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— MIGUEL ORTIZ VALENCIA ( father, 52 ) : on top of being a stakeholder in the ortiz winery empire, miguel also owns several clubs and bars in the US and spain. the man has had a few run-ins with the law, though thanks to his team of lawyers, he often walked away with the charges dropped or a mere slap on the wrist. miguel has a reputation for being ambitious, cruel and cutthroat, no matter if it came to work or his family. his beliefs of being the best of the best and to win at any cost were deeply instilled in his own children. some have speculated that miguel and selena’s marriage was simply a business move. but no matter what people said, there was no denying that the two were always seen as a power couple. though he often stressed the importance of family, cleo can’t help but think he will always choose his business and career over his family. as much as she hates and resents her dad, all she’s ever done is seek his approval.

— ALISA DE GAIO VARGAS ( father’s ex-wife, 47 ) : miguel’s first and now ex-wife, the two met while he was working abroad in spain and had a whirlwind romance that resulted in a shotgun wedding. alisa and miguel were polar opposites and while they were happy in the beginning, the marriage ended shortly after their son, adrian, turned one. she then moved back to spain, remarried and had two more children. to this day, miguel and alisa still keep in touch, despite no longer having to share custody over adrian anymore. cleo only met the woman twice, but it was enough for her to wish her own mother had been more like her. every year, alisa has sent cleo a birthday gift.

— SELENA ROTHSCHILD-ORTIZ ( mother, deceased ) : adopted into a wealthy old money family at birth, selena followed in the carefully constructed footsteps of the rothschild women before her and became a prominent socialite/philanthropist. shortly into her marriage to miguel, they had their first and only child together. manipulative, prideful and haughty, selena and cleo were more alike than either would care to admit and maybe that was why they never quite got along. like her own mother once did, selena too pushed her daughter to follow in her footsteps, which ultimately put a heavy strain on their mother-daughter relationship. in her mid 30′s, selena was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer before passing away a year later. though the loss was deeply felt within the family, the ortizes refused to show any signs of being affected.

— GISELLE WILLIAMS ( father’s fiancée, 31 ) : giselle is an interior decorator and met cleo’s dad while they were getting their home redone a couple years ago. just shy of a decade older than cleo, that was reason enough for her to not like the woman. that, on top of her being the first girlfriend of miguel’s to actually stick around for longer than a few months since cleo’s mom passed away. despite giselle’s efforts to get to know cleo, she never gave the woman a chance and basically wrote her off as another one of her dad’s gold-digging girlfriends. except the couple recently got engaged on new years, but has yet to break the news to cleo.

— ADRIAN ORTIZ DE GAIO ( half-brother, 26 ) : a harvard business school and MBA graduate, cleo’s older brother now works at their dad’s company, while miguel grooms him to take over one day. adrian was always everything miguel wanted his son to be — a miguel 2.0, but with a touch more charm. that was how cleo saw her older brother anyhow. if you think cleo hates you, then you have not seen her with her brother. perhaps once upon a time, the two siblings got along, but that was well before they were pitted against each other in the competition to win their dad’s favour. though it was never a fair fight when miguel clearly showed bias towards adrian. cleo would rather die than admit this, but much of her hatred towards her brother stems from a lot of jealousy. for as long as she blames her brother for how their dad has always treated her, a truce between the siblings is next to impossible.

— CLEO ORTIZ ( 22 ) : cleo has always been equal parts her parents — everything good, bad and ugly about them. she rarely ever talks about her own family and even less so the fact that her mom passed away when she was 14. but can you blame her?

#fam. / ortiz #oc. / cleo #family tree

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“1%” - a sawbell fam moment

for @ohmystudmuffin cause she’s the best and amazing and deserves the world for optimum feels, listen to “your song” by elton john

sawyer and campbell have always fought, with no excuse. but there’s always that one percent.

“and you can tell everybody, that this is your song.” campbell sang softly to harper in her arms as she drifted into sleep. harper was only a couple months old, and she was dealing with so much, what with her mother being a master thief and her father coming back from the dead and hiding out from the rest of the crew. it was a lot for her, and her mother too. sometimes, as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted a normal life for her. “i hope you don’t mind. i hope you don’t mind. that i put it out in words.” she sang.

singing was one of the normal things campbell would ever do for harper. considering what else has been going on. and growing up with a single mother didn’t help on the fact, even if her father was back from the dead.

and speaking of which, sawyer had been a rather big annoyance in her life. she had still her wall up about him, considering he lied to her, and campbell would not let him near her whenever he would sneak into her place just to see her. and it was the most annoying thing that happened. campbell would go into harper’s room and sawyer would already be there. and she would yell at him and threaten his life. a vicious circle.

but then something was happening. harper was becoming accustomed to seeing sawyer. she almost expected it now. and when he wouldn’t she cried. and when campbell took her away, she would cry again. whether he liked it or not, sawyer was becoming part of her life. and she was starting to realize it. and if when he left again, who knows how it could affect her. and yet, he kept coming back.

