#hope they did leave and it was super fuckin hard for them

[barleyo]

Hiiii I just read your Daryl fox and omfg I’m frothing at the mouth. HOLY HELL. Anyway I was wondering if you could write another age gap Daryl fic. Maybe this time younger reader has a (very obvious) crush on Dixon. He likes to tease reader and make her blush/ flustered…maybe it eventually leads to some really degrading sex. SORRY I’m so thirsty for this man

Not So Secret.

Modern! Neighbor! Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: please don't apologize for being thirsty for him, because if you're thirsty then i'm downright DEHYDRATED for him :'3 i'm so in love with him!!! like!!! nasty yucky old man!!! who fucks so good and loves younger girls!!! need him fr!! this isn't super plot heavy, sorry for that! hope you like it @dilfismz <3

Tags: age gap (18-19 ish and mid-forties), dub-con, a bit of degradation, public sex, slight name calling, p in v, fingering, overstim

Wordcount: 1k

You must have thought you were so sneaky. That, or you must have thought Daryl was blind. He would have to be to not notice how you stared at him. How you were always conveniently outside in your yard when he was leaving for work was not lost on him. He knew exactly what you were doing when you left your bedroom curtains wide open when you got changed. 

It was cute, in a way, but it also pissed him off a little that you were brave enough to do all of that, but not enough to talk to him. You were such a skittish little thing, such a tease. 

His breaking point came when you decided to leave your windows and curtains open one night, giving him the opportunity to listen to your moans when you slipped your hands under your panties and played with yourself.  He took it upon himself to approach you about your little schemes, ready to get you out of that shell of yours. 

The next day was one of the rare ones where he got home from work at the same time that you came home from classes at the local college. Daryl shifted off of his motorcycle once he parked, leaning against it while he waited for you to get out of your car. Once you did, he crossed over the invisible like that separated the two front yards, clearing his throat to get your attention.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. "You're off early, Mr. Dixon," you noted, scanning over his well-worn clothes, stains from dirt, oil, and who knows what else marked over them. He may have looked grimy to others, but to you, he looked his best after work.

"Daryl," he corrected, "and yeah, didn't have much to do today. Actually, I need to talk to you." He pocketed his hands, eyes lazily trailing over your body.

"Oh? About what?" You shifted on your feet, feeling warm at the feeling of his prying gaze. 

"Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?" His tone wasn't rough or aggressive, simply questioning.

You were taken aback, unsure of what to say. "What?"

"Do you think that I can't tell you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose? I might be old, but I'm not blind, girl." 

"D—doing what? I don't mean to," you said, knowing that's exactly what you were trying to do.

"Don't play dumb," he warned, stepping into your yard and leaning his face close to yours. "One look at you tells me y'know what you're doing. Shame on you, leading a guy on 'n lying right in his face." His handed ghosted one of your hips, just barely passing over it. "Little tease," he said with a scoff, seeing your face twist in embarrassment. 

"I'm not!" You leaned into his touch, urging him to keep his hand anchored on your hip. "I'm just— just nervous, you know?"

"I make you nervous?" Daryl's hands continued to travel your body, landing on your ass to pull you closer to him. "Good. That'll make this more fun." 

The hot metal of your car's hood stung your back slightly, but the sting was overpowered by the feeling of finger's curling into you. It made up for the hot discomfort. The humiliation that came with being fucked in public, however, was hard for you to get over. Daryl's other hand was used to cover your mouth, muffling your whines.

"You must want to get caught," he said, eyebrows knitted together. "You're so damn loud, the whole neighborhood could  hear you if I moved my hand." 

Daryl scissored your hole open further, spreading his fingers that fit comfortably inside. He was nice enough to prep you, but cruel enough to overstimulate you. You had already creamed around his fingers twice, just for the power trip it gave him. Evil bastard. 

He could feel you start to squeeze around his fingers again, but this time he pulled them out, stealing your orgasm away from you. His satisfied smirk taunted you. 

"Why did you stop?" you asked once he finally moved his hand from your mouth. "I was almost there, so close!"

"Wow, do you really need to cum again?" Daryl undid his belt buckle, chuckling dryly. "You're a needy thing. Like a damn whore, jus' wanting more 'n more from me." 

He pinched your clit softly, wanting to hear you squeak again. 

"You're so mean," you whined, shutting your legs together to stop him from pinching your sensitive bud again. 

Daryl let his eyes roll at your dramatics, pulling you to the edge of the car's hood by your hips. He grunted and pushed his length into you roughly, stretching out your walls. You bit back a moan, not wanting to alert anyone to what was happening. When you felt his cock finally enter all the way in, knocking against your sore g-spot, you leaned your head back on the car's windshield for stability. 

He was ruthless with his pace, he was far too pent up to take it slow with you. 

"Been waitin' so long for this," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Missed having pussy like this."

He gripped his hands into your hips, fingers digging into them while he pulled you back and  forth by them, slamming into you harshly. Slick coated the insides of your thighs and dripped onto the hood of your car every time he pulled out, slowly leaking out of you like a faucet.

"You were jus' what I needed, a sweet, stupid little doll," he said, sharply inhaling. 

You clamped tightly over him for a final time, sucking him in deeper than he was used to. The flutter of your cunt sent Daryl over the edge, milking him for all he was worth. 

He pulled out, running his eyes over how swollen and full he had left you. A small prideful feeling lit in his chest. He still had it in him, fucking was still his specialty. 

"Wait, where are you going?" you huffed, seeing him tuck his dick back into his pants. Before you could protest any further, you felt him pull you up and drag you by the hand.

"I'm not done with you, girl. It's getting too dark out to see. My house or yours?"

[ranhaitanisgf]

can i request a quiet gf reader who plays bass in a band with her friends and like this guy has been making fun of her and she gets enough and punches him infront of her bf with kazutora, smiley, and mikey

get out of my face!!

synopsis: how will they react when you punch the creep who's been bothering you and your band?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ haii thank u anon for requesting ! :3 this was super fun to write, so i hope you all enjoy!! xoxo [just as a note, i didnt rlly see a reason to make this fem reader + there was really just not any relevance so i made it gn! i hope you dont mind ╥﹏╥]

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ kazutora hanemiya, nahoya [smiley] kawata, manjiro [mikey] sano x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 3.4k+

masterlist

kazutora hanemiya: 

❥ he loves the fact that you’re in a band!! he thinks it’s so cool, and he is constantly asking all kinds of questions about all of it, like ‘do you get nervous when you see all the people?’ and ‘is it hard to play fast songs?’. he’ll ask you the same questions over and over again whenever the two of you are talking, but he can’t help it! he’s just so interested about all of it!

❥ while it’s a bit unrealistic for him to be able to attend every single show you perform, he tries his best to come to all the ones he possibly can, (really, he’s only missed two which is quite impressive). he’ll always send you encouraging messages before the show if he can’t see you, and he’ll send little messages while you’re performing for you to read later. 

kazu <3: you look so cool! kazu <3: i can hear your bass playing right now! it sounds so good! 

❥ he doesn’t want to cause a scene in the crowd because he doesn’t want to make more trouble for you, but he will death glare anybody who is cheering for you, (minus your friends). why are they cheering for you? he’s the only one who should be cheering for you!! will proceed to shout your name ten times louder. 

❥ when he has the funds for it, kazutora will bring you your favorite snack or drink after a show!! he knows that you get tired afterwards, so he likes to contribute a little bit to your recharging. he’ll usually be the one taking you home too since it’s usually late by the time your band finishes up, (when he’s there, he will not entrust you to anybody else). 

❥ your number one bodyguard!! he’s always with you whenever you’re not on stage, making sure that there aren’t any creeps who are trying to approach you. if there’s anybody who has the nerves to do so, he’s immediately threatening them and making sure they leave. 

❥ kazutora had been suspecting that you’d been keeping something from him, but he wasn’t sure what. lately, you’d seemed a bit more jumpy and uptight at your gigs, your eyes looking around as if you were searching for someone. when he asked what was going on, you had said it was nothing. 

❥ after this particular gig, he found out it wasn’t nothing. 

“hey!! you really think you guys are gonna be one of those bigshot bands??” a twisted laugh echoed through the hallway, making kazutora perk up, his eyes locking onto a boy who was approaching you and the rest of your friends. he heard you sigh, your eyebrows knitting together in frustration and annoyance; did you know this guy? 

“uju! you have some goddamn nerve showing up here!!” one of your friends yelled, their voice tainted with rage. “you’d really pay a 4000 yen entrance ticket just to cause trouble?!” 

“you really think i’d do that? i snuck in.” the boy scoffed, shaking his head. “i just had to come and tape this so i could have a record of how much you guys fuckin’ suck.” 

kazutora could feel his eye twitching, anger flooding through him at the boy’s words. how dare he badmouth your band like that? does he not know talent when he sees it?!

“(y/n), do you want me to-?” he began, but you shook your head, giving him a small smile. 

“no, it’s alright. i got this.” he looked at you confusedly but you’d already started walking away, moving through your friends to face the boy. he started laughing, leaning closer to as you as if he were sizing you up, (it made kazutora’s blood boil, but he restrained himself because you said you could handle it). 

“wowww, the big time bass player!! you reallyyyy have some nerve coming up to me like this; you’re usually so quiet i can’t even see you!” he said, his voiced laced with malice. “just like the bass, you’re always in the background-” 

one moment he was talking, and the next you had driven your fist right into his face, your punch making a solid impact with his jaw. the boy lost his balance, falling to the ground and making a loud thump! sound. 

silence hung over everyone for a few moments, all eyes on you as you continued to stand there, looking down at the boy. after the shock passed, you shook out your hand, wincing a bit as you did so. 

“i didn’t know punching someone would hurt like this.” 

your words triggered reactions from everyone, your friends huddling around you and hyping you up for finally beating some sense into the boy. 

“someone had to do it soon, i just didn’t know it was going to be you, (y/n)! haha!” you smiled a bit at their comments, obviously feeling a bit shy from all the attention that was on you. 

“let’s go get something good to eat in honor of (y/n) kicking his ass!!” 

“yeah!!” 

“let’s go!!” you laughed at your friend’s rowdiness, telling them that you would come out soon. after they all left, you hesitantly looked at kazutora, wondering if he hated you. 

he was staring at you with his eyes open so big they could fall out of his sockets and his jaw was hanging open; it was the most shocked you’d ever seen him. 

“(y/n)...you totally just punched him…” he managed to get out. you shyly smiled, coming closer to him. 

“yeah, i learned it from watching you…i hope that’s alright.”

“alright…? it was amazing!!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist. kazutora easily picked you up, swinging you around with a wild and excited grin on his face. “you were so cool! it was like something out of a comic!!” he was planting kisses all over your face, making you laugh from the ticklish feeling. 

“h-hey! stop!” 

“no! you were so so awesome!” he put you down, but he continued kissing your face, the gleeful look on his face being absolutely adorable. “lemme take you to go with your friends, hm? i can take you home too.” 

“are you sure? it’s already pretty late…” 

“it’s not even question, c’mon.” he answered, pressing a final kiss to your temple. his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together as he started to lead you to the parking lot, passing by the boy who was rubbing his jaw on the floor. when the two of you walked by, he let out a sound of fear, his eyes flicking between you and your boyfriend. 

“if i see you again in here, you’re dead meat, you got that?” kazutora threatened, his voice suddenly stony cold. 

“y-yes!” 

“good.” 

nahoya [smiley] kawata: 

❥ he’s surprisingly very into the music scene! he’s always hyping you up before and after your shows, ruffling your hair and telling you to give it your all. 

❥ he’s always bragging about the fact that you’re his s/o! he loves to brag to everybody he knows, talking about how his amazing and perfect s/o is so talented, talented enough to be in a band! he keeps videos of your performances on his phone to show people, (they are poor quality and you can hear him screaming your name in the background). 

❥ when at your shows, he does the same thing! my apologies to anybody who is standing near him; he is going to be talking their ear off the whole time about you, saying how ‘their bass playing really brings the whole thing together, don’t you think?’, (they are forced to agree). 

❥ he’s not afraid to make a scene and he will punch anybody who is booing your band or is overall just being negative. one thing he won’t stand for is a negative and unwelcoming atmosphere, so you best believe he’s going to do his part to make sure that the audience is welcoming for you and your band!

❥ regularly drags his brother and friends to come and watch you perform, making them cheer as loud as him. they are happy to do it though! they all think that you are super talented and they are always super supportive, congratulating you and telling you that you did an amazing job after the show. 

❥ screams your name while you are performing! he gets really into music, and he’s even more into it because you’re the one who's performing! there won’t ever be a time when you don’t hear his voice while you’re playing, and despite the fact that he always loses his voice by the end of the night, he thinks it’s completely worth it if he’s supporting you!

❥ he never misses your sets! he doesn’t usually have a whole lot going on, and even if he does, he absolutely would not miss them for the world! he’s even skipped toman meetings before to go see you, (he got in trouble, but again, he thought it was absolutely worth it). 

❥ his rowdy personality and your more shy and quiet one make for an interesting pair, but all of your friends agree that the two of you are perfect for each other. smiley is there to give you more confidence when you don’t have it, and you’re there to calm him down when he gets a little bit too unruly. 

❥ tries to get you to teach him how to play bass, and he fails horribly at it, (‘it’s so hard to put my damn fingers where i want them to go!!’).

“oi, you got a problem bud?” you suddenly heard. following your boyfriend’s gaze, your mood immediately soured when you saw who he was looking at. 

uju had been bothering you and your friends for a few weeks now for no particular reason, (maybe he was just bored) and you were all beginning to tire of it quickly, his negative presence ruining the vibe of the set. 

“hah, you guys think you’re such big hotshots that you need security? talk about lame!” he sneered, shaking his head. “why don’t you guys just go back to playing in your garage? at least then the rats will listen to you.” 

“hah?! you think you can stay shit like that and get away with it??” nahoya asked, his grin turning violent. “you’re in for a world of pain if you think that-” he paused when he felt a tug on his sleeve, your expression as you looked at him being strangely resolved. 

“nahoya, it’s fine. let me handle this.” 

“hmm…whatever you say, lover~” he hummed, giving you a confident grin. “go show them what you’re made of.” 

you nodded at his words, giving a small smile before approaching the sneering boy, his face twisted in hostility as he saw you approaching. your friends were whispering to each other as they watched you approaching him, talking to nahoya. he just shook his head at them, subtly pointing to you and keeping his confident smile. 

“you need to leave.” 

“you’re telling me to leave? i’m just out here telling the truth! everyone at school is embarrassed to see you guys doing this, so really, you could say that i’m helping you all out!” he laughed, rolling his eyes at your annoyed expression. “you should just deal with the hard truth and move on-” 

“you’re such an asshole.” you stated, your voice sharp enough to cut. “if you say one more word about us, you’ll regret it.” 

“riiight, like the little background character is gonna do anything. at least your little bass isn’t terrible, but the others…whew, they just don’t know how to-” 

your fist flew into his face, knocking straight into his cheek and making him collide against the wall beside the two of you. he fell to the ground, too shocked to even process what had just happened. 

“yeah!! that’s my amazing (y/n) right there!!” you heard nahoya yell, his voice booming through the chatter of the venue. it was mostly empty now, but the remaining people turned to stare at you as you walked back to your friends, wincing a bit when your hand brushed against your side. 

nahoya was the first the greet you, his hand landing on top of your head to ruffle your hair. his grin was huge as he looked at you with pride. 

“you didn’t tell me you were such a badass, (y/n)!! that was a solid punch!” 

“ahh, i’m really not…he was just pissing me off.” you answered, a bit embarrassed that you’d let your anger out in such a violent way. 

“either way, he totally deserved it!” one of your friends piped up. the rest of them agreed, complaining about how he had been bothering your band for a while. 

“yeah, he was such a jackass!! we gotta celebrate this! meet us in the parking lot, yeah?” 

“oh, yeah, okay!” you responded, watching as they all walked off, giving you big smiles and thumbs up as they were leaving. you shook your hand out, a bit of your discomfort showing on your face as you felt pain shoot up your knuckles. 

