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braidlottie · 7 months
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hear me out on this please
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college!nat au? 🤕
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soullessjack · 7 months
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the idea of jack being this sunshine and rainbows silly optimist as a contrast to his dads being violent maladjusted borderline-serial-killers is kinda funny but like, jack is also violent and maladjusted and legally wanted by the FBI and only puts on a sunshine rainbows silly optimist act because his emotional state is loaded with celestial C4 and makes everyone he loves genuinely fear him when he isn’t sunshine and rainbows so he’s just compartmentalizing all his maladjusted trauma as “not so great stuff” to avoid blowing up his family lol teehee
not sure where I’m going with this but what i am getting is that this whole family is a family of violent maladjusted borderline-serial-killers and jack is the designated Weird Little Guy chanting “road trip road trip road trip” when they’re about to descend into the depths of Hell or some other dank haunted place and throwing up a peace sign after dislodging a machete from some monster’s head and taking home morbid souvenirs like charms and body parts and basically just getting silly with the horrors. which is arguably way funnier than whatever the fandom’s doing with him
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bitedontsuck · 2 months
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they were t4t
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ominous-arcade · 4 months
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Pov you tried to tell Henry Emily good morning
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juniperhillpatient · 2 months
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I love you stories where revenge is unquestionably evil & toxic to the person perpetuating it & we see how horrific actions hurt the person committing them BUT also it’s still a victory it’s still a win even if it haunts you forever because finally the person who did unforgivable things that ruined you has finally paid & that’s a victory no one can take away I love you stories that aren’t afraid to make revenge brutal & evil but also a moment to cheer for
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thetoaddaddy · 9 months
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🧍‍♂️
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midnightcowboy1969 · 2 years
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👉...👈
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doomxdriven · 2 years
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—— all that glitters isn't gold, but its still beautiful
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starfxckersinc · 1 year
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“why do you like harley w joker” bc i get it. bc i get it. bc I have a limited scope of relationship experience and it’s what I understand.
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reinmeka · 1 year
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passingthetime · 1 year
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This guy I'm hooking up with has a movie taste that somehow manages to be both impeccable and a gigantic red flag.
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gun--arm · 18 days
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💋a kiss on the brow ~
Send 💋 and a spot to kiss my muse!
the rough skin of his fingers trail along the curve of her cheek - her skin aglow with light so heavenly he'd felt himself once unworthy to touch. dyne doesn't recoil at the mako glow of a science experiment, oh no, he embraces it ; pines for her as one choking would beg for a breath. in her, he sees not a discarded human but rather an angel, reborn. her wings are his comfort - his respite, in a world of shit.
with a gloved hand gently drawing her close; he presses soft lips to her brow - holds his kiss in place for a moment, breathes a breath on her skin. whispers - not outwardly, but rather in his mind - a confession to her.
even without words, already she absolves him of his sins; her presence enough to grant him paradise - to see him through hell and bless him with peace.
what more could a dead man ask for?
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velvet4510 · 1 year
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I love Adam Warlock’s character arc. He was born prematurely for the sole purpose of killing. He doesn’t know any better. His mother says “kill the Guardians,” so he will kill the Guardians. But then when he hurts people he says “I don’t like how this makes me feel.” He discovers his own nature. He doesn’t LIKE killing. He evolves beyond his creator’s expectations, not unlike Rocket. When he finds out the lives of his mother and people are on the line, THAT spurs him to keep fighting. To save them. Then he fails. Everything he had to live for is gone. Then the people he was targeting save him. They give him a second chance. And he decides to save one of them in return. He finds himself. He’s not a killer. He’s a savior. He’s a Guardian of the Galaxy at heart.
And to think he doesn’t get so much as a thank you for saving Peter. Give this guy some respect. Even a silent head nod exchange of “thanks” and “you’re welcome” between him and any of the Guardians during the group hug scene would’ve sufficed.
