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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months
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second, never first
part one | part two | part three | part four
chris x fem!reader
summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.
warnings - underage drinking, throwing up, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol and yes i am 18) currently not proofread or written with pristine punctuation
word count - 2500+?? (i know its long but i had a bunch of ideas for the beginning)
this is also my first story so pls be kind :) also just wanted to mention that i wouldn’t have the courage to write and post if it werent for other writers on this app so i would just like to tag and thank a few accounts who inspired me to write<3
@lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @strniohoeee @lacysturniolo @strawberrysturniolo @flynnriderishot @stuniolobbg 
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for as long as i could remember, being the second option was all i knew. just always being the backup, never the go to.
this constant course of events led to my passion of reading and writing, pretty much consuming myself with content or sources that provided me with a sense of belonging, or just putting myself into a different reality.
i always had been drawn to romance. its a un-comforting comfort for me, if that makes sense. i love reading about it and watching movies about it but love just seemed so out of reach. im sure many people feel this way but i just believe there are certain people in the world that just go through life without any sort of romantic experiences. now while that may be true i also think thats just something i made up in my head to comfort myself from the fact that i have never had a single romantic experience, ever. i mean im 17 years old and havent even had my first kiss. hell i havent even held hands with a boy.
that of course all changed during my senior year.
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“oh my god look at what cody sent me” anna says.
anna is my best friend, though at times she felt like my biggest competition. she is everything im not. constantly talking to boys, what people consider ‘boy pretty’, very out going and popular. the fun one.
i look over at her phone to see a text from one of the many boys shes talked to in the past year “i thought you guys were done?” i say
“yeah were not talking like that anymore but i still talk to him here and there” she says
“i dont know if thats the best idea, i mean if you guys keep talking hes probably going to get the wrong impression”
“your such a buzz kill sometimes” she says slightly annoyed. i stay silent. I might sound like a complete bitch here but when your friend is constantly talking or complaining about guy, a, b and c you eventually get bored and exhausted of hearing about it, I try my hardest to be understanding when she brings up guys, but I’m apparently never supportive enough to her standards. I suppose she wants me to be there and give her advice but what do I have to offer to that conversation?
we were driving through the school parking lot to park in our usual spot next to chris.
chris is, well complicated. ive known him since 7th grade and hated him up until about 3 months ago when senior year started. the friendship started off with him just parking next to my car everyday and him just pestering me all the time but the longer we kept parking together, the more we grew to enjoy our casual conversations.
we both roll down our windows.
“morning” i say waving at him, anna does the same “hey, i wanna skip first block if you guys are down” he says “you know i would never say to to that” anna says “ehh i dont know about today i have a bio project i need to work on and didnt getting the planning sheet so i should probably head in” i say
“alright, anna come on i wanna get mcdonalds” chris says tapping on his passenger seat.
“looks like its just us this morning! y/n me and chris can just go get food and ill bring you back something for lunch” anna says turning to me.
“ill see you guys at lunch” i say grabbing my bag and locking my car doors as anna gets in to chris’ car and they drive off.
if you havent caught the weird passive tone from anna, thats how she was. no matter how much i tried she always had to be the centre of attention . i honestly dont even think she does it on purpose. i love her and she is my best friend but i just find her insufferable at times, its just who she is. chris is a great friend to me but i always caught the vibe that chris liked anna or at least thought she was hot. which is also why i think he treats her with more respect than me.
now when i said we grew to like eachother i left out a slight detail.
even though i hated chris for most of high school for the way he treated me and constantly teased me, i couldnt help myself from starring at him from time to time as he talked or even looking at his hands. not only was he visually pleasing he could be really sweet and the conversations we shared were really meaningful at times. was he attractive, yes. was he a complete asshole to me for years and still hasnt apologized, yes. did i completely fall head over heels for him when he began to show me his nice side, sadly yes.
its so cliche but i fell for my “bully” so to speak. i hated myself for it but what i hated even more was how much i let my feelings for him effect how i saw myself even more as the second option. if it came down to it and me anna and him were the only people in the world he would still fuck anna before he even though about kissing me.
i know that i might only feel this way towards him simply because hes the only male thats shown me any attention at all. though it hasnt always been positive or romantic it was still something that i had never experienced from a male before.
like i said, second option.
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i finish up my final class and head out to my car and wait for anna who is doing god knows what considering i drive her home everyday after school. while waiting for anna, chris gets into his car and starts it to heat up as it is the beginning of winter. i watch what hes doing through his car window as he scrolls on his phone for a sec and then storms into the backseat of my car, always the backseat.
my head whips around to look at him and he looks annoyed. “why do you look mad” i say. “look at what this bitch said to me” he says leaning up to the middle console shoving his phone in my face and i read texts from a girl hes talking to.
friday 3:14pm
alice: chris i cant keep talking to you
chris: what do you mean
alice: i mean that i cant keep talking to you what were doing is messing with my head and i dont want to be a victim of one of your fuck and dumps
chris: im sure i have many other girls who would kill to be in your position
alice: then go have them i dont want to be apart of your sick and twisted hookups
“ok wow” i say my eyes wide “i didnt even know you were talking to alice”
“well now you do, and im not anymore apparently” he says throwing his arms up as he sinks in to the middle seat. “we have been fucking since the halloween party, remember when i kissed her infront of you?” he says in a duh tone.
ah yes halloween. the night i went home crying after said kiss was shared infront of my face.
“yes i remember” i say blankly.
“we were supposed to hangout tonight but she decided to blow me off, i was ready to get my dick wet but i guess ill just have to be fucking boring alone” he says as i make a disgusted face.
“well i dont know what to te-“ i was cut off by anna coming into the car.
“ok sorry i took so long but i was just getting the details for a party tonight!” she says out of breath. chris sits up at the news, “maybe i will get my dick wet then.” he says smirking and jokingly raising his eyebrows.
“what? alice blew you off already.” anna says turning to chris. i dont bother questioning why anna knew and i didnt because im sure i know answer.
“yep and im scoring tonight.” he says fake punching the air as me and anna giggle.
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anna and i finished getting ready at her place, her wearing jeans and a hot pink tank top and me in black jeans and a white long sleeve crop top. i stare at myself in the mirror when i hear annas phone go off with a text from chris.
friday 10:27pm
chris: here
“anna! chris is here!” i yell grabbing my phone and my drinks for the night from my bag and start making my way downstairs as i hear her close behind me. i tie up my shoes as i hear her grab her drinks from her fridge and say bye her parents. i wave goodbye to her parents as well and we make our way out to chris’ car.
upon entering were greeted by matt, chris’ brother in the passenger seat.
“hey matt i didnt know you were coming out tonight!” i say smiling at him as loud music blasts from chris’ speakers.
“yeah nicks also going so i just tagged along, plus i need to drive you guys home since chris is drinking tonight.” he says lightly punching chris in the arm. “oh yeah, speaking of nick where is he?” i say. “nicks already there he came with his friends.” i nod in response and sit back starting to chug down one of my drinks. i may be a buzz kill in annas eyes but i knew how to party and loved drinking with my friends.
matt is chris’ triplet brother along with nick. i never really got to know his brothers all that well, i just know that matt has become a lot more comfortable around me and anna as we have started to spend more time with chris.
once we arrive to the party me and anna walk around to see whos there and we meet up with some of our other friends. i can see chris from across the room laughing and talking to nick and matt.
the night goes on and i finish my fourth cooler of the night and head out to the car to grab another. when i step outside the cool air hits me and i instantly regret the 2 shots of tequila i had on top of the fruity coolers i had throughout the night. shivering and rubbing my arms i continue walking to chris’ car to sit down for a sec and when i reach the backseat i see chris’ naked back and steamy windows. i take a step back once i realize whats happening.
i knew he was going to end up fucking someone tonight since thats what he said his plan was but i did not need to fucking see it. hes not mine for the taking obviously, but seeing him constantly with girls just hurt.
i turn around to walk back into the house but suddenly feel sick to my stomach. i hunch over and throw up in the middle of the road. i cough and collapse to my knees continuing to gag as strings of spit come out of my mouth. i hear a car door shut behind me as i try to stand up wiping my mouth. i feel arms grab my waist and pick me up bridal style and thats the last thing i remember before everything went black.
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i wake up in a car with the same clothes on from the party, still drunk, my hair crispy and the smell of cologne. i look around me and realize its chris’ backseat im laying in but its still pitch black out.
i hear faint voices outside and the door my head is resting on swings open and my head flys back.
“holy shit chris are you trying to kill her” i hear matts voice. “shut up, i didn’t know you put her head there.” chris says as he starts pulling me out of the car.
“chris” i say quietly. “holy shit your awake” he says leaving me to sit up. “yeah i am, what happened. i think i- blacked out.” i say slurring my words.
“well i was in the middle of getting with summer-“ he says getting on his knees to talk to me better “and i just heard gagging outside the car and it was bothering me and i looked outside the car and you were bent over on the middle of the road throwing up. i just grabbed you and told summer to fuck off and put you in the car while i grabbed matt and anna.”
“oh my god” i say as i nod off.
“woah woah stay with us here, chris lets get her inside now” matt says placing my head back up.
“where is anna?” i question.
“we had to drop her home and bring you to our house since she said her parents couldn’t see you like this.”
“of course” i say
classic anna.
“what time is it?” i ask rubbing my eyes.
“2:44am” chris grunts taking me out of the car.
“ok lets get you inside” chris says pulling me up to stand. “you think you can walk inside?” he says still holding me up. “ill try.”
he lets go of me and i slowly make it up to the front of their house but start wobbling once i reach the steps and feel both matt and chris grab either side of me and help me up to the front door. matt holds on to my arm as he uses the house key to get inside and i walk in.
they walk me over to the living room couch and i slump over resting my head on the arm rest of the couch.
“where is she going to sleep?” matt says. “my room obviously.” chris says as i smile to myself.
“come on y/n” he says picking me up again and bringing me to his room to lay on his bed. “im gonna give you clothes to change into since yours are covered in vomit.” he says opening drawers. i nod my head as my eyes close.
he tosses me a big white shirt with some graphic designing on it “can you dress yourself or-“ i cut him off “yea- yeah i got it” i say sitting up right and hiccup.
he turns around so i can change into the shirt. i begin taking my long sleeve off and i get one arm off before i get stuck. “chris, help” i say quietly and he turns around to see me with my arms slouched and my eyes closed. he rushes over “lift up your arms” he says pulling my hands up. i hold them up as he grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls up. i admire chris as he pulls off the shirt completely throwing my shirt across the room all while being careful not to look at me.
he grabs his shirt and places it gently over my head and then threading my arms through the shirt. “wait” he says walking over to his closet, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and walking over to me with them. i sit there with my eyes closed smiling as i had thought about the scenario of him taking my clothes off many times, just not the me being so drunk i cant dress myself part.
he takes my jeans off and helps me in to his sweatpants still being respectful and not starring at my body. “ill be right back just sit here im going to get you water and an advil.” he say as he walks out of the room. i just sit there, my eyes still closed, still smiling and nod at his sentence.
i lay back down on his bed and wait as i hear him rushing upstairs talking to matt and nick before walking back in to the room sitting down at the end of his bed. “sit snd open up.” i obliged to his words before he places two advils on my tongue.
“im going to fill up your mouth with water so don’t breathe.” he says opening up a water bottle and slowly pouring some in to my mouth while my head tilts upwards slightly. he watches me with concern as i swallow the water.
“please never get drunk like this ever again, you really freaked everyone out kid.” he says. i don’t respond and nod at his words.
kid, the all too familiar nickname chris gave me. it always made me feel weird when he called me this as if he was an authority figure or something.
i lay back down on his bed and close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep. the last thing i remember from that night is him crawling in to his bed next to me and turning off his light.
“goodnight kid”
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sorrowsofsilence · 2 months
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Burning Out • V
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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader
I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.
Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.
Words: 9.9k
Warnings: 18+, explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol (underage drinking mentioned during flashback!) Crime, pls don't do illegal things lol.
Authors note: Chapter Five- I Wish I wasn't Lost: its currently 1am and i am EXHAUSTED lol. I Do hope you enjoy though <3 Thank you for all the love and support on this story, I appreciate every single one of you <3 Songs are Lost in Echoes by Caskets and I wish I wasn't by unprocessed.
THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3
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This is an omen, a warning, a lesson to take So listen to the words that I say
I moaned as she slid down one more time and I gripped her hair, holding her still. I filled her tongue as threads of my release coated the back of her throat. The sight below me left my legs shaking as I pulled away, tucking her hair behind her ears, and rubbing my fingers underneath her chin in endearment.
What have I done?
“Good girls swallow,” I whispered and she moaned.
“Open,” I said, watching in complete reverence as she stuck out her tongue, showing me that she obeyed, drinking in all of me.
I leaned down towards her, pulling her chin up to kiss me as I melted into her lips, sighing with commitment.
What have I done?
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NOAH
I wonder how How can it be that two souls live beneath my chest? I wander on Through the snowfall And the firestorm
One week passed.
I had robbed a few houses, but nothing was valuable enough to compare to the price of Y/N’s drugs. I barely made 4.5k, just enough to keep up my goal of 645 a day; and I was trying to think of another move I could make to get more.
I brought the money and log to one of D’s bitches, snarling at the satisfied look on the man’s face as he ripped the envelope from my hands.
‘Having fun Sebastian? Surprised you even made this much yourself.’ It took everything in me to walk away without bashing his fucking face in.
As each day passed I was being eaten alive by guilt, and I could barely look at Y/N. She noticed the shift in my behaviour, persistently asking me what was wrong and if she had done something.
‘Nothing,’ I would say.
‘Just stressed,’ I would say.
The last night we spent together was the night I stole her meds. I couldn’t sleep as she clung to my lying body, gentle breaths escaping her lips while she slept peacefully. I had sobbed quietly next to her, afraid to wake the candid woman that lay delicately beside deceit.
That next morning I told her I’d sleep in the spare bedroom across the hall, and the look she gave me was agonizing.
‘Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I know that the nightmares are hard to deal with.’ She had said, her eyes falling briefly before she attempted to hide her expression with a smile.
My heart yearned at her words, wanting to hold her against my chest, ready to block out all the evil in the world if it meant protecting her. It wasn’t the nightmares that pushed me away, it was myself.
‘I don’t want to invade your space more than I already am.’ I responded.
I watched her take her pills when she did, my chest clenching in shame with every sip of water that followed the lies.
I wish I wasn't afraid of The haunted valley
The boys watched the remorse control me as I began to shut off the world, secluding myself from Y/N, and them.
I wish I wasn't a failure That nobody needs
“Noah?”
In the depths of my mind, I'm lost and confined A question gnaws at my core; I can't deny
“Noah.” Am I a mere illusion, a ghost in the crowd? Or do I carry a soul screaming out loud?
“Noah!”
I pulled out my earbuds at the call of my name, and my eyes squinted open. Ruffilo stood over me as I lay on the mattress in the basement, drowning in lyrics. The music blared from the removed bud as Nicholas glared, folding his arms.
I wish the voices in my head stopped their shrill tongues Just for a second so I could breathe some fresh air For a moment so I could stop sinking into despair I am a traitor in the face of myself
“Did you want to work on the song?” He asked, “Or are you wallowing in self-pity?”
A slave to a maggot that eats away my soul I ask the mountains to consume me as a whole How long will I be captured in this maze in the hail?
The song.
Y/N had hooked us up with a gig at Sammy’s tomorrow night, and Jolly had the brilliant idea of finishing our first-ever set with an original song; despite us never even playing for an audience. I wasn’t sure if I was more nervous about playing some shitty music in front of an audience of strangers, or that one of the audience members would be Y/N.
I shrugged at him, closing my eyes as I sunk into the pillow, placing the bud back in my ear.
“Nuh-uh,” Nicholas sighed as he leaned down to pull on the string of one, forcing me to listen, “you can’t wallow forever.”
“Watch me,” I glared, pulling the bud back from him as I sat up.
“You’ve ignored her for days, can’t you see how sad she’s been because of you? You fucked up, and you’re treating her as if she did something wrong.” Nicholas said sharply, “How’s that fair?”
I turned my head to avoid his targeting gaze, my eyes falling onto Jolly and Folio who pretended to be busy but listened to every word we said.
“She’s brought you your regular coffee every day after work Noah- because you haven’t even been going there.”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as my head hung in shame. She has?
I rolled my head back “I know. None of it is fair to her.”
“So,” Nicholas began, sitting on a chair by one of the walls as he watched me with careful eyes, “Stop taking your guilt out on her.”
I exhaled swiftly, standing from the mattress and tossing my earbuds into the sheets, “I just- I can’t look at her without feeling like she can see right through me.”
“Is that a bad thing?” he questioned.
I scoffed, throwing my arm up as my frustration built, “Yes, it is because I stole her fucking pills and had to watch her swallow fake ones.” I began pacing around the room, shaking my head, “Pills that are supposed to be helping her, but are fabricated lies!”
Nicholas’ gaze followed me as I walked across the carpeted floor, eyebrows furrowed. Folio watched as well, his face falling. The guilt ate him too.
