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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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Hmmmm 👁️🫦👁️ yandere Doflamingo X from male reader who develops stockholm syndrome (I'm it isn't scientific but it's helpful ;-;) and ends up slowly warming up to/falling in love with him?

Doffy can be sickly sweet, always holding reader close, lavishing them with praise and buying things for them, but when reader tried to escape or got -what Doflamingo thought- was too close to someone else, he gets kinda dark. Cue some kind of punishment followed by him acting all good cop and doting on reader.

Some fluff/smut peppered in if that's okay 😭

Hope this is alright and doesn't break any of the rules

Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo x male reader

Headcanons

Tw for darker stuff ig? I love Doffy, hes my little crazy muffin. Probably not the best Stockholm syndrome, mainly just the reader being dumb and easily manipulated.

i feel like my obsession with doffys tongue is visible in this... exposing myself.

Doflamingo is known for being a master manipulator, so once he turns his attention to you and wants you for himself, he will have you one way or another. Theres a big chance you won’t even realize what’s happening until its way too late, and you are completely caught in his web of strings.

You had just been the average dock worker, working for one of the many companies working under The Joker in the underworld, smuggling all kinds of stuff. It was never your job to question what you were shipping, and not asking questions meant you got to stay alive.

You just happened to be at the wrong place at the same time. You just happened to be dumb enough to not have a sense of self preservation. You just happened to not recognize the 10 ft tall blonde in a pink feathery coat and goofy sunglasses. And you just happened to look so… cute.

You didn’t really have any friends on this island. It wasn’t the place you got close to anybody, and you sure as hell never trusted anybody, as everyone here was some kind of criminal. You were one of the few who wasn’t a blood thirsty psycho. You just had been given a bad hand in life and a lot of bad luck.

When the tall blonde started appearing near the docks on the regular, you didn’t question it. Questions should never be placed, and even though you had no idea who he was, everyone else seemed to fear him. So, no matter how handsome he was, you tried to stay out of his way.

You were a clumsy fool. It had resulted in a lot of punishment and beatings, but to Doflamingo, you were just so adorable. Like watching a little lamb running around thinking they were safe from the pack of blood thirsty wolves always circling.

When gifts started appearing in your dorm, as you were so low ranked in the system that you didn’t even have enough money for your own place, you didn’t know what to do.

You had never owned expensive things, so you knew nothing about the quality of things you were given. You didn’t understand just how expensive the shirt you were given was, or that the bracelets that looked a little too much like shackles cost more than someone like you would ever see in their life.

The gifts kept coming, and somehow your roommates disappeared, leaving the room all for you. One day when returning from the docks, it had even been redecorated. You almost had a heart attack, thinking someone else had moved in. But when you asked your superior, they had just glanced around nervously and said it was for you and to not question it.

Through all of this, Doflamingo watched your every move. From the moment you got up in the morning till you went to bed, and sometimes even as you slept.

Being who he was, Doflamingo had nothing against sneaking into your room as you slept, just so he could watch you. Or if he was feeling starved enough, he would lean down and kiss you, sometimes letting that long monster of a tongue slide into your mouth for just a small taste.

Before you knew it you were pretty much Doflamingos property. In the beginning you didn’t wear any of the fancy clothes or jewelry, not wanting to dirty any of it. But from one day to the next, all your old clothes went away, leaving you with only the clothes so expensive the majority of the world could only dream about owning it.

You didn’t understand why most of it bore a specific shade of pink, or that the symbol sewn into most of the clothes in one way or another was a jolly roger. You, in your oblivious mind, just thought it was a brand or print.

Doflamingo couldn’t help but feel pleased as everyone stared at you with fear and dread, avoiding you every chance they got, as everyone but you seemed to know you were his, and his alone.

You were right where he wants you, and little by little, Doflamingo would insert himself into your life. At first, you’d see him in passing, but soon you would see him every shift and you two would talk.

You were so concentrated with working that you didn’t notice how he always seemed to stare at you, and if he hadn’t worn sunglasses, you might have seen how he so rarely blinked, as if wanting to eat you up.

At some point he just happens to “offer you a job”, giving you the job of a lifetime. Doflamingo could almost have writhed in pleasure when you agreed, smiling so brightly and looking so deliciously stupid, to him at least.

All the many mysterious gifts you were given were moved, and soon you worked right under Doflamingo. Maybe as his assistant or something like that, some job where you would be right by him every day. Of course, you weren’t actually do any work that mattered, he just gave you fluffy paperwork that would be thrown out, since there was nothing of importance on them.

From then on you gave you his presents in person, leering and grinning when you became flustered and stuttered before giving a shy thanks.

Everyone in the donquixote family knew you were off limits as they saw the possessive look Doflamingo always gave you, or how he would pull you into his lap and claim there weren’t any more seats, using his strings to whisk whatever chairs were around away.

Working for Doflamingo, you ended up growing, what should I say, used to the treatment. You had come to expect his praise and lingering touches, or the gifts hed rain down on you. So when he kissed you the first time, you weren’t too surprised.

Sure you still blushed up a storm, but it had all seemed to lead up to this. To you, who still had no idea of Doflamingos darker side, thought he may just have been shy and expressed his feelings for you through gifts.

When you guys started “officially” dating, he got worse, or better, depending on who asks. I’m putting officially in quotations, as to Doflamingo you had always been his.

Forget about any type of work you were doing before, you were always seated in his lap now, wearing the clothes he picked out for you, and being a good little lover for him.

Dating Doflamingo also meant you quickly got used to gagging, since he’s the type of guy that always tries to shove his tongue down your throat, and with Doflamingo having the tongue he does, he actually succeeds in doing so.

Hes sickeningly sweet to you, fawning over you and piling praise on you, his large hands wandering and making you see stars whenever you are even a little bit in the mood. Its because of this it takes you so very long to realize what kind of monster he is.

The reveal was never meant to happen, but you somehow ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you got to see Doflamingos true colors. Seeing him tear someone apart with his strings, that large grin on his face, made you feel sick.

After that you grew distant, and Doflamingo pouted and kissed your face all over, trying to get him to tell you what was wrong. But you never told him, just shrinking away from him, as the seriousness of the situation finally seemed to dawn on you.

Even to you, who wasn’t the smartest person around by far, it all seemed to click into place. From your job, to your clothes, to how everyone seemed to avoid you, isolating you to under interact with Doflamingo.

You needed to get you, that’s what you became sure of. Its only because Doflamingo never thought you’d actually try to leave that you got the upper hand. In the end you didn’t even get off the island, but you were smart enough to get out of his base and to the docks where you had worked before.

But as you were about to board a ship to get outta there, strings seemed to cage in the entire island, like a birdcage. Doflamingo had realized you were gone, and he was pissed.

Before you knew it, conquerors haki covered the entire island, knocking you out almost immediately, but not before you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your feet, the reality of Doflamingos strength finally hitting you.

When you wake up again, you find yourself in Doflamingos bedroom, golden shackles similar to the bracelets you were given keeping you locked to the bed.

It takes you a moment to notice him, but when you do you almost throw up from the fear it causes. There in the corner sits Doflamingo, but for the first time since you’ve met him, he looks angry. No, he doesn’t look angry, he looks enraged.

