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demi lovato just popped up playing ‘sorry not sorry’ on mtv and look, i thought i was okay. but fuck man, i’m not okay. but i hope she’s okay. i’m done. please plot my sorrows away with me
setting: outside the strip club
the brit was found outside huffing, muttering swears to themselves.. maybe on a high, maybe drunk, they were done with the strip club. " fucking done with these middle age dick splashes runnin’ in like they own the joint. all i wanted was a little company.. " an understatement. " and this dick head is coming in stealin’ girls like shan yu the hun.. in a fuckin’ v-neck.. " toff scoffed. " he isn’t even alright lookin’.. i wouldn’t mind if the bloke was some silver fox.. but his ego and his overrated bollocks are suffocating me.. “ they muttered, some innocent sadness on their face. " just wanted to chat to the girls.. "
devilwcmen:
“you smell,” the blonde says with a pinched expression. she could get a whiff of it from a mile away - or was that her exaggerating again? no matter, mira didn’t care for the scent and she needed to make it known. “what is that? i don’t like it.”
" sex, drugs, rock and roll.. " they mused, taking a drag of their smoke, glancing to her. " alrigh’.. it’s just tequila.. " they muttered. " body shots are a myth.. they seem sexy in the movies and shit but it’s a joke.. now i just stink.. it’s bollocks. “
dvmonts:
there are many perks to being among the smallest of her peers. she can travel faster, lighter and rest more comfortably in chairs when meetings stretch on, but one thing that definitely doesn’t come under the title of perk is the fact she is often out matched when it comes to physical strength, and the bandage that now covers her wounded shoulder is testament to that. “i’ve… had worse.”
toff was a tall thing. matching many of the lads on the height scale, passing some even, everybody that was even a tad smaller was just tiny to toff. watching the other.. some sense of sorrow and vulnerability hit them seeing the bandaged wounds. " worse? " they repeated. " from who? i’ll knock them round.. "
drewsconflicted:
“with all the commotion,” drew places his hands on the bar top, knuckles white from the pressure as he pushes away. “i think i’ll just go dance with someone and hope to god they’re not the fuzz.” once standing on the worn soles of his boots, he smoothed out his shirt and huffed. a single, shaky hand reached for the last shot glass on the counter top and tossed it back, a slight grimace giving away that he wasn’t entirely dead on the inside.
cheapest shit you got. that’s what toff asked for. they were never used to having cash back home.. living in back alleys on london, using whatever change they had to feed their little pitbull, toff’s priority was little elvis. even with cash now, they used it sparingly.. until they got drunk.. then they’d buy the whole place tequila shots. knocking back the end of their pint, they glance to the other. " oi.. where’s my dance? " they called after him. " been watching you a while handsome.. " they taunted. " and i’m offended your ‘aven’t asked me to go all dirty dancin’.. " toff added with a drunken pat to his cheek as they stood a firm 6′1′’. " i’ll be a gent then.. dance with me..? " hand extended to him.
malfvyisms:
she didn’t remember falling asleep, but she was happy that she had because she needed the rest. the last thing she remembered was righting in her journal like she did every night. she must have fallen asleep in her bed. rolling over, not wanting to wake up just yet, she snuggled closer to the person next to her. ‘ what the fuck… ’ she didn’t remember going out and hooking up with someone.
finding themselves in the bed of another woman wasn’t exactly a surprise. but finding themselves in the bed of another woman who could kill them.. literally kill them. dare toff say it.. they were both intimidated and aroused. shifting somewhat, wearing a pair of boxers and off the shoulder suspenders, toff as usual couldn’t remember very much of the night before. shifting somewhat, the brit opened tired eyes to find the other, pulling back slightly with a jump. " what the fuck.. " they repeated, looking at her, hand holding a pounding head. " knew you wanted to bed me.. " toff taunted, voice somewhat shaky. trying to make light jokes with someone who’s bed they were in.. shouldn’t be so nerve wrecking. then again. toff never woke up beside an assassin before. " just jokin’ by the way... " awh fuck, don’t kill me.
