#sevenbulletsavior

[s-aint]

He did not fail. He never failed . . never failed Karen Page [@sevenbulletsavior] rather. They failed her, but in the world of cut throats and starvation of power, the scales held the tendency to tip in favor of one side or another. Naturally it was his task and the task of people like him to keep the scales balanced in their favor, however there was little fun in the constant lull of victory. Contenders had to rise proud and belligerent for Benjamin to experience the thrill of felling them from root, to stump, and to head.

Nameless men beneath Karen and beneath him had lost control of the docks, and as reprimand he sliced off the tongues of three foot soldiers. Their hands still had work to do . . unless they wanted those limbs forfeited as well. His actions created no friends. He, like failure, did not need friendship or comradery, not when he answered to Karen at the end of each night; the bright cunning in her blue hues all the companionship he required. The docks would be reclaimed; he held no doubts about that.

The news of the chaotic night still had to be settled over the skyline of Hell's Kitchen, and for all the depravity of blood being shed only two hours prior, Benjamin approached as clean and proper as a Wall Street banker. Dressed in one of his finest suit in hues of black and charcoal, showered and dried, and presenting the news point blank. He did not fail her; he did not think as much even as nails raked against his scalp and slender digits grabbed what little blonde hair was neatly styled atop his head.

It was not a punishment for every moment of intimacy between employer and boss was a moment to cherish . . to engrain in every facet of mind and heart. Benjamin felt his pulse hitch with a heady excitement but such a pleasure was stealthy sedated from his appearance. Blue eyes were drowning in each other. No matter how hard Karen tugged or which way she manipulated his head, stern yet subservient gaze remained on her face. The only person who mattered in Hell's Kitchen.

[secondhandmckie]

"Hey-wait! Whoa!" Molly's hands shoot up by her head immediately, the bag she had been carrying landing at her feet with a thud. With every other possibility she'd taken into her calculations (which was being very kind, considering she hadn't thought much on it at all), she hadn't considered that Page might already be awake. That also meant she hadn't expected the gun to be aimed for her the second she'd opened the door.

"It's just me! Well, me and the produce, but still!"

@sevenbulletsavior | (starter)

[gloriousxdarkness]

A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS // accepting // @sevenbulletsavior sent for a random number and got — 19. Your muse is temporarily blind.

The building is on fire, smoke forming one enormous thick cloud in the air and blacking out vision. And Elektra has a bruising grip on Karen's arm. Dragging her forward, to where she thinks the stairs are. She feels more than sees through their surroundings, her spatial awareness honed to unnatural levels, the same awareness that allows her to win fights in pitch dark. The leather she dons for outings has gone from sweltering to feeling like it's melting on her skin. The metal of her sai threatening to burn through it against her thighs. Can't think about that, though. Can hardly think at all with the bursting need for survival driving past wildlight crackling beams and flame-shattered pieces of roof.

Elektra collapses on the ground the second she gets a crisp lungful of clean breath, the night outside black and cool and full of shouting civilians. Cement ice cold against her cheek, then the back of her neck when she turns over. More air, thanks. Eventually, she pushes herself up and looks at Karen. Approximately ten seconds before paramedics swarm them. Rightly so. That much inhaled smoke could kill them tomorrow or sooner, if not treated. She's alive, so there's not much to say right now. And Elektra bets they're thinking the same thing — Karen's apartment building wasn't going up in flames accidentally.

[nclson]

** the lawyer groaned and pressed his head into the edge of his desk, fully willing to risk the line indent that might mark there for the ability to close his eyes for just three minutes. the case was killing him and last minute and also random people in fetish gear kept showing up in his life in varying degrees of bleeding everywhere. grey eyes lifted and he squinted at karen, ' but I can't ! everything is so crazy and my bed is so tempting that if I give in I will never get out of it again. '

— @sevenbulletsavior : ' alright, that's it. you're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer. '

[dispatched]

i don’t think i’m better off without you.

things have gotten worse since we last spoke. / @sevenbulletsavior

"that's because i think you like this shit as much as i do. all due respect."

he tears at the complimentary bread to give him something to do with his hands, doesn't eat it. it'd been the type of shit junior used to do, play with his food to avoid eating it, like a canary.

his gaze doesn't leave hers, and he speaks with his mouth full when he adds, "you're a shit magnet of the highest caliber, but you ain't helpless to why that is."

[oftoska]

"Pax, zoek."

He tugged the shirt out of the duffel bag he'd carted in the back seat of his rental. It was a bitch and a half to track down this contract, and by the time he'd made it to his hotel room the best Mal could tell was that his mark had caught wind that he had a tail and booked it without packing. Surely he was holed up somewhere, in some dingy apartment with colored light bulbs and old food containers on every surface. The shirt was worn, better for tracking, but smelled strongly of must and sweat. Perfect for Pax, who stuck his snout in the fabric and took a few good inhales before barking for the door to open.

So Mal obliged him. Four legs carried the dog like a bolt of cookie-dough brown into the house that Mal was sure was little more than a drug den. With a sigh he pulled himself from the driver's seat and palmed the gun in its thigh holster more out of habit than anything else. It was secure - everything was secure - and if it went smoothly he wouldn't need any of it. Just cuffs.

