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…”

northisnotup  asked:

I am still waiting for the Darkest Timeline mob verse. Where Sid is the endgame. His sister has already destroyed the big name bosses in the midwest, and now they are all waiting for Sid to knock out the remaining families and operations on the East Coast before making their move. Sid's mother is a patient woman, but she won't wait forever. His time in Pittsburgh is coming to a close...

Sidney has fallen in love with his husband for real at this point, and he’s clutching to an injured, nearly unconscious Geno, trying to use his body to shield as much of Geno as he can and begging hysterically for his family to spare his husband as he looks up at his mother and sister and their henchman from the ground. 

Dragged from a Comforting Lie

I’ll be returned by force
To the frantic order of things
The entire drag down

Into the red fog of embers
To the howling of a mob
So versed, in the fury of their sorrows

The arpeggio of sirens
Once sang me to sleep

Now they’ve silenced the years  
Of rusting away  
In unearned peace

anonymous asked:

Are there any good mafia/gangs/assassin Steve/Tony fics? I was reading Kings of Coney Island by Vespasiana and just fell in love with the trope.

best beloved mafia au’s. bless this fandom for loving it as much as i do.

you got your fics: 

  • Midnight by kiyaar: short and sweet. if by sweet, one meant ridiculously hot. 
  • the My Boy Builds Coffins series by myadmantiumheart: AN ENTIRE SERIES OF MAFIA AU FIC. be still my beating heart.

your fanart:

your edits:

  • commandersassmafia au that started it all
  • luvindowney’s ridiculously hot mcu au 


Birdy and Don P.

The original UT!mob, and Kitten and Don G belong to @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff.

I submitted a pic of these two to Don Nyu’s blog, and was ecstatic to see that she had made art of my fanart!

I was literally running all over the place.

Thank you both for inspiring me!

On to the facts:

The Don is basically the same as Don G, except he’s 3 years younger. Like in the original UT!Mob ‘verse, his brother is dead. He’ll react mildly to cute things and like Don G, once wielded a weapon, except it was a knife… Maybe… Hmm… Should he still use a crowbar?

Birdy is like Kitten in most ways. Constantly rebuffing Don P’s affections, and never one to back down from a fight. Will most likely be seen using a knife, although I don’t know if they should use a crowbar instead. That’s up for you guys to decide.

They don’t do the signature Chara smile, but they do have a death glare. They can also, on some occasions, be a lot more merciless than what’s necessary. No one, under any circumstances, (except if they’re kids) is allowed to touch Birdy’s rosy cheeks. You will get hurt.

That’s all I have for now. Peace out, homies.

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


“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?”

An I For An I


 As soon as James Buchanan (“Bucky” he’ll insist if he hears someone call him James. That is unless that someone happens to be his mother. Then of course he will answer because his mother terrifies him) Barnes set foot inside the hole in the wall bar east of 22nd street, he should’ve known he had a target on his back and a bounty on his head. The problem was that he was already far past drunk. On later recollection, he’ll wonder how he was even still standing at this point, much less walking from bar to bar.

Out with friends to celebrate the completion of three weeks worth of midterm exams at Brown, all that was currently on their minds was drowning themselves in as much top shelf liquor as they could get their hands on. Three weeks worth of exams had meant, at least in Bucky’s case, that it had been nearly two months since he’d last gotten drunk, and as far as he was concerned that was two months too long.

This dire need to forget the past three weeks of stress had him blissfully unaware of the neighborhood they’d just stumbled into. Had he been paying attention, he’d’ve possibly managed to recognize the imaginary boundary line— like one might recognize the Great Wall of China. Maybe. But alas, he was not so lucky. Due to his extreme care so far throughout school, none of his friends knew anything about what his family really did, and he’d like to keep it that way. No one needed to know that both of his parents were the leaders of an underground crime syndicate closely related to he mob. This meant that once he realized where his friends had led him— and had silently cursed himself out for his stupidity, the only thing on his mind was getting his friends to finish up their so they could move on without drawing too much attention to themselves.