He doesn’t even demand an answer from you as to why you tried to run. He just gets to his feet and approaches you, and for the first time his 10 feet of height scares you. But then he doesn’t something unexpected. He cradles your face in his hands and coos at you, treating you as if you were some kind of child or animal that had broken the rules, not because you wanted too, but because you were so very dumb you didn’t realize you broke them.

All these months of being with Doflamingo from morning till dawn as caused you to love him, its no secret. Its just a reaction of the human psyche, so part of you had been scared of disappointing him. It also makes your insides flutter at his cooing, even as he calls you a brainless stupid idiot who can’t think for themselves.

All his cooing and sugar sweet but cruel words makes you cry, making Doflamingo smirk when you sob into his chest, apologizing for running away. When you agree with him that you are stupid and can’t make decisions on your own, he knows he’s won. Well, he’s known he’s had you for months, but seeing you admit it is euphoric.

Doflamingo ends up holding you in his arms and cooing at you, pouting and sounding of so sweet as you cry, telling you he forgives you. But there must be consequences, and you have to be punished.

You’ve never been punished by Doflamingo before, so you have no idea what to expect. Knowing the kind of role Doflamingo wants to play, the punishment is probably something along the lines of overstimulation until you pass out, and when you wake up, he will do it again and again, repeating the process until he feels you’ve paid for your sins.

When hes strung you of everything you’ve got and you cant even think straight, he would pick you up and kiss you all over, praising you in that sickeningly sweet honey voice of his, carrying you to his personal bathroom.

Here he would get both of you into his large bathtub, where he would scrub your limp and hickey covered body dry as you whine and whimper, almost melting against his chest as his large hands massage all your sore muscles.

As you bathe, you most likely end up with him fucking your thighs, Doflamingo cooing in your ear that he will have mercy on your cute little holes for now, since they’re still so sensitive from your punishments. But next time he won’t be as lenient.

As he slides his shaft between your thighs, Doflamingo would slide his tongue down your throat again, smirking to himself as you jolt and twitch, still arching into his touch even as your body ached and burned from all the overstimulation.

After he finishes, he would praise you more before getting out of the bath, where he would dry you off in the softest of towels, before Doflamingo would tuck you both into bed. You would pass out immediately again, slumping against his chest as Doflamingo laughs, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

He loves you, as much as someone like Doflamingo could love. And because he loves you, he owns you. That’s his logic at least. This also means you will never be allowed to leave, and no one will ever be allowed to take you away. And he will do everything in his power to make it a reality.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 6 months

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Just A Thought:

Miguel O'Hara - but Bruce Wayne

Miguel O'Hara as Batman

Miguel being a billionaire whose left the sole caretaker of his younger brother Gabriel when his parents are gunned down after a late-night play.

Left with the fortune and legacy of Alchemax, Miguel falls into dispair - and comes across a classified operation conducted by his father, a super potent and super addictive drug.

Rapture.

Not knowing, Miguel tries it once, and he finds himself hooked.

Over months the situation worsens. Gabriel gets worried about his older brother.

In search of answers, Gabriel discovers the truth - the source of Raptures creation. Their father having developed a hard-to-replicate super drug as a way to control Nueva Gotham's underground drug trade, funding Alchemax with laundered money.

Gabriel almost became a whistleblower, leaking the news to the press - but instead, he was killed by gunmen funded by Alchemax.

After Gabriel's death, Rapture floods Neuva Gotham's streets.

In less than a week, addiction skyrockets across the city.

Horrified at the discovery and the loss of his brother, Miguel seeks out a way to reverse his addiction - and undo the unspeakable corruption caused by his father.

Instead, his own invention does more harm than good - turning him into the The Spider-Man.

He fights crime in his usual blue and red suit except the blue is black and he has a cape all the time now

The Spider-man fights crime by being a 'bug on the wall', undermining and brutalizing Nueva Gotham's underworld, trying to find the people who leaked Rapture to the streets - and ordered the murder of his brother.

FOLLOW-UP IDEA:

SpiderKids as Robins!!!!

Pavitr being Dick Grayson/Future Nightwing - the perfect and acrobatic star child. Bright and optimistic despite The Horrors. Loves his girlfriend.

Hobie being Jason Todd - the Robin Miguel first meets while the kids is stealing his tires. The kid who trashes the O'Hara Manor, gets a little too excited about kicking ass and talking back and beating up cops.

Killed by The Goblin aka Joker + Green Goblin together - Revived - HATES Miguel now.

Goes by Spiked Hood

Gwen being Tim Drake - the Robin that stays up until 3am. More into techie stuff. Close with Miguel but no where near the way he is with Pavitr. But she loves her siblings and half the time feels like the only Sane one.

BONUS IDEA!!!!

GABRIELLA AS DAMIAN WAYNE!!!! Xina being Thalia (minus the weird ummm uncomfy origins of Damian)

Gabbie being Miguel's one blood child who he didn't raise from birth but met later. But he trains and raises her anyway. She's a natural at it. A bit ruthless considering the whole, raised by assassins thing though.

But she ADORES her older siblings though she'd never admit it. She hangs with her older brother Pavitr ALL THE TIME, especially after Pavitr becomes NightWing in Mumblud Haven (or Bludbai if you'd like)

She thinks Hobie is so cool, especially when he comes around with Starfire and Red Arrow (aka DiscoSpider Diane and Captain Anarchy Karl Morningdew). The three of them calling themselves Spiked Hood and the Outlaws - in reference to Hobie's spiked and hooded outfit.

Since Pavitr lives in Bludbai and Hobie dislikes Miguel - Gwen and Gabriella are the only ones who still live in the manor with Miguel and his e-maid Lyla - who is now full sized like Alfred, but still AI.

There's a spider signal in the sky.

J.Jonah is Commissioner Gordon. And every time he sees Miguel he's talking shit about vigilantes despite having to work with him cause Nueva Gotham is such a shit hole.

Miguel is still tired as hell because he's on patrol and gets a call from Lyla talking about how Hobie set fire to the manor curtains again 'but on purpose this time'

Do you see it do you see my vision are you picking up what I'm putting down

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Two

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, light sexual content but not really

a/n: so glad y’all are enjoying this fic so far! hopefully chapter 2 lives up to the expectations! let me know what you think!

Series Masterlist

“And if there are any other problems with the Stinson boy you bring them to me first, don’t go busting some kid’s head in because he looked at you wrong,” George Barnes spoke with a clear pointed voice, his attention focusing on his son to his right, his literal righthand man. George Barnes had been grooming Bucky to take over the ‘family business’ as he called it since Bucky could walk. If Winnifred had her way, Bucky never would’ve stepped foot into his role as underboss, he would’ve gone to college and lived a happy life with a happy wife, 2.5 kids and a picket fence. But that was not what the universe had planned for James Buchanan Barnes. Instead he learned how to run guns, how to get the cops on his payroll, how to extort whoever he wanted. He learned how to gain power.

