#val:threads

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val's eyes widen when she looks up in a stupor at the wallet in auggie's hand . ' oh ! you found it ? ' val asks . ' no one was digging through here i hope ... ? ' val asks awkwardly , as if a thief would do it in front of the person they hand it into as a good samaritan , or like a thief themself would come forward . she had been listening to too many crime podcasts .

the grind was a normal stop for auggie no matter what her day looked like. she was used to the hustle and bustle of people going in and out, hardly paying attention to them, much like they did with her, and narrowly avoiding run-ins. she never enjoyed being as stuck in her phone as she was, but sometimes it just happened. however today, as she glanced up from her phone and spotted  a rogue wallet being left behind, auggie found her focus real quick. catching up to the person who left it behind nearly made her breathless, a polite-but-brief smile crossing her features. “i was just saying you left your wallet behind, is all. you probably need this to get through your day.”

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@pettythieveswithpotential​

“You have about ten seconds to give me all of your attention or I’m fucking punching you,” she stated plainly as she dropped herself into his lap. Work was stressing her out, the kids were driving her crazy, and picking a fight with Kit was just only thing that wouldn’t make her want to kill anyone.

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@pettythieveswithpotential

“We have a problem. Our youngest son pulled a gun on our oldest daughter over Robin of all people.”

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Lighting the cigarette, Valencia leaned back, letting them squirm for a few moments. She had learned from an early age that putting people on edge made them jumpy, made it harder for them to lie on the spot. The ever present threat of death definitely added to it. 

“So.” The word was measured, cool but with an edge. A warning in itself. “How badly did you fuck up?”

She would give them one chance, only one, to give her a good reason not to shoot them between the damn eyes. It had been far too long since she had shot anyone other than maybe her husband, but she never shot to kill when it came to him. 

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"Gunner barely took wait until your older for an answer. Used to sneak into meetings when he was five." No, Gunner had always known what he wanted as much as she loathed to admit it. "Nothing pleasant, I'm sure."

Cooper leaned into the touch, letting out a soft contented sigh. "Gunner wasn't going to take no for an answer. ...I kind of can't imagine any of them not in the business, though? Like what would Clyde and Gunner even do for day jobs?"

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@pettythieveswithpotential sent: ❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜ - kit to val

"Bold of you to assume you would ever fucking need to."

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“Oh I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t realize mob boss meant I had to look like some fucking movie cliche. What fucking decade do you fucking think this is?”

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“You say you want to join my organization but I remain completely and utterly under-fucking-whelmed. I’ve yet to hear a single reason that ensures you keep breathing.”

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valeria takes a look around as if to see who julia could be talking to , not thinking it could be her . in lieu of silence , val tells the hard truth — ' maybe like , right away would be best . save yourself some misery , you know ? ' the answer does not seem to sway julia one way or the other , but it does get val an almost free drink , not that she needs it .

she would be hard pressed to say more on a regular occasion , but because julia asks about the patheticness of it all , which is really val's favorite topic , she feels obliged to tell a hard truth again , mostly because this one feels a little bit light , like a funny little tickle , on the tongue . ' i don't think getting stood up is pathetic , ' val says , ' but this is an eleven dollar drink ... '

OPEN STARTER

with: @nottinghillstarters where: literally any bar trigger warnings: alcohol

Julia wasn't even a stranger to having a drink alone – so why did getting stood up at a bar make her feel like everyone was looking at her like they all knew? It would be different if there had been something with the person who left her with nothing but her own company and whatever well-drink was featured for happy hour. But there hadn't been. No chemistry, no 'I can't wait to meet you in person' excitement. It was a way to pass the time, and a better use of her night than doing the exact same thing, but with no expectations. So she thought.

