* I NEED A GANGSTA !

malkiel dombrova. twenty four. dealer. savages. richard james. fifty. sponsor. cobras. rigel o'sullivan. twenty three. medic. cobras.in affiliation with valdezhq. penned by lottie.

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thclovcrs‌:

     "i know, dad. don’t worry about it, that’s in the past.“ she reassured, squeezing rich’s hand softly. at the mention of the wedding, she smiled and looked down. "well – i don’t know if we are anymore. we were full on wedding planning, we even had an engagement party and an announcement the newspaper, but i guess i was scared to be all alone and making such a big commitment, so i left. but, he showed up here in valdez the other day and we’ve sort of reconnected – i still love him very, very much, and i know he has feelings for me too, so maybe we might pick up where we left off.” she said, smiling at her dad. “well, his name is ronan broder, he’s twenty five, and he’s from new york. i think that you would really like him. he’s really smart and very humble, and the kind of guy who just loves unconditionally.” rosie gushed. the blonde reached for something in the white hospital nightstand and handed her dad one of the rings she was wearing when the bomb went off. “and look – this is my engagement ring, it’s an heirloom. when i tried to give it back he told me that it was mine and that i should keep it, so i did. i know it’s cheesy and all, but i think that it kept us connected.” she said, with the look a person in love has when talking about their partner. “oh, and if we do get married, you’re gonna be a grandpa soon, because we’re gonna have four kids – well, maybe three. and y'know, we were planning to have them young so we can have the energy for four." 

over the years, richard had perfected the art of patience, of listening and of understanding. all he does at first is listen to his daughter’s words, the excitement that filled her, left the older man beaming back at her. delight was apparent, even if he felt guilt trickle in at the thought of missing any milestones in her life. he’d captured every single one he’d been a part of before, now -- now he’d missed some of the biggest and most life changing. he doesn’t get caught up in his thoughts, doesn’t let that occur. instead he focuses on her, focuses on her delight and does his best to share in it with her, despite his shame. “four grandkids, huh?” eyes widen. she was still young, but he suspected she’d lived more of a life now than her older siblings had. clearing his throat, he works out what to say in response, sweaty hands now rubbing across his suit pants, trying his best not to appear -- alarmed by it all. that might have been the wrong word. “it’s a beautiful ring. am i going to get to meet this man, since he’s going to be my son-in-law, possibly...probably.” he chuckles, the ring now the sole focus in the palm of his hand as he takes it in, happy that she’d found people that made her so very happy. “i guess if i’m a grandad younger, i’ll have more energy to babysit right?” he’ll murmur, beaming up at her as he takes her hand again, presses a kiss to the back of it. “’m so proud of you...damn, look at you -- making a whole life for yourself. s’all i ever wanted for you, you know..” 

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her eyes flutter as she rolls them at his teasing, the usual REACTION she’s always had to his teasing and their banter: some things do not change, after all. it is only a temporary pause in their exchange, and kaliah only smiles with a note of smugness and a hint of desire as she returns to kiss his lips, the edge of his mouth, and then the edge of jaw, the crook of his neck, slipping closer to him and tangling their limbs all the more with each heated kiss and lingering motion. “is it?” she questions to his– it’s better than i’ve thought about-- although it’s clear what she wants him to answer– and she only motivates him to do so with a simple slip of her touch from his side to his thigh, brushing against the fabric of his jeans with a tenderness tied with teasing and then putting more weight into her hold. she’s reminding him she’s there; there’s desire in her reach, and she flirts with her fingers, whispers temptation with her hold. she presses one last kiss before drawing back, leaving her forehead touching his and only speaking into the shared breath between them. she looks at his features now, in the dim moonlight and their heated nature, considering for a half-second if she should ask– and she does– “how long?” it’s quietly curious, but kali cannot help but WONDER as she exists in happiness now how long it might have been an option she was unaware of. she nudges his nose with hers, as if that will spur an answer. she specifies, in case it wasn’t clear– “did you think about it before now?” how long did these feelings exist without my realizing?

