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[extremelybabygirl]

RIGHT IN FRONT OF CHADJEN'S SALAD??????

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2284 (chapter 43)

43. my world was falling apart

"I said I will figure this out, Micheal, and I did. With some help, of course." Your lips twitch into a half-smile, and you shake hands with Teneke outside the hearing room in the corridor. His grip is strong and confident, matching yours. The accountant, almost turned criminal, just hours ago, but you managed to save him. His smile was your second-best reward, first, obviously being money.

"I'm still holding onto that favor, you know." Teneke's hand slips out of your grasp and he fixes his jacket. 

"I've already done the paperwork, you can return home now." You start walking with Teneke matching your step. Glancing back, you notice Dex and Ray speaking in the doorway of the room you've just left.

"I'm sure Kelly missed me these days, it's been a bit tough when we got to know... I shouldn't say this."

"What? What's been tough?" You fix the strap of your briefcase, preventing it from sliding down your shoulder, and look at Teneke, he's suddenly flustered.

"I promised Kelly not to tell anyone, since it's still so early, but you just saved my ass..." His shoulders slump forward, but the smile doesn't leave his face, "We're having a baby! I know that it's not our age to have kids, but-"

"Hey, Kelly is a strong woman, you two will be great parents, age is just what's written in your passport," you two go outside and the cold wind messes your hair. Teneke stands on the sidewalk, stopping in front of you. You slightly poke his chest with your finger, "it's more important what's here, in your heart."

"Not only the best lawyer in the state, but also the one with the best advice. Thank you, y/n, truly." Teneke opens his arms, going in for a hug. 

You welcome the hug, feeling Teneke's hands firmly on your back but then a sound deafens you for a moment... A shot. Teneke's hands loosen, his smile fades and you watch in shock as his body slumps on the sidewalk, just outside the FBI building. You notice the blood patch on your coat, blood from Teneke's chest, and a red pool surrounding the non-responsive body of your client.

The time seems to slow down, perhaps you'd think that it stopped completely, if it wasn't for the gloved hands grabbing you by your shoulders, yanking your briefcase to the ground and pushing you inside a car, quickly driving off.

*** 

You can feel the wetness on your cheeks, since the cold hits it with more ferocity. Have you been crying this whole time? But how long have you been in this car? You couldn't tell because the world has been blurry from your tears ever since Teneke slipped out of your grasp.

"You think you can talk about us to feds?"  The guy in front of you swings his gun before your face, trying to make you scared. And it works. You finally regain your senses and notice the men in the car. Thick Russian accent. "Teneke deserved that for snitching. You're gonna get your share too."

The SUV hits the curb and the one with a gun sends a glare to the driver. Two other men continue to look straight ahead, sandwiching you in the backseat. They were unpredictable, you didn't know what to expect when you'll finally reach the 'base' and what will the 'boss' say? Is he going to kill you? Drown you? Cut you open while you're still alive? Poison you and pretend that you overdosed? You could only imagine the variety of headlines in tomorrow's Bulletin. Will Urich write about you? Will he be satisfied that his story will become a success? Everyone loves a good murder... And a good suicide. So which one is it going to be for you?

He's here. The Devil. Appeared out of nowhere in... red suit? Well that's an upgrade since you last had to deal with him.

***

"He's here!" One of the kidnappers shouts, pushing you back onto the backseat with less strength than he used before, but you still hurt your wrist. Long hours spent locked in the car while waiting for the darkness to fall on Hell's Kitchen, you felt cold in every bone in your bone, making you stiff as a stick.

You watch in shock how he knocks out ten men and stands straight again, as if nothing had happened. As if it wasn't the battle that he, heavily outnumbered, was supposed to lose. You quickly look around and notice the lying gun next to you, and instinctively, grab it. "Don't come any closer!" You load the gun, pointing it at the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Matt doesn't need eyesight to know that your hands are shaking terribly, that you're taking short breaths, not getting enough oxygen in your lungs. He knows you're scared, terrified.

"Put the gun down." Matt takes a step towards you.

"I said, don't come closer." You step back, making the distance the same as it was before.

