Violence

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chrisoreily​:

After helping out that librarian a week ago, Chris was truthfully wondering how the other was doing. Plus the man had even led him to some of the best burgers and Sammy knew because he had a taste for them that night. It wasn’t just that.. there was something else; A shift within Chris whenever he thought of Eddie, but he wasn’t the only one that had felt it. Sammy had felt something too. 

So when Chris had suggested inviting Eddie over for dinner, he was glad that Sammy was up for it. “You think he’ll like my burgers?” Chris had called from their backyard. Alright, so he wasn’t the best cook, and ordering take out or pizza just seemed.. well lame. The least he could do was impress the other by grilling some burgers. 

“Let me know when he is here so I can start grilling. I want them fresh and hot when he gets here.” who wanted dried up burgers, right?  – @darkxr-darkxr​ @eddiethereader​

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Tossing the last of his laundry in the washer, Sammy scooted out into the kitchen and washed his hands. A bit of blood from some of his clothing came off and scraped under his finger nails as well before heading out to the back deck. Leaning against the railing, he smiled as Chris as he started up about the burgers. As if there was anything to be worried about. Sammy was pretty sure they could feed Eddie day old take-out pizza and he’d be happy about it. Or at the very least he wouldn’t say anything bad about said pizza. Home cooked burgers made by Chris, on the other hand, were perfect. Literally perfect. 

“Hub, hun, love of life,” Sammy started before standing behind Chris and rubbing his shoulders for him. “Relax. In all the time we’ve been together you’ve literally never served me a dry burger. You’ve never served me a burger that was anything less than perfection on a plater.” He promised before kissing Chris’s cheek. 

From inside Sammy heard a knock at the door. “Might wanna throw those on now Chef Ramsey, think the guest of honour is here.” He teased before bouncing off to answer the door. He walked quickly to the front and threw open the door for Eddie. “Be our Guest! Put our service to the test, Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie. And we provide the rest!” Sammy sang in a horrible french accent as a greeting to Eddie, his one hand holding the door open for the man.

@eddiethereader​

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llghttouch​:

 She laughed softly, “Oh I remember – right means you’re engaged. Yes I think you might want to switch to proper fingers.” Encouraging playfully, lighting her glass up as she took a sip once it was refilled. Listening to the older gentlemen speak. “Hey no need to explain, sometimes I mix match bra and underwear or forget lipstick – understandale. Just once and it was ironically my first boyfriend. We all have that one love who never quite loved like the rest.” Admitting, it had been years since then, teenagers high on hormones. “You’re a lucky man as is he, angel… I’m touched though really. I’d bang you too.”

“Huh? Really? I had no idea.” Sammy made a bit of a face and nodded. He and Chris’s engagement hadn’t lasted very long. They ended up getting married so quickly it was hard to remember that they’d even been engaged at all. As silly as it was to think about now, not being married just felt wrong on so many levels. Rushing it might have seemed off to some people, however Sammy wouldn’t change a thing about his engagement or his wedding. “Ah, some might beg to differ with you on that one.” Sammy winced. “I mean about him being Lucky. M’most certainly lucky. That guys way to good for me.” He admitted before putting a hand on his chest. “You would? That’s so sweet of you to say. Really warms the pits of my heart.” Sammy chuckled before waving the bartender over. “Another round for the two of us, on me.”

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opheliadavis​:

“I’m going to end him Sammy I can promise you that much.” In fact the plans she had for him, would be enough to churn even a grown mans stomach if she was to go into enough details, if she was to discuss every single thing she planned on doing. His tattoo though, the one he wore so proudly as if he had earned it, the one that symbolized their name? Well she was going to carve that out and make a pretty necklace out of that and she would enjoy every second of it. “Pretty sure I haven’t grown any taller but yea I’ve been working on the whole muscle thing, kinda needed it to keep up with training.” As much as she was determined to keep her face straight, she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on her lips as Sammy spoke, as if he was proud of her. “You have no idea what I’ve been up to in New York since you’ve been gone, I’ve left bodies all over the place.” Her smile dropped back into a scowl as he continued, a scoff following his words. “Oh please you signed a man up to a life on the run, looking over his shoulder and having to put up with your bi-polar ass, he’s screwed Sam, anyone that loves us is screwed.” 

