put a bullet through my head

Forever Loyal

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Title: Forever Loyal

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Crowley

Word Count: 858

Warnings: death of a character, there are no spoilers because I made my own ending to last night’s episode, small amount of fluff. *The gif I guess could be counted as a spoiler?*

A/N: I said I was going to do it, so I did it. You all get some special treatment today!! Enjoy this extra fic! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

Crowley smirked at Lucifer as the fallen archangel fell to his knees.  Lucifer withered in pain and all Crowley could do was chuckle.  He had big plans to torture Lucifer.  Crowley wasn’t going to spare Lucifer, not one bit.

“Do you remember [Y/N],” Crowley asked Lucifer, his tone snarky.  “She’s your soul mate isn’t she?  Pretty little thing she is.”

“Keep your hands off of her Crowley,” Lucifer seethed as he clutched his stomach.

“It’s more like she can’t keep her hands off of me,” Crowley mused, his eyes traveling to the door of the thrown room.  His smirk grew as you opened the door to the throne room.  “Oh look who’s here.”

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Hate To Love You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, violence, blood, inury, bad blood between Reader and Bucky, mentions of breakup

Word Count: 1087

Summary: After you and Bucky breakup you can’t stand to be apart of the Avengers any longer, choosing instead to work for yourself. However when Steve asks for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission. 

A/N: I’m re posting this from my old blog, so I’m going to keep the original tag post for part 2 but if you wanted to be added just let me know right HERE !!


“There isn’t anybody else?”
“Sorry y/n, Wanda’s still in Sokovia and I couldn’t get Nat back on such short notice.”
“It’s fine, not your fault Steve,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time do we fly out?”
“Zero six hundred tomorrow,” He replied, the sound of relief hanging in his voice. “Thanks for this y/n, I owe you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”

I disconnected the call, feeling my shoulders slump as I leant back on the kitchen bench, already exhausted by the thought of tomorrow’s mission. It wasn’t so much the mission itself though, it would be nice to get back into doing what I’d trained for years to do, it would be nice seeing Steve again. However I was also one hundred percent sure that Bucky would also be assigned on the mission, hence why I had a blooming headache starting already.

It had been eight months since I’d last seen or spoken to him, eight months since we broke up in a fit of shouting, tears and thrown objects. It hadn’t been pleasant and as a result I’d walked straight out of the Avengers compound, fully intending to never ever go back. I had been determined back then to get out of that business completely, find an apartment in the city and go to a normal nine to five job like everybody else. However, once something was in your life it was hard to let it go, so I found myself doing odd freelancing jobs, sometimes even for Nick Fury if he asked.
I wasn’t at all surprised that he’d passed my new number onto Steve, telling him that I would be more than happy to help him out if he needed.

Pushing myself off the bench I moved to the kitchen cabinet, pulling down a glass and the bottle of whiskey I kept for occasions such as these. Uncapping the lid I poured two fingers into the glass, swallowing them down in only two mouthfuls, the amber liquid burning as it went down my throat. I looked up at the clock as I poured out a little more alcohol. Only seven hours to take off.

-

The sound of my boots on the tarmac seemed to magnify in the quiet morning, the fog still hanging low to the ground and the sun only barely peeking out in the horizon. I took a deep breath and watched as it misted out in front of me in the frigid morning air.

“Y/n!”
I spun around at the call of my name, my eyes landing on Steve, dressed up in his Captain America suit, the cap hanging off one of his wrists. He jogged the last feet between us, bringing me swiftly into his arms, lifting me up slightly off the ground.
“It’s so good to see you!” I said with a genuine smile, having only just realized how much I actually missed him. “Eight months hasn’t changed you a bit.”
He shrugged, releasing me from his grip and standing back, his eyes sweeping over my form.
“It’s changed you though,” He chuckled. “You look good y/n.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the blush creep over my cheeks.

We were pulled from our short reunion as someone cleared their throat behind us, my eyes landing on Bucky, his jaw tense and tight.
“Mind if we move this along?” he glowered, his eyes barely sweeping over me as he turned his glare to Steve.
Steve looked like he was about to reply but I cut him off before he had the chance, my hand landing on my hip as I glared back at the soldier.
“Nice to know that hostility hasn’t left your personality James.”
“You bring it out in me,” He spat back, lips set in a thin line.

Without another word he pushed past us both, making sure that his shoulder bumped mine as he passed, the nudge causing me to stumble slightly. I glared venomously at the back of his head, my hands balling into fists at my side. At this very second the only thing I wanted to do was pull the glock from where it was resting on my side and shoot a nice hole through that metal shoulder of his.

Steve squeezed my shoulder, probably guessing my train of thought, the expression on his face filled with guilt.
“Sorry y/n,” He said. “I didn’t think he’d act quite like that.”
“What exactly were you expecting? It’s not like we ended our relationship on the best of terms,” Steve grimaced and I suddenly felt shitty for taking it out on him; he wasn’t the one acting like a total dick. “Honestly, it’s fine Steve, this is after all a job and no matter how we feel towards each other we might as well be professional about it.”

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Joker Imagine - Self harm

Anonymous said:

Hi! Can you write one where joker finds out the reader is selfharming? Like when he catches he doing it?

!!!! WARNING !!!! 

THIS MIGHT/CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE: IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TOPICS SUCH AS: self harm, depressing thoughts, blood, gore etc DO NOT READ THIS! I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO GET TRIGGERED. I CARE ABOUT YOU SO PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY.

Side note: I’m not trying to romanticise self harming in any way. It was requested and (warning, an opinion is coming!) I think that people should write anything really. I mean, for some murder can be an awful topic. If no one wrote about crime, there would be no detective stories, comics etc. Just saying! 


Originally posted by won-der-land89


Your P.O.V.

The pain was one feeling that made me feel alive. I didn’t feel completely empty, numb and dead inside when I made myself feel something. When the blood tickled down my skin or the electricity pinched me, I felt alive. Funny how a few weeks ago I was scared to do this, so terrified that my boyfriend the Joker would find it. I still was, but I reached a point where I couldn’t stop.

