gettin caught

Bail (pre-apocalypse!DarylxReader)

Hi guys! Since I’m so ridiculously obsessed with the idea of young Daryl before the apocalypse, I’ve made yet another pre-apocalypse!Daryl fic where he’s once again up to no good. I think I might make this into an AU series, but idk. Let me know what you guys think!

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, and Merle Dixon.

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ALL TWD CHARACTERS!!

Summary:

When Merle takes Daryl out with the intention to cause trouble, the two get caught, but Merle gets away and Daryl gets thrown in a jail cell. Not wanting to get his brother in trouble, he takes the blame. He doesn’t want his father to bail him out as he knows that he isn’t getting home without a beating, so the only choice he has is to get his girlfriend Y/N to bail him out. Y/N is ridiculously angry, as this isn’t the first time that Merle has gotten Daryl into trouble and Daryl has just rolled over to protect him once again. 

Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence.

and also sorry Merle stans, but I made him kind of an asshole in this, but don’t worry, it’s all for the purpose of the plot and the Daryl feels

Enjoy!

*NOT MY GIF*

Originally posted by van-is-mine


“Who am I calling, son? Your parents?”

“No… no, God no.”

“You need to get someone to come and get you. You got a friend that drives? A girlfriend?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend drives. Fuck, I didn’t want her to find out.”

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gotta be cool wit the possibility of not gettin your thang throated for a long time like me. I ain’t gon die. Just straight chillin. Mindin my bidness not gettin caught up. Gettin money. Enjoying peace & quiet. No kids. relaxin.

Dear Bruce,

LEARN TO WATCH OVER YOUR FUCKING KIDS. DAMIAN, YOUR 13 YEAR OLD, IS OFF DOING SHIT LIKE GETTING IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH AND SACRIFICING HIMSELF TO RA’S AL GHUL, AND YOU DONT EVEN CARE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF FATHER ARE YOU???? HOLY SHIT GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF GOTHAM’S ASS FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND AND WATCH OVER YOUR admittedly highly capable BUT STILL 13 YEAR OLD SON.

Love,
Me

He Had It Coming - Part 1

Prompt: The reader is a young ambitious psychologist with a special interest in criminal anthropology. She gets the chance to sit down and talk with Captain Boomerang’s killer to grasp a better understanding of what happened and finds herself captivated by their romantic affair.

Prompt Request: “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.” 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of murder, and sexual suggestion

A/N: This started out as a one shot but as I started writing the story I came up with so many more ideas. There will be more parts to come! Let me know if you want me to add you to the tag list!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

At the break of dawn the cops received an anonymous tip that Digger ‘Captain Boomerang’ Harkness had been murdered. They found him later that morning naked and handcuffed to a bed in a small motel just outside of Metropolis. He had been stabbed fifteen times in the chest with one of his very own Boomerangs. How poetic..

When news swept over the world that internationally wanted bank robber, Captain Boomerang had been killed, headlines everywhere asked the same question. Who’d done it? What skilled superhero had managed to rid the world of this menace? 

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Music Series: Escape (The Piña Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes

As I took a short break to have a bite of dinner and listen to some music, I heard this song which I have always loved, and every time I hear it, I smile thinking it must have a sweet Harry story in it somewhere.

Well…it does…and I absolutely love how it turned out! I’ll get back to writing your requests now, but I’m happy I took some time to write one of my own again.

This is “Escape (The Piña Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes from 1979. Great song that I think most people have heard and recognize. You can hear this song HERE or by going to my Spotify playlist called ‘Timeless’.

Enjoy! xo

Shelli

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I was tired of my lady, we’d been together too long

Like a worn out recording of a favorite song

So while she lay there sleepin’ I read the paper in bed

And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read

If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape

Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me and escape

Harry laughed as he lay on the sofa, his head in your lap and looking at a newspaper.

“What’s funny?” you ask, grinning.

“Some of these personal ads are hilarious,” Harry chuckled.

“Oh?” you ask, trying to read.

“Here,” he says, looking at an ad and reading. “Listen to this, babe. ‘SWM, 25, seeking beautiful woman for friendship only but must love sex, looks doesn’t matter. Must be 6 foot tall, blonde, big tits, little waist, juicy ass, and love dick. If you fit this, respond to #3129’. Seriously?” Harry laughs.

“It doesn’t say that,” you squint to read the ad yourself.

“Right there, look!” Harry points to it and shows it to you, as you shake your head in disbelief, reading the ad. “What are some people thinking?”