It never went smoothly, though.

Military personnel were hired for contracts because of how brutal it could get on either side. They didn't hesitate to use necessary force, to fight back and think tactically enough to get the job done. That, at least, was the polite way to put it. The impolite way was more like "dirty deeds done right". Good thing his conscience was questionable.

Boot falls were heavy as he crossed the threshold of the doorway. Pax had all but blown through the wood, the hinges of the door were splintered for the running force he'd used to tackle his way in. Mal could hear the barking before he'd even gotten into the home, and instinctively he drew the pistol from its holster and peered around the corner.

His charge had sniffed his way through the living room of the poorly lit home. (He'd guessed right, the lights were red and fairy lights had been poorly strung up in an attempt to add more illumination ... or mood? to the interior). But it had been emptied of life, aside from the dog, and when Mal approached to see what he was barking at he felt his teeth grit.

A duffel full of shit. Maybe drugs, maybe money. But it meant that Todd wasn't here. His scent lingered enough to set the dog off, and with a stream of irritation Mal huffed out, "Volg Rechts."

Instantly Pax stilled, silenced, and waited for another command.

"If you're in here, better come out before I have to find ya."

Worth a shot. He doubted it'd work.

"Blijf." He ordered the dog as he moved from the living room to the back hall. It was a small place, but not enough to discount someone hiding. "Don't try t'run. Dog's got a nasty bite."

The hall bathroom was clear, if not filthy. He was lucky he had a strong stomach, lest he retch at the smell in there. Or the stains in the sink he preferred not to imagine what they were.

@sevenbulletsavior + plotted starter.

[bothsidesofaquestion]

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send 🪞to send my muse a suggestive mirror selfie! | not accepting

Kurt was doing research for his grade paper when the ‘ping’ of his phone interrupted him.

[text::karen::]

[text::kurt::] mein gott well helloooo 👀😍😍😘

[text::kurt::] i knew I left my shirt there!

[text::kurt::] it looks way better on you than on me, wow, you’re so gorgeous 💙

[godresembled]

@sevenbulletsavior asked ❝ if you want me to go,  i will.  do you want me to leave? ❞

"I'm not asking you to leave, I'm telling you it's not safe," Bucky said, running his hand through his hair before looking at her. If anyone could handle the danger he was about to go into, it'd be Karen. Admitting it to himself took some of the tension out of his shoulders but not much.

"Are you already prepped or do you need time?"

[chernayavidua]

✉

(sms ➝ draft) your ass looked really good in those jeans yesterday. are they vintage levis?

(sms ➝ draft) i think i left my grey cashmere sweater on your couch. can you drop it off?

(sms ➝ draft) i'm headed to sf for a few days. want to come?

(sms ➝ draft) do you mind watching liho for a few days? isaiah can't and ana is out of the city.

(sms ➝ draft) i don't know what is worse. having fury as director or hill.

(sms ➝ sent) nothing worse than running into an ex while trying to sneak into an event.

five + one text message edition

[fuelinthetank]

Smash or Pass + Karen Page

"SHE IS THE BLOND KITTY WE FOUND DURING OUR TRAVELS, EDDIE."

"Yes, I know who she is--kitty?? C'mon. But--yeah, she's very good looking and smart, and fun to be around. I'd wine her and dine her first, though, because I'm a gentleman."

"BUT YOU ARE BROKE AND A BAD COOK, EDDIE."

"Shut it or I'll put you up for adoption."

[rvbelhearts]

@sevenbulletsavior asked: [ sms ]: it’s 3 am, why are you awake?

[text: Karen]: I wish I knew!

[text: Karen]: I guess all that red bull and coffee I had earlier was a terrible idea.

[text: Karen]: But why are you awake as well??

[s-aint]

“Who’s your daddy now?”

❛ Weeeell, I don't see anyone stepping up to take such a tremendous role. It would either involve verbal abuse or tossing around the ol' ball, so are you interested in finding candidates, or are you actually wanting to strap on some plastic and be my daddy, Karen? Just so you know, I am Daredevil's daddy which would make you his granddaddy. ❜

[secondhandmckie]

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[egoforge]

🖤 does she want to hear it? No but she knows he’ll give it anyway

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attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[trckstaer]

˖ ࣪⭑ The head between his hands was big and blocky and Frank pressed his forehead to the grey fur of the dog's own, humming contentedly enough and pressing a kiss to the space between the creature's dumb fucking ears before standing up and kicking his combat boots off. It was instinct to head to the small fridge and pull out a soda, but less instinctive to pull out a second. He turned and watched Karen for a long moment before letting his shoulders slump and relax. He put the cold can on a brown file on the counter and slid both towards her. It was a cold case from about a year ago, something that had gone bad or involved shitty cops, he had found some answers that he figured might help her out. It was always tempting to do this ; to make it transactional, to give her a reason to come back over and over again no matter what, even to his shitty safehouses on the edge of New York's shittiest towns. He chuckled, ' happy holidays Kare, got something for you. '

— @sevenbulletsavior : STARTER !

[bloodstainedstar]

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