I cut myself, not so it was super obvious, but sometimes here and there. What I mostly did was something different. I used a few wires and a battery to give myself shocks. It hurt like fuck and rarely left marks. Of course my skin was bruising but J wouldn’t suspect a thing. It was better so. He wouldn’t understand anyway.

I was a disgrace, a stupid girl who couldn’t do anything right. I felt like J would kill me off sooner or later because no one would want someone like me around for too long. Right? Who the fuck would put up with me for longer than a couple months? I was surprised J hadn’t realized what kind of a fool I was by now.

It was Monday evening in Gotham city. J was out somewhere with his goons so I was all alone in the penthouse. The day had been okay so far, but then things turned upside down when I was alone. My thoughts were clogged with bad memories, all the negative things people had told me, my super awful years and simply depressing thoughts. Like Joker hated me, he only used me, the entire world hated me. Stuff like that.

A couple hours passed and then I found myself in our purple bedroom, sitting on the floor close to the bathroom just in case I had to hurry there. I stared at the electricity gadget in front of me. My vision was a little blurry because I had been crying earlier. Tonight seemed worse. I needed something worse than some shocks. ‘’Fuck it’’ I spat out and got up, walking hazily to the bathroom. I opened a white drawer and grabbed a razor. The small cold metal could do a lot of bad things.

I looked at my almost clean wrist. It was very tempting since I used to cut my legs. J would see if I had a lot of scars on my wrist. One couldn’t be too obvious. So I took a deep breath and placed the sharp metal on my wrist, pressing it gently to add pressure.Then I just stared at it with my heart beating harder than normally. I just had to drag it, down, then it would be done.

‘’Come on now’’ I growled at myself, getting angry because I couldn’t find the guts to do it. Then I leaned against the bathroom wall and I tried again. I just couldn’t. My gut twisted because I was a little pissed off with myself. ‘’Do it you sick idiot! It’s not like anyone cares’’ I spoke out loud once I saw my reflection in the mirror. I saw an ugly worthless girl. I gritted my teeth and then let the anger take the best of me. I made a deep cut and then I dropped the razor on the white tile floor. It took me a couple seconds to realize what I had done.

Blood started oozing out of the fresh cut and it hurt more than I expected. ‘’Oh no’’ I whispered and quickly pressed the wound with my clean hand. I made a huge mess! J would get so mad if he saw a ll this blood! ‘’Shit shit shit’’ I hissed under my breath and hurried to another drawer, pulling out a towel. Then I fell down on my knees and I tried to clean the blood. It just soaked the green towel and my bleeding wound kept making a mess. Before I could do anything else, I was stopped.

‘’What the hell is going on?’’ I heard a very familiar voice by the bathroom door. My entire body froze on the floor, every single muscle and cell just tensed up once Joker’s voice rang through my ears. How long had he been here?

‘’Accident..it was an accident’’ I lied with fear in my voice. Then I started getting lightheaded. I felt like I could just go to sleep for years. But I was also scared shitless now that J caught me. ‘’Don’t..lie’’ He tried to say as calmly as he could, but Joker wasn’t the best anger controller. I could tell that he was fucking disappointed in me. The way he spoke sent a shiver down my spine.

I fucked up.

‘’I’m not lying’’ I whispered with tears in my throat. Suddenly I felt like I could sit on the floor all night. I ignored eye contact and I focused on breathing. In and out.. in and out..

Joker growled something under his breath and I could tell that he struggled to keep as calm as he was. Then he kneeled down in front of me, roughly grabbing the towel and then my arm. I had to bite my lips so I wouldn’t start whimpering when he pressed the towel on my cut, pressing it so the bleeding would stop. He faced down so I couldn’t see if he was super angry or sad. It honestly scared me a little bit.

‘’I swear I-I’ll clean up’’ I broke the silence, because it was killing me. Suddenly J raised his head so he could face me. His red lips were pulled into a thin line and there was a dark, perhaps dull twist in his icy eyes. I tried my best to look into his eyes without crying, but it didn’t take long to fail. His silence was just awful because I knew what he was thinking, what he was doing. 

Tears blurred my vision and before I knew it they were rolling down my face. My body started trembling and then I sobbed quietly. Why wasn’t he speaking to me? ‘’Why?’’ I finally heard his voice. Now he sounded both angry and somber. I covered my  eyes with my other hand and I tried to wipe away my tears, but I couldn’t stop crying. It’s like all my feelings I had kept inside wanted to burst out. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to explain it to someone who could react in ways I couldn’t imagine. Even tho he was my boyfriend..

Joker did the unexpected. He scooted right next to me and pulled me closer to him by wrapping his strong arms around me. I leaned against his chest. Soon after he started comforting me the best he could, which was a lot coming from him. J ran his fingers up and down my back, slowly, but so I felt his presence. Then he let me cry. I felt like a kid, crying wildly before it could speak. That was exactly my situation.

‘’What made you do this?’’ He asked me with a raspy voice when I calmed down a little bit. I grabbed the towel hard and I tried to take a deep breath. I had nothing to lose anyway so I could tell him anything. ‘’My thoughts’’ I started with a small voice. I had to tell him, because knowing J he wouldn’t let me off the hook until I told him the truth and if there was a person behind something. Once a guy yelled at me in the club because I apparently bumped into him, ruining his outfit with a drink. J shot the guy in the head, just like that.

‘’My thoughts are so mean to me, it’s like I have a bully in my head’’ I tried to explain something. Then I sniffled and blinked a couple tears away. J played with my hair and let me continue. So I simply told him anything that came to my mind. I told him about my past, my bad childhood, stupid exes and how the voices in my head seemed to get louder and more cruel. Everything.

‘’I just feel so worthless, like you’ll dump me soon and then I’ll have nothing’’ I whispered, partly hoping that he couldn’t hear that part. Suddenly he stopped playing with my hair, making me nervous. I hadn’t looked up to him while talking so I didn’t know his mood. I turned a little so I could look at his face. He seemed surprisingly sad. His red lips were parted a little bit and his eyes were very tedious. First he looked into my eyes, then my tearstained cheeks and my wrist where his eyes stayed. 

A wave of guilt slapped my face. I made him look so sad. It’s all my fault..