Humming, Sammy nodded his head. He could think of more than a few ways to really end a man. Get them screaming to be killed. It was always so much more enjoyable once they started to beg for the end of it all. If his little sister got even an ounce of his imagination and skill with a knife than William was really in for it. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swell in him as Ophelia spoke about training. She had risen to every single challenge that had come her way since Sammy had gone off to take their revenge for dad. She was tough as nails now and carrying on the family name. “You’re a little asskicker now aren’t you?” Sammy asked as beamed at his little sister. “Fuck yeah you did, O. That’s my sister. No days off for the grave diggers in our town.” He smile as he spoke. Though his smile quickly faded with her next words. Waving his hands as he spoke, Sammy shook his head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can stick that judgment right back up your own ass and leave it there, O.” Sammy started. “I didn’t sign him up for anything. It’s hard to believe, but he actually chased after me. He’s also very capable of taking care of himself and well aware of who I am and what my family does. Still wanted to put a ring on it. So-” Sammy shrugged. “Yeah, we’re screwed. But we’re screwed together.”

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richiebrkshr​:

It still feels so surreal, seeing Sammy in his home like this is normal. It’s not; Sammy left and he had to deal with the brunt of it, He rolls his eyes at his brother’s words, lowering his hand but keeping the gun on his person. Richie’s learned to distrust family at this point. “I don’t know, man. I didn’t think Wiliam would want me dead either but the O’Riley’s are full of fucking surprises huh?” Bitterness lace his words as he goes over to his little bar cart, pouring himself some whiskey.

His hand white knuckles the glass as he swivels back to face Sammy. “You off your meds?” While he commends his brother for doing what they all should have done, Richie can’t help the flare of irritation at the thought that it’ll lead something back to Santa Ysabel. “He didn’t do anything to O. She stayed.” Pause. Breathe. “I don’t blame her. He would’ve killed her if she left. Fucker’s got a hold there. Don’t ask me how, but he does. Something about who Mason really should’ve left the business with like I didn’t fucking give up everything.” 

There’s a cock of an eyebrow and, “People to think about. Huh. Who would’ve figured? That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, big bro.” 

Hypocrite. 

Richie merely snorts at him, downing what’s left in his glass. “The O’Riley’s are fucking dead, Sammy. Your brother killed ‘em. And I’m guessing in about a year, no one’s gonna remember our name.” The thought doesn’t settle seeing as how Richie still tries to keep them afloat even in his state, but that’s something he’s keeping to himself.

For now.

Ah, yes, because Sammy’s time in New York had been all rainbows and unicorn. Candy and fluffy clouds. He didn’t still have nightmares about the things he did to the men that killed their father. No, not at all. He was covered in the blood of so many people it was hard to remember them all but he did. Watching someone die really has a way of burning their face into your mind. Not to mention the whole forgetting to take his meds, being completely alone right after their dad died, feeling totally helpless while Willian went after the younger siblings, and the general feeling like his world was collapsing in on him. Oh yeah, great time. Just a fuckin’ blast. 

“Remember when O was ten and she tried to throw me a surprise birthday party for my seventeenth?” Sammy asked with a snort. “She made it mermaid themed and forced every one to wear pink. Think that’s still my best birthday to date.” He mused, getting distracted in his own memories for a moment. “But yeah, yeah we love surprises.” Sammy added sitting forwards as Richie poured himself a drink. 

Blinking at Richie’s next question, Sammy rubbed the back of his neck. He genuinely could not remember if he took them today or not. Normally if he didn’t Chris would have texted him by now or called with an angry rant ready for him. So he must of taken them. “Nah. Haven’t been off them since I hung dads killer up out side his families house. Made him put his own foot so far up his ass it was coming out his own mouth. Richie, it was art.” Sammy insisted.