“first time punchin’ someone?” nahoya asked, gently taking your hand in his. 

“yeah, i didn’t know it was gonna hurt so much.” 

“well, it does hurt when you’re not used to punchin’ people.” he explained, gently tracing your knuckles. when he saw which spots were most painful for you he put your hand down again. “you don’t know how to correctly punch, but you still sent him into the wall like that? you’re cool as hell for that. and when we get back, i’ll wrap your hand for you.” 

“mm…thanks, nahoya.” 

“of course, sweets. now, let’s go celebrate your victory, yeah?” 

manjiro [mikey] sano:

❥ he thinks you’re literally the coolest person ever!! he doesn’t have a single clue how to play any instruments, so he loves watching you play! he thinks you look the most attractive when you’re tearing it up on the bass, the enjoyment and happiness on your face making you look absolutely amazing, (secretly tries to take pictures during your set, but he keeps getting blocked by other people’s heads). 

❥ asks if you can play the bass for any of his favorite songs!! he’s definitely the type who will be absolutely shocked, amazed, and somehow even more in love if he ever hears you learning how to play them for him! 

❥ he can’t attend all of your shows, but he does make you promise to have somebody record it so that he can watch it later! he insists on watching the videos with you so that he can tell you at which moments you look the coolest, (he loves to see your embarrassed expression as you shyly thank him). 

❥ definitely brings all his friends to watch you! they all jam out to your band’s music and think you’re super cool! 

❥ because of mikey’s height, he will most likely ask if you can get him better seats so he has a good view of you. it’s not something in your power which makes him sad, so he’ll do his best to try and see you from where he’s at, (will yell at the people in front of him if they are too tall). 

❥ adding on to this, he might invite draken for the sole purpose of having him lift him up so he can see you better. 

❥ he creates a whole fanpage for you! mikey will compile all his different photos and videos of you and posts them to myspace, adding the most fanboy comments about you under the posts! 

mmikey_78: (y/n) was so cool at this show!  mmikey_78: my amazing (y/n) with their band performing their top song!!

❥ he likes to watch you and your band practice quickly before you guys perform, always teasing you by sending you cute winks and finger hearts. 

❥ you’re the only person he will share his snacks with!! he usually will split half of one with you before you play and then after, saying that you need it to get your energy up so that you can play really well. he also does it because he likes to give you a few moments of quiet before you go on stage so that you can calm your nerves, and then give you a few moments after your show to gather yourself since he knows you’re a bit shy. 

❥ he’s friendly with all your bandmates too, telling them that they all did a great job after you guys finish performing! 

❥ always makes sure to drive you wherever you need to go; he even got a special super secure holder on his motorbike for your bass so that you don’t have to leave it somewhere else, (he spent a lot of his money on it, but he would do anything to make you happy). 

“hm? (y/n)-cchi, do you know that person? he’s been staring at you guys for a while.” mikey whispered, his lips close to your ear. 

“gah! manjiro! don’t scare me like that…” you murmured, looking around to see who he was talking about. “who? i don’t see anyone.” 

mikey planted his hands on the sides of your head, turning it slowly until your head was facing who he was talking about. 

“ah, him…he’s just this guy from our school who’s been bothering us.” you explained, moving your eyes away from him. “it’s not really a big deal though. he’s just a weirdo- gah!” mikey suddenly turned your head to look back at him, a pout on his lips. 

“it’s a big deal if he’s bothering you guys! why didn’t you say anything about it before?” he whined, his brows furrowed together. “i could easily wipe the floor with him, y’know. do you not have faith in meee-!?” 

“no, it’s not that manjiro! i just don’t want to cause any trouble, y’know…?” you trailed off when you saw from the corner of your eye the boy approaching the two of you. “man, speak of the devil…” 

“hey!! where’s the rest of your little ‘band’? did they finally realize that you’re the most expendable?” he cackled. 

“what’d you just say?” mikey asked, his voice flat. “who do you think you are talking to (y/n) like that, huh?” he moved to step in front of you, but you gently grabbed his arm, shaking your head. 

“manjiro, it’s fine. it’s really not worth it.” you murmured, avoiding making eye contact with uju. “he’s just a jerk.” 

“but-” 

“really, it’s fine! let’s just go.” you pleaded. “i really don’t want to get into it with him right now.” mikey seemed hesitant, but after a few moments he relented. 

“fineee. let me take you home then-” 

“you’re ignoring me? hah, that’s rich. everybody knows you don’t have the guts to actually do anything.” uju leered, stepping forward to stand right in front of you. mikey had an intense look in his eyes, but you shook your head at him, making uju scoff. “oho, calling off your scary guard dog? wow, i’m soo scared!” he leaned forward getting right in your face. “i bet all your little friends left because they know that they would be better off without you! how does it feel to have the harsh truth shoved in your face? go on, tell me-!” 

before you knew what you were doing, your hand had formed into a fist and flew straight into his nose, sending him flying back. 

“gah, that hurt!!” you exclaimed, immediately cradling your hurt hand with your other. after a few seconds, you looked up, realizing that mikey was staring at you with a surprised expression and that uju was still laying on the ground. “oh my god, what did i just do?!” 

you suddenly felt a pair of arms around you and you heard laughing in your ear, mikey’s voice ringing throughout the room. 

“(y/n)-cchi, you punched him!! you actually punched him!! that was so funny!” he managed to get out. “you sent him flying!!” 

“i-i didn’t mean to! he was just all up in my face and then i just…! agghhh, i shouldn’t have done that!” all you got in response was mikey’s arms tightening around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

“you did so good! oh, but let’s get out of here before anybody notices!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the direction of the parking lot. “i’ll drive you home!” 

“am i going to get arrested?!” 

“don’t worry, i won’t ever let them catch you!” 

“ohh my god, i’m gonna go to jail!!”

[danaduchy]

all texts from Judy

How's it going? ¡Hola! How you doin, V? Find those voodoo boys yet? * Sure did Hope you found what you were looking for? It was pretty interesting. Helped em out a little * That I did Helped them expand their turf, had a little run-in with netwatch, took a trip down cyberspace lane and met an AI * Didn't think you cared all that much… Course I do! After what you did for Evelyn… You're not just some rando anymore

* Not yet I can imagine * Been kinda busy As are all. Well good luck with your search * You know, same ol' same ol' Uhh… sure, alright O_O Dont really wanna get into details right now Sure, whatever works for you, but V… Take care of yourself, OK? I don't want you to end up like Ev * What about Evelyn? Any improvement? No changes. She's trapped deep in her brain somewhere. Must be goin through hell * It wont come to that Good to know Sorry, gotta run See ya

Ev's send off Hey Buried Ev today Colombarium near North Oak Thought you might wanna know * How do you feel? I intend to get thoroughly shitfaced today * Thanks for letting me know Right, no problem. Take care.

Got an idea Hey, V! Hey. Wanted to thank you again. Ya know, for helping me with Clouds Don't wanna think about what coulda happened if you hadn't been there Anywho, I think I got somethin that might help us Can't go into detes yet, but I'll holler at ya in a couple days Oh, and have a FABULOUS day! ;)

Morning! Mornin, sleepyhead Had to run, didn't wanna wake u Left you some breakfast. Eat up!

Thank you Knock knock Whatup? How's things? * I'm good * You know how it is Why? Somethin the matter? Had a great time in spite of the circumstances. All thanks to you Maybe we could do it again, just without spillin any blood :/ * Anytime Can't wait ;) * But thats what I'm good at… …True. Anyway, still waitin for Maiko to spill the detes on our meet Call you when I know more

Thanks again Heyo, V Everything ok? * Yeah, I'm good * Same as ever * Somethin happen? I'm all right… Thanks again. You know for what ;) You're a good friend. Just want you to know that Maiko still hasn't called. Should be anytime now Let you know when I get somethin fresh

All set Hey V. Maiko just called. We're all set. This afternoon, out in front of H8. Assuming you'll be there? Take care till then. And thanks… Again. It really means a lot to me.

Waiting on you Something urgent come up? Oh well, I'll just wait. Just be here before 8am

Come back Hey come back! I'm not gonna wait forever!!

We're waiting Still don't have time? We're waiting

Later then… Musta been in a real hurry… I'll try to come up with something, like, doable, but also fuckin mindblowing Be in touch. See ya soon

Umm… yeah So… looks like you weren't into it Oh well. Guess that's that then… About to finish packing and then I'm off. Buh-bye!

Bye Won't keep you long Ditching NC soon… I'm done with this sorry-ass excuse for a city Whatever you're up to right now - good luck [You have been deleted from Judy Alvarez's contacts]

Your payment Heeeyo! Sendin you the €$, just as I promised ;) Thank you, thank you, thank you for your help! Laterzzz!

WTF?! Nicely played, V. Very mature Whatever happened to the fearless merc named V? But you didn't have the guts to look me in the eyes Miserable * I was in a rush * I was really craving some fries Save it, V Don't message me again * Can we just talk about this? I'm sorry OK, I'll leave you alone. I'm really fucking sorry * You're really just gonna ghost me now? C'mon Judy, srsly? Fine, no means no I guess…

Our BD Heya, V Starting tuning our virtu - got me thinkin about you again. Got no idea how much Im digging this right now. Splicing two emotive tracks together is super hard - theres a lotta noise I need to filter out for this to come out baby-soft, but the contrast in our reactions… I mean, it'll give you shivers. Don't even have to amplify the emotional tracks. N O V A * Yeah.. sounds super cool No, it's fuckin AWESOME. And the best thing is, it's not pretentious or nothing. Totally relatable * Thats cute Cuteness has nothin to do with it, mi calabacita * Hehe, looks like someone's havin a good time Laugh all you want, calabacita. Its nova anyway * Calaba-wha? Nvm, nothing xD * Seriously? You callin me a pumpkin? Callin me FAT?! Noooooooo silly XD Nicer than callin you a gonk though Alright, I gotta go. Byeeee

Memory Hey calabacita! Still playin around with our virtu - found a still you might like

* Woah not bad Glad you like it * You enhance this? Just a teeny bit, nothin crazy Dunno, I like it. maybe I'll frame it and hang it up on the wall Could do the same for you if you want * Deffo. I'd love one Alrighty, I'll send it over when it's ready * Not really my thing, sorry Hehe, and you still ask why you're a calabacita <3 Okidokes, don't wanna keep ya. Catch ya later ;)

Helloooo Yooohoooo Know wat rymes with judy? BOOTY uh-huh uh-huh your so cuuuutee * Hey… you OK? You sound… weird * Lemme guess - you're wasted Jus out wit some ferns. frieends. * Okaaay, so you are drunk * Definitely drunk Weeeeeell… maybe jus a littl bit? * You could at least send me some stills * Just don't go too crazy, alright? * Pics or it didn't happen Sure <(((*> …fine, knock yourself out :D

I'm so sorry I'm sorry. And a little embarrassed -_- * How are ya? Sounds like you had a fun night Feel like some took a chainsaw to my brain * Maybe I should start putting you on a leash Start keeping my girl in line xD Try it, go ahead and I'll… I dunno. I'm too tired to come up with a comeback * Anything I can do to help? Nah, I'll be fine. I'm just tired. * I miss anything fun? Nah, not really. Just a girls night out. Couple substances, neverending tequila… you get the idea. Roxanne says hi, btw. Or did she? Talk to you later. Gonna go back to bed Before I forget, I got something for you. Sent it to your apartment. Sorry again… -_-' G'night

Got something for ya Heyoooo Got a lil somethin for ya. Should help get you get on your feet - who knows, maybe it'll come in handy down the line It's waitin for you over at mine - near the kitchen counter ;) * Awesome. Thanks Don't mention it :) * What is it? Not big on surprises, are ya? Nothin super special, don't get your hopes up. Couple of energy bars to keep your battery charged ;) Oh and I found a 12 gauge. Got it some time ago from the Mox. Don't really see myself needin it * Sounds great, I'll try it out * No such thing as too much iron Like a fly to ointment… Shoulda figured :P Watch out for yourself, OK? I know you've got shit goin on and that you're playin a high stakes game… But you're too young for me to be visiting your grave. Just sayin Welp, that got a little darker than I intended. Anyway, just be careful

Noticed something… Just opened my wardrobe and my favorite MaxTac uniform's gone! Someone's been naughtyyy! I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson ;) Hope at least you can put it to good use Errrr maybe I shouldn't say that. Especially when I'm not around ;) Nvm. Forget I said anything!

About the car Here's a good one - how do you know when NC's too crowded? When your ride disappears and you have to fuckin walk. ON. FOOT. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Next time just give me a heads up :P

Later V Hey V I'm leaving, V. For good. Can't stand it here any longer Wanted to tell you before, but you were gone. Sorry I guess it's better this way. Leavin everything behind, old hangups included. Once and for all Hope you come out of your thing in one piece Bye, V [You have been deleted from Judy Alvarez's contacts]

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Hellooo from breezy Oregon!! * So is that the key to the meaning of life? The beach? xP Nah, more like sittin on my ass and doin nothin for once. It's relaxing Sorta. As much peace and quiet as you can get with my grams * Visiting your grams and gramps? Yeah showed up on their doorstep a few days ago. Dunno if they were happy or confused… Pretty nice being with family. Good people, good food, zero bullshit How's life in NC? Hangin in there? * Peachy as ever Still got that relic. But I'm workin on it * Could be better. Could be worse Still breathin. Guess thats somethin… You'll figure it out, V. You always do Gotta go. The elders are summoning me

On the road

Road's full of adventure

Hey from Seattle!

Seattle's calling! * Why Seattle? * What're you doing there? They got a pretty nova virtu studio here. Wanted to check it out from up close Maybe I'll rent out space for a couple days, play around with their tech, do some experimenting. We'll see But I'm not plannin on stayin long * Why not? Didn't leave NC just to end up right where I started. Least not right now Cuz otherwise it'll just be the same shit, different place * Where to after? Gonna head east. Roam around the country a bit Prolly wont have a sig for a while Hang in there, alright? * I'll try I'm sure you'll manage just fine * No promises Shoulda seen that comin. But I'm sure you'll manage just fine If I'm ever back in NC, we can crack some beers on the roof and you'll tell me everything And I probably won't believe any of it xP Anyway… Bye, V.

random ¡Hola calabacita! Thinking about you <3 Wanna guess what? * Wait, are you trying to sext right now? Because in that case, I'd better find a nice quiet spot… Wow what year is it, 2000? Please, you know braindance gets the job done muuuuch better. * Mmm, think you should show me sometime ;) You got it… Course, it's still not as good as realspace. * Ain't nothin' like the real thing baybaaaay Haha, true true * Yeah, think I saw something like that in an old movie once. Super weird :/ Aaaah, yeah, think I know the one. Classic. And yeah, nothin like the real thing ;) Now I forgot what I was gonna write. Ehhh, maybe it'll come back to me. Talk soon :) * Hmm… Wondering if I can do a double backflip with a full twist? The answer is yes. Good to know! But… no. Was just thinking if you were an animal, you'd be a dog. * Cause I'm cute and cuddly? Yeah, obvi… But you're also loyal. Woman's best friend and all that. * Cause I'm your fierce protector? Yeah. And the best friend I've ever had. * OK gimme a sec, there's gotta be a joke about tongues and licking in here somewhere… … you're the woooooorst I lvoe it xD Anywho, enough distractions, back to work for me * That if I were an animal, I'd totally be a dog. Because I'm cute, loyal and love to lick eeeeeverything wow Not sure if I should be blown away that you read my mind, or offended and disappointed at your crass attempt at a "joke" * Be blown away! I dunno, the licking… Please, you love it ;) I… yeah I do xD * You're complex, you contain multitudes, you can feel both at once. Haha true, I can xD

God pls no Shit Shit on a fucking shit cracker OK so… I uh, I was talking to my grams and I accidentally told her about you I'm just warning you, she might try to contact you… I'm sorry -.- Didn't give her your detes obviously, but she's got mad detective skills for her age. Honestly don't know how she does it. I'm so so sorry. * shiiiit Exactly * Haha big oops. You think it'll be that bad though? Just picture the DataKrash, that's the sort of destruction she's capable of. * Don't worry, I got this. OK…. And I got my fingers crossed for ya You do realize you can't shoot your way outta this one, right? * Hilarious Learn from the best ;) * Ugh, you win Like I always do :P So what can I expect? Basically a 5 ft 2 pitbull trained in advanced interrogation techniques But she's really sweet once u get to know her! * So I can't just ignore her, right? I mean you could try, but… Not really possible with her. * Come on, no way it's that bad I mean it, your little ol' abuela can't be that scary. Yeah… positive thinking, that's the way. Let's just say you've been warned. Please please please be nice and let me knwo how it goes, ok?

