carbonated milk 😋

you will die in five days

okay but I didn’t know he ACTUALLY sung fried chicken in One Vision.

I generally thought it was just what I heard.

Queenies: Their lyrics are so deep and meaningful. You can dissect every sentence and find a hidden meaning. True poetry. Their music can bring me to tears.

Meanwhile, Queen:

You’re obviously the hottest sibling

You know, sometimes Alexa fucking sucks at her job. She’s great with a gun, but tape will be the goddamn end of her.

Natalia mood board💄🚬

*agrees in russian accent*

Opposites | Natalia x Alexa

Parings - Natalia and Alexa

Warnings - Harsh Swearing (Otherwise its just pure fluff)

Summary - Natalia looks for Alexa in the mafia hideout only to be supried by something else

A/N: Yepp, I managed to do it. Some Natalia and Alexa fic yall. Enjoy. :)

Natalias POV

I walked down the dim lighted corridor of our current hideout, and by current I mean the one we are housing in until that damn Swedish boy shows up again. He had recently become our main problem, somehow managing to find us every time thinking our place is a fast food restaurant. There are not a lot of things that scare me. But ever since Alexa encounterd him in our wheaponry room, I knew something wasn’t right about him. No person Has acess to that room except her.

Speaking of her…

I wonder if that hag has gotten back from doing the job.

I had given her a list of people to kill and no matter how much she annoys me, saying she wasn’t good at what she does would be lying. She had always been a skilled hitwoman, I knew that from the day she killed the cashier in the second hand store.

I push my thoughts of her aside and scoff as I decide to talk to some amateur gaurds smoking during their break and laughing as if whatever they were talking about was the most hilarious thing in the world. As soon as they notice me I walk up to them they stop laughing, they toss their cigarettes aside and straighten their backs. Embarrassingly trying not to show any signs of fear.

-“Is Alexa back yet?” I say In my usual harsh tone

The guards shake their heads sheepishly but one dares to speak up.

-“Yes Boss, Hernández is back”

I nod approvingly as I came to notice that I am the only one here who calls Alexa by her first name. Satisfied with the answer given, I take a cigarette out of the box one of the guards held and lit it with my own cheetah print lighter, claiming it as my own. I smile fakly at the rest of them with red painted lips and walk away.

-“Enjoy you’re smoke boys” I say mockingly

As I distance myself enough from them my smile disappears as it is replaced with an eye roll.

-“Idiots”

~Literally a moment later~

I finally reach the second floor where our new wheaponry is. The place where the Mexican is most likey to be found at this point.

God I hate staircases, they are equivalent to death scentances.

I knock on the door as I pathetically try to catch my breath like an old woman with a bad back. I hear no answer from her but the door opens seconds later and Alexa comes out with absolutely no expression on her face whatsoever. But thats just what she always looked like.

-“Oh its just you” She says scoffing and I scoff back

-“Is that how you greet your boss you uncultured wench?” I snap back and Alexa spits on the ground in response

-“Puta”

-“Hag”

She sighs and walks back in the room as I enter as well closing the door behind me. I look around the room too see that not only had she moved all her wheaponry there, but her bed as well. That encounter with the Swedish boy must have have really spooked her enough to constantly sleep with more than just a knife under her pillow. She’s usually the type to have everything as minimal as possible.

-“What is a Wench anyway?” She asks without shame.

Alexa had never been afraid of not knowing something. If I were in her position, I probably would have avoided it completely.

-“It means bitch in shakespherian. I read it on some blog called TyrannosaurusLexx.”

Alexa pauses for a moment in confusion.

-“Thats a stupid name for a blog” She says shortly and I agree as I feel myself looking in her direction for too long. She doesn’t seem to realize it though.

I tend to do this a lot without thinking about it. And its bloody irritating really. I couldn’t give a damn about this bitch yet I’ve memorized every single detail of her face. And I get impatient whenever shes gone.

Could I possibly care about Alexa for more than just my second in command?

Absolutely fucking not.

I try to push my thoughts aside but I end up noticing a large bruise just beneath her collar bone, hiding itself underneath her blue button up shirt. She’d wear the same damn shirt every day when she wasn’t killing people.

-“What the he’ll happened there?” I ask ending up sounding more harsh than concerned. Alexa just looks at her bruise and shrugs.

-“Oh this? I get these all the time.” She sits down at her desk not looking at me as she starts to clean out her guns again. I never knew why she would do it even when it wasn’t needed.