The Barnes family name had been whispered throughout the city for half a century, with his grandfather running the business, then his father, but within the last decade it had grown from whispers to a roar. Bucky had helped his father take on more businesses and hide the illicit activity behind honest work. Well, as honest as strip and night clubs could get at least. The Barnes family had created “Barnes Inc.” many years ago, their business venture with every intention of providing legitimate services to the people of Manhattan. The traffickers, drug and human alike, knew better than to fuck with the Barnes family. It was one business that Bucky and his father ensured they would never mess with. But being the underboss of one of the largest mafia outposts on the eastern seaboard meant that Bucky had to sit in every one of these meetings, listening to his dad talk shit about how he handled business.

“Senator Stinson,” Bucky drawled in response, “is no longer a boy, and hasn’t been a boy for a decade. If he wants to make his bed then he can lay in it. I’ll behave myself if he does.” Bucky hated Senator Stinson and his whole family. They were allied with a rival family but were too involved in the upper echelon of Manhattan life to really fuck with. The kid just never knew when to shut up and constantly said things for the sole purpose of getting on Bucky’s nerves.

George groaned and rubbed the center of his forehead with the palm of his hand before adding, “like I said. Don’t let me see his murder on the 11 o’clock news. We got enough shit comin’ our way, we don’t need the death of a junior Senator coming back to bite us in the ass. Leave him alone, James.” With the finality that only a mob boss could have the conversation was over. The rest of the members at the table didn’t have anything to add so George dismissed them, casting a final glance at Bucky before shaking his head and standing up to leave.

“Please, son. Just, for once in your life, listen to me,” he pleaded before walking out the conference room, not giving Bucky another glance.

A low whistle sounded from behind Bucky’s back as he groaned and rolled his eyes at the dramatics his father was playing on. “Sounds to me, like someone ticked off daddy Barnes. What’d you do this time, Buck?” Steve Rogers teased as if he didn’t know about Bucky beating the shit out of the police officer that tried to give him a ticket a week ago, or about the fact that Liam Stinson had been hanging around The Underworld and some of the other Barnes family clubs a little more recently, asking questions of his workers like he was a detective and not the youngest member of the New York Senate.

“Fuck off, Rogers. You know just as well as I do that when the old man gets twitchy he takes it out on me,” Bucky joked as he walked side-by-side with his best friend of over twenty years towards his office. The Barnes Inc. building was huge, almost as huge as Stark Industries, with an extremely coveted view of the city. Steve had teased him about his office a time or two once he started officially working with the Barnes family and Bucky had joked right back that he could gladly give him an office in the basement next to the beaten and bloodied bodies that inhabited the space occasionally, Steve had kindly turned him down.

Shutting the door to Bucky’s office behind him, Steve made himself at home as he plopped down onto the leather couch in the corner of Bucky’s office near his desk. Bucky made the two of them a drink and loosened the tie around his neck. They drank in silence, taking in the view, before their little party was interrupted by a knock and Sam Wilson’s entrance before they could even say anything.

“Wilson, what have I told you about knocking? You knock first, wait for someone to invite you in, then you open the door. I can’t be any more clear. One of these days you’re gonna walk in here and not like what you see,” Bucky teased, knowing that Sam could take it.

Sam merely rolled his eyes at the jest before snidely responding, “Yeah you’d think after that time of walking in on Megan sucking your dick like a lollipop that I’d learn, old habits die hard,” he mocked a disgusted shiver before taking a seat next to a snickering Steve. “Pour me one too, Barnes. I’ve got some news.”

Bucky quirked his brow in question but got up to pour his friend a drink. After a few sips Sam took a breath, taking in the increasingly curious eyes of Steve and Bucky before smacking his lips and pretending like he was admiring the whiskey. “Wow, that’s smooth. What vintage is this, it’s like drinking water,” he drawled, obviously avoiding the conversation that Steve and Bucky wanted to hear, the reason he came into the office in the first place.

“Spit it out, Samuel. We don’t have all fucking day,” Bucky growled lowly, growing tired of Sam’s game. Sam let out a deep sigh before downing the rest of his drink and dropping the piece of information he’d been sitting on for the last hour.

“Y/N’s back.”

Steve did a spit take that would put even the best of Hollywood’s actors to shame, meanwhile Bucky felt like the room had started spinning and his tie was suddenly way too tight. Y/N. A name he hadn’t heard in ten years. What the fuck was she doing back? The last he’d heard she’d refused to ever set foot back in Manhattan. He couldn’t help but wonder what had changed her mind.

Twelve Years Ago

You sat on the couch in Bucky’s parents’ living room. Giggling as Bucky whispered some ridiculous joke in your ear. You always laughed at his jokes, even the ones he didn’t find particularly funny. But you swore he could’ve been a comedian if he wanted to. He was just about to press a kiss to your lips when he was interrupted by the sound of his father clearing his throat. In the archway to the living room stood Winnifred and George Barnes with identical smirks, dressed to the nines to go to whatever charity they were blessing with their presence.

“Do we need to keep a nanny cam on the two of you tonight? Better yet do we need to make Steve chaperone and relay all the details of the evening back to us?” Winnie joked, the smirk on her lips playful as she took in the clear look of embarrassment on your face. You and Bucky hadn’t been officially dating long but you’d been friends for as long as the Barnes family could remember. The day Bucky announced to his family that you were dating was the day Winnifred Barnes saw a different future for her son. One that didn’t involve the violence and darkness that her husband saw on a daily basis. But she knew that it had already begun to creep its way in, grabbing Bucky in a vice grip by the throat before he could drive. But she pushed that to the back of her mind and held onto that hope that you brought.

“Mom, we don’t need Stevie to babysit us, promise. We’ll be good, hands above the waist and all that jazz,” he threw a wink in your direction and he could tell that he wasn’t helping the situation regarding your embarrassment.

Winnie merely laughed at her son before scolding him lightly, “James Barnes, I taught you better than that. Apologize to the poor girl. You don’t say those things about your future wife,” she added the last bit with a wink in your direction.

Bucky grinned evilly before looking at you and pouting his lips in mock sadness, “sorry, princess. I promise only to touch you if you want me to.”

“Alright, James, Winnie that’s enough. James, your mother and I raised you better than that. Apologize sincerely to both of them now so we can leave, and Winnie quit making the poor girl think about her future as the other Mrs. Barnes, it’s terrifying,” his dad’s tone was serious, more serious than his mother had originally been, but it held a little joking intonation. His eyes thought? His eyes leveled Bucky with a look that he’d better take this seriously.

He apologized truly to you and his mother before giving the latter a hug and wishing them a good night. When the front door had shut Bucky turned around to continue where the two of you had left off when a pillow came flying towards his face.

“BUCKY HOW DARE YOU EMBARRASS ME LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF YOUR MOTHER!?!” You yelled indignantly, only half-joking but clearly still embarrassed from the words Bucky and Winnie spoke just moments before.

“And my parents didn’t embarrass you by callin' you my future wife? Just the talk about what I would do to my wife gotcha all wound up, sugar?” He teased you mercilessly, one of his favorite things to do was see what he could say to get you all riled up. You were the one pouting this time, perfect lips pushed out just where Bucky could lean over and kiss them-

“Earth to James? Man wake up and stop daydreaming about some pussy you left a decade ago,” Sam joked without thinking of the words coming out of his mouth. Without a second thought Bucky was holding Sam against the wall by his throat, his friend’s feet kicking trying to get down.

