OMG = Oh my Ghoul
FFS = Ferals’ Foul Sh*t
TMI = Too Many Institute
LMFAO= Lost My Freakin’ Ammunition,
Officer (or) Last Minuteman
Fetches Alcohol Order
ROTFL = Run Over The Flamin’ Lot
WTF = Where’s The Fatman
‘I don’t give a molerat’s left nut!’
'Cult-hole’ [Dunwich Borers ref.]
'Children of Assdom’
'Green as a Supermutant in May’
'Up and Atom, baby!’
'About as secure as a Pulowski’ [i.e. not at all]
So….if Strong joined the Railroad, would that make him…the Green Lantern?
Edit: Thanks for all the likes and reblogs so far. I had no idea this would go down so well! Please, please submit / send your ideas to add to this list!
Additional: GTFO= Gunners Throw Frags Over
'Sharper than a Bloodbug’s nose’
'You got a Deathclaw wish?’
'Hotter than an Assaultron’s wink’
'Such a ProDickTron…’
'Sour as Brahmin milk’
'Crazier than a rabid radstag on a rampage’
'FTW = For The 'Wealth!’ (As in Commonwealth).
'FUBAR = Fried Under Bright Atomic Radiation’
'SNAFU = Sanctuary Now A Friggin’ Urinal / …Fantastic Utopia
'TITS = The Institute Talks Sh*t’ (e.g. “Everybody knows TITS”
• Sasuke loves naps and will blow shit up if you bother him during one of them
• Only Naruto may sneak into his bed and cuddle him and pet his hair, if he turns away, you may only spoon.
• if you spoon and he grunts - just leave, he’s being a bratty baby today and ur bothering him.
• Naruto tickles Sasuke once in a blue moon, while he naps. Sometimes he can get a head start and run away from Sasuke before his blushing and giggling is under control, most times, he gets a swift uppercut.
• Napping together is a case of futility. Sasuke hogs all the blankets and pillows. Usually Naruto is just there as a body heater and personal head massager.
• Sasuke will get hot and push Naruto away, then get cold and lay on his whole person.
• Sasuke loves laying his head on Naruto’s chest, listening to his breathing is one of the few things that let him nap when he’s been restless.
• When Naruto wants to nap but Sasuke is bored, he will poke and cuddle and grind and do nearly anything to get the blondes attention without using many words. Pouting always works. Naruto will open one eye, sigh and laugh and mumble “alright, alright.” While nearly body tackling Sasuke. Victory is sweet and Sasuke will always smirk like the little shit he is.
• Sasuke looks like an angel when he naps, his face is rested, lips slightly parted: Naruto is totally okay with just looking at this teme.
• Sasuke has been caught sleeping with Naruto’s jacket. It shall not be mentioned. Neither should it be mentioned that he woke up blushy and calling out for Naruto, because shut up, that’s why.
• Sasuke is a cranky asshole when he doesn’t get his naps, but refuses to admit or allow anyone to tell him he needs a nap.
• When Naruto is really tired and stressed, Sasuke will make him take a hot shower and then let Naruto drape himself on Sasuke, wedged between his legs. It’s comfy, more then he will say. Naruto will fall asleep almost instantly, the safe and sound type vibe is overwhelming and he always has peaceful dreams like this.
• ^ secret: Sasuke loves this, its both tending to Naruto as well as self healing. This calm contact and rest is just natural and his mind always goes real quiet.
• Sasuke will not tolerate being called an old man because he likes napping. He will fight you.
• and win. Except that one time with Sakura but that “doesn’t count.” Because he wasn’t “even trying.”
• Sasuke will sigh, say he’s done enough and go home to nap
• Sasuke will grab Naruto’s hand in any given situation and drag him off to napping time, it will take a war to convince him of doing otherwise.
