“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!.” - Full speech here
Summary: You’ve been missing a
certain angel and are most definitely frustrated and it is starting to show.
Warnings: smut and language!
Word count: 1400+
A/N: First Cas smut, I tried pretty hard on this. Let me know what
you guys think!
Bang. Bang. Bang.
With each shot you took at the target, you got father and
farther away from your intended goal. Your mind handed been in the right place
lately. Dean had already scolded at you for being “off your game.” You had
insisted you weren’t, but there was no telling the eldest Winchester otherwise.
After you had finished emptying the clip into the target,
none of the shots hitting the grey are you needed it to, you sat the gun done
on the counter, huffing out in anger. What
the hell was going on? The only thing that was really coming to your mind
was that you hadn’t seen that one particular angel in over a week. There was
other business that Castiel had been attending to, not giving the two of you a
lot of time with one another.
“Dammit!” You shouted, your voice echoing against the walls.
You reached down under the counter into the ammo bin, grabbing a fistful of the
.9mm bullets. Sliding the clip out of the gun, you began to load the clip back
up, thumbing the ammunition into to place. After pushing the clip back into
place, you set the gun back on the counter.
The infamous tank with d-5T cannon (as on the SU-85 SPG and used for the famous T-34/85) sounds like a horrible opponent for the Wehrmacht. Overall combat effectiveness of the tank was not high, mainly because of the chassis. It was just unreliable, the armor was still poor, and despite some adjustments, he could not permanently withstand the projectiles of caliber 75 mm (2.95 inch) or more. This is especially important as the KV-85 was used as a breakthrough tank, and the Wehrmacht chose the high caliber guns to counter the red Army, which previously was nearly invulnerable tanks. In one battle in the Ukraine in November 1943 (the 34th Guards heavy regiment) was poteryano about a third of all the kV-85. It is worth noting that the German counter-attack was repulsed the next day with no Soviet casualties.
“Whatever bullets you got me last week, they worked like a charm so I’m gonna need more of those.” Floyd dropped his guns on the counter and you put your blowtorch down from when you were carving new guns.
“You still owe me money,” you put a hand on your waist and raised your eyebrows.
Floyd sighed and shoved a hand in his pockets and dropped a wad of money next to his guns. “Is that enough?”
hun! Could you do an imagine where it’s the readers birthday and they
think joker forgot and they have a fight but he really didn’t forget.
I love your imagines lots!
you write a joker x reader where it’s reader’s birthday and joker
plans a surprise birthday party. (if you are still taking requests)
btw you’re fanfic stories are amazing and I love them.
Because this two requests were pretty much the same I put them together! Hope you like it, lovely Anons. :) <3
„J I thought you wouldn’t come
home, today“, you said smiling as your boyfriend shuts the door
„You’re right, ‘cause I have to go
now again, a lot of business today“, J said without even looking at
you, as he took the gold and purple gun from the kitchen counter.
He forgot it there, after storming
out of the house this morning.
But that wasn’t the only thing he
It was your birthday today and
months ago, he promised you to not be on a heist or anything, he said
he would go out with you, having dinner and maybe there will be a
little party just for you with him alone, and now he didn’t even
You never had given much attention
to your birthday, it was sweet and nice, that people are going to
congratulate you and all that, but you weren’t that type of a girl
who loved it’s birthday so damn hard that she had to talk about it
You were just disappointed that the
person you loved most, seemed to didn’t give a shit of what he said a
few months ago.
„So, I will be alone today?“,
you asked trying not to sound as disappointed as you felt right now.
Maybe he didn’t forgot, or something
went wrong and you would blame him for no reason.
„Yes. I’m sorry, I can’t take you
with me like always, it’s something special today“, he said not
He was cold like hell, what never
was the case at all, when he talked to you.
It hurts you, more than you could
What was it?
Have you done something wrong?
„And there is nothing you could
remember, about today? Something you said the last days or weeks?“,
you asked, holding your tears back, as he looked at you through
„Well, yes. That I will kill the
fucker who messed up this shit today“, he said.
„Nothing else?“, you asked.
„No“, he said.
„Have to go, don’t wait for me, it
will be late“, he repeat and kissed you harshly onto your cheek
before storming out of the apartment again.
„Thanks“, you murmured your eyes
filled with tears.
It was Jonny Frost.
„He’s out already“, you said
hiding your tears from J’s right hand.
„Yeah, thanks, I better hurry up.
Everythings a mess today. He’s very pissed off.“
You nodded your head, still not
looking at the best one from all of J’s henchman.
He was walking to the front door,
but stops for a moment, before following J to the next heist or
wherever he had to go, without you.
You looked up now, wiping your tears
at the sleeve of your sweater.
