#i miss just walking around my dads lil town and walking between fields im so active in mexico lol

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I haven't gone to Mexico in like maybe 5 years and I miss it :(

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Maria watches friday night lights (#34)

And we continue with 5x11, the stage is set for quite a playoff episode, and i am HERE FOR IT.

my reactions / recap / flailing under the cut

Omg there are “welcome home Tim” signs up?? Poor Luke is jealous of Becky and Tim talking.

Damn, Tim definitely seems fucked up from prison from just that convo with Becky about the Landing Strip alone. Tortured boy.

Aw, we love to see excited Eric with a bunch of excited East Dillon Lions in the locker room after a winning playoff game!

Anddddd here come the budget cuts to burst the bubble. “Anyone need a donut? Some of you won’t have a job next semester.” Damn worst he’s seen it in 27 years? “Anyway, uh...pray.” Damn.

“Where’s the union in all of this, you know?” damn, they have a union at this Texas school? That’s good, but it seems like a weak one, which i’m not surprised about because, again...Texas.

OOOOH Tami’s getting recruited to a Philly college and they’ll fly her out to interview her?

LOL the dudes are yelling “state, state, state!” jumping up and down in their front yard? “Get out of my front yard, you’re making me look bad!” this is so wholesome.

Oh jesus poor Vince, his dad is trying to bring alcohol home when his mom is a recovering addict? What a selfish fuck! “I just don’t know.” OK BYE.

Ahhh Smash Williams is on the TV, playing football in a professional game while Tim Riggins works at Buddy’s bar...this show is just *chef’s kiss*

Oh he sounds so sad and “meh” as Buddy tries to make small talk about Smash’s success. Oh my poor Tim.

OH Jess noooo you taped another team in the division? The fear and drive in her eyes as she nervously tells a very stressed Eric she wants to be a coach herself...I love that.

REALLY? One of the coaches had to do the laughing and “you’ll never be a football coach.” “What, because I’m a girl?” “I didn’t say that.” “Yeah, you did.”

OMG I’m dying, the subtitles while Luke and Becky make out on the coach say SMOOCHING. Adorable!

“Don’t stop for me.” Wow, growth for Becky that Tim is the one walking in on her relationship now. “Use protection this time.” MUST YOU TIM?

Oh shit, football is “revenue neutral.” Truly wild that Tami, Eric, and Levi are having a convo about the whole program possibly being cut while the team loudly celebrates making it to the quarter finals all around them! The visuals in this show are superb.

The sound of “all the way to state, all the way to state, all the way to state!” in the background as the camera focuses on Tami and Eric, watching over everything with sighs on their faces. They carry so much for this town and this team.

Oh shit it’s Bryn Mawr she wants to interview at? And omg they want to interview on the Friday of the semi-final. It’s all happening!

Oh yes some high-stress practice in the pouring rain while Eric has budget cuts and Tami’s interview on his mind!

Okay i get you’re stressed Eric, but calling Jess a “pest” for showing you an article of a female football coach is not it! Although it is WILD Jess took a physical newspaper clipping out to show Eric in the pouring rain. I love her.

Yes, Billy, you are def on the chopping block with these budget cuts. But LOL at him making fun of that dude who repeats everything everyone else said

Tim is so much quieter and more stoic. It tracks. Billy, are you really surprised he doesn’t want to relive his former glory days rn? (Although i have a lil feeling Tim will show up at this game at the last minute!)

Oh shit they’re on Billy’s front lawn now? This is so cute, the parallel moments of “wait a minute, I hear something” and coming outside to find this team with so much heart!

Oh wow they are getting BOOED at this away game. You know they’re good now!

“You never saw so many people so quiet.” I love Vince and his mom’s relationship so much, my heart.

Oh god is daddy all drunk kissing up on his wife who is SOBER? Sir, what do you not understand about sobriety?

Oop and he’s got “gifts.” What shit is he back into?

Wow, hands on the mom and he’s clearly dropped the drugs he’s flipping. There it is.

Yes to the BBQ people asking if the MOM is alright and kicking the dad’s sorry ass out. That’s how we do it.

