#mafia coded

[mysticotta]

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @blueinkscribe and @masque-of-plague

Gem wraps it back in a hug, clinging to them for life. “She’s dead. Gone. I murdered her.”

A bit of an OC Drabble I’m working on!

Tagging: @hydeomonster @little-orphan-ant

@inkystaar @transfemjimmysolidarity

[mafioso-merc]

fun fact,, i’m writing a merc fic :3 IM SO EXCITED AUGH

[missingvtf]

Accidental sleepwalker au

[thewrittenpodcast]

Harley: is the mafia like... a real thing

Peter: what

Harley: like is it real

Peter: when I tell you i fought a mob boss called Kingpin what did you think I meant?

Peter: a fictional character?

Harley: maybe

Peter:

Peter: harley the mafia is real

Harley: can I meet them

Peter: nO-

[chaoticpuff17]

Treat Me So Well

yandere mafia Hoseok drabble

Part of a series of Drabbles starring yandere BTS x escort reader

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You fiddled with the chain that Hoseok had left on the night stand as the man himself got ready to head out for the day. You probably should have also been readying yourself to leave but had instead chosen to spend the earlier parts of the morning lazing in bed despite the fact that Hoseok had already left it. Your job was technically over. You knew for a fact that Hoseok had already wired over the money for your ‘services’, and you were free to go home whenever you liked so long as Jackson didn’t call with another appointment though it was always a possibility one of your other clients would contact you directly to set up a meeting.

Despite the fact that you didn’t have that many clients on your schedule, the few you did have kept you plenty busy. You never imagined that when you and your best friend started working for Jackson that it would turn into this. It had originally meant to be a side hustle to help put the both of you through school. Now it was a full time job that kept the both of you very busy and living a very good life. Despite the fact your client lists were short, every man on them paid very well.

You were on your back admiring how the diamonds in the chain sparkled in the light above you when Hoseok walked out of the bathroom buttoning his shirt.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my…” He paused without finishing the thought, catching sight of you wrapped up in the sheets with the very thing he was looking for dangling from your finger tips, a coy smile lifting the corners of your lips as you caught him staring.

“I was looking for that.”

“Then come and take it.”

He walked over, leaning down to place a slow kiss on your lips. “Do you like it?”

“It’s very pretty.”

“Keep it.” He straightened up, finishing doing up his buttons as he did.

You wrinkled your nose handing over the necklace. “It’s very pretty, but it’s not really my color. I’m a gold girly you know.”

Hoseok took the necklace from you, fastening it in place as you watched. “I’ll make sure to send you something in gold later.”

You laughed, sitting up- the sheet pooling around your waist as you did. “You always treat me so well.”

Hoseok reached over, running his hand through your loose hair. “Anything for you. When can I see you next?”

You hummed, thinking it over as you were unwilling to get up and retrieve your work phone from your bag to actually look at your appointments. “I should have an opening later in the week.”

“Nothing sooner?” he asked, pulling on your hair slightly. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“I’m a very busy lady.” you responded, rising onto your knees so that you were tall enough to drape your arms over his shoulders linking your hands behind his neck. “I have places to be, people to see.”

Hoseok leaned closer, brushing his nose against yours. “Too busy for me?”

“Never too busy for you.” you responded with a purr, kissing him softly.

“Put me down for the slot later this week.” he sighed, breaking away from you. “The money for last night should already be in your account.” you hummed in agreement, flopping back to lie against the pillows again, and he followed you down, attacking your neck with a flurry of kisses. “Be good till I see you again.” he murmured against your skin.

“I always am.”

You stayed in bed, watching as Hoseok left and trying to find the motivation to leave yourself. That motivation eventually came in the sound of an insistent buzzing coming from the direction of your purse.

With a groan, you got up plucking your phone out and seeing a missed call and several texts coming through all from the same man with instructions for your date the following evening and the self-care he wanted you to do before then.

You were looking over the instructions and beginning to book the blow out and facial for later in the afternoon when your phone started ringing again.

“Hello, Tae.”

“Jagi.” his smooth deep voice carried over the line. “I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“You’ll have to. I have beauty appointments to keep, ones I should be getting ready to go for.”

“Where are you right now?”

You sighed, already aware of his possessive tendencies. He liked to know that you were safe between meetings, often making sure that you got where you needed to be safely. “I’m getting ready to head home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll send a car for you.”

You laughed, grinning as you began to gather your scattered clothes from around the room. “You always treat me so well.”

[allur1ngs]

౨ৎ bada is the type of girlfriend to shower you in seemingly casual compliments the second she wants something from you, but knows you're busy. and what she wants from you more often than not, is a kiss.