„Happy Birthday“, he said
looking at you as if he wanted to apologize for J’s behavior.
„Thanks“, you answered flashing
him a little smile.
He smiled back sadly and then closed
the door behind him silently, while you started to cry again.
You really didn’t expected something
huge or a big party from J, just a simple Happy Birthday and a hug or
a kiss, whatever, something that showed that he cared about the
things he said to you, even if he was in a hurry today.
He didn’t had to take you out for a
dinner or something, it would be okay, if he had explained you why he
couldn’t make it today, it would’ve been totaly perfect if he had
just kissed you and said Happy Birthday, but he wasn’t even able to
Your phone rang and you forgot about
J for a few seconds as you saw that it was your best friend Lucas.
You two knew each other since middle
school, he always called you at your birthdays, even if he was in New
York now, going to college there.
„Hey birthday child“, he said
„Hey“, you sobbed.
„Are you alright?“, he asked
worried after hearing your sad voice.
„No“, you whispered.
„What happened?“, he asked
„Nothing just …“
„Is it about your boyfriend? Did
he forgot your birthday?“
How does he always knew those
„Yes …“, you said still wiping
tears away with the sleeve of your sweater.
„Oh, poor baby … I’m sorry“,
he said sounding as sad, as you felt.
„It’s okay … He’s just busy“,
you whispered, even if you don’t wanted to come to his defence right
You couldn’t tell Luc why J was
busy, he didn’t even know with whom you were in a relationship; the
most dangerous man in Gotham City.
The whole day was a mess.
Joker just wanted to have a nice
party for his girl, but all he gets was a bunch full of idiots who
couldn’t even handle a birthday party for a little girl.
He nearly executed more than five
men today just because they couldn’t even arrange a simple cake.
But the worst of all was, coming
home and telling (Y/N) that he would be on business today.
The look in her eyes, he never saw
something like that.
So much sadness and disappointment
and those glistening eyes, ready to cry a river about his behavior he
must have shown to her.
He never really cared about the
feelings of other people, but seeing his girl like that just because
of him, was even for the Clown Prince of crime a little bit
It was nearly midnight as everything
finally seems to be ready.
J closed his club for today, just to
have the location for him and (Y/N).
They would have the dinner, he
promised her months ago, besides she wasn’t mad at him anymore.
If she was still mad and not willing
to come with him after this, he swore he would kill the rest of those
idiots who couldn’t get anything right.
He just let them alive, because he
needed this work finally to be done.
Hopefully not for nothing.
You couldn’t believe you were all
alone the whole day.
Sometimes you thought he would come
back, joking around he never would forget your birthday, but now it
was midnight, your birthday was already over and you quit your hopes
Lucas tried to cheer you up on the
phone, but no chance, what J did today was way too harsh, to laugh
You layed in your bed half awake, as
you heared the front door opening and closing again.
Footsteps came up to your bedroom
where you turned all the lights off, for you this day was over.
You knew J stood in the room, but
you didn’t wanted to talk to him, but he wasn’t the man that would
leave you alone for the rest of the night.
He came over to you, brushing your
(h/c) hair out of your face and stroking your cheek to wake you up.
You said nothing, just looked into
his blue eyes, which you could see even if it was complete dark in
„I’m sorry, doll“, he said with
his usual gravelly voice.
„Come with me, I wanna show you
„Why should I? You treated me like
dirt today“, you said and tears ran down your cheeks again.
„Listen. I know that and I’m
sorry. You know I hate apologizing to someone more than anything
else, but I don’t want you to be mad at me. Would you now please come
with me, before I get mad, 'cause I really had a lot of
trouble before I came here“, he said.
„Oh, you had trouble? I felt like
a piece of shit today, because of you, I think you earned the trouble
you got“, you said now crying again.
„Shut up and stop crying. You will
come with me, I won’t let you sleep until you’ve seen what I want you
to show“, he growled.
He grabbed you by your waist and
pulled you out of the bed, before he stuck you into your most
You knew he wouldn’t leave you
alone, before he gets what he wanted so you let him do, but you
weren’t talking to him at all, after he sat you in his car and drove
you to his club.
„Get in“, he said a little
impatient and opened the door for you.
You furrow your brows, no one was
here, the club was completely empty.
Was that one of his bad jokes?“
„J, this isn’t funny at all“,
you said, turning around to the green haired man, but he just kissed
you roughly and took you a few steps with him, while doing it.
„Turn around“, he whispered.
You were still irritated but as you
saw what really was behind all this veneer, you couldn’t believe it.
J’s usual seat where he always had
some business meetings, was turned out into a little corner, with a
big birthday cake and presents all over the table in front of you.