“You don’t EVER fucking talk about Y/N L/N like that again. You fucking know better, Wilson. Say it again and you’re going to the warehouse on the Island,” Bucky threatened, his chest heaving with anger and making eye contact with Sam to make sure he understood the threat was very much so real. Sam nodded his head quickly and Bucky released his grip, allowing Sam to slide down the wall to his knees as he gasped for air.

“Come on, Wilson. You know Y/N’s off-limits. Has been for years. That was low for someone who considered himself one of her best friends,” Steve growled lowly from behind Bucky. Sam still hadn’t found his voice and just nodded his head while keeping his eyes low, avoiding eye contact with his bosses as he let himself out of the office.

“Alright, Buck. You know Sam didn’t mean it. He was just surprised to see that the totally-cool-so-not-in-love-with-Y/N-L/N-Bucky doesn’t actually exist,” Steve explained, half joking in the way only Steve Rogers could and not get murdered. Bucky was working on his breathing, trying to pull himself away from the anger he was feeling at one of his friends just moments before.

Tugging at his tie, Steve sighed and checked his watch. “Alright, jerk. Call up Megan, let’s go to Underworld. Have a few drinks. Get laid. Work this tension right out of you, kay?” And with a slap on his back, Steve was pulling Bucky out of the office and towards the car waiting out front.

The bass inside The Underworld beat in time with Bucky’s pulse. The second he and Steve had arrived Megan was walking through the curtain of the VIP section and practically straddling Bucky as she sat in his lap and kissed him with what he was sure she thought was a fiery passion. Bucky sank into the kiss, the first thing that had given him a break from his brain since that afternoon, and invited her tongue to tangle with his. Bucky could barely hear Steve clearing his throat once, twice, three times, but neither he nor Megan cared as she began to roll her hips into his. Steve groaned and took his leave, leaving the two of them to dry hump and make out in the booth.

“Mmmm Bucky Bear, missed you so much,” she panted in that fake, breathy voice that Bucky truly hated. Normally it would be enough to turn him off but tonight he welcomed the distraction. He moved his hand between her thighs but this time is attention was caught by a flash of red hair as the curtain surrounding the VIP section was pulled open.

“Alright, Barnes, if you’re gonna fuck you don’t do it in my club. Go home,” Natasha’s smooth sarcasm rang clear as a bell, acting as a bucket of ice water on his erection. Megan and Bucky both groaned, clearly annoyed at Natasha’s interruption but she merely raised a perfectly groomed brow as if that was answer enough to why she was doing this.

“This isn’t your club anyways, Romanoff. It’s Bucky’s. He can do what he wants. Like fuck me in a booth,” Megan spoke up, obviously feeling powerful sitting next to Bucky, her self-assurance that he’d stick up for her made him roll his eyes and roll her off his lap into the booth next to him.

“Enough, Megan. That’s not your place,” he spoke firmly to her before facing Natasha with a quirked brow of his own, “but she’s right, Nat. It is my club.”

“Well when you start managing it every day then I’ll give a shit. For now, act appropriately. Don’t make me call Thor to kick you out.”

Bucky knew that only a small part of her was kidding. Ever since he’d given Nat control of The Underworld, to help manage it as a legitimate business and provide regular income for the family, she made the rules. And Thor enforced them. Nat didn’t leave right away meaning that she wanted to talk to him, without Megan, so Bucky sent Megan to the bar to get them drinks on his tab. She pouted, obviously hoping that would get Bucky to change his mind, but he just leveled her with the same look his dad gave him when he meant business, and she scampered off in the direction of Clint for drinks.

Nat took a seat in the chair across from him, quietly thinking before speaking softly, “Steve told me. About Y/N. I just…wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Natasha and Steve were the two of his friends that could talk about Y/N and not make Bucky irrationally angry. Sam had practically scrubbed her name from his vocabulary, but Steve and Natasha had been forced to scrub her from their lives the second Bucky made his decision to leave. He’d only ever told Steve why he left you and a part of him had always felt bad about leaving Natasha in the dark. You and Natasha had grown to be as close as he and Steve and by Bucky forcing you out of their lives he knew he’d hurt you both. Over the years Nat had tried to get the information out of him but Bucky was a safe, locked up tight and only he had the key. No matter how hard she pleaded all Bucky ever said was “don’t question my methods if you wish to remain a part of this family, Romanoff.” That usually shut her up.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? The name Y/N L/N means nothing to me. Just another girl from a bygone era,” Bucky sneered as the curtain to the VIP section was moved to reveal Megan and Steve with a tray of drinks. Steve offered an apologetic smile to Natasha, Bucky could tell he was trying to hold off Megan for just a little longer so Natasha could speak to him but judging by the breasts in the low cut dress pressing against his arm that didn’t work out too well.

“Look Bucky Bear! I got us shots!” Megan cooed, her coo sounding more like a squeal and Bucky forced himself not to roll his eyes. Natasha did roll hers. She never liked Megan and if she had it her way Megan would never set foot in The Underworld ever again. But some things Nat didn’t have completely control over, nor would she ever. Who James Buchanan Barnes brought to his club was one of them. Bucky, Steve and Natasha took the shots from Megan and threw them back before Natasha left to bring them a few bottles before continuing with her work.

The drunker Megan got the more sloppy she became. As the night went on her hands wandered, palming the front of Bucky’s pants as she tried to talk him into going to the bathroom with her or taking her in one of the storage closets. Bucky had half a mind to listen to her when his attention snagged on the dance floor. For the second time that day his heart had stuttered, the collar of his shirt feeling way too tight now, as he watched you dance.

Ten years had passed. Ten years since Bucky had seen you last but you still looked as gorgeous as the last time. In fact Bucky was convinced that you looked even more attractive, if that was even possible. Childhood softness had turned into womanly curves, your outfit clinging tight as evidence. The flashing lights on the dance floor bathed you in shadow one second and illuminated every angle of your face the next. You swayed to the music, drink in hand and not a care in the world. Bucky was mesmerized by the sway of your hips, their intoxicating rhythm drawing his attention further and further away from the woman pressed up against him and attempting to seduce him. Steve noticed the look on Bucky’s face and followed his line of sight to see you on the dance floor, his eyes bulging as he took you in. Bucky seemed fine, albeit a little strung out by your presence, until Caden Smith approached you with his hands on your hips and began moving with you, grinding your ass into his pelvis.

Steve couldn’t stop Bucky fast enough, it all happened before he even knew what was what. Megan was being thrown off Bucky’s side as he stormed his way through the curtain of the VIP section to the crowded dance floor, Steve hurrying in his wake to make sure his best friend didn’t kill anyone, not after the talking to they’d had by George that morning.

When Bucky approached Caden he grabbed the kid by the neck and pulled him off you as quick as possible. You turned around, a look on your face that could possibly murder someone but your words died on your tongue as you stared him down. The fire in your eyes that Bucky remembered from so long ago was still there, except this time it was being directed towards him. Bucky decided to deal with that in a second before turning around to face the Smith kid.

“You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you for being on this side of the city tonight, kid, But I’m feeling fucking generous. Go back to Pierce, don’t ever show your face here again, and I’ll let your ass live. The next moment I see you in my territory will be your last,” Bucky growled the threat lowly into the face of the newest recruit to the Pierce family’s ranks. Bucky knew that the kid had to have known better than to make himself at home in his family’s establishment, so it was completely possible the kid was sent as a spy. But Caden’s family came from money, the same money as Liam Stinson, himself and you. He couldn’t afford to kill him…tonight.