‘’Why haven’t you told me anything before?’’ He wanted to know, this time being the one avoiding eye contact. My heart skipped a beat. I expected him to pull out his gun and put a bullet through me. ‘’Because I didn’t want to bother you J. I-I didn’t want to seem weak’’ I explained myself carefully. J shut his mouth and looked at me again. Then he put his big hand on my cheek, gently. ‘’You’re not weak baby. Damn..’’ He growled and tilted his head from side to side. He was probably debating inside his head whether he should sound harsh or try to stay calm.

‘’You took down a group of armed men by yourself, you managed to get a cold man like me to feel things. Remember when we met?’’ He questioned me with a deep and raspy voice. I nodded, wondering why he brought that up. ‘’You weren’t scared. While everyone else were down on the floor, scared for their lives, you stood out. You walked up to me and I could have shot you, but no. You were so brave. So you’re not weak. If you were weak, you’d be dead by now’’ He told me very honestly without sugarcoats.

‘’But you must promise me something, and I’m not letting you break that promise’’ He warned me seriously. I knew what he would say, but I still waited. ‘’Don’t ever, I mean never ever do this to yourself again’’ He tried to make a deal. The tone in his voice was harsh and I knew why. He wasn’t playing around. ‘’I promise’’ I sighed and faced down, feeling ashamed. I couldn’t do anything right.

J touched my jaw and made me look at him. ‘’I trust you kitten, I really hope you can keep it. The next time you feel this way, speak to me. We can either talk and be like normal people, or go and find a toy to torture. You don’t have to hurt yourself when there’s plenty of people around’’ He suggested  seriously with a small smile. The suggestion sure sounded more thrilling.

‘’I’m sorry J’’ I apologized and sighed. I knew I’d have a scar on my wrist to remind me of this whenever I saw it. ‘’Mmh’’ J breathed out and shut his eyes.I didn’t even want to picture what it would be like to find him in my shoes and me in his. If I ever saw J so broken, I’d break too. Did he feel the same way about me? Or was I in deeper than he was? I had no idea and I didn’t want to find out.

‘’Let’s clean you up’’ He declared after a while. Then he got up and helped me on my feet as well. After sitting down and bleeding for a while, standing made me lightheaded. J put his hands on my shoulders so I could let my blood flow and clear my head. ‘’Thanks’’ I murmured silently. Damn this crying made my head hurt.

‘’And just so you know, after a bath and sleep we’re going to find your old bullies and torture them’’ J let me know and then he started filling the tub. I looked at him, first without an expression but then the corners of my mouth carved into a wicked smile. He truly cared about me. ‘’I can’t wait’’ I replied and then the flame of revenge burnt down my misery, at least for the moment.

I’d make them suffer for ruining me..

  • Cinder: Actually Mercury, it's always been my wish to watch you die.
  • Mercury: Oh, right.
  • Cinder: Yep. Every night after you both would retire to your bunks, I would climb up to the top of the base and just wait. Hoping I would see a shooting star. So that I could wish for your violent, and unbearably painful demise.
  • Mercury: Okay, you can stop now.
  • Cinder: I even had a little jingle to go along with it.
  • Mercury: Please don't.
  • Cinder: -singing- "I just wish that Mercury was dead!"
  • Mercury: I hate you.
  • -Emerald also starts singing-
  • Cinder: -singing- "Put a bullet-"
  • -Cinder stops, Emerald continues singing-
  • Emerald: -singing- "Put a bullet through his head!"
  • Mercury: What the-? Emerald how do you know that song?!
  • Emerald: Oh, it's been in my dreams for years! Now it all makes sense! Oh thank God!
  • Mercury: What?!
  • Emerald: I thought I was crazy when I woke up with that rifle in my hands!
  • Cinder: Heheheh, well ain't that the power of music!
  • Mercury: Emerald! Why didn't you tell me about this?!
  • Emerald: Oh, shut up. It wasn't even loaded.
Riverdale Imagine: Guilty?

SURPRISE - Guilty? Prequel (Jason x reader)
Guilty? Part 2
Guilty? Part 3

Summary: Before his ‘disappearance’, the reader, Cheryl, and Jason were best friends. There was only one secret that the reader and Jason have kept from Cheryl and that secret gives the reader a motive for his murder. 

Approx. 1100 words

“… that I’m guilty.”

Guilty? My head snapped up. I had barely noticed Sheriff Keller and Principle Weatherbee enter the classroom, I was too busy scribbling along the top of my biology textbook, but I never noticed much these days. The girl in front of me had stood up and was holding her hands out as if she was going to be arrested, with a stab of panic I realised it was Cheryl Blossom. I saw her bite down on her lip to stop it from quivering violently as Sheriff Keller led her from the classroom with his hand on her elbow. Her strawberry-blonde curls lightly brushed over her shoulder and tumbled down her back as she glanced back to look at me. The glance was momentary but I understood its meaning – I’ll cover you.

The room around me seemed to erupt like a torrent of water as Cheryl was led away. I put my fingers to my temples as I tried to ignore my classmates, you would almost think people in Riverdale were glad of his death as it provided our sleepy town with an endless stream of gossip. Murder was certainly a more interesting topic than binge-drinking teenagers, or adulterous housewives, or even the South Side Serpents. Despite my attempts to remain aloof however, I couldn’t help but feel sick to my stomach as the sound of gossip swirled around me. Sooner or later someone in this town would discover my connection to him, someone will find out that I had motive to put that bullet through Jason Blossom’s head.

I dug my nails sharply into my hand in an attempt to alleviate the emotional pain that I felt at the thought of him, his name. The bell rang at that moment and I snatched my books off my desk at lightning speed, almost stumbling on my way out of the classroom as I rushed outside into the open air. Leaning against the cool red brick school building, I slowly took in a breath, sensing the dull ache of my ribcage as I tried to hold myself together emotionally. Before Jason’s ‘disappearance’ on the 4th of July, Cheryl and I had been best friends. We were the joint leaders of the River Vixens, the most popular girls in school, I even shared a birthday with her and Jason – people used to joke that we were triplets. The three of us trusted one another completely and shared every secret, which was the reason why Jason would only trust Cheryl and I to help him fake his death, he was never supposed to actually die.