So my grams * Holy shit, Ainara Alvarez is one tough cookie I know, just got off the holo with her * You weren't joking about your abuela * Still breathing! Just got off the holo with my grams * Hope she didn't datakrash me She loves you <3 * And? I think she's a bit sceptical. …but she's always like that so :P * Do I even wanna know? Nothin' to worry about Don't think you two really hit it off Man if you two ever meet, it's gonna be good O_O Thanks for talking to her, V. I know she can be alot You're the best Just talked to my grams wow is she pissed. Take it you just blocked her? Yeah, I'm sorry. Hm, ok… * I panicked and blocked her omg Now I get why she compared you to Maiko * I can't deal with this drama right now Drama? OK… I'm sorry Listen… I know you got a lot on your plate right now. My abuela's not your top priority I get it. talk later

<3 So V… I need to tell you something. * Shoot. Just gotta get something off my chest * You're an NUSA sleeper agent And you just got burned. Bad. All you can do now is wipe your files, cover your tracks and flee this city of broken promises, never to return. WHAT?! O_O Great story, but no :P * Sounds like the start of every breakup text I've ever gotten What?! NO! Shit, didn't realize how that sounded Anyway, it's just that… Ok so you know I'm not great with feelings and stuff… But I've been thinking about the past few months and I wanna say thanks, V. For being with me, for everything you've done. And just for being you You're great. Just wanted you to know that. But now I gotta go hide somewhere, I'm all flushed -.- <3 * Awwwww my sweet little vulnerable leelou bean Jesus christ stop xD it's not funny!!! * <3 :) * No YOU'RE great. Quit it with the charm bub You're making it worse!

Yo, what up? * All good The queen of curt replies -_- Ok, well you know where to find me and how to make up for blowing me off. I don't like being taken for granted. * Stuff's been going down - I'm on a super-weird gig in Dogtown. Kay, so two things to unpack - "weird" and fucking DOGTOWN?! Start with the first. * I thought that's what you found attractive about me? ;) I signed up for the full package, so can't complain :) Not even about the expiry date…? You're really good at distracting me from work -_-  We're all fucked in the end anyway, right? But I like to think that at any given moment we're both immortal - and those are the moments that count, every single time. Damn, that's deep * I like the idea of immortality in the now. It's like with animals - they don't know they can die until they're faced with real danger. Then they forget. * I don't think I'm in the same headspace rn because I'm working. I'll hit you up when I'm done :) Sure thing. Judy out. *  I'm just getting warmed up Cut the foreplay and spill the detes already You're really good at distracting me from work -_-  Oh, sorry Miss Professional-all-of-a-sudden I'm at work too - it's just sometimes I need to take my mind off it to not go crazy

* Can I text you when I'm done? * Glad to know I'm what's keeping you sane :) Sooooo… Whatcha doin? Nothing much - on a gig like any other Aaaand her highness has returned. I won't press for detes >.< * Probably shouldn't. Don't wanna put you at risk - better safe than sorry. Ok, putting jokes aside for a sec - sounds pretty serious. You sure its safe? Should I worry? Cuz you know, it's Dogtown - not exactly the safest place, is it? * You dont need to - I'm a big girl. Can take care of myself. I know, I know, I'll stop mothering you. If you say everything's fine, then I believe you :) * I'm chasing a promising lead for the biochip - it's worth a bit of risk. Ok, well, I'd assume that you've got a handle on things, so I won't lecture you. I'll just keep my fingers crossed. But if thinkin nice thoughts about you is any help, then just know that I am <3 Keeping me safe by sending positive vibes? A kind of hobby of mine. I take it pretty serious. Maybe something'll come of it. * Guess we'll see - maybe with your help I'll wrap up sooner…? * It works. Scientifically proven. Initiating transfer of "Positive Vibrations" Level: 500% xD Can feel something already - it really does work <3 Told ya! Lemme know when you get a free evening :* * I'll tell you later. Pros don't spill while on the job. Maybe over pizza and beer when its all over? * I'll let you know, but this one's lookin like a marathon. * You got it ;)

Got this thing… Hey, you ever hear of a case where someone disconnects from their wreath but gets stuck believin they're the person they were reliving in the BD? V, can't have this on my plate right now. Go to a ripper. What happened?? * Actually… nvm. It's nothin. False alarm Oooook, if you say so. But you know I'm here if any real alarm bells go off * So, hypothetically, say someone has trouble returning to their normal self after using a BD… that like a problem? Scale of 1 to 10 * Scratchin my head over here. New choom of mine had an accident recently. A localnet power surge overloaded his wreath and toasted the circuits. Guy's been livin his life thinking he's this BD star ever since * New choom of mine had an accident recently. A localnet power surge overloaded his wreath and toasted the circuits. Guy's been livin his life thinking he's this BD star ever since Sure, yeah, not unheard of. Could be a compulsive user, maybe a massive hardware failure… in my line of work we like to call it Dissociative Identity Defective 'Dance Onset. Or DIDDO for short If the condition doesn't sort itself out you need to use what we call the divided attention method. You show em one thing that's uniquely personal and another that represents the personality they've taken on. The resulting cognitive dissonance should snap em out of it (fingers crossed) Good thing you reached out. DIDDO can become permanent if you let it linger too long

You busy? Heeey, calabacita <3 What's goin on? How you been doin? * Hey, not bad. Same old stuff "Not bad" means "good" in my book! Which is great, cause I was thinkin… * Could be better. Been too long since we saw each other :( Oh no! My poor V, gazing out the window, pining after me! We gotta do somethin about that ;) * Yeah, fine. Johnny says hi Oh wow… didn't know Johnny was even aware I exist :P So anyway, why am I writing to you… Maybe I could come over to your place? * Of course!! Know my address in megabuilding H10? I think so… worst case I just ask a neighbor XD * Definitely! Know my apartment in Northside? Course I do. Watson's my home turf, you gonkbrain :P * For sure! Come to my pad in Japantown <3 Will do, just hope no tygers pounce on me XD * Preem idea! I'll be waiting at my apartment in the Glen! Ooh, the Glen? Swankyyy. Can't wait :-* * Yeah! Come on by my Corpo Plaza setup, y'know, downtown Hot damn, ok! Hope I won't be too underdressed XD * I thought you'd never ask :P I'm in Dogtown! Uhh… Dogtown? Seriously? Think I'll pass. Can we meet somewhere else? See you soon!!

Hola, V :D I've missed you. Can I come see you soon? Hey there :) Can I get another invite to your place? Hey hey <3 Y'know, got a little free time… Wanna meet up? Whaddaya say… Me? Your place? ASAP? * You have to ask?? Swing by my megabuilding apartment! Omw! * 1000%! Let's chill in Northside :) Be there in a millisec! * You. Me. Japantown. Now. Oh hell yeah! * Call your cab now and meet me in the Glen! * Umm, obviously. ;) Meet me at my Corpo Plaza place * If you wanna come to Dogtown…? It's not that I don't want to… I'm just terrified for my life is all. Maybe come back to NC to see me? * Sorry, but now's not a great time. Don't be mad, I'll see you soon, k? :) Oh c'mon, I ain't mad! But I'll hold you to that ;) * Mhm, calabacita… bet you know what I'm thinkin :P

I loved seeing you. Seriously. Thanks for finding some time for me. Gimme a holler when you find some more <3 * Thank YOU for being there for me :) Oh c'mon, stop bein so damn perfect all the time ;) * You know I will, prolly sooner than you think ;) Already got a countdown started :P * HOLLER Haha! Got me blushin so hard it feels like my cheeks are on fire Kisses, hugs and snugs! xoxo

Hey Jude :) Interested in hangin out? Ok, I'm all yours! Maybe I can come over? Can't just this sec, calabacita. Sorry :( I'll let you know soon tho when I'm free! You're the best! Whoa, V! Thanks for the preem ride! Where are we headed? And when?? Will we even fit inside?! Hahaha * Haha, who knows where the road will lead us! <3 * So you like it?? Phew… :D xoxo Thanks, V! This bouquet meant to symbolize our love? Y'know, lasts forever, non-biodegradable, that sorta thing? ;) Aaand you might just be the first person to ever compliment my calves… * It's criminal I don't compliment them more :-* Ok… haha, thanks for preem gift, V :) * And that's plain unacceptable! you ain't wrong there :P

Got a sec? * Hey Judy, doin swell, thanks for askin Sorry… just been shit day. Feels like nothing's going right. * No need to be sorry, was just messin with you * Maybe I can help with that, get your day back on track Where do ya wanna meet? * Sure do I'm at Lizzie's Talk to Mateo when you get here. I'll come up and join you. Roger that, see ya soon * Something wrong? No, why would you think that? Can name a few reasons First off, no enthusiastic "Hey calabacita!". Second, not one :) or ;) to be seen Third, it's rarely just one message and done with you. When Judy texts, my screen blows up in blue lolol xoxo ;) Oh V, don't you know just how to put a smile on my face :) * Dunno, just don't sound like yourself

Hey calabacita :P Thanks for a great night. Hell, thanks for everything you do. I really needed that, V. And I know you could see it… Prolly know me better than I know myself Let's do it again sometime, yeah? Sooner rather than later I hope :) * Anytime! * Can't take all the credit. Had preem time myself. Hard not to when you're around :) Just gimme a buzz when you get the time and the urge again Oh I will. But first… gotta shake this hangover… XD

Heeey, I've missed you! Interest you in a drink or a dance? Hopefully both? Hey hey <3 I ever tell you how fine you are? Whaddaya say, wanna make this city our bitch tonight? Psst… been thinkin about me lately? Cuz you're all I got on my mind ;) I'm free tonight… You? Wanna blow off some steam. Think you can help me with that? * You even have to ask?? Where we startin tonight? Meet me at Lizzie's! Just let Matteo know when you show and he'll ping me! * You know I can't say no to you. ;) Same as last time? Hell yeah! C u at Lizzie's!

A short trip came up Hey, got somethin of a short trip comin up. Won't be in town for a bit. A month max Seriously? :( well, shit, miss you already * But think how happy you'll be once I'm back ;) True, guess that helps… a little :P * The time's gonna fly by, then you'll get to see the new me Like, literally What's that supposed to mean? Fill ya in when I'm back in town. For now, gotta go.

Pick up! C'mon pick up Hellooooooooo Pick up, pleeease V? Hello? Please just pick up! Wanna go somewhere? Yo, V, you ok? Been a sec since I got a buzz from you Got some time on my hands and thought maybe you'd wanna meet up? There's this preem lookin exhibit on 20th century tech. Prolly the only chance in our lives to lay eyes on a VCR :P There's that, plus someone kinda misses you… ;) Helloooo? Can you answer please? Even one word? Got me worryin V? Said you'd be gone a month and it's already been, what, four?… What's goin on, V? Why didn't I ask where you were goin… Said you'd come back 21 missed calls from Judy Alvarez

[daddycardan]

hey um i LOVE ur content!! okay so i have a head canon that my freaky children jude and cardan are super into giving each other hickies and jude will try to cover them up as best as she can but fuckin cardan will show them OFF and be like LOOK WHAT MY WIFE DID TO MEEE like if he’s got hickies on his chest u best BELIEVE his shirt will barely be buttoned

i fucking love this idea, sorry it took me so long to write it!

they love giving each other hickeys, for several reasons

first, they are sloppy and hot

second, kissing each other so hard that it causes small-scale internal bleeding and bruises is the type of harm they love to inflict upon each other

third, it leaves a mark

a mark that sends a very clear message to everyone

jude, though she doesn't like to admit, loves marking her territory, and cardan loves being subjected to it

but when it comes to bearing the mark herself, she prefers doing it discreetly

after a particularly hot & heavy night, she makes sure to wear a high-collared dress the next day

she applies a layer of concealer on areas that aren't covered by clothes—her jawline and the base of her ears

cardan frowns at her. "why are you doing this? are you embarrassed of the mark of my lips, my love?"

"no," says jude, a blush creeping across her cheeks, "i just prefer keeping our business to ourselves."

he cackles. "there's nothing about the king and queen's marriage that ought to be concealed from the court. they expect us to produce an heir any day now. surely, a few hickeys won't trigger a scandal."

jude shoots him a sharp look. "are you familiar with the concept of public decency? i hide hickeys just like i wipe your cum off my face: because the sight of it might make someone uncomfortable."

"why bother?" a lazy smile spreads on his face. "i wouldn't mind going into public with my lips drenched in your juices. i would wear you like a jewel."

jude snorts—the fact that he can't lie yet is able to make such a statement is... oddly charming.

and a little concerning.

as the day goes on, jude's attendance is needed at living council meetings, in the court of shadows, and for a brief visit in the tower of forgetting. she keeps busy, as always

cardan holds the front at being picturesquely lazy, as usual

in the evening, when jude returns to the throne room, she finds cardan lounging on his throne, listening to complaints and requests from a queue of courtiers

she makes her way up the dais, and takes a seat on her throne, next to cardan

he leans over and places a soft kiss on jude's neck, while the courtier to continues her long tirade

jude assumes the kiss is just a form of quick greeting

but he continues

his hand reaches over, palm sliding across her abdomen and hips, while his lips leave a trail of increasingly sloppier kisses along her jawline

jude's face hardens, but she doesn't pull away

her gaze fixes on the courtier and she attempts to focus on listening to her long-winded tale about her cursed kelpie, pleading for a solution from the high king

when cardan begins sucking on jude's neck, she finally nudges him away

"cardan, we have a job to do," she whispers.

he acknowledges it with an offended groan

"your story is dull!" he raises his voice at the courtier. "i don't care for your dead kelpie."

"it's not dead, it's cursed," the courtier corrects.

"well, i hope it stays cursed," cardan sneers. "it's the least you deserve for distracting my queen. now, get out of my sight."

the courtier scurries away, and the next one seems hesitant to step forward

"i'm not the one who's distracted!" jude protests in a hushed voice

only now, when she fully turns to face him, does she notice his loose, open collared shirt, which exposes an ungodly amount of hickeys

calling it open collared is a conservative term—it's split open in the middle, almost all the way down to his navel

the small, dark bruises span from his jawline and neck, through his chest, all the way down near his lower abs

jude's cheeks bloom deep red at the sight

anyone who casts their gaze at the high king—and let's be honest, everyone does—can clearly tell that the high queen has been busy with her mouth recently

jude's eyes dart around the room, and she can see several familiar faces

nicasia is feasting at the dinner tables, taryn and the ghost are dancing together, and her knight fand is standing at attention near the dais

"i hope you're happy," she scolds cardan. "i hope it does it for you. displaying yourself for everyone to see. not a decent bone in your body, cardan. you're truly the worst."

"oh, this isn't the worst i can do," he snickers. "i can show you more, my queen."

he stands from the throne, pulls his shirt apart completely, and pushes his pants down his hips, exposing a dangerously low part of his abdomen

"cardan, what are you doing?" she asks, throat gone dry in horror. it isn't hard to imagine that he will shed his pants completely

"look!" he says with a wide smile. he dips the edge of his pants to reveal a hickey there, just near the right side of the base of his cock

jude remembers when she put it there, of course

but now, everyone else in the room will also know

and jude is on the edge of losing her mind

but he looks so proud of himself

he wears those goddamn hickeys like badges of honor

and jude can't help but find it a tiny bit amusing

and finally, her mouth twitches, in what looks like a supressed smile

[lozmastermm]

He has already told us he is going to deploy the fucking military door to door! The fuck do you mean have hope???

