Poison me Daddy

Lukas!25!Totally a Legit Cop!

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Friday Forever - Trophy Eyes

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andrcax:

               fists clenched upon the voice of another coming by her side , but instantly relaxing at the face of a familiar person , allowing herself to let a sly smirk to form on her lips as her brown hues moved from lukas to the other that was being told to scurry off. ‘ i can’t promise to hold him back , love. would run off if i were you , ’ she stated , although a jab moved it’s way through her heart as it used to be buzz by her side in these situations instead of the other. turning towards lukas once they were left alone , she leaned her back against the bar top. ‘ good , i’m fuckin’ famished. nothing a little tequila couldn’t help. ’

Lukas supressed a chuckle when he heard Andi using him as intimidation-- not that he minded, he actually kind of liked it. Liked seeing the surprise and fear on other’s faces as they realized exactly how massive and strong he was- and this guy was no exception, hurrying away as Lukas smirked. “Wait... I thought famished meant really hungry, though?” He furrowed his brow momentarily before shaking his head at himself. He was probably wrong, anyway. “Anyhow, sounds good to me.” He gestured the barkeep over and ordered two shots of tequila. “So, how’re you holding up?” He asked once the bartender went to pour out their alcohol.

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George’s drumming faces >>>

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barbiehmu:

Now that the FBI was walking around and investigating, or as Barbie saw it “snooping around”, she ad to be more careful with her drug deals. She didn’t feel like getting in trouble with the feds over something as stupid as drugs when she knew there were bigger problems. “Yo put that shit away,” Barbie said as she noticed the baggy the person next to her was holding. “They’re literally watching everything, so I’d rather us not get in trouble for being stupid.”

“Oh-- sorry.” Lukas sheepishly tucked the bag back into his inner pocket, though not before bringing a finger up to his mouth to rub against his gums. “Just needed a quick hit. Won’t do it again, promise.” He sniffed and tucked his hands into his pockets. “Think this’ll last me awhile, though. Thanks. How much I owe you?”

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andrcax:

               with her hearing finally coming back to it’s full potential , she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath at the irony of herself possibly ruining it again with the loud music pumping through the speakers at the club , lights flashing around her body & her pupils probably larger than life from the previous lines she took in the bathroom. ‘ look —- , ’ she stated , body practically radiating annoyance. ‘ you’re annoying me. either buy me a drink or fuck off , yeah ? ’

Lukas probably would’ve been recovering faster if he were following the doctor’s orders, but... that wasn’t exactly his strong suit. Instead of relaxing at home with plenty of fluids, he was relaxing at the club with plenty of fluids-- relaxing being dancing and flirting, and fluids being alcohol. Like hell he was going to let an arm full of 2nd degree burns slow him down. He was at the bar getting another drink when he heard someone off to the side; Andi, being bothered by some guy. “Yeah, fuck off.” He jeered with her before laughing. “I’ll buy you that drink, though.”

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Redemption | Musings

Lukas watched from inside of his apartment window as black cars with tinted glass and boxy vans with FBI written on the sides rolled by, slowed by the rain that had pummeled in a few hours ago. One of his cats silently jumped up onto the windowsill, blinking dark green eyes at him before turning to the window. He stroked it once, watching her rich brown fur ripple underneath his touch.

“What are you looking at?” A voice made him jump slightly, only to relax at realizing that his father was up-- and knew who he was, today. A bittersweet pang hit Lukas in the chest as he offered him a small smile.

“Just the feds coming through, Da.” He sighed and looked back out the window, smeared by raindrops. He remembered those kinds of cars as a child, on the rare occasions he got to see his mother. Sometimes he would be picked up in one and driven to an undisclosed location, other times she would be dropped off at their house. Both still gave him a strong connection to them, feeling a bit achy on the inside just looking at the vehicles.

“Oh.” His father paused for a few moments. “Is Ma coming home?”

Lukas let out a slow breath through his nose, clenching his jaw and fighting the urge to yell or cry or break something or some combination of the three. He hated it when his dad couldn’t remember his wife the most.

“No.” He managed, voice tight, eyes watery. “She’s not.” Another long pause.

“What happened to your arm, son?” He’d asked that a day ago. And the day before that.

“Just a fire on the job, Da. It’ll be fine.” He muttered, loud enough for his father to hear him. They remained like that for a few more minutes before Lukas got up. He towered over his father now, who seemed to be getting smaller and smaller each day. Looking at him, his heart felt weighted. “Is there something you needed?”

“Oh, yes. Where is the washing machine?”

“In the back, Da. I’ll help you.” His father didn’t protest as he helped with the laundry, the two silently sorting clothing. 

Everything that was happening now-- memories of his mom, his dad’s current condition, the bombing the gang had went through, and now FBI involvement suddenly stirred something with him; an idea. One that left him quite literally breathless.

“I- I’ll be right back.” Lukas stumbled out of the small laundry room, down the hall and into the living room. He fumbled with the latches on the window before opening it up, making the cat jump away while he leaned in, breathing the fresh, damp air.

It was no secret that he was tricked into joining the gang; after being made an idiot, guiltripped, blackmailed, then tempted in with two paychecks, he felt as though he had no choice. After all, he needed the money for his father’s medicine and therapy. He had gotten used to certain aspects of gang life over the years-- hell, even liked some of it, and made plenty of friends along the way as he alwas did, but... it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He just wanted to be a regular police officer, climb the ranks and eventually work his way into the FBI- just like his mother.

But now, there was a way to make it all right again. There was a way out, a way to make his mother proud of him. After all; the FBI were right here.