One more look at her phone told her it was going on an hour, and after an hour of clearly waiting for someone, Julia powered off her phone, and submitted herself (and her tab) to the will of the bar gods or whatever. "Uh, another. Please," she ordered, nudging her empty Jack and Coke forward. "And fuck it. Whatever they're having – my tab's fine. I'm good for it... if it's like, less than ten bucks," she said with the cadence of someone who was going to have to turn her phone back on at the end of the night to make sure she was indeed, good for it. "So at what point does someone accept that they've been stood up? And how long ago did I nosedive into fucking pathetic?" She asked the soul with the misfortune of being closest.

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mythsandmonsters:

“I don’t believe that I can stay here and watch them vilify my blood.”

“Well, the door’s right over there and I’m willing to bet your fucking legs work just fine.”

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pettythieveswithpotential answered:

@ofviolentdeath || meme (accepting and answering slowly)

“And why the fuck not? Why does it matter if I stay or if I go?” he snapped, too angry to want to stay here for now. He doubted he could stay away, but space seemed like the best option even if Valencia seemed to disagree.

“Because you fucking promised! Maybe not the you that you are now, but who you were did. And don’t tell me you don’t fucking remember because you wouldn’t keep fucking coming back if you didn’t.” She was tired of watching him walk away, tired of crying herself to sleep over him. 

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the same self nit - picking that valeria witnesses from ender , she is guilty of herself . it is what makes her bite her tongue in the who cares department . val knows who cares . ender does . and what you think of yourself is obviously the most important thing . ' no one should look that good after being caught in a rain , ' val says . ' okay wait , did you see that recent beyonce set ? she was performing in the pouring rain and her face looked freshly beat . like , i know it's beyonce , but her makeup artist revealed that it is also patrick starr's til dawn mattifying waterproof setting pray . '

── the mall , ender & utp !

“be honest.” she sighed, smoothing down auburn hair in the reflection of her pink-rimmed compact mirror. ender had been caught in a flurry of cold rain running from the tube to the mall to meet their friend. strands of hair stuck in spiderwebs across her forehead; her too-long nails picked at each strand, smoothing them back into their rightful places. “does my face look okay? this damn weather has my makeup smearing all over the place. no setting spray is going to save me from torrential weather.” with the pads of her fingers she wiped away the tiny dots her mascara had left. so much for being perfect. @scnderisms

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pettythieveswithpotential replied to your post:✶ (Kit and Val mwhahahahahaha)

“Now what would be the fun in telling you that?”

“I could always ask Lyri for some of her cameras, don’t fucking doubt me.”

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' um , okay great , ' val says awkwardly , though she smiles at the relief . ' you never know . so sometimes it's just better to ask . not that i know who would be going around saying yeah i took a ten — okay well that's silly , I don't carry tens , but — you know what i mean . ' hearing this all spiraling out of her mouth , valeria shakes herself back to normalcy and looks alexander in the eye . ' what i meant to say was thank you . you saved me a great deal of trouble . '

he quickly raises an eyebrow at the accusation. alexander wondering what part of him screamed thief. “no offense but there's nothing you have that my black amex card can't purchase. just doing you a favor, that's all.”

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@pettythieveswithpotential​ continued from [X]

“Some dumb fuck who thought I’d be an easier target than the rest of the family.” Which, he supposed, wasn’t wrong. The kids were definitely more dangerous than he was. But that didn’t make him not dangerous at all. “He was with the Melnikovs. He’s not dead, but...” He gave a shrug. Dude wasn’t okay either, not by a long shot.

“And why isn’t he dead?” Her words were cold, but there was a tightness around her eyes as she lit a cigarette. She only took a single drag off of it before before setting it aside, the ashtray on her desk a collection of half smoked and forgotten cigarettes. “You need to tell me who exactly. Threats do not get to live.”

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@amongstmortals​

“So, let me get this straight. You’re pissed off at daddy and want some help taking him down?” It seemed a little too good to be true to Valencia, but the least she could do was hear the girl out. Either she was telling the truth or the woman would just put a bullet in her and use it as a declaration of war. One she would stand a decent chance of winning.

“And why, pray tell, would that be?”