo. I did enjoy it more than We Are Bulletproof, because of the melody, but I liked it, didn’t love it. (I could’ve done without the growling). Most of the b-sides aren’t for me, but I do want to talk about Coffee and Paldongangsan.

I did like Coffee (especially the harmonizing on the Baby~~ part of the chorus) but I really didn’t like the rap verses. I don’t have anything against them being there in theory; raps can be done in a quiet, calm way (like in “Child” by Mark from NCT), but it’s not happening here and they feel very out of place. It’s all well and good to rap excellently, but you need to have some variety or else everything threatens to feel the same.

But, my hidden gem from this album is definitely Paldongangsan. Look, one of my majors is linguistics, so it’s no surprise I went wild at this song. It’s about the different dialects of Korean (which originate from different places there) and the stereotypes associated with each one, and it ends with Namjoon yelling at the rest of them to stop ragging on each other for their dialects and be accepting because it’s all the same language anyway. It was actually the first BTS song I heard, about two years ago (barring Dynamite, of course), because an Army friend of mine recommended it to me. I’ve never heard a song like it before (or since for that matter) and it’s remained on my Top 25 K-pop songs playlist ever since.

Anyway, digression over, and onto the next album, Skool Luv Affair. Boy In Luv is definitely a turning point in their discography, with its drive and rock elements. I wish it was more melodic, as I always do, but it grew on me after a couple more listens and it's my favorite of the title tracks so far. Hidden gems for this album are Just One Day and especially Outro: Propose (which I wish wasn’t so short, because I thought it was pretty good.)

With Dark & Wild we turn another corner. Danger intrigued me from the first part’s guitar riff and interesting instrumental. Although I was a bit wary, the set-up of the pre-chorus, pay-off of the chorus, and earworm of the post-chorus reassured me. It’s the first single from this deep dive that I’ve liked on 1st listen. (The “don’t get me confused” is stuck in my head now.)

War Of Hormone arrives with a record scratch and a bombast of horns. And arrives is the right word: it makes its presence known. I really enjoyed this one, and I even replayed it a few times. At its best moments, it mixes very different parts together without feeling like whiplash and becomes anthemic. I especially love the contrast between Namjoon’s scratchier, lower voice and Jungkook’s higher notes, and of course, harmonizing, my one true love. It’s a bit of a dumb song but they don’t take it too seriously and I appreciate that they aren’t afraid to laugh.

This album was also a turning point for me when it came to my enjoyment of their work; I didn’t really dislike any song on it and the better balance of rapping, sing-talk, and singing made me less reactionary towards the raps that were there. There’s more variety in the raps themselves too: sometimes they’re upbeat, sometimes they’re pensive, sometimes they’re angry, but they don’t all sound like they’re trying to kill me through my earbuds. Improvement! Also, showing some vulnerability helps balance the more boastful songs that are there, so I disliked those less too.

Yes, I’m fully aware that their rapping is technically very good, I just don’t always enjoy it. I appreciate songs like Hip Hop Phile and their meanings, but appreciation still can’t make you like something that you don’t like. As for what I did like, my hidden gems for this album were Let Me Know (which finally lets them sing and be open with their feelings), Could You Turn Off Your Cellphone (harmonizing again), and Look Here (very odd but I enjoy the horns).

I Need U is surprisingly calm in its intro and is very much poppier than the last few title tracks have been, with more of an anguished edge than a youthful “I’m cooler than you” edge, which I appreciated. I liked this one. It’s much better at balancing the harmonizing with rap and the instrumental (which is very interesting, by the way) than the previous songs, and I can see how it sets them on the path after that leads to their more melancholy and contemplative title tracks further down the line.

Run works as a good foil; it’s pretty upbeat, which does make sense given that it’s (somewhat) a love song. I love the way the chorus surges forward and even though it’s poppier than the others, it doesn’t feel like they’ve lost their identity. It still feels like a BTS song, basically. It’ll probably be making an appearance on my gym playlist, which is never a bad thing.

As a side note, I love that so many of their songs embrace the idea of full pre-choruses, choruses, and post-choruses, because it makes each track feel more intentional and lived in, not like they’re trying to fill space on an album or have empty space. In the k-pop songs that are on my top 25 (of which two are BTS), this holds true for the vast majority of them.

Dope is a song that, like War Of Hormone, feels like it arrives, not begins, with its “Ladies and gentlemen”, and I love the build-up that it has leading to the chorus. But…it just doesn’t have enough payoff to that build-up for me, with an empty, shouty chorus and more lyrics about how great they are. I know a lot of people love it, but it has too many of my pet peeves to get past. Sorry, guys.

In the same vein, I should like Fire. I love an explosion of a chorus and I adore a song about burning down the system as much as the next witch. I love the lyrics, and I think that pre-choruses are good and the bridge especially is great. But I don’t like this song. At all. It comes dangerously close to grating one too many times for me, and embraces all of the worst aspects of their early material with none of the charm that had me chuckling with, not at, the first few albums. I’ve mentioned many times how much I hate an anti-drop and this song does absolutely nothing to change my mind. I expect the cursing to the heavens to come in in about 3…2…1…

Save Me is the last single from the album, and the most similar to the BTS songs I’ve heard before: ethereal, wispy, ruminating, and with a soft electronic background. I do like this one, although I wish the last chorus had more of an end (like I was a bit confused when the next song started) and I wish the main rap was a bit calmer to fit with the rest of the song. It’s at its best when it allows their voices to just be and meld with each other.

I have one main hidden gem for this album, which is Butterfly. It’s no surprise that I love this one with how insane I am about harmonizing and vulnerability, but I really do love it. I feel like this should’ve been a single instead of Save Me, to be honest. All of the main gripes I have with it are remedied here: the chorus is fuller, the ending feels earned, and the raps are just calmer enough that they don’t stick out like a sore thumb. I also appreciated Taehyung’s voice more than I have in the past, and I’m glad for him in the chorus.

Also, speaking of vulnerability, I also, somewhat surprisingly, like the intro of the Most Beautiful Moment In Life, although I didn’t plan to on first listen. I appreciate that this song doesn’t try to paint them as above the world or better than anyone, but embraces the genuine emotion that they’re so good at conveying. It’s such a raw expression of exhaustion that I felt sympathy even before I looked up the words, which is pretty damn powerful.

And….breathe. Would it surprise you to learn that we’re only in mid 2016? Yeah, yeah, me too, kid. This is where Part 1 ends, I do my Supplemental for the week tomorrow (a boy group who I highly doubt you’ve heard of), and we all go touch some grass and eat some Doritos. K? K.

I’ll see you next week, for both Part 2 of this odyssey and a girl group supplemental!

[incorrect-strq-quotes]

Drabble Challenge!

Well now that we’re on hiatus following a juicy strq volume, I think it’s a good time to post this. I need to get back into writing anyway, so I’ll be doing this all v9-10 hiatus long. Send me a number (and a strq character, ship, etc if you want) and I’ll write a ficlet or drabble for it.

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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