Did ya'll not pay the fuck attention!?!? Dude. He's got the entire government AND SCOTUS gave him complete immunity. He's a known pedophile rapist and they still wanted him.

It was rigged as shit but dems aren't gonna fucking fight it. It's God Damn Over. Shut the fuck up and get a gun to protect yourself and be ready to die. Do Not Kill Yourself, Defend Yourself. If you're a woman honest to god you better get Overtly Armed to The Teeth and ready to attack at first provocation. Really abuse the Pussy Pass man. Trans people, much the same, hunker the fuck down and prepare for everthing to go back to as awful as it was. Get a Gun, Defend Yourself. They're Coming For You.

Scrub your histories, go offline, just try to survive. Hope to hell people get a clue and start a revolution, put no hope in your heart, it. is. over. There's going to be another world war, the elections will be perma rigged, and whatever money you have? Put into bitcoin or stocks immedietely. They're the only thing that'll survive, you will have to put it into Tesla because they're about to get one fuck of a tax cut and a fat fucking bag of our taxes, alongside being pushed super hard to be sold more than other products.

Start archiving now, archive archive pirate pirate Vpn Vpn, disconnect, forget about politics, call everyone who complains retarded, forget about social consequences or barriers, just do whatever you want. It's Meaningless, and ya got a year at best of living before it's time for jail or death by military.

As for immigrants, anyone slightly mexican looking, oh man am I sorry, you're in for some fucking shiiiiit. Hatecrimes will go up exponentially and they will never have justice.

Ya'll best get used to legal rape, child marriage, child slavery, and much, much more. Just remember, Americans will not only blame you but actively fight to make it worse!!! It's normalized. All of it.

We are doomed. Completely. Do Not Give People False Confidence, you're just going to leave them unprepared. It's over folks. For everyone everywhere. Their Larp Won, there is no future for any of us. We saw what happened and actually asked for more.

GG, thanks for a legitimately awful fuckin time.

[subway-boss-jericho]

Hey all! Announcement stuff!

Thank you to everyone who has been very patient with me. I swear to god i could turn into one of those Ao3 authors thats like "hahaha sorry i havent updated in so long i died and then came back to life and then i had to work 7 jobs" and im being so fucking brave about it!! ANYWAYS THATS NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!

Tomorrow is the 1 Year anniversary of steady tracks chapter 1! 🥳(and also my birthday. yes that was on purpose)

So! I wanted to give you all some updates and stuff to look forward to because oh god it sure has been an entire fucking year since I uploaded stuff and I refuse to feel bad about it but my brain is trying so hard to make me! I am working on chapter 2. Progress has been terribly slow because of severe life events, thank you for your understanding.

So!! What's next? Well, over the summer I am really fucking hoping to finish chapter 2. I know I keep saying this but literally i stg. I'm going apeshit. do you know how hard it is to think about something for an entire year and never have the time, motivation, or energy at the same time to make it exist?? fucked up!! Before that though, I have a few things.

I TOLD you all that I would talk about an AU of mine, whichever was highest voted in that strawpoll I did, and then surprise i fuckin didnt do that. I would very very much like to do that! The problem, I realized, is that I operate super hard on a reactionary basis so I am not prone to talking about anything that is mine until prompted about it or given permission. Fucking, Wack. This is my house. I should be cringe and free but nooooo. Anyways, because of this, I am planning on doing 2 things -> Actually tell you guys about spirit keeper! You all voted for him back when, and especially with that ✨Fucking, Gorgeous✨ commission from Fronomeeps I got (for me birthday :]) I really really really want to do that. And post my art more. and shit like that. seriously i need to get out of my head or I'll explode. someone needs to scream about how cool these stories are with me or I'll dissolve. -> I am thinking of doing a day long event where I stream an Aggie/(Magma?) where I draw my AUs and let people hop in to join in (as long as it stays on topic!) as well as answering as many asks as I can about my many aus and basically setting you guys up to trick me into infodumping. Because let me tell you i have a year and a halfs worth of words in my head and i am 100% confident ingo and emmet enjoyers would really like to hear them. So I wanna do a big ask party Q&A and really get things rolling!! Hopefully with drawings and doodles involved! as a celebration for myself, and as a way to open up to the greater fandom (Please leave a comment if you think that sounds cool, I'm trying to gauge interest because if i went all out and no one showed up it would be Extremely Depressing!)

ON! THAT! TOPIC!!! I am actively (literally interspersed with as I am typing this) making a UQUIZ about all of my significant AUs. For the record, there are 23 results on this quiz. I currently only have 3/23 final results completed, but it is my active focus over the weekend to finish as many of those as I can to try and complete the entire thing within a week or less. Also poking at my phrasing here, when I say my significant aus I Mean It, I have more than 23, but these 23 are the ones with stories tangible enough to start somewhere and elaborate on. I have about 10 that I would consider my main AUs, but some of the smaller ones are huge sleeper favorites.

SO YEAH!!! PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO THAT AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!! I really wanna do fun stuff and get to know people in the fandom more than just. that person who wrote 1 chapter of a cool fic that one time. I have so much more to offer and I struggle so much to offer it. Please draw me out of my shell, I wish to enter the fandom sphere 🥺

thank you for giving me a great year <3 ((and hopefully the next one will be better <3))

[chthonicgodling]

oh it’s a part three!!! Elysium!Loki The Past…. The followup! re: actual Elysium-canon events, but of years prior in the very early e!Loki days :-))

this post here is intended as a followup to the bullet point lists I just made that went through some (horrible, horrible) fun facts about the past BEFORE his entrance into Elysium , like the far past before even,,,…. Ahem. a certain two canonical films. Here is part one aaaand part two is linked over there - you gotta read those first before reading this or it wont make sense probably!!

as promised I wanted to include a little addendum about the happy endings that did come about after some of that once Loki entered our universe over here so here’s that in its own post :) beneath the cut bc it’s… Lawng again

so now pretend it is 2012 and you’re in the palace with Tory and Maci and Epi and company and you’ve just adopted this spitting mad supervillain to live with you on the condition that he redemption-arc himself but he’s barely cooperative and so hostile when you try to make friends with him and show him compassion, he will NOT let any of you in -

and THEN you Memory Theater your way through his entire past up to this point and find out some horrifically tragic things that he was trying to Never Talk About Again ™, so now a part of him has broken instead all over again and he’s so weepy and shattered but also SO standoffish and won’t!!! Let any of you HELP him!!!! he won’t trust any of you!!!! and one of the last things you’ve all seen from his Memories was the gruesome murder of his two young sons, it’s hitting the whole palace so hard cause by that point everyone’s got BABY kids , Neo and Ty/Bel are infants, and as new ish parents you’re all EXTRA broken up like, FOR this guy’s pain and. Just desperate to do anything at all to make it better and show him that everyone is just here to help him—

Aaaaand then you remember that this is a functioning Underworld and. Ghosts can live here— what if— WHAT IF—

giggles I hope some of you reading those last two posts were like heeeyyy Vali and Nari!! but we know them!!! they’re Meli’s friends in Elysium!! well they end ed up IN Elysium because, right after (above) and because of (above) Tory was able to arrange a transfer of Vali and Nari’s shades from the Norse underworld niflheim, to the Greek underworld in Elysium!!

it helped that Hela, Loki’s eldest daughter of course, was now running that whole kingdom >:))) she had repaired her baby brothers ghosts when they had fallen to her and kept them specially safe this whole time, so when Tory had arranged for this she (though sad to see them go </3) sent them to her father with all of her love

(Hela though given the offer would not leave niflheim herself - fearful of odin’s wrath, but also because . Her kingdom was her home now and she had a duty to this place.)

and so as a surprise Loki in Elysium was. presented with Vali and Nari themselves, at his door :))) marked that as The first real breakthrough with Loki (as he just fuckin, ihhh my god it was so, just collapsed to his knees and sobbed and so did thEY AND IT WAS A WHOLE THING REUNITED AAHHHHHHH)

And so ah!!! A moment of sincerity at last!! anyway blah blah blah redemption arc continues Loki opens up makes some friends starts fucking Jesse and Laphi gets pregnant with Fjöer that’s not what this whole post is about lmao

this post IS about how then, another two years later, now Fjöer’s been born, Loki’s second Elysium baby Rane has been born as well, Tory is currently pregnant with Loki’s third and fourth Elysium babies Eisa and Einmyria and. Tory’s pregnancy with the twins had been super rough and heD been trying to medically induce labor with one of the pregnancy gods and,, Loki like??? Was super weird and cagey and hostile about it???

Turns out loki was trying to keep the kids out of the way and inside Tory’s womb of safety because fuckin the end of the world ragnarok was prophesized to be coming NOW?! in which Loki’s two sons Fen and Jör were supposed to break free and end the world with him and. well he didn’t want his infant daughters in the middle of that. Ok he wasn’t thinking rationally.

the loophole solution (cause Tory was like. FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT IM GETTING THESE KIDS OUT OF ME YOU LUNATIC) ended up being… fen and Jör DID break free! they were supposed to fight to nonexistence. and so the loop closed once they no longer existed………

……..in their true forms. For they alllowed Loki to transform them into human shapes, and then, now thaat they had “escaped” and “ended their existence” , freely went to live in Elysium with their dad!! and all their old and NEW siblings!!! YAY!!

Fen and Jör don’t live in the palace actually they come and go as they please and travel th whole underworld basically :)) they don’t do a whole lot but they are there and so Loki’s got almost all his kids back plus a multitude more of them!! yay!!

And so this is. More than enough Loki-posting for one day but. I hope this has been a fun little read <333 I don’t really know how to end this post so uhh jazz hands that’s iT LMAO…

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 23

(Ch. 22) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: "I think Hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go." - Neil Gaiman

WARNINGS: Angst, Violence, Torture, etc. It's an Espionage Thriller based on real-life spies so expect everything that comes with that

Fun Fact: Intelligence operatives on all sides of the war were not granted POW status & if caught, were considered to have "forfeited all rights".

Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @lieutenant-speirs @emmythespacecowgirl @holdingforgeneralhugs @parajumpboots @hxad-ovxr-hxart @sleepisforcowards @indigo-luvers @ax-elcfucker-blog @chaosklutz @mads-weasley @vibing-away @eightysix-baby @ithinkabouttzu

Contemporary: October 25th, 1944. Driel, Netherlands.

Alix had been in so much pain during the reduction that she had completely forgotten about her mail. 

Eager for a distraction, she leaned over and stretched her arm to retrieve the newest Captain America comic her aunt had sent.

Anything to keep her focus off Joe and the girlfriend he'd left behind. 

But stubborn as he was, the scrappy young paratrooper couldn't even let her read in peace. 

"Those all yours?" Joe piped up conversationally, referring to the small stack of comic books on the ground by their feet. 

Alix nodded stiffly, keeping her eyes glued to the page in front of her.

Minimal responses, she thought to herself. If he gets bored, he'll leave. 

But he didn't. 

“Mind if I borrow one?” 

"Sure thing," Alix replied dismissively, hoping the comic might distract him.  

But Joe Liebgott was nothing if not persistent.

"Wonder Woman still your favorite?” he inquired as he sifted through the pile, picking up a copy of Super Comics for himself and hopping up to join her on the fallen tree trunk. 

"Didn't see any."

"Finished those first," Alix mumbled carelessly before the implication of his words set in, causing her head to jerk up instantly, dark eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Wait, how did you know they're my favorite?”

Joe shrugged and smiled fondly, the slight brush of his arm against hers causing Alix's heartbeat to stutter. 

"They were on your bedside table when we hooked up once, a whole fuckin' stack of 'em 'bout this high." 

Questions buzzed through her mind like the tap-tap-tap of a stock market ticker but she tried to silence them and focus on the page in front of her… 

The same page she'd been staring at for twenty minutes.

"I don't remember that," the spy stated bluntly and Joe rubbed the back of his neck, scruffing up some of his thick brown hair. 

"Well what's the last thing you do remember?" 

Alix blinked, caught off guard.

"Well…it comes back in flashes," she divulged slowly, closing the comic book and putting it to the side.

"Bits and pieces. It's hard to explain...."

Joe too laid his comic book down and angled himself so he was facing her more directly, an unexpected gentleness in his soft brown eyes.

"I got time."

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2 Years Earlier: July 1942. OSS Compound, United States.

"Psst!" Alix whispered, rolling over to face the girl next to her. “What’s your name?”

The young woman in the neighboring cot, who was nimbly weaving her choppy red hair into a thin plait by moonlight, finished adding the next few strands before responding simply:

“Patrice.” 

But the Italian-American shook her head. 

“Not your school name, your real name.” 

The redhead’s eyes went wide and she momentarily ceased her work. 

“You crazy, couillonne?” she hissed, a moonbeam highlighting the incredulous expression on her freckled face.

 “We only supposed to use the names we been assigned while training, ‘member? Only people who can know our real names are the director an' our handlers! It's part of the trainin', lettin' go of who we were.”

"Yeah well, fuck that," Alix replied fiercely.

"I'm not going to become some nameless drone for them to mold. I'm a fucking person and I’m damn well gonna remember that." 

"Mais..."

The girl next to her quickly glanced around to ensure no one was listening before leaning forward and gesturing for Alix to get closer.

"Name's Jennie," she whispered conspiratorially, breaking into a toothy grin as though the pair were sharing a secret.

"Jennie Perrault." 

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2 Years Earlier: October 1942. OSS Compound, United States.

“Any idea where they’re going to send you?” Alix asked, her mother tongue flowing as easily as her strikes. "After the SOE, that is."

“Dunno…France… Hopefully?" Jennie panted back in stuttering Italian, making a face after a lightning-quick tap to the jaw from Alix.

"Couillonne," the farm girl sassed, causing Alix to snicker as she blocked her friend’s kick to her abdomen, giving her a firm shove away. 

She didn't have to be fluent in Louisiana French to understand that word.

With a toothy grin to show there were no hard feelings, the redhead easily used her superior size to close the gap again, maneuvering behind and forcing the smaller woman into a chokehold. 

Having been a farmhand back in Louisiana, Jennie was much taller and stronger than Alix but what she lacked in height and muscle mass, the Philly-born Italian more than made up for with speed and agility. 

A couple well-placed elbow strikes to the diaphragm loosened the hold instantly and Alix was confronted with a split-second decision:

If she subdued her opponent, then Alix herself would be punished for not following through. 

But if she went for the kill, Jennie would be punished for losing the bout.

The choice was clear.

Sliding out from under the hold, Alix seized one of Jennie’s hands and clung tightly even as she flung the redhead out in front of her. 

As Jennie landed on her knees, Alix wrenched the taller girl’s arm into a near-hyperextension behind her with a boot lightly placed on her back to keep her bowed.

The shriek of a whistle cut through the tension. 

"Marianna!!" 

Alix's head swiveled at the sound of her school name and she instantly dropped Jennie's arm, removing her foot and allowing her friend to silently scramble into line beside her.

Major Larsson, the grizzled Special Operations Branch instructor supervising their training, stalked over from his place against the wall with his arms crossed and an expression of displeasure twisting his weather-beaten features.

There was an uneasy silence as the other seven trainees waited with bated breath. It was just another close-combat exercise but even so: Alix had disobeyed a direct kill order and for that, there would be consequences. 

"You had the perfect opportunity for a kill-blow and what, you just couldn't be bothered?!” the instructor bellowed.

“Marianna, are you woefully inept or are you trying to piss me off?!" 

Alix clasped her hands behind her back tightly and anchored her feet to the ground like the proud roots of a tree. 

"Neither, sir!" she shouted back, meeting the major’s icy gaze without blinking. 

Larsson crossed his arms and uttered only one word: "Explain."  