He was aware that his presence would’ve been noted as soon as he walked in the door, but he hoped as long as they didn’t cause too much trouble, it could be considered a one time thing, and let slide. This was the optimistic part of him, hoping this. He could perhaps, manage to get his friends out unscathed, and then deal with whatever repercussions himself, whether that meant getting the shit beat out of him in the back alley, or something worse. As long as his friends remained unaware. That was all he cared about. It wasn’t their fault that they’d decided to hang out with him, try as he might to keep his distance in the beginning. Such a thing was nearly impossible with his roommate, in the close quarters of the Brown dorms, and that had been the snowball that started it all. Soon he actually had friends, a luxury not even every cent of his parents countless wealth could buy.

That had always been a rule of his parents’, never get too close to people, because having close relations in their world, usually meant death or nearly fatal injury. That in fact had happened to him, a few years previously. His very life had been used as a bargaining chip for his parents. He’d been abducted by a rival of his parent’s and held hostage for a month. His father had finally cracked under the pressure and paid the insane amount of money, that the ransom had asked for. His mother had been always been a cold woman, and had refused for the longest time to pay anything for his return. Bucky had yet to forgive her for that, and he doubted he ever would. He’d been held in a cell in the basement of an old warehouse and tortured for information for three weeks, until his father had come through, but by then it was too late and the extent of the torture that’d been done had resulted in doctor’s having to completely remove his left arm, and have it replaced with a top of the line experimental prosthetic, that felt and moved like a human arm.

Until university, he’d done his best to follow that rule. With his parents connections, he had never needed an education past high school to get a good job, but he had insisted on it. Begged his parents to let him apply to Brown, and not use their connections to ensure his acceptance, there or anywhere else he chose to apply.

He  notices the bulky looking bouncer making his way towards him and his friends from the other side, and tries to hurry his friends along. They do take notice of his change of attitude, and stand up to pay for their drinks before leaving.

Bucky ushers them toward the door, offering to cover the tab this time, telling them to go and that he’ll catch up in a little bit. His friends say their quick goodbyes, none of them too concerned with their friend’s actions at the moment because they’re so drunk.

The bouncer had notified the owner of the bar, of Bucky’s presence, and was told to take him out back and teach him a lesson.

I still can’t believe I have almost 500 of you amazing people. I decided to do this follow forever early, because I am just boiling over with immense love for all of you. You have made this the best expiernce ever. You have loved my Tyler, and been so accepting of Tylia. I was nerveous making her such a big part of my blog at first, wondering if people would be accepting of her. But you guys have just made me so damn happy. sldfkja I can’t even explain how happy you all are. I fangirl when I see you on my dash, or replies, or memes in my ask, or anything. I don’t know what I did to deserve all of you

Those that own my heart

Babs, you are my rock. You brought me into this indie RP world and idk where I would be without you. You are like my, well my Bad Ass Bianca. And Devon, well I fangirl when I see responses. And I wouldn’t have brought out Tylia if it wasn’t for you. You are a role model for me. And I love you so much. I never would have thought that I would get into RPing and meet a best friend like you. 

Ida, you are the juliet to my romeo, the For to my wood (that came out sounding a little odd but alsdfkja). All are threads are amazing, and on days when I feel down, I always see a reply, something you tagged me in, something in my ask from you that just brightens my day. Also I corrupted you and made you ship Forwood!

I know we just started RPing, but I have admired you from my dash long before this. We already have 234980x threads and I freak the hell out when I see a reply from you. You make me ship Klylia so hardcore. And you’re so fun with everything and all our crazy plots. I look forward to many more too. Thank you so much for just…idk how to put it. But you make me proud of Tylia.

I am so fuckin’ happy that we finally have threads. I have wanted to RP with you for so long, and then you volunteered for the mob verse. AND YOU ARE BLOWING MY MIND GIRL. Like I am as excited for this thread as I am for Richelle Mead’s new books (which is alot). You inspire me as a writer. When I read you’re thread, I read it as a book. Like can you write a book please? And send it to me, and I can stay up forever reading it? Okay, okay.

The rest of you amazing and wonderful little munchkins that make me smile every damn day.

Bold: I freak out when I see replies and am in love with our threads and you
Italics: I stalk you from afar and fangirl when I see you on the dash, and secretly want threads with you.
If I forgot you, I am so sorry. It’s 2am and I’m a little tired and distracted by nachos and Buffy. But I love each and every one of you.

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mavicvirim  asked:

Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” (mob!verse)

Tavi sighed, slowly opening the bathroom door to peer out.  “…I’m okay.  Just… kinda ache and I’m tired.”  Holt had done a number on them both, but he apparently was handling it worse.  The door opened a little more.