Caden nodded his head and scrambled away and Bucky turned to face you. Your face was twisted up in anger. He could tell you wanted to yell at him, fuss at him for breaking you away from your dance partner but he didn’t let you. Because Bucky Barnes is an dumbass with a sharp tongue, a mouth that tended to run away from his brain and when he opened his mouth to speak to you, for the first time in a decade and the first time since he decided to shut off all contact between the two of you, he couldn’t have been more dumb.

With a cocky smirk, he spoke in his signature Brooklyn drawl, “you know, L/N, I always thought the first time I’d see you again after all this time would be in a more classy setting, never thought I’d watch you grind on some loser in the middle of my club.”

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now im thinking of mafia boss reader taking Stone in from the streets after seeing him beat someone up, impressed by Stones strength.

reader notices that Stone craves attention and aproval and uses it to his full advantage (maybe something genuine in there too)

i just want Stone to be taken care of by a dilf (doesn't even have to be romantic just father/son criminal activity)

im so sorry for turning everything into an x reader im just astronomically expedonciously down bad for your ocs i want to be with them

There's pros and cons to taming Criminal!Stone. The cons are that he knows very little about society besides the criminal underworld, man is innocent in matters of socializing and sexual matters. He will stare blankly if someone tries to flirt with him and he's more likely to be unable to integrate himself into society so everyone knows he's part of the Mafia. Cops try and arrest him constantly when he's out and about.

On the other hand, he's very good at what he does. He's so strong and scary, the perfect guard dog to act as your right hand. No dares try to lie to him, his cold stare makes their defenses crumble beneath the weight of their fear. And he's so loyal, that he has inadvertently killed off your competition. Other mafia bosses have tried to poach him off of you and he thought the appropriate response to ensuring that you knew how loyal he was, was to kill them and bring their heads to you on spikes.

Just tell him he's being a good boy and he'll be yours. Will be metaphorically eating out of the palm of your hand—or literally, if you're into that—at the first sign of approval from you.

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From yesterday’s Def Jam stream:

1. We finally beat the Danny Trejo boss fight. Yes, the Trejo boss fight:

His main gimmick is that he regens HP faster than you can beat it out of him so you have to reduce his max HP through immense punishment first. He also has the Superman Punch which just does 33% of your HP.

2. The Holy Spirit, the name of our first finisher (Guillotine DDT, “The Father”, Powerbomb, “The Son”, and Springboard, “The Holy Spirit”), because the character we’re playing is an Amish big boy named Jebediah (in Arc 3, he’s now Wrathful Jebediah due to his combat prowess) that accidentally escaped Amish containment in Pennsylvania and thought D-Mob was Slothful Jeremiah being taken by the cops, so he rescued him, only to be thrust right into the violent criminal underworld of Fanfic New York.

3. Fat Joe (another tough boss) was countering absolutely everything so I just started 5Aing him forever and I just laid him out with jabs too fast for him to use counters on. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE JEBEDIAH’S FRAMES.

We ended the stream by defeating a fan favorite boss:

Xzibit. No one’s ride will ever be pimped again. Also Jebediah is bald with sideburns and looks like a thumb, we gave him the Emiya Shirou fit (+ timbs)

Yes, the clothing store is called SUS, get it out of your system.

We’re about halfway through the game, so next stream we should fight Snoop Dogg. STAY TUNED.

#dreamerwave #it's so funny streaming this like trejo will show up and people on chat will be like #WAIT THAT IS DANNY TREJO THE ACTUAL ONE jfigowjgi4 yes man this is fanfic fighter #everyone's here

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So yes I LOVE soft soulmate-y Bruabba but something that’s underutilized with these two is how much they could be the worst, most destructive thing for each other because I think it could be SO interesting-

We get caught up in the romance of “don’t be bound by your past” but Bucciarati IS Abbachio being bound by his past. Still bound to the criminal underworld that, if he can’t beat, he may as well join. Not just looking the other way while the innocent get robbed and exploited but actively participating in it. Still taking orders from people with their own enrichment in mind. Doesn’t matter as long as he has a direction in life.

But Abbachio is just too ready to challenge Bucciarati. Whether he’s a cop or just the first (or only) one to argue Bucciarati’s orders, he is putting cracks in Bucciarati’s authority over him. But Bucciarati looks at Abbachio as an equal (or looks up to him as an elder according to the wikia) so this seems to work for them. I think he’s the only person who would really look Bucciarati in the eye and say “are you fucking stupid?” and I think Bucciarati lowkey needs that. Like. Subconsciously needs it.

Are my thoughts half baked? Yes a little but I think there’s something to be said for these two being two gay idiots in their twenties who were thrown together by chance and are now running towards mutually assured destruction. Which is what a codependent gay relationship in your early twenties is all about.

#mine #jjba #bruabba #bruno bucciarati #leone abbachio #having been in a long term codependent gay relationship these are my thoughts

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Headcanons: HypMic shuffle divisions

My spontaneous thoughts on the shuffle divisions and how I headcanon they will work out.

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Rosho, Jyushi and Ichiro. Not gonna lie, I think they’re a pretty balanced combo in my eyes. But I can’t help but feel like Rosho will literally be bullied by two people who are incredibly enthusiastic about stuff: a weeb and a V-kei lover. He. Will. Suffer. Not to mention that, while he’s really good with all his students in manga canon, he’s not at all assertive enough to serve as a parental figure here. Besides that, I feel like Ichiro would be more than welcome to take Jyushi under his wings and adopt him as a brother. Overall, I think it’s a team that will get shit done eventually if they figure it out.

Rei, Samatoki and Doppo. Rei and Samatoki will smoke their lungs out together. They might also brew up some mafia schemes because they’re both material girls and people in positions of relative power in the underworld. Doppo… poor Doppo is probably afraid. However, it has also been brought to my attention that, as soon as Samatoki finds out Rei is Ichiro’s dad, their potential would-be business relationship will fall apart within a second as Samatoki would beat the living daylights out of Rei for leaving his child.

Hifumi, Riou and Ramuda… what a combination. Party Wo Tomenaide, literally. It will NEVER stop. Hifumi and Ramuda will continuously hype each other up until one of them passes out. Apart from that, these two will gossip and talk all night while potentially wearing matching face masks and painting each other’s nails. Faithful to manga/drama track content, Hifumi won’t stop questioning Ramuda about his past, present and future with Jakurai while Ramuda will ask about the latest tea on HifuDo. Riou will be there to provide food, lots of it. He’s the proud dad surveilling his children at a never-ending sleepover.

Hitoya, Saburo and Jakurai. Oh boy, the brainpower of those three must be invincible. Still, I feel like throwing one of the oldest and the youngest characters together will cause some generational disaster sooner or later. Jakurai has good parenting instincts (RIP Yotsutsuji), but he might dote on Saburo a little too much. Why do I feel like Saburo will start calling him grandpa at some point… Hitoya is watching from the sidelines, probably drinking for entertainment. Maybe he’s glad to catch a break from Kuko’s and Jyushi’s antics for once – the ‘alcoholic uncle’, as a friend of mine titled him (thank you for that, I think it’s incredibly fitting).