Above you two hung a banner with the
words: „Happy Birthday, (Y/N), I’m sorry it took me so long …“
„J …“, you said emotional, but
before you could say anything else, Jonny showed up.
„Mr J, (Y/N) would you please take
your places“, he said and handled you and J the menu card.
„You didn’t forgot it“, you said
„Of course not. But you can’t
imagine how long it tooks those idiots to get all this things right“,
he said a little annoyed.
„That was the reason I was so
pissed off. It should be a surprise and I don’t wanted to tell you
something until everything was ready. But I didn’t thought it would
ruin your whole day, I will kill the rest of them later for that. Are
you still mad?“, he asked smirking now.
„No, I’m not mad at you anymore. I
can’t believe you did all those things just for me.“
„I promised it, remember?“, he
answered kissing you softly.
“I don’t have to tell you things aren’t good. Everybody knows things aren’t good. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. Young punks are running the street. No one knows just what to do and there’s no end to it. The dollar buys a penny’s worth, banks are going under, cobblers keeping a gun under the counter. We sit watching our idiot boxes while some local anchorman tells us that today we’ve had eighteen murders and eighty violent crimes, as if that were the way things are supposed to be. We know times are bad - worse than bad. People are crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going utterly mad, so we never leave our homes. We sit in our comfy abodes while the world is getting smaller and we say, “C'mon, at least leave us alone in our family rooms. Let me have my microwave and flat screen and my 20 inch wheels and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.” Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get angry! I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to write to your senator because I won’t know what to tell you to tell him. I don’t know what to do about the recession and the inflation and the crime in the street. All I know is that you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, “I’m a HUMAN BEING, damn it! My life has VALUE!!“
Tom stares at the gun sitting on his counter, tapping his fingers on the sink. It’s been three days. Three since he’s seen Matt. Or Edd, or… well, anyone. He’s been inside, in his room, getting drunk off his ass until he can’t even remember his name. Liver cancer, ain’t that just some shit.
She says Monday, 8 am, I will be deleted
He’d never thought he’d live to see forty, but he’d always thought he’d die by his own hand. Or he’d do something stupid on a job and mess with the wrong people. But liver problems? Really? It just seems kind of… stupid, honestly. It’s too…… normal. For him, at least.
They’ll hunt me down in study hall, Stuff and mount me on the wall; Thirty hours to live -
He doesn’t want to do treatment. It would be dumb to. Just a waste of money, honestly. He’s had a good run, right? They gave him between a month to three before he kicks the bucket. It’s not long, when he thinks about it. Shorter than he would’ve anticipated.
how shall i spend them? I don’t have to stay and die like cattle; I could change my name and ride up to Seattle
Tom glances once more at the gun, glaring at it, then pushes away from the counter, grabbing his Smirnoff on the way into the living room and taking a quick drink. He can’t just sit around and mope… he’s done too much of that for all of his life. He suddenly gets an idea, and smiles.
But I don’t own a motorbike - Wait…here’s an option that I like: Spend those thirty hours gettin’… freakay!
He sets the drink down on the end table and rushes to the door, feeling his heart begin to pound from his excitement. He runs down the hall to Matt’s door, beating on it before realizing that Matt’s probably asleep. He doesn’t have time for this shit.
Yeah! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock, I’m snappin’ off your window lock. Got no time to knock I’m a dead girl walking!
Tom quickly shifts a little and snaps the handle from the door, breaking the lock and pushing inside. He bee-lines to Matt’s room, standing at the foot of the bed and calling out to Matt softly.
Matt sits up and yawns, then looks startled, “Tom? What’re you doing in my room?”
Tom smirks and pushes him back down, shushing him, “Shhhh. Sorry, but I really had to wake you; See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.” Matt’s eyes widen and his entire face goes red. Holy shit.
‘Cause Heather says I gots to go; You’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!
Tom quickly starts stripping Matt, leaning down and kissing him roughly. Matt can’t do much else other than go with it, closing his eyes and kissing back with an equal amount of enthusiasm. He lifts his hips for Tom to take off his pants, staring up at him with wide eyes.
Come on! Tonight I’m yours, I’m a dead girl walking! Get on all fours, Kiss this dead girl walking! Let’s go, you know the drill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!
Tom pushes him down and rolls him over, kissing down his back and biting at the upper part of his shoulder.
And you know, you know, you know it’s ‘cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, But I can’t agree.
“You’re so beautiful, Matt. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” He mumbles against Matt’s pale skin. Matt squeaks and nods in agreement, “I-I know my body’s beautiful…” His voice sounds strained. Tom frowns and growls a little, “No. Not just your body. All of you. Every part of you is like the sun.”
So the world’s unfair, Keep it locked out there… In here it’s beautiful. Let’s make this beautiful!
