Get Fucked

if anyone might be interested in a gc with a plot (spn/serial killer themes), ic banter and tbh, gayness, dm me. i’ll be in the background working on responses, but i’m usually available through discord or even wire so get at me. mutuals only.

disc.ord: milkobitch#0258

❝  i don’t mind watching him for a bit until mandy or one of you gets back home if you need to go deal with your shit . ❞  he had to admit , it was weird and awkward to be watching your ex’s child but he had a soft spots for kids … and saying no to his friend in a time of need . raking a hand through his hair , he tried to avoid looking at the two with a small smile . ❝  he’s a good kid … see a lot of similarities between you two . ❞

[ text: ian’s sister ] the fuck is wrong with me???

Jesus Christ – the last thing he was planning on doing is running a fucking marathon a few blocks down from where he was supposed to be. But he manages, barely ; chest heaving ridiculously from the strenuous activity ( hopefully he didn’t have to run from the pigs too many more times tonight, he’d never fucking make it with these shitty, smoke-ridden lungs ). Converse skid along the concrete as he comes to a stop, leaning against exposed brick when Mickey comes into sight, ❝ What the fuck – ‘m never doin’ that again. They can just fuckin’ cuff me next time if it means I won’t have to do all this bullshit runnin’. What’re we gonna do now, my dude? ❞

          the act of shoplifting such a large bird was something svetlana couldn’t quite wrap her mind around, but in her short time with the family she’d learned that if there was something worth stealing, no matter what the size or how painstaking the task would be, there would be at least one mikovich both willing and capable of doing so. it wasn’t the most marketable skill, but she’d be damned if it hadn’t come in handy time and time again.

          dry or not, svetlana’s upbringing was enough to ensure that any complaints wouldn’t keep her from eating. just because something wasn’t   ideal   didn’t mean it was inedible. turkey was, in many ways, the edible version of her marriage                 a  necessary evil that was forced upon you, and that no one truly enjoyed. 

          olive green gaze flicked sideways as mickey took his seat, attention paid to his body language while doing so. the man was nowhere near as bad as he could have been, in fact svetlana occasionally found herself   liking   him, but the more they spoke on any given occasion, the more chance there was for his aggravation to rise to the surface. it was something she watched for, cutting off communication just in time to save them both the time a petty argument would waste.          ❛      i   don’t   know   if   i’ll   be   here   for   chritsmas,   but   if   i   am,   i’ll   cook.   do   you   know   pampushky   ?   like   donuts   ?      ❜