“She takes them thinking they’ll give her relief, but they don’t, and I took that away!” I stood still for a moment as I pushed the heel of my palms into my eyes, sighing audibly in conflict.
“You made a choice,” Nicholas stood up and I watched as he approached me, standing in front of me.
He peered into my eyes, a mix of anger and sorrow, “I hate seeing you like this Noah, but you fucked up.”
“I know I fucked up Nick,” My chest heaved as I began shaking. Nicholas wrapped his arms around me, squeezing my body gently.
“You need to tell her,” Nicholas said, placing a consoling hand on my shoulder.
I melted into his hug, holding my brother against me, “I can’t. Not yet, anyway.”
“So you’re just going to ignore her for weeks? Until everything with D is over?” Nicholas shook his head, “We live with her now. You won’t be able to avoid her, and you shouldn’t. Not after everything she’s done for you, for us.”
I pulled away from him, nodding in agreement, “I know; so I’ve been thinking…” I trailed off in thought.
“About?” Nicholas raised a brow.
“A pharmacy heist.”
“By yourself?” He watched me with amusement, “Are you crazy?”
I heard Jolly laugh in the corner and I quickly sent a glare in his direction.
“Of course I’m crazy,” I shrugged, “but I can get a fuck ton of money from this Vincent guy for getting pure shit.”
“Last time you did a big heist like that yourself was when we got into this mess in the first place. You don’t do big shit alone.”
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The lights flickered around the room as I sat on the motel bed, my chest heaving with excitement. A seventeen-year-old Ruffilo sat beside me with the tattoo machine ready to brand my knuckles as twelve-year-old Folio watched eagerly.
“Today’s the day,” Jolly cheered, a wide smile stretching across his face as he threw a beer in my direction, “Our young padawan becomes a man.”
The can fumbled between my fingers as I looked down at it proudly, jittering with thrill. Jolly’s never let me drink before.
I opened the can in acceptance, hesitant to take the first sip with shaky hands, before bringing it up to my mouth. The beer was pungent and bitter, my lips puckering with furrowed brows; yeah, it was disgusting.
I tried to hide my distaste with a weak smile, “Yum.”
Jolly laughed, throwing his head back in amusement.
“You might want to chug it,” He said, taking a sip of his own beverage, “the knuckles hurt like a bitch.”
My eyes danced between him and the can as Nicholas and Nick began chanting, “Noah, Noah, Noah!”
Jolly joined with a raised fist, smiling with admiration as I chugged the drink, throwing the can to the floor in excitement as I stomped on it, the scream of elation ripping through my lungs as we all laughed. Nicholas hollered as he grabbed my shoulders, shaking me and I grinned, living within this moment of adventure.
“You ready?” Nicholas said, raising a quizzical brow as I began to feel the buzz. I nodded eagerly, throwing my hands in front of the table placed next to the bed.
Nicholas slid plastic gloves over his own tatted fingers before he wiped my knuckles with an alcohol wipe.
“There’s no going back,” He smiled as I sucked in a breath, anticipating the familiar scratching of the needle as it embedded the letters into my skin.
“Happy fourteenth birthday, baby bro,” Jolly walked over to me, patting my back. He handed me a crumbled paper bag, and with my free hand, I reached inside excitedly, pulling out the fabric.
I bit my lip as I tried to hide my smile but couldn’t. I was finally one of them.
“Your first mask.” Jolly nodded in approval. I tried pulling it over my head but couldn’t with one hand, so Jolly reached over, pulling it down over my face.
He bent down in front of me, his hand on top of my head as he shook me with fondness and it took everything in me not to cry with happiness at his praise.
That evening Nicholas wrapped my knuckles with black tape, protecting the freshly wounded skin. He went over the plan with Jolly, pointing towards the map indicating where I was to go, and where I would meet them after.
“This garage is filled with fancy as fuck cars,” Jolly nodded, leaning over the table, “so you have options. Don’t settle for any car, but don’t linger too long.”
“Remember, Kia’s and Hyundai’s are easier to hotwire, so you’ll have better luck getting in and out,” Nicholas said and I nodded as I jumped up and down, amping myself up.
“The alarms will go off almost immediately once you break in. People in this hotel get that shit valet, so someone is bound to notice right away.”
“Don’t forget, one, Underneath the steering wheel column find the wiring harness connector, Two,Pull aside the battery, ignition, and starter wire bundle, Three, Strip about 1 inch of the battery wires and twist them together. Fourth, Connect the ignition on/off wire to the battery wire.” Jolly listed and I nodded with each of his commands, reciting them back, “And don’t forget to break the steering lock or you won’t be able to drive.”
“Wire bundle, trip and twist, ignition to the battery,” I repeated, “Steering lock.”
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“Well, I have no choice,” I threw my arms up, laughing, “What, you want me to ask Y/N then?”
Ask Y/N…
“No but-” Jolly started, but I interrupted him. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. She could be a diversion. A distraction in the plan.
“Y/N could be an extra body, and perhaps…” I trailed off, my mind wandering in thought. Yes, this was crazy; and the idea that followed even more so…but perhaps it could work.
“Okay,” Nicholas said as anger started bubbling from his tone as he watched me with disbelief, “And?”
“And,” I grabbed his shoulder as a smile wound up on my lips, “I can steal Y/N’s prescription while I’m there, and then replace her meds. So, she’ll never know.”
Nicholas rolled his head back in annoyance, almost laughing at my words, “Dude, you’re just going to dig yourself a hole here. You can’t be serious. Just tell her the truth about the fucking pills rather than getting her more involved.”
“I will eventually,” I sighed, “Just not now.”
“You do know how hard it is to steal from businesses alone versus a few houses here and there?” Jolly said as he scribbled in his notebook, “What is Y/N going to be able to do? Other than putting her and you in danger?”
“I have a plan,” I said, as I started pacing around the room.
“You’re considering her help? Are you fucking insane?” Jolly’s mouth hung open, “Du är en riktig klydderöv.” (You are an ass who likes to make things harder than they are)
“Listen,” I held my hands up in defence, but Nicholas threw his arms up.
“You can’t be serious; she could get hurt! You’re just using her?” he seethed.
“And you guys aren’t?” I laughed, pointing to the guitars and motioned around the room, “We are fucking freeloaders.”
“Aren't you worried about her getting injured?Caught? Better yet, Arrested?” Nick asked through clenched teeth. Why did he care so much?
“Of course I fucking am!” I growled, trying to not let any more guilt eat away at my insides, “I just want to have her as an extra body for that bit of fear factor. I don’t want her doing anything upfront or dangerous.”
“That’s still dangerous!” Nicholas exclaimed, “The fact she will be in that situation in the first place is not a good idea.”
I nodded in agreement, “I know. But what other choice do I have right now?” My eyes danced past each of the boys.
I knew this wasn’t the best idea, but my options were slim. I wanted to continue whatever was going on with Y/N- I didn’t want to feel this guilt, and if I was being honest with myself…
I was scared.
I was scared she wouldn’t see past my deceit, and I was scared she would hate me. That she wouldn’t forgive me.
I knew I had to make up for everything that had happened, but the first step was getting her proper medication back.
And to do that, I needed her help.
I wonder how How can it be that two souls live beneath my chest? I wander on Through the snowfall And the firestorm
“Let’s work on the song,” Folio changed the subject as the room heated, and I sighed heavily.
“Yeah, whatever,” I sat back on the mattress, pulling up the lyrics I wrote on my phone.
“Whatcha got Noah?” Jolly asked as he picked up the guitar.
“You've run out of luck, and I'm calling your bluff You stabbed me in the back, but not deep enough But not deep enough I see through you.” I hummed.
Jolly nodded as he tried to match the chords.
“Then the chorus, yada yada,” I said, eyes scanning my device as my thumb scrolled the screen.
“You said I'd never make it, you said I'd fall on my face But now I'm right where I belong, and I put you in your place You said I'd never make it, you said I'd make a mistake But now I'm right where I belong, and you've got nothing to say.”
Jolly eyed me briefly with a slight glare as I spoke, and I avoided his eyes.
“I like it,” Nicholas said, plucking the bass.
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Y/N
With my fingers wrapped around the paper coffee cup, I sighed, fiddling with my keys to open the front door to my house.
Noah’s sudden distance made my chest clench in worry.
“look at me, show me those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth,” he demanded and my lashes flicked up toward him, his body shuddering as I stared into him with complete greed.
The last time we spoke was that night. Noah hasn’t come to the cafe, and he has barely been home. I chalked it up to him being busy paying back D, but I couldn’t help but feel slightly broken, and that it was my fault for his distance.
Doubt ate at my insides, beginning to regret inviting them into my home.
I wish I wasn't afraid of The haunted valley I wish I wasn't a failure
Maybe Noah saw how unwell I was, after the nightmare. Maybe this whole situation made him uncomfortable. I made him uncomfortable.
That nobody needs That nobody needs That nobody needs
I’m sure he heard the nights I woke up screaming, and I can’t lie about how my heart broke when he wasn’t the one running into my room in concern. Not that he had to.
Nicholas however, was there in a heartbeat.
The boys were easy to live with, and I had a few game nights with Nick, Jolly and Nicholas. We got along surprisingly well, and I became quite close to Nicholas these past few days.
He must have noticed my inner battle because he often reassured me when I came home between shifts, running down to the basement with a coffee to greet Noah; only to be left disappointed when he wasn’t there.
“Hey,” Nicholas had waved, his gaze falling when he saw the coffee in my hands.
“Not home?” I asked, giving him a sad smile.
“No… I don’t know where he is either.”
I shared a curt nod before turning around to run back up the stairs.
“Y/N?” Nicholas called out before I took the first step up.
I stopped, sucking in a breath before sighing, “Did- did I do something wrong?” I asked, turning to look at him briefly.
Nicholas shook his head quickly, “No! No, of course not. You’ve done nothing but be kind to us.”
“Then why do I feel like I’m the problem? Did I scare him away?”
Nicholas’ shoulders dropped as he patted the seat on the couch next to him, pulling me into his side. I rested my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my arm warmly.
“Noah is a difficult creature,” He said, “But I haven’t seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.”
I sniffed, “Then why is he ignoring me?”
Nicholas stiffened at the question, and I tried to shrug it off, but I knew that he knew.
“I- he’s going through it. This is a lot of money for him to get himself, without any help.”
I pulled away from his hug, “I just wish he would let me help.”
I closed the door behind me, smiling down at Juice as he greeted me. I heard someone puttering in the kitchen and assumed it was Nicholas.
“Hey, Ruffilo-” I shouted, slipping off my shoes and prancing into the kitchen. I immediately gasped in surprise when it was not Ruffilo, but Noah, who sat at the table munching on a grilled cheese. Our eyes locked as we silently exchanged words, and my breath hitched in my throat. Why did I feel so nervous?
“Oh- hey-” my face flushed as I stood in place, staring at him for a moment too long, before bowing my head to pass him in anxiety. My heart immediately hammered, everything in me wanting to stare at his perfect smile or the way his long hair sculpted his face.
“Hey,” he said gently, his gaze burning into me as I placed my bag on the counter, taking in a nervous breath. I placed the coffee for him on the counter as I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. Anything to distract myself from his presence.
“How are you?” He asked, still staring at me with intensity. I hesitated before I turned around, my back pressed against the counter as I let my eyes wander to his own. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was suddenly talking to me after days of distance. Part of me wanted to walk away.
“Uh,” I took a slow sip, the cool liquid a poor attempt at slicing through the tension that built between us, “Good. And you?”
He watched the cup that touched my lips, eyes skimming over the glass my fingers wrapped around before he hesitated, as if afraid to speak the words that left his mouth.
“I’m okay.” He began, trailing off before looking away, eyes fixated on the ground, “I’ve missed you.”
My heart raced at his confession, my shoulders falling gently with the relief at his words. Part of me wanted to scoff, part of me wanted to hold him and succumb to his touch. Did he really miss me, or was he just feeling guilty for being MIA the past few days? But nonetheless, the way my breath hitched in nervousness told me how excited I was to see him.
“I got you your coffee…” I said softly in response as I turned and handed him the cup, unsure what else to say. Our fingers touched delicately as we passed the drink, and my arm buzzed as butterflies spiralled through my body, reminiscent of the day we met.
He gave me a small smile, thanking me shyly, but I could tell that something else was on his mind as he took a sip.
It was silent for a moment as more unspoken words danced between us.
“I’ve missed you too,” I confessed quietly as my cheeks warmed, and I began playing with my fingers nervously.
Noah’s ears flushed with colour as he genuinely smiled, “Let me take you out tonight.”
“I- I have work,” I stammered, excitement replaced with disappointment.
“Call in. Let me take you on a date.” He shook his head as he took another sip, refusing to let down.
“I can’t afford to call in,” I gave him a sad smile, “But I would love to go out with you this weekend when I’m free?”
“I’ll give you the money then,” He stood up now, grabbing the glass from my hands before pulling my palms into his grasp, “Just let me treat you.”
His October eyes begged as they bore into me, trying to read my mind. I looked away, trying not to succumb to his silent plea but instead I smiled, looking at our connected hands. Why was he suddenly being this way?
“Stop looking at me like that,” I laughed.
“Like what?” He teased, before sticking out his bottom lip, packing on the puppy dog eyes.  
“Like that!” I giggled, and Noah tugged on my arms, pulling them so they were wrapped around his body as he buried me in his chest.
I sunk into his arms in alleviation as we swayed in the kitchen to the beat of our hearts.
Part of me wanted to pull away, tempted to see if he would bring me back. The other part of me wanted to berate him for his attitude. Part of me wanted him to take me against the kitchen table. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment together.
“I’m sorry I’ve been distant,” Noah whispered now, his voice vibrating from his chest as my cheek was pressed against his soft cotton t-shirt. I nodded against him in response, squeezing his torso as I closed my eyes, my mind beginning to overthink everything that’s happened between us.
I finally sucked in a breath, hesitant to ask, “Did I do something wrong?”
Noah immediately pulled me from his chest to look me in the eyes with a sullen expression, his hands cupping either side of my face, “You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re perfect.”
My eyes began to glaze over as my mind eased a little, and I chuckled softly, “Definitely not perfect.”
“Definitely are,” He whispered, hesitating once more before his broken eyes began analyzing my own. He made me feel like I had no reason to think he was lying. He made me feel perfect.
Noah watched me carefully before his eyes closed briefly. He sucked in a breath, hesitating, “I- I think there’s something wrong with me. I’m so lost right now.”
“I hope you know you can talk to me,” I matched his tone, my head tilting in empathy as we stood in the kitchen, holding each other. My fingers gripped onto the fabric of his shirt as I pulled him into another hug, embracing all his insecurities.
“I know,” He sighed, before masking his sorrows with a smile.
“Please come out with me,” He pulled away and pleaded again, the pad of his thumb beginning to graze across my cheekbone before tracing the outline of my lips, “I want to spend time with you. I want to hear your story.”
I smiled at his words, my breath catching in my throat as we watched each other, completely mesmerized as my eyes travelled across the outline of his ochre eyes. The slight stubble outlined his perfect lips that wrapped around the whites of his teeth as he smiled charmingly, and it left my palms sweating.
“You know plenty about me now,” He said gently, concentrated eyes devouring me, “So who are you?”
Subconsciously I began leaning in closer to his touch, our lips inches apart, “Why are you so convincing?” I whispered, the warmth of Noah’s breath cascading along my face.
“Ahem.”
I turned immediately at the cough, and Noah pulled away from me, staring back at the ground. I looked between him and Ruffilo, who stood leaning against the wall, watching Noah with analytical eyes.
“Hi, ruffles!” I then smiled warmly, confused at his interruption but happy to see him. He acknowledged me briefly, nodding in my direction before glaring daggers towards the brunette.
“A date?” Nicholas frowned as he folded his arms with an accusatory tone.
Noah shot back a look and my eyes flickered between the two of them, squinting in confusion.
Noah shook his head, turning his back towards us, “it’s none of your business.”
“It’s all my business now.” Nicholas stood up, standing next to me in defence.
My brows furrowed and I took a step back from Ruffilo, “Ok, what the fuck is going on?”
Ruffilo’s face contorted as a quick cynical laugh left his lips, scoffing at the brunette in front of him, “You didn’t ask her where you really want to take her out?”
Noah ran a hand over his face, “I was getting there.”
I looked between them again before my eyes landed on Noah, turning my head to the side, “Take me… where?”
Noah licked his lips in thought before turning to me, “I need your help.”
+
“Y/N hurry up!” Kiean yelled, his blonde curls bouncing underneath his black hood as he threw the canvas duffle bag towards me, placing his gun between his waistband. He ran behind the counter, typing on the keyboard of the desk computer frantically.
The alarms blared between the walls as I hastily tried to listen to the clicks of the safe, my heart racing as adrenaline rushed through me, my hands sweating beneath the leather gloves.
My breath quickened beneath the full white masquerade mask, the moisture building between the plastic and my skin, causing my chest to heave.
