#barbedanddangerous

[kvllerprincess-moved]

( closed starter for @barbedanddangerous )

               She wasn’t allowed to go with, none of the wives were with the exception of one and that was her mother. She couldn’t say she wanted to rock the establishment on that one but she was always nervous when two of the most important people in her life went out, of course, Frankie had no real clue what kind work that her mother and pseudo-stepfather turned husband did, she was more concerned about the Walkers, there was some innocent left about her.

              With the caravan returning Frankie would remain in earshot of the radios listening to any kind of causalities, she should have realized that if it were her mother or N.egan someone would have been much more panicked. But something had happened of course and Negan had gotten his hands dirty, everyone could see that from the blood on his body and how he was going on and on about Lucille. She could see her mother handling a person she'd never seen before, she wasn't going answer questions instead she move to meet both of them in the yard. 

            By the time she'd gotten out of the compound she managed to see her mother for a moment, who gave her a nod of acknowledgment but who clearly had to deal with this newcomer who she'd later learn was named Eugene. "Daddy?" Her finally spoke, she probably shouldn't have called the leader that in front of everyone but she didn't care, and neither did the leader. Eyes went wide when she finally saw him, she lacked the killer instinct so to see him covered in blood startled her -- "Oh my god." Acting like it was actually his or that it was something bad, “....are you ok?” She was so innocent and because of that she was the crown jewel of his little harem. 

[deadgcrlbye]

        ❝ after i dropped the kids off i went grocery shopping-- i had some extra cash, so i figured i’d splurge a little. the fridge is fully stocked, as is the pantry. i’m gonna start dinner, then go pick up the kids. stop looking at me like that. it’s not a big deal, the fridge needed help, and i had the money. oh! and I did the laundry-- it’s all folded and put away. ❞ he gave her a job, and sure, maybe she’s gone a little above and beyond, but she doesn’t mind. it’s better than some of her other jobs. ❝ tomorrow I was thinking about taking them out for a movie-- do you want to join us? it’ll be nice, and I know they’d love it if you’d come. ❞

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[oftigerstripes]

@barbedanddangerous - { roman alvares }

           Notepad, check. Pen, check. Candle burning at her desk giving off the scent of later check. Shiva would assume the position as it was, taking a seat in a plush chair across from an equally plush love seat. Her next appointment would be hear soon, thankfully it was one of her regular patients. She hated hearing those cheesy lines like ‘you’re far to be beautiful to be a doctor’. It was true, the woman could have been more suited to the pages of a fashion magazine instead of this office, but it was what she had decided to do with her life. For every bit of beauty she possessed, her brains were more admirable and she’d been taught that way too. Aside from a few little hiccups she’d done her family very proud. 

         “I’m read’ty for my next patient.” She said using the intercom in her office, dated thing but still it made her feel important. Legs crossed over one another in such a way that too much skin was shown for a normal doctor, but she wasn’t. The black pencil skirt required her to keep her notepad on her lap well the red blouse offered nothing but an outline of her upper body. Tapping her toes to some kind of unnamed melody heard only in her head she’d wait for the next patient.

[leodefortis]

@barbedanddangerous​ // FOR ROMAN ALVAREZ

mid west winters, something nicole would never grow accustomed to but for the sake of her career, she had to. also for the sake of certain friendships that she’s made over the past few months, she had to buck up and face the extreme weather conditions. thank god today was destined for fairly decent weather. charlie would have to repay otherwise for this lending favor. this favor, one that shouldn’t be too difficult for the real estate agent to go through with. after all, she had a knack for what the buyer always wanted. even if right away, they were against her choices, she’d tend to their needs soon enough. this time, however, she hasn’t yet met this mysterious brother of the downtown diner owner. to say it was quite nerve eating was an understatement but nicole, she could hold her own fairly well. unless the temperature was sloping downwards to particular ticks on the thermometer and she was outside apartments bundled up, trying to hide in her coat’s fur. why did she ever agree to meet in the open, in the chicago january air? oh right. CHARLIE. she doesn’t even know his brother’s name or if he knew of the location. the southside was vast in area, buildings blended in, resembling others. any wait past five minutes was a wait too long.