"I don't want to hurt you, y/n." Matt risks another step, hearing how a drop of sweat rolls down your forehead. He can smell your anxiety, Teneke's dried blood on your light coat, ruining it for forever, and your dried, salty tears.

"Oh yeah, as if I'm going to believe a guy dressed like that, who's been stalking me since God knows when!" You support your right hand with your left, feeling the gun getting heavier with each second. Having your father teach you a little bit of how to use a gun, you believed that you could use it now, maybe not kill the devil, but seriously hurt him.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, please, put it down." Matt risks two steps, you take a deep breath and fire a shot to the right, hitting a concrete wall, Matt ducks down, not expecting such an aggressive move from you.

"I'm not kidding, asshole!" You step over a body, visibly shaking like a leaf.

"You don't wanna do this-"

"Why are you here? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HERE?"

Your voice rings painfully loud in the building, and in Matt's ears, he doesn't remember you ever behaving like that. Maybe that's what it felt like having a wild animal pushed into a corner.

"Answer me!" You shout again.

"I want to protect you." Matt says deeply, thinking over his possibilities. He could knock the gun out of your hand, but this may break your fingers, and he doesn't want to do it. He could just run at you, and hope you don't shoot him, but something in his gut was telling him, that you would not hesitate to do it.

"I don't need protection." You rasp out, firing another shot, now to the left, Matt ducks again, "I don't need anyone!" You say, feeling how tears were running down your cheeks, you were lying, you desperately needed Matt, the only one who shared something similar with you. "And especially, I don't need you!" You aim right at him, and pull the trigger, closing your eyes, but only hear a faint click.

Matt exhales loudly and hurries towards you, catching you just in time, before your knees hit the floor, you cry into his shoulder, involuntarily catching the smell of sweat and blood, that has soaked into his new costume.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay." Matt gently rocks you, pressing you harder into his chest, when your cries become louder. "You're safe now."

You thought of yourself lesser than the trash bag, lying in Hell's Kitchen, but someone, Matthew Murdock, thought the world of you, but you had yet to understand it. 

"They killed him." You sob, gripping him by his broad shoulders, feeling the rough material of the costume, the empty gun slides out of your grasp. "I held his dead body in my arms." You come to your senses, pulling yourself away from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. 

"Y/n..." He begins, but you're shaking your head like crazy.

"This... this is all your plan, right? You work with them. You work with him, right? Fisk? You're his puppet?" You take a big step back, and Matt feels as if you're rejecting him, not the city's vigilante. 

"What are you talking about?"

"You're here to 'save me' so you could take me to him or just kill me on your way? You know what I did, of course, if Wesley knew, he told you too." You blabber, making more distance between the two of you. The only way out was... The was no way out of here. At least you didn't see any open doors or corridors.

"What Wesley knew, y/n?" Matt tries to come closer to you again, silently cursing himself for letting you out of his grasp earlier.

"Don't act like you don't know, Devil of Hell's Kitchen." You say the name with venom in your voice. "You're the problem of this city. You all are. Crazy rich men thinking they could just come here and destroy everything. And you-" 

"Y/n-" Matt slowly slides towards you, holding his arms up, trying to reason with you.

"You're the worst of them all! You cost me that job-"

"He was gonna frame you! Benowitz didn't give a shit about your career, he was throwing you into the fire!"

"How did you know? Why do you care so much about me? I'm no one, I'm not the President, I'm not the city's Major." You hug yourself, hoping that your ruined coat could still make you warm.

"Just because you're not high in power, it doesn't make you unimportant." 

"No, it does. In this city, everything is done with power and money. I think you know it better than anyone else." He's just a step away. He could grip your shoulder and lock you in his arms, and shake those crazy thoughts away. But he lets you talk. "Why did you bring me back to my flat? How did you know where I live? Are you stalking me?"

"No, I was after the Russians." Matt's voice is firm and deep.

"Sure, you can say all you want because at the end of the day, I'm just another crazy woman that you've saved. Great, enjoy your first page in tomorrow's newspaper, devil." You spit, turning your head to look for an exit once more, but then Matt grabs your elbow and harshly yanks you into his body. 

"I'm here not to hurt you, trust me. Can you trust me, y/n?" He rasps out, listening to your racing heartbeat.