gotmedicine:
• * • the last couple of days have been a rotating repeat at the hospital: heal, rest, heal, eat, heal, rest. it was becoming rather unnatural at this point. fallon has spent most of her nights in the hospital, ensuring that if she were needed in a dire moment her pager would sound off and she would be there. the recent events ( the bombs and the sudden attention to the town ) also kept fallon around, as many of the patients she attended to these past few days had been victims of the tragedy. in fact, fallon had just finished up with a few check-up burns before she made her way back to the resident wing. with a yawn, she side-stepped a few individuals as she made her way towards the exit. she was finally off duty.
trust toff to pick fights with anybody.. really.. anyone. a drunken disaster at four am.. maroon doc martens paced through the hospital. they never liked hospitals.. it smells funky. not a good funky. albeit, catch them guiltily smelling a handful of hand sanitiser. noting the blonde.. one who’d patched toff up more times than they’re care to admit, toff soon caught up.. with legs up to their neck in their own opinion. the significantly taller other shoved their hands deep into their pockets. " cheers again.. for that, love. they muttered their thanks, swallowing their pride. " you’re really saving me skin from the old bill, you are. " the police. something that gave toff the shivers.. this human mountain.. couldn’t trust those guys as far as they could throw them. " you off now? " they asked. " let me buy you a drink !! "
𝐢𝐟 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝 —— it me. not the living legend banksy. or.. y’know.. maybe i am. let me tell u about the bane of ur life.
i’m bringing to you, fresh from east london, toff. toff is rn.. a foot soldier and v much.. muscle for hire.
toff was the result of a drug fuelled one night stand. their father was an unemployed young man.. with a rather keen need for drugs. their mother was a girl who just steered off in the wrong direction. with peer pressure and some rose coloured glasses, she slipped into the world of drugs too. after toff was born, their father was well and truly gone.. nowhere to be see. their mother was now.. a young mother living in homeless shelters, with a tiny baby and a roaring drug problem.
toff was often in and out of care. anytime they seen their mother she’d speak of how toff coming around ruined her life. that she once had everything. no matter how many people told toff it was the drugs talking, little toff took it completely to heart. always getting yelled at for.. being too loud.. laughing.. playing.. toff quickly found it better to hide away how they felt and just.. pretended they were on their own.. staying well away from their mother.
by eighteen, toff was in on drugs too.. they needed to see what the big fuss was about it.. they needed to see what tore that ‘little family apart’. and toff tried everything at least once. as of today, they insist they’re fine but maybe.. uses this as a coping mechanism.
with no parents to take care of toff, and the foster system chucking them out at eighteen, toff became homeless for a good few years.. like their mother, in and out of shelters or sofa surfing on couches of their drug dealers or those they got high with.
around the age of twenty four.. some of the guys were going on a week break to america to ‘check out the drug scenes in clubs’ mainly to be honest. toff blindly followed along. once they got there, they were sold. they knew they weren’t leaving, especially with nothing left in england for them anymore
through words of their now new dealers, toff found this gang.. some west side story bollocks, toff would insist. but they were close. slowly, toff done jobs for them.. favors.. but eventually, they slipped into the ranks as a soldier & independent muscle for hire. at 6′1′’, they’re.. more than ready to fight.
lil extra animal cruelty tw:
toff found a pitbull fighting ring in london.. after beating the shit out of those running it, toff took to one little bullie and fell in love with him. from that day, they looked after him, renaming him elvis *they were high and y’know.. elvis was playing from some swanky cafe round the corner. elvis is their world.
toff is pretty shitty about letting people in. they’re brutally honest and often results in people leaving them alone. but sure.. no company like your own right?
they really like reading. they’re not the smartest but they love to try.. peter pan.. is a keen obsession.
I’ve found the cure for love.