All he had to do was... be an informant, right? Like, a double-crosser. The thought made his heart pound out of both fear and excitement. If he did come clean, he’d probably get in trouble-- but not too much, right? After all, doing that would be better than staying silent about it. Would it affect his career at the local police force? Would he be fired, or worse, arrested? He didn’t know; and all of these problems were just if he thought about himself.

If he did this, then he’d be putting everyone at risk. Friends, hookups, partiers, lovers, coworkers... everyone. They could all get arrested because of him. He hated the thought of that, but he couldn’t deny how incredible the opportunity would be to introduce himself as an ally to the FBI. To finally do what he always wanted to.

Lukas took a deep breath, and almost tasted the rainwater in the back of his throat. It was time to think about redemption.

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Love Me

The bombing had shaken everyone– Lukas included, With his right arm wrapped in patches of gauze to protect his various burns, he was still one of those who got away luckily. Others, he had found out later on, died. For some reason, he found himself reaching out to Bambi. She came over to his apartment and they cuddled, talked quietly, and were occasionally visited by a cat or two. She was comforting to him in a big way, a way that made him feel cozy and warm on the inside. He could only hope that he made her feel the same way.

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' i smell like beef '

“It’s not a good smell, man.” Lukas wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “You wanna borrow some cologne or something? Unless that is cologne you’re wearing, then... I’m sure it smells good to some people!”

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‘  so no head?  ’

“Nah, I’m just kidding. Of course you get head. If you’re getting anything from me, it’s head.” Lukas grinned against her neck, then paused. “And the sparkling conversation, of course.”

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‘ todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.

“I fucking feel that, dude! Honestly.” Lukas sighed and shook his head, staring at the news on the TV which was currently covering the blasts that they had endured. “Mind switching the channel though? I actually don’t know what the weather’s gonna be today and I wanna take a walk and do shrooms.”

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‘ oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife ’ - from tommy

“Dude... me the fuck too.” Lukas giggled wildly as he chowed down on the Chipotle that they had gotten. “Oh fuck, we should totally hit Taco Bell after this. Dude. They have those fucking... cinnamon balls. Fuck.”

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*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

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Lukas... was not in good shape, at all. While he hadn’t been at the epicenter of the first explosion, he was close enough that he fell unconscious near a fire it had set off. When he came to, flames had eaten away at the sleeve of his right shirt, and set his skin alight. Yelping, he put it out as quick as he could-- but the damange was done. His arm was criss-crossed with red, painful burn marks, and while he could immediately tell that they weren’t 3rd degree, thank god, it was still pretty fucking painful at 2nd degree.

He had set out to find an exit, when felt something simultaneously familiar and dreadful. His mouth went dry, and he stumbled to the nearest surface, leaning against it heavily. In the midst of partying, copius drinking and drugs-- Lukas had brought his epileptic medication with him, but hadn’t taken it in some time. Shaky hands searched his pockets, but he found none. Fuck. FUCK. “If anyone’s there,” he groaned, limbs starting to shudder as he eased himself down. “I’m about to have a seizure. Help.”

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butbambi:

bambi giggled as he got down onto his knees, taking the time to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “on your shoulders?” more laughed slipped passed her lips. “i’m going to feel like a giant like you for once.” she murmured before very carefully climbing onto his shoulders. she held onto him tightly. 

Lukas couldn’t help but grin at the little kiss Bambi pressed against his cheek, but before he could move to return it she was behind him, hesitantly climbing up his broad shoulders. “Yeah! You’ll get to see my point of view and then some.” He laughed, waiting until she was comfortably settled before he straightened up, hands immediately going to her thighs to help steady her around his neck. “Onward!”

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fvcksloane:

    ‘  you shouldn’t deprive the people of such a wonderful sight,  ’  sloane admits through a growing smirk, her soft blues raking over his frame and tacking on,  ‘  i can easily vouch for that.  ’  the promise of finding a pool and taking a dip really did sound like a blast, especially with someone like lukas, so the sly brunette wastes no time stripping off her t - shirt and standing before him topless.  ‘  let’s get a head start, shall we  ?  ’  she pulls his large hand along, recalling the way it curled around her throat, and feels a giddy warmth as they move around.

“Wonderful? You flatter me.” Lukas laughed, pressing a hand to his own chest as if taken aback.  “I know you can. There are probably some straight guys here who’ll be like ...ew but fuck ‘em anyway.” He grinned, eyes widening when Sloane just stripped herself of her shirt right then and there, leaving her in a cute bra. “Uhh, fuck yeah!” He smiled, taking off his shirt as well, carelessly tossing it aside before being taken in tow. Her hand felt small around his-- though, everyone’s did. “You having a good time so far? I’m like fucking- litty city over here.” He giggled.

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under the blue/take me in, curious

Have your dreams ever been broken?

... Yeah.

Do you drink to help ease your pain?

Nah, I drink to have fun. I usually smoke up for that.

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expectations asks 💋

feelings — have you ever been hurt because you’re too kind?

what i need — do you miss someone who’s done you wrong?

sleepover — have you ever fallen in love with someone who just wanted to be friends?

mercy/gatekeeper — do your feelings ever keep you up all night?

under the blue/take me in — have your dreams ever been broken?

curious — do you drink to help ease your pain?

xx — who’s the last person that screwed you over?

wanna be missed — does your lover miss you when you’re gone?

he’ll never love you — do you like to leave marks on your lover?

palm dreams — is there a place you go that always makes you feel better?

molecules — has someone ever broken your heart?

let it be — have you ever had it all and lost it?