"baby, did i tell you that you look pretty today?" her eyes are wide, her pupils filled with sparkling glints from the low-hanging lights in your apartment. she's the embodiment of the phrase "puppy dog eyes"--the way she stares at you with a mix of sincerity and hopefulness. she licks her pink lips, hoping you'll understand what she wants without having to spell it out to you.

"you may have mentioned it once or twice," you mumble absentmindedly, trying to focus on your task while still answering your girlfriend, who seems particularly interested in your physical appearance.

"well i just wanted to remind you," bada adds on, watching every movement you make--no matter how small it may be. the way your eyebrows crinkle in thought, a small crease forming between both of them as you purse your lips--even the steady rhythm of your chest moving up and down with every breath in and out you take. everything about you mesmerizes her, and makes her want you even more. "i love you." she says, her foot begins to tap against the ground with how impatient and needy she's getting.

she could just ask for a kiss--be bold like she normally is, but today is one of those days that she just needs you, and doesn't have the energy to say those five words.

"i love you too." you smile to yourself, continuing your task, unfortunately with your back towards bada so you can't see the way her eyes are pleading with you to just give her what she wants--

"you're so pretty i could stare at you all day." she clasps her hands together, almost in a praying motion, hoping that comment will be enough to make you realize what she wants.

you freeze in your spot, your posture going straight and your lips quirking upward. you laugh silently to yourself, finally catching onto what's going on. "oh really?" you egg her on, hoping to see how far you can take this before she gets fed up.

bada audibly huffs. any other day she'd be more than willing to ramble on for hours about how beautiful you are and how she'd worship the very ground you walk on, but right now she's so pent up she feels like she might just burst. "yes, please let me look at you."

you almost feel bad at how desperate she sounds--no you do feel bad, which is why you turn slowly, wearing a small smile across your lips as you meet gazes with your tall, puppy dog-looking girlfriend.

"hi." bada releases a long breath, a small portion of the weight being lifted off her chest at finally being able to see all of you.

"hi." you say back, a laugh laced in with your words. "you gonna tell me what you want?"

bada bites her lip, looks you up and down, and shakes her head, her pupils tripling in size now, the black part so large only a small ring of her brown iris is visible.

and how could you deny her any longer?

without hesitating for a moment longer, you walk up to bada who sits with visible excitement growing in her eyes. standing between her spread legs, you lean forward, finally giving her what she wants, a sweet, and loving kiss on her soft, pink, and lightly bitten lips.

it's only then does bada release a full, relieved breath, her closed eyes squeezing shut in happiness and her chest moving uninhibited, no longer weighed down by the heavy yearning she'd felt just seconds prior.

when you pull away, a small smacking noise filling the empty air of your apartment, a wide, satisfied smile hangs on bada's lips as she mumbles, "thank you."

[sunrisemill]

Oh– oh lord

(I’m bouta bust)

[mafioso-merc]

IM BACK!! AND THOUGHTS!!

you are so right about metaphor being m!merc and m!bowie. "you cant trust a single thing i say” / “i can’t trust a single thing you say.” | “i keep my closet free of skeletons cause im much better at digging graves. But i’ll always dig bones in your sympathy.” HELLO?! THATS SO THEM CODED!!

mille, warm the kettle by rabbitology is so mafia coded to me. "im tossin' turnin' in an open grave" "catch me walking with the ghosts again" !!!!!! also just the general vibe of the song. mafia coded. if that makes sense.

this isnt a song and is mostly because ive been reading/listening to the hermit archives recently but archives mafia au!! after all the people go back to their homes someone looks at all the missing reports and tries to figure out what happened to them since they all left around the same time and came back wrong. it feels interesting but i cant really verblize my thoughts on it but ARCHIVES AU!!!!

mafia :looksatyou:

hi merc we are going to pretend like this ask isn’t months old, okay?

me losing my mind under the cut

(ft. multiple crane wives songs)

little soldiers by tcw….. mafia…….. specifically braid duo….. but also angel duo…..

the “i swear that you loved me” is angel duo..

“we didn’t give up, we wouldn’t dare surrender, it was an honest loss!” is braid duo to me. like. ough. they’ve been through so much but they’re still going (as far as i know LOL)

i’ve also thought about little soldiers as gem and bowie which is just. ouughhh. “i swear that i loved you” <- that one scene on the rooftop where gem finds out bowie started the loops….. “beneath the table you would offer up my bones” is gem telling people about it, and “all the dogs would lick your fingers” is people then going after m!bowie… “now the aftermath will ring with songs you’ve sung, all our words sent home in boxes” THE AFTERMATH. OF GEM. TELLING ICARUS ABOUT WHAT BOWIE TOLD IT. OURHEHDHSHHDHSJSJSJDJDJ. THE AFTERMATH WILL RING WITH SONGS YOUVE SUNG…..