Gentaro, Jiro and Sasara. Now that’s gonna be comedy at its finest (no pun intended). Sasara and Jiro will spew nonsense and Gentaro will write it all down. Spoiler: It’s going to be the best novel mankind has ever seen. Too bad that those three will get absolutely nothing done, because I don’t know how anyone would be able to focus with these three inside the same room. Maybe it’s their hidden strategy. Who knows? Definitely not them.

Last but not least – Kuko, Dice and Jyuto. Man, I’m praying for our favorite cop here. Dice’s and Kuko’s lifestyles may clash terribly (materialistic and always out for money/food VS. monk beliefs). However, I think they can make it work with how they’d be an invincible chaos duo. Two people with too much youthful enthusiasm and energy who have the power to uproot the entire city. Maybe Jyuto will go insane enough that he’ll join them in unhinged mode, but I feel like he’ll have his hands full busting them out of jail after an hour.

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I already added a few things and I’m still not done. Maybe I’ll say more once their actual dynamics are revealed.

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A modern history of The Luthor family and how they grew in prominence.

Lionel Luthor was born in the Suicide Slums of Metropolis, Delaware. Lionel grew up in a rather abusive household. His father was an alcoholic who used to rant about how the Luthor name meant something in the old country. That the Luthors were 'forces to reconned with'. He would tell of Alexei Luthor, who almost carved out his own country if not for the meddlesome Justice Society of America. Now, his descendants were just scraping by.

These stories actually inspired Lionel as well as contributed to his disgust towards his father. Lionel was always an independent and intelligent boy. If something went wrong in their small apartment, Lionel would fix it rather than rely on the oft-absent super. It got to the point where other tenants would hire Lionel to fix things, albeit payment was usually in the form of food. The young boy realized he had a way to get out of poverty, to be a true Luthor. Unfortunately, that path required resources he didn't have, not without money.

Money that became even more scarce when his brother Jules was born. Lionel, working multiple jobs for barely a penance because of his age, had enough. He started hatching a sinister plan. During the time Jules grew from a baby to a toddler, Lionel managed to develop a relationship with the local gangs. He provided mechanical support while they flipped cars or needed repairs to their getaway vehicles. The young boy then falsified his father's signature and used the money to take out insurance on his parents - his pathetic drunkard father & his passive weak mother.

Using his knowledge, Lionel rigged his father's beat-up old car when the two were supposed to go on an errand. Lionel made it a point to be at the apartment to take care of his brother so that Jules wouldn't be taken along. His plan worked, & he and his brother were sent into foster care.

Unfortunately, Lionel's new foster father was almost as bad as his father. Casey Griggs was a greedy man who tried almost every trick to get to Lionel's ill-gotten inheritance. Lionel was just street-smart enough to avoid them. In addition, he had something he didn't before: allies.

In his new school, Lionel made a close friend named Perry White who often backed up Lionel in his endeavors. In addition, Casey's daughter, Lillian, was far more moral than her father. She used herself as a shield for Jules and a spy for Lionel. Lionel & Lillian were both drawn to each other, two children who were victims of abusive fathers and absent mothers, two children who knew they were meant for more than their circumstances dictated to them.

One day, however, the stalemate between Lionel and Casey came to a head. Perry managed to convince Lionel to watch a football game with him and their mutual friend Alice Spencer. Lionel would later regret letting Perry persuade him for the rest of his life.

While he was enjoying the game with Alice and Perry, Casey was beating his daughter for not agreeing to seduce Lionel to get the account numbers. Lionel returned to sirens: an ambulance was leaving while Casey was forced into the cop car. Lillian was in a coma. Lionel, in both grief and guilt, blamed Perry for convincing him not to go home on time. Perry, while he also felt guilty, was angry at his friend for unfairly blaming him. Thus, their relationship was ruined.

At that point, Lionel was more determined than ever to control his own fate. He allowed himself and his brother to be separated under the condition the brothers be allowed to remain in contact. Lionel then took the necessary steps to become emancipated. He reforged his contacts with the underworld as well as established his own business whilst going to school.

Within a few years of his graduation, Lionel managed to create LuthorCorp. By that time, Lillian had already come out of her coma. The two sweethearts had a very short engagement. Lillian would continue to suffer from health problems, but it didn't stop her from having their children.

During his time in school, Lionel had become fascinated by history, particularly by great generals and rulers. He felt a strong kinship to the Romans and used a great number of their philosophies in business. Lionel soon became known as a sinister and clever up-start. He managed to one-up long-established business dynasties with his cunning and brutality. Lillian herself used her social abilities to blend in with the uppity elite of Metropolis & often advised her husband when dealing with others.

Lionel, while determined not to emulate his pathetic father, was rather harsh on his children. He set high standards, not only for himself but for them. Lillian was the only one who could convince him to soften his approach.

The bond between Lionel and Lillian was unshakeable. Nothing was more evident when Lionel finally took revenge on Perry.

At that time, Perry was a war correspondent for the Daily Star (the Daily Planet's former name). The place where he was last seen was decimated by bombs. It was reported that he was killed. Lionel, however, knew his former friend had already left that area. He used that opportunity to approach Perry's wife, Alice. Using their shared history and Alice's old crush on him, Lionel 'comforted' the widow.

Unfortunately, Alice became pregnant. Lionel felt extreme guilt to both the child and his wife. Lillian forgave him, knowing he merely used the sex as a weapon & that his heart purely belonged to her. Perry, on the other hand, was furious. The young reporter demanded that Lionel stay away from his family, or he'd expose Lionel's past. Lionel, feeling guilty, agreed on the condition he was allowed to set up a fund that would belong to the child in the event of Lionel's death.

Jerome Peregrine White was born to a family that loved him, & a parent that longingly watched from a distance.

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Meet the fragment of Khaenri'ah

This the underworld goddess of the closed world.

She is the fragment of the creator that represents death. Her power is to basically kill anything but she has control over the power so she can chose what dies. She also has the ability to collect souls. She can also send someone to a good or bad afterlife or reincarnation if she wants to. She also sees what you have done in your life. Meaning you can never lie to her face.

Her real name is Persephone but people don't know that cause people are actually scared of her thinking she will kill you if you say her name.

She is very shy around people. You get this somewhat alof girl. Her only real friend is that giant draconic pet around her that is very protective of her. The pet is acts like a dog but much more protective. The other fragment of the creator is actually trying to help her breakout of her shell but She is so confused about people.

Her job is used to be a judge in the underworld before she retired. The underworld has multiple places and the place is thriving.

Their are multiple people with jobs in the underworld but here are the well known people.

Meet the tour guide of the underworld or Lachesis.

Lachesis is a very known for giving out tours to the underworld. She is a very well loved figure in the underworld. The second picture is her giving out a tour to people. The tours are actually cheap. She is one of the most liked people in the underworld. She is so well liked when someone tried to mug her that guy would have been dead had it not been her sister. She is one of the nicest people in the underworld. She does not charge extra for tours.

Beat cop of the underworld or Verdandi

Verdandi is Lachesis's older sister and she is a cop. She is one of the heads of the police in the underworld. She is no nonsense woman. She is serious and has a hardtime relaxing.