His enthusiasm faded quickly though. Both of his hands rested on the desk in front of him as Richie spoke. Sammy cocked an eye brow at his younger brother. “William killed her fiancé, Richie.” He pointed out. Maybe Richie didn’t know or maybe he didn’t care. Either way that seemed like a pretty big deal to Sammy. “Fuck that.” Sammy scoffed, his hand coming up to rub across his own jaw line. “Dad would have blow the whole operation up from the inside out before he let William run things the way he’s been runnin’em. A fucking half blind weasel with one tiny paw could do a better job at running the gang.” 

Pushing himself up, Sammy hummed and walked over Richie. “Yeah, people.” He held up his hand and showed off his wedding band. “Got hitched. Chris. He’s something else.” He admitted. “Risker not to be with him at this point. Keeps my big, crazy, head above water.”

He ground his teeth a bit and looked at the floor before breathing out a sigh. Clapping a hand on either of Richie’s shoulders, Sammy shook his head. “I don’t believe that for a second. You ran that gang so well it rivalled dad’s era. You hear me? In a year from now this city is gonna know your name. I know you got something cooking in that schemy little head of yours. If you ever need someone dead, I got you. I always got you. Whether you believe it or not.”

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hclyness​:

attentiondefislut​:

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?) 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?) 

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?) 

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?) 

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

[ryanreynoldssource]

Any kind of crisis can be good. It wakes you up.

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llghttouch​:

 “The distance it takes to an insane asylum at this rate, perhaps jail.” Retorting with a shake of her head, downing whatever contents were left in her drink. Her body still felt the burn from alcohol but at this rate it was like a dentist appointment, you don’t really like it but it’s a need. A brow perking in his direction after waving at the bartender for another. “It’s on your right hand though – simply a choice or religion thing?” She questioned, an arm hanging on the back of her chair as Em leaned back. “Oh it’s a light to a real flame if you know how to handle fire but most don’t. Hint why whiskey dick became a thing. Trust me if half the men knew what magic they can make with their little johns then john wouldn’t seem so little anymore.” 

Sammy hummed before looking at his wedding band as she pointed out that it was on the wrong hand. A laugh escaped his lips then. “Oh shit, no. More like a simple thing called stupid.” He pulled it off and put the band on the right finger on his left hand. “Took it off last night. It’s real hard to lube up with rings on and the last thing you wanna do is lose something up there.” Sammy ranted. “Then you put it on before you have coffee the next day and the stupid takes over.” He added with another laugh. Good one, Sammy, good one. Looking like the brightest star as always. Another, bigger, laugh left him as she went on about whisky dick. “Aw, poor thing has had one to many bad nights out, haven’t ya’?” Sammy asked as he raised his hand and motioned with his finger. Mocking a penis trying to stand up but failing. “It’s not a you thing, boo boo, trust me. Got eyes for woman and men and non-binary friends. Well, I did. Not so much since the husband gave me the dicking of a life time.” Sammy admitted getting slightly distracted. “Anyway, what I am saying is, if I was single, I’d bang you. Anyone would be lucky too here its just like you said. Whisky dick.”

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adiexlewis​:

adie was almost as timid as they came. she spent her whole life trying to be the perfect little girl that her parents wanted. anything to make them happy and pleased of their daughter. but she recently learned that that isn’t always possible. at least with a neighbor like this near by, maybe she wouldn’t have to worry too much about being on her own. that is unless he would be the one causing trouble in the area. after this first meeting, things could go either way.

she smiled wide when he agreed to have her cat sit. really, she was just happy to have a reason to get out of her apartment more. she didn’t like being alone with her thoughts for too long. that’s why she liked to getting out and riding her bike around town. “thank you! i will definitely take you up on that,” she replied with an excited nod. it sounded like it would be a bit of an adventure but one that she would have fun doing. “i’m used to demon,” she mumbled, more to herself than him but then looked back up at the man. “we can’t risk any more jackets through separation anxiety. keep me on speed dial for whenever you want a night off.”

It was a funny thought. Thinking that he might not be the most trouble in this neighbourhood. Most of the time, Sammy was the trouble. Although he never shouted it from the roof tops. It was bad for business. No, the only people who knew Sammy was the trouble, often ended up dead and he highly doubted that Adi was ever going to end up on his hit list. She didn’t exactly scream: mafia plant to him. Either way he’d get Chris to do a background check on her once he got back in to the police station. 