rigel’s neck arches to the side a little, welcoming the kiss she places against his neck. long lashes fluttering, a clear cut sign that he was enjoying every minute of this, despite being amazed it had even occurred in the first place. “yes, it is.” there’s no point denying it, nor hiding it -- he had hid a lot from her for so long -- too much. he barely waits a breath before he responds to her question, all the more wrapped up in her now, than he had been when she’d asked it. it’s exhilarating, to rigel, being able to blurt out exactly how he feels, exactly what he thinks about it all. he presses another kiss to her lips, leaning into every touch she delivers him. he knows the second question she asks will give away so much more, more than he’d anticipated confessing when he’d initially come up with his plan and built up the courage to follow it through. his forehead rests against her own, gaze searching her features for any indication that spilling the truth might in one way or another be a bad sigh. the male lets go of a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in, licks at his lips and hopes for the best. “oh yeah, yes...” he’ll say at first, as though that in itself was a well known fact. “i’ve thought about it for...” he trails off, chewing on his inner cheek as he contemplates how long it has been, he runs out of fingers quickly enough, “...for as long as i’ve known what kissing was.” eyes widen slightly, stunned at himself for making it known. maybe he shouldn’t have, maybe it ruined everything. he didn’t know, he hoped not -- prayed to every and any higher power that it wouldn’t. all he did know what that he didn’t want to lie to her, she’d asked it -- he couldn’t make up the answer. 

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You know what I realised, Miller?

[eriicmatthews]

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“yeah?” it’s three questions all in one, breathed through the smallest of smiles against his lips— was he sure she didn’t need to be sorry? had he liked it, truly? and had he actually thought of it before? kali certainly doesn’t think he might be a liar, but she was once more simply in need of confirmation, of ASSURANCE that he spoke the truth. after all, the implications if they were true would only spur her onwards. she takes his movements as answers for NOW and turns her body to the side to match the direction her head and gaze had been, now perpendicular to his frame and returning to his lips with just a few more degrees of urgency and warmth, encouraged. her hand only rests on his ribs now, both steadying herself and satisfying the desire to hold onto him as she kisses him again, tasting the liquor they’ve shared and something singularly HIS at the same time. she hopes it lives up to what he’d thought— she’s curious to know what exactly he thought, but kali is too occupied in the moment to dive into that conversation for now. she pauses for a moment, bumping his nose with her own and scrunching it for a moment, eyes shining. “prefer the real thing over thinking, myself,” she teases a little breathlessly, her forehead touching his. she knows she has always been the more OVERT with her relationships and physically affection in the past than rigel’s track history— to her knowledge– but this surpassed those for her. her leg folds and knee seems to slip against his legs ever so slightly, and kaliah kisses him again, pressing into him. she hums thoughtfully as she breathes once more. “i like it too.”

it’s hard for him to force his gaze away from her now, his smile growing -- nodding his head as an immediate response to her question. “yeah.” he speaks with such conviction, he’d never been more certain of anything in his entire life. rigel had maintained the belief that absolutely nothing in life was certain, but how he felt about this, his sureness was difficult to ignore or to argue with. as the kiss reignites, he moves closer still, his frame facing hers completely. an arm loops beneath her, around her waist, pulling her even tighter to his chest. it’s almost an innate response, his urgency to be close to her, for this kiss to continue on and on, charges his boldness. he’s more affectionate now than he’s ever been before, fingers stroking against the small of her back. “...this is better than any thought ‘ve ever had about it...” he chuckles loosely as his gaze searches her own once their foreheads are connected. the confession gives quite a lot away. not only had he thought about it, but he’d thought about it a lot. though he doesn’t seem embarrassed by his revelation. if anything, the deep exhale that falls proves it’s more of a relief than anything else. he’d never liked to hide anything from her, he’d never felt particularly good about it. “you do?” it’s spoken teasingly, practically purred against her lips, his smile growing once it’s escaped her lips. rigel wants kaliah to like it, he wants her to more than like it. her approval of it, further inspires his enjoyment of it. his lips slipping to press against her jaw; heart hammering wildly against his ribs -- if he was a cartoon character it’d be leaving a dent against his chest. “i want you to like it,” he’ll admit, breath soft against her skin. “...want you to more than like it.” he adds on quieter still, free hand resting on her knee once it’s slipped against his legs. 

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thcndcr‌:

her eyes cast down to the blanket, fiddling with it as he went quiet. aries’ lips pursed together as she waited. waited for a reaction, or for him to say something. “it was the last day of our senior year, the day when we were cleaning out our lockers and what not. he left that night without a word, and now he’s back.” as an fbi agent, but she wasn’t going to tell malkiel that, at least not yet.