I really love the way they’re transitioning through this period of playoffs—the locker room updates to their progress with the radio in the background, the chants after each win — then making way for Eric dropping Tami off at the airport. Semifinals are here.

“The time when I need you the most?” “You really gonna bring this up now, on the way to the airport?” Tami’s right, she’s been nothing but straightforward all along! Tami supports you, Eric, let her have her fucking moment.

“Well, you’re kicking my ass.” “Yes, that’s right. Your ass needs some kicking.” “Who’s going to cook dinner for me?” “Oh, poor baby. Gracie.” LMAOOOO yes Tami! Get him! I’m dying.

Okay, Eric, you are forgiven—he looked up the female football coach to talk to Jess about but got the last name wrong!

“14,000 high school football coaches in the country, and that’s one. One out of 14,000. You like those odds?” “No, I think they kind of stink.” “So do I.” Awwww.

“I’m not asking to play.” YES JESS! I love the growth she’s shown over her two seasons. Now she knows what she wants! And her persistence is paying off—Eric’s gonna let her shadow him?! My heart!

Damn Tim is VERY bothered by Becky working at the family business (The Landing Strip.)

Oh God what i feel like Tim sees in “one of Becky’s regular customers” is someone he has an excuse to let out his aggression on. He’s clearly just so fucked up by his life not being what he wanted it to be—and by even the life of those he loved and left behind on the outside not being what he wants for them.

“She’s 17 years old!!!! A high school junior!” I mean, FAIR. Fair fucking point.

Oh fuck this emotional scene between Tim and Billy in the parking lot...DAMN that was a hard punch in the face Tim just gave Billy.

WOW Tim is gonna hold onto taking the fall for Billy for a long time. Fuck. “For the rest of my life, if that’s how I feel it needs to be.”

Billy looks so fucking sad on his knees in the parking lot.

Regina changed the locks! Yes gurl, do not let that man back into your home!

He’s trying to break down the door...oh honey, no. “You’re blowing it, Pop!” I’m so proud of Regina for standing up for herself and Vince.

The visual of Luke riding up next to Tim’s car, and then driving past Becky and Tim fighting, as they pause to watch him go...ART. Also, why is Tim so resolutely like “I got to go. I got to go.” Intrigued.

“There’s only gonna be one football team in Dillon next year.” “Well, which program are they cutting?” “That’s next week’s fight.” DAMN. So much is happening in one night!

Yep, Eric just summed it up to that reporter: “One of those teams is going to state. And i don’t think you’re gonna eliminate a team that goes to state.” They’re fighting for the very existence of their team AND the state championship in one! This show!

Oh wow Luke does NOT want to hear Becky’s apology. Oh nooo!

Aw Regina and Vince communicating about how she needs to “take a meeting” so she can’t come to the game and him saying that’s more important...again, the growth! My heart!

OH they made up Braemore? Really sounded like Bryn Mawr LOL. Go Tami!!!

(These white dudes do not want to hear a woman saying they should rethink their approach. STOP YELLING AT HER, SHE’S RIGHT.)

Oh Mindy, crying at Tim not to go, about how much Billy cries at night, how much they both love Tim. IM EMOTIONAL

“You’re different, you know that?” “Yeah. I am.” ABOLISH PRISONS.

DAMN this semi final game is a NAILBITER

They did it at the last minute, YES!!! Nothing beats the excitement on the team’s faces as they embrace!

Damn Tim returning to his old trailer? Drinking beers alone and doing very not well as he listens to the radio static. Sigh, poor angsty boy.

Aw the woman who interviewed Tami is so kind. Telling her she did well at dinner.

I literally gasped then went AHHH! when the college dude came to dinner and Tami’s all politely like “thanks for the opportunity!” And the guy’s like, “yeah yeah i have two kids to put to bed, anyway we’re offering you that old asshole’s job.” “Dean of Admissions???” YES QUEEN

Damn Eric and Tami are BOTH killing the game, what a fucking power couple.

Eric has the whiteboard on the bus to accompany this “we’re going to state” chant. Amazing.