“I get that some people just want to feel intimate with someone, but it amazes me that they don’t seem to read their ad before they place it,” you chuckle. “Amazing.”

“I’ll bet you I could pick your ad out if you placed one,” he said, proudly. “I think I know you well enough by now to know which one is yours.”

“Oh, do you?” you laugh.

“Yes!” he says, sitting up and looking at you, smiling. “Why? Could you not pick out mine?”

“If you were being honest about it, sure,” you nod. “But you would write one to be funny, or to try and throw me off, just so you could win.”

“I wouldn’t, I swear,” he giggles. “Oh, this could be fun. Let’s do it.”

“Do what?” you look at him, confused. “Love, we don’t need personal ads. We’re already with each other, and at least I am happy about that.”

Harry laughs, kissing you sweetly. “I’m very happy with you, sweetheart, but wouldn’t it be fun? Both of us write an ad and place it in the paper and see if we end up meeting each other in the end?”

“And if we don’t?” you laugh. “What is you think it’s me and it isn’t, and you end up meeting some woman for a drink at a bar, and find it’s a fat, balding man in his 50’s with hair covering his back like shag carpeting?”

“I won’t. Like I said, I know you too well,” he smirks. “I’ll know exactly which one is you, and when you walk in, you will see me sitting at a table watching for you.”

“Okay, smarty pants,” you laugh. “Let’s say you’re right, and you can pick me out of all of them. What if I pick someone completely different? What if I’m not as good as you, and I end up in some secluded location with some big, burly, scary dude breathing down my neck wanting in my knickers? Hm? Then what?”

Harry begins to speak, then stops, his face becoming more serious.

“Oh. Hadn’t thought of that. Couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you, just for a bit of fun,” he says, gloomy and resigning. “Guess it’s not such a great idea after all.” He kisses you sweetly. “Was a fun thought, though.”

You see he’s disappointed that his fun was stamped down and want to cheer him up again.

“Okay, let me make a suggestion, then,” you say, as he listens to you intently. “We’ll do this, and I’ll take my guard with me. That way if I am wrong and meet up with the wrong guy, Beefcake will protect me and we’ll know to never do that again. Sound good?”

“I don’t know, love,” Harry grins slightly. “The thought of you…”

“Hey, it was your idea,” you smile, shrugging your shoulders. “Oh well, would have been fun anyway.”

Harry thinks for a moment then smiles.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he agrees. “Write your ad and I’ll write mine, and we’ll place them, set our dates for the same night, same time, see what happens.”

I didn’t think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean

But me and my old lady had fallen into the same old dull routine

So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad

And though I’m nobody’s poet, I thought it wasn’t half bad

Yes, I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne

I’ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley’s where we’ll plan our escape

As you both get ready for your “dates”, you smile and giggle at each other. Harry kisses the side of your head as he passes by you, watching you adjust your earrings and fix your hair.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he says, giving you one last kiss, as both of your cars await you in the drive. “Why am I so nervous?” he laughs.

“Because there is a chance that we have both made the wrong decision in which ad we chose,” you admit with a sigh. “You could be meeting up with someone who is a bigger nightmare than your worst fan experience, and I could be meeting up with her great Uncle Wanda.”

Harry laughs loudly, then hugs you tightly.

“Remember to keep your guard near you, please, babe,” he instructs, kissing you sweetly, not wanting to let you go.

“Starting to have second thoughts?” you ask, as nervous as he is.

“Honestly? Yeah…” he admits. “I know you’re safe with your guard. But, the idea of you meeting with some man…I don’t like it. You’re mine.” Harry kisses you tenderly, caressing your face lovingly and holding you in his arms.

“What happened to being sure you found the right ad?” you ask, nibbling his jaw. “Not so sure now?”

“Are you?” he returns. “Sure you picked my ad?”

You look at him, then kiss him gently, knowing you aren’t.

“We don’t have to go through with this, you know,” you tell him. “Or we could just tell each other our ads to see if we were right or not.”

“Loses the thrill then, doesn’t it?” he asks, kissing your temple, pressing his lips repeatedly against it.

“Can’t have it both ways, love,” you say, cherishing the loved-on feeling he is giving you.

You both stand for another moment, simply holding each other, placing loving kisses to each other’s face, then looking at each other. Both of you walk to the cars, agreeing to just do it and get it over with. You’d come this far, there was no turning back now. As you step into your chauffeured car, sitting in the back seat, Harry leans in and kisses you deeply, then looks at you, grinning hesitantly.