(hello, yes, im turtle garbage and i like leaving this jerk confused cus i love him and its late)
You’re sitting on a far corner of the couch in the lair, away from the boys who currently are ogling some hot chick on TV. Which wasn’t all that abnormal, but with the funk you currently are in, it’s just grating on your nerves. No one notices really, because, well, you’re always quiet. So, who knew the difference between sulking and just sitting there?
The whole reason you were in this slump to begin with was a simple cut on your cheek from training with master splinter. You were always distracted, never wanted to talk to him about it as he offered, but you always thought about it and over thought on it. Mikey had been the only one to even mention it when the group had gotten back from patrol, and innocently he’d kissed it ‘to make it better’. Which under normal circumstances, would have been a cute gesture. However, you’d had about thirty minutes of self-seclusion to over think on it and the current TV situation was just adding fuel to the flame. And then that was it, you snapped.
Not in a psychotic way, but you’d simply had enough and spoke up in a snotty tone.
“You would like a slutty girl like that.”
All four boys looked over at you with mild surprise. Even Donny who wasn’t even paying attention to the TV.
“What?” Leo asked, clearly confused why you would say something like that at all.
You scrunched your nose and showed some teeth in disgust at the situation, “I dunno, it just is so typical. You and Raph are the type of guys who would only pay attention to hour glass bodies in too-tight-too-short dresses.” None of them said anything but exchanged confused looks. In the whole year and a half your homeless ass had crashed with them, never had you sounded so disgusted or annoyed, and that includes the time Mikey knocked you into a pool of sewage while trying to teach you how to navigate down there.
You huffed in annoyance and gripped at the sleeves of your high school hoody. It was a small comfort when you had nothing, it had always been so soft on the inside and warm enough to keep the chill off. “Guys always look at girls like that, the ones who look like they’d sleep with any one given half a chance.”
“Well aren’t you pissy.” Raph spoke up, he sounded more amused with your irritation than angry, but you could hear the small bit of it that dared you to direct anything at him. So, you did. Of corse. After all, he was why you were pissy any way.
“Oh Jesus Christ Raph, you have fucking comics and magazines and posted of half-naked chicks like that all over. Of course, I’m pissy!” There it was, the shift from amused to angry. It was plain as day on his face, but buttons must be pushed. “I mean, hell, I get it. Your strong and built for a chick like that. I know you’ve never been to a high school, just you really are a Jock at heart. You deserve a dumb ass cheerleader. I mean, hell, I’ve seen you watch April, and she’s pretty close. Tiny waist, nice hips. Too bad she doesn’t have the boobs your posters do, or I bet you’d make an enemy out of Donny real quick.”
Clearly agitated, you half pulled your hair, half scratched at your scalp. Yeah, half of this was jealousy, but it really was annoying to constantly be reminded of what you can never look like. You had a shape similar to them, but it came with a whole lot of extra. At least to you it seemed that way. Usually you just hid it under your hoody and cargo pants though. Baggy clothes could hide anything if you tried hard enough. But it wasn’t just that, you were in no way the pretty girl every guy wanted; even a mutated one. You hated the feeling of makeup, couldn’t even afford it if you wanted it, never really did anything with your hair, weren’t exactly stupid, but definitely weren’t smart enough to make up for how you looked either.
Mikey and Donny had eased away from the about-to-be-fight, leaving poor Leo to squish himself into the couch as best he could. They all knew Raph wouldn’t start a fight with you, but it was awkward to be around, especially since 99% of the time you were the compliant one and hardly argued with anything or anyone ever. Leo was clearly dying on the inside and at a loss at what to do or say and it was too late to get up and move away from between the two of you or he’d get stuck in the cross hair somehow.
“And you know me so well do ya?” Raph had his hands clutched but you didn’t notice, you were focused on the stare down between the two of you.
“I know your type.”
“My type!?” His hollering caused the sensitive TV to lose its vertical hold, “I have a type!? Look at me! I’m not a fucking Jock, I’m a god damned turtle!”
“Human, Turtle, Still the same thing. Both are dicks who only care about how someone looks.”
“Are you serious right now!?”
