have you seen my guns

anonymous asked:

I really liked the line 'the dark side of the king' from your question about enforcers. would you maybe be willing to talk some more about Gavin and Ryan being terrible doing Geoff's dirty work??

The Fake’s might joke that Geoff is a pushover, too adoring of his crew-mates to really lay down the law as boss, but in reality there are few men more feared than Ramsey. Few legends with more ruthless reputations, more stories of heartless brutality; for those outside his limited family Ramsey is nothing less than an unmitigated horror.

Still, there are certain things Geoff can’t be seen to be involved in, things he must stay above, be diplomatic about. Times when an issue needs to be taken care of without the blowback, when there must be violence without inevitable retribution; ferreting out moles, persuading recalcitrant informants, dealing with a problem who belongs to a gang the FAHC are supposed to be allied with.

It’s easy enough to think that in a crew with a reputation as terrible as the FAHC there is little need for a designated ‘bad guy’. They’re all the bad guys, just ask the citizens of Los Santos, just look at the bodies in the morgue, track down the ruins of all who have thought to oppose them. There isn’t a single member with clean hands, isn’t one who didn’t choose this, who isn’t having the time of their life every singe day morality be damned. And yet there are still jobs Geoff wouldn’t push any of them into, deeds too dark to be forced onto even the most loyal. In those cases that call for abhorrent action Geoff can’t take on himself there is one pair he tends to turn to.

Few would truly be surprised to hear that Ryan is one of the two who tick this box, but that his partner in absolute depravity is Gavin would catch some unaware. There are, of course, members of the crew more suited to being paired with Ryan for all out violence, and those more apt to accompany Gavin for subtlety, but together the pair of them are unrivalled in their gruesome innovation, their unflinching dedication.  

There is being willing to do the dirty work, and then there is enjoying it. Excelling at it. Relishing in the snap of bones and panicked pleading, in the creativity of cruelty, the intricate art of fear. They are violent and terrible, all wrath and retribution like the stories of old, they are a reckoning. Unlike most others there isn’t even a moment when either of them regret. Not a single hesitation before doing whatever must be done, no matter how terrible, how brutally unforgivable. No threat is too dark, no act is too far, no reaction too extreme. In this there are no lines to cross, no moral code to offend or gods to obey. And worst of all, they enjoy it. They have fun, entertain each other, safe in the knowledge that out of sight of the rest of the crew, with none but Geoff really knowing what exactly they are up to, there is no judgement. No one who matters will think differently of them for unapologetic iniquity when they are each other’s only witness and their ruin matches up oh so well.

Gavin is delightfully petty, can whip out flippant comments and passing jokes from months or even years ago in his monologue, twist them into some pithy one liner on the fly, like a hollywood villain without any cheesy dialogue to detract from the menace. He knows just how to frame their attack, laying out exactly what infraction has brought on Ramsey’s ire and building an awful sense of suspense as he delightedly meanders around what they are going to do about it.

It’s not something that should be appealing, it’s awful really, bitterly cruel, but it makes Ryan’s sense of melodrama sing. Ryan who could have chosen any mask in the world but went directly for a blackened skull. Who drops his already deep voice two octaves when he purrs out threats and has a terrible habit of laying wait in dark corners until he spots the perfect moment to loom in sight. Ryan who’s never crumbled in the face of desperate begging, never seen grovelling as anything but undignified, who can’t help but appreciate the way it merely makes Gavin turn up his nose, roll his eyes, toss Ryan increasingly incredulous looks; Christ isn’t this one pathetic?

They share enough languages to communicate in privacy no matter the situation but even without planning they are synchronised enough to work in tandem, playing into each others proclivities, teasing chatter as much for their own genuine amusement as it is for taunting their prey. There are no hard and fast rules to their partnership- sometimes Ryan’s feeling particularly chatty and sometimes Gavin’s itching to pull out his lovely gold knives- but more often than not Gavin wheedles his way into the mind of their victim before Ryan quite literally pulls them apart. Just as Gavin strokes Ryan’s ego when he leans in and pleasantly explains all the horrific things the Vagabond has done, Ryan pander’s to Gavin’s ever vicious whim; drags things out, slows them down, get’s disgustingly creative.

There’s always been something distinctly animalistic in Gavin, the way he slinks like a predator, grins wide enough to bare his teeth, the way he can’t help toying with his food, but in this he isn’t Gavin Free, the Fake’s happy-go-lucky wrecking ball of chaos, isn’t the Golden Boy, Ramsey’s unbelievably persuasive frontman; this is another creature all together. On these jobs Gavin is no less the showman, still all insidious cunning and attention-grabbing flash, but for once he does nothing to disguise his own decay. Doesn’t inject false emotion where none exists, doesn’t manufacture empathy, won’t even pretend to give a solitary shit about anything outside his own world, his life, his people. Amusement as chilling as it is cold-blooded, crushing any hope that he might be the tempering force, that the presence of the glittering Golden Boy will reign in the Vagabond.

And Ryan, good grief Ryan. The Vagabond already has so very many tortured tales attached to his name, already inspires so much fear, but people do like to hope his reputation is inflated. Like to think the man behind the mask can’t truly be as terrible as they say, must suffer the same bouts of  guilt and mercy as anyone else. Think the Vagabond’s greatest secret is the fact that at the end of the day he is just a man. The look in their eyes when they realise they are wrong, realise that while the skull may be a mask Ryan has always been the monster, is the stuff nightmares are made of. The Vagabond isn’t soft on a good day, but in this role he is ruthless. It would, perhaps, be a relief if he were cold, detached. Would be an easier pill to swallow if he acted with his usual air of professionalism, but this? This is Ryan in his element. This is the Vagabond having fun.