"You think you're above the law, but you're not," you try to look him into the eyes, but only see the red glass built into the helmet, "when the truth comes out, and you'll be behind bars, I'll be the first one to visit you, just so I could look in your eyes and say that you got what you deserved." Your breathing is erratic, you try to distance yourself with your palms pressed on his chest as much as possible, but his grasp on you is too strong. He hesitates for a moment before he dives to meet your lips, in a single, yet bruising kiss. The edge of his helmet, especially the nose, is pressing into your cheek, scraping your skin. You squirm, trying to deny his kiss, but vigilante's tongue still manages to make way into your mouth-

But then you step onto his foot with your high heel, finally freeing yourself, and slap his cheek, hurting your hand when it collides with his helmet, yet the impact with his skin is made, as the Devil grabs his cheek.

"You, stay away from me!  Or I'll call the cops on you!" You make way towards one of the doors, pulling them, yet they don't open. Matt stands still, listening to you furiously trying to open one door after another, breathing heavily as panic engulfs you again, until, at last, you open the doors and disappear outside the building, your heels scraping the asphalt loudly. One guy groans, waking up after the harsh treatment from the Devil, but Matt throws a billy club at his head, knocking him out once again.

*** 

What has gotten into him? Why did he try to kiss you by force? The devil has truly possessed his mind; he's never been this reckless. Not with the suit on. Sure, getting rejected as Matt Murdock hurt, but getting rejected by a woman he loves... Love. Was this feeling in his chest, love? Is that what made him go through fire and blood to save you... Just to be someone you lash out on? And the thing you said... What have you done? What was so bad that you thought Fisk has sent the devil to kill you? 

Matt now understood just how little he knew about you and how much he had to learn as both - devil and Matt Murdock. But now he had to go and be there for you. Without the mask.

*** 

"Y/n? Y/n!" Dex's voice brings you back to reality, causing you to lift your eyes from the ground. Only now you understood that you've been walking near the dock, counting your steps to calm yourself down. You finally notice him, wearing a bulletproof vest, and he runs up to you, almost out of breath.

You don't respond, you just physically can't force yourself to say a single word, so you welcome his arms, they engulf you like a shelter, protecting you from the strong wind, tightly pushing you against his bulletproof vest, and you feel him resting his chin on your head, leaving an air-kiss to your hair. "Come on, now, you're safe. I'm with you now. I'm here."

The sirens should deafen you again, but you don't hear them, don't see the flashing lights behind Dex, only see the darkness of Dex's jacket and the mint smell fills your senses, erasing today's horrors. At least for a moment. 

[mcmusing]

Alpha Papa Peter in Company Man (Part 1):

This is an episode I have a special relationship with. I always want the right food, setting, and time of day to enjoy it. I'm not sure why it's that way for me. Possibly because they take a rather mundane premise like Peter going undercover at some shady company and enhance it with all of the characterization in the world.

😅😅😅😅 This is the second episode in a row of Neal staying in a child's place while Peter goes all Bionic Brown-Eyed Boss 😎 Only he can smack a haughty smirk off Neal's perfect face with a short simple command.

This is one of those top scenes deserving of its own special focus. It's an example of Butch and Sundance doing things normally associated with female relationships without leaving either of them emasculated.

Firstly, the length and subtitles are woven together beautifully. Peter and Neal's quiet one on one scenes are a natural treat, but we're also reminded that they talk about more than merely work. This is where television and film struggle so much. Too many character dynamics violating 'show, don't tell', leaving audiences disengaged and detached from the protagonists. The White Collar leads have a load of moments on as well as off-screen. The continuity is excellent in this scene, too.

Only Peter can make the title of CPA sound thrilling to 007 levels. Nice that he values Neal's expertise for more than insight into the criminal world. Peter's an FBI boss and financial whiz, but wardrobe is not his forte. This type of scene is normally reserved for ladies. The male equivalent is typically at a barbershop or the son watching the dad shave.

Also, it's often a woman helping a man with his ties and shirts. Neal doing it for Peter demonstrates their physical comfort with each other. Note the lack of cheap effeminate wisecracks throughout this scene. Wow, do they unintentionally highlight the immaturity found in other shows.