“Y/N? Are you OK?”

I opened my eyes lazily and was greeted by the worried expression of my only other real friend in the world, Jughead Jones. I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Yeah I’m fine Jug. Just a little tired.”

“Want to go to Pop’s? I’ll buy you a milkshake.”

I checked my phone; it was 3:45pm. I guessed that Cheryl would be at least an hour with Sheriff Keller and after that she would have her parents to deal with. I knew she would be waiting for me at midnight by Sweetwater River, just as we had previously planned in case anything like this happened. She had warned me that texting was a bad idea – the sheriff’s department could always seize our phone records.

“Sure, as long as you’re paying.” I replied.

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Shatter

Pairing:  Hotch x Reader

Request:   anon asked: can you do a hotch x reader where the reader is his pregnant wife and she goes into labor while the team and her are held hostage? or something along the lines of that

@millionsleeplessnights asked:  Pregnant Reader x Hotch, you can do everything you want!

A/N:  Thank you for making my life easier by requesting similar things lol.  Anyways so just in case, there is a warning that the reader will be going into labor.  Hope you like it! Lots of angst ahead too, and it doesn’t have a happy ending, I’m sorry.  Slight flood warning??  It’s 2500+ words, so.

Originally posted by criminalmindsbauagent

You smiled at Jack, handing him off to Jessica.

“Thanks again for watching him.  I’ve just been needing some me time,” you said to his aunt.

“Hey, it’s not a problem.  It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to spend time with him, so it’s really a win win for both of us.”

At seven and a half months pregnant, you felt like you resembled something of a blimp.  With Aaron gone most of the time because of his job, you were almost always alone, but you still had a job and had to watch Jack on the weekends, so you thought maybe you should have one to yourself for once.

“Just get some rest, okay?  You deserve it,” Jessica said, giving you a small hug.  You hugged her back.

“Will do.”

Once she and Jack were gone, you went back into your house to draw a much needed bath.  You turned on your relaxing playlist and listened as ‘Sleepwalk’ by Santo and Johnny murmured through the speakers.  Setting up candles and lighting them around the bathtub, you sighed in content.

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Alex Standall X Reader imagine

Request: ¡Hola! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you call Alex because you just heard the tapes from Hannah and he comes over, but it actually prevents him shooting himself. Thank you!

~*Alex’s Pov*~

 I gave this so much thought, I planned it out very well and nothing was going to stop me, yet I still can’t seem to actually do it. I wanted someone to stop me, to convince me to stop but no one was there. I was alone. I kept thinking about if this is what i really wanted. I saw how fucked up everyone got after Hannah’s death. What if me doing the same thing Hannah did would make things hard for (Y/N)? 

 'No it can’t be, she knows what you did to Hannah, she doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.’ I thought to myself. 

 My phone rang in my pocket, i pulled it out and looked at the called ID, it was none other than (Y/N). Me and her haven’t spoken in about a week. I was really distant from my friend group and so was she. No one knew why she suddenly stopped talking to anyone, but i did. She had the tapes. She new about everything that has happened. I don’t know how or why she had them. She wasn’t friends with Hannah, she wasn’t even really mentioned in the tapes except for a few times. 

 After 3 missed calls she tried calling again, this time I chose to finally answer. 

“H-hey" 

 "Alex I finished them, all 13 of them.” She said crying. 

 I didn’t really understand why she was crying, her and Hannah were never really close, but it still hurt to hear her so upset. 

 "O-okay" i answered, not really knowing what to say or how to react. 

 "Can you come over? I really need to see you" she asked 

 "Why? Are you just gonna yell at me for what i did to Hannah? You don’t think I already know how fucked up it is?“ I said taking out my anger on (Y/N), which I instantly regretted.

 "No Alex, i just finished the tapes and i don’t know what to do. I need someone to talk to right now, and I don’t really have anyone. Please just come over" 

 "A-alright then, I’ll see you in a bit” I answered back and quickly walked to my car. 

 _____________________ 

 I stared at the red light in front of me. 

 'Did (Y/N) actually stop me from putting a bullet through my head?’ I thought What would she even do if she found out what i was going to do? Would she be mad and yell or sad and cry? To be honest i don’t really want to find out which is why i don’t plan on telling her.

 I pulled into her driveway and saw that there weren’t any cars there, which meant her parents aren’t home. I knocked on the door and she quickly opened it and pulled me into a hug which i really wasn’t expecting. I thought she was gonna lecture me about how much of a dick i was. 

 "Wait so you’re actually not going to yell at me?“ I asked obviously confused.

 "No” she simply answered. 

 She pulled away and told me to come in. I did so and made sure to close the door behind me. 

 "(Y/N) why are you even crying over Hannah? You didn’t know her. You weren’t friends with her. You were just an acquaintance i guess.“

 "Even though i didn’t know her it still fucked me up to listen to a dead girl talk. I can’t imagine how hard things were for her and how she had to deal with it every day.” She answered.

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 After a while I was just sitting there on the couch holding her in my arms as we talked about many things. We started out as talking about our shared hate for Bryce and how much of a bitch Courtney was, but then we moved on to random topics. In that moment I was glad (Y/N) called me. Im glad she stopped me before i did something stupid. Even though she doesn’t know what she did, i cant help but be thankful for her just being there.

Stiles Stilinski ~ Bakery

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1866

Warnings: None

Request: I don’t want give it away ;))

A/N: Few things!
1. What should I do for my 2k special?
2. I’ll get to the others soon !!
3. IT’S BAND CAMP WEEK. WISH ME LUCK !!
4. I DIDN’T PUT SMUT. TELL ME IF YOU WANT A PART TWO FOR IT

Extra: FBI!STILES !!

Originally posted by tweenw



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Insidious (3)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist


It’s been a week since I’ve been living in Kai’s house. In all honesty, I thought that I would have a lot to complain about by now, but I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I initially thought it would be.

I’ve been keeping my word. I don’t ask him unnecessary questions and have given him no reason to be suspicious of me. I prepare breakfast every morning and dinner every night. I clean to keep my mind off things and since his house is really big, it keeps me busy. I’ve started to feel sort of like a live-in maid, but I’d prefer that term than being labelled a hostage.