In a matter of minutes, the police would arrive and a shoot-out would begin.
‘k-12 to k-11’, Kean screamed over his walkie, my senses completely overloaded as the mixture of sounds rang through my ears.
‘k-11 to k-12, over.’
‘status of the doors?’
I looked away from the safe briefly towards the glass front doors, watching as the other masked figures held the rifles pointed towards the blocked exterior. I turned back as I anxiously flicked between the code, seconds being wasted the longer I failed to open it.
‘blocked.’ the voice responded.
‘hostages?’ Kiean asked.
‘detained.’
My eyes flickered towards the hunched bodies sitting on the floor, covering themselves in defence as they shook with fear. Another group of men with guns stood above them, shoving the rifle into the skin of a woman who mouthed back, creating an echo of screams as one of them fired the gun.
I closed my eyes, wishing to wake up from this nightmare.
But it was real.
“Is that fucking safe open yet?”
My blood ran cold as a shiver ran through my spine, the voice of my bad decision stopping my fingers mid-turn.
A gloved hand gripped the back of my neck and I looked up at the mask that mirrored my own, the only skin was his piercing green eyes that glared at me, filled with outrage. My lungs could no longer suck in oxygen as I gasped for a breath, desperate.
“You have ten fucking seconds to open it before I blow your goddamn brains out you pathetic piece of shit.”
His fingers dug into my neck as tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I watched back in horror, trying to nod underneath his grasp.
“Kade!” Kiean growled, “Fuck off!”
Kade looked back at me with disgust for a moment longer before he let me go, and I finally felt like I could briefly breathe.
I used to love his green eyes.
++
I sat on the edge of my bed as I hung up the phone with my boss, telling him I came down with food poisoning. Classic excuse.
I picked up the plastic mask as the pads of my fingers grazed over the years of shame associated with it, as my mind replayed the memory from my past.
Noah knew bits and pieces of my story, but he didn’t know the full reason why I left my old life behind.
I was scared to tell him; even though I knew he would probably still accept me; I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him yet.
I think I lost my mind Everything I knew came falling down Anything I build comes crashing down
I was trying to leave my old life behind…but I knew I was experienced enough to help him.
However, I knew that this was going to tie me right back to those I left. If I helped him, I would be stuck in the never-ending loop again. They would find me.
I'm pleading, "God, not now" Save me from my sins before I leave Free me from the weight so I can breathe
But for some reason, I was willing to do anything for Noah.
Why?
I was clearly fucking crazy.
The more I fool myself The more I feel it creeping in I think I lost my mind again
+++++
NOAH
Y/N and I agreed to go tonight.
I was scared to ask her, especially after Ruffilo confronted us. I did genuinely want to take her out on a date. I wanted to spend time with her.
But I did need her help.
I explained the plan of the heist and she agreed surprisingly quickly. The look she gave me left me confused. I was expecting some pushback, but she just sucked in a breath, lost in her mind for a moment before nodding and telling me she needed to grab a few things.
Her reaction was strange; almost as if she was conflicted. Was she conflicted between morals, knowing what she was doing was illegal? Or was there something else?
I sent a text to Vincent, telling him I’d meet him right after the heist to sell the drugs, right around midnight.
“See you then, Sebastian. Same spot.”
Hope ran through my veins as the plans fell into place, and I grabbed my backpack and gear, before running up the stairs to Y/N’s room.
I knocked as I pushed open the door, her eyes flickering up towards me before backing down at the mask she had resting in her palms. It was a simple white plastic party mask; the black masquerade design spiralling around the eyes.
I eyed her tentatively as she continued to stare at the mask. She flipped it around and my eyes narrowed as I analyzed the pattern. I swear I’ve seen this mask before, but I couldn’t place a finger on from were.
“Do you want one of my masks?” I asked, sitting next to her on the mattress, assessing the plastic she traced her fingers with, as if recalling a memory.
She took a shaky breath as she declined, turning to face me and giving me a curt smile, “This one work fine.”
I watched as Y/N’s shoulders began to shake in what I assumed was nervousness, and I placed a hand on hers that held the mask, “You don’t have to do this with me.”
She jumped lightly at my touch, leaving me confused before pulling away.
“I told you I’d help you, Noah,” she said as she stood up, walking to her desk and grabbing her own backpack.
Y/N pulled out a walkie-talkie from the fabric, tossing me one. I raised a brow as I caught it, staring at the machine.
“When did you get these?” I asked, almost laughing at the tactile equipment. This was a high-tech radio, something that surprised me she owned.
She shrugged, eying me once more before zipping up her backpack, “A long time ago. I’ll give one to the boys too so we can communicate. They can keep track on the sidelines.”
I hummed in response as I placed it inside the pocket of my cargo pants. I watched as Y/N paced around the room, grabbing various items before turning to face me.
“Are you wearing a change of clothes underneath the black?” She asked me, her serious expression sending shivers down my spine.
I turned my head to the side as I stood up from her bed, “No… should I be?”
She nodded, raising a brow as if I was stupid, “Yes, and bring another hat.”
I gave her a curious glance but obeyed, crossing the hall to the spare bedroom to grab another set of clothes.
Once we gathered everything, we stood at the front door, prepared to leave. Ruffilo stood waiting by the stairs, folded arms analyzing us before he went up to Y/N, giving her a tight hug before moving to me.
“You guys stay safe. I’ll be tracking you.” He gave us a curt nod, sighing as he glanced at Y/N in worry.
“Please keep your phone and my laptop on next to you. Remember the password is Juice.” Y/N said to Nicholas, and he nodded, giving her a thumbs up.
“Why?” I asked her, staring down at her, slightly in surprise. I didn’t know her and Nicholas were as close as they were.  
“You never know when you need backup.” She smiled, the worry dancing behind her eyes causing my own anxiety to spark.
We gave each other a nod before waving to Nicholas, leaving through the front door. The crisp air slapped me in the face, waking me up to the reality that this was really happening: that Y/N was going to be with me. Was this really a good idea?
We got into the van, me in the driver’s seat and Y/N in the passengers.
“So,” Y/N began as I pulled out from the curb, driving down the street, “I’ve never been to this pharmacy, and I have no idea how many cameras there are.”
“Folio said that there shouldn’t be any inside since this place is pretty old, but I believe that there are two outside,” I replied, turning down the music in the car.
Y/N nodded, “Well then, we definitely should park on Twelfth Ave, so we are far enough from cameras around the pharmacy.”
I hummed in response, sucking in a breath. Her analysis and knowledge surprised me, “You seem to know what you’re talking about.”
She glanced over at me briefly before staring out the window, watching the city pass by, “I’ve seen movies.”
I chuckled, fingers tightening around the wheel, somehow not satisfied with the answer, “I guess so.”
We sat in silence for the majority of the ride, soft music from the radio tuning out the silence. As we approached Twelfth Ave, I parked alongside the road.
“Ready?” I said, glancing at her.
Y/N hummed as she peered out the window, looking for cameras before giving me a nod.
“We’re good. Masks on before we get out.”
I laughed, cocking my head to the side, “Isn’t this my mission?”
She smiled at me, “Of course; but you asked for my help.”
“Touche,” I slipped the fabric over my head as I pulled my hood over. The car doors slammed shut and we began walking down the sidewalk, Y/N’s hands now governed with gloves.
“Walkie is set to channel 14?” She asked me, double checking hers before clipping it to her belt.
“Yes,” I chuckled, reassuring her with a glance.
Y/N nodded, walking ahead of me quickly, “Ok. Before we hit the 13th street we need to check for more cameras, especially on the buildings across the street. Then scope out a place we can hide behind to change once we’re done.”
I blinked rapidly her knowledge of this surprised me, leaving me innately curious. I trailed behind her, following her commands. We hit 13th Ave and I watched Y/N as she scanned the brick that surrounded us, pointing to a camera across the street.
“That one will already have seen us. We can’t continue-” she said, her breath hitching in her throat.
I pulled her body back, turning her to face me. “What-”
“Let me finish,” She cut me off, heavy breathing erupting from behind the mask, “I need to call Nicholas.”
The woman next to me pulled out her phone, dialling Ruffilo’s number. Y/N grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side between two buildings, holding the phone close to her ear as the bricks sheltered us.
“Hey, Ruffles.” She whispered, “yea everything’s ok. I need help with the cameras, so I need you to get my laptop.”
I watched her with curiosity, listening to every word.
“Login to my computer and click the blue app on my desktop, the one with the eye- yes- yes that one.”
She glanced at me before staring at the ground, “Password is Kade. K-A-D-E. Capitals.”
Kade?
Y/N held the phone closer to her ear, frantically beginning to pace, “OK, now I need you to type the address of Noah’s tracker into the box on the bottom. Grey box.”
What the hell was she doing?
I watched her with furrowed brows. This was some spy level shit and I had no idea how or why she knew this; but something was telling me I don’t know as much about Y/N as I thought.
“Yes, the IP. Include the zeros. Then click the red icon that will pop up on the right.”
“It’s asking for another password.” I could hear Nicholas on the other side of Y/N’s phone faintly.
“Try Kiean. K-I-E-A-N.”
“Nope.”
Y/N was silent for a moment, and I watched as her chest heaved beneath her black zip-up. She hesitated for a moment, as if the words were unable to escape her lips, “Try- try my name and the date 06-13.”
“Yeah, that worked. Now what?”
June 13?
I peered at Y/N’s eyes through her mask, tears welling up along her eyelids, “OK, c-click the box that should have popped up. You’re going to need to enter this code…ready?”
I heard Nick hum and Y/N began spitting out random letters and numbers, “qqp;//0-0-0:879230/live.”
“Then put in Noah’s IP, and then continue with ‘.off/GO113MODULE=shutdown.”
What the fuck?
“Ok. That did something?”
“Did a timer pop up?” Y/N asked hastily, before eying me.
“Yeah- it says 7 minutes and it’s counting down.”
“Call me when two minutes are remaining.” Y/N hung up the phone before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the ally towards the pharmacy.
“The cameras are down. We have seven minutes to get in and get out; maybe even less before the alarms signal the cops.”
I had so many questions, but all I could do was watch her with complete confusion, but also awe.
We reached the pharmacy door, and I pulled out a crowbar from my back, hinging it between the wood. I struggled for a moment, my teeth gritting as I pulled on the door.
“Push don’t pull. It’s faster.” Y/N mumbled, and I did as she said, the door popping open within seconds.
“How the fuck do you-”
She ignored my response and walked past me as the deafening alarm began echoing through the street from the pharmacy. My adrenaline began to spike as I rushed in and scoped the shelves before aimlessly grabbing things off the shelves hastily and throwing them into the extra backpack I brought. I began to make my way to the back of the building where the prescriptions would be, rushing along the wooden floor.
My heart pounded as the alarm rang, signalling the short amount of time we had to be in and out.
Y/N followed suit and I watched as she swiftly jumped over the counter, swinging herself between the shelves. She crouched next to me, pulling various boxes and pills off their designated spaces before shovelling them into her bag.
“You fucking know what you’re doing,” I yelled over the ringing alarm, throwing bottles left and right, trying to be as fast as possible.
Y/N glanced at me as she continued to shove random items into her backpack, turning away to ignore my question.
I leaned over, grabbing her arm as she grabbed a bubble pack of pills, “You don’t know this from movies. The fucking camera hacking? What the hell?” I knew now wasn’t the time for an interrogation; but I couldn’t help myself.
“Can you shut up?” She seethed through her teeth, eyes squinting at me angrily, “Now is not the time Noah, the cops will probably be here any minute. You’re wasting time worrying about me when you should be worried about the money.”
She ripped her arm away from me, walking to the other side of the counter, towards the register. I watched her in disbelief as she then went to pop open the register with a crowbar, grabbing the cash that lay amidst it.  
I shook my head in a mix of mistrust and admiration. Maybe taking her was a good idea after all.
Her phone rang and we looked at each other, her eyes hallowing beneath the mask, “Two minutes till the cameras are on, we need to go,” She yelled, her voice raw over the sound of the alarm.
I nodded briefly before I remembered one of the sole reasons we were here; to grab her meds.
“Wait-” I hollered, turning around. Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem.
My eyes flicked through the shelves, desperately searching. Adderall. Check. Diazepam. Check.
“Noah!” Y/N screamed, standing at the door, throwing her arms up. Amongst the store alarm, I could hear sirens whaling in the distance, signalling their justice.
“Wait- fuck!” I yelled, anxiously searching the last section. My gloved hand ran along the shelf as my heart hammered in anticipation, before I landed on Zolpidem. Check. Y/N stood by the door, head swinging between me and outside, peaking around the corner to watch for cops.
Grabbing my bag I hopped over the counter, slightly tripping over the mess we created but caught myself. Sprinting out of the store I grabbed Y/N’s arm, dragging her with me.
My ears still rang as we ran, and Y/N began pushing into me.
“Here,” She pushed into my side, leading us between an alleyway further down the street.
“Strip,” she comanded as she exhaled heavily, throwing her hood off her head and mask off onto the ground hastily, as if peeling it away in disgust.
“Can’t wait till we get home?” I tried to laugh, and she glared in my direction, unamused given the state of haste we were in. As my smile faded, I barely noticed her tear-stained cheeks as she took off her hoodie, pulling a pink one out of her bag. She threw on a pair of sweatpants over her shorts that were beneath her jeans and knelt to slip on a pair of white Converse.
I followed suit, throwing off my attire quickly before slipping into a pair of black and white shorts, along with a white hoodie. As I threw on my vans and hopped to get my foot inside, I shoved everything back into my bag.
The sirens got closer, the red and blue lights reflecting down the buildings at the end of the street. We began to panic and once she was ready, I grabbed Y/N’s hand with my sweaty one, pulling her with me down the alley. I looked up and down the brick towards the end before finding a ladder, pulling on it to test its strength and hopping up, beginning to climb.
Y/N followed below and once we reached the top we stood on the roof for a moment. She watched me before I began to run. The rocks that layered the top of the roof crunched beneath my feet as I bolted, my head snapping back as I kept looking behind me to check Y/N was still following, making sure she was ok.
We reached the edge of the roof, and I scoped the scene. Although we were surrounded by buildings, I wasn’t sure where to go from here. The sirens still echoed as they flashed from below, anticipating us to decide quickly. I looked below, noticing a ladder and ledge attached to another building. We would have to jump to make it, but it looked doable.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, breathless, looking down at her. The moon light cascaded delicate shadows along her frame, leaving me captivated. As her beautiful E/C eyes looked back at me, she held out her hand, complete commitment radiating through her.
“Always,” She whispered back, squeezing my fingers. I smiled at her and looked ahead, preparing to jump.
“Follow me,” I squeezed her hand in encouragement before letting go, and she nodded.
I stood on the edge of the building, my eyes flickering over the ladder as I sucked in a breath, ready to push myself off the ledge. I jumped, the air sliding between my limbs briefly before I caught myself on the metal. I sighed heavily, looking up at Y/N and giving her a thumbs up.
She hesitated for a moment, looking down at the ground below. I watched as her gaze analyzed everything; and before fear could take over, I encouraged her.
“You can do it, I believe in you,” I said, and she nodded, her body swaying with the wind before throwing herself off the stone and landing next to me.
We walked across the ledge before reaching the end, and I looked at the ground below.
“Ok, we can swing off that pipe and then onto the top of the dumpster. Then we run,” I said, preparing to jump again.
She let out a puff of air, “Parkour?” She laughed.
“Easy,” I matched her tone, letting out an anxious chuckle, “Just watch me.”
I walked across the pipe, holding my hands out to distribute my weight and keep my balance until I was above the dumpster below. Kneeling, I then made sure I had a tight grip before dropping my body, so I was hanging from the piece of metal.
I took a deep breath before letting go, bending my knees to catch my fall on the plastic lid.
Y/N did the same, but as she hung on the pipe, she closed her eyes, afraid to drop.
“C’mon princess,” I praised, “I’ll catch you.”
She scrunched her face in thought before letting go, and I caught her, pulling her close against my body. I hugged her briefly, wanting to hang onto her forever; but we still had a job to do.
We slid off the dumpster onto the cold pavement, and I grabbed her hand, holding her as we then made a sprint toward the van. Our footsteps rang along the cement, adrenaline pushing me more than caffeine ever could. At this moment, I felt alive with Y/N next to me.
We approached the van with our chests rising and falling, pulling ourselves into the dirty grey fabric seats, and locking the doors. As we sat in the car not speaking, the only sounds being our heavy breathing, I peeked over at Y/N, who then turned to face me.
With flush cheeks, her eyes trailed along my gaze, before a wide smile grew upon her face, “Fucking hell.”
She laughed, and I mirrored her, the grin on my face expressing my devotion to this woman.
“I can’t believe we pulled that off.” I laughed, coughing as my throat dried with thirst, and rested my forehead onto the steering wheel.
Our laughs died out and I turned to face her.
“Yeah,” She watched me again, but her smile began to fall, “we did it.”