“You would be,” Sammy hummed at her comment about Demons. Yeah, that little bit didn’t slip past him. “Mean living in a place like this. From what I’ve heard its like the fuckin’ wild west up here.” He tried to make light of the comment. That was his default. Take something serious and make it funny. It was how he survived and hell it had gotten him this far. Or maybe that was the hand-to-hand combat skills. Or the guns. Or the stabbing... “No, we can’t. Chris, the husband and my better half, might cry if she goes for one of his leather jackets.” Sammy explained. “Have you ever had to watch a grown man cry over a piece of clothing? Its horribly awkward. Like, mom catches you having a threesum at age seventeen with a boy and girl before you ever get a chance to come out awkward. And trust me, I know how awkward that is.”

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eddiethereader​:

Eddie had just been trying to take Onyx for a walk when he heard the other’s voice. He recognized it almost immediately, but as he got closer to give a small ‘hello’, he heard the tone as well as the words the other used. Fear began to course through his body, the tone reminding him of the other day at the hotel. He’d tried to forget about it and push it away, and only deal with it when he got home, but that… definitely didn’t seem to happen. He gulped thickly when he dropped the man, trying hard not to let him see how spooked he was. However, his dog didn’t seem to really care about what anyone thought and was snuggling right up to his owner, whimpering softly.

“I-I did, but… I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” He gave a nervous little laugh, one hand moving down to rub behind his dog’s ear; a coping mechanism for the librarian. 

Once Sammy’s mind righted itself enough to realize that Eddie had been the one to over hear his little conversation with the mover, he softened. His shoulders relaxed, his face brightened with a smile. “Hey’a Eddie.” Sammy greeted him before sliding closer to the other man. It was only then that he realized how freaked out Eddie looked. As if he’d just seen a ghost. Whoops. Sammy supposed the other man didn’t know him that well. Not well enough to know that the only people who got talked to like that fucking well deserved it. A pang of guilt hit him as he realized he’d really freaked the other man out. Double whoops. 

“Dude,” Sammy pointed at the moving truck as it started to pull away, “kicked my cat. Couldn’t let that fly.” He admitted before glancing down at the dog that snuggled up against Eddie’s legs. “Nice pup you got here.” He squatted down hoping the change in conversation might freak Eddie out a little less. “Whats your name then sweet-heart?” Sammy asked the dog as he let the animal sniff him before scratching behind one of his ears. 

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dylanxadams​:

dylan loved meeting a kindred spirit, someone who wasn’t afraid to ruffle some feathers and make a mess. she had a feeling that she and this guy were very similar just from this short interaction. she was used to getting in fights and settling things with her fists. it was amazing that she was able to hold her restraint long enough to knock the guy out. if she wasn’t so worried about ending up in cuffs and a life time in jail, she would have taken care of things herself. maybe she could make an ally of this guy. not that she made friends, but he could be something close. dylan sat up in her seat and looked at the man with a gleam in her eyes. “couple hundred and it can be yours if you help me take that guy in the back alley and take care of him with me.” a smirk pulled on her lips before finishing off her drink. 

Sammy touched his chest a bit and blinked a few times as if he was taken a back by her offer. “Take me to dinner first, Jesus.” He teased before letting the act drop. He looked over at the human equivalent to a worm and sized him up. Yeah, there was no way that guy was gonna live to see tomorrow. He was a skinny little fuck. At that look of someone who’d never worked a day in his life. Got everything served to him on a silver spoon. “Keep the money. I’ma have to much fun with this one to get paid.” He waved his hand a bit. “Go outside, to the alley. I’ll go tell him,” Sammy leaned in just a bit so he could whisper to her. “you wanna meet him out back.” He sat back. “Pretty sure you could kill his ass all on your own Uma but I’ll be right behind’em and ready to get in on the action.” He promised. “Gonna fuck this guy from behind and not in the fun way.”