“how wonderful life is, when you’re in the world.” campbell sang again. when harper started to become fussy again. and crying. reaching for the door. campbell took a look up, only to see sawyer standing in the doorway. she sighed and rolled her eyes. “are you kidding me sawyer? you need to stop doing that.” she demanded as she was turning around to put harper back in her crib.

but she cried, and harper kept reaching for the door. crying. she had grown so attached to sawyer. and that was campbell’s fear for her. but maybe, sawyer felt the same way. he kept coming back to see her. and even if she would never admit it to herself, she was happy he did. just a moment to see him again. and he put her down with ease every time.

campbell made another deep sigh before walking to where sawyer was, with harper in her arms. “here.” she said as she handed sawyer over to her, which took all her might. and no matter how hard it was, that one moment, for that one percent, handing her baby girl over to her father, she felt normal. like a normal family. looking into sawyers eyes and handing him her whole world. it was nice. normal. all she wanted for harper, but nothing she could ever give her. “if you ever walk out again sawyer, especially on her …” she said, rubbing harper’s head as she got comfortable in sawyer’s arms to sleep. “you’re gonna wake up with your dick cut off and glued to your hand.”

#c:sawyer #c:harper #s:sawbell #f:sawbell #reblogging cuz reasons

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👫 Layton

four headcanons for #layton (lacey and hutton).

hutton being a butt and always making lacey cry (#crybaby) and him trying to make up for it by giving her awkward hugs.

lacey unleashing her aggressively competitive side on hutton and being a sore winner/loser when they wind up playing checkers/scrabble/whatever cuz they’re bored af and stuck on a stakeout. complete with lacey telling hutton: “you can shove that uno up your ass chadwick!”, “i’m so sorry... that you play scrabble at a third grade level. my niece can spell better than you and she’s two, bitch!”, etc.

lacey always trying to prove to hutton that she’s just as capable of an agent as he is, but then does dumb stuff like going off on her own to do recon. when shit goes sideways, he’s always there to save her ass.

hutton is 100% the one with the smooth moves between the two of them, so cue lacey always being a stuttering speechless blushing mess and giving him like awkward finger guns.

#s:layton #c:lacey #ask meme #only took me a thousand years to get to this #whoops

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fallon : one

when the party’s over - billie eilish

Day 1. He’s gone. That was the first thought that Fallon had when she woke up this morning. Even before opening her eyes, she knew that he was gone. His side of the bed didn’t sink in from the weight of his body, she couldn’t hear his soft breathing as he slept next to her, and the extra warmth underneath the covers was gone. He was gone. Opening her eyes, she rolled over onto her side, facing the empty side of the bed. She saw the letter and his wedding band resting on top of the pillow right away, but she didn’t have to read it to know what it would say. The wedding band itself already spoke volumes and the more that she stared at it, the more she felt her chest tighten.

It wouldn’t be until later that night that Fallon finally worked up the courage to read his last words to her. Sitting up in bed, she hugged his pillow close to her chest as she breathed in the remnants of his scent, then reached over beside her for the letter. She knew that reading it would hurt, but she didn’t expect it to hit her like a tonne of bricks. She had managed to keep the tears at bay after breaking down earlier this morning, but now as she reread the letter for the fifth time, silent tears threatened to drip onto the paper. Yours always, Sian Yoon. He really was gone.

Day 3. Slipping on the oversized motorcycle jacket, Fallon took one last look at the apartment as she tucked the small box under her arm, then locked the door behind her. As she made her way out of the building, she couldn’t help but give a lingering look at the neighbour’s door and wonder ‘what if’. We have to let each other go. Sucking in a sharp breath, she pushed any what ifs out of her mind and left. She was going to do as he’d asked. She was letting him go. He had made it clear that he had no intentions of coming back or to be found, so she had to let him go. There was just one last thing that she needed to do before she could do that.

Maybe it would have been easier to just throw everything out, and to burn all the photos and documents, but Fallon couldn’t bring herself to do that. This was her way of letting go - by locking every important memory she had of Issac, of their relationship (or what was left of it), inside a safety deposit box registered under one of her fake aliases at a bank four hours away from New York City. She couldn’t part with these items, no matter how much she knew she had to in order to move on, so this was the alternative. It is time to say goodbye to what we had. Reading the letter one last time, she placed it into the box, then locked it shut. Pausing for a brief moment, her fingers brushed over the numbers on the door before she left to make the drive back to New York.