It’s a tossup who’s better off; the victims who die slow and painful or the ones who get to live. The ones who spill their secrets, who suffer their punishments, and in the end are left to crawl free. Those who never really stop thinking about bloodstained teeth and razor-blade smirks, distressingly fond banter and cold flat eyes. None of them come back right, none of them return the same way they left, have suffered terror beyond words, experienced horrors they will never be capable of explaining. Most wind up leaving the city, even a passing mention of the Fake AH Crew enough to send them shaking, the possibility of another run in utterly intolerable, but those who stay only serve to further boost the duos reputation.

It’s one thing for anyone with half a brain to fear the Vagabond, it’s quite another for well-known crooks to literally flee when he appears, spike classic fear-mongering rumours with far more truthful tales of vicious depravity, go to absurd lengths to steer clear of the FAHC at any cost. In the same vein the denizens of Los Santos can only say Gavin’s name with increased reverence after  a mere wink tossed at some thug playing muscle in the background of a meeting has the man throwing up all over himself. Can only be more impressed when a slow smile and whispered comment has another back-peddling so fast the Fake’s make off with way more than they were owed.

Which, of course, suits Geoff just fine, reaping the boons of the pet horrors he keeps in his pocket for a rainy day; rare, but undeniably memorable. To see the three of them at work is a sight to behold, Ramsey strolling along flanked by his most wicked miscreants, one the darkened menace of death incarnate, the other almost alight with his own glittering hubris, not a scrap of restraint or morality between them. They are apocalypse, are inevitable disaster, the end of all things good and holy and with an unseen signal they peel off, leave their grinning king to walk alone as they melt back into the night, set free once more to hunt.

Raised By A Gang

Title: Raised By A Gang-2


Pairing:Reader/Exo Mafia!au


Summary: After you parents passed you were raised by family friends,they just happened to be a gang.

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Originally posted by kibaems

Kyungsoo Pov.
“Kyungsoo can we bake?” Y/N asked me from her seat at the kitchen island “I guess, depends, what do you want to bake?” I turned from my place at the stove leaving the stir fry on the burner. “Cookies!” the seven year old yelled, I chuckled leaning on the counter with my elbows “alright, what kind of cookies?” I asked. She brought her small hand up to her forehead, rubbing it in concentration “umm, what about the kind with the icing on it?” she said looking at me expectantly “sugar cookies?” I asked trying to confirm her choice “yeah those ones!” she exclaimed pointing at my face. “Alright sugar cookies it is, we will make them after I finish dinner alright?” she smiled and nodded, jumping off the stool and running off to find another member to play with. I continued to cook dinner, waiting for it to be ready so I could tend to Y/N’s needs for cookies.

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As soon as I was finished I put dinner out on the table and got ready to call the guys and find Y/N. I walked into the living room to see if anyone was there and saw Y/N at the coffee table playing with something.

“Y/N what are you doing, dinners ready” I asked the seven year old facing the coffee table, “playing, wanna play?” she asked as she turned towards me, clutching a gun in her hand. “Y/N where did you get that?” I asked reaching forward to take the gun from her fingers. She turned keeping it out of my reach “no it mine” she held the gun to her chest. “Y/N give that to me right now” I said sternly, she kept the gun against her chest “but it’s mine, I found it” she said turning away from me. Just as her back turned I reached over her and grabbed it from her hands, she whipped around glaring up at me “hey give that back!” she said reaching her hands above her head. “Where did you get this?” I asked raising the gun above where she could reach, making sure it was absent of bullets which it wasn’t when she had it. “I found it, give it back!” she said jumping up and down trying to get it out of my hands “where exactly did you get it Y/N?” I asked again trying to keep her safe “Sehun’s jacket” she said crossing her arms over her chest. “Ok, but did you take it?” I tried again putting the gun back into the waistband of my pants. She looked down mumbling “I took it” she kicked her feet in the dirt “why?”

“Cus I see it on the tv shows and it looks cool” she mumbled still looking at her feet, “this isn’t a toy Y/N, you can’t play with things like this” I tried to be stern with her to make her understand that she could get seriously hurt. “Come on let’s go eat, can you go find the rest of the guys and tell them dinners ready?” I asked. She turned still staring at her feet “ok” she said toddling off.

After she left, I returned to the kitchen to put the plates out, watching Sehun come into the room. “ Y/N told me dinner was ready. Hey have you seen my gun?” he said, approaching me “yeah Y/N had it” I said putting the gun into his hands reaching into my pockets to retrieve the bullets from my pocket. “How it was in my pocket?” he said reloading the gun “yeah you can’t leave your jacket around where she can get it” he put the gun back into his pocket. “The jacket was on, I never took my jacket off” he said staring into my eyes “she got the gun from inside your pocket while it was on?” I asked, he looked confused for a minute “the little rugrat pickpocketed me! I would understand if it was like a candy but she got a gun out of my pocket without me noticing!” he said turning around as the other guys started to file into the room. “Whats going on?” Tao asked going to sit down at the table “Y/N took my gun out of my pocket! While it was on!” Sehun said exasperated “wait what?” Chen laughed “she pick pocketed my gun out of my pocket!” Sehun said. All the guys turned to look at him, looking shocked “wait really?” Kris asked laughing, “she seriously did!”