As much as I feel safe in this house from the other gang that apparently wants my head, it’s not ideal for me to stay here. I don’t want to live like this for very long.

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Love.

Prompt: 80 with Antonio? but like he is the father and the reader talks with someone else about it.

“Does he know about the baby?”

Pairing: Antonio Dawson/Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Triggers: No.




“I just. I don’t know how to tell him. I know he’s going to be on could nine, but I’m just scared. If I tell him, then I know it’s actually happening.” Y/N told Gabby.

“I know, but he’s gotta find out as some point, Y/N. Plus, the more pregnant you get, you won’t be on ambo with me until after the baby’s born.” Gabby pointed out, before the alarm went off.“Ambulance 61, officer down. 219 green forest road.”

Jumping up, the two paramedics ran towards their rig and made their way to the scene.

Climbing out of the rig, they were met with the sight of a man wielding a gun and Halstead on the ground – shot. Grabbing the bag, Y/N held her hands up.“We’re not here to deal with you. Just need to take care of my friend.” Y/N reasoned, inching her way to Halstead.

“No. Stay there!” He yelled at her, Y/N stopping in her tracks.“Let him die.” Y/N’s jaw clenches as she meets gazes with Antonio. “Come on. You wanna go down for murder? Let her help him!” Antonio shouted to him, his gun pointed at the man.

Within was seemed like seconds, Y/N was grabbed by the man and a gun was put into her side. Inhaling sharply, she bit down on her lip.“Let her go, man.” She faintly heard Lindsay say.“You shoot me, I shoot her.” He tells them, pushing the piece farther into her side.

Swallowing harshly, her eyes stared into Antonio’s. She slightly nodded and quickly ducked before Antonio put a bullet through his head. Somehow, the guy managed to shoot a stray bullet, which hit Antonio in the shoulder.“No!” Y/N yelled out, running over to him. She got down on her knees next to him as he groaned loudly.“It’s okay, baby. Don’t move. Gabby,  help Jay!” She called out.

Y/N grabbed her kit and began working on her shoulder. Luckily for him, the bullet went straight through.“You’re okay, baby.” She soon bandaged him up. Amidst all of the struggle, she looked into his eyes.“Antonio. I’m pregnant.” Quickly, the detective shot up.“What? Are you joking? Oh my God. I’m gonna be a daddy. How – I mean. I know how, but. My babies.”

Bite Me (Part 15)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (PAIRING IS KIND OF REVEALED)

Warnings: slight angst, mild language, violence

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,555

A/N: This is the fifteenth installment in my first ever fanfic. It’s the showdown you’ve all been waiting for. Lee and Han (@wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie) were my beautiful betas for this. When are they not my betas? I love them so much. If you’re not following them, you should be. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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It started one night as I’d gotten out of my truck to head into the house. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the weight of someone’s eyes caused me to quickly spin around, arms raised defensively as I searched for the onlooker. Arlo, feeling my uneasiness, immediately went tense beside me and growled low in his throat. We both scanned the surrounding area, picking up on the slightest movements and the faintest sounds. When nothing materialized, I quickly unlocked the door and backed into the house, my gun being the first thing I retrieved upon securing the door behind me. Nothing happened that night, but I did a triple round of the area and kept my gun tucked into the back of my waistband.

Part of me felt silly, a part that continued to grow until I placed my gun back into its hiding spot by my bed with a small chuckle. I was just being paranoid. I cursed my old hunter instincts that were obviously out of practice. I pushed the feeling of unease to the side and then completely away. I went to bed and only gave it a second or third thought before drifting off to sleep.

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Sweet Home, Louisiana Pt 1

Summary: Owing the Winchesters a debt, the reader finds herself harboring a vampire friend of Dean’s, but he isn’t the only one who has to worry about being hunted.

Word Count: 2206

Warning: None.

Author’s Note: Hello my pretties! I return, and this time have a SERIES for you! This has long been in the works and I am so excited to be writing our favorite vampire again. Please tell me what you think with your feedback as you follow along this story; I would love to know your opinions!

Tagging: @rowdyhooliganism @kazchester-fanfiction @icecream-and-gadreel @beriala @bkwrm523 @devsfan55 @witty-ass-username-here @shallow-and-man-made @vintagevalentinexx @ariannalikescake @sarkina


Originally posted by chaos-and-the-calm67




The moment you heard Dean Winchester’s deep, gruff voice on the other end of the phone, you knew you were in for some trouble. As the saying goes, nothing good comes from a Winchester. It wasn’t entirely untrue. Ill fortune seemed to follow them wherever they went, and most often than not the fate of anyone who got close to them was not a pleasant one. You couldn’t say you were thrilled to receive the phone call. Their name was quite well known to you and left a bad taste in your mouth, and you weren’t exactly buddy buddy with the brothers. The only reason you had even met them was when a hunt went very wrong and they came to your rescue in the nick of time, and as luck would have it – or rather a great misfortune, you were indebted to them because of it. After finishing the hunt together, albeit hesitantly on all three sides, you parted ways but not without telling them you owed them and volunteering giving them your number, and all they had to do was pick up the phone.

A year and a half have passed without any contact with them, and you had hoped they forgot your promise.

Apparently not.