“How did you-” I began, wanting to begin asking questions, but she cut me off immediately.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” She curtly responded, completely beginning to shut down as the adrenaline wore off. Her eyes remained fixated straight ahead and I watched her in confusion and concern, millions of questions racing through my mind.
What was wrong? And how does she know so much?
“Look, I know you don’t want to talk about it,” I began as I started the car, revving the engine gently before pulling out, “but what you did back there was more than even I could do. All the boys.”
Y/N remained silent, turning her body away from me.
“You’ve done this before.”
Y/N’s head snapped toward me, “Noah,” She warned, my name leaving her lips angrily.
I stared at her, licking my lips in annoyance, but dropping the subject, “We need to visit someone before we head back.”
She swallowed harshly, nodding in silence.
My mind raced as I drove. Y/N definitely hasn’t been honest about her past. I swear I’ve seen that mask before; and I know for a fact that she’s had to have done a heist in the past or some shit. She was experienced… and who the fuck was Kiean?
Thoughts invaded my mind and once we were close to the pier I stopped abruptly before an allyway.
I turned off the engine, grabbing my mask.
“Put your mask on,” I said, and she nodded, reaching into her bag. I watched as she placed the mask on top of her face and I followed with my own, before we pulled the hoodies over our heads once again. I waited for Y/N to get out of the car, watching carefully as she closed the door.
I quickly grabbed her replacement meds from my bag, sliding them into the glovebox before grabbing both our backpacks. I slid out of the car, walking next to her.
I leaned over, whispering, “Stay behind me, don’t say anything,” and Y/N nodded, trailing behind me as we walked down into the alleyway.
It was quiet, the only sound was our footsteps and distant traffic. I stopped Y/N with my arm before we walked any further down the cement, waiting.
Y/N breathed heavily, and seconds later we heard him.
“Sebastian!” Vincent’s voice boomed through the brick walls.
I cautiously kept my distance as he turned the corner, exposing himself. He walked towards us and was flipping a coin between his fingers, tilting his head slightly as his eyes immediately latched onto Y/N. She stood behind me, almost hidden.
“a friend?” His voice raised slightly in question.
I held out my arm to hold her behind me, but Y/N pushed past my defence and stepped beside me.
Vincent immediately stopped flipping his coin once she was exposed, his eyes flashing with recognition as he stared straight past me, eyes locked onto the masked girl. He was fixated on her. My stomach churned at the way he stared, completely lost in a trance.
I looked at Y/N briefly and she stared back, shoulders heaving.
A deep chuckle radiated through his chest before he spoke, his words leaving me confused.
“We live in a twilight world.”
Y/N stiffened beside me, silent for a moment before responding.
“And there are no friends at dusk.”
I turned to her in complete confusion. The interaction between them building tension so thick I could cut it with a knife. My mind began to race.
She knows him. He knows her.
But how?
The mask.
Vincent looked away from their eye contest first, the shine of his grillz radiating once he smiled at me.
“What do you have for me? Other than an oh-so-riveting friend.”
I ignored his question regarding Y/N as I slid the backpack off my back. I opened it toward him, revealing the dozens of pill bottles.
“Quite the haul,” Vincent laughed, a low whistle escaping his lips, “but I didn’t come quite prepared with that much money.”
I tried hiding my disappointment, “Then what can I give you?”
“I brought the same amount as last week,” He said, nodding towards the bag, “Got any more of that Adderall you got me? and the zolpidem and diazepam?”
Don't worry, I'll be lost in echoes Be laughing on my own It's tragic, but it's the only life I know (Only life I know)
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes began to widen, and I stared at him.
“From whatever that name was- Y-N? Something?”
My body froze, immediately afraid to look in her direction. From my peripheral, I saw her remain perfectly still. Too still.
What should I do, what should I be? (I'm at a turning point right now) I'm so full of rage, too blind to see
“Uh- n-no.” I stammered, taking a step back as I avoided Y/N’s gaze,  “I have a few opioids.”
Vincent shrugged, smiling, “Ah sounds good.”
I looked at the bag as my hands began to shake.
“I’ll take those today for twenty-five hundred. But uh, bring the others next time. They sold great. I’ll offer thirty-five hundred,” Vincent said, reaching into the bag to assess some of the bottles.
I swallowed harshly as I nodded, “Yea- I’ll get some of those.”
Vincent whipped out his testing kid, assessing each of the bags and bottles before pulling out the cash.
“Pleasure doing business with ya, Sebastian.” He nodded as he placed the bundle into my gloved fingers, licking his lips before smiling towards Y/N.
He watched her tauntingly,"I'll See You At The Beginning, Friend."
Y/N only gave him a small nod, silently and swiftly turning around, walking back towards the car.
As I watched her leave, I then glanced at Vincent one more time who watched curiously.
“See you,” I said in a conflicted tone, before jogging after the girl who was now gone from the alleyway.
Y/N was already sitting in the car with the mask thrown onto the dashboard, staring down at her lap in complete emptiness.
I got into the driver’s seat, too afraid to say anything once I saw how she collapsed.
The words that then left her lips sounded broken, strained, and defeated. “I trusted you.”
My heart pounding in agony as she fixated on her lap with disappointed eyes. I swallowed harshly, panicking. As my heart hammered the only question that left my mouth was Why.
I wanted to blame her as if it was her fault for trusting me. As if she’s the one who made me steal her drugs. Part of me wanted to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her, my body fighting the urge to shame her for being so kind.
The more I fool myself The more I feel it creeping in I think I lost my mind again
“Why would you trust a criminal like me?”
As soon as the question left my lips I had sunk into the seat of the car, shame taking over. I was never meant to be the good guy.
The more I start to fall The more I don't see me at all I think I lost my mind again
Her eyes fell as she grew small, suddenly insecure, “B-because?” She stuttered, “You’re not a bad person Noah.”
Yes I am, it’s my fault for taking advantage of her.
“Why did you do it?” She asked, still staring at her hands.
“Why else?” My hands ran up across my face, “I need the fucking money. Not like I do this for fun.”
I keep picturing my ending beneath a yellow rose I don't recall this type of feeling, a seed inside my bones My soul turned its back and left me, I burnt the bridge within Just another waste of humans weighing down this skin
“I tried giving you options- like the bar, or even a position at the cafe,” She began rambling, her hand moving erratically as she explained.
“And I'm grateful,” I reached out towards her arm, but she pushed herself towards the window, away from me defensively.
My hand fell in shame, “but that can’t make me enough. It’s hard to make money this way when it’s just me doing jobs.”
“I get that,” She folded her arms, holding onto herself, “But I told you I would help.”
And it pulls me further from the point that I belong And all you wanna do is take me, break me, hide me away Or you can shame me, blame me, burn me at the stake on a lie 'Cause my own mind wilts at the thought of being alive And that I'd like it if I tried
“You didn’t need to go behind my back. You could have just asked,” she whispered.
“I- the whole reason I did this robbery in specific,” I stated, opening the glovebox in front of her, revealing the plastic bottles, “was to get back your meds. That’s why I’ve been so distant.”
She stared at the orange bottles, detached.
“I have felt so fucking guilty, that I have barely been able to look at you knowing what I did,” my voice began to raise, “Like how fucked up am I? That I could do that to you, knowing, that they’re supposed to be helping you?”
I scoffed at myself as I slammed the glovebox, making Y/N jump in the process.
The more I fool myself The more I feel it creeping in I think I lost my mind again
“Y/N,” I whispered now, “I am so sorry I did this to you. I am so sorry I dragged you into this.”
The more I start to fall The more I don't see me at all I think I lost my mind again
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⋆˙⟡♡ — general
𐙚 hihi, my name’s fawn! i’m 18, she/her (nb), bisexual and perpetually tired. i’m on here to rot and yap (yes, i do post heavy nsfw content) — if you don’t like that, i don’t know what to tell you.
𐙚 i love love love connecting with new people, building friendships, and occasionally engaging in light-hearted flirting. however, should you message me with requests for photos, nudes, or suggest meeting in person, know that i won't hesitate to use the block feature. my patience for such behavior is VERY short, and the block button is quite literally a click away :]
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𐙚 i am a writer n a poet, that’s typically how i spend my time when i’m not decaying on my bed. should probably note that i prefer to keep my pieces private and am unlikely to share my work online at any point. woopsies
𐙚 major music enthusiast. i listen to almost everything, i particularly favor alternative, indie, rock, and r&b!!
𐙚 i’m drawn to sad shit, especially sad movies. there’s something about letting the tears flow and having mascara run down my cheeks that i find oddly comforting. beautiful boy holds a special place in my heart as my all-time favorite film. if you share this sentiment, we’re fucking — NOW.
𐙚 massive anime/manga geek. live, laugh, love jjk n solo leveling :3
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𐙚 minors, homophobes, transphobes and overall degenerates dnfi.
𐙚 i don’t tag triggers, but be careful. i tend to post triggering stuff from time-to time.
𐙚 a lot of gross, icky stuff — beware pls. if you choose to proceed and then complain, kys lol.
𐙚 while i’m open to flirting, remember i’m a person first and foremost. please refrain from sending inappropriate messages right off the bat; show some decorum and maturity. my mutuals are free to interact with me as they wish! <3
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babycxmdxmp · 1 year
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hihiii welcome 2 my blog !! pls read b4 interactin !!
old account @/bbycumdump2 got restricted so im startin up here b4 i get deleted !
☆*:.。. about me .。.:*☆
- i go by lemon/lem/em but ur welcome 2 call me by pet names (i like angel, baby, kitten, bun, dummy)
- 26 but i feel littler a lotta the time
- afab n use she/her pronouns
- ace/bi stoner sub from the uk !
- chronically ill physically n mentally n neurodivergent n traumatised (theres sm wrong w me lmao)
☆*:.。. kinks n triggers .。.:*☆
- big tws 4 self harm, eating disorders, rlly fucked up kinks lol
- kinks include ANAL (!!!!!!!!!!!!), cnc, ddlg/mdlg, ageplay, violence, dumbification, kidnapping, drugging, somno, group stuff n gangbangs (!!!!!!), exhibitionism, pet play (kitty or bunny only!), omo/pee, puke, blood, rimming, weapons, free use, public use, praise, sn*ff, fisting (anal only), overstimulation, double anal, squirting, crying
- i LUV anal !! my rules r that i cant touch or cum if my ass is empty n now i cant cum without my ass stuffed :3 i can only fit a couple fingers in my cunny but i can fit my fist in my ass n i wanna fit more hehehe <33
- its easier 2 list the things im not in2 lol hard limits : scat, feet, stalking/following stuff (also dont tell me ur waitin 4 me in my house etc), raceplay, misogyny kink, degradation stuff (like callin me a cunt or a pig/worthless/ugly or using "it" 2 refer 2 me etc), edging/denial, breedin/pregnancy : if ur blog is mainly bout 1 of these i probs wont follow u back !
- also i wud rather u not message me on anon if ur jus gonna talk bout how much u miss me or like stuff iv sent in dms b4 it rlly creeps me out n 99% of the time i wont reply cuz idk if ur 1 of the ppl i like n jus lost touch wiv or ur sum1 i used 2 talk wiv n dont anymore 4 a specific reason lol so pls no anons like this pls !!
☆*:.。. other stuff .。.:*☆
- dni if ur racist/homophobic/terfs/swerfs or if u support maps or actual rap3/abuse etc go fuck urself <3
- pls dont interact if ur a minor jfc
- i wont follow back if u post a lot of sfw stuff or if u post a lot about the nsfw im not in2 or if the nsfw stuff u dont post i wudnt like or post OR if u dont keep ur thoughts in the tags n comment on every reblog (if i follow u n u do this 2 me repeatedly i will unfollow lol)
- asks under #lemanons, text posts #lemon.txt, pics #lemon.txt, audios #lemon.mp3, polls #lemon.pol, fave nsfw posts #faves.txt
- dms anons n submissions welcome!! i get 2 asks quicker than dms but i try my v best 2 reply !
- ill block u if ur blog is ageless or blank ! or if ur blog gives me sus vibes
☆*:.。. everythin on this blog is fantasy or 2 b conducted between consentin adults only .。.:*☆
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ About me ⟡˚౨ৎ⋆
✎ᝰ! My name is Kate, I'm eighteen, a Taurus and from west Asia.
✎ᝰ! I have been a fan of Michael Jackson since I was a child but I became a part of the fandom around 2019. My man is my no. 1 on Spotify every single year (yup, yup).
✎ᝰ! I actually had a book on wattpad about mike a few years ago and it was HURRENDEOUS, but I promise that my writing abilities have gotten better :)
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✎ᝰ! My hobbies: watching films, feeding into my delusions (writing fics about michael), playing the guitar, skiing, doing my makeup.
✎ᝰ! My top 5 musicians: Michael Jackson (obvi), Madonna, Queen, Nina Simone, Amy Winehouse.
✎ᝰ! My favorite films: Portrait of a lady on fire, Amelie, Mary & Max, The shape of water, The grand Budapest hotel and Knives out.
✎ᝰ! More facts: i LOVE cinema, it is an art form that should be cherished forever, professional procrastinator, reality shifter, fav color is green, big pop culture nerd, a little acoustic (autistic), addicted to watching edits on tiktok.
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✎ᝰ! For now I only write for mj.
✎ᝰ! I will write: smut, fluff, angst, fem!reader, plus-size!reader, most kinks tbh (just ask don't be shy), creampies, dp, somnophilia, ddlg (sexual and non sexual), voyeurism/exhibitionism, watersports, age difference as long as both are of age, threesomes (only mmf).
✎ᝰ! I won't write: male/trans/non-binary!reader, ocs (I only write x reader), hard kinks, knife/gun kink, scat kink, drug consumption, pedophilia, rape, breeding kink, pregnant!reader, pregnancy kink, incest/stepcest, mommy kink, sub!michael, pegging, dom!reader, abuse, degradation kink.
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pinning this post as an intro since i see its a thing now !! im esther/eve i dont mind either lol i havent been on tumblr in a long since homestuck died, but ive been a long time user...(ex-user?) since 2010 ish... weew. mostly into hazbin hotel, dead plate, batfam, one piece, and GBF rn main content is my ocs with the #OC tag :3 entp/intp i guess pls expect me not to be frequently active... i only got uni off this week since its intrams TT and i die everytime i have classes 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ Just for reference I sometimes do NSFW content and will tag it as NSFW Feel free to block/unfollow if my content doesn't suit your taste ! Asks are always open <3 feel free to talk to me lmao Not taking requests ! Sorry, I might just forget about it... 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚
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teyamsatan · 9 months
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Hi x i wanted to talk about something that has happened to me recently, because i feel like it needs to be addressed lol. I would have never considered talking about it if the person in question had had an ounce of maturity and respect, but she obviously doesn’t, and it’s my reputation on the line and my fault for expecting it hahahah.
So a few days ago, the whole Jake is Jacob debacle happened on tumblr, which to me was cute and harmless and fun. Now some people really feel the need to bring other people down and prove (to themselves only, let’s be honest) how “superior” and “intelligent” they are, so she started making fun and basically insulting the OP of the post, which really upset me. I didn’t say anything about it and quietly unfollowed the person, because if i find content I disagree with, that is (to me) the only way to approach the situation.
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Anyway, later, i was made aware that she continued trash talking people in the fandom, continuing this tired narrative that despite being the one to initiate it, she was the “victim” bullied by “kids”, which i resented, for a couple of reasons.
1. Ageism is ageism no matter the form it comes in. It is no different to shit on a person just for being young and minding their business, than it is to do so with people who are older.
2. I’m tired of the “i was here first and therefore i am inherently better than you” stupid narrative. You don’t get a cookie cause you found something sooner, pls PLEASE understand that.
3. The “everyone is so young” bs is simply not true. I am the same age as her, so are some of my mooties or just a couple years older, and we’re all here, and we’re all trying to have a good time, and that’s what matters. None of us are out here flaunting our age or our maturity, because it is inconsequential.
4. Saying to someone that their “pre-frontal cortex” isn’t fully developed, is fucking ridiculous. What a stupid argument. You’re really going to insult someone for something they have reasonably absolutely no control over and try to use it as an insult against them? Girlie, in 2023? Do you understand how stupid that is? You think you’re superior cause your mum pushed you out a few years earlier like you had anything to do with it??? Like idk that is wild to me.
5. You can’t insult people on here for “being young and dumb” and how much “better” and “more mature” you are, and then in the same breath pick a fight with them and be willing to die on that hill. Because if you have any sort of common sense, that would imply that you must be succumbing to their levels and you are not capable of having any higher level discourse. Like how do you not see that that you're just proving to everyone how immature you truly are?
So, i wrote her an ask. Not on anon, not trying to start anything, just an ask telling her my opinion and telling her that as someone who is the same age as her, her behaviour is disappointing.
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Now i need you to see the message because she won’t show it to you, because she wants to build this narrative that people are “harassing” her. Please note that nobody is “harassing” her. If i wanted to harass her, I could and I would not do it with my username intact. I wanted to her to understand the opinion (that i share with my friends and mooties) of someone who’s the same age as her. She won’t answer it because she knows there is no way to spin this in her favour.