Just then Suho and Y/N walked into the room “what’s everyone talking about?” he asked looking around the room, simultaneously we looked down at Y/N. she looked back around the room giggling, holding Suho’s hand. “What’s going on?” she asked “Y/N did you take Sehun’s gun out of his pocket?” Kris asked. “Yeah” she said glancing down at her feet letting go of Suho’s hand “and did you take it out of his pocket while he was wearing it?” he continued asking “yeah” she said again. “Wait Y/N pick pocketed Sehun?” Suho asked looking down at the seven year old, she nodded. Kris crossed his arms over his chest, standing up straight and glancing at the little girl “while I admire your skill for slipping a gun from him, you can’t go around taking things like that, especially guns. Do you understand Y/N?” he asked being stern with her. She nodded her head again glancing back up at him, he quickly turned towards Sehun “and you” he said “ME!” Sehun exclaimed putting a hand over his heart “you are getting rusty if a little girl can take a handgun out of your jacket pocket, you need to do some more work on that” Kris said giving the younger trouble, Sehun nodded his head “yes hyung” he said. “Alright enough of this, dinner’s getting cold. Lets eat” I said trying to defuse the tension. Everyone sat down at the table dishing up their plates.

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During dinner Sehun kept staring at Y/N curiously, like he was trying to figure something out. Finally he looked like he snapped and leaned towards her “alright Y/N how did you do it, how did you get my gun” he asked, she smiled her mouth full of stir fry “Jongdae taught me!” she mumbled around her food pointing at said man across the table. We all whipped around to look at Chen who was smiling guiltily in his seat “what, she would need to know eventually” he said. “Yeah maybe one day not when she is seven! Don’t you see she already took a weapon out of someone’s pocket!” Suho yelled at him “I didn’t think she would take a gun! I thought she would take something like spare change!” Chen put his hands up in surrender. Feeling the beginning of a fight coming on I got up quietly and walked over to Y/N crouching down next to her seat and leaning towards her ear “let’s go upstairs Y/N” I whispered in her ear, she turned her head away from the fight and looked towards me “ok.” she got up and grabbed my hand and followed me out of the room.

“Why were they fighting Soo?” she asked once we had made it to my room and were sitting on my bed “I’m not sure Y/N” she looked down at her fingers in her lap “is it because of me? Was it because I took Sehun’s gun? I just wanted to play” she said sniffling. “No Y/N it’s okay, you shouldn’t have taken his gun. It’s very dangerous and you shouldn’t play with it ok. It may seem like a toy buts its not so you can’t take it anymore ok.” she looked up at me with tearful eyes “and Jongdae shouldn’t have taught you how to do that, but now you know and we can’t change that, but you can’t take things anymore ok?” I said holder her small hands in mine. “Alright, can we still bake cookies?” she asked her eyes lighting up, I laughed as her thoughts simply just changed “I don’t think we can tonight, but maybe tomorrow, ok?” I said. Her smile didn’t even falter “ok!” she said jumping off the bed.

The door swung open quickly and we both turned to look at who it was, standing in the door was Chen with his head down and Kris and Suho standing behind him. Kris nudged him forward with his toe and coughed loudly “what do you wanna say Jongdae” he said using his leader voice. Jongdae rose his head slightly “I’m sorry Y/N for teaching you how to pickpockets and that you got in trouble for taking Sehun’s gun” he said looking down at the little girl before me. She smiled and jumped towards him “its ok Dae, Soo already talked to me about it. He said I’m not supposed to take things anymore, and that guns are dangerous” she said looking up at him. Kris crouched down putting his elbows on his knees and smiling at her “that’s right Y/N, good job. So no more taking things without permission, alright?” he looked her in the eyes trying to get her to understand “I know, can we go play now?” she jumped onto Kris looking at his face. He laughed standing with her in his arms “alright we can, lets go. Come on Jongdae” he said turning towards the hallway and walking out with Jongdae trailing behind him head still down. Suho watched them leave and turned towards me leaning on the door frame “thanks Kyungsoo, for watching out for her” he looked to me smiling lightly. I smiled back at him “Of course she’s all of our responsibility, and we all have her safety in mind first. But some of us are just a little too dumb to think that maybe a seven year old should not learn how to pickpockets” he laughed at my response.

Looking back out into the hallway smiling fondly “all very true. Alright lets go play with our munchkin.”


That was the second chapter of the Raised By A Gang series, sorry its late. I was having some family troubles and had been gone over the weekend, but its here now! Also we reached 100 followers! thank you guys so much!

I Get Around-(Daryl Dixon)

Originally posted by theultimatewalker

The shade of the porch shields the upper half of my body, my legs propped up in the sun on the railings. The faint wind is just enough to keep me from sweating. 

 I slowly swing on the porch swing of my farm house, a book perched on my lap. A book I’ve read at least 10 times since the dead decided to make a comeback and torment the rest of us. I haven’t seen any of the dead show up for a few days, which is good. That means the town’s clearing, and maybe in another few days I’ll go see what it’s like and get supplies. But for now, I’ll stay put with my gun and dog. In a way, this is like a vacation.

 Max, my dog, suddenly shoots up from underneath me, ears pointed upwards. He never barks, which is good because he could attract the things. He just growls like mad. But that’s enough to just about give me a heart attack.

 I look over to where he’s growling, and notice a man standing at the end of my driveway. An actual human. We briefly make eye contact. He stops in his tracks, and as if on queue, both of us point our weapons at each other. His crossbow against my gun. 

 My initial shock of seeing an actual human has worn off as I realize the danger the man might bring around. 

 I step off the porch, gun held high, and watch him as he stops a few feet away from me. He’s pacing around like a wild animal. 

 “Well look at what we have here. I’ve never seen you around town.” I say, not lowering my gun. The man looks me up and down, and slowly, uncertainly, lowers his crossbow. I furrow my eyebrows at the action. I could just shoot him.

 “Have you seen a lil’ girl around?” he asks, his voice raspy and tired. Like he doesn’t have any more energy left in him. 

 I reluctantly tuck my gun into its holster and tell Max to sit. He’s been growling this whole time. “I haven’t, I’m sorry. Where are you from?” I ask, slightly curious. And maybe a little desperate. As I said, I haven’t seen him around town before this whole thing started. 

