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“Can I help you?” 

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@infinitewitch liked for a starter.

     ‘    C’MON,    this way,  there’s CIVILIANS that’re gonna be trapped under this BUILDING if we don’t hurry.’

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[readyforyours]

Mafia/Gangster AU ;D With me. let's do it.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

Brock is entirely the one to work behind the scenes. He’s never the face of anything, but he’s the one to ensure everything gets done, & done correctly. 

Up from nothing, Brock carved his place out with his bare hands & his knowledge of the streets, which makes him a formidable threat to any other crime families who might’ve forgotten or gotten soft with their time at the top. 

That being said, he has somewhat of a code of ethics. No business around elementary schools or parks -- kids need to be allowed to be kids without the risk of getting caught in the crossfire. You respect your women or the next time you raise a hand, you won’t have one. (The joke is he has a collection of hands somewhere in his bedroom because of this.)

No one can confirm or deny this fact because no one’s gotten close enough to him to see the inside of his bedroom & confirm. (There’s a challenge if I ever saw one ;))

He was the mastermind behind the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum theft, & used the art to fund his operations, which is how it got off the ground so relatively fast. Given that he was new & inexperienced at the time, other families & known gang members were incriminated & suspected while he managed to fly under the radar.

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This was a bad idea ---------- why did he decide to come again? Right, Wanda asked him to. Which, quite frankly, was kind of odd on its own. But, both she and Steve had a point: locking himself up in his room or within their make - shift base wasn’t going to do him any good. Except, he never really expected the other to take him to a place like this. Steve, maybe. But Wanda? He supposes that’s what he gets for judging her too fast; she was full of surprises, after all.

So far, all he’s done is sit himself at the bar with drink in hand and dunking them back like water. It’s fine. It isn’t like he can get drunk, anyway. Wanda seems to be having a hard time, but it’s hard for him to say --------- he doesn’t think he even knows how to have a good time anymore.

So, when she approaches him, he could not help but give him a dumb founded glance. “You want me to what? Dance with you?” He hasn’t danced in over a century --------- right before he was deployed to war. He doesn’t think he can keep up with this modern day art. 

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memory meme | accepting

↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened 

it doesn’t surface until after the disastrous events following ross’s announcement of the accords, and even now, tony can’t tell if it’s a memory, or just a nightmare fueled by his pain and fear. 

but it always starts the same…

BANG. 

the door creaks on it’s hinges as it swings in and away from the wall it was just slammed open against, and the whole house seems to echo his misery. the silence used to be comforting for him, it meant his parents weren’t fighting, that they were either happy– or at least civil– or it meant he had the house to himself.

now? now, as he moves through the foyer, the looks of pity the maids give him, the respectful bowing of their heads; only jarvis has the courage to look him in the eye as he passes, and suddenly he wishes he could hear his mother scream at howard as he hollers drunkenly back about why he has to leave this time. 

it feels real. all of it does, every single time. even now, when it’s just flashbacks while he’s awake and he lets his mind wander. everything starts to blur as he staggers down the halls, getting into his father’s liquor cabinet, and he doesn’t remember it, but he drinks half the bottle, the evidence in the rawness of his throat and the bottle as it thunks to the floor and rolls away. he watches it in a daze, the tawny liquid hypnotizing him as it sloshes in it’s glass prison. 

he has no idea how long he lies on that couch for. the couch in his father’s study. he wishes he could say the room smelled like him, but the only thing he can smell is lingering cigar smoke and the alcohol on his own breath. he eventually pulls himself up and treks down the hall, dragging his feet until he reaches their bedroom. he pushes in slowly, and the gust of air that greets him is overwhelming. he can smell them both, he drags a hand down his face as another wave of tears start their course down his cheeks. 

he shuffles into the room and crawls up their bed, flopping down face first on his mother’s pillow, taking a deep, deep breath before letting it out as a choked sob.

‘ mama… ’  he whispers softly before darkness trickles across his consciousness and he passes out swathed in the feel and smell of his parents. 

he always expects to wake up after that, and that’s where the lines blur. he wakes up, but it’s always groggy. he’s sure he’s still in the mansion, he can still smell his mother’s perfume, but someone is watching him. he can feel their presence in the room, but he’s still drunk, he’s sure of it, everything is hazy and just barely blankets the fear that consumes him as a figure moves towards him, seemingly appearing from the shadows.

“please, just....” he doesn’t even know what he wants, is he begging for his life??? he flinches when the figure stops in front of him, standing beside the bed and staring down at him. he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath from the pillow as he waits, waits for it all to be over. 

it feels like an age before he realizes he’s still alive, and when he opens his eyes, he’s alone again, the stranger is gone and he’s alone. 

[xstrange]

YOU ARE KILLING ME W/ THAT. DADDY STRANGE & BABY MINIMOFFS PLS YES. oh my lord.

              au where stephen is the biological father of the minimoffs and when they’re like 4 wanda and him get a divorce and have joint custody tbh i have been thinkin about that au for a While