“Don’t think about anything right now. Don’t think about magic or shifting or family. It’s just you and me.” Tom says seriously, slowly pushing into him. Matt nods frantically, smiling a little at Tom’s words.
“That works for me–” Tom silences him with a hard thrust and another bite to the shoulder.
Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walking
Matt suddenly can’t resist asking, “H-Hey Tom? How’d you… g-get in here?”
Let’s break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking!
He squeaks as Tom shifts some and there’s a loud crack from the bed frame, “I think you tore my mattress!”
No sleep tonight for you, Better chug that Mountain Dew!
“Okay, okay…. sorry I’ll s-stop–”
Get your ass in gear, Make this whole town disappear!
Tom rolls his eyes and leans over, whispering into Matt’s ear, “Slap me! Pull my hair, touch me there and there and there But no more talking!”
“Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!”
Love this dead girl…
“Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!”
Love this dead girl… Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
“Ow!” Matt squeaks again, pushing his face into the matress and bunching the sheets in his fists.
There are no boundaries between merchandise and decoration. You can’t tell where the camo clothes end and the foresty paintings on the walls begin. Everything is brown and forest green. You came in looking for something but got lost somewhere between the hiking boots and the gun counter. Someone screams. Or was it a duck call? If you lay down in a pile of gilly suits will you ever be able to claw your way out?
“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad.
It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their
job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers
keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and
there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end
to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to
eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us
that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as
if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad — worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like
everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We
sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting
smaller, and all we say is: ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our
living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted
radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I
don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot — I don’t want you
to write to your congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you
to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation
and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first
you’ve got to get mad. [shouting] You’ve got to say: 'I’m a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!’
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your
chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it,
and stick your head out, and yell: I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” (Network, 1976)
The day that note landed on your doorstep was the same day you became a prisoner in your own home. It was another one of Jason’s endless enemies that were now after you. You and Jason had both planned on going out the day you found the note. She will be mine. That’s all it said and Jason yanked you back inside.
He locked the door and pulled the gun out of the waistband of his jeans. “Go wait in the other room. Now,” he told you. Scared for your well being you obeyed and went to sit on a bar stool in the kitchen. Finally Jason came in too. “I didn’t see anyone,” he said placing his gun on the counter. You looked at him as he got a glass and starting pouring whiskey into it.
“Do you know who it is?” you asked. “I have no idea,” he said swallowing his drink. You could tell that he was starting to get really mad by the tone in his voice. You got up and walked over to him. You wrapped an arm around his waist. “Are you ok?” I asked him. “Im fine,” he said looking at you. “And you know that your gonna be ok too right?” he asked letting go of his glass to wrap both hands around you.
You nodded even though you didn’t really believe it. Of course you knew that Jason would do everything physically possible to keep you safe but still. It was terrifying knowing that there was someone out there you wanted you for there own and they were willing to kidnap you to have you.
Jason could tell by the look in your eyes that you didn’t truly believe you were safe. He brought you into a tight hug and placed a kiss on you head. “Your gonna be ok. I promise,” he said.
That was about a week ago. Jason and the rest of his gang had figured out who was trying was to kidnap you. It was a man who went by the nickname Shredder. You didn’t really know of him but you could tell by his name that he wasn’t a nice person.
Jason had upped security everywhere. He had people stationed outside your house. You weren’t allowed anywhere without Jason. You even had to go his meetings with him where usually two men stood guard but now there were four.
It was agonizing. You understood that someone was after you but you couldn’t live like this. One night when you and Jason were in bed watching a movie you decided maybe it was time to go out and do something. “Jason?” you asked, “Yeah?” he asked glancing at you.
“I was thinking maybe tomorrow we could go to a movie. We haven’t been to a movie in a while,” you said. “We’re watching a movie right now,” he said looking at you with that stupid smirk on his face. “You know that’s not what I meant,” you told him.
“Y/N. Do you even know how easy it would be for him to get to you in a movie theater?” he asked. “Ok. Fine. How about the mall? There’s a lot more people at the mall,”you said. “Y/N,” he said in a warning tone. “What Jason? What could you possibly have to tell me right now? Because unless it you saying that I can finally go to the bathroom without you standing outside the door r going to the market without 10 of your guys outside then I don’t want to hear it right now,” you yelled at him.
“Hey! Im trying to keep you safe! It may seem like I’m going overboard but I’m not gonna let him hurt you,” he yelled back. “Yea. And I know that. But Im sick of this,” You told him. “I know baby girl. I know. How about tomorrow we go downstairs to the big tv and set up the room like a movie theater. I’ll even make popcorn and everything,” he said placing his hands on your cheeks.
“Promise?” you asked. “Promise,” he said squeezing your cheeks together and kissing you.