 He looks down at Max tentatively, the corners of his mouth slightly twitching. Well, he is a cute dog. 

 The man hesitates before speaking. “A farm not that far. The Greenes farm.” He grunts. At this point, Max is sniffing the man and wagging his tail. The dog knows a good guy when he sees one. He bends down and pets Max. 

“I’ll help you look for the girl. I have nothing better to do anyways. and Maggie Greene went to my Psych class.” I shrug a little, a small smile coming to my face as I notice Max’s excitement about the man. He’s good, now there’s no doubt about that. And he could use some help.

Originally posted by thetaronblog

Prompt: “Have you looked in the bowl?”

Character: Eggsy Unwin (Suggested by anon)

Warning: N/A


“Love, have you seen my gun?” You looked up from where you were reading your book, to see Eggsy running about the house, pulling it apart essentially in search of his gun.

“Have you looked in the bowl?” The bowl itself was a nondescript  bowl that you put on a table in the hallway leading into your house, almost everything ended up there, keys, guns, glasses, the odd piece of fruit every now and then, a tie, and so forth. Typically in your house the first port of call was the bowl.

“No…”

“Check the bowl, honey.” You watched him walk off somewhat like a child who’d been embarrassed by his mother, a little smile on your face as you heard him thumping through the house. 

“Did you find it?!” You called out after a few moments knowing that he would have gotten to the bowl by that point and not hearing him stomp his way back through the house (he really did have the heaviest foot steps for a spy?!) you assumed he had either found it or was still looking.

“It was in the bowl!” Was called back and you felt a smug satisfaction at being right. You were always right. (Well not always, he did tend to beat you in trivial pursuit after all)

“I told you!”

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RatingTeen And Up Audiences
Archive WarningNo Archive Warnings Apply
CategoryM/M
FandomsDCU (Comics)Batman - All Media TypesRed Robin (Comics)Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)
RelationshipTim Drake/Jason Todd
CharactersTim DrakeJason ToddDamian Wayne
Additional TagsHeight DifferencesPaybackSassRomanceEstablished Relationship

Summary:  Jason keeps putting things out of Tim’s reach and he’s not having it anymore.


“Hey, Jay.” Tim leaned over the back of the couch and Jason head, so the other man had no choice other than to pay attention to him. “Have you seen my tablet? I thought I left it on the table, but it’s not there and it’s not on the charger either.”

“I moved it.”

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SNK characters as things my father has said.

Eren: “No man, I’m serious! There were no walls!”

Jean: *hits me with a hard stuffed Bunny* “Don’t be a whimp.”
*hits himself with it*
“Ow, that shit hurts!”

Erwin: “you’re in college! Cover your damn books!”

Connie: “Wait, what? Madagascar is a real country?”
Bonus- “Egypt is not in Africa!… Is it?”

Sasha: “Don’t be stupid, that’s your brother’s job.”

Levi: “I’ve never met a kid who cries about eating ice cream.”

Mikasa: “Have you seen my gun? I lost it about a week ago.”

Armin: “I know a lot of usless information, Don’t I?”

Hanji: “I swear, I’m going to sell you kids and just buy more dogs.”

~Zari

  • how most people see erron black: sex god, fucks everyone's ass, fucked your mom, fucked your dad, looked amazing doing it, is a stripper, the boss, large in charge, BAMF,
  • actual erron black: $$$ holla holla get dolla
  • actual erron black: k where the money tho
  • actual erron black: money
  • actual erron black: *sniffs money*
  • actual erron black: have you seen these guns
  • actual erron black: i love my guns
  • actual erron black: gun bullet pew pew
  • actual erron black: pew
Double Date : Daveed x Reader

“I can’t believe you’re finally going on a double date with me and Anthony!” Jazzy said while waiting for the mascara on her eye lashes to dry before another coat.

“You’ve said that about a million times! It’s not that big of a deal.” I reply slightly laughing at her.

She was in the middle of another coat suddenly stopping to look at me,“It is a big deal! You and Daveed have been together for like 6 months! It’s about time!”

“I guess you’re right. It’s about seven they should be here soon.” I tell her brushing my hair one last time.

“Well you look fabulous.” Jazzy says to me finally putting the mascara away,“Now for some finishing touches.”

I smile at her as she gets out the lip stick. We both pick colors a little bit different than what we usually wear since tonight is such a special night according to Jasmine.

“Hey Y/N?” she asks putting on lipstick in the mirror.

“Yeah?”

“Did Daveed ever tell you where they’re taking us?”

I pause putting on lip stick to think,“Nope.”

As if on cue the doorbell rings. We both just looked at each other not knowing how this night would end. After opening the door Anthony leads both of us to the car.

“Hey baby.” Daveed says as I get in the car after Jasmine. He lightly pecks me on the lips as Anthony laughs at us.

“Could you both hold off on that till later?” He laughs as we all get our seat belts on.

“Fine.” I huff and we make our way to wherever they were taking Jazz and I.

“Just wait till you see where we’re going.” Daveed said smirking slightly.

“You’ll love it.” Anthony added.

In about 5 minutes we saw our destination. It was a beautiful bright carnival off the coast.

“Is that it?!” I exclaim.

“Sure is!” Daveed replies laugh. Jazz and I are still in awe of what those two dorks planned.

We find a parking spot and all walk up to the administration. The boys paid being the gentlemen they are and then got food.

“What would you both like to do after this?” Anthony questions as we’re all stuffing our face with carnival food. Why is this so much better than normal food?

“Definitely no rides. I’d rather keep my food in my stomach.” I say and Daveed starts laugh almost spitting out his drink.

“Well maybe I could go and win you something.” He says.

“Doubt you have the skill.” I say causing Jazz and Anthony to snicker.

“Excuse me but have you seen my guns?!” Daveed says showing off his muscles.