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To Celebrate 200 Followers!!
  1. ”Who’s it’s possible that both of us took out the trash
  2. God, that woman pisses me off to no end!…but that’s why I want her 
  3. “I’m on middle of the fucking fight! Stop it!
  4. I’m gonna throw up, I hope that’s cool 
  5. Come on woman! 
  6. I broke two lower ribs, my stomach is full plum color.. Sleeping is kinda hard
  7. “Jump!”
    “What?!”
    “Aim for the tree!”
  8. “Do you think this is a good idea?”
    “My honest opinion is that this is the worst idea I’ve gotten since going to college, but..”
  9. You broke me out of the prison for this? As grateful as I am for getting me down from that wall, I don’t think you want me messing with that
  10. The kid was around adults all day, he knew how to approach them easily. 
  11. Toni was uncomfortably leaning backwards  on her hands as Scott stitched the wound inches below where the sport bra ended.
  12.  I have a breathing fucking creature inside my stomach, if you want to talk to me, you better fucking speak nice to me.    
  13. “Did you eat my lasagne last night?”
    “I haven’t even seen you in weeks.”
    “That doesn’t mean you haven’t broken into my flat. Remember, I know you.”
  14.   did he just..? Tell me he didn’t just put foot through my door
  15.  “What’s happening with Tom?”
    “Oh it’s full war with him.”
  16. ”Are the knots too tight?”
    “I don’t care.”
    “Well they’re on you..”
  17. She got her ribs kicked in for this?!
  18. “You sure that this is good idea?”
    “This is an great idea, what are you even talking about?”
  19.  “Can I get you something stronger?”
    “What would you suggest, barkeep?”
    “Rum and coke, without rum of course.”
  20. She’s the type of person who will pull the trigger for you when you’re too weak to do this yourself
  21.  You couldn’t have choice the worst time to do that
  22.  She could barely move her toes without grimacing in pain.
  23. With a broken nose and a stitches on her cheek, she showed up at senior’s prom and started a fight
  24. “Who are you?”
    “I’m someone who the people you own money are afraid of.”
  25. “Was that a gunshot?”
    “Gunshots don’t echo, fireworks do.”
    “Was that yes or no to the gun”
  26. I think she grew up with at least one broken rib at any given time
  27. That’s a brave fucking kid
  28.  I stared down at my hands, as people walked past the stairs, laughing and talking to each others. I was starting to feel the pain on my knuckles.
  29. Charlotte lifted her hoodie over her head covering herself from the world and stuffed her hands into the front pockets of hers jeans hunching hers shoulders closer to hers body as if trying to be unnoticeable.
  30. The itching rope was rubbing against my wrists as I tried to yank the rope off, they had bound my legs from ankles and up my knees. Something was tied around my neck, it restrained me from moving, which was obviously doing it’s job right. 
  31. To family. What wouldn’t she do? She took the punches for her siblings, from fists of her father and words of so many who ever were relevant.
  32. “Don’t run!
    “But he’s staring right at me”
  33. You have to admit, she’s great at what she does.
  34. If they trap us, we have good 50 minutes before we could get help. So don’t mess up.
  35. She was the first one to reach there and she took the worst of it
  36. He tightened his grip on my arm again and dug his nails into my skin.
  37. Three of them all squished into the back seat of the car. 
  38. Tyler had my teel backpack on his shoulder, his big form looking ridiculous with such a color
  39. “You thought he was crazy and you decided to just sat down next to him?”
    “He’s an nice guy”
  40. “You can’t deny that this isn’t relaxing.”
    “We are in prison. Nothing relaxing about this”
  41. “We don’t speak about the accident, Dara!”
    “No, no, we do not talk about it! Only mention it several times and wait someone to snap at us!”
    “They will beat us down and yell until we tell them the secret behind the accident.”
  42. Joisie knew that smirk on Rosa’s face. It wasn’t even a smirk, it was just disturbing lift of her red painted lips as she marched through the dance floor.
  43. “What are you doing?“
    “Depends are you going to judge me  or not?“
    “It really depends if you’re cleaning blood off your shirt?”
  44. Her head hurt. Almost enough for her to put a bullet in her own head
  45. “Pretended to be my sister!”
    “Seriously, again? Who lies about having a sister to get a girl?”
  46. “This is going to hurt.“
    “To be honest, you’d done much”
  47. “If I one more time wake up with duct tape over my mouth, I will throw you out of the fucking balcony.”
    “It’s not my fault that you snore!” 
  48. “You could’ve called, Kurt.”
    “Is he home?”
    “Passed out cold mid-way up the stairs. 
  49. She can pass the polygraph easily, you know that.
  50. Following people isn’t nice, you know. 
  51. Someone came to clean up the place?
  52. “Can you contact him?”
    “It isn’t so easy..”
    “Can you or can you not?”
  53. “You look bit homeless there”
    “I am bit homeless, though” 
  54. My clothes weight so much because of this damn mud. 
  55. I can’t hold you, you fat bastard. Use your feet to climb
  56. Only you would ask somebody who you met for the first time to break you out of a damn prison
  57. She will kill you if that’s the only way to get him back
  58. You know what they called me. You know my reputation 
  59. “You didn’t actually kill him, did you?”
    “Well now, you really have to define killing and accidentally letting him die”
  60. Not answering the phone is not a new thing for her
  61. Should I apologize and kick you or not apologize and kick you.
  62. And once again we are on the starting point. Crying on the playground.
  63. I’m working on my anger issues and seeing you angers me the most, so stay the hell away
  64. I’m not saying we should worry, but we have no breaks and the bridge is ending.
  65. We have a lead. Well, it’s more of a stupid ass guess, but it’s somethin’
  66. “Where did you bury her?”
    “Lake Baika”
  67. “We have possible sighting of her in Waterfront Park, Seattle”
    “How sure?“
    “It’s her. It’s definitely her.”
  68. “Your name is James? But you’re a girl“
    “My father was in drugs when he decided it“
  69. Explain the blood
  70. I pulled the trigger, hoping that the bullet magically would turn around and kill me instead
  71. “I’m a graphic designer, not a firefighter!”
    “Nobody told you how to throw water to a fire?”
  72. who did you manage to fell asleep in the bathtub?
  73. You really have high tolerance of pain, don’t ya?
  74. “Does your shoulder hurt?”
    “I have a butcher knife sticking out of me! What the fuck do you think?!”
  75. It’s amazes me how you are willingly to put your body through everything only to hurt her
  76. “Will you dig me out if this collapses in?
  77. She slowly brought the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes as the warm liquid touched her lips. It was like she was afraid to eat. 
  78. There was no sympathy in her words
  79. Her past flickered in her eyes, the torture and pain coming back in waves.  
  80. Have you eaten breakfast yet?
  81. If she hits someone again, she will get kicked out
  82. She might be in prison by then
  83. She threw her bag and the cigarettes on the backseat
  84. She laid on her bed, pouring last of the mashed up chips down her throat. Relaxing her arms and letting them slam down against the mattress. 
  85. She didn’t fight back, not against him.“
  86. Tell me that this is never going change”
    “But the truth is, this is going to change.
  87. I jumped to the couch, placing my leg on his lap. “Touch me.” I dramatically whispered, “I just shaved.” Isaiah laughed, pushing my legs away. 
  88. Ohhh, that ain’t good
  89. I don’t aim on being the sweetheart one
  90. I kept the helm of the dress up, as I ran towards Leo, grabbing him into one arm hug
  91. After I had kicked the ball to Gordon, a third leg intervened, tackling me to the ground. 
  92. His leg managed to connect left side of my face
  93. On second period, I dragged myself in my car and passed out in the backseat
  94. She and Diego did every single thing that a parents would do for their kids
  95. You still don’t seem to understand. She doesn’t care if she dies, and that’s a biggest problem for us
  96. I am parked outside your house, so get your ass out here or we’re gonna leave
  97. Okay, I just want to put you on mute right now