"Sir, the target was already completely immobilized. One well-placed kick to the spine and she would’ve been paralyzed. I didn't find it necessary to go further, sir." 

"It's always necessary," he spat contemptuously and Alix chewed on her bottom lip silently, trying not to cringe from the acrid stench of cigar smoke hitting her face.

"You're an assassin, Marianna, not a goddamn Girl Scout! Your job is not to subdue, your job is to eliminate! How do you expect to perform in your interrogation tests if you can't stomach a kill?"

Out of the corner of her eye, the Philadelphian just barely caught the guilt-ridden glance Jennie was shooting her way but she ignored it.

Alix had made her choice and she wasn't sorry.

As their instructor initiated the call-and-response cadence that had become second nature since their first day, all eight of the trainees jolted into focus.

"Sparrows show–”

“No fear!”  

Larsson inclined his head ever so slightly and prompted again, barking, 

"Sparrows show--"

"No weakness!"

"Sparrows show--"

"No mercy!"

Following a brusque nod of approval, the instructor abruptly circled back to Alix.

“Mercy has no place here, Marianna," he reiterated, lips curling slightly into a sneer. 

"And if I see you holding back again, you will not have a place here either. Is that understood?" 

"Yes Instructor!"

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2 Years Earlier: December 1942. OSS Compound, United States.

Even with his back to her, Alix could still feel Nixon rolling his eyes at her when she crept up behind him for what had to be at least the fourth or fifth time.

“I heard your approach,” he droned in a bored-sounding monotone as she froze in her tracks. “Do it again.”

“We’re on a wooden floor and I’m in boots,” the trainee reminded him testily and as if on cue, one of the floorboards let out a squeak. “I’m trying to be as quiet as I can.” 

“Well ‘trying’ isn’t good enough,” Lieutenant Nixon snapped with his usual imperiousness but Alix could still hear the rising frustration in his voice.

“Do it again.”

“Sir,” the girl asked in a voice dripping with bitterness. “Am I ever going to get to actually perform the maneuver?”

“When you stop fucking up the approach,” was the clipped response.

“Stay low and I don’t want to hear even one goddamn creak behind me, is that clear?”

 

“...Yes sir.” 

It took three more attempts but by locating the creaky floorboards, she finally was able to shift her weight around them to approach without a single sound. 

Springing at her handler, she looped the garrote wire around his neck and kicking his knee out, easily bringing him down to the ground with the ligature tightly wrenched in place.

“Well-executed, Marianna!” Instructor Hartman cheered as he passed by. 

But as soon as she obeyed her case officer’s signal to release, Nixon was already back on his feet and back to criticizing her.

“Congratulations,” the Lieutenant remarked sarcastically. “You successfully took down a statue. Now let’s see you do it when I’m struggling.”

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1 Year Earlier: December 1943. SOE Compound, United Kingdom.

The near-stillness of the dank basement was interrupted only by two things: 

The drip-drip-drip of a leaking pipe and the stomach-churning sound of an interrogation in progress.

"I'll ask again, Franz,” Alix intoned, scrutinizing the prisoner’s bruised face intently. “Who were the messages for?" 

The blond youth only grunted in reply, shifting in the wooden chair as he made a futile attempt to loosen his bindings, and Alix slapped him across the face with a resounding Smack! that seemed to echo around the cold, isolated chamber. 

“Answer the question." 

Instead, the restrained SD operative spat at her, flecks of cherry-bright blood speckling the front of her shirt.

Thwack! 

Alix backhanded the courier this time with such force that the trainee could feel the ache settling deep into her wrist as his head snapped to the side. 

“Mind your manners.” Her dark eyes narrowed.

“And either tell me what I want to know or join your buddies out back in the boneyard.”

In response, the eighteen year old spat again, on the ground this time, and a couple bloodied teeth tumbling to the floor by the chair leg as he turned his head away. 

“I have nothing to say."

“Dannazione!” Alix swore in frustration before seizing the teenager by his collar and shaking him forcibly to get her point across.

“I am your lifeline here, kid,” she hissed desperately. “Do you understand that? All you have to do is give me a name and this all stops!”

Even from his watering eyes, the eighteen year old gave her a scathing glare.

“Deutschland must live, even if I must die,” he declared vehemently, parroting the slogan Alix recalled seeing in some of the confiscated Nazi propaganda they’d found on prisoners.

But before Alix could attempt to talk some sense into him, a sharp reprimand pierced the air:

“Marianna!”

And her shoulders sank. 

It was too late.

Taking a deferential step back as she listened to the clack-clack of Instructor Larsson making his way downstairs from the observation deck, the trainee could already feel the contempt emanating from the former commando.

Larsson was a good six inches taller than her, not to mention broader, and upon seeing him, the bound courier began to struggle harder against his restraints.

“I’ve had enough of you mollycoddling the boy," the instructor snapped. "Get on with it, will you?" 

"Get on with what, sir…?" Alix inquired, the sick feeling in her stomach only growing stronger. 

"It appears the prisoner has no intel. Maybe we sho–”

“No intel that he’s willing to share,” Larsson corrected, rudely silencing her with a raised hand. 

“And if you don’t wish to be removed from the program just before you're due in the field, it’d be wise of you to get me the information I requested, whether from him or one of the others.”

Alix felt her blood turn to ice at the implication and she clasped her hands tightly behind her back, having never felt more rigid in an at-ease position.

“What would you recommend, sir?” she asked, chewing anxiously on her bottom lip and praying to God that he wouldn’t say it.

But as usual, no one was listening to her prayers. 

Digging into his pockets, Instructor Larsson produced a pair of pliers and a handgun, both of which he held out to her. 

“Either start pulling teeth or put a bullet in his brain and move on to the next,” the commando ordered. “I know which I would choose. and it isn't the revolver.”

 Alix balked.

“But sir–” the trainee blurted out before she could stop herself. “He’s just a courier!”

He’s just a kid.

“He’s a Kraut,” the instructor snarled. “And you are training to be a Kraut-killer, are you not?"

"Yes sir."

"Then do your job."

With trembling hands, Alix picked up the gun, the harsh glare of the overhead lamp reflecting brutally off the barrel.

It was already loaded.

Her final test: her first kill.

Alix swallowed hard, forcing the rising bile back down her throat as she watched the SD's errand boy glare daggers at her from swollen eyes.

There was no anguish or fear visible on his face, only contempt, and Alix couldn’t help but wonder what kind of an ideology would fill children with such vitriol. 

He was only eighteen, after all, nothing more than a fanatical schoolboy playing spy, running errands for the Siecherheitsdienst without any comprehension of the gravity of his situation.

Alix felt sick. Surely if these kids had been indoctrinated so fast, there had to be a way to snap them out of it just as quickly. But–

"We have more prisoners for interrogation, Marianna,” Instructor Larsson barked, interrupting her thoughts as he scribbled something down inside her file, likely a disciplinary notice. “Get it done.”

In the back of her mind, Alix wondered sadly if Jennie’s last round of interrogations had been so young.

She didn’t know if she wanted the answer.

Was this what the Sparrow Program had been preparing her for all that time? Years of grueling mental and physical training just to become the glorified executioners of brainwashed teenagers?

Alix forced the thought out of her mind and raised the pistol just as the boy cried out the beginnings of a Sieg Heil.

He never finished it.

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[messrmoonyy]

Hello! So... I just finished reading your latest Tess fic and all I can say is WOOOOOWWWWW, I am shocked to the core. This was the best thing I have read in a while, I swear. Like always you did an amazing job! The angst hurt me so good🤧🤧🤧

I first want to thank you because you didn't write the part when the reader and Tess will eventually say goodbye to each other and that helps me a lot because I can imagine that something happend and they somehow stayed together, living happily ever after 🤧😭😭😭

Second I want to tell you how much I loved that we got to see Tess' perspective along the story. I loved seeing her start to realize how she slowly falls for the reader, but she kept denying it until the last moment when she finally gave in. I really loved how she would call the reader "sweetheart" (that made me feel things, it was so cute), trying to calm her down, hugging her, protecting her from that Marcus creep and still be like "yeah, I totally haven't fallen for her" MISS MA'AM YOU DID And I am obssessed with how you write Tess cause I found myself giggling and blushing. She is so hot and ughhh I just want her so bad.

Lemme tell you how much I loved when they went out and Tess got all protective and makes the reader all worked up because Tess says "she's mine" and holds her close, scaring Marcus away. She is so ughhhhh. And I love how flirty and playful the reader is, making the first move on Tess and giving her a hard time holding back. The reader's personality is just perfect for Tess, who is all serious but eventually gives in and drops the mask, allowing herself to feel something cause of the reader's antics.

Sorry I rambled so much!! Im just very excited you posted!! I hope you will take care of yourself in the mean time, since the fic you wrote was very long and that seems exhausting. Thank you again for your hard work, you amaze me everytime! <3

I think this is the longest piece of feedback I ever got and I fully might cry 😭

Thank you so so much! I couldn’t write the ending of them actually saying goodbye I thought it was best to leave it open so you guys can figure out how it ended.

It was just super fun writing as Tess and really getting into her head for a bit and seeing how she handles things and how shes so fuckin stubborn and stuff like that so I’m glad you enjoyed it too!

It was very long and I apologise for making you all read all that. But like. It was super fun! Thank you so much for your amazing feedback this made my day! 🫶🏻

[jenna-of-eluria]

Dreamed I was tracking this really awful case with woody allen and soon-yi vibes except I think they were related? There was some kind of mini series about their relationship where they went skiing and camped in the mountains. Idk they saw nothing wrong with this and decided to get married so a bunch of people showed up to wreck the vibe, myself included. I had this amazing looking super poofy skirt dress with some kind of sheer back panel piece with colored butterflies? It was amazing. And it even had pockets!!! I was so beautiful.

I played like I was in sailor moon with some kids there and also found a kitty cat!

Found a cute guy to flirt with. I did all the fun things.

And then I got changed and went to do some art project in a shared space somewhere close by. I ended up accidentally destroying someone else’s project like something out of the three stooges or mr. bean. I knocked something over and tried to pick it back up and it just got worse from there.

I left the shared space in tears and went back to the wedding dressed in my street clothes and on the way in I heard some people talking about attacking people attending the wedding and before I could get inside people started fighting - they were like… killing people. It was crazy. But I blended in with the crowd and got away.

Then i decided to leave so i got in my car and drove. I was thinking about the guy i flirted with and hoping he was okay when suddenly someone was chasing me and i had to get away. It was dark now and raining. I did my best drifting and found what i thought was a quiet space to wait out the crazy person chasing me, but no.

I’d parked nose to nose with one of those new f-150 trucks, but I was driving a compact car lol. I thought it was empty but it wasn’t. The guys inside thought that I was there to rat them out or chase them down or do something bad to them somehow, so they turned their truck on and blinded me with their headlights but I managed to reverse fuckin fast and do one of those nifty handbrake turn things and they were chasing me now.

It’s like..dawn now but still raining hard and they’re chasing me and I know they’re gonna kill me if they catch me. Eventually the cops that were looking for them catch up. I know this because guns are FIRING. I pulled into this parking structure with a car wash on the top (lol), and gun it to the top and pull into cover.

The truck and this huge line of cops go racing past, and then the gunfire transitions to hail. Hail everywhere. And then I woke up. Like 20 mins ago.

What the fuck.

[taxfraudhousewife]

hey toga i can’t even process your actual death i feel like im still processing the concept of your death

and i wish i could ask you what to do

you’re a normal guy sometimes i forget

i use muslim jesus like shorthand for something i can’t explain

and i think it made me forget you’re just a fuckin guy

that makes everything so much worse

you became a drinker and a nyquil addict

you were still preachy and you liked to gossip

doesn’t that make it so much fuckin worse

i’ve been trying to write about the terrible half known unknown

hoping once it’s in words it won’t be in my head

but i can’t explain it

terrible unknown suffering

in terrible context that makes optimism for retards

the shit i can’t admit

despite the evidence

the probably heavily censored story is all i have

she said zip tied to a lashing post

she said they left you there to die

she said it took days

lashing post niga what do you mean

what do you fucking mean

my brain is always going crazy imagining what your last few days were like

like did the courtyard have a roof

did it rain

i’ve been assuming they stripped you as genocidal sex freaks do

and assuming they did at least a little lashing if you were already on the lashing post

that scares me

their giant high wattage batons and where they might’ve stuck them scares me even more

the stories are terrible

and everyone says the same shit

i can’t stomach it

they can have everyone with a single drop of uyghur blood just not you

they can have hong kong and tibet and the whole continent just not you

i can’t just keep existing assuming the worst

i know not to be optimistic but i wish you’d reincarnate as a crow and tell me you didn’t get fucked in the ass with a taser baton

like i keep imagining it

everyone says it

EVERYONE FUCKIN SAYS IT

i’m losing my shit over here i can’t stop imagining it

niga every terrible fuckin story is happening to you at once in my head all the time

israel and russia and ukraine aren’t helping

hey news flash rape in warfare is fucked up

in ethnic cleansing

super fucked up

hey guess what if that happened to you no it didn’t

no thanks that will radicalize me (in a bad way)

i can’t stop imagining it

i try to picture you before

i can’t

you’re a whole ass person

and like i can’t even comprehend it

super dead super fuckin dead

insultingly dead

it feels like i’m the only one carrying you

i know that’s not true but i’m at least the only one in my subgroup of the family

i’ve been grieving you by myself and wishing you were here to grieve with me

i’m so pissed off at you for leaving me

because obviously it’s about me and not uyghur emancipation

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME

this is why we can’t have nice shit

can’t have nice fuckin uncles can’t have shit

toga i can’t make sense of it

i know that’s the point it’s senseless

the senselessness is gonna kill me

sorry

you would’ve handled it better

you would’ve turned this into angry letters to unhrc and revenge money to spend on lawyers

you wouldn’t have lost your fire

i’ve been clinging to what i have left in fleeting moments

but it doesn’t feel like fire anymore

it just feels like a dense fuckin void in my chest

suckin me inside out

not just because of you it’s everything

but you were kinda my last straw

just like that i was alone in my grieving again

i know that’s not that you want

i also know there’s a real good chance you don’t care what the fuck i do

that’s the most embarrassing part

i’m pissed off cause i still think

with only more time i’d be your right hand

and how dare you take that opportunity away

you were my opportunity for something more the only opportunity that’s ever meant shit to me

i know how stupid it is to wish for nothing more than to save the world with the only family whose politics you share

still i wish it hard

i thought i was gonna help you save the world

i believed in your fucking speeches

you don’t get it you were literally fuckin muslim jesus to me

everything you said i believed that you felt it and you made me feel it too

this is it this is my fucking religion now don’t you get it

i can’t believe anything else and i’m grateful for finally believing that i know some kind of fundamental truth

but i’m so lonely in this stupid religion

it feels like a disease

one id rather not suffer alone

one i’d have the time of my life with if only it’s suffered with you

i almost converted to islam

almost considered it at least

you would’ve laughed at me

i thought i’d find you there

i think i might be too mentally ill for religion

i liked praying with you

i would’ve converted if we could’ve done that more

it was cause i got to listen to you talk

and repetitive movements are lit

that’s a thing i try to remember instead

i thought you were tryna convert me

but holy shit it was kinda nice to hear you say

i’ll feel better after we pray

you’ll show me how

we’ll pray for east turkistan

and donetsk

and yemen

even the russians and the chinese too

even the americans

you said peace

for everyone

and i watched and listened and copied you

and it was warm and i was drunk and hungry

and you were just you

super sweaty and gross and shaking like a chihuahua

refusing to do what you’re supposed to

i kinda wished you’d stayed in bed

but what was i gonna do infringe on your human rights

so i just watched and listened and copied you

wondered if you were also trying to not faint

i’ve been trying to describe your voice in words

before i forget it completely

quiet and hushed like the walls are listening

passionately too serious when you get going

like you forget you’re not talking to foreign ministers

something deep and rich but muted and slightly sour like goat milk

maybe goat milk with honey cause you always tried to include me in conversation

this is unrelated but your cane made me freak the fuck out

still does

when i pulled up to the becky mansion i was mentally preparing to mask for eight hours

not that

that whole WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU thing

that’s how that started

i can’t explain it

i wanted to cry

wanted to personally curb stomp everyone who did that to you

wanted to hug you then i did

but you decided to fuck with me for mysterious muslim reasons

fuck you i wanted to cry i still wanna cry every time i think about it

why the fuck would you say that

everything felt like you personally wanted to torture me

but it didn’t feel like an accusation at least

[shangtusianheroes]

With Carol being the big star, getting a seat wasn't as hard as she thought it might be. Guess they had a section just for her friends and family. Lilac wasn't much in the mood for food though rapping her fingers on her arm as she watched the battle below. In all truth she was looking for Spades Angle in all of it. What was he after? What was he REALLY after! It couldn't just be the title could it? Perhaps he was trying to punish Carol for leaving by taking her title? But she had a feeling that he forgave them for that awhile ago. Probably after she pummeled Brevon and left him for dead. Knowing Lilac did what he couldn't had put his mind at ease on some level. Not that she gave a damn she still couldn't forgive him for his crime.