“...so he fucked you over?” though it’s not spoken in so many words, malkiel considers ditching without a word can be interpreted as such. “you’re not...taking him back are you?” he asks then, looking up at her with narrowed chestnut hues. he doesn’t know why this story is necessary if that isn’t the case. unless she wants him to fight him back out of town. that could be arranged, he supposed. 

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ofbctrayals‌:

“i guess i just didn’t think i was your kinda girl.” the words escape with a little shrug, a small sigh. it is punctuated with another gulp of the whiskey she is so fond of. a confession of preconceptions that had become walls in her mind, a fortress of her own making, designed to hold herself back from allowing the feelings to grow any further. kaliah’s mind wanders to the many times she had considered that perhaps there might be something there– then quickly shooed the thought away, correcting herself, reminding herself that rigel was good and kind and unblemished by the battles and bloodshed in their town, whereas she came from the family that had architected the whole WAR and would see it through to the end, each caito’s hands stained with sins. “that i was too…” too messy, too dirty, too criminal, too corrupt, too everything that he didn’t need. she doesn’t finish the sentence, only exhaling and shaking her head to communicate her thoughts. “i don’t know, i was surprised for a lot of reasons. but a good surprise. and it is a good time,” kaliah smiles quietly, turning her head to look over at him beside her. she watches him react with such light and joy to a simple, beautiful thing such as the stars, and the smile only grows, provoking her to move just a touch closer. her shoulder brushes his now. it’s the laugh that bubbles from him— that laugh she has always loved, the laugh that has always WARMED her, it now brings a heat to her chest that inspires her to interrupt the entire conversation, the entire whatever’s-happening, and close the space between the figures lying side by side on the blanket and plant her lips upon his in one sudden movement, free hand rising to cup his jaw in her grasp. the hand that had remained resting on his knee involuntarily squeezes along with the kiss, as if grounding herself to remember it was all REAL. when she breaks away for a moment, she exhales: no longer holding her breath after who KNEW how long, wondering what it would be like to do what she just did. eyes remain closely watching his features for a reaction from her place lying beside him, questioning his thoughts. she breathes an apology— for interrupting, for perhaps moving too quickly, for imposing her definitely drunken kiss upon him, for the taste of rich liquor on her lips, for the complications it had taken to get them there—- “sorry.”

it alarmed him, shocked him, that she’d ever think she wasn’t his kind of girl. of course, it would be a lie to ever say he hadn’t considered the opposite a truth. that he wasn’t the type of guy she’d ever feel anything for. he was timid, not loud enough, not strong enough. not enough of something, of anything. it hadn’t even entered his mind that, that kaliah thinking she wasn’t his type of girl could have contributed to their situation, whatever that had been. her confidence had always inspired him, he’d always admired how sure of herself she seemed to be. he doesn’t expect her to finish off the remark she trails off from. too -- too smart, too strong, too beautiful? those would all make sense from rigel’s perspective. the more he thinks about it, the more he convinces himself that they balance each other out...in one way or another. they said opposites attract, it wasn’t outlandish to say that could be them, too. even if it had always just been a mere fantasy, before. now though, there’s a stroke of confidence and hope that has hit him directly in the chest and stomach and the excitement he feels due to it is very hard for him to disguise. he’s ready to speak up again, then her lips are pressed to his own and his heart picks up pace, butterflies escape the boundaries of his stomach and flutter around his entire frame. it takes him a moment, a stunned moment to reciprocate it, but he does -- deepens it even, in his haste; one hand resting upon her own that squeezes at his knee, the other carefully cupping her cheek. breathless as she pulls away from it, he’s speechless and can only shake his head at her apology right away. it’s something he’d dreamed of before, but for the first time in his life his fantasy world paled in comparison to the reality. “don’t...don’t be sorry,” he speaks with a firmness that he was often deprived of. he didn’t want her to apologise for it, to regret it. his skin still tingles because of it. “i liked it, like it...i’ve thought - thought about it before,” the confession leaves his lips, suddenly, but he wants her to know the truth, he doesn’t want to let this opportunity fall through his fingers. leaning in his nose brushes against her own before their lips collide again, his hand moving from kaliah’s own to cup her other cheek, lashes fluttering to a gentle close. 

[yoursonny]

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What’s the plan?