  98. My girl, you are crazy as hell
  99. Bennett leaned against the wall, staring down at my shoes as I nervously tapped it against the ground
  100. You do whatever you hate to do to save her
  101. “Don’t be an asshole this time, okay?”
    “If you mean the blood mojito thing, it wasn’t my fault –“
    “It was definitely your fault, so shut up.”
  102. She had her head over the sink, both doctors stapling her busted up head
  103. “Put a towel under your head so the sheets won’t be bloody.”
  104. The bandages around my torso constricted painfully as I drew in a deep breath, hoping the stitches wouldn’t tear. 
  105. It’s special if he choice you from 23 girls.”
    “Yes, or he might be a serial killer or creepy otherwise.”
    “Or like last time, it might be grandpa of one of our girls and you have to bring your medical past back up.”
  106. Okay, that was an aggressive door slam.
  107. ”Just a heads up, Eric’s looking for you”
    Of course he is.”
  108.  One week here, and she stabbed three of our staff members, landed seven patient into medical care.  
  109. She’s the best damn sniper in this base
  110. I mean let’s be honest. This isn’t exactly working. 
  111. You still believe in happy endings? 
  112. Both of them could see the silvery white scar, about a half an inch wide, midway down her rib cage. 
  113. Ronnie was regretting her idea of putting high heeled ankle boots as she struggled to keep up with Nikki, who was walking ahead, kicking the snow and sleet
  114. Half-finished cigarette stumps were scattered on the last step
  115. My job is to run in front of everyone and not to get killed. Simple
  116. I jumped around to keep the balance as I ripped my shoe off, chunking it away to corner.
  117. “Anslo is going to kill you”
    “Quite many people are going to kill me”
  118. “I don’t think you understand.. I’m not an angel. I kill people, I murder people.. it’s my work, my job is to kill.”
  119. “If you ever again hurt her, look at her bad way.. I will kick in your miserable little balls. I will show you how it feels like to be beaten by somebody how once said ‘I love you’ to you. I can make it to hurt..”
  120. ”You should get somebody who actually wants to help you”
    “I will buy you double”
  121. “Could you explain why you are even with him?”
    “Somebody’s gotta do it. I’m taking a bullet for everybody else”
  122. “How can you even sleep next to him?”
    “Well, the snarleks is paying off with other things”
    “I don’t wanna even know.”
  123. Hey Mikey! Your father wants you to phone!
  124. You want to play her game? Don’t. You don’t want to get into it, believe me.
  125. Drown on a fish pool asshole
  126. Apparently I’m only good at taking beatings
  127. “I trust her”
    “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t trust herself.”
  128. Someone just proposed in our dorm. Anybody know who’s Marley
  129. The dwarf looked her with disgust
  130. “Do you think she will stay?”
    “Knowing her.. I think she will 
  131. “You were supposed to bring the ladder”
    “I did. The bike is the ladder.”
    “No! Bike is not a ladder.”
    “I hold it, you climb up the wall of amazement.” 
  132. She wouldn’t last much longer, both of them knew it. Her knees were going to give up soon
  133. She leaned her forehead against the wall, letting the cold water run down her back.  
  134. “The safe house in Casablanca has been compromised”
  135. He ran up the stairs of Pinehurst Avenue 
  136. On the back roads of Nebraska, custom made Harley left a dusty cloud behind as it roared down the gravel route. 
  137. “I got inspired by genius but insane dictator Adolf Hitler, and got six.”
    “I can’t possibly imagine what word you got.”
    “Hither.”
  138. Lee can’t stop laughing, so I already have thoughts about this.
  139. “Question is, would I lie to you?”
    “Yes!”
    “She totally would.”
  140. I once had to dive out of my girlfriend’s window because his father tried to chop me in half with an axe
  141. Whatever she says, you do and you follow her 
  142. Don’t get into a fucking knife fight
  143. “Do you want me to do it?”
    “No.”
    “Are you sure? Hundred present sure? I have great change of breaking his neck”
  144. I just need to you are  alright, call me back.
  145. I may be getting way too old for this
  146. “I have to… go.. Need to shower my.. cat”
    “She doesn’t want to talk you assbag, go along”
  147. “Shut up, you don’t have option in this. Take the fucking leather tie off and don’t do anything stupid.”
  148. “Yeah, give her a reason to trust you even less!”
    “It’s not my fault that she can’t trust anybody!”
    “No, it’s exactly people like you why she can’t do that anymore.”
  149. You can’t just keep hitting everything you see 
  150. “You look like..”
    “Mess? I’m aware”
  151. You just fucked up our dinner!
  152. “What are you –?”
    “My father was one of the nutcases that were obsessed with zombie outbreak. Turns out that fucker was right.”
  153. Let the man in before he breaks my doorbell
  154. “I’m going to stay out of it this time. My old man is going to send me in Chicago if I get expelled one more time.”
    “What’s in Chicago?”
    “Not him.”
  155. I hold my books up against his chest, to keep his face coming even inch closer. 
  156. “Don’t be childish!”
    “What does that even mean?”
  157. If you haven’t noticed, huge part of my leg is in the desert in Afghanistan
  158. Charles had never understood her, but he had accepted that he couldn’t  
  159. John poured half bottle of vodka on me
  160. “He’s passed out in very weird position in the bathroom.”
  161. Stop slapping me with rings on! It h.u.r.t.s!
  162. Stop asking me to be your girlfriend! 
  163. Help me get off these stupid boyshorts.
  164. I can’t feel my thighs 
  165. Do you know how much replacing doors cost? Windows are also so fucking expensive.
  166. just remember personal space with her and you will be alright
  167. “You are so needy right now”
    “I’m aware”
  168. the game of ‘don’t touch the jellyfish’ is more painful than I thought
  169. there’s no people in 10 miles and I managed to run into a maniac
  170. “Do I have to?”
    “Sooner or later.”
    “Well I’m sure she’s willing to tell everything to you.”
  171. Do you think I can swallow the charge cord?
  172. “Do we have a ladder?”
    “If you’re trying to take the perfect photo of Empire State Building in our roof. No, we do not own a ladder.”
    “I just want to take the poster down from the ceiling.”
  173. “Are you and - ?”
    “Jackson. We are roommates.”
  174. “It’s landlord!”
    “Okay, we practiced this! Go, go!”
  175. yeah, you tried to drink beer out of you eye, it was quite amusing to look actually 
  176. Who did you run into a gun wielding gang within a two minutes entering here?
  177. “That’s not smart!”
    “I’m not trying to be smart!”
  178. “He has slight problems”
    “Slight?!”
    “I mean, we can discuss this whole night but”
  179. “When’s the last time you ate? And I mean real food.”
    “I had those ribs two days ago at your house”
  180. She has friends in high places, that’s why she has the job
  181. “How’s she alive?”
    “I’ve been asking that since she was born”
  182. “Does she have TV in there?”
    “Had. But her idea of shutting it off was to shoot it, so”
  183. “Go low!”
    “Low? What do you mean low? Stop confusing me!”
  184. You wrapped pizza box.. most amazing birthday present ever 
  185. “You mind if I crash here?”
  186. He uses fancy words that I don’t understand
  187. “Is your hair still green?”
    “I don’t think my mother really wants to me to ruin my hair again”
  188. Just pull your hood up. 
  189. You are same age now that your mother got you, she may not be worried but I am! 
  190. Your father looks like bodybuilding Santa. It’s quite attractive 
  191. “I know nobody here. What I’m going to do?”
    “Blend in.”
  192. Can you stop hanging out alone in the bathrooms when we are in parties? 
  193. What we discussed about the B-word?
  194. “So he can call you bitch but I can’t?”
    “You already call me slut. Easy with the insults okay?”
  195. “Why do you have a shirt with my face in it?”
    “You’re my best friend”
  196. “What’s wrong with you?”
    “I have kind of fucked up nerve ends”
  197. I got no fucking gun!
  198. What does under control mean to you? Because you have bazooka in your hands and I don’t think it’s safety to blast it inside the house  
  199. “You’re dating a firefighter?”
    “Well dating is a strong term to use”
  200. It’s like you don’t even know how much I love you
In A Moment Ch. 5

