for if i'm going down, i'm taking you with me
For years now, the rivalry between the Reyes and Strand families has run strong. Both families fight for a seat at the High Table, but only one can achieve it. Since they were young, Carlos and TK have been warned to stay away from the other family and never trust each other, but what happens when a job forces them together?
or, the John Wick au, with a splash of Romeo and Juliet.
explicit | written with @thebumblecee ♡
chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen
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If this post gets one epic thumbs up I'll reveal myself
Hehehehehehehehehehehe
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fuck this, fuck you *unhermits your craft*
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@tigermcth || cont.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐗 over the crooked trees as the little killer stares at him without blinking, much like the way one does when looking at an insect or some foreign object. if it weren’t for jeoh’s anxiety causing an abrupt shift, those tar-black eyes would appear to be very much dead, however, they pursue in follow, tracking just about every physical movement all the while remaining completely indifferent to everything else. it’s unnerving, ❝ . . . . . ❞ it’s like he’s not even in a presence of a human, but a mere imitation of one.
he who approaches him slowly, leaving behind the rusty shovel just as sky grumbles with thunder, pouring hard & heavy ‘pon the steadily approaching silhouette, & there’s just something awful about that lone movement. something so unnatural yet precise, that each step feels exceptionally calculating, like a wild animal stalking its way through the shadows ── his dark, vacant eyes wholly fixated on you. even if jeoh was planning to make distance right now or somehow run away, the little killer cuts such ideas short by resting both hands up against the tree, trapping the poor boy right in the middle.
oh, what an adorable prey...
ever so slowly leaning in, the murderous youth towers over & with pale lips parting against jeoh’s ear, murmurs in a low, much more sinister tone, ❝ 너 여기 있니... 혼자야? ❞ ( are you here... alone? ) by no means this is a sympathetic question. the warm huffs of a boyish chuckle make such fact most painfully clear.
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@ neurologist e-mail me back soon challenge. like to charge reblog to cast
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Have you converted anyone to the one true music man, Robert Plant?
I’ve fucking tried, man! I get them at Led Zeppelin and half the time I lose them at his solo career. His solo stuff isn’t even bad it’s just nothing like Led Zeppelin!
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:D hiii omg hiiii
❝ Is that MY LOVER !? Finally , comin' to devote her entire life & existence to me ? ♥ ❞ Toga becomes giddy , awaiting her Hero's embrace with open ; MOST WELCOMING arms . // @uraivity ♥
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Here's some porch coffee cup photos except instead of the porch it's by the fire☕️🏕
Bonus under the cut lmao
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Rate Your Muses' Traits from 1 to 10
Compassion: 6/10
Bitterness: 9/10 ( she's very good at NOT expressing it but you can tell )
Happiness: 5/10
Politeness: 9/10
Chivalry: 5/10
Pride: 6/10
Honesty: 5/10
Bravery: 10/10
Recklessness: 8/10
Ambition: 9/10
Loyalty: 100/10
Love: 10/10
Sense of family: 3/10
Attractiveness: 10/10
Agility: 9/10
Sex drive: 69/10 lmao
Tagged by: i stole it from myself
Tagging: anyone who wants to steal it !
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@lured-into-wonderland || cont.
𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. her chosen path of (in)action makes the sharp knife ease, only for the young serial killer to wrap his other arm around her waist & with a tight, restrictive hug, slowly drag back into the moonlight just as the mangled horror sinks further & further into the shadow of twisting trees ── now nothing more than a terrible nightmare. a little secret left in the dark. she’d do well not to speak of it, to simply forget, for miss. nunnally is much like a wild rabbit caught by the hunter & should she happen to make one wrong move, it could spell her most untimely demise.
❝ ... good girl, ❞ so the murderer whispers, ❝ shhhh. ❞ bit by bit dragging her towards a stationed car, he promptly withdraws the butterfly-knife & within the very same second yanks open the front passenger door. the car reeks of dead flowers, but the seats are completely empty as the young woman gets shoved in with the man quite literally looming over her now, his tall, imposing silhouette blocking out the side-view while he mutters in a low, strangely vacant tone, ❝ move.... & i will... slit your throat... ❞
staring at her pretty face, the silence settles heavy in the car & so does the tension. if it weren’t for the distant chirping of crickets or the occasional rustle of trees, such would become almost unbearable. after all, those cold, dead eyes.... they do not even blink as he leers, resembling a pair of endless pits. no light, not even a slither of reflection to be found within their boundless dark. it’s not normal, ❝ . . . . . ❞ nothing about any of this is but luckily for miss. nunnally, the young serial killer slowly draws & slams the door shut, making his way to the opposite side of the car. now the good question is... will she obey?
the car keys are just on the dashboard.
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