“I love you, baby,” Harry says gently. “If you walk in to wherever you are meeting…whoever, if it isn’t me, please turn around and come back home. Alright? Promise me?”

You see the love in his eyes and see how much it is bothering him at the thought of you possibly being on a date with another man, even though the entire escapade was his idea. You feel his lips softly kiss you again, then his eyes looking at you with worry and love.

“I promise,” you agree. “You, too…please.”

“I promise.”

So I waited with high hopes and she walked in the place

I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face

It was my own lovely lady and she said, “oh, it’s you.”

Then we laughed for a moment and I said, “I never knew.”

That you like piña coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain

And the feel of the ocean and the taste of champagne

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape

You’re the lady I’ve looked for, come with me and escape

As your driver takes you and your guard to the place you are meeting your date, your heart feels like it is about to jump out of your chest. All of this because you wanted to prove to each other that you were truly meant to be together. That you would both know the other so well that you could choose the other’s ad. Was it worth it? You were in love and had been together for a long time. Was it worth how it was making you both feel now?

You felt the car come to a stop. You knew your driver had driven you around a bit, so that you arrived at just the exact time you were supposed to, and so if it was Harry you were meeting, you would both be surprised, not running into each other in the parking lot. You saw the guard open your door and offer his hand to help you out, escorting you toward a small, back patio area of the restaurant, which seemed abandoned, except for hanging lights and soft music playing, a candle lit on the only table overlooking a beautiful view of the ocean, and the only area which contained plates and glasses and silverware, knowing the patio had been reserved by your date. You took a deep breath, nervously waiting, until you saw a shadow coming around the corner, your guard standing near you.

As Harry walked around the wall that led to the patio from the opposite side, you smiled a wide smile, closing your eyes momentarily, instantly supporting Harry’s theory that you were both so in love, so wanting of the other, knowing each other so well, that you had chosen each other’s ad. Harry picked up his pace, practically running toward you, and hugged you tightly, and kissing you passionately, as the guard took steps back to give you both your privacy.

“I told you, babe,” he said quietly against your ear. “I told you. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever.”

If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape

Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me and escape

Yes I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne

I’ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley’s where we’ll plan our escape

Can we talk about House of Hades, when Percy and Annabeth were on the elevator from the Tartarus to the mortal world the song playing in the background was the Piña Colada song, or its original name: Escape? Oh, the irony.

To the fucking ADORABLE human being who just sent me an ask: bitch be prepared because when i wake up later I am going to smother you in so much love and affection and nothing you can do can stop me.
Ask anyone who has talked to me on this site and they’ll agree.

Natza/Graylu Drabble - Time and a Place
  • Lucy: *twitches, her hair is slightly singed* Well, that blew up spectacularly.
  • Gray: Don't look at me - I was sleeping PEACEFULLY. I even suggested camping farther AWAY from the bandit cave. But nooope.
  • Lucy: Can't those guys keep their paws off each other for one night? SERIOUSLY.
  • Natsu: Hey, we got the job done quicker! You should be happy!
  • Lucy: Not when I'm fighting beside a naked guy that isn't Gray. What is WRONG with you two?!
  • Erza: Everything turned out okay, and we'll get the full reward. Settle down, Lucy.
  • Gray: It's your fault we got ambushed in the first place. You know I hate the Dumbass Thugs wakeup call? ... Well, now ya do.
  • Lucy: How the hell did you sleep through that?! Even if we weren't camping out here, I think I'd hear it on the opposite side of a building! "Natsu! OH NATSUUU!" >__<
  • Gray: *snort* You're not much better, Luce. Trust me.
  • Lucy: Oh, you are not taking the Landlady's side!
  • Natsu: You're a screamer, too, Luce. Happy 'n me were gonna pop in for a sleepover once, and we reconsidered after we heard you... from outside your apartment... maybe a block away...
  • Lucy: You're just exaggerating, Mister Heightened Senses.
  • Happy: Nope~. I heard the screams, too. And they were a lot more colorful than the words Erza uses, you potty mouth~.
  • Lucy: Damn furball. Those times are meant to be private. >.>
  • Erza: *quirks eyebrow* You still try to break into Lucy's apartment? I thought I explicitly told you to come sleep with ME if the mood struck. >__<
  • Natsu: You 'n Mira were outta town on some tough job. I woulda gone to you.
  • Erza: Ah. I should probably be bringing you along on those jobs, anyway... Tough they may be, but you've proven you can handle them.
  • Natsu: Hell yeah! :D
  • Gray: Sooo... we're just going to IGNORE the fact you two were doing the horizontal tango while on a job? And that tango nearly got us really hurt?
  • Lucy: MY HAIR! *tugging at her locks* T_T
  • Natsu: When Erza wants a quickie, you can't say 'no'. :P
  • Gray: Time and a place, moron. Time and a place.
  • Erza: Well, this is a time. And this is a place. *rubs her face against Natsu's before staring deadpan at Gray* We don't tell YOU two to keep your hands to yourselves.
  • Gray: 'Cause we do it when it's just the two of us! In our homes!
  • Natsu: But that's boring! Where's the thrill of gettin' caught? :P
  • Lucy: Not 'almost' gettin' caught? *eyeroll*
  • Natsu: There is no 'almost' with us. If you're not givin' it your all, you're not doin' it right.
  • Gray: Remind me to never sleep in the same hotel as you two. You'll bring the whole place down.
  • Erza: Now, now, Gray. That's clearly exaggerating. We might bring down our room and the ones adjacent, but a whole hotel? Preposterous.
  • Gray: I rest my case.