SPEAKING OF M!BOWIE AND M!GEM…. canary in a coal mine is THEM. “am i the only thing that keeps you safe when the light is gone?” <- them. somehow. i know it’s them. i just KSJJDJDND i can’t figure it out COMPLETELY. hhhhhhhhhh

“but i still hold out hope that maybe someday ill be worth more than all the silence left in my way” <- m!gem. no i will not be taking questions. goodbye.

also!! metaphor is so m!merc and m!bowie to me. i love m!merc and m!bowie so much they should be allowed to blow shit up. specifically m!merc should be given explosives.

okay no one is going to understand this because i never shared what i wrote for m!bowie’s ending (i will…. at some point maybe……) but sleeping giants is m!bowie and xer relationship to the loops…..

the personification of the nature is just. it’s the timeloop to me. it’s the loops. that dimension, every part of it, so so so fucking alive….. “the trees are crowing hungry, hungry harmonies” RAHHHG

“my pulse is clear, rushing in my ears, i hear something calling me” 🫵 m!bowie’s ending btw. btw. if you care. also. the pulse thing relates even though m!bowie doesn’t have a pulse!!!! right as their… not really?? dying??? but i guess they’re dying. they’re being reborn into like. a different life. and that’s the one time during the loops that they actually have a pulse, hence the “my pulse is clear”

hollow moon by tcw is unexplainable but for sure a mafia song….

the glacier house is revengers to me?? “i saw your eyes so sweet go cold” is such a m!iced lyric to me? “bundle up darling, you’re on your own now” is literally that one time iced told jordan they were using her. or something. (i forgot exactly what happened. (i read that rp very late at night))

“you sought to hold yourself in, wait out the weather” <- also m!iced. to me. what the fuck is their problem /pos

[r0b1ee]

Frank would 100% have sold Dee and Dennis to One Direction

[brucewaynehater101]

Fuuuuck. My favorite trope is "Tim Joins the Batfamily Late" and there's so few of those out there. I just love that angst or the chaos with an unsupervised Tim, one who's parents definitely died, that doesn't have the support of the batfam.

Like, no matter how you spin it, it's so interesting to see how drastically that changes things. Did Jason never die? Did Bruce heal enough before Tim could step up? Did Tim still get training with Lady Shiva? Is he a somewhat civilian? Is he a non-Bat vigilante? Does he still form YJ? Did he stay in Gotham?

The sandbox is huge, and it's such an underutilized trope.

[aipurjopa]

to be honest every time i watch the spoke uus2 episodes i always find myself circling back to the ending of the big wormhole vid.

something about how he questions why he did any of that, and more specifically: why he followed the rules of his challenge. something about how the 100 days format is a challenge, how spoke refuses to leave until those 100 days are up, and how power hungry he’s been getting i think is what makes me always end up thinking about that clip again.

he doesn’t know why he’s doing this, only that he needs power, he needs to be at the top, to call himself the most powerful. and only when he’s at the bottom does he understand why he needed to do it in the first place… like he’s blinded by the pursuit to be the best and doesn’t stop to think. and it’s so similar to what he says at the end of that wormhole video.

and tangentially:

it’s like it’s the more childish part of him that just needs to be up there, does anything to climb up there, who doesn’t know when to stop and who doesn’t know what the boundaries are… everything is apart of this game everything is apart of this challenge; i will trample whoever i need to get to where i want.

it’s like he’s detached from everything, and that’s where i think the editing choices come in. the more “childish” music and style, the narration, it’s all showing this sense of detachment and disassociation from the people in the server and his actions. it’s just a game. it’s just a challenge. it’s something that he has to win no matter what.

he doesn’t regard himself as a “villain” because isn’t this what everyone wants? to be the most powerful? he’s not a villain because everyone wants this.

[mafioso-merc]

just posted my m!merc fic. kicks rocks like a stupid fucking idiot.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Idk the way people perceive the Agency's morality really bothers me lmao. Like yall there's a reason they're the 'evening' and not the 'day' (given the metaphor w the Mafia as the night under the tripartite pact)

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60880570/chapters/167545858

Running With The Wolves - Chapter 2 - SinclairMaxwell - The Sun and Moon Show (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

[animatronic-assistant]

M Scarlett Moon: *slides songbird a strawberry daiquiri made sweet* here you go I saw your drink running empty

She smiles and takes the drink.

Thank you darling. How did the meeting go? Hope you got the outcome you wanted

[unrealisticsunovabish]

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