to her surprise on minute number three, a tallish figure makes its appearance known. his neck shrinking into the collar of his peacoat. a man with some fashion sense. surely he can’t be related to charlie peters. squinting, she’s trying to gauge the outline of the man’s face to make any distinction of charlie. ‘ excuse me, ’ her voice is cleared through her throat. this better be him. ‘ are you mr. peter’s brother? ’ formal in words is what she chooses to use. just because she’s helping out a friend doesn’t mean she’ll be anything but what she usually is on a job, trying to make a sale.

[deadgcrlbye]

      she’d spent the day in bed, waiting for her love to come home-- she was never allowed out of the house much, but that was entirely fine by her. this place was nice, plenty big and it had everything she needed. what else was out there for her? the noise of a door opening and closing caught the brunette’s attention and she quickly hopped out of bed, not bothering to pull anything on over the t-shirt of his and the stockings she wore and hurried down the stores, ❝ Papi?! are you home? ❞ ever eager to have him back, the petite women practically threw herself into his arms as soon as the elder man came into view-- lips immediately pressing all over his face.

                              @barbedanddangerous

[deadgcrlbye]

         katherine had no illusions that her life was perfect-- or that things were ever gonna just magically get better, but she had to admit that since moving to chicago and meeting charlie... things had been looking up. but-- fuck, now charlie’s brother had made his way into her life and the petite brunette was just WAITING for the crash and burn. he was trouble; oh god he was so much trouble wrapped up in a deliciously handsome package and that had always been katherine’s biggest weakness. ❝ back again i see. you know there are plenty of other waitresses in this place that would love to be harassed by you. ❞

                                  @barbedanddangerous

[qveenofknights-blog]

@barbedanddangerous

Saraya’s life was going a million miles an hour, zooming in about twenty different directions. With everything that had been going on in her life, from her neck surgery to her explosive breakup with her now ex fiance, all Saraya wanted to do was crawl into bed, pull the covers over her body, and sleep for about eight weeks. But the raven haired woman was a fighter, it was in her blood, for fuck’s sake. So before she tucked herself in to sleep, Saraya promised herself that it was the last day of her pity party. Tomorrow would be a brand new day.

And it was. She woke up at about nine, and for the first time in ages she didn’t hit the snooze button. The Norwich native sat up and let a yawn escape, stretching. Saraya swung her pale legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, crossing the room to her closet. She selected a simple faded black crop top and some jeans, selecting a hoodie as well in case it was chilly. After changing into her clothes, Saraya quickly headed to her bathroom to wash her face and apply her makeup. She went with a lighter look today, if for nothing more than for a change of pace. Once she brushed her teeth, she quickly passed the flat iron through her hair a few times before deeming herself ready for the day.

Next on the agenda? Coffee. Saraya was going to treat herself to a special drink from the little cafe a few blocks from her condo. It was a small place, but the drinks were fucking top notch so they were always crowded. It had been a hot second since Saraya had been around that many people at one time, but she had to get herself back out there somehow. She slung her purse over her shoulder and closed the door behind her, making her way to her car and climbing inside. The Brit cranked the radio all the way up and drummed on the steering wheel as she drove. She reached the coffee shop, the Beanery, about three or so minutes later. Saraya parked her car and hopped out, grabbing her phone so she could return a text to one of her friends.

The Brit was so engrossed in her phone that she didn’t even notice when she walked right into someone, causing them to spill their freshly bought coffee. She hurriedly tucked her phone into her pocket and her hands flew up to her mouth, cheeks red with embarrassment. “Oh, oh my GOD. I am so fucking sorry! Please, let me buy you a new cup of coffee. I insist.”