He didn’t have to save Peter. But he did.
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bunnys-kisses · 8 days
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it came to me on a sunny day - dad!simon - inspired by the song 'my girl' by the temptations
maybe i'll make this a whole fic? idk... lemme know <3
telling simon you were pregnant was nothing but a shock. but it was inevitable. you two weren't the best when it came to protection, so one night of passion led to the conception of your daughter.
you mostly wore simon's jacket due to you being pregnant most of the winter. you kept telling yourself that you'd get a jacket to accommodate the growing bump, but by the time you got around to it, simon's sweatshirts kept you warm enough. even though simon still put a hat on you every time you left the flat.
simon just loved the swell of your belly, he always smiled when he felt the movement of your daughter. he would lie on the couch, legs dangled off the edge in an uncomfortable manner to be closer to your belly.
if you both weren't so worried about protecting simon's identity, you would've put him online to tout him as 'father of the year'. in your second trimester you did get married at the court house. it was an informal affair, something to put on paper. he promised that the two of you could have the whole celebration after the baby was born.
"simon." you said, "watching johnny choke on a fry that kyle threw into his mouth after the ceremony is worth more than some stupid party." you then leaned over to kiss him, your ring felt comfortable on your finger.
however as you entered your third trimester and your fingers became swollen, you had you wear your ring around your neck on a chain. when you felt about it, simon simply said, "chain's closer to your heart."
when summer came your little rosemary was born. she was born in the end of june, your friend remarked that she was a cancer sign. simon was there the whole way, even when you punched him when a particular hard contraction hit.
"i'm gonna kill you, simon." while that wasn't the first time he ever heard that phrase, it was the only time it ever made a shiver run down his spine. but he was your rock the entire way, the full ten hours it took to delivery rosemary riley.
she came out screamin' though, a far cry from the silent nature of her father. you had never seen simon cry too many times, but the first time he held the pudgy newborn, you could see him hold back the tears.
"simon."
"yeah?" his gaze didn't leave his daughter.
you patted him on the arm, "you can cry, no one's going to judge you." you knew he always felt like he had to be the protector of his little family. but when you leaned over, exhausted yourself, and kissed him on the cheek. the emotion flooded out of him.
you were parents now.
simon took to being a father really well, despite his nervousness (that he never showed on his face) to end up like his own father. he realized that it was a lot easier to be good parent than he thought.
"i love you both." he often said to you, "thank you."
he said that you gave him a second chance at life. after everything, the pain that caused him to shut down and become a killer for the military. you and rosemary allowed the coldness to turn warm. while he still was intimidating outside the home, in the safety of where you lived, he was able to be the caring parent he was denied growing up.
"rose." he said in his low voice, "where are ya goin'." then picked up the toddler with ease so she didn't topple the television on top of her, "you can see it just fine over here." then carried her back to the couch.
you both did your best to not raise an ipad baby, rather you made good use of the second hand printer you had and let you colour and draw to her hearts content. and books. so many books.
"that's a bear, rose." you said as you pointed to the drawing in the book you were reading to her before bed, "b-e-a-r."
"B!Ear!" she chirped as she kicked out her little legs under the covers. she was a very smart girl.
she gets it from me, simon said jokingly.
of course he often let his little rosemary colour in his tattoos with washable markers while they're sitting outside on a nice summer's day a year or two down the line. the little girl is still getting used to holding markers and colours outside the lines of the tattoos. but simon finds it endearing.
nothin' is gonna hurt his girls.
"honey." you said.
"yes?"
"i think we're giving rose a sibling a lot sooner than we expected." <3
(i wanted to write something tender on this beautiful spring day. if it's sunny where you are today soak in the rays!)
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ozzgin · 2 days
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Yandere! Bad Guy x Reader
I am currently in my Natural Born Killers nostalgia, and so I'm borrowing its vibes and bringing you this: a bad-to-the-bone, rock-and-roll attitude yandere who constantly makes you question your own morality. Featuring an old OC!