Instead, what she can do, is what she does best. Trying to spin this negatively, insulting me and my writing (you’re 26 and the best you could come up with is “god awful cringey ass fics”? ouch, that hurt.) and tagging it “neteyam imagine” cause what person who wants to read neteyam fics doesn’t want to see that. Now again, she is blocked for me because I absolutely do not want to engage with people like her, but i was made aware of this and since she’s talking about me and could potentially come to people’s inboxes or dms and talking trash about me, i wanted you besties to know and to read everything and make your own minds about it, having all the information, not just what she deems appropriate to give you.
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Anyway, sorry for this long ass rant, but it needed to be said. Please, if you don’t agree with someone, especially if it’s over something so incredibly trivial as a name, let it go. It’s not worth it. If it’s something not trivial, block. It’s not worth it. Insulting someone for things they have no control over doesn’t put you on top, it makes you a dick. Acting like you’re inherently better cause you’ve been in a fandom longer isn’t cool, trust me. Just please, save your energy and put it in your art, in your job, in your relationships, in yourself.
Now, i will go write my cringey ass fics 😉 good luck besties, and smooches.
ALSO!!! DO NOT engage with this person. PLEASE. Please do not prove her right. Please do not leave her anon hate or anything of the sort, please please please. It’s not worth it.
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gothcsz · 13 days
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𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter I.
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PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character
SUMMARY: Javier gets acquainted with his new job and new life in small town, Texas.
WORD COUNT: 6.7k
RATING:   18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.
CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: Mutual pining, talks of homicide, they really wanna fuck each other, beginning of a beautiful slow burn, lots of smoking, southern gothic vibes are strong with this one, if you love worldbuilding then this is the fic for you, mentions of a religious cult, subtle slutshaming.
DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS:   The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story.
A/N: it’s official, i am now licensed! lol jk jk but hooray to a first chapter! i’ve been working on this thing non stop trying to get the characterization and dynamic and overall voice of the story down pat. i had so much fun writing this tbh and i hope the person reading this enjoyed… well… reading it! i’m still trying to get the hang of writing/posting a whole ass fic while also learning how AO3/Tumblr works so pls be GENTLE with me *cries* i'm not sure what the upload schedule will be yet but just know ya girl is devoting all her free time to this currently.... anyways feel free to drop any type of feedback in my ask. < 3
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Javier Peña doesn’t know if he should see this reassignment as a good thing. Had gotten himself in a pretty hairy situation down in Colombia. His involvement with a death squad and the cartel had him pulled from the biggest case of his career right as they were on the verge of catching Escobar… and only he was to blame for that. Had crossed a boundary with himself, gotten innocent people killed and what exactly does he have to show for it?
A reassignment to a small, shitty town in the middle of Texas. 
At least in South America he had a great view to cope with the shitty happenings. The lush mountains of Medellín that stretched for miles and miles, the bustling of the the country’s capitol, Bogotá, or the portrait perfect skyline of Cali. 
Here, it’s just dirt roads with barbed wired fences lining the vast amounts of grassy lands. Occasional livestock littering the areas; Seminary’s only lifeline is farming since most of the families that reside here own ranches or crop fields. The town is able to sustain itself with what it produces, therefore not needing many additional businesses. Just a few blocks of shops and civil buildings. No hospital but a doctor’s office with one singular clinician, a grindhouse, some boutiques, a bakery, very small post office that shares its space with the local newspaper. Typical spaces you’d find in a settlement like this.
He can see some resemblances to that of his hometown, Laredo, but that’d be a disservice to the latter.
Regardless, he can’t change his past and all his wrongdoings. Instead, Javier can try and see the fucking silver lining of the situation; that he finally has time to catch his breath… to slow down, for once. The concept is foreign to him, he’s been fleeing from it since he was an adolescent.
A fact that his father, Chucho, had brought up when Javier told the older man of his new job.
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“ Seminary? Donde putas es eso? (Where the fuck is that?) ”
“ Couple hours southwest of El Paso. A smidge on the map. ”
“ A smidge on the map sounds like exactly what you need, hombre (man). ” Father tells him, taking a swig from his beer as the two lean against the wooden fence that keeps his father’s herd of horses from running amuck.
Javi doesn’t say anything, instead gazing out into the vastness of the family ranch.
“ All that craziness down there in Colombia te pudre le mente. El cuerpo. (It rots your mind. Your body.)  And I’ll be damned if a heart attack takes you out before me. ” The men chuckle briefly, sounding just alike.
“ Comes with its own shit. A damn cult. ” Scoffs, taking a smooth drag from the cigarette between his lips. “ Least that’s what the locals think. Could just be a damn serial killer. ” No different from what he’s experienced with the cartel.
“ Shit is goin’ to be anywhere you go, hijo (son), pero se me hace a mi (it seems to me) that the shit they got goin’ on in Seminary is much more manageable than la mierda con Escobar (the shit with Escobar). ” Just hearing his name has Javi clenching his jaw subconsciously and Chucho takes notice.
“ Just an old man’s opinion. Take this time to look within. Figure out the type of man you want to be after being chewed up and spat out of Colombia. ” Another swig of beer, “ Pero eres tan bruto, nunca me haces caso (but you’re so stubborn, you never listen to me). ”
“ In a shocking turn of events, this might be the one time I do. ” Javier snuffs out the finished cigarette against the wooden pole, tossing it aside carelessly and crossing his arms against his chest. “ But don’t get your hopes up. ”
“ As long as you don’t drink the damn kool aid, vaz a estar bien (you’re going to be fine). ” The father and son share another laugh, this time much more lighthearted.
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Blinks slowly behind the aviators that sit on the bridge of his nose, the bright and grueling Texas sun beaming down on him harshly. Finishing his cigarette, he pushes himself off the hood of his restored Ford pickup truck. He’s been sitting outside of Seminary’s Sheriff’s Department for about ten minutes now, the small building located right in the middle of town very easy to find.
Then again, it wasn’t very hard to get lost in a town this small.
It is unimpressive and has the makings of any other small town government building. An American flag flown proudly above Texas’s, the lettering that labeled the building faded due to being unkept and time. 
Javier knows that the dread he feels comes from not being able to sit still. That’s why he found some kind of pleasure working down in Colombia. Things were always moving at a fast pace, albeit he had done a lot of pencil pushing and running down the clock, the city itself was bustling with life and culture that kept him on go even when he was idle. 
Here, however, the stillness is suffocating and he wonders how the people of Seminary can breathe. 
Is this sentiment what has sparked the murders? Had someone finally had enough of the mundane and decided to spruce things up?
Eyes narrow, if he continues to stand out here any longer, the sheriff will begin to wonder if the new guy had bailed before even coming in.
Jogs up the steps that led up to the main building, taking them two at a time and then pushing open the worn, glass door of the entrance, removing his sunglasses and neatly folding them then letting them hang from the collar of the cream colored button up shirt he’s wearing. 
Takes in his surroundings, somehow he feels like he and Murphy had more space back at the embassy than what they have here. 
There’s a front desk to the immediate right being tended to by an older woman with fiery red hair that’s got reading glasses on, too engrossed in her novel to notice that he’s stepped foot in.
Other than that, everything else looked pretty much like anyone would expect a sheriff’s department to look like. Desks pushed together here and there, singular ceiling fan lazily spinning in the center of the room, a break room tucked to the back, the hallway that led to detaining rooms and other necessary spaces, variety of office supplies and filing cabinets. It almost looks too normal.
“ Need somethin’, dear? ” Is returned to himself as the older woman finally takes notice of him with a friendly smile, her eyes not so subtly giving him a once over. “ We don’t usually get hunks ‘round here. You must be lost, sugar. ”
Peña smirks, even without trying he’s got women smitten.
“ Fortunately for you, ma’am, seems like I’m in the right place. Javier Peña, new Deputy Sheriff. ” Strolls over to her desk, leaning against it as he reaches his hand out for her to shake. 
She lets out a warm laugh and suddenly he’s not so on edge about being here. They shake hands and Javi notices a soft pink tint of blush on the apples of her cheeks. “ Fortunately for me indeed. I’m Lorraine, darling, I pretty much run everything ‘round here but don’t you go tellin’ Romeo that. ” She winks at him.
“ Don’t go tellin’ Romeo what now, Lorraine? That you’re gunnin’ for my job? ” A boisterous voice interrupts them and Javier immediately recognizes it to be the sheriff. 
“ Oh, I thought that was somethin’ we all already knew? ” The banter continues and Javi immediately takes note of the playful friendship at play here.
“ Hate to say it but she’s right. Works circles around me that one. Romeo Leighton. Great to have you here, Javier. ” The sheriff now speaks to Javier directly, and he takes this as a sign to straighten his posture and formally introduce himself as well.
The man has a good ten years on Javi, standing a few inches taller with a much more worn look to him. He’s a bit skinny yet built, except for the typical beer belly most southern men tend to have. A scruffy and short beard with unruly hair that’s a mix of grays and dark browns.
“ Thanks for having me. ” The two share a brief handshake, “ M’sure you two could handle the town all on your own, so I appreciate you making room for a plus one. ” Decides to turn on the good ‘ol southern charm and it seems to land as intended as the atmosphere in the room remains friendly and the sheriff chuckles.
“ Look at him catchin’ on so quick. We just might not let you go, amigo. ” Lorraine playfully rolls her eyes and reaches over to pass the older man a stack of files. “ These just came in from Rankin County. ”
“ Came just in time. We got some new developments on the local murders. ” Just like that, the lively talk is over and they get right into the job. 
“ Heard there were mentions of a group of some sorts? ” Javier brings it up, wanting to get a gauge on the sheriff’s reaction instead of just reading about it through official reports.
“ Just rumors. Nothing concrete to back it up. ”
The two men now find themselves in Romeo’s office, each smoking a cigarette with multiple files sprawled across the wooden desk.
Here’s what they know: Three woman murdered along the highway that all these towns share all within a year. They sustained multiple stab wounds, yet the fatal insertion was that of a sharp blade going straight through the heart. The men don’t know if that was intentional or accidental due to the amount of times their chests had been punctured.
It is gruesome, to say the least, but nothing that Javier hasn’t seen before, unfortunately. The way the cartel got creative with their murders just to send a message to their rivals had the man exposed to many atrocities; he was completely desensitized to most forms of violence. Yet, the passion behind these crimes and unclear motive has piqued Javi’s interest entirely the more the two men discussed it. 
“ Then again… it could be nothin’. Just a giant, fucked up coincidence. ” The sheriff grumbles, clearly frustrated by the lack of information.
“ No, I don’t think so. Too similar of a killing method. Any clue what weapon was used? ” Javier leans forward in the uncomfortable, leather chair to ash his cigarette and rummage through some of the papers, trying to find the coroner’s reports for all three victims.
“ Some kind of dagger or knife. Thought it might have been a huntin’ knife but all the wounds were clean cut. No serrated edges on the weapon. ”
Javi hums, going over the details in his head for the millionth time trying to see the picture that was so clearly painted in front of him.
There was just simply not enough evidence to make anything out of it. Atop of that, the assailant hasn’t struck again in months. A good thing for the general public but not for them if they have any intentions of bringing justice to the families of the victims and catching whoever was behind these heinous crimes.
Javier also realizes that while these murders were tame to him, they were most certainly not tame to the people around here. Atrocities as these simply didn’t happen in places like Seminary and surrounding areas. Now that they were dealing with the aggressive reality of humanity, it was shaking them to their core.
So much so that the god fearing people began spreading rumors that the devil had its eye on Seminary and already infiltrated the progressive minds of the local youth.
“ There’s always some truth to rumors, you know. ” Javi begins, gray smoke flooding out from his mouth and nostrils as he puffs out from the nicotine stick, “ Someone must’ve seen or heard somethin’ to implicate the younger folks. ”
The sheriff leans back in his chair, using his thumb to rub out the concentrated frown that had etched itself between his brows, “ People ‘round here are pretty stuck in their ways, me included at times, they don’t like the way this new generation is comin’ up. Barely goin’ to church, spendin’ more time at the bar than at work. How sexual music’s gotten, in their eyes. Small shit like that gets people talkin’. It’s annoyin’ but it’s just talk. ” 
Javier is going to have to polish his interpersonal skills. Something larger could be at play here so he makes a mental note to go out and talk to these people himself to get a better feeling for what the general sentiment is.
Hell, he might even start going back to church. He can’t remember the last time he step foot in one. With what all had transpired in Bogotá and Medellín; he’d lost his faith entirely. There was so much evil and greed in the world, the man felt helpless at the realization that even religion became aversive to him. 
“ M’sure somethin’ll come up eventually. ” Javier decides to be optimistic, struggling to do so but also wanting to turn over a new leaf, “ In the meantime we’ll just have to make do with what we got. It’s been a while since the fucker struck so maybe he’s done. Got a taste for it and decided he didn’t like it. ” He finishes off his cigarette, stubbing it out and leaning back against the chair across from Romeo’s desk.
“ A fresh set of eyes will really help with that. Appreciate you comin’ here, Peña. Don’t know much about your time down in Colombia but I can imagine it was rough. This is a massive change for you. Goin’ from damn drug traffickers to a coupla girls gettin’ stabbed on the side of a highway.” The older man continues to puff on his cigarette, his statement falling flat and almost in bad taste but Javier doesn’t say anything, instead shrugging. 
“ I got a job–– M’not complaining’. ” That was almost not the case, and a nasty feeling at the pit of his gut stirs at the remembrance of his meeting with the board in Washington in a few weeks to get his official reprimanding for his ties with Colombian death squad Los Pepes. 
Is surprised that the Sheriff doesn’t bring up Judy Moncada's quotes from the Miami Herald about his participation in the killing of many of the sicarios of the cartel, and some innocents along the way. Either he wasn’t informed or he simply did not care.
“ That’s the spirit. What do you have goin’ on tonight? ” Romeo begins, changing the subject entirely, and Javier can sense an invitation incoming. “ ‘Cause I’d love to have ya over for dinner. Give you a proper introduction to Seminary. You can meet my daughter Paloma, too. ” The sheriff then picks up one of the framed photos on his desk, turning it over for Javier to see.
A portrait of a stunning young woman sporting a cowboy hat, smiling brightly at the camera.
“ Ain’t she a beaut? ” He pulls the picture back, asking rhetorically and Javier clears his throat. 
For a moment he contemplates the dinner invitation, part of him wanting to be alone in the comfort of his new space but the other part of him wanting to just throw himself into this to keep his mind occupied and away from the grueling memories of the almost ten years he’d spent in Colombia.
“ Sure, I’d love to come by. ” He decides, if he thought about it for a second longer, he’d talk himself out of going.
A large, friendly grin spreads on Romeo’s face and he nods, finally finishing off his cigarette. “ Alright now, you can stop by ‘round 7. ” Moves some of the files aside revealing a notepad and he digs in his shirt pocket to pull out a pen. Scribbling down his address messily onto the blank piece of paper, he tears it off and leans over to hand it to Javier.
“ Just outside of town. Not that hard to get to. ” Javier nods curtly and takes the paper, folding it and stuffing it into his back pocket.
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It’s later in the day, the sun cascading into the distance; its hues of deep oranges and reds softening as the night sky begins to take over.
Paloma sits on the rocking chair that matches her father’s out on the porch. Wooden guitar nestled in her lap and personal booklet resting on the arm of the chair as she strums lightly, building the chorus of her new song out loud. She takes the pencil from behind her ear and jots down something quickly and messily, returning to strumming and humming simultaneously.
“ Paloma! ” Hears the loud voice of her father practically making the walls tremble as he calls out for her from his bedroom that was on the other side of the house. They often opened all the doors and windows to the home, allowing for the soft breeze to flow throughout their space. 
She groans, stopping her actions as the melody she was on the brink of figuring out leaves her entirely.
“ What, daddy?! ” She yells back, waiting for his reply which never comes. 
He does this all the time.
Cursing beneath her breath, Paloma stands from her comfortable spot, gently leaning her guitar against the wall then walking in to their country home.
She finds Romeo exiting his bedroom and walking towards her, bottle of his good scotch in hand with a relieved look on his face. “ Couldn’t find the goddamn liquor. Thought you had nabbed it from me. ” Pinches her nose as he walks by her, in which she scrunches her face at the action. Something he’s done since she was a little girl. It can be endearing most of the time but others; it was just annoying.
“ That’s the good stuff, daddy. I would never. ”  Follows behind him as they enter the kitchen, “ Man must’ve left quite an impression for ya to be bustin’ out the crown jewel. ” Watches as he begins to set out the dinnerware for tonight, and that’s when she realizes how late it has gotten.
Easy for Paloma to lose herself in her music. Has been able to since she was a child. Her mother had nursed the hobby the moment she saw how truly talented her daughter was. In return, Paloma became skilful in being able to play damn near any instrument put in front of her. And she could sing, too.
Beautifully.
“ Javier’s got a sharp mind that I can use ‘round here. Thinkin’ I can finally start makin’ some damn progress. That deserves a special drink, don’t ya think? Come help me set the table. ” She obliges, thinking her father’s words over.
