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@warriorsxheart | bc chris obv needs more kirk

“ ya look like you’re worrying, baby. “ words spoken quietly, somewhat cautiously
of the surroundings, kirk was still in custody before his lawyer would work his magic.
he’d arranged it all, she’d be safe for all this time he wouldn’t be around to hold her
hand. ( DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME ) he’d said before he kissed her goodbye. she had
a permit to visit once a week, but he’d told her not to, for her own sake. he wasn’t LIKED
with the pigs. “—i told ya not to worry.. i wish i could hold ya. ” 

“—i’ll be out in no time, darlin’.. do you need anything? “ he was in jail, and still his 
main priority was if she had all she needed. OF COURSE she knew the contacts to
call a car for herself, who to arrange safety guards from, but he still WORRIED.

anonymous asked:

Sam shook Steve awake quietly. "Time for our run," he whispered, trying not to wake Bucky or Tony at the same time (Redwintersbucky - mob verse)

Steve looked up at him and smiled softly, yawning as he quietly crawled out of bed. “I’ll be with you in five,” he said quietly as he headed into the bathroom. Five minutes later, he was in the living room dressed in sweatpants, t-shirt, and running shoes.

“Thanks, Sam,” he said as they headed outside to stretch a bit before running. “I appreciate you waking me up and doing this with me…”

Devils for Angels [Stiles&Sookie]

There were never good days in Stiles’ life– there were only better and worse. What he did have, however, were good moments. Any time he was able to get away from the watchful eyes and overbearing presence of his family was a good moment. It was probably the main reason he loved coming to the diner so much. No one knew him there, not really, and no knew of the things he’d done. Walking through the doors was like lifting a weight off his shoulders and a dose of peace of mind.

Tossing his coat onto the booth Stiles slid into the seat of his regular booth. The heat was stifling and he really wished he could afford to take his suit jacket off as well but keeping the fact he was packing a secret was a perk of the job. Glancing around quickly, to check the exits and the other patrons, he relaxed against the back of the booth with a sigh. It was tempting to let his eyes drift shut but it was a luxury he couldn’t afford. 

His eyes darted to the side when he caught a glimpse of blonde hair. The sight of his regular waitress he couldn’t help but let a small smile grace his lips, though it was gone in the next second.

“Hey Sookie, I’ll have my usual,” he informed the perky blonde in a quiet force, looking forward to a burger and curly fries after several nights of eating the expensive shit the boss demanded they have, “Make it a double serving, yeah?”

Let's See What You Did Wrong

“Sir?”

“He’s gone,” Steve spits, feeling and looking vile, “didn’t turn up, cars nowhere to be seen. He sent me a message two hours ago saying he was on his way.”

- Let’s See What You Did Wrong

by Resacon1990, 2k words

Whoa I almost missed the rec this week and good thing, too, because hello fic based on one of my gifsets that I didn’t know about:

In which Tony is kidnapped by a rival mob.

The Master Rec List

Arming Up

“So, you must be the new girl Jo aquired…can’t say I mind seeing a new face around her again.”
With a flick of his finger, Deejay sent the cylinder spinning on his hand-made revolver, then pointed it (unloaded and uncocked of course) at her.
“You feel lucky, bitch?” He said, cocking an eyebrow and laughing. Oh Dirty Harry…
“So, what brings you here?”