Raph had only meant to move the table out of the way but managed to flip the whole thing over in his hurried anger. Screw it though, everyone was more or less used to that kind of behavior from him anyway. Or he thought so up until it made you hop to your feet and puff out your chest like you had some kind of chance against him. He could see the fear and anger and complete hurt he didn’t understand and any thought that might have slithered through the back of his mind about knocking you around like his brothers was completely gone. True to form, you wouldn’t back down and he had always liked that in people, even when it was stupid to. He respected it, even from someone who was usually so quiet and self-restrained.
“And what if I wasn’t.” The words poured out more like venom than a real question, which it clearly was rhetorical anyhow, and you hesitated.
And Then everything was silent. Accept the static-y TV still playing the cop show. The three silent brothers exchanged very confused, very quick, glances. There was no way they were missing this… Whatever this was.
Raphael moved a step back, which considering the height difference between the two of you, was a reasonable space really. You hadn’t moved, you hadn’t made a sound, your eyes were just as wide as they could be. Slowly, as if your head would fall off if you moved it to quickly, you looked over at the boys and pointed at their brother, “…Did… Was that in my head?”
Two head shook ‘no’ while Mikey raised his shoulders, also unsure if he was caught in some weird nightmare where he had to watch his brother kiss girls. He hoped he wasn’t in that nightmare.
Raph, in his smugness, watched your expressions change; Shock, to confusion, quickly to happiness before shifting to anger and betrayal. He didn’t get it, he thought that would fix it but instead you were glaring at him with tears in your eyes.
“What!?” Any smugness that was there was wiped clean. He hated that look. He’d never gotten it before, but he sure as hell hated it.
“Why would you do that.” Your voice was shaking in your attempt not to cry. “You shouldn’t do that to people you don’t like… It’s wrong!”
In a split second, you’d turned around and hopped over the back of the couch and started towards the door as quickly as you could, scooping your bag up and over your shoulder as you did.
“Wait, where are you going!?” Leo spoke up, completely confused where you were going since you lived on their couch. Logically you couldn’t go home or anything.
And then you were gone.
Raph stood in a bit of dumbfounded shock for a moment, arms limp at his sides.
“What was that all about?” Donny chimed in quietly.
Raph threw his arms towards the door angrily and had the most stressed face he could give his brothers, “YOU TELL ME! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?”
Being Peter Parker’s best friend had its perks and its disadvantages. Disadvantages being that you tended to be waken up at 2 or 3am to heal your wounded friend, always worrying about him not making it out alive and him usually ditching you because Spiderman was needed somewhere else. Perks being that you always knew you could count on him, that he was probably the nicest person alive, and that you got to know The Avengers. Peter had invited you over to the Tower before, and you already got along with everyone, but you were usually too nervous around them to look at everything around you. For the first time ever, you were alone with Peter at the Tower, since you two had been paired for a Chemistry project and you had everything you needed at Tony’s lab, which he had so kindly offered to let you work in. The Avengers were in a mission, which Peter couldn’t participate in because of his homework. You knew he was, somehow, mad, so you were trying to make him laugh by joking a little. ‘Where are you taking me?’ you asked, as you were in a part of the Tower you had never been in before. ‘The lab’ Peter said, walking in front of you. ‘The project isn’t gonna do itself’ he said with a smirk on his lips. You shook your head, laughing. You walked up to him and kept looking around, amazed at how impressive everything was. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you didn’t give it much thought as you stepped into the lab, careful not to break anything. You were looking at some liquids with different colors that you did not know what they were, when you heard Peter mutter ‘I can’t take it anymore’. Before you even knew what was going on, his lips were on yours. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. After what seemed like a minute, you both pulled apart to breathe, and you smiled softly at him. ‘You know, for being so unexperienced, you are a pretty good kisser’ you said with a smirk. He smirked back at you and kissed you again, but you both broke apart when you heard a voice. ‘Mr. Parker, the rest of the team have just arrived and are coming to the lab’. ‘Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.’ Peter said. You looked at him weirdly, not understanding what was going on. ‘It’s an interface created by Tony, not an actual person’ he said, unwrapping his arms from your waist. You took his arms with your hands and wrapped them back, furrowing. ‘Don’t you dare move. I like kissing you way too much to stop, Parker’ you said, trying to sound serious. He softly laughed and gave you a quick kiss. ‘We have to be quiet, or else Mr. Stark will tease me about this for life’ he said before kissing you again. His idea clearly didn’t work, as he clumsily dropped a plate whilst making out with you, which made Tony go and check what was going on, seeing two teenagers completely red and flustered, hair and clothes messy. He said hello to you and turned around, acting as if nothing had happened. But, oh, man, was he going to tease Spiderling about having a girlfriend.