News reporter from the underworld or Skuld

Skuld is not related to those two but she is the youngest out of the three. Skuld is a reporter on specifically non important news the wholesome, happy and funny kind. She is a very cheerful person who really wants to meet knew people. She is well loved by most of the underworld. The camera guy behind her has a really hard time catching up with her cause she has a habit of running of to interview people.

These five came after Celestia fell. They all landed in a ruined area which looked like a fallen kingdom. They were all shocked to meet Persephone. They all thought they were going to die until she explained she does not know what is going on. She says her name is Persephone lets try to get back home. This was all on camera. The underworld actually made interdimesional internet.

@nomorefstogive this is the first fragment of the creator in khaenri'ah.

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Chace: “The autopsy reports of the O’Deth couple came in: apparently they both died from their bodies getting possessed by a ghost unprepared. The death certificate simplifies it as “Death by Fright”.”

Gavin: “Two murder victims, two attempted posessions. That lines up.”

Chace: “Indeed! The O’Deth were known for their interest in the supernatural. Looks like the murder victims tried to reveal their killer through the couple’s mouths. But in the end the O’Deth were not trained enough, after all.”

Gavin: “Let’s put this down as a preliminary hypothesis.”

Chace: “And I’ve been thinking about Aisha Murphy’s conncetion to Craig Douglas. I don’t think there was any. Mrs. Murphy was found close to the public phone, as if she had tried to reach it. She must have seen the killer, so they shot her to prevent her spilling their identity to the police.”

Gavin: “What’s for dinner?”

Chace: “Blackened catfish ala grandma Keller.”

Gavin: “Yummy!”

Chace: “How about you? Are you doing anything useful? Like, at all?”

Gavin: “What I’m best at. Only this time around it takes more time.”

Chace: “Huh? Care to elaborate, agent?”

Gavin: “Why do you think I, an FBI agent, walk around in a beat cop uniform? I play the disgruntled officer who’s ripe to get recruited by the organized crime. We’ve played this game before, Danny and me. He will act out in the open, drawing attention, while I infiltrate the criminal underworld.”

Putting one of my investigators into the criminal career is a convenient way to learn which of the premades and townies are criminals themselves. This time Gavin even rolled the corresponding LTW: Become Criminal Mastermind.

On a sidenote, Chace’s grandparents were a fisher and a cook. He’d be the perfect candidate to inherit the Sinclair pond!

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lucasxholt · 1 year

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The Search location: Effendi Plaza with: @persyweiss

plot beats:

Luke and Percy snuck into the building using the knowledge they gained from its previous owners on secret entrances through the basement.

It took them a few hours of careful stealth to clear the building, but they eventually realized it would be at the top if the machine was in the plaza.

Upon making their way to the top, they are attacked by five dark witches.

Luke and Percy managed to kill two of them on their own, but while Luke was busy with the third, the fourth managed to hit him with depowering magic.

In a rage he destroyed the fourth with his bare hands. As he turned to assist Percy with the fifth, and last witch, he saw the fireball heading straight toward her.

Without his powers to stop it, he used the only thing he could think of, himself to block it from connecting with the woman who he’d grown so fond of. It struck him in the back as he used his body to shield Percy, the fire spreading to his arms and legs as it burned a hole inside of him.

Percy was able to cast a spell that killed the fifth from behind Luke, and both sank to the ground as Luke’s legs gave out from him.

Percy had to watch as the light in the cocky ex-cops eyes slowly began to drain, his soul readying its descent to the underworld. The two shared final words as Luke took his last breath, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks as he expired.

Percy managed to get Luke’s body out of the Plaza and was met with a team of supernaturals to assist her as she exited the building.

#vcnewworldevent #c: percy #FUCK THIS HURT lol

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Epic Rap Battles Of History (2021)

Prologue:

All right, I guess I'll be the one to draw First Blood.

Or maybe you could draw an audience to see any of your new movies.

Come out to the coast; we'll have a few laughs. Sounds sweet!

But no, I'm stuck here with these two jerkweeds,

About to kick their ass with bare feet! Argyle, drop the beat! John McClane:

I'll set it off like the top of Nakatomi!

Need a fire hose to swing on you; you're both so below me!

I haven't stopped killing it since Karl's brother, Tony,

And I got your detonators right here, blow me! (Oops!)

Ship your booby traps home, Rambo,

'Cause you'll never take the W without the P and O!

Does your lip hang low? Does it wobble to and fro?

Can you string that shit up on your compound bow?

And lighten up, Wick, with your brooding saga.

How about a little hakuna matata, Baba Yaga?

You got the trousers tapered and the watch, Bucherer,

But your acting falls flatter than the Hans Gruber!

Leave the underground coin game to Mario Brothers.

And John, Bubbe, what the fuck's with the chest butter?

That bandolier looks heavy as shit!

I'm like this prick's ring finger: only need one clip!

C'mon! I been sharp as shattered glass since the late '80s,

And like your late pup, I'll leave you pushing up daisies!

Less is more, boys; that's my advice!

You, less survival knife; you, more survival wife! John Wick:

…Ooh.

I'm gonna need a dinner reservation for two.

John Wick, I'm efficient and lean.

A proficient, professional killing machine!

Underworld overachiever looking dapper as I'm bucking.

Only one of us to go three chapters without sucking.

Between your elevator and the mine where you were trapped,

You're such weiners, I should call you both John Shaft.

I craft rhymes with pencils, then jam 'em in necks,

So I'm not vexed by vets flexing 'roid-injected pecs!

Being excommunicado wasn't more than I could handle,

So I think I can withstand an excremental ex-commando!

And this sad, broken dad-joking popo is no foe

For the hurt-you-oh-so-bad virtuoso!

Ho ho ho to quivers and bows. I'm delivering blows,

And when they land, it won't help to make fists with your toes!

Bitcoin? No. Hitcoin? Certainly.

I'll put you two in tombs, call it cryptocurrency.

Obey your superior like good cops and soldiers.

Raven, Roy, you're done. Over. John Rambo:

Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off!

Unless... it's one of your movies. In which case… I just turn it off! Huh!

When I rip off my shirt and start swinging my stick swords,

I'm hotter than the suicide girls on your switchboards!

My headband's red, but I've got no love for commies!

And no juice was used to produce these armies!

Your High Table rules don't apply to this conflict!

I'll finish you right in the lobby! Mission accomplished!

McClane! South is where your marriage went!

The last tight thing you slid in was an air vent!

They used to say you were a handsome crusader.

Too bad your hairline couldn't be saved by Steve Urkel's neighbor. Oh!

I slip into the jungle, disappear like a ghost,

Then ding! I pop up hot behind ya like toast!

I seek peace, but I'm packing Parabellum.

I was trained to be the very best soldier boy! Tell 'em!

I'll blast an RPG through NYPD's guts!

Simon Says you can PTSDeez nuts! John McClane:

Jesus Christ, asshole! Whattaya doing?

This is not some Saturday morning cartoon for you to ruin! John Rambo:

The only thing getting ruined is McClane family Christmas!

All your kids still have "decent dad" on their wishlist! John McClane:

Whoa! Rambo's droppin' bombs in his flows!