“More than a few times.” I nonchalantly say,“But do you have the accuracy?”

“Well I guess we’ll have to see.” He pouts yet somehow still having a slight smirk.

“We’ll catch up with you guys later.” I laugh as Daveed drags me to a booth. One attempt goes by and he fails. After I laugh at him he just glares towards me which I stick my tongue out back.

“Second one is going to win it.” He says. Surely enough he did getting a fluffy teddy bear.

“Now I’m not sure I should give you this because of your doubt of my skills. But I guess since I love you I’ll let it slide.” He says smiling then kissing me on the lips handing me the teddy bear.

“I love you too.” I say,“Now let’s go find Anthony and Jasmine.”

What A Lie (Mark ft Chanyeol) Part Three

Originally posted by ayegrons

Genre:Angst/Fluff

Word Count:1,149

Summary:Sometimes you just got to give someone a second chance, but there will always be someone unhappy with that decision.

A/n: Sorry for the late post of this chapter, I know a few of you guys requested this a long time ago but I never got to it! So here you go, hope you enjoy it!~J

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//


You sat on your couch, it was a normal Saturday morning and you didn’t have anymore assignments so you were just sitting on your couch watching some early cartoons. Your phone started to buzz, it was Chanyeol.

‘Hey can I come over?’ He texted.

‘Yeah sure, bring me food?’ you texted back.

‘Already did’ He texted back.

You smiled as you placed down your phone, continuing to watch your cartoons you heard the knock on the door. You smiled as you headed to the door, before opening the door you fixed your hair. When you opened it, it wasn’t Chanyeol, in came Mark with this chick on his side. Your smile turned into a frown.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“My girl forgot something here” Mark says.

“I swore I got everything of yours out of here” You say.

“Well you go get it” Mark say to the girl as she nods heading up stairs, you two were left together.

“So where did you two meet?” You asked trying to make conversation.

“We met at a club” Mark says “A one night stand became a more nights stand”

“Stop that joke was horrible” You laugh.

“It still made you laugh” Mark smiles.

“Cause it sucks” You laugh, for a moment it felt like back when you two were dating.

“Well it made you laugh, so my joke works.” Mark says, ruffling your hair.

“Woah, bruh don’t” You say, taking a step back.

“Oh sorry, I guess I was so used to us when we were dating” Mark says.

“Yeah, it was like how we were before” You say.

“Maybe we could try to be together again?” Mark asks.

You were about to open your mouth to say something, but then you heard a knock on the door.

“One second” You smile heading to the door.

“Hey Y/n, I brought the food!” Chanyeol smiles, holding up the food bag.

“Oh sweet, just put it on the table and we can watch some netflix while we eat.” You say.

“Woah, are we about to netflix and chill? I wasn’t ready” Chanyeol jokes.

“Are you two a thing?” Mark asks.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” Chanyeol says putting his arm around your shoulder.

“No, we’re not a thing, Chanyeol is so far into the friend zone” You say, taking his arm off of you.

“Trust me, we’ll be a thing” Chanyeol says.

“Yeah okay, in your dreams.” You say.

“Okay Mark, I got it” The girl says.

“Who’s that?” Chanyeol asks.

“She’s no one” Mark says.

“I’m his girlfriend” The girl smiles.

“No she’s not” Mark says.

“Yeah I am” The girl says.

“No you’re not” Mark says to her.

“Ugh, fine be that way find your own way home.” She says, storming out.

“What? No come back!” Mark says.

“Want a fry?” Chanyeol asks you, handing you one.

“You want a bite?” You ask him, handing him your burger.

“Are you guys just watching this?” Mark asks.

“We were going to watch netflix, but this is so much better” You say.

“But it’s over now, so I guess we’ll just watch some netflix.” Chanyeol says, turning on your tv.

“Can I stay here for a bit? Jackson can’t pick me up so I have to wait a couple hours for him to come” Mark asks.

“Sure, want a fry?” You ask, handing him a fry.


Chanyeol left and it was just Mark and you again, you were putting away the trash from the food. While Mark sat on the couch patiently, waiting for you to come back. Once you sat down, he started to ask you.

“So how about it?” Mark asked.

“What?” You asked him.

“How about we try to be a thing again?” Mark suggests.

“We could, if you cut all ties with those other girls, and you can’t go to clubs without me.” You say, jokingly since you know he won’t do it.

“Okay” Mark says.

“What?” You ask.

“Okay, I’ll do it because I love you and I want to be with you.” Mark says.

“Okay, then call all of them and end it now” You say.

“Okay” Mark says, pulling out his phone.

After thousands of heart breaking calls, Mark finally finished.

“Done and blocked” Mark smiles.

“You ended ties with fifty girls?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah, I would end all of it just to be with you.” Mark smiles.

“Wow, you are being serious.” You say.

“So does that mean we can date again?” Mark asks, hope in his eyes.

“Yeah I guess, since you promise that you won’t cheat on me again.” You say.

“Does that mean I can move in here again?” Mark asks.

“Why would you want to?” You ask him.

“Because then I can wake up to the most important thing in my life, and go to sleep with her too.” Mark says.

“I mean if you want to” You say.

“Great!” Mark says, kissing your cheek.


The next day, Mark had moved all of his stuff back. It was no longer as lonely and quiet, since you had him back, it was nice. Although there was someone who was not happy with this new arrangement.

“Y/n, I don’t know why you’re taking him back” Chanyeol says, flipping through the channels.

“He wanted a second chance, he seems committed to this” You say.

“He’s going to hurt you again.” Chanyeol says.

“If he does it doesn’t matter, it’s my fault for trusting him, but I believe he’s changed” You say to him.

“If he does anything, tell me so I can beat him up.” Chanyeol says.

“Yeah okay, like you could beat him up” You laugh.