The murders have been weighing heavily on his shoulders for a better part of a year now. All the time and effort he’s put in to make the puzzle pieces fit only to come up empty handed. Paloma doesn’t know the specifics of it, just what her father rants to her here and there. He doesn’t like to bring his work home.
Romeo has been away a lot since putting his entire focus on the case. Many nights spent at the office but he at least tries to share one meal with his daughter throughout the week. Paloma understands this, and like always she gives him his space and doesn’t complain about it. 
The only reason she’s stuck around Seminary for so long was for him. He wouldn’t know what to do without her.
“ Well I’m glad things are lookin’ up, finally. Can’t wait to meet this sharp thinkin’ Javier. ” They finish setting up and Paloma excuses herself to go get changed into something a little more dressy seeing as her father was looking more put together than usual.
He really must be trying to make an impression.
Her room is on the second floor, alongside her childhood playroom and the empty room that contained some miscellaneous items.
Like her mother’s things.
Paloma always has a habit of looking at the closed, white wooden door of the room every time she passes it. In a strange way, she feels like her mother is standing behind that door; just waiting for her to open it and greet her like her daughter wishes she could.
But she hardly ever does, the sorrow feeling in her chest too heavy for her to bear being in there for longer than a few minutes.
She passes it with a quick glance, now entering her bedroom and throwing open her closet doors. It’s a mess, like it usually is, but it’s an organized chaos that only Paloma Leighton could decipher. 
After eyeing her wardrobe, she decides on a cream toned, linen romper with shorts. It has a deep V cut in the front that tastefully exposed some of the tanned skin between her breasts. However, she puts on a matching lace bralette underneath to soften the risque of the outfit. Finishes her look with a pair of two tone, brown and cream colored kitten heels.
Her hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep. Long and thick, it falls almost to her waist and she does nothing but brush it out. Naturally falls the way she likes it. A beautifully sculpted cross necklace hangs from her neck; it was her mother’s and she’d given it to Paloma shortly before passing. She pairs it with some pearl earrings, a silver bangle on her left wrist. Paloma finishes getting ready by spritzing some of her perfume and applying lip gloss before sauntering down the steps.
She hears the soft sound of her father’s record playing some old school country tune, the song sounding throughout the home and she smiles gently.
What a beautiful night and it has only just started.
She crosses the threshold to exit the house to gather her things from earlier when she catches the headlights of a vehicle coming down the elongated driveway of the property.
That must be him.
“ Daddy, your friend’s here! ”
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Javier gets a chance to get to get acquainted with the town before his dinner with the sheriff. Wandering around the shops and establishments that littered the main street of Seminary, driving the backroads, up and down the highway a few times to get a feel for how he would approach his new job. 
The conclusion he’s come to is that the town, for the most part, is harmless. But he’s only been here one afternoon so what the hell does he know?
After his exploration, he finally made it to the place he would be calling home until further notice. A dingy yet quaint trailer home located just on the outskirts of town on about two acres of land. It had everything he needed, furnished neatly and stocked with all the cooking utensils he could ever need but ultimately never use. Javier found himself more comfortable after unpacking the very little things he’d brought along with him.
Maybe his father was right. Maybe he could finally slip into some normalcy.
But he’s only been here one afternoon so what the hell does he know?
After a stop at the local bakery, an ‘if you blink you’ll miss it’ type of establishment, and the purchase of some homemade banana pudding; the man is driving up a dirt path to Romeo’s home.
The sheriff lived on an impressive mount of land, his home looking like something plucked straight out of an old southern painting. A large, two story house with a wraparound porch. A typical white picket fence surrounds the immediate area. The landscaping is beautiful, it looked very well tended to and he can hear Chucho’s voice ringing in the back of his head.
“ Vez? Que te dije (see? what did I tell you)––– peaceful.” 
Cuts the engine of his Ford, checking his appearance in the rearview mirror before grabbing the tinfoil container from the passenger’s seat and getting out.
The first thing he sees as he approaches the front door are long, tan legs that lead up to some full and soft looking thighs that instantly have him licking his lips.
And who is this?
“ Good evening, ma’am. ” Deep voice cuts through the sound of the summer evening, his southern accent thick. The sounds of toads croaking in the distance and different insects chirping about set a pleasant ambiance for this southern night.
The woman stands alert at the sound of his voice and turns to face him, which causes Javi to damn near lose his breath at the sight of the beauty in front of him.
It was the same woman that Romeo had shown him earlier, except the picture didn’t do her natural beauty any justice. She’s got the most gorgeous features he’s ever seen on a woman, and he’s been around a lot of beautiful women. 
Pouty, pink lips that the gloss she’s wearing accentuates so well. Honey colored brown eyes that even from where he stands can see twinkle in curiosity beneath the soft, porch lights. Freckles sprinkle across her nose and the tops of her cheeks complimented by her natural blush. 
Damn.
“ You must be Javier. I’m Paloma, Romeo’s daughter. ” She smiles at him in which he can’t help but mirror as she sets down the guitar in her possession and he slowly walks up the porch steps
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Well, this certainly is a pleasant surprise. When Paloma’s father had told her about the new guy that was joining the department, she just pictured some run of the mill, old looking man. One that looked like every other one of his colleagues. 
She most definitely wasn’t expecting such a handsome man like the one that’s in front of her.
“ Paloma. ” The way her name falls off his lips with that Spanish accent he adds to it has her stomach erupting in butterflies.
She’s never heard anyone say her name like that.
“ Beautiful name. Very fitting. ” The flirtatious compliment is one she’s heard too many times to count, but hearing it come from him makes it feel like the sweetest thing she’s ever heard. Their close proximity has her catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with.. cigarettes?
Her thighs clench involuntarily.
Javier takes her hand in his as she extends it to greet him, instead of going in for a handshake, he delicately brings it up to his lips and places a soft kiss on the skin there. It has her tingling all over; electricity sprouting from the spot where the kiss was planted and coursing throughout her body. The brunette can’t help the way her blush deepens at the action, and she almost wants to slap herself for reacting so easily.
Dating wasn’t a priority in Paloma’s life. Any man worth having in this town was already taken and the rest were nothing but a waste of time. Just some fun for her to have, hooking up with a handful of them whenever her fingers couldn’t get the job done. 
It was rare when there was an eligible newcomer and even then she was too preoccupied with keeping the family home in shape and her music to even think about dating. Is aware of the way the gossips in town talk about her, disliking that she was a single and childless twenty-six year old woman.
She should be married by now. At her age I already had three kids.
It’s so sad, really.
I’ve heard she’s given it up to about half the boys in town.
They gasp and glance over at her over her shoulders. Paloma pretends she doesn’t see them do this.
Her real love, the only date she wishes to have is that of traveling. Wants nothing more than to leave Seminary all together and head west, see what the rest of the world has to offer. Take a chance on her music; make a name for herself.
 Unfortunately for her, she’s got some heavy family ties here in Texas (her father) and after the death of her mother–– she wouldn’t dare leave him. The guilt would eat her alive.
Was it fair for her to give up her aspirations just to keep one person happy? No… but things aren’t always fair and she has a decent life here in Seminary. Doesn’t have to worry about paying any bills or surviving on her own; though she knows she’s more than capable of doing so if she really had to. Only has that job down at the library to help pass the time whenever she’s not buried in a book or playing her day away on the piano. Any money she receives is stashed away in an old jewelry box in the back of her closet in case one day she finally decides to leave.
All that to say that romantically, men weren’t something she ever focused on. However, this man in particular, she could spare some of her attention to see if he was as good of a fuck as he appears to be. Something about his swagger was attractive. He shifts his weight onto one foot and pokes his hip out slightly; giving her a good view of his built figure.
“ Clever and charming. Guess daddy was right about you. ” Paloma cocks her head to the side slightly, taking in his appearance better now that he was closer and damn, was he sexy. The type of sexy that she knows will have the townsfolk talking. 
He’s clad in a long sleeve, forest colored shirt with a few buttons undone at the top; a gold chain teasing her against his brown skin. He’s rolled the sleeves up on the shirt up to his elbows and she notices how rugged he looks, veins on his forearms flexing ever so slightly. Tight cowboy jeans paired with some expensive looking brown leather boots and a nice belt buckle to tie it all in together.
Eyes travel up from his body to his countenance, noticing how truly handsome and mature he is. Like he’s experienced things she’d never come close to imagining. She wants to know it all. The full 70s looking pornstache above his lip somehow very appealing to Paloma, who’s ‘type’ up until this moment has been clean cut, military boys.
He was anything but clean cut, and she liked that. 
His lips full, nose very distinguished and… stable looking. A perfect place for her to perch herself on. Can practically feel it nudging against her clothed sex before he completely devoured her.
Lazy yet cocky lopsided smile tugs at his lips, as if he can see the filthy thoughts she’s currently fantasizing about in her head. “ Already talking me up, I see. ” he greets Romeo, whom Paloma hadn’t event realized had stepped outside since she was too preoccupied eye fucking the stranger in front of her. 
“ Didn’t tell her nothin’ that wasn’t true. What’s that you got there? ” Older man gestures to the container.
“ I could spot Betty’s homemade banana puddin’ with my eyes closed. ” Paloma speaks up, trying to recover from the slight embarrassment she feels for thinking so sinfully over a man much older than her. 
Javier’s onyx colored eyes meet hers again and she looks away almost bashfully, occupying herself by finally gathering her things.
“ I couldn’t show up empty handed. Ma woulda slapped me right upside the head. Where are your manners, niño (boy)? ” Does what she would assume is an impression of his mother and this gets a giggle out of Paloma.
She was more than interested in whatever this guy was offering.
“ On behalf of us, you can thank your mother for instilling manners into ya. Come on in, we cleaned for once. ” He jokes, ushering his company in and Paloma just rolls her eyes playfully at her father’s antics.
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The night turns out to be very enjoyable for Javi. He was in good company and the dinner provided, cooked by Paloma since she didn’t let her father take credit for any of it, definitely helped soothe over some of the sore spots left by Colombia. 
They laugh and swap stories, Javier shares some of his more lighthearted moments in the country down south while Paloma and Romeo try to out-embarrass each other with different family tales.
It helps to have some eye candy, though, as he finds it difficult to keep his eyes away from her longer than a few seconds. Even while the sheriff is in direct conversation with him, Javier can see her from his peripheral and how she also can’t seem to peel her gaze from him.
Murphy always gave him a ‘hard time’ about his affect on women and how Javier used it to his advantage. It’s the only way he got shit rollin’ down in Colombia. The only people that approached him willingly were the hookers that worked in the city.
And who was he to turn down a good, even great time?
Quickly enough, word has spread around amongst the girls and next thing he knew; he had a list of ‘informants’ so long that even he began to lose track.
It was simple, getting information from them then taking them back to his place… his car…or the bar restroom. Whatever was most convenient.
Most of the time they would come to him with bullshit leads just to see him again, and most of the time he would just give them what they wanted, which was just another blissful night with Agent Peña.
Something about Paloma, however, gives him the impression that he wouldn’t fuck her how he did those girls down south. Not unless she asked… begged him to, at least.
He’d make sure to kiss every inch of her golden skin, make her feel really good before burying himself deep inside her. What’d he do to see those pretty lips parted with his name falling from them like a prayer.
“ You should sing him somethin’. ”
Romeo’s suggestion has Javier raising his brows and snapping out of his thoughts.
They’ve moved out onto the porch, taking in the peacefulness of the night and the clear view of all stars the littered the unobscured sky. The banana pudding long gone.
“ I am not some show pony you can just make do tricks whenever you like, old man. ” Paloma retorts playfully from her spot on the top of the porch steps, meddling with the rings on her fingers.
From this angle, Javier is able to get a better look at those thighs he’s been fantasizing all night. Was it a terrible move to go after your quote un quote ‘bosses’ daughter after just meeting her? Probably, but Javi’s done worse and he’s picked up that she seems to be very keen to his subtle advances. Or not subtle, depending on how well he was able to hide any type of direct flirtation with his natural charisma.
“ You shy to? ” Asks her, lighting the cigarette that rests between his lips. Javier was a pro at chain smoking, this making it the fourth one he’s smoked in the last hour that they’ve been out here. 
She snorts, shaking her head and looking over at him. When their gazes meet, he can’t help the shadow of a smirk hover his lips and she slightly narrows her eyes.
“ That one? Shy? The last damn word I’d use to describe her. ” Romeo takes a swig from the scotch he’s poured, pointing at his daughter.  “ Sometimes I can’t get her to shut up. ”
“ Wow, and father of the year goes to… ” Paloma says sarcastically, standing which allows Javier to let his eyes linger over her body, taking a long drag from the cigarette to keep his perverted thoughts at bay.
Like how he wanted to feel her thighs wrapped around his waist. Or better, his head.
“ I’m just teasin’. She’s got such an angelic voice, I never get tired of hearin’ her sing. ” The earnesty in Romeo’s tone pulls Javier out of his thoughts, attention now over to the older man. 
“ You should come see her at The Whiskey Fox weekend nights. Puts on one hell of a show. ” Paloma leans back against the railing, crossing one foot over the other. This causes the shorts of her romper to rise up slightly, exposing more of her skin.
Like a moth to a flame, he’s eyeing her once more but doesn’t make it as obvious. Wouldn’t want to be chased out of here by a shotgun wielding, overprotective father.
“ Is The Whiskey Fox the spot to go to in town? ” Javier asks to no one in particular, ashing his cigarette on the small plate that sat atop the small table between him and Romeo.
“ More like the only spot in town. It’s a bar with a stage, n’they have the best loaded fries. Swear. ” The woman informs him, once again capturing his full attention.
No matter how many times he looks at her, he’s still taken aback by how beautiful she is.
“ Well if you swear then I guess I’ll have to stop by some time. ” Nods his head towards her and she smiles softly, pushing herself off the railing.
“ Just give me a heads up when you decide to make your first appearance. ” He hears a hint of flirtatiousness in her statement, as if she’s rolling the ball in his court to make the first move. 
As badly as he wants to take her up on that, thinking on a whim like he always has; Javier stops from doing so. This was a chance for him to start anew, amend for all the mistakes he made in Colombia.
But she’s making it very difficult for him to.
Had he really had any intention in changing at all if all it takes to throw caution in the wind is one pretty girl?
“ As much as I’d love to stay in the pleasure of y’alls company…. ” runs her hands down the front of her outfit and begins to head inside, “ I have to be up early to open the library. You still takin’ me, daddy? ” Asks him, stopping by the front door and Javier looks away, instead looking out into the distance. He feels like he’s intruding on their family business.  
The older man grumbles out, “ Yeah. We gotta get that car of yours up and runnin’ though. Don’t know how many free rides I got left in me. ” The statement piques Javier’s interest and he can’t help but to rejoin the conversation.
“ Got car problems? ” Looks between them two, gaze lingering over her as she speaks up. 
“ Yeah, my Darla quit on me ‘bout a month ago. Mechanic in town can’t seem to fix the problem. ” Paloma seems annoyed by that fact and that has him offering to help before his own brain can stop him from doing so.
“ I restored my truck. Had some help from my pops but I pretty much got her up and runnin’ all by myself. ” Javier takes another puff of his cigarette, keeping a small smirk at bay as he catches Paloma’s attention drift over to his vehicle in interest. “ I wouldn’t mind takin’ a look at yours. If that’s okay. ”
Her father also lets out a sign of content, “ That’d be fuckin’ great, Javi. Godsend this guy, poppin’ into town and helpin’ me solve all my goddamn problems. What’s it been–– not even a day? Shiiit. ” Romeo lets out a laugh, finishing off the contents in his short glass.
Javier would usually find this amount of praise annoying–– ass kissing to keep him content in the shitty position he’s been put it in. However, in this instance, he doesn’t really mind it. It would also give him an opportunity to get to know Paloma better without it crossing over into more nefarious territory.
“ Yeah, very sweet of you. I’d really appreciate that. ” Another flash of that beautiful smile, he’s already dreading her departure. She bends down to place a kiss on her father’s cheek and then waves at him. “ Good night y’all. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Peña. ” Even though Javi had already told her to call him by his first name earlier, he can’t help but enjoy the way his surname pushes past her lips. That sweet voice of hers sounding like pure honey.
“ Pleasure’s all mine, Miss Leighton. ” 
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heartkyeom · 2 years
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sub wen junhui x dom fem!reader
word count: 2.7k
warnings: face fucking, sub jun, dom reader, slight angst, fluff, descriptions of female anatomy, reader is female
notes: this is for @sapphichui. that’s it lol kidding but hey it’s my first piece for jun! everyone cheered. wanted it to be worth the wait so lots of ideas were scrapped and now you have this! pls enjoy 💘
tag list: @sapphichui @bfwonu @soffrine @thetigeragenda @husbandhoshi @dokyeomblr @mangogyu
Most nights, you didn’t mind whenever Jun called you over for a quickie. You were typically bored enough that it would spice up your night, but tonight you were hoping you didn’t get the call so that you had some time to yourself.