Did your pals in the Taliban help you write those? John Wick:

Those were mujahideen; there's a difference.

The Taliban formed in the '90s, when you fell off with a vengeance. John McClane:

Hey! Who the fuck asked you, dog pound?

Why don't you go lock your mouth in a hole in the ground? John Rambo:

Hole! Lock!! Arghhhhgh!!! John Wick:

You're both a funeral suit away from presentable.

I'm thinking I'm back, and I'm thinking you're expendable! John McClane:

You wanna Die Hard? Well, today's a good day!

Let's go, motherfuckers! Yippee-ki-yay!

Scrapped lyrics John Rambo:

You think stepping on glass hurts, McClane?

Do a few tours in 'nam, then you can't complain!

Go home, little piggy, or get butchered by my knife!

I've already dealt with enough asshole cops in my life!

None of you could fit my shoes that is the power of Rambo!

Even Arnold failed to rip my shtick when he went Commando!

I'm Rocky and roll, best soldier you've ever seen!

My rhymes destroy you faster than an M16!

Source: Epic Rap Battles of History Wiki

(images via YouTube)

#music #John Wick #Rambo #Die Hard #Epic Rap Battles

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strathshepard · 1 year

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Bob’s Chile Parlor was a gambling den in downtown Seattle in the 1950s and 1960s — when city officials turned a blind eye to illegal vice and Seattle beat cops extorted payoffs from club owners and passed them up the chain of command. Located at 608 Union Street, the restaurant was rather nondescript, but upstairs there was a cardroom – licensed improbably as the Caledonia Bridge Club – where the poker action ran hot. Newspaper columnist Emmett Watson, himself a gambler and a drinker, romanticized Bob’s as "a raffish place of almost Runyonesque flavor," while a Seattle Post-Intelligencer colleague described Bob’s as "a manhole cover on the underworld" and "a hangout for gamblers, ex-cons and assorted characters with checkered backgrounds." Bob's Chile Parlor closed in 1971, the same year the city’s tolerance policy came to a screeching halt and three years after co-owner Bob Kevo was shot to death in the restaurant.

#seattle #northwest #crime #history #restaurants #bars #menus

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ronmanmob · 1 year

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@goodlawman

Raylan only heard about the encounter after it happened. Lawson was fresh out of Glynco with a desire to prove himself and the privilege of thinking he could start throwing his weight around already. The difference between them being Raylan came out of Glynco with a desire to prove himself but knowing one wrong move would get him sent packing. Raylan already butt heads with him once over boundaries, the kid traipsing into one of his cases like he owned it. Figures he'd try and take ownership, interrogate Kray for something he had no involvement in.

The thing was Raylan couldn't put him in his place, at least not outright, because Lawson was one of those that had connections. Transfer didn't bother him in concept but where he would end up transferred to? They could make that miserable for him. Transfer was the least of his concerns when he got the message from Ronnie that they had to talk.

Now here they stood in the early morning hours when every reasonable 9 to 5 was still in their beds and blissfully aware that another day in the making was a few short hours away. He leaned against the brick wall, one foot resting against it, hat tilted down so the streetlight created more shadow over his face, cradling a styrafoam cup of cheap coffee.

Raylan let Ron start the conversation since he'd called the meeting, silently cursing the junior deputy again. "Kray. Ron," Raylan started, pushing away from the wall and holding up a hand. "I don't give a shit about your connection to the mafia because they are not my case. I chase fugitives and one of the fugitives I was on the trail of ended up dead in front of your place. Location but not the reason," he pointed out softly.

"Marshals get involved when someone runs or is threatened. The whole family though? That ain't our purview. The FBI, NYPD, they got taskforces dedicated to those investigations and there's enough dick swinging in those circles that the rest of us don't want involvement if we don't have to. Lawson would be better off among their numbers frankly. I come because I enjoy the company."

He felt in the company of a kindred spirit around Ron. Maybe the man was connected to crime but so was he, the Givens family had history spanning several decades. Around Ron that didn't define him either, wasn't a mark against him the way some others believed. "You prefer I don't step over the pub's threshold anymore, say so."

Ron wouldn’t pretend to understand the ins and outs of inter-officer, inter-department politics among law enforcement - especially not the American breed he now lived and plied his trade among. Marshals, beat cops, FBI, NYPD-- Off Raylan he’d gleaned what he could about his fellows, but the rest just made up, to Ron, an amorphous cloud of Law that set his teeth on edge and raised his hackles. And that was without a tangible connection - discounting his obvious blood one with mob-centric Reggie - between him and the underworld they were all about uprooting. That had been the point of Ron being in the States at all at first, according to his twin.

They’ll look at you, find nuffin’ ‘n leave th’name Kray well alone

You know though what they say about the best laid plans of mice ‘n men.

Someone somewhere had said that name too loud round the wrong ears, got it pinned to the same board as Family members and now, here Ron found himself -- on a street corner with a Marshal trying to wrap his head around how the dice might fall if he closed up shop to him or kept him round. The reflexive pull back from Law which was his go to felt safer to the once-crook in him. Were this London and he was still neck deep in intrigues that would be the only option for both their sakes. It didn’t do for a gangster to court the police, no matter their species. Even without proof of his guilt, he’d be putting them both in danger.

This though, Ron reminded himself as he followed a taxi with his eyes as it sped past, was Not London. Pulling back sharp here could read as guilt real easy, irrespective of how - for all he looked the spitting image of a fella who was looking to get Made in that specific way only a Family can make someone - he wasn’t that man. Call him the front if it fit, the distraction, the feint, but he was no criminal here. The Feds could look all they pleased. They’d find no dirty money in Ron’s coffers; no clandestine meetings attended by both of the brothers Kray. Just the sharp one with the oily smile and the slick suit.

“--Ray...”

Ron’s gaze moved back to the Marshal once the taxi’d disappeared. He’d not meant to only half name him, but the syllable fell out the same way the words Don’t do this would if the speaker was bone tired. It wasn’t pleading by any stretch, but it’d take a bigger one to miss how Ron disdained the idea of Raylan putting distance between himself and the pub and, by extension, between he and the publican personally. For all he’d not said so aloud - and didn’t think he needed to - he’d come to covet Ray’s company when he visited; had sat or stood with him for what must be hours now chewing the fat, trading snippets of their life stories or just listening as the Lawman decompressed after a day at the office wore him thin. Potential appearances of guilt aside, it’d be a real shame to lose that easy repartee over the prying of an uppity pup of a Marshal who was looking to tangle with the wrong big dog round town.

“--I’d pr’fer” Ron said finally, nodding to the cup of what smelled like bitter brown to him.”Tha’ th’next drink you ‘av in my comp’ny’s one I’ve eivvah bought for yah, or poured for yah.” His brows rose and chin dipped just slightly, the expression landing somewhere between coy and cheeky. “--B’cause tha’ stuff-” Bitter brown was pointed at. “We c’n do bettah than tha’.” Cheeky eased into something a lick warmer and more welcoming, Ron’s lips flickering up at their corners in an almost grin.

“Yer welcome in me establishment, mate. Jus’ leave y’puppy at work, aye?”

#goodlawman #NYC!verse #<- with Raylan #//he's talking about Lawson when he says 'puppy' xD

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