“Have you seen my guns lately? I’ve been working out” Chanyeol says, flexing for you to see.

“Can you not flex for my girlfriend, my ego will become bigger since I have much better muscles” Mark says, taking a sip of his water.

“Shut up” Chanyeol says, clenching his fists.

“What are you doing here anyways?” Mark asks.

“Can I not hang out at my friends house?” Chanyeol asks.

“Guys it’s fine, let’s just act like friends for a second.” You say, trying to silence the tension.

“Okay, only for you babe” Mark says giving you a wink.

“Ugh, I think I just barfed” Chanyeol says, fake puking.

“Chanyeol stop” You laugh.


After Chanyeol left, Mark started to cuddle with you. You two were watching a movie on tv when Mark started to speak up.

“I don’t like how he looks at you” Mark says, kissing your head.

“Who? Chanyeol?” You ask.

“Yeah him.” Mark says, continuing to kiss your head.

“Chanyeol’s just a friend, don’t worry about it” You say, giving him a peck on the lips.


Back at Chanyeol’s apartment, he was still thinking about you.

“Y/n, you deserve better and I’m going to show you that I’m better.” He says.

d.e.b.s. (2004) quote sentence starters.

  • ❝  i didn’t even want to be a criminal. i wanted to be a pirate.  ❞
  • ❝  did you just snap my bra?  ❞
  • ❝  so, you’re an assassin.  ❞
  • ❝  that’s my bunk, bitch.  ❞
  • ❝  look, let’s just pretend that we’re in barcelona, and you’re in art school, and i’m renting sailboats to tourists, and we’re just us.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m going to send you so far away that luxuries like toilet paper and diet coke are but a distant memory.  ❞
  • ❝  if you’ll excuse me, i have a date with the devil.  ❞
  • ❝  if there is evil in this world, its name is ____.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re not as boring as i thought. but you’re not as bright, either.  ❞
  • ❝  this is bullshit! this could not get any worse!  ❞
  • ❝  we are going to die.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m here because i feel more like me when i’m with you than i do when i’m with me.  ❞
  • ❝  do you love her?  ❞
  • ❝  you were dumped.  ❞
  • ❝  i was not dumped!  ❞
  • ❝  remember when you got drunk and nearly got the chancellor of bulgaria killed?  ❞
  • ❝  they’re calling you a hero, when really you’re a slut. a gay slut.  ❞
  • ❝  correct me if i’m wrong, but your friend seems to be hitting on my friend.  ❞
  • ❝  oh my god! she almost kissed you! you almost let her!  ❞
  • ❝  you owe me fifty bucks.  ❞
  • ❝  what’s your beef with australia?  ❞
  • ❝  have you seen my gun?  ❞
  • ❝  i think love should be irresistible, like a drug, you know? i think when it happens you should just not be able to help yourself. i just - i wanted… more.  ❞
  • ❝  i am really not up for dying today.  ❞

Your fingers traced over the smooth metallic surface of Luke’s antler necklace, turning the jewelry around in your fingers and sighing as you stared at the empty space next to you. You pushed yourself off of your bed and walked over to Luke’s dresser, sliding open the top drawer where he had his rings and other necklaces stored. A sudden beeping noise caused you to jump, your eyes averting to the green flashing light before a compartment in the dresser opened. Your hands shook as you pulled the secret drawer out, your heart nearly stopping in your chest when you found a gun.

“Babe, have you seen my antler necklace?” Luke rushed out as he stumbled through the door, his head dropped down towards his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His head rose up to meet your terrified gaze, Luke’s eyes instantly widening as you stood there with tears threatening to spill out. “Y/N-”

“Who are you?” you choked out, trying to keep your eyes off of the weapon that your fiance had been hiding this whole time. Luke felt his heart sink in his chest as he stepped closer to you, instantly causing you to flinch as you moved away from him.

“You have to let me explain later, I really gotta go and I need that necklace-”

“Who are you?” you repeated, your chest rising and falling at a heavy pace.
Luke’s baby blues glared at you as he tried to find the right words to say, his mind racing as he let out a deep breath. He could easily just bend your arm back and snatch the necklace from you- he’s had more than enough training, but he could never take advantage of how vulnerable you looked right now. And that’s how Luke knew that he loved you- his instincts were conditioned to fight, and in any other scenario the perpetrator would have been lying dead on the floor by now. But he just couldn’t get himself to move because the only person he could trust was terrified of him, and he couldn’t stand being the reason why there were tears staining your cheeks.

Luke swallowed the lump in his throat before running his tongue over his lips, his hand running through his messy hair as the other lifted up his shirt to reveal a bulletproof vest. “I work for a spy agency. Not real estate.” You gave a small nod as you stared at your feet, a tear slipping from your eye as you reached out for his hand, a glimmer of hope shining in Luke’s eyes. You slowly peeled his fingers apart and dropped the antler necklace in his palm before turning away and letting out another sob, Luke’s heart breaking as he stood there helplessly. “Y/N-“

“I can’t believe you!” you screamed, your voice shaking as rage rushed through your veins. “The hands I let run over my skin every night have killed people! Oh my god, I’m engaged to a fucking murderer. Does my ring have a tracking device in it or something?!”

“Just let me explain,” Luke pleaded, his hands self-consciously sliding into his pockets. “I’m not allowed to tell people, okay? No one’s supposed to know that this agency even exists. I would never in a million years even think about hurting you. You’re the only person I trust,” he rushed out, his heart slamming against his chest as he silently begged for your forgiveness. “I love you so much, Y/N. You have no idea how much I’ve done to protect you.”

You nodded before staring at him for a few seconds longer, longing for his warmth as you stepped forward and clung to his body, Luke’s arms instantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you,” you whispered into his chest, his hands running over your back as you felt him kiss the top of your head. “So is this why you love Will Smith so much?”