“We missed the field house.” “We’re not going to the field house.” OMG all their fans are waiting outside to cheer for them as they return?? How beautiful!

Oh my poor babe Vince, all he wants is to know his mom is safe.

YES he found his mom! My heart dropped when Vince’s face betrayed some fear he couldn’t find her. I’m so glad they can celebrate together, oh my heart.

And then you see Eric looking around for Tami, lost because she’s across the country contemplating a life-changing job offer...WOW. Two episodes left and the deck is truly STACKED. This show is art.

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Alfie Solomons-Bad words and bad luck

Plot: Alfie and you have a bet going on; if he doesn’t say any bad words until night, you’ll let him do whatever he wants in bed. 

Warnings: bad language (it’s Alfie, come on), fluff and a little bit of violence at the end.

A soft pillow rubbed against your cheek when you moved your head, warm blankets enveloping your body. The first rays of sun were filling your room and, behind you, Alfie’s nose nuzzled your neck. It was a winter morning; the window was frozen and your nose was cold from being outside the blankets all night. Sundays were your official day off, and you didn’t think about leaving that bed soon. Alfie didn’t have to work on the bakery, and your library was closed that day. It was perfect.

-          Pet? -he asked, his voice rough and deep. You felt his arms drag you closer to his body.

-          Yes darling?

-          Can you, yeah, stay fuckin’ still, love? Cause I can’t fuckin’ sleep, right. -he grumbled, gripping you tighter.

-          Do you think you can curse a little bit less? -you laughed softly and turned around, so you were looking at his perfect bearded face. -You punish your guys when they say bad words in front of me. Then, look at you, with your sailor mouth.

-          That’s, love, that’s ‘ncalled, isn’t it? -he opened one eye. – Those lads don’t know how to fuckin’ behave in front of a, right, fine lady like you.

-          And you do? -you teased, kissing his lips softly.

-          If you keep wearin’ that attitude, pet. -he was fully awake by then. -I shud be puttin’ my mouth to ‘nother use, hm?

You laughed again, feeling happiness fill your chest. You had been in a relationship with the dangerous gangster for five years, and each day was like the first one. He found you after the war, in the streets like a stray dog. Your now ex-husband has throwed you out of your own house when he found out that you were not pregnant with his child; he wanted to be a father when he came back from the battle field and left to the war with that dream. That night, he roughed you up a bit and put you on the street with just a little suitcase.

What was supposed to be a nightmare, turned into a lucky strike after a month. Starved, lonely and scared, you were found by Alfie when he was going back home one night; and after a talk and a bath, he decided to keep you with him. Sure, he found your ex-husband and hang him from his insides from a tree; but apart from that, he was a calm and sweet man with you.

-          I’m hungry, Alfie. -you complained, feeling your gangster’s hand traveling down your nightgown.

-          Come on, pet, don’ be like that, right? -he said, face buried deep in your neck. -Lil old me ‘ere wants to fuck you good, don’ I?

-          Let’s make a deal. -you got up from bed, readjusting your nightgown. -If you can spend all day without saying any bad word, tonight we’ll do as you please.

-          Sure ‘bout that, love? -he let out a deep chuckle. -Cause I can, yeah, restrain mysel’, but I’m not sure, am I, that you’re gonna endure tonigh’.

-          Who do you think I am, Mr Solomon’s? -you arched your brow. -You won’t even last to midday.

-          Keep watchin’ me, love. -Alfie got up too and left the room to make breakfast. -I’m gonna be the fu- best, I mean, right, best da-, no, I’m gonna be the best gentleman!

The day turned out to be quite funny. At breakfast, Alfie was mostly quiet. You were not a talkative couple, as the gangster liked to communicate with grunts and scoffs, and sometimes his accent was so closed that you couldn’t even understand him; you were okay with that, as you preferred to be shown you’re loved that to be told. However, that day was not because of that. Each time Alfie opened his mouth, he had to stop himself before saying “fuck” or “damn”. And stopping midsentence made him more nervous if that was possible; so yeah, it was being hard for him not to say bad words. After lunch, you took Cyril out for a walk. It was cold, with clouds in the sky, and a few droplets of rain; and, of course, the dog didn’t want to go out.