Neal's other purpose in this scene is also interesting. His youthful innocence shows when presented with a seemingly strange version of the man he most admires. He's so wide-eyed and fanciful as he imagines a wealthy, corporate giant Peter. Neal can only think of the extravagant perks while the seasoned agent remains grateful for the simple but blessed life he and El have together

In a way, they're almost having two different conversations. Neal, who thinks money defines happiness and success, daydreams about Peter having the finer things in life. The first thought of Peter himself is wistfully wondering if they ever would have met. Neal seems convinced that they would have crossed paths in any alternate universe. Only instead of a fed father, he'd have a Daddy Warbucks 😁

With all of that feel good stuff pushed aside, Peter quickly reminds us all that no UC mission can distract his fatherly intuition. Neal and Mozzie are prohibited from post-plane plotting without proper Papa Peter permission.

Also, no one likes a Peter's pet, Sara.

Oh, Nealy. It's so cute the way you think you have some sort of say when Peter makes a royal declaration. Look at this kid with that teeny twinge of hope in his eyeballs that he'll actually get his own way. Precious 💗

[courtrae89]

Queens Of Odins Eye (A Sons of Anarchy, Vikings AU)

Warnings:Language, Criminal activity, Crooked Law Enforcement, Smut insinuated, kinda some fluff at the end.

Pulling up to the club house in my Police issued vehicle was the last thing I thought I would be doing today. “Damn it.. Gray really is worthless” I said aloud to myself. Thank Odin I was last to pull in I thought as I watched Brii, pull out from the back lot with a couple of Ragnars sons with her.

Floki, Rollo, and Ragnar all lay on their bellies on the ground, I straddled Ragnar to cuff him, down on one knee I laened down to whisper in his ear “Sorry about this, I have a plan worked out. I’ll have you guys out in a couple hours. Give that bitch hell while your in there” I could see the smile creep up on Ragnars face as his eyes shining with pride met mine “no problem sweetheart, I'd kiss you if Floki wouldn’t chop my lips off for it” I began to lift him up, and gave him a little shove in the direction of another officer and his patrol car. “watch yourself BITCH” Ragnar called out to me, spitting at my feet, he enjoyed giving my co-workers a show a little to much.

I made my way to Detective Halfdan, I was over this bullshit, and I was going to put a stop to it. “Hey Danny can I borrow you for a moment?” Halfdan looked up and smiled at me, he probably already knew where I was going with this “Sure Courtney, walk with me while I sweep the club house again, you know how the feds are” I smiled, and went to follow “that’s kinda what I wanna talk about Danny, what the fuck is Agent Gray doing on this case? Why is she poking her nose in local affairs, she’s goddamn FBI Danny and we haven’t even had a chance to investigate our own case for her butting in” Danny stopped walking, sighed and put his head down, kicked an imaginary rock then looked me in the eye “your right Courtney, I’m not stupid I know your intentions here, however that doesn’t make it any less true, and to be honest, Id love to see her at the department a little less” I nodded, stuck my hands in my pockets and began to turn “thanks Danny, that’s from me, not the club, but they appreciate you too” I made my way back through the club house looking to see if I could spot Kia and Ubbe, there was no sign of them, I hope they got out ok.

Once I was safely in the Tahoe I opened my burner, I had a missed call from Brii, and one from Ivar, I knew they were together, and honestly I needed Ivars “special skills” if this was gonna work, I preferred Floki, but let’s be honest he was Ivars “teacher” and Floki was headed to the department to be interrogated by that fucking house mouse or more like RAT Gray. I dialed Ivars number, he started this shit, and he was gonna fucking finish it.

Ivar “hello”

Courtney “Ivar listen, they have a witness, I have the location, but I’m only giving it to you if you promise to take someone with a little bit of a brain, do NOT kill the witness, just make them never want to come back to this gods forsaken town, got it?”

Ivar “of course Courtney anything you say”

I could hear his smirk through the fucking phone and honestly thought better of giving him the address, but what else could we do? I reluctantly gave him the information as I started my vehicle and headed to the department, still on the line.