-“Alexa you deal with sniping people and rarley engage in close combat.” I cross my arms in disbelief. “What really happend?”

Alexa sighs deeply and continues cleaning her sniper rifle. Without looking at me she explains without hesitation knowing I always find stuff out one way or the other.

-“I tried to carry a box but my hands slipped and the box fell on me. It didn’t hurt much.” She explaines briefly

-“Thats it?, you just tried to carry a box?” I say harshly. I honestly expected something more extreme from her but I guess I was wrong.

-“Yes.” She nods and I get frustrated from the minimal information she was giving me

-“Why the bloody Putin were you carrying a box that heavy in the first place? I could have gotten other gang member too do it”

Alexa sighs and finally turns around in her chair to face me. Her dark eyes lock with my green ones and for a moment my heart goes soft until she stands up and walks off to go get something. When she comes back she is lifting some kind of long black box.

-“What is that?” I ask confused and Alexa hands it over to me.

-“For you.” She says showing no emotion yet displaying kindness in a weird way

I look down at the box trying to figure out what the hell one is supposed to do with this thing. Whatever it is though, It reflects my style well and I take an instant liking to it. The box itself is matte black with subtle gold engraved patterns on the sides. I run my red painted nails along it only to instly recognize how its shape fits its function.

-“Its an axe case” I say suprised and my eyes light up instantly. Alexa nods at me to open it and I do. The case is empty but there is leaopard fur lining the inside, a pattern I am quite a fond of.

-“10” Alexa says and I raise an eyebrow

-“10 what?”

-“10 years since you recruited me.”

I didn’t think she would keep track of those kinds of dates. Hell, I didn’t even think she cared at all. But then again with a dead face like that one can never tell.

-“I’m not good at the whole showing emotions thing” She continues “But this job has been the best thing to happen to me in my entire life and being with you makes me hate people less. Thank you.”

I stand still in my position and fell some tears forming. I can tell she probably spend hours trying to customize the case for me.

Nobody had ever done anything like that for me ever, not even my family or my ex husbands.

-“Fucking hell” I curse under my breath as I actually start to cry. My mascara starts to drip and Alexa walks up to me and takes the case fom my arms as she places it to the side.

-“I don’t feel anything but its ok to cry.” She says and hugs me, something she has never done before.

I tense at her action not having expected it, but embrace it soon after by hugging her back. And we just stand there for a while not saying anything. Her skin is warm and her hair smells like a mixture between hazelnut and smoke. Never before had I felt so safe in the moment, which is ironic given that she is probably the least safe person to be around ever. Suddenly the silence is broken as she starts to speak again.

-“Your perfume makes you smell like a prostitute”

I let go of her and scoff.

The moment had passed.

-“Puta.” I say waiting for the commet I always get back. Alexa looks back at me and half smiles.

-“Hag”

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THE END

A/N: My own writing made me cry god Im pathetic lol. Hope yall liked it! And by yall I mean Greta mostly because she might be the only one reading it.

CATCH ME CRYING AT DA CLUB

@nataliathemafiaboss Found costume for us

I’ll be lamp because I light up world. You be moth because you’re annoying and codependent.

Hey guys lil weird but

Would it be wrong of me if I started writing a Natalia x Alexa fanfic? I’ve never written any fanfic before and I think these two deserve a damn story arch. These characters need to develop somehow so whos down for it?

I am... ready to be fucking main character. (make sure I tell Alexa to fuck off at least twice per page)

You wanted to know backstory? Well here you go

I was born In Mexico. Got drunk in Mexico. Somhow ended up in a second hand store in America. Met Natalia. Decided to work for Natalia. I now live with Natalia in a secret hideout that we change every week because of damn Swedish boy.

Damn Joseph back at it again with the FUCKING HAMBORGERS

Taking poetry to the next level

I’M INSANE, IN PAIN BUT I KEEP SELLIN THAT COCAINE

“Think about your choice”, this drawing of an 8th grader offers to choose between vodka, drugs or cigarettes.

So proud of my son <3

I am FIFTEEN years old, why the fuck do I have more back problems than an average 97 year old????

Me rn tryna be swedish again after THREE WEEKS of writing in english.

“Uppnbarloigem” behöver jag mer sömn och mer svenskaundervisning.

Photo session of Italian Vogue in a village near Arkhangelsk