-          You kiddin’ me, dog? -he scoffed, running a hand through his beard, frustrated. -You see this, right, love? This fuc-dog, knows bout our deal, yeah. And is on your side. Knows whats ‘appening.

-          Alfie, it’s cold! -you gave him his cane before he could ask about it. -Cyril knows nothing, just that he doesn’t want to get out. Don’t you?

Your little talk with the dog made Alfie scoff; why did you give attention to the dog and not to him? Cyril barked happily and licked your face, making you fall to your butt between laughs. Alfie had to pull his belt before he crushed your body with his, and without saying another word, he opened the door and left with Cyril.

Your walk was peaceful and calm; once the dog discovered puddles, he loved the decision of taking a walk while it was raining. Soon, and even if he was a little angry, Alfie’s arm found your shoulders and bought you closer to his warm body. You snuzzled you face against him and wrapped yourself around his waist. You talked to a few people, stopped in some showcases and Alfie paid a quick visit to the bakery. It was your free day, but you didn’t mind, as you knew that it was important for him. There, Ollie greeted him and told him that everything was going on just fine. He left you for a while to watch one of the machines, and, not wanting to be inside, you waited for him by the door.

One of Alfie’s man followed you outside, making sure you were safe. Cyril, who had been left alone tied to a post, barked happily when he saw you again. You were petting the big dog’s head when Alfie and Ollie came back.

-          We’re don’, love. -he smiled and took the dog’s belt. -Keep an eye on those lads, will you, Ollie?

-          Of course, sir. -the boy replied. -Have a good-

-          Ollie. -you called him again sweetly. -Did Alfie say any bad words?

-          Wh-what?

-          You don’t ‘ave to say anything, right, boy. -he warned him. -Pet, you weren’t with me, yeah. So, it doesn’ count.

-          But it does! The deal was not bad words in all day. Ollie? -you asked again.

-          I…- the boy could feel the threatening stare of his boss. -I’m sorry miss Y/N, I can’t really remember.

The boy ran away quickly, shutting the door with force and making Cyril bark at it looking for danger. Alfie laughed and put you under his arm again, making you pout.

-          That’s not fair! He’s too afraid of you to say the truth.

-          Love, lad’s fuc- just loyal, isn’t it? -he kissed the top of your head. -You’ll, yeah, ‘ave to believe me.

-          I bet you said more swearwords down there that actual words. -you scoffed. -You’re-

-          Yeah, a liar, love. I know. -before you could talk again, he beat you to it. -Can you beliv’ there is a fuc- a fun fair in town?

-          A fair? -you frowned. -Where? And who told you that?

-          Ollie’s cousin, yeah, he has had a little’ un. So, I asked ‘im and he told me little thin’ was at the fair.

-          Can we go? -your eyes lighted up, forgetting about your little argument. -Please, please, I’ve never been to one!

-          What? -he turned to look at you. -You’ve never been to a fair, pet?

-          As a child I couldn’t afford it. And well, before…

-          I, right, I’m takin’ you today, ain’t I. -he interrupted you, smiling. -It’s gonna be the fu-best day for you, love, yeah.

Who was more excited about it, you didn’t know. It was hard for Alfie to keep his excitement away from bad words, but so far, he was doing well.

The town fair was huge. After letting Cyril free, he was a free dog who went and came as he wished so he could find the way home, you stepped inside it. There were a lot of people, and you found yourself gripping Alfie’s hand for dear life. He nearly punched a poor kid when he pushed you without meaning it and shouted to a woman who pulled you away from his grip. Your first stop was a little roller coaster where you forced Alfie to ride with you. Then, you watched a magic show; the best part was that it ended quickly, and Alfie sarcastic comments started. After that, Alfie bought you cotton candy, and you sat in a bench eating it and laughing.

-          An’ he fainted, right. -Alfie told you. -My ol’ man ate, right, so much cotton candy, that he fainted, love. Right in front of my face, ain’t he.

-          And you left him there? -your stomach was hurting from laughing so hard.