Still It bothered her, he never did anything without an angle involved, without something in it for him. While Battle Sphere Prize was certainly sizable it really didn't have his MO on it. She grit her teeth the more she thought about it. This whole thing stank, and the fact Zao even considered hiring the guy for Battle Sphere knowing the sort of dirty shit he was involved in? She was going to have a long talk with that little punk before it was over! She still had such a sore spot for what the Scarves did to her.

Still watching Carol's first match, had her grab the bridged of her nose. It was a pretty obvious ploy, but either Carol knew and still played along. Or---who was she kidding she'd have made that same move in some vain hope of getting through to her. Still it bothered her that they'd use such underhanded techniques. Still a valid one she guessed.

A Loud jeer seemed to knock her out of her thoughts as the person next to her was screaming at the top of her lungs!

" KICK HER ASS CAROL! CHOKE HER WITH THAT SCARF! YEA! BEAT HER ASS! WOOOO! "

Boy was she loud, and kind of super into the match she wondered who she was? Though she was super enthusiastic which lightened her mood. She couldn't help but giggle softly and shake her head, while the smaller boy next to her was hiding his face, either from embarrassment or maybe the crowd was getting to him.

" You alright? its pretty loud huh? You want my ear muffs? Might dull the sound a bit if its to loud..."

" n...n. no i'm ok... j..just embarassed... My sister is making a scene... "

" i ain't makin' a scene!?! i'm rootin' fer my friend! showin' my support--- BEAT HER ASS CAROL!?! NINJA KICK HER IN HER STUPID COS-PLAYING ASS! "

" I see... Friends of Carols huh? what interesting characters..."

She guessed she'd missed alot since she'd been gone. These were Mobians by the look of them. The green one was really into the moment, and the Fox seemed soft but enjoying himself. She wondered about them, but honestly she was oblivious to who they were. She'd have to ask Carol more about them later.

" Well any friend of Carol's is a friend of mine--- I'm Lilac! "

" Oh--- I'm Surge, this is my shit stain of a brother Kit. What's up with the horns? You dun look like goat... or a cow... or deer or..."

" SURGE! "

He covered his face

" Th...t...that's rude... we....we. shouldn't me...mention her horns..."

" What i think they are pretty horns--- just askin' a question runt! "

She couldn't help but laugh!

" Ah it's ok--- Super Honest aren't you, Well i'm a Dragon! so the Horns, are sort of part of that! if you stay any length of time in Avalice you'll see us now and again... but maybe don't point it out. Some of us can be touchy about it "

" Ah Right--- Cool a real fuckin' Dragon? Not Shit? that's bad ass! Never met no Dragon before... how do ya know Carol? "

" Oh i've known her since we were little, she's my best friend. Has been since either of us can remember. Growing up i use to joke she was like my tail---never far behind me. Now i think she's grown up and become her own person... really proud of her "

She paused

" how'd you two meet? "

" Oh she talked shit, and almost got hit! hah! then we busted some mail boxes for a laugh! now she's helpin' me move to Avalice an get away from some bad shit back home. Kinda jarring but, i am hopin' i can learn ta love this place... like Sonar "

" ... Carol has the oddest way of making friends... but she's never changed i all these years. Oh looks like intermission, i think ill grab something to drink--- Be back in a moment! and it was nice to meet you Surge, Kit "

" Yea, you to! don't take to long or you'll miss round 2! "

[starryarles]

this is me complaining about the DAY i had yesterday ty

i had to wake up at 5 yesterday, i feel like shit, but i think "okay maybe ur just tired, just get to ur exam so you can get ur certificate", i need to go to the capital to attend my "exam" aka doing someones toes, i buy a ticket, i'm stupid and also tired so i buy a one-way ticket, i think fine, i'll just buy one back from there, it's just an extra 10 euros, i get on the bus at 7.35, it's supposed to leave at 7.45, it leaves at 7.55 for no reason other than to make me late, we go super slow, stopping at 3 places to pick up passengers, we stop at our neighbouring citys bus stop to pick up more people, despite the bus being PACKED, we stay at that bus station for 20 MINUTES. atp i'm feeling like SHIT. i have never felt this awful in so fuckin long, i just wanna curl up in a ball and cry, and i'm getting motion sick, we start again and this bus driver is going SO FUCKIN SLOW. we stop at another citys bus station, people get off, more people get on, we're there for another 20 MINUTES. MIND YOU USUALLY IT'S 5 MINS, IT NEVER TAKES THIS LONG. we start again, we're using the old highway, that takes much longer than the new one, we get stuck in the paytoll because some tour busses went in the mtag lane instead of the cash lane, FOR ANOTHER 15 MINUTES. my god. at this point i can't even fall asleep anymore i feel so sick, i need to throw up, i just put my hand over my mouth and pray. we finally start again. MIND YOU. it's been an hour at this point. usually i'm in the capital by that point, no, this time we're a little less than halfway there, i contemplate just asking them to drop me off on the side of the road and calling a cab from literally anywhere, i didn't care abou the price at that point, i tough it out, we finally make it to the capital, it is 9.45 at this point. 2 whole hours. he makes 4627385 stops along the way of people who ask him if they can drop them off anywhere, he is such a sweet old man but at that moment in time i was sitting behind him and it looked so easy to just reach over and put my hands around his neck. we finally stop at the bus stop at 10. 2 hours and 15 minutes of hell. i need to go to the bathroom and i need to throw up all at the same time. i am in hell, i am not going anywhere near the bathrooms in the railway station in the capital, there are bacteria not found anywhere else on earth in there, there is a mall only a 5 minute walk away from the railway station and their bathrooms are clean. i sprint. my knee and ligaments have been killing me the past week, i don't care, i make it to the mall in 2 minutes, i make it to the bathrooms and at 10 am the mall is empty, i have never been more thankful, i puke and proceed to sit on the toilet for 10 minutes, it is now 10.15, did i mention that my exam was at 10?? i clean up, i wash my hands, i notice in my frantoc state i had put my bag down in a puddle on the floor, my bag has soaked up a puddle of which i can only hope is water from a mop, i spend another 10 minutes drying my bag, somehow i haven't cried yet, did i mention the salon is a 30 minute walk from the mall?? i get there at exactly 10.30. my dignity is nowhere to be found, i'm shaking as i'm about to do this womans toes, they think i'm nervous, i'm concentrating not to throw up on her feet, i finish, they say i can start working, i call my dad to come pick me up because i am not getting on another bus ever again. he takes an hour and 10 minutes to get there, in the meantime i walk around the same mall where i threw up that morning, i buy a few things, i buy a little christmas bear for the car as a gift to my dad, the entire time in the store i'm concertating so hard not to pass out or throw up, my dad picks me up and gets me home in about an hour, i have never been more thankful for this man, now summary, i have a sinus infection on my left side and a very slight fever, i am never taking that bus again and am never taking a morning appointment in a different city ever again.

[xxe123spiderfreakxx]

FOR THREE. LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

SHADOW AND ROUGE ARENT BESTIES ARE U FUCKIN KIDDIN ME (like he looked at her when she was frozen in time and he had like barely a reaction and my heart hurt UNGH)

that being said i do live rouge's voice and seeing her get to play in the space with all the characters and act like a pal that still does crime obvs but isnt always this sexy kitten but is still flirty and hyper femme! <333

and i love rusty rose and thorn so much ;-; i think black rose has yet to super interest me but that would make sense that it's hard to keep up the anty for every iteration of the main group.

That being said, I wish we had an evil/deeply gray Rouge or Big iteration like with Nine, Rusty and Dread (tho Dread is kind of wasted potential /:). I liked that Prim was more about her survival at first and turned her back on Thorn and Sonic, but obvs time constraints.

Again I'm mainly cranky that a lot of the screen time this season was a bombardment of the Eggman family like I'm sorry...those are characters that work in short burts pls let the furries get more time I'm begging.

The stuff happening between Sonic vs. the alternates of everyone, Sonic vs. Shadow and Sonic vs. Nine specifically is so interesting and messy and I don't know why that took a backseat, ESPECIALLY SHADOW ALMOST ENTIRELY, for most of the season.

Like like like is this eggman prime or...? also as funny as that giant eggman at the end was, it was still like, in the moment for me, so irrevelant to the drama happening with Sonic and Nine that i was like laughing nervously?

like i wasn't super hyped or invested in that moment until sonic went into prime!sonic or whatever his new super form is with the purple eyes. like i was like oh there's really a big eggman right there huh?

hm.

like ik marketing will never leave eggman out but god damn it should sometimes. and I love eggman but im realizing how much he takes away when there's promising seeds and ideas happening that get shortened, cut or strangled by having to insert him in all the time.

Like the season ending so well is the build up to Sonic and Nine's relationship going up in flames and much more dramatic than Sonic fighting more Eggman robots. Like I'm sorry, he functions best as secondary to the mobians and his screen time really should reflect that.

Like, are u really throwing visual stimuli on screen for the old sonic folks and the baby ones and some quick cheap jokes about boomers and white liberal millenials? cuz why else is that fam eating up so much time??

also when sonic did this so quick and ran i nearly pissed and shitted myself laughing that cut was righteous.

like grr!! there were good jokes and moments this season- if they focus on the stronger parts of season 2 for season 3 (and take as long as u want if it means it'll be good pls god fucking pay writers and artists well or i will literally wolf out and eat u alive) it'll be a kick ass season!

and ik it's probs treats for the sonadow fans and not a promise of a follow through on it but wow they were so fruity with each other this season i got embarrassed for them like ????? u guys are really acting like this and not thinking anyone knows what u are??? GAH

it almost tricked me for a second that something more could happen. but if shadow continues the amount of screen time he's had the last two seasons in the next season(s) then sonadow is the least of my concerns. probs wont be much of shadow at all, and that fucking sux cuz he's so cool in this show.

for the popularity of shadow in the fandom u would never know given the superficiality of his involvement in projects since his game flopped.

like prime and the sonic 3 movie gave me hope that would turn around but I'm like uh oh are they wiggling shadow at the doorway to get us in and shafting us once they got our cash? ugh.

being cynical sux but never again. voltron was my 9/11 fjxjjxxjdhdhhdhsj

my thoughts (screenshotted from my tags on other posts djdndj) on season 2 of sonic prime bc i didn't realize how many thoughts i was having until i saw posts and im losing it

(spoilers under cut off)

[grippingbeskar]

red or white? | frank castle

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 7.1k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (thigh riding, handjob, fingering) swearing, general sexual content, mention of death

a/n: HELLO sorry i haven’t been super active the past couple days but i am BACK and i have a few stories all lined up !!!! but i wrote this one a while back and first date frank owns my heart okay bye love u all!!!!

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His eyes shift between the two small bottles on the fractured kitchen sink. Why is he even thinking about this? Just fucking pick one. Make a decision. Act. He knows he can, years in the army had him making split second choices, choices that decided lives; the fate of the men around him. Bullets flying everywhere, heat of fire and blood spraying his face, he could choose the right answer, turn the right way, pick the right one to shoot first quicker than he could blink an eye. But right now, two tiny bottles of aftershave sitting in front of him, he can’t seem to make up his damn mind.

Maybe its because of what part of him is leading this decision. He always uses his head. He’s smart, he can think on his feet, he knows how to get out alive, but right now, the pumping rhythm in his chest was telling him what to do, and it took him for a fucking six.

You... you left him dazed and sweaty, like he’d just run a marathon trying to hold your gaze. Getting frustrated at how ridiculous he was being, he shoved both the bottles off the sink, a single swipe of his hand sending them both flying, nearly shattering them.

“Hey! Don’t break those. They were a gift from my wife.” Micro shouts from the control room, and Frank leans down to pick them up, screwing the lid off one bottle blindly and tapping it on his neck. It smells fine, he doesn’t really care, but he hopes its the one you like. 

“Which one did she like?” Frank says, coming back into the main room, adjusting his tie. He hadn’t worn a suit like this in years, and as much as the tie felt constricting, and he had definitely filled out these pants more than he remembered, it felt good to be back in one. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he has to swallow hard, memories of the last time he saw himself like this, wearing something like this flooding his brain. He clung to the image of you, the promise of you at whatever fancy fuckin’ restaurant he’d finally made the decision to reserve, and the thoughts disappeared enough to hear a reply.

“Why? You trying to pick up my wife?” Micro spins around in the chair to face him, giving an approving nod at his appearance. Thats good enough for Frank.

“Already did. Remember?” He points at the camera where Micro would have seen him and his wife kissing, and the grumble that comes out of him makes Frank laugh. His phone buzzes on the table, and his smile grows when he sees your name pop up on the screen, telling him your about to leave. 

“Get out. Have fun on your big date. Maybe your incredible personality will be enough for her to overlook that haircut.” Micro spun back around, the sarcasm in his voice dripping through the insult, but Frank just laughs again, clicking the keys to the van. If he had a better ride than this, he would have offered to pick you up, done the whole gentleman thing, but you live right above the restaurant, and he had to admit he felt a little embarrassed at the thought of you seeing him roll up in this. 

Everything about you made him nervous. In a good way, he thinks. Starting the car and putting his hands on the wheel, he notices how sweaty his palms are. God, he’s acting like a fucking kid. You make him feel like just that, though. A kid, falling in love for the first time again, and thats what it was, for him at least. He’d been in love with you since he’d seen you that first night, taking on two guys with machine guns with nothing but your bare hands and a couple of shards of glass. You took them down with a class and expertise he’d only seen in the mirror, and the way you didn’t back down from him, didn’t question why he was there, just asked him to ‘Get out of your fucking way’. 

Sure, maybe not the most romantic of beginnings, but he never had to hide from you, from the start you saw all of him, all the fucked up, ugly parts, and still stuck around, and that meant more to him that he could put in to words. He pulls out of the garage he’s been calling home for the past couple of months, and sends up a prayer he doesn’t somehow fuck up the best thing he’s almost had. 

You have tried on every dress you own, but nothing works. Staring at the mess of about 30 dresses you accumulated for tonight specifically, a mix of clothes borrowed from your friends, ones you had worn to some weddings, and a few brand new ones, you suddenly felt like everything made you look like you were wearing a paper bag. You were a mess ever since he asked you out, nearly vomiting from nerves just hours before.

You have never acted like this, your life was one full of near death experiences, but tonight seemed like the most daunting one. Frank was just perfect, and you were so scared you were going to say something dumb, do something stupid, your hands were shaking and your stomach flipping like a rollercoaster. Ever since you had met him, there had been this underlying, flirty chemistry between you, but you knew his past and he knew yours, both of you never making a move until a week ago. 

                           * * * * flashback * * * *

It was the dead of night, and you were both holed up on the top of a roof, Frank staring down the line of his sniper, you eating some cold Chinese food that lost all its heat the minute you opened it, exposing it to the increasingly freezing wind. It picked up, making your hair fly wildly behind your head.