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opheliadavis​:

“I won’t need you too, but you can watch.” If there was one benefit to being left behind with their brother, to be the only one that had spent any time with William in the past 7 years it was that she knew all of his weaknesses, she knew is days, his patterns, where he was more exposed than just about any other time and though she didn’t doubt he had made changes since she had vanished too and he was on high alert, she also knew that she was far more patient than he was. “I don’t know, probably around the time you left…or maybe when Richie had to run, over night I became Will’s new project, I trained, I learnt - I’m not 16 anymore Sam.” She sighed letting her shoulders shrink. “I’m ok though yea, I had enough money stashed to be comfortable for a while and I actually picked up a casual job to blend in so I’ll be fine in the apartment I took.” Looking at the wedding band she paused for a minute, the ring she wore around her neck heavier for a second. “Congrats Sammy, who is the unlucky guy?” 

“Honestly, thats all I ask. Front row tickets,” Sammy nodded, ”And maybe one good punch because that sack of shit really deserves it.” He added before giving his little sister a big smile. He hated that he had missed so much of her life. Was it worth it? Killing all those men, anyone who had anything to do with there fathers down fall? Was it worth missing out on Ophelia and Richie growing up? No, not really. In a lot of ways, what Sammy did was for himself. Yes, they’d all agreed he’d go and make sure that their dad got justice but was it worth it? No. No it wasn’t. “I know your not O. I know. I mean just look at you.” Sammy reached out and grabbed one her arms, squeezing just lightly. “Look at that muscle!” He smiled brightly, his tone brimming with pride. “You’re a regular killing machine just like your older brother.” Sammy gripped his chest lightly, still smiling at her. He had a very hard time taking anything seriously. Although he was genuinely happy to hear she was doing alright and had a place of her own. “Hey, hey!” Sammy narrowed his eyes at his little sister. “Chris is a very lucky man. I’m a delight! You really gotta meet him. The guy is waaaay to good for me O.”

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jpeach​:

While Jack was by no means the most informed on anything animal rights related, he could appreciate someone who was. Someone had to be standing up for the voiceless right? “I did not realize that was still the case but that is pretty fucked.” He agreed, scratching at the back of his head as the older man pulled the cigarette out. Nicotine had never really been his business if it wasn’t in a hookah, but he’d been around it enough to appreciate the smell. If anything it increased the itch for something that could do a little more for him. Weed becoming an easily craveable little habit that was beginning to seep into his day time routine. “Right? I mean not that it’s not a blessing, but how did California get weed legalized before protection against animal cruelty? Seems a little common sense you know?” He suggested as he watched the cherry burning at the end of the cigarette. 

“I have no doubt. I’ve learned my lesson from living with enough cats that they aren’t to be fucked with.” Jack assured the man, despite the fact that in comparison he didn’t see himself coming off as much of a threat to Sammy anyways. Jack couldn’t help looking back up to where the cat was sitting when he learned of how recent the attack had been. A part of him grateful that she seemed to be doing alright, both for her own sake, and for the sake of him not stumbling on what could have been what he assumed to have been a murder if it had gone the other way. “That’s pretty ballsy to have done it right in front of you. I’m surprised you couldn’t have gotten him arrested for shit like that. Is it still just a fine if you’re abusing someone else’s animal? Isn’t that like destruction of property at that point? I imagine at the very least he could spend some time at the station.” Jack said, finding himself rambling about something he genuinely knew nothing about. “I think that’s a good plan. If anything’s wrong, at least make sure you make him pay the vet bills first. But it’s uh nice to meet you.” He said as he reached out to take the others hand. “I’m Jack. Welcome to the neighborhood. I actually live right around the corner.” 

“Right?” Sammy asked with slightly wider eyes now, he pulled the cigarette from between his lips and tapped the middle of it to shake off ash. Breathing out he tipped his head back and gave a sigh. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love a big, fat, blunt as much as the next guy but do you know what I love more? My cat being safe in her own goddamn home.” He grunted before taking another slow drag on the dart. It was then that he noticed how Jack was eyeing up both his cigarette and the smoke that he breathed out every now and again.

Shoving his hand down into his pocket, Sammy nodded along with Jack’s words. “Gotta good head on your shoulders kiddo.” Sammy mumbled around his dart before pulling out a pack. “You want one?” He offered. Had he already offered Jack a smoke? Maybe not? Maybe? Whatever. His mind was a bag of weasels hopped up crack on the best of days and this was not the best of days. Better to offer twice than not at all. 