Content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, male yandere
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He fell in love with you at first sight. A goody two shoes, quiet and obedient. Shy. Oh, terribly shy. You couldn't even meet his eyes. He knew you were the kind others would step on, take advantage of. But there was more to it, much more to uncover.
Who was it? A relative, a friend, a coworker? You know, that person holding you back, keeping you in your place. The one who'd always make you feel small and insignificant. The one who would always find something to criticize. How did it feel when you found them on the ground, bashed in and bloodied up? He was standing above the lifeless body, catching his breath, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His way of courting you.
He looked so tall in that moment, towering above your hesitant self, his gaze of a confidence and intensity you'd never known before. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in", he said, gesturing towards a convertible he most likely stole earlier that day. What possessed you in that moment to join him without delay? Was it his charisma? Or did you know in the depth of your soul that he wouldn't take no for an answer?
You see, he's known it from the beginning. Someone like you needs someone like him. You’re a sweet little lamb lost among the wolves. The world would eat you right up if you were left by yourself. But now you have him. And he won't let his precious prey get away. Oh, dear, no. If he wants something, he gets it. And he's never wanted anything more than you.
"You didn't...even tell me your name", you sheepishly spoke up from the passenger seat, trying to keep your mind away from the crime you'd just witnessed. "Just call me Tig", he said casually with a yawn, speeding away. "Won't you be in trouble, Tig? Why would you even kill-" you tried to reason. "What kinda question is that? They treated you like shit and it pissed me off." He glanced at you with a frown, taking another drag off his cigarette. "You're mine now, so whatever happens to you is my business. Got it?" You just stared. Was that his way of asking you out?
Tig lives by his own rules, as you quickly learned from becoming his companion. Always on the run, indifferent to the world. For the most part, to your surprise, he's well-behaved. If people don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with them. Simple as that.
Anything involving you, however, sets him off terribly. Like a rabid, ferocious guard dog, he's ready to pounce on whoever approaches you the wrong way. Last week you stopped at a highway diner for coffee, and on your way back to your table, you jokingly pulled a clumsy dance move to the song playing from the speakers. Tig observed you with an amused smile, sipping from his cup. A passerby joined you, resting his arm on your waist flirtatiously. Tig's smile dropped in an instant, and next thing you knew, the whole place was splattered in blood. No one made it out.
"I didn't even finish my coffee", you whined, already used to the occasional massacre. The man hopped behind the counter and threw on a bloodied cap. "What will it be, sir/ma'am?" he pretended, dangling a takeaway cup and starting the espresso machine. "I never told you, but I used to be a barista", he declared proudly. An entirely different person from the unhinged killer you witnessed minutes ago. "What? You said you were a mechanic", you questioned with raised brows. "That's also true. I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. You know what I'm best at, though?" He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours. "Pleasing you."
The man is romantic in his own way. He twists the key, and the engine stops. You follow him out of the car in confusion. "Why did we stop here?" He briefly lifts himself up onto the tall fence securing the bridge, and inhales deeply. "Isn't it a nice view?" he says, nodding ahead. It is a scenic sight, sure. The river slithers along the lush valley, and the setting sun gives everything a dramatic tint. "Give me your hand", he suddenly demands as he goes to grab it himself. Before you can ask for an explanation, he quickly drags a blade across your palm, and you wince in pain. He repeats the gesture with his own hand, locking his fingers with yours over the rail. You watch as fresh blood trails along your skin, eventually falling into droplets and vanishing into the river. "Now we're going to be everywhere", he remarks playfully. "Okay, but what was the point?" you insist, a little baffled.
"Isn't it obvious? Maybe this will help", he continues, procuring a ring from his pocket. "I'm saying I want to marry you, (Y/N)."
You open your mouth to answer, but he already slides it up your finger, eyes glimmering in excitement.
"You're never getting away from me, love."
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