anonymous asked:

So I've been out of the fandom in an online-sense for quite some time. I find tumblr extremely difficult to search in terms of new fanfiction. Can you recommend blogs to follow or sites to visit with new fic? I'm particularly interested in the dynamic Mary brings to the show and would love to read any fic in which she realizes Wincest is a thing, or just her reflection on what life for her boys was like. Thank you!

Hello there friend, to be quite honest you are right, tumblr is very unfriendly to search for new fics, and I desisted the idea of search on the character tag a long time ago because I found everything except new information or fics about said character. I hope if my readers post what you are looking for, the reblog this or leave you their links so you can check them out. About your question, these are the fics I’ve read featuring Mary so far, hope helps, also I sigest you to follow the ‘Mary Wichester’ tag on AO3. Hope this helps!

Mary Winchester fic recs

Hold me as I’m falling apart…by  TheUsagi1995

Following the end of episode 3 of season 12 “The foundry”

Mary shuts the door behind her, leaving Dean and Sam stunned and alone. While Sam is hurting, he can understand his mother’s decesion. Dean on the other hand can not, and so he shuts himself away from his brother. Sam however, wants to help him, and tries to talk to him… That however, leads to Dean’s explosion of anger, and an ugly fight between the brothers. During that fight, Dean says hard words, and then, breaks down…

Good thing that Sam is always there to help him…

And nothing else matters  by  waywardelle

Dean inexplicably pushes Sam away when their mother returns to their lives. After she leaves, Dean stays away anyway. Sam wants to kill Dean for ignoring the fact that they’re fuckin’ mated, but the omega in him tells him to be patient. So, he waits. And he misses his Alpha like crazy. (Coda to 12x04, “American Nightmare.” Sequel to The Claiming, but it can stand alone. You do not need to have read The Claiming to follow along with this fic!)

“He still hasn’t told Dean about it, about how far she truly went. Not that, you know, he’s really had the chance. Deep down, he knows at least part of it is not wanting Dean’s reaction of jealousy or possessiveness to be the reason he comes back to Sam. Doesn’t want it to be the reason Dean wants him again, just because he feels the need to claim what’s his. He doesn’t want to trick Dean into it, either. He just. He just wants him.”

Closer  by   bccalling

She’s wrong because Dean has everything to feel guilty about. Mostly because he doesn’t feel guilty about this. Because Dean is in this bed, fucking his little brother because of a goddamn hunt gone awry, and he’s never felt more right or whole or loved.

Stone  by  bccalling

When they bring Sam home, Mary begins to realize just how close her boys really are.

To breathe again… by  ShamaelPandora

When Mary leaves, Dean collapses, Sam helps him.

Heaven, is but a corner on Earth  by  TheUsagi1995

Taking place after Season 12 episode 2: Mama Mia

Sam, Dean and Mary are now at home, but Sam still thinks that all that has happened is in his head. Thinks that this is either Toni, who has cast him, yet another spell, or Lucifer, to whose Cage Sam has returned since Toni has killed him.

Dean sees what is going on, and tries to convince Sam, much like he did five years ago, that he is not in the Cage anymore, and that he is not hallucinating.

