#14mill

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : tentative starter call → @14mill

featuring gemma teller and john wick.

               ❝   no   one   decides   to   move   to   this   small   town   just   for   kicks.      it’s   usually   the   drug   game,   but   i   don’t   know…      something   about   you   is   different.   ❞      what   that   difference   was?      gemma   couldn’t   put   her   finger   on   it.      only   thing   she   knew   right   now   was   this   was   a   completely   new   face,   and   who   was   gemma   teller   if   she   didn’t   insert   her   nose   into   someone   elses   business?      as   matriarch   to   the   sons   of   anarchy,   she   felt   she   was   entitled   to   figuring   out   exactly   what   the   strangers   deal   was.      especially   if   it   posed   a   threat   to   the   sons.

[archive-astarborn]

@14mill gets a plotted starter !

EYES STARE STRAIGHT INTO THE DRESSING ROOM MIRROR. she's currently in the process of getting ready for the big night: a tribute concert for her late husband, jackson maine. tears were an imminent threat to her makeup team as she sat there in the dressing room chair, fingers turning a pale white from gripping hold of the arm rest without even realizing what she'd been doing. breathe, ally. breathe. she considers making a run for the hills, despite being dressed in a form-fitting gown and heels, but knows that everyone is counting on her. that only made the situation worse without him by her side. as she contemplates what the hell she's doing there that evening ( is she even ready for this? ) ally hears a knock on the door—— snapping back to reality, she doesn't dare move an inch as she remained still. “you can come in.” her voice cracks as she speaks, leaving her to clear her throat before adding, “is that you, john?” that might have been a good question to ask before allowing them in the room, but alas, she wouldn't have expected any less from her brand new bodyguard standing watch outside.

[roseguided-arch]

@14mill gets a RANDOM starter ! ft natasha romanoff

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. some part of her brain is always awake , listening , ready to spring into action if something called for it. the storm outside , the sound of ran hitting the window , aided in her ability to relax . . however , something was nagging at the inside of her chest. what was it ? instinct didn’t have much of a habit of being wrong . . natasha stirs in bed once again, flipping over onto her side facing the bathroom door & the bedside table of her studio apartment. a sigh exhales from her chest , a small noise peeking her interest just as she hears a shuffling much too close for comfort ! ; eyes open themselves quickly , not a second wasted in reaching for her bedside table to withdraw the gun kept taped underneath it. body settles into position with knees pressing into her mattress , arms extended to point gun toward drenched , shadowed figure standing just at the end of her bed. finger hesitates on the trigger, eyes widening when realizing—- ❛ john ? ❜ tone is more than confused , lowering gun to flick on the lamp. eyes widen even more seeing the blood leaking from a wound in his shoulder , his side. what the hell was going on ? ❛ fuck — what the hell did you get yourself into ?! ❜

[roseguided-arch]

@14mill ASKED, 𝒊 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 cause natasha to stop in her tracks going to retreat from him. breath is stalled in her chest, eyes come to close themselves in a moment of mentally argue with herself. her entire life was one trial after another , another test of who she was trained to be & who she wanted to be. the widow program was gone , she was out & had done better , but some things are engraved into your soul. ( don’t get close to anyone. don’t love someone who could be taken from you or at all. love is weakness , caring is weakness—natasha can’t live in that mindset. not anymore. she wants to love & she cares so much that it can be stifling. ) ; booted feet turn around , water moving swiftly off the top of the umbrella held in hand. eyes focus on john, a sense of sorrow behind them. a pause, ❛ i’ve never had someone say that to me & mean it. ❜ a rather sad realization & a shrug of her shoulders. ❛ i’ve never let anyone get that close to me because i was . . i’m terrified of losing them or being the reason something happens. ❜ that was before the end of the widow program, but the idea was hard to shake. tears threaten to rise in her eyes: ❛ i don’t want to lose you. not again, not ever. i want to love you, but the idea of it scares me. ❜ not a rejection, but voicing her feelings & not withholding them ! ❛ do you mean it , john ? could you love me despite everything i am or everything i’ve done ? ❜

[desafia]

@14mill​ sent: 🔪

              the demeanor which overtakes her slightly blood-splattered figure is akin to subdued annoyance.  it’s the same disdain one might reserve for the disposal of vermin.  an inconvenience.  some lives demand honor when they are snuffed out.  but not this one.  it is just one among many.  too many.  magnolia is in the midst of swiping the back of her hand across her cheek when she senses the man’s approach.  his has become a familiar conciousness—one she excuses for being the cause of such needed violence.  what is another drop among the storming ocean which has been her life? 

brows lift slightly as sage hued eyes find their way to her companion.  she says nothing because she knows she doesn’t need to say it.  of course he knows.  there are probably more coming.  instead,  she wipes her knife clean on an unstained patch of her victim’s clothing.  then,  magnolia straightens back up and mutters  ❝  i’m hungry.  ❞