Your legs were tucked underneath your comforter, two of your fingers were nestled deep inside your walls. You’ve definitely lost count of how many times you’ve clenched around your fingers, the snug grip seems to have a complete hold on you.
Each time you curl your fingers inward, you feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer. You know your body so well that it’s almost devastating to hear your phone vibrate when you’re so close to cumming.
You use your free hand to flip your phone over. You realize it’s him and accept his call without thinking.
“Hello?”
“Come over, I need to feel you,” His voice sounds desperate, but you’re not exactly in the mood for any of his antics.
“I'm kinda busy right now,” You reply with a slightly pained tone. Your fingers are unmoving, but you slowly start to work back toward the speed you were at before he called.
“What are you doing that you can’t come over?” The question is fairly innocent, but you’re starting to get irritated.
“I’m touching myself,” You sigh loudly, “plus you’ve had sex with me the past 3 days. You’re getting selfish.”
“Maybe I am selfish, maybe I don’t want you getting off without me,” he replies. You’re actually mad now, especially since you two were just friends. Being in a friends with benefits arrangement with Jun was actually somewhat helpful in containing your feelings for him, especially when he got weirdly jealous over you.
“If you want me so badly, come over and do something about it. Come over before I cum, I’m tired of always going to you. You’re taking advantage of it now,” You slow your fingers to pace yourself.
“You’re serious?” He sounds halfway convinced already, but you’re not just teasing him, it was annoying that he barely came over to your place.
You always had to run five blocks to his apartment, slightly sweaty when you arrived at his door. He never minded though, he just thought it made you even more attractive when you started kissing.
“Dead serious. I already stretched myself out too, so hurry up,” You hang up without letting him reply.
You were hoping he didn’t take it personally and let you boss him around. He was a fairly obedient sub when he wanted to be.
Those five blocks didn’t take nearly as long as you expected because he’s knocking on your door ten minutes later. The knocking ceases when he remembers the spare key hidden under your welcome mat.
Your bedroom door opens a few moments later and he smirks the moment he sees you.
You slip your fingers out the moment you see him, sitting up quickly.
“Come here,” You use your soaked fingers to beckon him closer to the bed. He rushes over to your side, kneeling before you even ask him to. You slip your fingers into his mouth and he sucks accordingly.
“Good boy,” you coo and retreat your hand from his mouth. You know that phrase is his kryptonite, and it doesn’t seem to get any easier for him when you stroke his cheek gently.
He already looks eager, too eager in your opinion.
“You’re not gonna cum tonight, you’re not patient enough. You’re gonna give me that orgasm you interrupted,” You lecture him.
“What do you want from me, love?” His eyes are silently pleading that you’ll ease up on him, but it’s too fun to watch him lose his composure over you.
“I’m gonna ride your face, and I don’t want to hear you talk unless spoken to. Do you understand?”
He nods silently, anticipating your next direction with a subtle reaction. It always starts like this, with him thinking he can remain neutral for the night until you’ve left his thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“Strip for me,” You look halfway uninterested as he moves to undress himself. His signature gray sweatpants and matching hoodie are soon strewn across the floor.
He wasn’t wearing any boxers which made him look even more desperate, but you can’t really complain when he looks that good.
It’s hard not to admire his stomach, arms, and especially his cock, but the ache in the pit of your stomach has yet to subside.
“Get on the bed,” You get up and point to the spot where you just sat. He quickly makes himself comfortable, his legs spread out slightly to accommodate you. He looks at you with so much lust that it drives you slightly insane.
You straddle him easily, grinding your hips down slightly on his cock to feel his reaction. He lets out a soft moan, you know he’s containing himself for you by how quiet he’s trying to be.
You don’t give him a warning before you lower yourself down onto his face and the satisfaction seems to hit him immediately. He starts licking you at a vicious pace, it makes you hiss through your teeth as you let your head loll back.
The pressure from his mouth already has you barreling toward an orgasm, but you try to regain the slim amount of control you have in the situation.
You don’t stop yourself from rocking your hips against him, you can feel his moans vibrate from underneath you.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” You find his hands and place them on your chest. He picks up the cue and squeezes your breasts harshly, forcing a small gasp out of you.
“You can’t have me all the time, Junnie,” You breathe out, gasping once again as he pinches your nipples. He was always a good multitasker.
The pinch forced a small whine from your throat and you felt his laughter from beneath you. He was having way too much fun with the punishment, but you weren’t about to sacrifice your orgasm to call out his teasing.
“Shit, shit, shit,” That last curse melts into a loud moan as you feel him suck your clit with no remorse.
That felt like a “yes, I can have you all the time” in response to your statement. Unfortunately, he was the only one that could blow your back out correctly every single time. The action made your vision go out for a second, but you regained your focus soon enough.
As much as he was a good sub, he was just as much a shithead when he didn’t have control. This meant while he was taking his punishment, he’d try to rile you up even more if he had access to his hands. You’re now regretting not restraining them as he claws his nails down your back.
He’s still eating you out as if he’s never gonna see you again, and the sensations were almost enough to drive you over the edge. You can hear him sucking your clit with such force that you’re sure that your orgasm will hit you full throttle.
Meanwhile, the intensity of it all is starting to wear you out as you grip your arms onto the bed frame. Exhaustion is on the horizon, but you don’t want to give up the orgasm you’ve wanted for a little while now. He's still going just as hard, and you’re nearly ready to explode.
Your hips are so tired, but they keep up with Jun's relentless pace on your core.
“Fuck, baby, please I’m so close,” you whispered. The pet name only slips out when you’re about to cum hard and this time is no exception. It’s only another second or two before your orgasm hits and your body collapses forward onto the bed frame.
“Keep going,” you moan softly. He starts again and you can’t bear to move your upper half, but your hips bounce to help him regain momentum. You figure that you deserve to be overstimulated tonight, especially by a guy who doesn’t shut the fuck up for his own good sometimes.
You whimper even louder than before as your second orgasm washes over you, and your hips slow until you’re finally still.
You know your legs are shaking, but you don’t realize how badly until you try to crawl off his face.
“Fuck,” You whisper, slowly pushing yourself down his body until you can lay flat on your back toward the end of the bed. You take a second to breathe before sitting up to look at him. Surprisingly, he’s being good and staying quiet, catching his breath and willing himself to relax despite his very obvious erection.
You crawl back up to straddle him again. “Should I let you kiss me? Hmm?” You whisper in his ear, leaving a few kisses on his jaw. He's closed his eyes, but you’re not having it at all.
“You haven’t fought back yet, you’re doing so good for me,” You move up to his forehead, pressing your lips there for a few moments before moving away.
“You’re gonna cum if you see me, aren’t you?” He still doesn’t say a word, but you’re actually curious to hear his response. You’ve only seen him cum untouched a handful of times, so seeing it again would truly be a treat.
“Answer me,” Your tone is still soft, but firm enough to scare him into submission even further.
“Yes, I would,” His eyebrows are knitted together and his breaths start to get more shallow. You peek down at his cock again and it’s clear that he’s not lying, any false move would send him and the very irritated bright red tip of his dick right over the edge.
You take a moment to crawl off of him again and settle at the end of the bed. As much fun as it would be to send him home to cum in his pants, you decide otherwise.
“Do you agree to not hook up for the rest of the week?”
“Yes,” He breathed out, hands splayed out beside him.
“Do you know I can touch myself as much as I want without you around?”
“Yes,” You can clearly see that his resolve is crumbling just by listening to you.
“Do you realize how much of a massive slut you are, leaking on my sheets like you’ve never been touched before?” You couldn’t possibly ignore his precum wetting your sheets, the sight of it was almost too satisfying.
“God, yes baby, please let me cum. I won’t ask for anything else, please,” He whines sweetly, he’s so antsy now that you’re tired of watching him struggle.
“Okay,” you agree with a nod, “you can look at me, babe.” You decide to massage your nipples, letting out quiet yet obscene moans. You know your face looks porn star-esque as you stare at him, which makes his reaction absolute perfection.
He opens his eyes and it only takes a few seconds for him to cum, your face falls into a smile and his orgasm is so intriguing to watch.
His mouth opens and his eyes roll to the back of his head immediately. Thick white ropes of his cum paint his stomach and the relief on his face is palpable.
You give him a second to regain his composure as you grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He's still panting by the time you come back and it makes you giggle.
“You are really something, you know that?” You toss the cloth into his hands and he gives you a sheepish smile.
“I didn’t mean to get so possessive, I just like seeing you,” He doesn’t look you in the eye as he cleans himself up and it stirs something in you. You don’t want to have this conversation with him tonight.
“I like seeing you too when you’re not blowing up my phone all the time about fucking me,” You hit his shoulder lightly. He sighs to himself and gets off the bed to retrieve his clothes off the floor.
“Plus, when do you ever just want to see me anyways?” You mutter.
“We hang out,” His voice is slightly raised which tells you he’s not too sure about that.
“Not really, not in a while. You just ghost me if I want to make plans with you,” You rummage through your dresser for some pajamas with your back turned to him.
It's not that he would make a terrible boyfriend, he honestly would be a far better partner compared to the guys you’ve dated in the past. He's shown you how much he cares about you in the past few years before your arrangement started.
Yet, there’s something missing.
“I know I haven’t been a good friend lately and you don’t deserve that,” He shakes his head with a hint of disappointment.
“I just miss being your friend before all this,” Your reply comes out more as a whisper and you still can’t turn around to face him. As if on cue, he touches your shoulder.
He spins you around gently, now fully clothed, so his hands are now resting on both your shoulders.
“I miss it too. I think you’d be mad if I told you why I’ve been distant,” His eyes hit the floor, you’re not sure why he’s being so shy considering you know all his secrets, nothing could make things difficult, right?
“If you like me, that’s not really news,” You tilt your head slightly, expression unreadable.
“Oh, I mean that’s kind of-” He takes his hands off your shoulder, suddenly flustered. You think he probably didn’t expect you to figure him out that easily.
“So you do like me?” You smile at him and he returns it, nodding without any hesitation.
“Yeah, a lot. How did you know?”
“I was just guessing,” You gave him a pointed look and a faint blush started to spread across his cheeks. “We’ve never had this much sex before, I figured things weren’t normal but I didn’t want to push you to talk about it.”
“No, I should've said something instead of just ignoring that feeling. It’s not your fault, I promise. I’m sorry,” He seems earnest with his reply and it warms your heart. He grabs your hand and you feel like it’s not a fake gesture, but a silent truce.
You don’t even remember the last time you held his hands, not even during sex. It feels like you’re breaking new ground in a stupid middle school crush kind of way.
It doesn't make up for everything, but it is a start.
“So I assume we’re not just friends anymore?” You ask, still very much naked in front of him.
“No, not at all. You didn’t even tell me if you like me,” He lets out a small giggle. His observance makes you roll your eyes.
“I like you. But we’re still not having sex again this week,” You warn him. He bursts into laughter and nods with a smug look on his face.
“Absolutely. No sex at all.”
You don’t want to let him out of the metaphorical dog house yet, it’s too fun to tease him for being too horny for his own good.
“You could even ask me on a date,” You gasp, sarcasm clearly evident in your voice. He matches your energy and grabs a shirt from your drawer to throw at you.
“You haven’t even given me time to think about it!”
“Figure it out, baby,” You force the shirt over your head, soon looking at him again with a mischievous glint in your eye.
“Thought that’s only for when you’re cumming,” He tilts his head with a genuinely curious expression.
“I’m trying something different,” You shrug your shoulders before continuing, “Now go home so I can actually miss you.”
“Fine, see you soon then,” He pulls you into a short hug without asking, but you don’t necessarily mind. You figure he’s got some affection to catch up on anyways. His hugs are still so sweet, so calming after years of friendship. It melts your cold dead heart to feel it in a different context.
He’s out the bedroom door, eventually your front door and you’re left stunned. You’re shocked that you actually got him to open up, much less get past the friend zone.
Yet, miracles happen every day.
There’s nothing you can do to fight the feelings in your chest, not after tonight.
You’ll give him a hard time, just for a little bit longer. You decide that he has to earn your heart instead of you giving it away so freely.
That will make the descent into falling in love with him somewhat easier for you to swallow.
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denieatsart · 9 months
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《 Masterpost 》
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[ Commissions : Open ! ( Writing and Art ) , 5/5 slots free ]
Hi , welcome to my blog :D
I'm Deni ! My pronouns are any except she/her ! I'm a genderfaun omniromantic :3 .
[ Pronouns Page ]
Also , I'm a minor . So no NSFW pls -
I'm also known as Kyle , Pax , Fresh , or Corey / Coriander !
I rp a lot , feel free to dm me at any time :D
+ Art , writing , interactions with people , music , Undertale , PERCUSSION STUFFFFF , genloss , other miscellaneous things
× Arguments / confrontations , loud stuff ( usually )
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DNI : Terfs , racists , homophobes , transphobes , bullies in general , etc.
SHIPS CLARIFICATION :
I do not like all ships , but that does not mean I will hate on someone for a ship they like . Who cares if it's something distasteful to me , I block the tag or the person and move on , let them enjoy their stuff .
I will not allow any bullying or general rudeness to others on my blog for ANYTHING like that because it is pointless and annoying . ♡♡
[ Note that my blog IS very ship-and-oc-centric a lot of times ! I frequently post about my favorite miscellaneous ships and my silly little guys and also i tend to dump bunches of info about them ]
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#deni talks - My random posts . Almost all of my posts have this
#deni reblogs - My reblogs , which are usually on my reblog thing ( deni-reblogs ) ( both the tag and the blog are no longer used since this basically survives off of reblogs by now )
#deni draws - My art ! It changes a lot because I'm still trying to figure out my style ( i keep forgetting to post my art here wtf )
#deni is beinf an idiot - My random stupid stuff . It was a typo and I kept it lmao
#deni writes - My writing ! I also post my writing on my Ao3 ( DeniPercieves )
Generally any of my aus i post about will be tagged with their names but undercore is mentioned here since the warning is semi needed . #toxinverse also has very bright colors so please be careful !
#UnderCore - a dumspter fire of an au , a mashup of Wierdcore , glitchcore , dreamcore and a whole bunch of other stuff . TW FOR THIS TAG : A lot of the Night designs and even some Day ones will be unsettling . Will have tws but just in case :)
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@Ask-toxinverse - My askblog for my sillies !
@ink-au-askblog - A collab blog to ask all of our ink aus ( i am on haitus BUT Onion is still there and please go check it out :33 )
@deni-reblogs - Like I said , what I reblog stuff to , usually bc i really like it and wanna look at it later
Denipercieves - My Ao3 , where I post the little things I write
@fever-dreamtale - blog where I post stuff / answer asks about fever!dreamtale
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I have anxiety so I am a bit nervous about commenting or sending in asks , so sorry if they sound a bit weird ! I sometimes have trouble wording things and end up rewording it a lot which makes it sound odd .
I also tend to be scared of starting conversations but feel free to send in asks / dm me i don't mind , i love people !! I'm just bad at starting convos lol
♡♡♡ Hope you have a good day ! ♡♡♡
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hey! today’s my birthday and I wanted to have an early gift hehe, can I request for a y/n!actress x timothée au 💌🕯 no pressure, take your time <33 thank u!
A/N: HI OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABEEEEE AWWW I HOPE YOURE HAVING A BLESSED ONE!! TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST I’ve been manifesting for someone to give me a request and here you are!!!! so in love w ur request & i hope u like ur gift 💝
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bridgertonnetflix it would appear viscountess y/c/n looks absolutely ravishing in a rather modern jacket🥰
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fanpage29 MY QUEEN
fanpage10 i watch bridgerton only cus of her
fanpage40 i would like to give you my hand in marriage @y/i/n
↪️ tchalamet respectfully declined
↪️ tomholland2013 @fanpage40 unaccepted
↪️ jbayleaf @fanpage40 you have to get through me first
↪️ fanpage40 @tchalamet @tomholland2013 @jbayleaf OKAY SORRY GOSH 😭😭😭😭
↪️ y/i/n @tomholland tf you doing here??? 🤨🤨
simoneasshley gee seems like y/n is protected in the movie AND in real life 🤣
↪️ y/i/n youre the one to say🙄🙄🙄
fanpage67 SHES SO CHAOTIC😭😭😭
fanpage55 what should i do to have a friend group like hers
fanpage43 hand in marriage now then @tchalamet
↪️ y/i/n keep dreaming love ❤️
↪️ jbayleaf @y/i/n NOO HAHAHA
↪️ tomholland2013 @fanpage43 unaccepted
↪️ y/i/n @tomholland2013 gtfo man @zendaya make him behave
↪️ tomholland2013 @y/i/n going
fanpage66 THIS COMMENT SECTION IS PURE COMEDY
fanpage92 cant wait to see timothee in s3 <333
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y/i/n we wear af1 and boots in bridgerton now 😎
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netflixuk i want to be a rule so y/n can break me
↪️ fanpage89 NETFLIX😭😭😭
fanpage82 my fav actress so bad
charli_xcx i dont wanna go to school i just wanna break the rules ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
↪️ y/i/n thats the vibe!!!!
fanpage78 pls give us a peek on timothee in his dress shirt
fanpage88 WE’RE GONNA GET LITTLE WOMEN TIMMY AGAIN
fanpage19 you are so beautiful mamas
sydney_sweeney when can i come to set☹️
↪️ y/i/n i thought you’re still in capri???