Courtney “let me talk to Brii”

Brii “Hey Court tell me something good, I can’t put up with these fuckers for much longer”

Courtney “ hahaha I understand your pain sweetheart, I’ve got a plan, just a waiting game now, just wanted to give you a heads up, Ubbe and Kia are at the safe house, you guys can head over if you want, gotta get back to work, talk to you soon, be safe” and with that I hung up.

After writing my reports for the day I decided to head for home, I needed my own shower, and I didn’t feel like the drive to the safe house.

Getting dressed after my shower my phone began to buzz

“hello Agent Gray, how may I help you?” I said, sarcasm dripping from my tongue “Courtney you fucking cunt I swear to God’s I will fucking have your head for this shit” I laughed a deep laugh throwing my head back “something wrong Agent Gray?” I guess my plan worked “you know what I really don’t care this county cop got shit done pig” I hung up and decided to give Detective Halfdan a call.

Speaking with Danny confirmed it, he had her boss take her off the case, what was FBI doing dabbling with local cases? That’s not worth their time, and apparently the witness recanted their statement, club was free to go. I called Kia to let them know it was safe to go back to the Club house.

Once I hung up I heard the roaring of an engine pull in my drive, assuming it was Rollo coming to fetch me again I swung the door open to tell him not to bother, and my body was met with the hard chest of Flokis instead, pushing me into the house and kicking the door shut behind him.

Floki’s lips crashed into mine, he wasn’t the best with words, but he always made sure I understood his actions. His kisses became more urgent, his hands striping me of all clothing, soon I was straddling his hips as he carried me back to my room, throwing me on the bed he towered above me, stopping to admire what was his, what had always been his “My Queen” were the only words I needed to feel those butterflies in my stomach again.

Lying with my head on Floki’s chest I began to question it all, I gave so much effort to Floki, to the club, I loved them all truly, but would that all end one day? I could be a pretty bad bitch on the job or for the club, but when it came to Floki I was a mess, when we were fighting I was fierce, when we weren’t it was all bed sheets, tangled legs, sweet nothing’s, giggles and rainbows and shit, he was the same, maybe that was the problem, shit just blew up in our faces and we were to stubborn for our own good, but I was ready, it’s all or nothing, I needed to lay it out.

“I got a job offer in Rogaland” this job offer had come about right after Floki and I went off again a few weeks ago, and I had not accepted nor declined. My love for Floki was undying, but I was tired.

“You taking it?” he said without a trace of what he might want me to say.

I sat up on the bed pulling away from him, so I could look him in the eye “I feel like I’m where I should be, with you, with the club. My love for you Floki is unrelenting you know that. I know you give a ahit, you make it undoubtedly clear that I’m a priority in your life, you've saved my ass almost as much as I’ve saved the clubs, but we're either together or we're not, I am very well worth the it, but I can’t keep this up, and…..”

His lips met mine with urgency for the second time tonight “I love you Courtney, you will always be my Queen, you and the club, that’s all I’ve ever given a shit about, now shut up about this job your not going to take and lay back down with me” he grunted, then pulled me close and threw the covers back over us….I guess I had my answer.