Luke laughed at your question, pulling away to attach his lips to yours before kissing along your jawline and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but I have a really important mission I need to get to right now.”

“Be careful,” you told him, holding his face in your hands before pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Always,” Luke breathed out, delicately running his finger over the curve of your cheekbone as he studied you. “I’ll always come back to you.”

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Things that Go Bump (1/1)

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to Carrie @amagicalship, who I hope has recovered from her bout with a yucky cold. I know you had a great birthday, and I hope this makes it even better. You make this whole tumblr experience happier for all of us with your kindness, beautiful writing and gorgeous blog. Thank you forever for giving me moral support and off-the-charts great betaing behind the scenes. Speaking of which, thanks to @lenfaz and @kat2609 for betaing this for me.

Rated: M (graphic smut, for my smut queen Carrie)

Summary: Strange things are afoot at the Swan household. Family and friends help Emma prepare for a wickedly fun evening, while she and her pirate go all-in on their criminally sexy joint Halloween costumes. However, she comes to learn that playing tricks on a pirate always has consequences.

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In the dimly lit room it was hard to tell if the ropes were tight enough.

Emma stared at the device hanging from the ceiling - set to fall on the next hapless victim - and wondered if it needed an adjustment. Without thinking, she lifted her hand to fasten down a rope with magic, felt the rush of energy flow to her fingertips…but decided against it. She needed to feel like she could do this on her own.

Just as she was putting the step-stool away, the front door opened and closed softly, and a familiar footfall sounded in her foyer. She stepped back into the shadows to see how well the contraption worked.

As Killian stepped into the kitchen, she held her breath.

Nothing.

“Am I to believe, Swan, that the residents of Storybrooke – some of whom have battled ogres and all of whom have been placed under spells – wish to mill about in these,” he waved his hook at the ceiling, “houses of horror, so they can be frightened by friends dressed as monsters and warlocks?”

“That’s about right,” she said stepping out of the shadows, irritated that the giant paper mache hand hadn’t dropped. She knelt down to move aside the padding on the floor that hid the release mechanism.

“For amusement?”

“Yes,” she smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

“I’ll never understand this realm.”

She reached up to grasp his hand and he squeezed once before walking off. In the wake of all that had come to pass, she had been left with a constant need to touch him…to make sure he was still there.

Emma glanced across the room to watch Killian - in his dark blue peacoat and jeans - place a bag of groceries on the counter (and perhaps stared a bit harder than necessary as he bent down to put away the bread).

More often than not these days, she simply forgot who he had been and where he had come from. But as he made his way through the old Victorian, thumbing rubber spiders and pushing aside wispy black drapes to look behind, she was struck by how much he still had to discover about this world.

He hung up his coat next to the cellar door, which was most definitely not going to be a part of the Storybrooke Haunted House Tour. Nobody needed to see the dark underbelly of her white picket house, given everything that went down…down there. As it was, she was still worried that half the town wouldn’t show up to her house. The former Dark One and all. It had been over a month and she was still waiting for the dwarves to come by and help rehab the basement into something not resembling a dungeon, but no one was returning her calls.

It was irritating beyond belief to get Happy’s voicemail yesterday for the tenth time - Off to work I go, leave a message and I’ll gladly call you back. - and given the look she got from him at breakfast (not happy at all) she was starting to think it was possible that the curse word she uttered into the receiver upon hearing the message was spoken after the beep.

Killian had moved into the living room.

Feeling playful, she edged around the corner of the wall and waited until she heard the creak of the hardwood on the other side of the dark fabric suspended in the doorway. As soon as she saw his hook push through, she pounced.

“Boo!”

“OI! What do you think you’re doing?!?”

“So, the great Captain Hook can be scared.”

“I was not scared. I was caught off guard.” He reached a finger up to scratch his ear, and avoided her gaze.

“Is that so?” She nudged him with her thigh, a gleam in her eye. “You haven’t forgotten I can tell when someone is lying to me.”

“You’ve got quite the dangerous sense of humor.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he took hold of her by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, “you can’t ambush a pirate and not expect to pay the price.”

She giggled as he hauled her towards the stairs, but they were stopped by the ring of the doorbell behind them. “Killian! Oh! You have to put me down, that’s Henry at the front door. I forgot he was stopping by.”

He flipped her down and set her gently on her feet, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. “This isn’t over, love. I’ll get you back for trying to frighten me…later.”

“I’ve defeated dragons and witches and darkness, Killian Jones. It’s going to take a lot of effort to scare me,” she goaded.

With his hand outstretched for the front door handle, he turned to face her – eyebrow peaked over a piercing blue gaze and his tongue tracing his upper teeth dangerously – before opening the door, “Henry, me boy! Come on in.”

Emma quickly replaced her look of gape-mouthed longing with a plastered-on smile to greet her son.

She’d have said hi, but first she needed to remember how to breathe again.

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anonymous asked:

MORE LEXARK!!! 🙌

They’re silently sitting inside a car while eating some readymade pasta meal, Alicia in the driver’s seat and Elyza sitting shotgun. The night is cold and unsurprisingly dark, the stars hidden behind murky, hopeless clouds. A shy ray of moonlight is seeping through though, and Alicia hangs on to it like a lifeline. She yearns for hope. She needs it.

What she doesn’t notice are blue eyes peering at her, soft and caring, and with a glimmer of deep concern.

“You have four chunks of meat, all exactly the same size,” Elyza speaks, breaking the brunette’s daze. Anything to see those pretty green eyes smile. “One beef, one pork, one chicken, one turkey.” Alicia stares at her like she’s crazy, but lets her go on. “You can make a fire, but have no idea how strong it will be and how long it will last.” Elyza waits for the girl’s nod to finish, “Which one do you choose to cook?”