-          Couldn’ do anything, could I. -he smiled. -He was fuc- heavy, my ol’ folk was heavy, right pet.

-          So, you can carry a bag full of rum, but you can’t help your dad?

-          You saying I’m a bad, yeah, a bad son? -he smiled and leaned forward. -Take care, yeah, pet, cause I migh’ be a bad daddy tonigh’.

His lips found yours and you could taste the sweet candy in his mouth. It was really intoxicating, and your hands found his soft beard. You expected it to be sticky with sugar, but it was surprisingly soft, and you couldn’t help a soft moan leaving your lips. How you wished to feel those lips between your legs. With care of not lifting your dress, you sat in his lap; watching for any type of discomfort from his back to go away. Alfie only gripped you tightly and soon you were making out in a bench away from curious eyes. Your hands were tugging softly at his hair, and his smacked your ass suddenly. You parted lips for air once again, and when he leaned forward to catch them, you moved again, and he found instead your cheek.

-          You’ll have to wait until tonight, “mate”. -you told him, giving him a sweet peck and getting up.

-          You’re, yeah, you’re a bad girl, ain’t you? -he got up, too, adjusting his tight pants. -Fuc- Wait til tonigh’, love, cause you’re gonna wish you ‘aven’t done tha’, right.

-          I’m so scared. -you mocked him. -Come on, Alfie. I’m not leaving the fair until you get me one prize.

And he did, more than one. He went without thinking to the shooting stall and left the man with his mouth hang open when he took out his own gun and knocked over all the tricked tins. You didn’t know if the man gave you the teddies because Alfie won or because he got scared. But you walked home with a teddy bigger than you while Alfie carried a little unicorn and a dolphin. It was already night time when you were getting too tired to carry the damn thing.

-          Pet, you okay down there? -he asked. He had offered to carry the teddy, but you had refused; you were carrying it all the way, even if you couldn’t see where you were going.

-          Yes. Of course, I got it. -after a while you added. -Where are we, by the way? How much until home?

-          I see, yeah, totally got it, right pet. -he laughed. -Jut ‘bit more, yeah. I can see Cyril from ‘ere. Keeps guard like a good dog.

-          I can’t wait to fucking feel my arms again.

-          Wha’ was that, love? -Alfie’s laugh got louder, and you smiled at his true happiness. -You better watch, right, watch that mouth, don’t you?

-          Alfie, I swear-

-          No bad words, Y/N. Or I’ll ‘ave to punish you, right, pet? And, ‘ell, you ain’t gonna like it, yeah.

The little road to your home was made between laughs and jokes, and when you arrived Cyril nuzzled against your legs before going to the backyard. Alfie opened the door and you ran towards your bedroom to leave the big teddy on the bed, hearing Alfie’s laugh from behind you. Maybe you should have seen him before or felt that something wasn’t right when you were running up the stairs. The lights were off, and as your hands were busy, you didn’t turn them on. The last step of the stairs was the worst one, and you felt that your arms were going to fall off; so, you left the teddy in a chair and caught your breath, ready to take it again and go to your room.

Three things happened at the same time; the first one, you heard a shot fired downstairs, Cyril barking like crazy and Alfie calling your name desperate. Then, an enormous body appeared in front of you and pushed you back. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if you had been in the first floor, or down with your amazing boyfriend; but you were at the top of the stairs, and the last thing you remembered before hitting your head hard was another shot being fired.

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Alfie saw you running up the stairs like a mad woman, and he laughed loudly. He couldn’t remember a time where he was that happy, and each day was grateful for having your cheerful form with him. While you went to your shared room, he walked towards the main switch. Alfie turned the lights on and waited to feel the light in the living room; but it didn’t happen. Trying once again, he looked towards the light box and saw it open. Cyril low growl made him understand that he hadn’t let it open, and before the man behind him could blink, Alfie turned around and shot him between the eyes. His next reaction was to call out for you while Cyril barked and chased a smaller man, who ran away terrified of the dog.

