It's a compliment, I swear

indie marvel oc mun&muse 18+ nsfw fc: jack falahee tracking: conquxrer wip

[ofmixtakes-deactivated20141204]

  ❝ Eh, you sure        about that. ❞

             ❝ Are you still on                   that level? Do you                   want me to help                   you? ❞

[conquxrer]

     "Okay, that's cheating.       I have to do it myself.       -- I don't think you get       how serious this is."

[conquxrer]

; friendly reminder that y’all should check out my opens.

[waywardxrejects]

     Logan waved down the bartender      and smiled warmly at him. “Hey, can      I get two Sam Adams, the Winter Lagers?”

[conquxrer]

       Sasha watched him and finished        off his current bottle.  "What did         you say your name was?"

[semperobliti]

Jamie only let out a low, amused hum. “If you don’t care, I don’t care.” The perhaps pathetic but honest truth, because he probably should have been offended but he was only intrigued.  After a moment he tilted his head ever so slightly away, an invitation for the man to continue if he wanted.

[conquxrer]

   Sasha gave a glance up at the man.    From his angle, he could only make    out so much of his characteristics, but    he was sure it probably wasn't the worst    decision he made off the cuff.  "At least    we're on the same page." He chuckled;    breath warm against wet skin before his    lips brushed again against his neck --    teeth grazing.

[theinevitablepromise]

"I trust you can find a way. I’ve taught you well." And she’d taught him to deliver death unto those who deserve.

[conquxrer]

     "Is that pride hiding behind that       veiled compliment?" He teased       with both a smile and a nod.       "Consider it done."

[twodozenxassassinations-deactiv]

Closed

conquxrer

[twodozenxassassinations-deactiv]

"Does nobody understand what a locked door means?” At least, she thought she locked it. “What’s so important?”

[conquxrer]

     "Maybe you need a lesson in       Locking Doors 101 -- it was       open.  And, clearly, I needed       to pee."

[soleilverts-deactivated20141216]

                   —— ❝ What? Like… a detective? ❞

[conquxrer]

     "Like a mercenary."

[snannabel]

       ❝ That was my mark; that was my        guy, I’ve been following him for        weeks. You just killed my hard        work. I’ve been here for nearly        six hours.  ❞ Victoria said, her        finger trembling with rage on the        trigger of her gun. Victoria        didn’t have time for this; she had        other clients and other jobs to        prepare for. Maybe she should just        kill this guy and get over with it. But,        something told her it wouldn’t be        that simple. No, this man was obviously        trained; an expert, for use of a better word.        No, Victoria would have to be careful. It         might have been her with the head wound,        not Jack-Ass McGee. 

[conquxrer]

      " -- if you're going to boo-hoo              about it, I think you may             have gotten into the wrong             business." Sasha looked              at her; careful still for his             own life.  Had he lost the             client, his own demeanor             probably wouldn't have been             as light.  "It's not my fault             multiple people wanted him             dead."

[conquxrer]

✆

whxwashe

Relationship Headcanons

✆ for an ex headcanon 

       He and Harper ended things on good terms.       She knew that Sasha was more interested       in men, and was really great about their        whole split — especially since she had some-       one else lined up on the side too.  Their        romantic relationship wasn’t meant to be,       but she’s still a major part of his life.

       She was really one of his only major relationships.

[conquxrer]

↹ ▲

technologxc

Relationship Headcanons

↹ for a best friend headcanon

      Sasha met Harper when he was brought back to      life.  She was the youngest daughter of his parents      closest friends — and they were about the same age      at that point.  They did everything together from the      moment they met — even dated for a good portion       of their lives until understanding they were better off      as friends.

▲ for an enemy headcanon

Sasha doesn’t really have a set enemy.  If he had to haveone, or any, they would probably be who he was hired tokill off.  He would have to get into the mindset of who hehas to kill to deserve it — therefore making them the enemy.

[lunarchld]

Relationship Headcanons

Send my muse one (or more) of the following symbols for a headcanon about their relationship with that person

♀ for a mother headcanon 

♂ for a father headcanon

♖ for a sister headcanon

ψ for a brother headcanon

↹ for a best friend headcanon

▲ for an enemy headcanon

✻ for an old best friend headcanon

✤ for a grandparents headcanon

♘ for a favorite teacher headcanon

❀ for a boy/girlfriend headcanon

☮ for a self headcanon

✆ for an ex headcanon 

[ilyria87]

[conquxrer]

crazygoddess:

Jack Falahee (1) Avatars 200x320

[conquxrer]

;; open [topless tuesday]

         Bloodstains on a Hugo Boss shirt was          not something Sasha was thrilled about.          It was ruined now; no way that the kind          of mess he got himself into would come          out, but, at least, his job was done.

         He did way with the shirt, reluctant to admit          he’d have to destroy it — payment from this          hit would ensure he’d be able to buy another.          Although, he didn’t account for a bystander.

         ”Uh — whoops?”

[conquxrer]

;; open

    ” — look, we agreed on I fly,            you buy.  Now fork it up           or no Thai food for you.”

[conquxrer]

;; drafts cleared, minus four starters.

[snannabel]

{conquxrer}; 

[snannabel]

The gun shot rang loud and clear, whistling through the air before hitting its target  with relentless precision. But, Victoria’s finger was still placed steadily on the trigger of her silenced rifle.  ❝ What the— ❞ She whispered, looking around for the source of  the bullet. If she didn’t pull the trigger, then who did? She climbed down from her nest, wandering cautiously onto the dimly lit street. She looked, from roof top to roof top, for the stranger who took her mark. She whirled when footsteps from an alleyway behind her echoed, forcing her to walk forward, a scowl now taking over her delicate features. ❝ Who the fuck do you think you are? That was my bread and milk for the week, asshole. ❞ She called out to the stranger, the grip on her rifle tightening. 

[conquxrer]

    Sasha took fire and hit his target.  It was a task     that he had little fault with, after years of practice     and mastering the art of weaponry -- murder --     he did what he had to to live the lifestyle he wanted.     It was easy; a flawless plan -- until the woman      called to him with the harshness in her tone.  He     raised his brow and turned back to her; he could     grab his own gun back out if he needed.

    "First come, first serve, sweetheart."

[waywardxrejects]

     “Well, I definitely don’t want      to break the rules!” Logan      responded with a gentle laugh      in his tone. “What are you drinking      so I know what to get you?”

[conquxrer]

     "Sam Adams -- Winter Lager."      He tapped his bottle and turned      to show off the label.