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Rio & Buster

Rio: didn't know you had mates who weren't total twats, McKenna Rio: cheers though, was alright, actually Buster: You and me both, babe Buster: Don't waste your time telling me though, I'm sure he'll love it when you add more praise to his review Rio: Let's not go crazy with the self-indulgent gold star giving yet Rio: Though I know you posh boys love that unwarranted gratification 👌🍆 Buster: You already did from what I heard Buster: And yeah, he did love it by all accounts Rio: 🙄 Like he's never been to confession Rio: Awks Buster: No need now Buster: It's well off his chest Rio: Generous of you to be that sounding board Buster: Didn't give me a choice Rio: Gotta take that up with him, not me, babe Rio: can only ask I get my reviews back firsthand, like Buster: Been there, done that, cheers Rio: can imagine how that went Rio: take it it ain't same time next week like Buster: Ask him Buster: He's bound to be up for another crack at you Rio: Will do Rio: if he's done chatting to you, like Buster: He is Buster: Made sure of that Rio: Charming as always Rio: Oh, you boys Rio: just ask him out next time, it's obvs what you really wanted Buster: Not a homewrecker either, like Buster: Obviously more of your type than mine, babe Rio: Well, you saw him first, claim that dibs, babe Rio: I said he wasn't a total twat, if that counts as a ringing endorsement, then I worry for ya, boy 😂 Rio: Soz you wanted me to have a shit time and I made best with it 🤷 Buster: Whatever Rio: Moody Rio: Take it your date isn't down for round 2 Buster: Fuck off Buster: If I'm in a mood it's 'cause of that cunt telling me all about how up for it you were Buster: Nothing to do with her Rio: Alright Rio: But there ain't nothing I can do about that Rio: not like I told him to tell you Buster: I know Buster: You've already opened your legs for him now so it's done Rio: Shut up Buster: Too late to be touchy about it Buster: I told you not to fuck him Rio: And I told you you don't tell me what to do Rio: or not do Rio: and just 'cos he's running his mouth doesn't mean you can too Buster: I can do what I like Rio: Why do you like being a dick? Buster: Why do you like being a hoe? Rio: Feels good Buster: If that was true you'd pick your lads better Rio: How would you know Rio: know you've not actually fucked him yourself Buster: I have all the details I need and didn't ask for, remember Buster: And I know he's a pussy Rio: I'm so sure he saved his post-shag cry for you Buster: Shut up Buster: You're welcome for the 'feel good' and we're even so you can go Rio: Had nothing to do with you Buster: Fate was it? Buster: Christ Rio: Oh, piss off Buster: Gladly Rio: 👋 Rio: Grab a coffee forreal, you need the pick-me-up Buster: Such an expert on what I need Rio: Doesn't take a genius Buster: Lucky for you Rio: Whatever Rio: Least I know how to have a good time Buster: Yeah? Buster: When Buster: If last night's what you're leading with I almost feel bad for you Rio: Always Rio: Believe it or not, don't actually need you to organise my social life Buster: Nah, just bail you out when it goes to shit Rio: Even if that were close to the normal Rio: we're even now Rio: so you can't be bitter about that anymore Buster: I ain't Rio: What are you then? Buster: Right now, I'm fed up Rio: Why? Buster: You'd usually reckon you know Buster: Losing your touch? Rio: Nah, but you know, you're meant to let people talk their way to the solution Rio: not hand it to 'em Rio: #psych101 baby Buster: Says you Buster: I got these cunts in my ears talking and talking, sick of it Buster: My solution is gonna be to throw their arses out in a minute like Rio: You already know you need better friends Rio: just French exit for now Buster: And where are you that's so fucking desirable? Rio: Nowhere yet Rio: Some overpriced bar Rio: it's actually criminal Buster: So take your own advice before giving it to me Rio: go where? Rio: can't be arsed getting a room so I'm staying out 'til I go back home Buster: Don't be stupid Buster: There's loads of space here Rio: You're alright Rio: Like you said, your shit friends are there Rio: I'll see where the night takes me Buster: And I also said I'm sick of them Buster: But fine Buster: Come out with me. Show me that fun you're always having apparently Rio: Alright Rio: [Sends location] Buster: I'm not bringing your boyfriend Buster: If you want him, ask him yourself Rio: Like I said, let's calm down Rio: sounds like he's having a better time bragging than repeating and idc Buster: Yeah Buster: I'll be there in like 20 Buster: Think of somewhere better Rio: Way ahead of you Rio: Seriously, better pre-drink with these prices, boy Buster: Way ahead of you Buster: Behave and I'll sort you out with something to change the mood Rio: 😇 Buster: 😈 Buster: How hard do you wanna go? Rio: I better take the hardest Rio: you need to keep it fun and light over there 😜 Buster: I haven't left yet, I can change my mind Rio: Your mind's made up and we both know it Buster: You reckon? Rio: Know so Rio: But I'm down for whatever you bring Buster: You'll be regretting saying that when it's just me Rio: You reckon? Buster: You don't? Rio: Come find out Buster: On my way Rio: [One tense cockblock later] Rio: Well, no idea you and him were so serious about each other Buster: Shut up Rio: 😂 Rio: Bless Rio: Glad someone's checking up on you Buster: Besides you, like Buster: Stalking my feed Rio: Yeah, yeah Rio: message received, like Rio: never try and take their place again 😉 Buster: Is it? Rio: You tell me if I've got my wires crossed Buster: I don't need to tell you what you already know Rio: Worth a shot Buster: I know what it'd be worth Rio: You sure? Buster: Yeah Buster: Aren't you? Rio: Hmm Rio: Pretty sure Rio: Need a bit more convincing though Buster: Where are you now? Rio: [Airport selfie] Buster: What am I meant to do with that? Rio: You don't need the suggestion Rio: just saying Rio: 'til next time, McKenna Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: I know Rio: life's a bitch Rio: but work calls Rio: gotta get my account back in the black somehow after London prices Buster: Shouldn't have been so quick to ditch after one date, like Buster: Say what you like about that boy, he spends Rio: Can always get back in touch Rio: ask for his old man's deets, get me an ACTUAL daddy Buster: [Sends a photo of the lad and his dad] Buster: That's ended me Rio: 😷 Oh no Rio: Mr. Grey he ain't Rio: rather work at the shithole still Buster: Unlucky babe Buster: Plenty more rich old pervs in the postcode though, I'm sure Rio: Like you don't know Rio: giving me the naff deets Rio: c'mon Buster: I'm out as standard if I hear any old man's ride pull up in the drive Buster: Bad enough when they try and call me daddy I don't need to meet the actual for comparison Rio: 😂 Rio: That accent, just feel like you're getting shook down for pocket money or a new pony, right? Buster: Makes me miss your ends Rio: 🍀 Rio: no denying its a pantydropper of an accent Buster: Yeah Buster: Tempts me to show my face about Rio: Should Rio: much as you LOVE being the host with the most Buster: Might Rio: Why not Rio: Always some cunts Birthday, if you're looking for an excuse Buster: I don't reckon I need one Rio: Fair Rio: Not a total tourist Buster: Too right Buster: Proved myself many a time Rio: I mean Rio: Not getting away with it that easy Buster: Am I not? Rio: Definitely not Buster: I don't believe you Rio: We'll see if you come thru Buster: Reckon I need more convincing before I make the trip Buster: Dublin ain't that special, like Rio: Lies and slander, first of all 😏 don't let the fam catch you saying that, like Buster: They don't catch me doing anything, it's all good Rio: You better 🙏 they don't Rio: Me too when I work out how to convince you Buster: If you want me on my knees, only gotta ask Rio: Don't Buster: Just saying Rio: Well I'm JUST in public rn Rio: rude as always Buster: Well nobody's forcing you on that flight Rio: Only reality Buster: Fuck that Rio: Usually, I'd agree with ya Buster: Until next time then Rio: Yeah Buster: Safe travels, Cavante Rio: Mind how you go, McKenna