“Ten bucks you dont make this shot.” You said into the dark, only catching the glint of a smile on Franks face.

“No faith.” He mumbles, pushing his face hard into the lens of the sniper, and you could see the mark it was going to leave. Watching him shoot always left you in awe, but something was different about tonight, the way his mouth twitched as his focus fell around him like a shield, blocking everything out but him and his target. You found yourself wishing he would focus that hard on you, and as if he was reading your mind, he spoke. “Wanna make it interesting?”

“Whats not interesting about ten bucks?” You smile, and he shifts his body a little, not looking at you.

“Fine. Ten bucks, but I want something else if I win.” Your head tilts, and he still doesn’t take his eyes off the target. 

“Alright, big guy. Let’s hear it.”

“A date.” The wind whistles through your ears and you think you must of misheard him, but the physical reaction your body has, blood rushing to your head and your heartbeat so hard it moves your chest makes you think you didn’t.

“A date.” He makes a little ‘mhmm’ sound, moving the snipers stand to get a better angle. 

“What kind of date?” You ask, so soft your not sure if he caught it.

“A date. You in a pretty dress, I’ll wear a suit. Nice restaurant, walk in the park. The whole nine yards.” His voice is so deep, so sure of what he wants. Thankfully he isn’t looking at you, because your giant grin would give away how long you had been waiting him to ask. 

“Thats what you want?” You honestly just want to hear him say it again, and he obliges. 

“Thats what I want. A real date. No cheap take out food, no missions, none of that shit. Just you n’ me.” You have to turn away, bite your lip, dig your fingernails into your palm just to control yourself enough to reply.

“Make the shot, then.”

He fires as soon as you say it, and even you can see he made it flawlessly, straight through the eye as the body falls to the ground, your heart doing the opposite.

                       * * * * end of flashback * * * *

Finally, you just close your eyes and pick a damn dress, landing on a long emerald green one, shiny material reflecting under the lights in your room. You hold it against your hand and you notice how well the colour compliments your skin, and you hope its enough to keep his attention on you. Carefully sliding it over your already done hair and makeup, you quickly shove on some plain shoes that were covered by the dress anyways, and as you are flicking through some earring choices, you hear the beep of your phone and your heart stops, knowing who it is. He’s waiting down the bottom of your apartment building, he refused to let you walk to the restaurant alone, even if it was a street away. You live on a pretty fancy block, so the whole area was full of nice places to eat, not that you could afford to eat there, only getting the apartment in the inheritance your parents left you. 

Choosing some small gold hoops, you grab your phone and your clutch. You go to leave, but stop before you open it. Taking a deep breath, you try to convince yourself this is really happening. You have no idea where this night is going to go, but you know where ever Frank is, thats where you want to be. You psych yourself up like your about to go on one of your missions, and walk out of your apartment, taking the elevator down to the main lobby where you know he’s waiting.

Frank is a mess. He’s pacing a little, and the door guy is giving him a side eye so intense Frank is about a second away from knocking his fucking lights out. That is, until, everything melts away when you step out of that elevator, looking like something out of his dreams. He has to clench his jaw otherwise it would be hanging open, and he’s kicking himself because how did he not notice you hiding a body like that? He doesn’t know that name of that colour your wearing but its his new favourite, and he isn’t shy about the way his eyes scan your body, passing down over your hips and stopping to admire the sliver of skin that shows when you take a step, the slit in your dress practically calling his name. You stop in front of him, and he can’t find words. He is still taking in the sight of you, your body, every curve accented and soft and fucking gorgeous, and it’s only when he raises his head that he finds your eyes, still as pretty as he remembered. He swallows, and a small smile comes across your face.

“Hi.” You say softly, you two so close that its all you allow. Frank doesn’t reply, just lets his eyes drop down your body again. You feel like he can see through you, and you have never seen the look that glazes his eyes now. You hope thats a good thing. You aren’t exactly shy about the way you check him out either. He looks damn good in a suit, the pants tight and fitted, making his legs seem bigger than you remember. He towers over you and your face is in front of his tie, the tight collar filling your vision and imagination. Christ, you need to get a hold of yourself; the date hasn’t even started and your already picturing him naked. 

“You look..” he shakes his head and your smile grows. “You look like an angel.” Your mouth opens at his compliment, breath shaking as you exhale. You are reminded why he makes you so nervous, and you giggle under the pressure.

“You shaved.” You imagine him in the bathroom, carving away the stubble that you saw him with last, just for you. It takes a second, but he smiles and starts laughing with you.

“I did.” He offers you his arm and you take it way too quickly to be playing it cool, walking out into the night, head in the clouds and eyes on him.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 

“Are you supposed to drink red or white wine with fish?” You peer over at Frank from your menu, and you are relived to see he looks just as confused as you.

“When it costs this much, you drink whatever the hell you want.” You raise the menu over your face to hide your laugh, but he doesn’t, and you relish in the fact that you get to see it. His smile changes his whole face, and it lights up his eyes in a way you haven’t had the chance to admire before tonight. Usually when you see him his face is either covered in blood or hidden in the dark, but under the orange lights of the restaurant, you can stare at him as much as you want. The waiter comes over to take your order, and you dont miss how respectful Frank is to him, smiling at him and handing over the menu, and you are so lost in your admiration that you miss the waiter asking you for your choice. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t catch that. What was the question?” They were both looking at you, and even thought the waiter was considerable older than Frank, they looked like they had already become friends, sharing a knowing look and you squint at Frank, suspicious. 

“I think the lady got a bit distracted. Is that right, sweetheart?” His leg touches yours under the table and your muscles seize in surprise, but they dont move away. You just nod and smile, and the waiter returns it.

“Your date has already ordered for you, but I was just asking for the wine preference. House red or white?” You look at Frank, who is no help, his eyes currently caught somewhere between your face and your chest. You remember what he said earlier, and decide to go out on a limb. 

“Do you have anything... pink?” You look up to the waiter, who just nods, answering in a ‘I know just the thing’ kind of smile and walks away. You look at Frank again, whos eyes have finally found your face again. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Good choice.” You catch the smirk he tries to hide under his hand, and you wish you were closer. Maybe to swat at him for laughing, and maybe to do something else. 

“Hey! You said to get whatever I want, and what I want is pink, sugary wine.”He laughs now, eyes sparkling. “You will be eating your words when you try it.”

“I have. Its good shit, I wasn’t lying.” 

“Since when did the Frank Castle drink pink moscato in his spare time? I would have picked you for a ‘whiskey from the bottle, no ice ‘cause I’m tough’ kind of guy.” The waiter returns, filling your glasses with the pretty pink liquid, and Frank hands the first glass to you, your fingers brushing his when you take it, and the fire his accidental touch leaves behind makes your heart ache. He raises his own glass, and replies before taking a sip of his own.

“Guess you dont know everything then, huh?” You squint at him again and drink your own glass, the alcohol simmering in your empty stomach, and you aren’t sure if the blush that spreads over your cheeks is from the alcohol or the way Frank leans back in his chair and looks at you, assessing. 

You both talk about your days, Frank making fun of the way you still eat fruit loops for breakfast every morning, and you being genuinely shocked that he spent three hours cleaning guns, as if anyone would need to spend that long on cleaning a weapon. Conversation flows as naturally as it always does, and the nerves begin to settle under the pink wine in your stomach. This is how it feels to be with him, like its the most natural thing in the world, and you begin to scare yourself by how much you are leaning on this working out. It was a bet to him, after all. Wasn’t it?

Frank can’t believe his luck. He’s sitting in the fanciest restaurant he’s ever been in, eating a giant lobster that probably cost more than his watch, and the attention of the prettiest girl in the room is on him. You had taken his breath away when he saw you, and he instantly felt like he didn’t measure up, but the way your eyes raked him, the way you were so lost in him you didn’t even order for yourself, wrapped up in whatever thoughts your imagination stirred up made his ego soar. 

The things he would do to get inside that head, to see what you were thinking about him. About this. He only bet you this night because he had no other idea how to break that weird wall he’d built up between you. The night wasn’t even over, and he’s finding himself worried about it being over, and never getting to take you out again, missing the chance to have his hands on you again, be so close he could smell your perfume, feel the heat of your breath on his cheek when you spoke. It set him alight, made his blood burn in his veins, rushing and sparking. He stares up at you, digging in to your meal, and he can’t help it.

“I meant it, before. You look damn beautiful in that dress.” You nearly choke on the food you were swallowing, the compliment feeling so much more intimate, packing hundreds of nights with words left unsaid behind it. 

“You look good, too. Never seen you in a suit before.” You smile, taking a big gulp of your drink, Frank filling up your glass attentively when you finish. 

“Job doesn’t really call for it.” You cant help the laugh that tumbles out of your mouth, and a slightly proud smile washes over Frank. “Wouldn’t mind if you wore that dress next time, though.” Your eyes wash over with surprise and a little bit of something else, the leg Frank has stretched out under the table moves to slide against the outside of your thigh, and you suppress the shudder his simple touch draws from you. 

“Maybe I will.” You say from behind your wine glass, biting you lip, and Frank opens his mouth, but is interrupted by the waiter taking your empty plates.

“Are you planning on ordering a dessert?” He asks as he stacks the plates, and Frank looks at you, letting you take the lead.

“Yes, please. What do you have?” You grin up at the waiter and he leans down, hiding his face from Frank.

Frank is now the one left in the dark, and as the waiter gets a little closer, Franks leg instinctively slides closer to you. He is not jealous, thats ridiculous. You weren’t even his, this was one date, but God how he wanted you to be. Then he wouldn’t have to push down the urge to grab your hand, thread his fingers between your own, kiss you nice and slow over the table and make everyone here know you were with him and him alone. The waiter leaves and Franks eyes follow him, making sure the smile on his face was only a professional one.

Franks legs have one of yours between them, and every time he pulls his chair in a bit or slides down to get comfortable, he inches tortuously close to you, and you know you wont get what you desperately want here, or maybe at all. Part of you wants to take it slow, if you get to take it at all, but another part thinks both of you have waited long enough, fought hard enough that you shouldn’t deny either one of you what you want any longer. It doesn’t help that his tie has come a little loose, sliding to the right and you can now see the trail of buttons down his dress shirt, every inhale making a little bit of skin show, taunting you.

The giant Sunday bowel lands in between you, and when you look up at the waiter and smile, he gives you a little wink, and you notice he only left one spoon. Looking back at Frank, you can tell he’s picked up on it too, ever the observer. He picks up the spoon, swirling it around and picking up some of the ice cream and chocolate sauce. You lean over the table and so does he, getting as close as possible with the barrier in between you. 

“Tell me how it tastes.” He says, his voice low in his throat as he brings the spoon towards your lips. Opening your mouth you welcome the sweet taste, the cold ice cream and warm chocolate sauce a heavenly mix in your mouth, and you hum in approval, closing your eyes and hollowing your cheeks, making sure you get every drop.

Frank is going to give that fucking waiter his entire wallet as a tip. Watching you as your lips wrap around the spoon, taking it a little deeper than you probably need to, you put on a show for him as you take the first bite, and his pants become tighter than he thought possible. 

“So fucking good, Frank.” You take the spoon back into your mouth and get the rest of the ice cream. He is whipped now, and when a tiny moan escapes the back of your throat he nearly shoves the table out from between you and takes you on the floor. You pull back, reaching for it and scooping up the same amount.

“Your turn.” Frank opens his mouth, but he doesn’t take his time, doesn’t close his eyes to enjoy the taste. No, he keeps his eyes on you, making sure you see how his tongue flicks out and takes the spoon in his mouth. He swallows, and with expert precision he cleans the spoon, within seconds letting it drop out of his mouth, perfectly clean. “Did you even taste it?”

“Sweet.” He says, but his eyes aren’t on the ice cream. You take a big scoop and keep your eyes on him as you eat it, letting the ice cool down the rush of heat his eyes send into you. A little bit of melted ice cream falls form the corner of your mouth, and Frank catches your chin in his hand, so fast, like he was waiting for it. 

Swiping a thumb up and over your mouth, he takes the spoon out of your mouth and his thumb continues across, cleaning your lips of any scarce part of mess. You think you might pass out, but when his hand leaves you and he takes his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the taste of the ice cream and you onto his tongue, you’re pretty sure you actually do pass out. 

“Like I said. Sweet.” he smiles innocently and scoops up some more ice cream, putting it back to your mouth, and you open immediately. “You like that?” Nodding, your thighs go to squeeze together but you forget that his leg is already between your own, and instinctively he reacts by using his other leg to keep the pressure on. No one can see under the table, so when one of his hands brushes against your bare knee, hardly even touching you, you practically pant under the mouthful of ice cream he feeds you. 

Frank can’t help it, he thinks he will tear this restaurant apart if he doesn't touch you, any part of you in that moment. He lets the pads of his calloused fingers reach out and touch the soft skin just above your knee, and he can feel himself slowly losing that composure he’s worked all night to keep together. Removing the spoon from your mouth again, your eyes flutter open and find him, your cheeks blushing red.

You both stare at each other, Frank finishing the last of his wine as he signals for the waiter. You reach for your bag, ready to pay at least some of this extremely expensive bill and get out of here, at least get yourself some fresh air so you can focus on the rest of the night, but when you look up, Frank has already signed the receipt.

“Frank. I could have paid, really. You didn’t have to...” His eyebrows cross in confusion.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He shrugs him off, and as you thank him, you look over seeing he left a very large tip, smiling as he writes a little ‘thank you’ on the bill. Frank gets up and offers you a hand which you take and dont let go of, letting your fingers intertwine.

Walking out of the restaurant, you have no idea where you’re going but you don’t care, you would walk all the way across New York if it meant Frank would keep holding your hand.

“I wanna show you somethin’, okay?” He murmurs in your ear, the hot kiss of his words making you shiver, realising how cold you are. Without saying anything he slides off his jacket and, unlinking your hands he slides it over you, wrapping his strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You slide your arm around him, and you feel his muscles flex under your touch just for a second, and then relax. He kisses the top of your head and you hide your face in his shirt. This was so different than any other night you’ve spent together, but some how it feels so much better, it feels right. 

Frank feels at peace. It takes a lot for him to feel relaxed, to even fall asleep these days, but right now, with your arms wrapped around each other, nothing has made him this mellow in a long fucking time. Rounding a corner, the noise of the street disappears, the trickling of the river you finally reach the only sound.

“Holy shit.” You breath, taking in the sight in front of you. You dont know how deep into the park you are, and you had to go through a gate that Frank locked behind you to find it, but the river looks clean, the stars reflecting perfectly in its still water, ripples from the tiny waterfall at the peak the only disturbance. You dont realise Frank had stepped away from you until he comes back, his arms spinning you around to face him and pulling you against his chest.

“Hi.” You dont know what else to say, and he exhales and that famous side smile grows on his face. “This was worth the ten bucks I lost.”

“Yeah?” You nod, and he laughs.

“I think I might bet you more often.” Testing the statement, you want to see how he reacts. Is that all this is to him? The way his body reacts tells you it might be more, but he’s so damn hard to read, you need to hear him say it.

“You don’t have to bet me to take you out, sweetheart.” There it is. The air changes, and you dont feel cold anymore. You slide his jacket off your shoulders and it hits the ground behind you, his hands coming up over your shoulders, ghosting your collarbones, giving you goosebumps.

“No? What should I do, then?” Your voice shakes when you ask, because one of his hands is on the side of your neck and his head starts to dip, the promise of his mouth on you makes your core tighten.

“You just have to ask. I’ll do whatever you ask.” His face drags away from your neck, and you nearly whimper at the loss of the almost touch. He looks at you, its so overwhelming and suffocating and you want to drown in what you feel. 

Your hands come up and play with his tie, loosening it a bit more, and Frank swallows. He’s waiting for you, like he did all night, like he always does. Even on a mission he lets you set the pace, him taking care of anything you cant handle, but you want to handle this, you want this.

“Please, Frank.” His hand moves from your neck to your face and forces you to look up at him. 