Sam seems to be convinced at first. He shares a warm hug with his mother and goes to his room. But there, in the darkness, lingers fear and doubt…

Can Dean help his brother once more? Can his love, his care and his tenderness drive the shadows away?

It’s Him  by  plaidagladalecki

12x03 inspired this. AU where Sam tells Mary about his first crush. This is just the beginning so there might be more if you guys like this idea!

Am I So Unlovable? by bccalling

Sam knows Dean’s hurting and all he wants is to take away his brother’s pain.

The Last Temptation  by  bccalling

When Sam tells Mary about all the things he and Dean get up to in the dark, Mary wants in, and Sam sees his opportunity to make Dean’s every fantasy come true.

I Still Got You  by  seraphyde

Dean, Sam and Mary are sitting down for dinner as a family for the first time since her return. Dean’s mind is elsewhere.

Noise Complaint  by   formalizing

“So close to gettin’ caught with your legs spread in big brother’s bed. S’just like old times.”

Destination  by   gothpandaotaku

Mary’s back from the dead, Sam’s missing (and apparently pregnant), and Dean’s head is spinning.

Slight of Hand

Originally posted by seasideliving

“Pleaseeee,” you’d been trying to convince Eggsy to say “yes” all night.

“No!” He exclaimed not taking his eyes off the television.

“Eggsy, please,” you begged like a child, clasping your hands together and squeezing your eyes shut.

“No, I ain’t teachin’ my bird to pickpocket,” His voice was firm and authoritative.

You pouted for a moment before conjuring up a plan; if begging didn’t work perhaps reverse psychology would.

“Fine.” You said matter-of-factly, leaning lackadaisically on the arm of the couch as if you’d given up.

“Thank yo-”

“I’ll just figure it out myself.”

“Whoa, if there’s one thing ya ain’t doing is ‘figuring it out yourself’.”

“Then, you teach me,” you smiled smugly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Alright,” Eggsy sighed running his hands through his hair.

“Thank you.” you said victoriously, repositioning yourself on the couch to face him.

“Don’t get ahead of yaself. They’re some rules you need ta know. First; ya don’t take from kids, women, or the elderly. Everyone else is fair game,” he paused for a moment, his brows furrowing as he mulled it over over in his mind.

“What’s the other rules,” you inquired.

“Now that I think about it, that’s my only rule. But there’s a couple ways you can go about it; violence, distraction, and using a crowded area,” Eggsy almost sounded like a professional. “Aight, I don’t like this method and won’t use it, but I’m gonna tell ya just for the hell of it. The violent method; it’s basically shaking someone down, whether its with a knife of gun or a blunt object, either way it’s dangerous, and recklessly. It’s daft, just don’t to it. Then, there’s the distraction method; I usually do this one with one of the guys. There’s a couple of different ways to go about this. First, find a bloke that looks like he has just 'enough’ money.”

“What do you mean 'enough,” your brows furrowed together.

“Well, if he’s like us, he ain’t got much money. If he’s rich he’ll be real suspicious when some chav approaches him, ya know? Find someone with just enough, they carry enough money to make a profit, but too stupid to have any alarms go off when we walk up to 'em.”

“Oh.” you whispered.

“This is what ya do; find your target and follow them for a bit, obviously not too close. When you get a good feel of your target, this is when you start the actual pickpocketing. You’re going to "find” the ten pounds they drop. You approach them like,“'cuse me sir, did you drop this?” They’re too busy thanking you for bein’ a good Samaritan to notice your partner takin’ their wallet outta their back pocket.“

"Oh, that’s easy,” you said over confidently, causing Eggsy to roll his eyes.

“Well, that ain’t the hard one, luv. The hard one is just pocketing someone’s wallet as you walk by. We usually do this while on the tube; it’s always crowded and no one notices when they get bumped into a little bit. Again, you pick who looks like a good target, then you watch them; try to figure out where they keep their wallet. Then, when you’re getting off, bump into them a little and while you’re doing that just slip ya hand into their pocket. With enough practice they won’t even notice until they get home.”

“Okay,” you thought over what he told you. “So, when are we going to do this?”

“Do what?” He looked at you as if he had no clue what you meant.

“Pick pocketing…”

“I thought you just wanted to know how to do it. I just can’t take ya pick pocketing!”

“Why not?”