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Coron, Palawan | danmaniel

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“maybe i have,” kaliah decides, feigning a serious look in his direction. she has, of course. not ever when he was looking, of course. of course. how could she not have? she squints a little, as if trying to determine whether or not she’d betray the truth to the individual before her. “i mean, i am now. if that answers your question.” she sighs dramatically, although a brief chuckle escapes her before she brings the drink to her lips and drains it this time, quick with a refill following. “you’ve been the shit plenty of times before. always being there, listening to me, you know— this is not the first time you’ve been the shit, rigel,” she says, and although her voice laughs her words are serious. he has always been dependable, always been a source of friendship and trust. “surprised that you’d want to do this with me. not surprised that you’re such a gentleman and everything.” she points through the air as she speaks, then punctuates her sentence with another sip. her head turns to face him, listening carefully. she’s rather aware of the lack of distance existing; rather aware of how his eyes crinkle when he smiles, how amiable he’s been through the whole thing. “of course i’d wanna come with you.” she knocks a hand against his knee, but leaves it there instead of drawing back as she might have in the past. “i like that you thought about it.” her voice is quieter now. she finishes the drink, flickering her gaze upwards at the stars above them. the brunette goes straight from the bottle now– a long pull, but she’s never been concerned about hiding such things from rigel– and lays back, relaxing on the blanket with her touch still on rigel’s leg. “all my favorite things. you remembered ‘em, and i mean– you’re one of ‘em.” she sets the bottle down and points upwards, hoping he’ll recline and join her. “north star.” 

"i'll always be here for you, to listen -- whatever you need, no matter what happens." it's not just a promise, it's a fact. regardless of which path their friendship travelled, rigel knew that he wouldn't be able to deal, wouldn't be able to survive without kaliah, least of all not here. she'd been right there for as long as he could remember, he couldn't even bring himself to ponder a scenario where they parted ways. even if feelings might have made it hard to breathe around her sometimes, he suspected it’d be even harder to...be away from her. eyes wander towards kaliah then, as he bites down into his bottom lip, securing the smile -- not willing it to be all too blinding. "why are you surprised?" even if he was surprised she'd agreed, that wasn't to say he suspected it to be overly shocking that he wanted to spend more time with her, like this. rigel had always hoped his admiration wasn't all too apparent, but he'd never anticipated it actually being the case. he finishes off his own drink, like clockwork pouring another. "i'm glad, believe me." his heart hammers wildly against his chest as her hand rests against his knee, swallowing thickly he rests his hand between them, looking over at her as she continues to compliment him, "...it had to be good, wanted it to be good -- maybe the best time we've ever spent together," the best time spent in general, but he chooses not to divulge that, not willing to get above himself. as her gaze wanders above them towards the stars, his own remains attached on her for a moment, before leaning back against the blankets. it feels good, knowing that he counted as one of her favourites, he hoped he never did something to cause that to change. “...the most vital star of all the stars...” he trails off as he looks up, searching out everything his mother had taught him, everything they had located since they’d first started stargazing when they were younger. wincing until he discovers something else he recognises, pointing up at it with pure delight, “orion! the best constellation if i do say so myself..” he cocks his collar playfully, laughter splutters from his lips once it’s been said.

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scvagery‌:

she scoffs a bit at life saver, as if enabling the day drinking habits of fellow members could be considered a good thing. but then she wouldn’t have gone into the club business if she wasn’t willing to overlook the addictions of others —not to mention the hypocrisy that would be in play, considering her own tendency to imbibe.    ❛  you know,  i’ve heard that   ——in fact, i hear it’s a favorite among elderly women.  ❜      and there’s an actual smile as she teases him, hands busied with making the requested drink. once it’s finished and sitting in front of him, she leans against the bar on her elbows, one shoulder rising in a shrug.    ❛  business is fine. there’s no shortage of people into drinking and dancing. i think i might actually need to hire a few more people, i’m swamped.  ❜     a pause, and the smile fades slightly before she asks what should be the polite next question.     ❛  how ‘bout yours ?  ❜      of course his  “business”  is of a less… legitimate nature than her club, but business is business.

there were a few things that malkiel was famous for -- or more so, infamous for. one of them was not being playful, which is what makes the playful glare that takes hold of his dark hues all the more rewarding. "hey, elderly women have taste -- usually get hit on most of all by them too," it's his turn to tease, cheek resting against his hand, free arm resting idly against the countertop; elbows and all. "is that so?" the words get him thinking; fingers now wrapped around the glass, index finger tapping against the glass. "d'ya expect a resume or will knowin' you be enough?" he questions, not as subtly as he might have hoped. a silent laugh that merely exposes a smile across his lips as she asks her question, taking a long sip of his drink. " s'fine too. no shortage of people who want a high in one way or another." he wasn't ashamed of his work; if anything, he felt a sense of pride due to it. he took it seriously, worked hard to be the best he could be, never willingly comparing himself to the others that work valdez. "...probably need a side job, though. one that's a little less -- frowned upon."