Walking as fast as his leg let him, he arrived to the stairs in time to see the big man push you down. Life seemed to stop for Alfie, and all he could hear was your surprised gasp and his ragged breathing. He knew that his legs could not carry him fast enough to caught you, so he did the only thing he knew; he shot the man in the head before he could even think about hurting you again. A loud thud broke him out of his gaze, and he ran up a few stairs to break your fall. Not that it was really useful, as when he caught you, your wrist was bended in a strange angle and a huge gash covered your head.

-          Love? Don’ fuckin’ do this to me, yeah, pet. -he shook you while he noticed neighbours calling at his door after hearing the shots. -This better be a damn joke, right? Cause, if something happen’ to you, I’m losing it, Y/N.

-          Sir? -he heard a voice outside. -Sir, are you okay? We heard shots!

-          Call a fuckin’ ambulance, you idiot! -he shouted back, feeling the tears filling his eyes. -Be useful and get som’ help!

Alfie kept cradling your body in his arms, trying to get the blood out of your beautiful face. It didn’t matter, more came out of the wound and he couldn’t keep your clean. Cyril was sitting at your feet, letting out sad whimpers and rubbing his head against your leg, waiting for you to pet it. When the doctor showed up, Alfie was a mess of cries and anger, and he could only show her one room where she could treat you. Another man came in, to help the doctor, and soon everything was the same except the puddle of blood and your absence.

While you were being treated, Alfie cleaned the floor and called Ollie; after a few minutes, some boys were in your house trying to figure out who hurt his boss’ girl, and others were looking around town for the guy who ran away. Ollie dragged the bodies away, and made it seem that no one died in there. They told the doctor that you had fallen down the stairs, and she was smart enough not to ask questions. She stitched you up and put a bandage around your wrist; then gave Alfie some pain meds and left. He sat with you in the bed, waiting for you to wake up.

-          Boss? -Ollie asked from the door.

-          Don’ have a ‘ome, boy?

-          We’ve found the guy who ran away, sir. -Alfie looked at him but stayed quiet. -He’s at the bakery, being held down. We are waiting for your orders.

-          Keep him there, right. Good tied down, get out a tooth or two, yeah. -his voice was low. -Goin’ to make ‘im regret he was born. Wait ‘til mornin’, boy.

-          Goodnight, Mr Solomons. -after a while, he added. -I’m going to stay here the night, if you don’t mind. Just to make sure nothing else happen. Or if you need anything. If you want that, of course, boss.

-          ‘key. -he whispered.

When the boy left, he smiled a little; Ollie was a good kid, and it felt good having someone caring about him. He stroked your head softly a few times, avoiding your wound, and laid with you in bed after taking off his clothes and yours. Your soft breath was hitting his neck, and your heartbeat was his proof that you were alive and that it was worthy waiting until next morning to kill that bastard. With your small body hugging his big one and a lot of bad words and threats running through his mind, he felt himself drifting off consciousness.

-          You said fucking. -your soft voice woke him up, and he wasted no time in kissing all your face.

-          Fuckin’ ‘ell, you gave me a lil scare back there, right. So, I’ll be damned, yeah, if I let you out of my sight anytime soon. -you kept laughing as his beard tickled you. -Anything hurts, pet?

-          I’m fine, Alfie. -you smiled, and sat on his hips.

-          Wha’ are you doin’? Don’ you know nothing? -Alfie complained, trying to get you off him. -Y/N, you’ve been pushed down the stairs, yeah, so take it fuckin’ easy.

-          You lost the bet. -you raised a cocky brow. -I heard you, saying all those bad words.

-          Are you joking, lov’? -he laughed. -Our stupid bet ain’t nothing compared to our problem. There was some lad in our house, right.

-          Big bad gangster is scared now? -you laid with care on him and started leaving soft kisses on his neck.

-          Lil ol’ me’s not scared, pet. I’m jus’ worrie- motherfucker, Y/N. -he moaned when you sucked a hickey under his ear.

-          As you’ve lost, I’m in charge tonight. -before he could say something, you added. -And my brave and amazing gangster needs to rest, so let me pleasure you. 

-          Pet? -he smiled at you, pushing your hips against him.

-          Yes, darling?

-          You’re gonna be the death of me.