“What if we get caught? I mean, my record is already pretty damn long so one more offense won’t 'urt, but you’re trying ta get into medical school! I’m not letting you ruin your life for something that stupid.” Rarely was he the voice of reason, but when it came to the well being of other’s, especially yours, he was always looking for their best interest.

You were silent for a moment, he was right….but you really wanted to do this and when you set your mind to something, regardless of your better judgment, you went for it.

“Please, Eggsy, it’ll be my first and last time.Promise,” He looked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“Alright, let’s go.” He said lifting himself from the couch and headed towards the door.

“Wait, what?” You weren’t expecting him to give in so easily.

“Yeah, well go in a few minutes. I jus’ gotta call one of me mates.”

“Call him for what?”

“To make sure the trains don’t have much security on them tonight,” he explains walking into the bedroom to take the call. “Don’t want ya gettin’ caught.”

_______

Half an hour later you found yourself on the tube wondering what you’ve gotten into. Eggsy was busy trying to explain to you which was the bet candidate for your scheme. It was long before he pointed someone out to you.  

“Him.” Eggsy pointed.

“Him, who?” Questioning which men in the crowded area he was referring too.

“The tall, middle aged bloke in the suit.”

“Isn’t he a little too posh…and old?” You questioned.

“Nah, ya cute,” he gave you a quick wink. “He’d never suspect you of bein’ a pickpocket. Anyway, he can’t be that old.”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course; just bump inta him, apologize, bat those lashes and take his wallet.” He made it sound a little too easy.

“Ok,” you whispered more to yourself than him. You could hear the beating of you heart or maybe that was your common sense kicking in. Too late! You were throwing all caution into the wind. The extra money wouldn’t hurt either, you rationalized.

You abruptly bumped into the tall gentlemen as the train jostled and slide your hand in and out of his pocket.

“Sorry,” you sincerely apologized, feeling the immediate regret.

As soon as the next stop came, you bolted for it. You weren’t exactly sure what you running from, no one was chasing you, but you needed to get away. Your parent didn’t raise a thief, even if it was just for the thrill and even if you sort of needed it. You were suppose to have your life together by now, but here you were running down random streets in London’s East end.

Pausing to catch your breath, you heard quiet footsteps behind you.

“Ma'am, I believe you have something of mine.”

“Um, what?”

For an older man he was quick on his feet.

“May I have my wallet back please,” to your surprise the man didn’t seem angry or the least bit upset. “If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t have noticed my missing wallet.”

“'Course,” you pulled the wallet from you pocket with a trembling hand. “Sorry, I jus-”

“I know, no need to explain. Gary already told me.”

“What?”

“You’re the young lady Gary is courting, correct? He told me you wanted to learned how to pickpocket, and as brash and reckless as he can be, he wanted it to be a controlled environment.”

You were a tad bit stunned. How did Eggsy know him? People like the man standing in front of you never give people like you or Eggsy the time of day.

“I’ve heard about how ambitious you are,” he continued when you didn’t speak.

“And I’d like to proposition you for a career opportunity.”

Oh great, he was some sort of perv. You rolled your eyes and began to back up.

He in turned rolled his eyes.

“I’m not inquiring you of that kind of proposition. Gary told me about your endeavor into medical school and your troubles,” He was referring to your financial troubles; if it weren’t for them you’d would have completed University a year ago. Albeit, paying your own way through school was a task in itself. “He speaks of you highly, and I’m willing to go out on a limb–even negating the circumstances of our meeting–to finish paying for your schooling, if you work for my company.”

“Why would you do that? Especially after I took your wallet.”

“If you knew the circumstance your Eggsy and I met, you wouldn’t worry about that.” A subtle smirk dances across his mouth.

You weren’t sure why, but the smirk out you at ease a little. Maybe you should trust this men. After all Eggsy and him did have a good repertoire.

“Can I ask your name?”

“Forgive me, a gentlemen shouldn’t go without introducing himself. You can call me Harry.”

“I’m not sure if I’m exactly what you’re looking for, though?”

“I’ll tell you what I told your boyfriend, If you’re prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform.”

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best believe the next time we see lucho is him gettin caught in a wild car chase across england, naked on a bicycle pedalling from the daily mail reporters in taxi cabs who followed to pep’s house bc he’s not speaking to a journalist or explaining himself to the press for the rest of his life, ever

anonymous asked:

high school dolokhov gettin caught up with the wrong crowd and he ends up stealing a bunch of stuff and Anatole has to bail him out of jail at 4 am

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