An Avengers Series

Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1482

Warnings: Action, mild violence, swearing and some fluff.

A/N: Time for a different kind of action… the non smut variety.

Prologue - One - Two - Three - Four   

Originally posted by its-wicked-stuff

 

Steve slowly came awake to the sound of boots outside of the motel room door. Heavy footsteps like those could only be made by combat boots. Steve turned his head on the pillow. You were still sound asleep between him and Bucky. Your hair was over your face and your leg was thrown over his thighs. Steve looked past you to Bucky. His eyes were also open, looking at Steve. He had heard the boots too.

More sets of footsteps had joined the first.

Time to go,” Steve mouthed to Bucky. He slid out from underneath you and started pulling on his clothes. He bent down and threw yours on the bed as Bucky was waking you up. Whatever Bucky had said to you in your ear, startled you awake. You sat up quickly, pushing your hair out of your face. You scrambled out of bed as quietly as possible and pulled your own clothes on. Bucky was doing the same as you went over to your backpack and searched for the gas grenades you had stashed in the side pocket. You pulled two out and held them up to Steve and Bucky. Both nodded their heads in approval.

Bucky threw everything he could find that belonged to the three of you in his backpack and put it on. Steve picked up his shield and motioned for you to peak out the curtain.

You leaned up and peered through the slight opening down the middle. It was still dark outside but you could make out the men standing around the door. You lifted your hand up, showing the number five. Then, made a gun out of your thumb and index fingers.

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UNCHARTED Sentence Starters

Drakes fortune:

  • “Then, my friend, you have a problem.” 
  • owww, I did NOT see that!” 
  • “let’s just pretend for a minute that I don’t really care about any of that and cut to the chase will ya?”
  • “Is that it? Is that my deal? Die now, or help you, and die later. It’s a tough call, but you know what? I’ll take die now.” 
  • “I’m sweating like a hooker in church!”
  • “Oh crap.” 
  • You make it sound so dirty”
  • “Somethin nasty happened to these guys. There’s blood everywhere… and soup.”
  • “I’ll kick you to sleep!”

Among Thieves:

  • “Yep, that’s my blood… that’s a lot of my blood…”
  • You couldn’t find your ass with both hands. (and a map)” 
  • “Compassion is the enemy. Mercy defeats us. Now, unless you wish to test me still further, you will drop your weapons!”
  • “I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”
  • “Alright. Eh, c'mon. Admit it - you’re impressed”
  • Y'know, people are always telling me how lucky I am. But the truth is, everything I touch turns to shit.”
  • “You were right” 
  • “Nice View”
  • I’m not stubborn, I’m just restless.”
  • “So… On a scale of 1 to 10, how scared were you that I was gonna die?”
  • “We cannot fumble our way through this!”
  • “You Cocky Bastard”

Drakes Deception: 

  • “Yeah, you’re a comedian.”
  • “be careful what you wish for.“
  • “Hopefully, that’s the last of them.”
  • “Oh, great… next thing I know you’ll be putting that gun to the back of my head telling me about the rabbits.”
  • “Would you stop being a wise ass for a minute and listen?”
  • “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
  • "How the hell did you do this with just three bullets.”
  • “How do I know you’re real?”
  • “Never a dull moment with you, huh?”