“Please what? Whatever you want, sweetheart. Say the words.” Your eyes close because you dont think you can look at him and say it.

“Kiss m-” He crashes against you and the wind leaves you in the best way, tasting him just as desperate as you are. He tastes like pink wine and chocolate; you cant get enough of it. Its fast paced and dizzying, and he takes a couple of steps forward, lifting you off the ground with one arm, just so you dont have to walk yourself, and stops when he presses you against the tree. The bark digs into your back a little but you dont care, the hand on your hip sliding up your body, exploring while his tongue does the same in your mouth is enough to cover the pain.

Frank is lost. Lost in the taste of you, the feeling of that fucking dress over your body. The only thing stopping him from tearing it to pieces is the fact that he wants you to wear it everywhere, all the time. His hands grip and pull at you and when they slip around to find your ass, the moan that you whisper into his mouth makes his head spin. The cold air seemingly doesn’t hit either of you, panting hot air makes little clouds of fog in between you when you finally tear yourselves away from each other long enough to get a breath in.

His hands dont stop touching you, the one on your ass slides up your back, pulling you off the tree so you are pressed flush against him. Your hands slide down from his neck and do a little exploring of your own, dragging down those abs that you’ve dreamt about touching for months. Your fingers feel every ridge and bump through his dress shirt, and you close your eyes, imaging whats underneath. 

“You have any idea how many times I imagined your hands on me?” You didn’t realise Franks reaction to your explorative touch, and when you look up his face is in ruins. His eyebrows are bunched together, eyes closed and his mouth is open slightly, trying to suck air in but he can’t focus on breathing. You love that you have this effect on him, and your hands find his face and kiss him again.

This is slower, more like a conversation that a declaration. You listen to what he wants, his tongue sliding deeper into your mouth and you let him take control, silently desperate for him to overwhelm you. You know how turned on you are by the shiver in your body and how tight your core is, but when his hand finds the skin of your upper thigh, the dampness in between your legs is evident to even you. 

Frank feels like he has to tie himself down to take this slow. He wants you to be comfortable, but the sound you make when his hand slips inside your dress, not even touching you makes him bite the inside of his mouth so hard he tastes blood. His face is an open book, every twitch of his mouth a tell of how bad he wants to ruin you for everyone else, make sure there isn’t a night where you dont lay down and think of him, so you are in just as much agony as he is when you aren’t with him. He pulls away from your lips but is quick to find your neck, instantly zoning in on that sweet spot, marking you with soft scrapes of his teeth and tongue, biting and soothing over and over. The hand in between your legs presses on your inner thigh, a silent instruction and you follow, spreading your legs a little wider. He leans you back against the tree and his leg comes between your thighs, your entire heat against him.

“Fucking hell.” You moan out, unable to stop the way your body moves slightly against his leg. He moves closer and takes more of your weight on top of his thigh, only adding to the pressure and relief. You are so turned on you think you might come just from this alone, but its when he starts talking you know you are fucked.

“That feel good, baby?” He purrs into your ear and you moan and nod in response. His hands come to your hips and he moves you, grinding you against him. Sparks explode in your entire body, and your head rolls forward to rest on his shoulder. He grinds you against him again, making you whimper his name, pleasure making your hips jerk on their own.

“This is all I was thinking about in that fuckin’ restaurant, you know that? Wanted to bend you over the table and have you make those pretty little sounds in front of everyone.” He nudges your head up with his own and kisses your mouth again, swallowing every moan with eager force. 

“God, F-Frank. Why didn’t you?” You would let him do anything, anything right about now, even if he fucked you in front of a thousand people, you wouldn’t care as long as he was there. This seems to catch him off guard, both of your eyes meeting, his expression slightly less dazed than your own.

“Would you want me to do that? My sweet girl, wanting me to fuck her in front of all those rich assholes. Make them wish they can have you.” You just whisper his name over and over as he drags you against him again. You can feel the pressure in your stomach growing and the dampness of Franks pants increasing, but its still not enough, so you reach your hands out and find his belt, undoing it without dropping his eyes.

“Wanna feel you, too.” You kiss his jaw, then his nose and he nods against your forehead. Your hands dives into his pants, and although there isn’t a lot of room for movement, and your hand is dry, the sound that comes out of Frank is strangled, and his hands push your hips forward, pressing your heat almost directly against his erection.

Its the hottest thing he’s ever seen, you grinding yourself against him, hasty and desperate to wrap your hands around his cock. He loves every fucking second, the slight pain that your soft hand drags up his dry length makes him shake under your touch, and everything in his body contracts and relaxes when your thumb brushes over his tip. 

“Fucki- shit. Shit you feel so good. You drive me fuckin’ crazy.” He kisses you everywhere, your face, your neck, forehead, collarbone, anywhere his lips can reach from this angle, like every part of you tastes different and he needs to experience them all, all the time. It sends you spinning under him, and his constant grinding against you paired with the twitch of his cock under your hand pulls you closer, the tightness in your core so close to snapping you think you might cry.

“Frankie, p-please. M’gonna cum, please.” His hands dig into your hips and keep their pressure on his thigh, and your hips start jerking to speed up, simultaneously speeding up your hand on his dick.

“You’re fuckin’ desperate, ‘ts so fucking sweet. Gonna make me cum too, baby?” Your mouth drops open, no longer able to control yourself and your head leans back against the tree, your chest pushing out in Franks eye line.

“Yes! Fuck, need it so bad p-p-” You cant form any more words as Frank attaches his mouth to your tits, biting and sucking, vibrating moans coming from him as you work him in your hand. You go faster, gripping him tighter and trying to reach every part of him you can, and you can feel him tightening under your touch. You look down at him and see the marks he has begun to leave on your cleavage, a bright purple hickey obvious under the soft moonlight. There would be no way to hide what he did, and that thought sends your eyes rolling back in your head.

Frank knows your close, his hands doing all the work as your own does all of his. He doesn’t know where he is finding the strength to stand, your hand feels so soft and perfect against him he never wants you to stop. He kisses you again and cant take it anymore, pulling his leg out from under you and shoving his hand under your dress, sliding two fingers inside of you, thumb drawing slow circles on your clit. You instantly tighten around him, and he curls, hearing your strangled cry as a green light he’s working you just right. He knows he wont last much longer, and wants to make this as fucking perfect for you as possible before he loses himself.

“S’ fuckin’ perfect, baby. Gonna cum with me like a good girl, yeah?” You nod and can only say his name. “Thats it, say my fuckin’ name.”

“Frank! Frank, F-Fran-k!” Whatever he wants you will do, and your entire body is on fire.

“You’re mine. You know that? Mine.” He whispers in your ear and you can hear him struggling to keep it together. 

“Yours. I’m yours, Frankie.” You say each others name in unison and you feel him flex under you as you both finally cum at the same time.

Its intense and a feeling so all encompassing that you think you black out for a second, and Frank loses his grip, both of you starting to slide down towards the floor as you struggle to keep your hold on each other. You keep stroking Frank in your hand and he stays inside of you, neither of you wanting this to end. Your hand loses its grip when he hits the floor and smashes his lips to yours, a brutal force that makes you whimper, surrendering to him completely. 

He takes your bottom lip between his lips and pulls, making your eyes open only to roll back at the feeling of him. He flips you off the grass and puts you on top of him, both of you panting. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, eyes on you and breathing hard through his nose.

“Sweet.” He says and your jaw shakes watching him. His hand comes around to the back of your head and pulls you closer, just shy of his mouth. “Your turn.” Then his lips find yours and he makes you taste yourself. Your tongue searches his mouth, wanting to taste the mix of him and you together, the best thing you’ve ever had. His hand comes to your throat, pulling you down onto him harder, and the slight lack of oxygen makes you shiver. That and the freezing grass under your bare shins.

Frank notices and as much as he wants to fuck you right here in his lap, more than he wants anything, he wants to take you home so he can take his time and explore every single curve of that fucking body under that dress. 

He presses a final kiss to your lips and stands with you, allowing you to find your feet before doing up his belt. He finds his discarded jacket and hangs it over your shoulders before looking you over, watching you try to smooth out your hair.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” His hands smooth out the creases in your dress and pulls it slightly so the slit hangs straight over your leg. While you watch him, its impossible to ignore the giant purple hickey on your left breast, and he doesn’t miss it either. He leans down to kiss it.

“Sorry.” He mumbles against your skin, pressing light kisses back up to your face, where you take his in your hands and shake your head.

“Dont be. I like it.” His eyebrows go up, and he smiles a little.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Want people to know I’m yours.” He groans and presses you against him, and you have a feeling if you dont start walking now you will never leave this park. 

You drag him by the hand towards the gate and he takes two steps and catches up to you, swinging his arm lazily around your shoulder. He leans on you as you both walk through the park, walking so much slower than on your way.

“That was a pretty spot.” You break the happy silence you were walking in.

“Hmm.” He bends and mumbles against your shoulder, kissing it.

“How’d you find it?” 

“Chased a guy through there once. Held him down in the pond.” You burst out laughing, half in shock. “What?”

“You took me to somewhere you killed a guy on a first date?” You are still laughing, shaking your head at his fucked up logic. He just shrugs.

“He didn't die there. Went to hospital, died of complications.” You just roll your eyes.

“So romantic.”

“You said first date.” He says and you look up to him. “That mean I’m gonna get a second?” Again you look to the floor, the mere idea making you nervous all over again.

“If you play your cards right.” He clicks his tongue, and then scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style through the cascading trees of the park.

He doesn’t need to play anything, you knew there would be a second, a third, and how ever many dates he would take you on. You knew from the moment you saw that twinkle in his eye there was no way you were letting him go.

Frank, on the other hand, knew straight away, and there will never be enough restaurants in the world for the amount of dates he will take you on, but covering New York was pretty good start. 

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HEY BAE. i just wanna say that your Elephant in the room series are PERFECT! i just fucking love it. And for request could i ask for hurt comfort, either platonic or romantic, it doesnt matter. So, Alfie Solomons is a big and scary man that just happens to have a little, talktive and pretty girrl that follows him around, she is a thief of jewels that works with him and is very bubbly and talktive and people are usually annoyed by her talktiveness, so one day someone is rude to her or something and Alfie gets mad at them for direspecting her and he is like "Why didn't you punched them dove?" and she is like "If i punched everyone that cursed at me my knucles would be broken beyond repair" or something and Alfie is like "Dumb bitches". Im sure you already noticed this is very much self indulgent lmao but also yikes

“Fifty-fifty” — (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader)

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SUMMARY — Alfie Solomons didn't tolerate thieves. Unless of course said thieves would act on his behalf and bring him London's finest jewels.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Hello!!! I really hope this was what you were looking for and I captured your idea like you wanted, I must say this was super entertaining to write! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

WORD COUNT — 1,090

The first time you met Alfie Solomons was also the first time—and the last—when you tried to steal anything around his bakery. To be honest, you weren’t particularly careful that day, but you never suspected Alfie to have as many men guarding the place as he had. You’ve heard so much about the Camden boss that it became an ambition of sorts to see if you could steal from him. That ambition, you soon realized, would lead you to some particularly treacherous waters soon enough...

You were too cocky and it led to his men spotting you around the yard in two minutes flat. At first you were sure you could escape them—until one of them grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and held you in place. Yes, you were quick and nimble, but that unfortunately also meant you had little to no physical strength.

“The fuck you doin’ here?!” he barked and squeezed your arm so hard you yelped.

It caused you to drop whatever you hadn’t managed to store inside your pockets.

“Fuckin’ thief!” the other man spat in your direction.

“Let me go!” you shouted and managed to kick one of the man in the knee, causing him to scream in surprise and the other twisting your arm so hard you thought it would break.

You fought tooth and nail to break yourself free, but the men wouldn’t leave you alone until finally the loud bang of a shot fired straight above their heads brought them back to reality.

“The fuck’s this?!” Alfie shouted and you grunted when one of the men pushed you away straight into a muddy puddle.

“Boss, the… the boy was stealin’,” the man said and you spat at his boots.

“I’m–!” You were ready to contest the notion of the “he”, but finally decided against it as the boss of Camden Town himself pointed a gun to your head.

“Get up,” Alfie ordered and you froze.

You looked at him, then at his men who still surrounded you from every angle. There was no way you could escape them.

Finally, the decision was made for you as Alfie grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, then practically dragged you into the dark depths of his bakery. You did not dare to scream.

It was only when he shut the door to his office and put his gun away when you finally managed to regain your composure.

“You gonna touch me now, old man, that it?” you barked in his direction and he laughed, he honest to God laughed, before shaking his head and grunting something in what you were sure were at least three foreign languages forced together into one incomprehensible chain of profanities.

“Fuck off,” you scoffed and looked around the office again. “And by the way! I’m a girl. Just in case you had any ideas, yeah?” You took off your dirty cap to reveal your hair and noticed that this time Alfie paid attention.

“Yeah, I know.” He sat down behind his cluttered desk and pointed at your trousers. “Ya got nothin’ valuable in those pockets except for that, yeah? But you go babblin’ ‘bout ya bein’ a girl an’ all to those men an’ you expect me to believe you don’t know they had their own ideas, luv?”

“Fuck you!”

“Yeah, don’t think so. You come to my house, right, my fuckin’ place of business, you steal from me, yeah, then ya get into a fight an’ you expect me to respect your fairer sex? You’re fuckin’ ridiculous, ‘s what you are, luv, but don’t go blubberin’ ‘bout these streets ‘bout how you’re a woman in fuckin’ trousers, yeah, ‘cause now ya know what they do to girls who–”

“Yeah, I know,” you interrupted that peculiar chain of thought and then immediately stood up when Alfie got up from his seat.

“Yeah, sit down.” He waved his hand at you dismissively and then did perhaps the thing you least expected.

He poured you a cup of tea.

“Now, luv, as it happens… I am a man of business, right, but also a man of a particular affinity for anythin’ precious that as I think nature intended, yeah, should be better off by partin’ with the very confinement of the suffocatin’ ownership it–”

“You want me to steal for you.”

“Yeah.”

“Jewelry?”

“Perhaps.”

“Hm.” You nodded, pretending to think about it. “But I get sixty percent.”

Alfie scoffed, but this time he actually smiled before reaching his final conclusion:

“Fuck off.”

Some time has passed since that very first chance encounter–during which you somehow managed to score a fine deal of a fifty-fifty share that you had your suspicions was not a frequent occurrence with a man like Alfie.

Since then, you became his top girl–both to procure what Alfie deemed too petty to steal himself, as well as to get the current, the straight-from-the-oven-crispy-fresh-and-still-hot word of the street.

“Now, I ain’t a street lad no more, Y/N, right–” Alfie told you one day, interrupting his inspection of the fresh batch of precious stones you managed to snag from some very unfortunate merchant, “–but I know what that’s like, luv, an’ I got ya, as long as you get me… Ah, bloody hell, now that is some prime quality, lass…” Alfie put down the eye loupe and hummed over the pair of diamond earrings he was inspecting. “Where did ya get these?”

“Nowhere,” you answered, grinning. “How much?”

Alfie laughed at that and shook his head.

“Nah, that ain’t gonna be worth much on the market…”

“Alfie!”

“What?”

You made a face and he pretended to be angry with you, a facade you were now an expert in reading right through.

“Alfie, I need to pay my rent.”

“Nah, so do I, luv, so do I, don’t I?” He scratched his beard and pretended to think about it. “Thirty-seventy, right? That’s the best I can do for now, ‘cause–”

“Alfie!”

“Aye, don’t interrupt me, yeah? Just ‘cause we know each other don’t mean ya can get cocky, darlin’…”

You shook your head and pretended to swipe the earrings, only for Alfie to take them from you with surprisingly fast reflexes.

“Yeah, fourty-sixty, luv, my final offer.”

“I should hope so, Mr. Solomons, otherwise I’d have to go out to those dreadful streets of Camden and then who knows what could happen, ‘cause you know what they do to girls who–”

“Fifty-fifty it is, sweetheart.”