Scoffing, Sammy removed the dart from between his lips once more and breathed out. “Nah, nah. Dickface was a total coward about it. He kicked her just as I walked into the room. Motherfucker bolted after that and I caught his dumbass out here trying to make a break for it like the little bitch boy he is.” Sammy explained. His face turning sour as he recalled the moment. Poor Duckie had screeched and run right to him. That wheezing bag of piss was dead. Tonight. “Probably could, actually. Hub is an ex-officer. Could at least scare the shit out of him.” Sammy mused. But was that enough for putting the hurt on his poor little fluff ball? Nah. Death would do. 

Shaking Jack’s hand, Sammy’s face softened up again. “Nice to meet ya’jack. You need anything don’t hesitate to swing by ol’Sammy’s place. We don’t take shit. Not even around here.” He promised.

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chrisoreily​:

He loved the way he wrapped his arms around his shoulder. It was a dumb thought really, but being able to get physical in public felt amazing. No one cared, and that was the best part. “You should definitely name all the reasons why you love me.” he teased, “This way if I ever piss you off, I can remind you of what you love about me and you’ll get less angry with me because you’ll be reminded of the reasons why you love me.” While it was a teasing comment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea either. 

He followed the other into the pet isle and watched all the toys that will spoil Duckie and he smiled. The thought of how he wasn’t as used to the cat in the beginning compared to now where he even considered Duckie as family was surprising to him. As he continued about the things they would need, Chris made a mental note. “It’s fine, we got this. I also think our coffee maker is broken so add that to the list as well.” He laughed at his ikea comment and shook his head. “You have me for a reason, I have no problem putting together a table. To make it more enjoyable, we’ll begin assembling furniture while naked. Besides, i’d rather enjoy the view while I work anyway.”

Why would he say no to both? “Okay, you’re getting the food today but it’s on me next time.” he stated. “Speaking of food, what do we buy for groceries? I always stuck to take out or my mom’s cooking, so this is slightly new for me.” the whole marriage, being domestic, all of that was new for him. He wasn’t even a great cook, they couldn’t live off of take out forever. He truly needed to start learning a few things for their health’s sake. “Gordon Ramsey’s got nothing on you and your taste buds.” and it was a true agreement because even he enjoyed the pizza with the sweet and sour sauce. Was it odd? for a few yes, but they could shut up. 

As they approached the register, Chris began unloading their items onto the conveyer belt. “We got everything right? Nothing left behind?” he asked as he recounted their items just to be sure they weren’t forgetting anything.

Making a bit of a face, Sammy shook his head as Chris teased him. “Nah,” He waved off the comment. “I ain’t ever been so angry with you that I forgot all the reason. Don’t think i could get that angry with you if I wanted to.” Sammy admitted, his eyes darting from the food line to Chris. A small smile pulled up at his lips, softening his face for just a moment. “Not that I’d ever want to.” He added before tossing his arm around Chris’s shoulders as he grabbed a few more things off the shell with his free hand. 

“Wait what?” Sammy asked pulling back at the news that their coffee maker was broken. He stopped and bent over with his hands on his knees and let out a long breath. “Oh my god, Georgie is dead?” He asked looking slightly hopeless. Yeah, yeah, he named the coffee maker but in his defence, before Chris, that thing was the best part of his mornings. “Do you know how long I’ve had that coffee maker? Ten fucking years. Rip Georgie.” Sammy made a cross over his chest and stood up straight. “We are gonna have to barrie that guy in the backyard before we get a new on.” He grumbled once again joining Chris. 

He snorted at Chris’s suggestion to put together IKEA in the nude. “Babe, we both know that if the pants came off while some table was supposed to be getting built, it wouldn’t get built.” He cooed before shaking his head slowly. “Or maybe he would. Putting together that shit is probably the least sexy thing I can think of. But then again you, naked, working- It’s a toss up really.” Sammy laughed lightly and grabbed some surgery cereal off the top shelve. 