↪️ sydney_sweeney i am lol gonna be back for ur birthday tho
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fanpage72 they better be kissing and rocking in the next season
*Liked by @tchalamet
fanpage72 TIMMY LIKED MY COMMENT OHMYGOD
fanpage67 DOES THAT MEAN👀👀👀👀
fanpage39 YEAH BABY LETS GO
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bridgertonnetflix the prince and his lover 💐❤️
y/i/n hehehehe🤭
*Liked by @tchalamet
↪️ jbayleaf now whats going on?
↪️ regejean @jbayleaf oh cmon jonathan weren’t you there last night?
↪️ jbayleaf @regejean no i wasn’t what happened?
↪️ phoebedynevor @regejean @jbayleaf stop you two tim and y/n wouldn’t like talking about it in public
↪️ tchalamet @phoebedynevor thank you for being the voice of reason
↪️ y/i/n @jbayleaf @regejean im blocking you two
fanpage20 i read smth on deuxmoi about this!!
fanpage29 invite me to one of these parties please 😭😭😭😭
fanpage55 imagine dancing with drunk timmy >>>>>
netflixuk iykyk😏
fanpage39 what is TRULY going ON????
fanpage88 is this abt a certain episode in season 3???
fanpage78 now you got us all wondering @tchalamet
fanpage11 come home the kids miss you
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y/i/n good morning
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fanpage78 why hbomax liked this post
fanpage18 if i were hbomax i’d like this post
pauline_chalamet tell me this is from a scene
↪️ y/i/n 😶😶
↪️ pauline_chalamet unbelievable wait until mom sees this @tchalamet
↪️ tchalamet @pauline_chalamet at least i look hot
↪️ y/i/n @tchalamet LOLLL good one babe
fanpage66 TIMOTHEE HAL CHALAMET YOU WILL ALWAYS BE HOT
fanpage88 im watching dune as im writing this
fanpage51 oh to be y/n
fanpage29 share him with us and you can end worlds hunger @y/i/n
emilia_clarke good morning
↪️ y/i/n UH GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO QUEEN MOM whats going on??
↪️ emilia_clarke @y/i/n best to check your email darling 🥰
fanpage20 WHAT THE FUCK IS EMILIA DOING HERE
fanpage44 WHATS IN UR EMAIL Y/N
fanpage87 i bet its an offer to star in the house of dragon!
↪️ deuxmoi you guessed right! check our page to see what’s happening
fanpage27 y/n youre KILLING ME 😭😭😭😭
fanpage39 🐉🐉🐉🔥🔥🔥
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kodared · 1 year
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Meet the Writer! ✨
Request rules / MASTERLIST /
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☆MasterList!
Welcome Home Neighbour can be found by the tag #welcome home neighbor! on my profile <3
☆ My Request and Oneshot Rules!
Hi, im Koda [All Pronouns]! I run this Tumblr to fulfill your Requests in between my Ao3 Updates! - I guess now is as good of a time as any to post my Rules and general Guidelines with these! ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง
What i am NOT comfortable with! ʕ; •`ᴥ•´ʔ
✦ Self Harm OR Deep descriptions of Eating Disorders
‒ For the same reasons as stated before i am just uncomfortable with these two things!
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What i AM Comfortable with! ᕦʕ •ᴥ•ʔᕤ
✧ Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Etc.
‒ I really enjoy writing Hurt/Comfort or Angst! It's one of the things that hooked me into writing, so I'm good with these!
✧ Are you writing for "__"?
‒ If it is on my Ao3 Definitely Yes!!! As of now, I am writing for,
Stanley Parable, Welcome Home, One Punch, Security Breach, COD, Baldurs gate 3!
This list may change as new hyper fixations come up, if your curious be sure to check my Bio for updates!
✧SOME NSFW Oneshots.
- I will very rarely write these, so please don’t send a whole bunch of asks for them! I enjoy writing NSFW when it’s what i want to write, i’m not super taking requests for this at the moment. But i am comfortable writing it!
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Don't be afraid to comment on my posts either! I LOVEE Interaction! And i will gladly talk to you about anything, thank you for reading and i hope to write for you soon!!
✩Koda Out! ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง
P.S! I write at my own pace! Sometimes i take longer to push out a update, dont be alarmed! I prioritize my own personal life over writing :]
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mazeinthemoon · 7 months
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soz babes really i wasn’t trying to be rude but i guess it came out like that. of course there’s probably people who like your random thoughts and that’s fine but as a follower who actually came for JUST your writing the daily posting about other things isn’t my thing but yea i could have said it nicer
also to your commenters who wanted to fight me touch some grass pls
i rewrote this many times lol
1. pls dont call me babes, i dont feel comfortable with pet names and as someone who is only here for writing, i dont blame you for not knowing so its definitely fine !! just for next time
2. i appreciate you letting me know my personal posts are a bit much. i dont have many places to rant and stuff and i honestly shouldve been more considerate of others when posting on here. i have a tag now #mitm: talks feel free to block it if you want for when (if) i talk personally on here
3. re: your last sentence. i really dont condone fighting on my blog. i apologize for anyones words that mightve hurt you but please dont come after my friends who were only looking out for me <3
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dr3dwlf · 7 months
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— All About Marsh ៹!! ⸗  🪽
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🫐 Basic Info
Age : 18
Pronouns : he/him
Active as of : September 2023
Other : ED + semi NSFW blog
— 🕯️☕️🧺🫐🪽 —
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📄 Blog Overview
This is an ED blog, I will be posting / reblogging things that could be triggering to some. This includes bcs, spos, diets, restriction meals, restriction motivation, and more.
I added NSFW to the description as more of a safety net or disclaimer. I highly doubt I’ll be rbing corn or anything highly graphic. Most NSFW posts will either be horny text posts or my own horny thoughts, which I will tag accordingly!
Aside from ED / NSFW related stuff, I’ll also use this blog to like fanart, poetry, fics, moodboards, and memes. If I reblog anything unrelated to EDs I’ll tag it accordingly.
My tagging system:
#my posts ‹3 — Any original posts I make.
#daily log 🫐 — A daily log of my weight, steps, intake, etc. Hopefully I actually stick to posting everyday lol.
#ed moodboard ✦ — Moodboards that depict underweight bodies and/or restrictive imagery.
#ed collage ☆ — Collages that depict underweight bodies and/or restrictive imagery.
#not ed related •﹏• — Pretty self explanatory! I’ll probably use this for fandom related posts/rbs. (Keep scrolling for fandom info/ non ED stuff)
#18+ ✞ — Anything NSFW related, feel free to blog this tag if needed! :)
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🦴 Stats
Sw : 128lbs / 58kgs (BMI 22)
Cw : 108lbs / 48.9kgs (BMI 18.5)
Gws :
125lbs / 56.7kgs (BMI 21.5)
120lbs / 54.4kgs (BMI 20.6)
115lbs / 52kgs (BMI 19.7)
112lbs / 50.8kgs (BMI 19.2)
110lbs / 49.9kgs (BMI 18.9)
107Ibs / 48.5kgs (BMI 18.4)
104Ibs / 47kgs (BMI 17.8)
100lbs / 45.3kgs (BMI 17.2)
97lbs / 44kgs (BMI 16.6)
95lbs / 43kgs (BMI 16.3)
93lbs / 42kgs (BMI 16)
★ 90lbs / 40.8kgs (BMI 15.4) ★
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🧺 DNI / BYF
DNI
Uncomfortable with rare NSFW
Basic DNI (racist, -phobic, etc.)
Not ED or NSFW related
Proship, CNC / rape, shota / loli
Those true crime fans
Can’t think of anything else off the top of my head, if I don’t like you I’ll just block lol
BYF
I’m autistic, please be patient and tolerate my occasional “guys look at this thing I like”.
I have binge urges and often get stuck in binge / restrict cycles, don’t expect me to be the perfect ana.
I’m proana, meaning I support open conversation about EDs within ED spaces such as edblr, edtwt, and other forums.
I’m pro recovery for everyone except myself LOL
Idk how active I’ll be on here. I mainly use edtwt atm, but we’ll see how edblr works for me!
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🖤 Interests
(Spinterest , Hyperfix)
TV
TLOU HBO
The Sandman
Hannibal BBC
Breaking Bad / BCS
Shameless
Archive 81
Drag Race
Adventure Time
ATLA / TLOK
Gravity Falls
Gotham
Movies
Howl’s Moving Castle
Spiderverse
HTTYD
Now You See Me
Anime (📓 = Manga also)
JJK 📓
The Promised Neverland 📓
Mononoke
AOT
One Piece
Soul Eater
Death Note
OHSHC
Tokyo Revengers 📓
TBHK
Free!
Given
Blue Lock
Podcasts
TMA
Red Valley
Malevolent
Archive 81
Games
Portal
FNAF
Pokemon
UT / DR
Tower of Fantasy
Roblox (play with me pls)
Enstars
Sky: COTL
Splat2n
Other
True crime
My OCs
Writing
Baking
Homestuck
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asterial-wishes · 9 days
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Hello and welcome to Asterial!
My name is Elysia (she/her), and I’m going to be your guide through the wonderful world of Asterial.
Let’s get you started with some of the basics!
What is Asterial?
Asterial is a side realm connected to the human realm, where all magical beings reside.
Your history textbooks won’t tell you this, but we used to share a realm! We split off from you humans after The Great War… now the barrier is blocked off via magic, so the average human can’t even see the entrances hiding around the world.
Asterial is actually a rather new development, only being about a hundred years old, so don’t worry, there’s not a lot of major history to catch you up on!
Who am I?
You know my name, but let me tell you a little more about me!
Once again, my name is Elysia, I go by she/her pronouns. I’m a nature fairy (not a fae, that is a different species entirely!). I have two familiars, both being cats—Jazzmin (who is a brown and white main coon) and Gizmo (I have no idea what she is other than grey).
I live in the outskirts of the Celestial Pine forest, near one of the major Asterial cities. I’m not all that social, but I do occasionally visit the city for shopping purposes… I suppose.
I’m actually a deity’s aid, too! I work for Time Itself. My job is to share the unspoken truths. Believe me, you’ll never see me lie! I physically can’t. At least, not well…
Blog Rules
So with those introductions out of the way, allow me to set some ground rules for any wanderers who pass through here. I’ll keep it simple!
Show kindness! We all exist in this world together, divided by a barrier or not. I’m a person, you’re a person… be nice to each other!
No discrimination. Going off the above rule, I don’t wanna see any homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, nothing of the sort.
Keep NSFW on the low. I just don’t generally like talking about it, but I’m not gonna smite you or anything lol
That’s it! Literally pls just be nice
Asks are totally welcomed! Ask questions, talk to me about whatever… that’s what I’m here for!
Important Links and Tags
I promise all of these links are safe! They all go to other Tumblr posts.
People of Note (Masterlist) (WIP)
History Lessons (Masterlist) (WIP)
More to come! New blog and all.
Now for tags!
#Elysia’s Asterial — General tag!
#Elysia speaks — Textposts, for when I answer questions, whatever else.
#Ask Elysia — Specifically for any asks you all send me!
#reblog time — For reblogs <3
#Asterial History — Mwahahaha you can’t escape history class /j
#Asterial Art — I do a lot of drawings to convey thoughts, you’ll find those here!
#Asterial Biology — For when I talk about specific species!
#Charles Duras — This guy runs Perzion City. Believe me, there’s A LOT to talk about with him.
Phew! I think that’s everything? Thanks for joining me!
You can also find me on @elysia-nsimp!
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islandofsages · 2 years
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Hi! Could I request Albedo (or anyone else if you prefer) x artist male reader.
The scenario being someone came into their studio before hours and painted over some previous sculptures the reader did or the stranger messed with an incomplete sculpture. The reader sees what's happened and rants to Albedo and seeks comfort from him.
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summary: in which empathy holds you close.
characters: albedo x artist male reader
tags: relationship not specified, canon compliant, hurt/comfort, fic format
warnings: embracing, reader is sad
author's notes: damn 🦇 anon your timing is impeccable i was literally writing an albedo comfort fic wtf are you spying on me?? jokes aside that's why i was quick to finish this aside from wanting a request for so long LMAO anyways i hope you like this <3
edit: i forgot to mention that i gained some inspiration from vandalize by one ok rock LOL ive been dabbling in so much sonic content lately pls
word count: 1.0k
FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.
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You can feel the weight of the world resting on the top of your shoulders, and yet you muster up the strength to make your way to Dragonspine - with your usual posture too, instead of a more slouched-up one although all you want to do is lie down. Even now, you have no idea what you’re not curled up in a blanket and sobbing silently into your sheets. Perhaps you just need a shoulder instead of a blanket.
You don’t know who did it - it didn’t seem to matter at the time anyway - but the damage has been done and your head is in ruins; just like how your work in progress was ruined by some unknown harlot. You know not whether the perpetrator truly intended to vandalize your heart by leaving such a mark or if they were forced to - but, again, it matters not. Your heart is in pieces and here you are, seeking the doctor who could hopefully aid you in piecing them back together.
When you finally reach his little lab, a surprising sight greets you; the chief alchemist is currently pondering something, his right hand cupping his chin and his eyes shut tight. That itself is not surprising but rather, it is the absence of the Spark Knight. You see this as a sign and make your way deeper with a relieved sigh. With all your leftover strength, you walk over to where he is standing.
“Hey, Albedo,” you greet him. At first, he doesn’t notice you and barely hears your greeting, though you don’t blame him - you’re barely making the effort to really assert your presence. At that point, you are an eidolon, transparent and lacking. Plus, he seems to be very immersed in whatever he’s thinking of or imagining. You can’t help but wish that you are in his thoughts. Finally, after a few moments, he opens his eyes and his arm casually falls to his side when he sees you.
“Oh, (Y/N). What brings you here?” Even hearing him say your name slightly melted away your worries. But it was not enough to wipe the frown off your face. You sigh tiredly for what seems like the umpteenth time today. You find it hard to let out everything in your mind though you possess the words. While you answer him with your silence, he drags a nearby chair and offers it to you. You let your weight drop you down on the seat.
“Did something happen? You may tell me anything - I will listen to you,” he speaks - so many generous offers today, you think to yourself. But it’s not strange, no; rather, you just don’t think you deserve such kindness. You mean, you are apparently horrible enough to deserve having your work and heart being vandalized in such a manner. You shake your head in defeat. Why did you come here in the first place? Is this not futile? Is this not pathetic?
“...I don’t wanna be a burden to you, Albedo,” you merely say. Ironically so, because you came here to seek comfort and yet here you are pushing it away. Is it not strange, the way human beings work? Is the fear of being a burden to someone else really the reason why you don’t want his help? You vaguely recall someone saying that this is a type of mental resistance…
“But you are a burden to me. And so is everyone else who has the honor of existing.”
“Huh?” His answer catches you off guard. He always had such a calm disposition and acted like a caring older brother to others…to think that he thought so all this time. You feel your melancholy deepening though you are not surprised - Albedo has always been quite the blunt and honest person. You appreciate him for that fact at least.
“Even our names carry weight - how could one not be a burden? Is it not a gift to have your load be felt by others and to leave a mark of your existence? Is it not an insult to have no freight?” he elaborates and you feel your muscles relax; you didn’t even notice you were so tense, especially because you felt like you’ve been slumping all over the place. For the first time that day, the corner of your lips quirk up slightly. Tears threaten to escape from the corner of your eyes.
“Tell me, (Y/N). What happened?” he reiterates, his tone growing gentler with every syllable. You can no longer take it; tears stream down your cheeks. He fetches a handkerchief from a table nearby and, once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he wipes your tears away. He rubs your back as you choke on hiccups and shallow breaths. You try your best to speak.
“Someone…my sculpture…it’s ruined…” you confess in between sobs and instinctively lean into Albedo, your head on his shoulder. He continues to rub circles on your back with his left arm while his right arm pulls you closer to him; an embrace you needed oh-so-badly. 
“We’ll find whoever did such a thing to you,” he assures you. Though you want to tell him that there’s no need to put that much effort into such a small incident, you lack the energy. All that crying has left you more vulnerable and exhausted than usual. It took so much of your strength to let all that out, you find it funny that some find it a sign of weakness to cry - this was the strongest thing you did so far.
You let out a low “Mm” in response and shut your eyes, ending your small breakdown there. You can feel Albedo stroking your hair and you relish in his warmth. Deep somewhere within your heart, you don’t want him to know that you’ve been sculpting his figure - that is why you were hesitant to let him investigate your art studio. But his touch has proved that there is nothing to fear, nothing to be shy about. Especially when a portrait of you sits in a hidden corner of his little lab. You two have already memorized each other’s every little facial detail.
Just as art is a form of love, love is also a form of art.
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