[the-firebird69]

Both happening now but mine earlier. Both on Earth and in space.

Zethura his house I supposedly slept in but it was Mary the queen of.... Well some areas.

They opened the house when they heard you speak of it. It's relatively remote almost abandoned. Wierd, it's history strange the reason stranger, to put me in it.

We act differently aren't coy or cordial not friendly, pretty much like you are. But as you

An odd movie but it's about the birth. The movie reflected it a little mostly they felt odd too. We are all dying celebrating her queenship. They hated it. And her.

Then they hated the men then found tards gawking at the moment listing for it over and over.

We saw it too hardly a quiver

An arrow hit me and you, no.

They were here, came up from Earth and made noises the whole way, they fell asleep a lot, were on a transport looked like thiers one voice again look we have been captured by us or whomever keep it in mind. No shouting and they acknowledged it started talking then yelling began.

She talked and talked I said corky fed you that he does it too now Trump has him. Talk threaten feel better get hit us you see we do that every time we are spies and assasins and always military

She stopped.

We held them up they said they were late we said we know your always late

They demanded to be let go. Thought it was your prank by Trump or bg demanded to see them or another of them we matched a few by no. One room only strumict controls well shilded atmosphere isolated thier farts sickening and several Chambers to get in and out for many reasons.

We hear this, this stuff is so rude I think I'm going to explode

Joe

And we move on.