Getting up to the cash register, Sammy pulled out his wallet and handed over whatever cash the lady needed. “Looks like everything, Hub. Probably more than we need, really.” He pointed out before taking his change back. Grabbing a few bags, He left a couple for Chris to take as well and thanked the clerk before leaving the store. “As for the whole cooking thing, don’t look at me. We had a cook growing up. Guess we will just have to figure this shit out or run on toast and coffee and take out. Both work.” 

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llghttouch​:

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   Same old same old at Worth a shot, people attempting to flirt, couples drunkenly spilling over one and other - a few fitting with each other on things like who’s driving home, something that didn’t happen here and a chick at a bar someone stared too long at. Honestly it was like a sad- sad- sad movie. Em had been facing the scene when she finally turned her seat towards the bar. “Why not just fuck out the frustration instead of resorting to some sad relationship that’ll end in blaming dead dick on whiskey instead of the lack of attraction? People are signing themselves up for misery bringing a significant other.”

Laughing, Sammy leaned back a bit and glanced at the couple that Em had been watching. “Oh yeah, they look like the sort to really go the distance.” He joked with a bit of a snort. Sammy then took another sip of his scotch before giving a pleased hum. “Damn bitch, you’re even more cynical than I am and trust me that is a big old accomplishment. Should probably get an award for that sort of pessimism.” He teased in a much lighter tone. His right hand came up to flash his wedding band at her. “Just saying my husband and I never had any problem with getting it up. Regardless of the whisky intake. Fuckin’ whisky makes ya frisky and all that.” Sammy informed her with a dumb smile crossing his face now. “If they got limp dick its problems now its gonna get ugly fast when the real shit hits the fan.”

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opheliadavis​:

It was safe to say that a hug from her brother was the last thing that she had expected. They had always been close growing up, but not in the same way that she was with Richie, he was a brother to her through and through were Sammy often crossed the line between father and brother, a factor she was sure due to how much older he was than her. Ophelia hadn’t let herself cry in several weeks now no matter how much she had wanted to, but the feeling of her brothers arms wrapping around her, the words he spoke and promises he made enough to cause the tears to well and spill over the edge of her eyes. Clinging to his shirt for a second she nodded, a small cough to clear her throat. “I’m going to kill him myself the second I get the chance, but I needed to get away first.” 

When Ophelia hugged him back, Sammy tightened his grip. He felt utterly helpless in that moment. Ben was already dead. Ophelia was grieving. He couldn’t stop that now. All he could do was be there for her moving forwards and make sure that William got dead as soon as possible. Never had Sammy thought he would hate a family member was much as he hated his older brother but seeing O like this. It broke his heart. “I’ll hold him down for you, okay?” Sammy promised as he pulled back to look at his little sister. “Jesus christ you’re so grown up. When the fuck did that happen, O?” Sammy asked blinking a few times so he could keep himself from crying. Wasn’t she born, like, yesterday or something? He touched her arm once and then grabbed her hand in his own, holding it tight. “Are you okay? I mean, here?” Sammy asked because obviously she wasn’t okay. “You got a place? Because you can stay with Chris and I. Oh yeah, Chris.” Sammy held up his hand to show off his wedding band. “I got married.”

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jpeach​:

There was something uber ominous about the fact that this man who just had another man pinned ready to shed blood knew just where the other man lived. Seemed like a problem for another day, but still an odd thought to put a potential murder on the back burner. “Well I mean here’s to hoping they can behave so it doesn’t come to that right? Although from the sounds of it, they already haven’t.” Jack started as he made a note of the distance between himself and the other. When the other started walking back up the steps, he followed his point to observe the cat that was far from what he had been expecting. 

“Aww she looks.. a little menacing, but like in an endearing way.” He said, never truly knowing what the appropriate protocol was for describing cats. It wasn’t like most cat owners weren’t aware of the typical cat stereotypes right? Her name was the second surprise he’d gotten to experience that day. On top of this guy that looked like he could punch the daylight out of him owning a small white little cat, her name was Duckie to top it off. “I didn’t realize cats had cat years. I actually just assumed that was just kind of a silly dog thing. But you’re right that is entirely fucked up and Duckie is lucky to be alive after such an assault. Have you taken her in to get her looked at?” 