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waywcrdsons‌:

Maks gives a sideways glance to the man who stepped in his orbit, sensing considerably less hostility than the pair who were now on the ground in the world’s least entertaining wrestling match. 

(As long as they were hurting each other and no one else, Maks was happy to let them duke it out.) 

“I would say yes, for the most part,” Maks answers honestly, assuming that by his comment it must mean he mustn’t have spent much of the aforementioned life within Valdez. 

“Drink?” He offers, no agenda attached to the question. “If you are sticking around then I’m sure you’ll need it.”

He wasn’t shy in allowing those around him to be aware of how new he was in town, it wasn’t as though he believed it could be used against him. Then again, a lot of his previous beliefs had been pried open and changed already, since he’d moved to Valdez. 

Not that he regretted it, he never regretted much of anything ( at least that’s what he’d always assure everyone whom asked. )

“Always. Who’d say no to that?” As if Richard James could ever turn down a drink, his smile is almost warm as he outstretches his hand, “Richard James. Or Rich.” He introduces himself, wanting to make himself at least a little more established in the community.

 “I’ll get the next round in, I’m all about fairness.” It was a stretch to say that was completely true, but what was the point of arriving in a new town if you couldn’t reinvent yourself? 

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“yeah, if you’re a star, i think i’ve been stargazing for a while–” kaliah remarks, a laugh escaping lips that had been upturned in a smirk. realizing that had been particularly overt, even for her, she widens her eyes a degree. “not that i just stare at you, like– i’ve been looking at you before, you know? like i look at you when we talk and hang out and stuff,” she rambled, the ever confident dealer now knocked off her game for a beat. if she had been fairer in complexion, the blush on the apples of her cheeks would have been noticeable. she nods a little enthusiastically in response to his question. “yeah, that’d be great, whatcha got in here?” she peers into the open bag, impressed by the inventory of its contents: a couple of her favorite liquors, some carefully prepared and packed food, even a flashlight. a small smile involuntarily appears on her features, heart warmed by the effort rigel has clearly gone through for their time together. “oh, this is— this is amazing, this is— the shit.” her language falls to its usual bluntness, but she knows he is far and away used to it, and simply laughs lightly at the slip. perhaps it is a date, but it is still the two of them— best friends before anything— and kaliah makes herself at home, pouring out two drinks for the pair of them. she raises her own beverage in a cheers; a toast to the excursion, the evening, to them. “you’re good at this, o’sullivan,” she says. the brunette subsequently shows her penchant for drinking and downs half her serving before adding, “thank you.”

her words immediately provoke a raise of the male’s brows, providing him with another shot of confidence he hadn’t realised he needed. feigned suspicion paints rigel’s features as she starts to ramble her reassurances, cocking one brow -- though he was sure she was telling the truth. “are you sure about that? you’ve never just stared at me, then?” nodding his head, lips pout a little, “...alright alright, i’ll take your word for it.” he’ll murmur his own assurances, before adding a not so subtle, “just me then.” he’s not sure where he finds the confidence, but he hopes it remains, even if his heart is beating at a expeditious rate against his chest, he even starts to suspect it’s trying to escape. arms wrap around his legs as he watches her search the confines of the bag he’d so carefully prepared. he’d done his best to provide some variety, to prove that he knew what she liked and to stay away from what she didn’t. rigel snorts at her praise, “i’m glad you think so. all ‘ve ever wanted is somethin’ i’ve done to be the shit, y’know that about me.” laughter echoing now. he wraps his hand around the glass, mirroring kaliah’s raise of it before taking a healthy sip of his drink, never one to allow alcohol to go to waste. “are you surprised?” he’ll ask, his smile full of a natural endearment as he takes another swig of his drink, “you’re more than welcome. thank you for agreeing to come here with me, i -- uh, put a lot of thought into it. you deserve a lot of thought.”