Chapters: Unknown at the moment. I don’t even know if I’ll continue this, it depends on how much you want this story to have more than one part.
Genres: mafia!au Yoongi, smut (later on if I continue this)
The transparent sound of
silence that falls over the mansion is slightly suffocating. But what’s new?
The place has been like this since its owner moved in.
Always quiet, always intimidating,
much like Min Yoongi himself. He is the man who owns this imperial mansion
among other things. He is like a dimly lit room when the sun is up and shining.
He’s surrounded by darkness but you can still see a light inside him and that’s
only because he chooses to show it.
His aura is always the same,
even now while sitting at his desk, looking through files and folders and
trying to take care of things that most people would find shocking. As soon as
the serious atmosphere in the office is broken by the creak of the enormous yet
elegant door Yoongi clicks his tongue. Not because it bothered him, he just
doesn’t want to see or talk to anybody.
The person that entered the
room, a blond man in a somewhat casual suit and not older than 25 years old,
silently made his way to Yoongi’s black polished desk. The man behind the desk
did not move an inch, still focused on reading some of the files he was busy
Despite the leather seats in
front of him, the guy who entered the office chose not to sit down. And he
stayed like that for a good five minutes until he heard a sigh coming from his
“What is it?” Yoongi’s voice
broke the silence, his tone as calm and gentle as a sea breeze. No one can
really tell what he’s feeling based on his voice and no one tries anymore. He’s
impossible to read.
“We found one more.” his
visitor replied shortly.
“Just one? I think you
should explain why you’re here with just one picture. Do I look like I have
time to check out just one girl every five minutes? Just leave the picture on
the desk and I’ll look at it when you come back with more options.” Yoongi’s
words were firm and the man in front of him bowed, left the picture on desk as
he was told and turned to leave. He did not try to explain why he showed up
with just one picture even if he was asked to do that. He knows that request
wasn’t an encouragement for him to actually explain.
As the guy who disturbed his
boss got closer to the door, Yoongi picked up his papers, ready to go back to
work not even realising that he let his eyes wonder for a split second.
The blond stopped
completely, hand on the door’s handle. For some reason the guy turned his head
around despite the fact that he wasn’t told to look back. To his surprise he
found the picture he brought in his boss’ hand and his eyes were glued to it.
“What’s her name?”
At that moment the guy knew
that he doesn’t need to look for girls anymore because Yoongi found her. He
knew that solely based on the question he was just asked and that’s because
Yoongi asks questions only when something or someone truly interests him.
“It is Y/N, sir.”
It’s been said already but
Yoongi indeed owns a lot of things and it looks like he just found something
else he wants to own. You.
He won’t care about your
family, your friends, heck, he won’t even care about your boyfriend if you have
one. He will find you and if all hell breaks loose just because he wants to
have you then he won’t care about that either.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Also, don’t think this is a full chapter. I could’ve made this longer but I don’t know if people will take a liking to this story or not so I didn’t want to write a lot and then find out that it was for nothing. Please don’t hesitate to correct me on any grammatical mistakes you find though. I try not to make mistakes but I’m not a native english speaker so yeah.. Anyway, please tell me if you want more and I’ll be happy to oblige.