Maybe this whole thing was a little dramatic but Sammy had so very few things in this world. Chris, Duckie and his siblings. That was all that really mattered at this point. And even then he could really do without William, his oldest brother. What with all the fuckery he’d been up to these past few years. So, yes, he was protective over those things. He held them close and if anyone tried to harm his family they got what was coming to them. “You know what animal abusers normally get for that shit? A fine. Disgusting, right? As if an animal being harmed is all good as long as you can pay.” He ranted before stuffing his hands in his pockets. “The legal system is fucked. Gotta-” Sammy pulled out a cigaret and popped it between his lips. “-take that shit in your hands sometimes.” He mumbled before lighting up. 

Taking a deep inhale, he held it for a second and breathed back out. His hands flicking the zippo lighter open and closed. “Menacing but enduring.” Sammy chuckled at Jack’s words. “That’s actually spot on kid.” He admitted. Pulling the smoke from his mouth, Sammy tapped the end of it with his forefinger and stood back a bit. “No, not yet. Asshole just did it a second ago. I’ll check her out in a second. If she makes so much as a pained mew don’t you worry- I’ll have her looked at before you can say: That fucking shit stain on this world is dead.” He promised before taking another puff. He stepped forwards then and held his hand out. “Sammy, by the way. Husband and I just- Well, we are moving in.”

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richiebrkshr​:

It’s easy to lose himself in his studio; it’s the only place Richie’s allowed to be anything other than an O'Riley. There’s no need to look over his shoulder or to think about his next step in ensuring that his family’s taken care of. There, he’s able to be selfish. Thoughts of Uncle Dylan pop up every now and then and he can’t help the overwhelming feeling of guilt, can’t help but remember the look of betrayal in his eyes, the smell of rust in the air, and the whispered ’do what you have to do’ before his demise. Those moments are when the curtains are drawn with no light seeping in and sketchbooks are torn apart by sheer self-condemnation.

It’s getting to be far and few in between and Richie doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

Long hours bent over an easel has the man yearning for the comfort of his own bed. Returning home, his body is on auto pilot as he makes his way towards his bedroom. His peripherals catch onto his office door slightly ajar and instantly, he’s on high alert. Richie grabs his gun from his holster and silently moves down the hallway. If William’s here, he will not hesitate to kill him this time. Deep breath and Richie shoulders his way inside, gun drawn.

It’s Sammy and there’s still that hesitation on whether he should shoot or not. “Sammy? What the fuck are you doing here?”

There was a big difference between when William left for the first time and when Sammy left. At least, in his mind, there was. He’d made sure his siblings knew where he was going. He kept in touch, sort of, and hoped to god they understood why he had to go. No one got away with hurting an O’Riley and lived to tell about it. No one. Especially when it came to there father. That death would stick with Sammy till the day he died. Morning him was never going to completely go away. Even if he was a prick. He was Sammy’s prick dad and the fact that he was murdered in cold blood still made his gut turn. It didn’t matter if everyone involved was dead. It didn’t matter that they begged to die before finally meeting their maker or that Sammy was the one to make them beg. He just wasn’t over it. 

Seeing Richie’s gun pointed at him didn’t turn up any sort or reaction form Sammy. “Please can we just, you know, not with that.” He waved a hand. “We both know that if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.” Sammy deadpanned before sitting up. “Not that I want you dead. M’not Will. Coward little worm that he is.” He grunted. 

His brown eyes flicked to meet with his brothers own, his gaze even. “Listen, I killed’em. All of ‘em. Every single one of those bastereds that killed dad. They’re dead and they ain’t ever coming back.” Sammy stated. “I know, I know. It took way longer than it should have but they scattered. Like rabbits fleeing a dog. It was embarrassing. For them, not for me.” He cracked a smile now but it faded. “Came back to find that little cunt in charge. Found out what he did to you and O.” His tone dropped now. Hands ringing against each other. “I wanted to kill’em, Richie. Still do. Fuck, I would’ve but I-” Sammy held up his hand and pointed to his wedding band. “I have people to think about.” 

He pushed his chair out and stood up. “Side’s that little leech needs to suffer before he dies. Figured you’d be up to something, thought I’d help. O’Rileys work better in packs, don’t we?”