Alicia frowns, this is a simple one. “Chicken.”

Elyza smirks as she brinks the plastic fork to her mouth. “Why?”

“It’s not as dense, so it’ll cook faster.”

“Wrong.”

Alicia’s eyebrows rise. “Wrong?”

Elyza’s smirking nod is positively infuriating. “The cooking temperature for beef is the lowest. If you choose chicken, you’ll be fucking walking around drooling blood before the meat even heats up.”

Alicia huffs and turns to the the road ahead of them, dismissing the now empty food container. She brings a foot onto her seat and props her elbow on the knee, fingertips playing with her own lips. Elyza averts her stare to the moon above them.

“So you’re like… what? A walking Survival 101?”

Elyza smirks and taps her double-barrel affectionately. “Sweetheart, have you seen my gun?”

Alicia’s reply is a perhaps too evidently annoyed eye roll. “That would work better if you were a guy.”

“And that would work better if you were actually straight,” the blonde laughs, stretching her legs and propping her feet atop her side of the instrument panel.

Alicia dares look to the right again and finds blue eyes staring at her intently. Their gazes lock for several seconds and Alicia feels herself swallow at the intensity of the moment. Before she can allow herself to drown even further into the deep blue, she breaks contact again.

“You’re an asshole,” Alicia says finally, with the ghost of a smile stubbornly playing at her lips. Her eyes return to the sky, finding that some of the clouds have given way for the stars to shine a light on the sturdy black SUV.

“Well you’re a brat,” Elyza claps back, tossing her now empty food container to the back seats, and is surprised to meet silence as an answer. She looks over at Alicia, whose eyes are once again clouded by concern, and sighs softly. “Hey,” she breathes out, withdrawing her legs to lean over the console and place a comforting hand on the brunette’s knee. “We’ll find them again.”

Alicia chuckles dryly. Her family are often protagonists to her most terrifying thoughts. “If they haven’t been eaten yet.”

“They haven’t,” Elyza reassures her again, and there is a novel softness and tenderness to her voice. When Alicia looks down at the hand on her knee, she doesn’t even feel flustered. It feels natural and comfortable, and a warmth grows in her chest. “I feel it in my bones.”

“Do you feel it in your fingers too?” She only realises what she just said when she sees a big, shit-eating grin takes over the blonde’s lips. “I meant— the song, I was referencing the song!”

For Elyza, seeing the brunette in flustered aggravation like this is a delight.

“Why do you even care anyway?” Alicia asks, and it’s a tough jab. Who can really blame her, though? All her life, her family has revolved around her addict brother. Alicia has always been left out, so she decided to make a life for herself instead of waiting around for people to notice her. So much for that now.

Instead of snapping back, Elyza points at the sky. “See that star? The brightest one of all?”

“Yeah, Polaris,” Alicia huffs, crossing her arms. “I’m not an ignorant, I was going to Berkeley before this whole shit happened.”

Elyza smirks. “Well, Miss Berkeley. Here’s the thing: whenever you’re lost, follow the star. It will lead you home.”

“I didn’t know you were a sentimental idiot. And you didn’t answer my question: why do you even care?”

“I believe in second chances,” Elyza admits with a shrug, and her eyes find Alicia’s. “This is mine.”

“So you are a sentimental idiot,” the brunette smirks.

“Maybe we’re soulmates,” the blonde says, wiggling her eyebrows. “Maybe in another universe, I couldn’t save you, and now I’m doing every-fucking-thing in my power to keep you safe.”

Alicia stares at her, eyebrow raised, for several seconds.

“That’s really stupid,” she laughs at last, and the other woman can’t help but smile fondly. “I’m starting to think you’re as crazy as my brother.”

“Crazy-er,” Elyza corrects with a teasing smile, and it’s okay that Alicia thinks it’s just a joke. Life is perfect when she gets to hear that wonderful laugh again.

Tomorrow, they will be drawn back to reality. Tonight, they can allow themselves to dream. And as she watches Alicia sink into the seat, sleepiness taking over her eyes, Elyza knows exactly what her own dreams will be made of.

anonymous asked:

what is this "gun bitch" thing? is it something Alycia said?

Hhaha yeah, she did a radio spot where a guy was talking about how there is that one person who is so intimidating or ‘close to losing it’ that you side with because you don’t want to be at the other end of that person’s ‘cross hairs’. 

The interviewer was saying how he wants to be Lexa’s gun-bitch because she is ruthless and will do what needs to be done. That Lexa is so badass and ruthless that no one is going to be able to take her down. Alycia was nerding out at that and laughing saying “Omg! that’s amazing! I’m so honored!” 

Interviewer: “The great thing about Lexa is that she has no problems making the hard decisions”
Alycia: “ Yeahhhh, she is just ruthless.”
Interviewer: “She will just say, yeah this is what needs to be done”
Alycia: “She won’t even say it she’ll just DO it. Then people will be like ‘WOAH LEXA, what the–?!’ and she’ll be like ‘Don’t question me, like are you my gun-bitch or what?’” 

[FULL INTERVIEW] gun-bitch part starts around the 9:22 mark. 

You might have seen my blog title is Heda’s gun-bitch (aka loyal unquestioning warrior —> heda’s warrior)  

two-sides-one-girl  asked:

-Isis was rushing around getting ready for work but couldn't find her gun even though she'd put it in her lock box.- Luca! Have you seen my gun?

*Luca was reading his book* Hmm.. Oh, sorry.. I noticed that it needed to be cleaned. So I cleaned it. *hands it over* I also took the liberty of fixing it and also adding a fingerprint scanner on the trigger. No one but you can fire it. *Keeps reading as he talked* Jacs was nice enough to make the parts.