They said this as they do to me every second of the day. Who are you what do you want... Where are you going. And I would say nobody nowhere and ranted on and on about thier location. They get pissed try harder. They lost every batyle

They help us they said with the math all leaned forwards to get up, tasers armed the kind Joe has but bright blue kept feet from them, ten or so to 200. They sat back down.

I thought it odd.

Our listeners heard this we revolt now no too many we can handle five, after the pause before I heard this give them a show let them relax. An insult ten guards on a bmvery valuable ship

They all thought to figure it out like an escape room.

Then we hear this hang him send it to Earth we stop. Listen. Wait. They hault draw back. They stall as they have for years, he gets hurt by pushing Macs try stalling. He stands up they plow him over.

Still doing it and insist he knows.

The ship flew by Uranus we pointed it out hatred for Arrianne from a time ago but they fake it? Maybe. We questioned them extensively after found they were all about the same age. 35.

We left them for a time came back beaming as they do us. How do you like the trip thusfar they didn't answer. We drove through thier curses found the boy doing it. Hung him in front ofbthem

They cried abuse we cited thier law.

Criminal for heresy

We talked more they balked. We decide not yu we said we are the party in control. Sit down she did immediately. We found them to be trite unreasonable mean and onry.

We see back to me.. them again probably

And we have fun now after birth. We say yes life is to be enjoyed with rules and laws and more

Back to the show.

They harrassed another and another to thier seat, the audience did they tried talking they gagged them. They asked if we could proceed in a formal slightly gutsy tone, somewhat fearful... Like please continue your majesty wecawait sentancing. Not sarcastic.

We proceeded to tell them where and why they were there almost truthfully, they failed to see it.

Asked for a lawyer. We said we have no such things we are Kaldothians, never heard of it, they laughed it's a prank

We spoke sternly, you see us on your streets and call us names.

They act bewildered. And I say this you've heard of this they think it a ruse

They bound him to stop him from blurting out thier stance on everything.

They wiggled every time I spoke

Finally one said unbind that one. They bound him good too. Found him earlier lurking behind them creepily.

He fell out of line no he talked and talked no he whimpered no. Hecsst upright and listened. Partly or wholy falling for thier ruse. They figured something out these are the ones who want to survive. And why.

They hesitated at first trying to spy guns in wall or floor

Have heard of it built them for us and thiers. They seek redemption so whst

We file in too.

Then we hear this he wants sex from everyone... We say no. He says no. Chop chop Joe Asians are the primer.

Ok we are dumb

Joe

They talk quietly for a while fifteen minutes mostly coded. A few break free they secure them smack them.

Are more subdued heard what corky did try to fool us... But what if this actual group

We hear it, it's cool how fast but what of us can't we jump him

No we tell you why now Preston

Oh ok

And we continue.

And the real reason comes out. The space ship, I tell them it's Downtown Abbey they freeze you must be her there is a bounty on your head, dead or alive... No h headshots. We laugh oh that's good anymore good news from yours. No. Then silence they look around it is recognize it from the TV show or movie.

And we hail you.. these suck here badly same shit. We know we hit them they HV cameras all over earth

We sat them down after interviewed each they spoke like this, emwsnt me to tone it down in a low sarcastic voice I said no I don't time it up hit them thier jaws flew off as I sent an image of one whoes jaw and face flew off.

They all started spitting and coughing and puking and saying nasty stuff at me got real onry and mean. Said they needed proof so I told them thier birthdays from thier I'd, and they laughed.

How aweful she isn't that young, then I said it's your new one like the forgien passport you idiots showed him, he said why are they showing that to me, I knew we bring candies chocolates food beverages from here you see. They liked it it meant weapons. They knew why.

We hear this from the crowd we want out. Now. They bent a knee and pleaded like football players then moved as one towards me ours tried stopping them, did, then we're pushed due to wieght. We got stuck in the first holding pen with a few the others shooed away by mean looking robots

I fell to my knees. And prayed to mine thanking them to help you.

And I hear he slept a bit. Needed it badly I heard. Wanted more made him masticate and ugly

We shot a few, organizers. The candy assed one first and red. The rest fell into line we thought

Revenge killings we saw in code