Day 24. Was it worth it, Fallon? Those were the words that got her through these past few weeks. That, and working herself to the bone. Because this was it, wasn’t it? The syndicate, the Dean’s, her desire and need for power... All of that was what she’d chosen over her relationship, over the person that she claimed to love with every bit of her being. So she had to make sure that everything that she did made destroying their relationship and losing him worth it. It had to be because otherwise... what was the point? She hated herself for everything that had happened, but she did what she did, and no amount of regret and guilt was going to change anything. She had made her choice and now she had to live with it. Was it worth it, Fallon? It will be when she made it to the top, one way or another.

Day 67. An overwhelming sense of numbness overcame her. Numbness and anger. It was yet another Council meeting that he had missed and somehow, it took this one in particular for it to finally sink in that he was truly gone. He had left this life behind, his family behind, her behind. It had been so easy for him to turn his back on her, to break it off as if they weren’t worth fighting for, to turn all his love for her into hatred. Just like that. He left her, just like that. All his talk about always loving her and never being able to feel any differently about her was just that - all talk.

Anger was easier to deal with than pain. And maybe that was why that was all Fallon felt these days. Anger and numbness. Though she looked the same on the outside, maybe a more worn down version of herself, she had changed. Colder, harsher, more cutthroat. Anger did that to a person. She was angry at him for not fighting for them and for leaving her, but even more than that, she was angry at herself. Because at the end of it all, she had no one to blame but herself. She hated every decision that she’d made that led up to this point in her life. She hated that she didn’t give him a chance when he’d asked for it. She hated how nothing seemed to fill the giant void that he’d left in her life. But anger was easier to deal with than pain.

Day 191. He was back. He… finally came back.

#c:fallon #s:islon #kinda islon/mostly fallon?#post islon breakup #yagirljoceywrites

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islon : one

fallon dean x issac yoon @ issac’s apartment

Warm morning rays peeped through the bedroom window, as the sound of the city starting its day was heard in the distance. It was a rare occurrence that Fallon wasn’t woken up by the sound of her alarm clock, but being a morning person, old habits die hard. Even on a Saturday, she had a mile long to-do list to tackle, especially as she was getting her nonprofit up and running. But as she laid in bed, cuddled up next to Issac with her head resting comfortably on his shoulder, she found it difficult to find the motivation to get out of bed and start her day.

Tilting her head up just the slightest, she saw that he was still peacefully sleeping. Not wanting to wake him, she decided maybe she could stay in bed with him just a little bit longer. As Fallon’s mind ran through what she needed to get done today, she began to absentmindedly trace a part of Issac’s tattoo. Her finger brushed against his skin ever so lightly, as she followed the detailed lines and moved from his bicep up to his collarbone. She never pictured herself dating a motorcycle-riding tattoo artist from Queens. But here she was. Oddly enough, it just felt... right.

As different as Issac and Fallon may seem, everything about them fit together like two complex puzzle pieces made for one another. They understood each other in a way that she couldn’t quite explain and as much as she tried to make sense of it, maybe sometimes there just wasn’t an explanation. Maybe some things just made sense and fit together because they simply did. That was Issac and Fallon.

Perhaps the thought had crossed her mind a few times prior, but in that moment, Fallon knew. That once in a lifetime thing that everyone spent their whole lives seeking, this was it. The thing that she never thought she’d ever find, even being close to giving up on wanting it at one point - this was it. Issac was it for her. Without a shred of doubt in her mind, she knew that he was her person, her soulmate, her once in a lifetime. Maybe it was foolish and overly idealistic of her to think that, and maybe soulmates didn’t exist, but she knew that to her core, this was it.

Being here with Issac, in this exact moment, it felt like nothing else mattered, like the world just faded into the background. She was in so far deep with this man and yet, she had no plans of getting out any time soon, if ever. And she was perfectly okay with that. The thought had crossed her mind before, but this time, Fallon was sure. And she wanted him to know.

She pressed her lips to his side, giving him a soft kiss, before leaning up until her lips met his ear. “Issac,” she whispered softly, peppering him with light kisses along his neck and jawline. As he began to stir, she shifted her body until it rested on top of his. Her hand reached up to brush his hair from his eyes, as she greeted him, “Good morning.” A small smile played on her lips as she leaned down and gave him a light peck on the lips before asking, “Guess what?” Receiving a tired ‘hmm’ from Issac in response, Fallon gave him another kiss, then pulled back just the tiniest bit. With her lips just a breath away from his, she finally told him, “I love you.”

#s:islon #c:fallon #yagirljoceywrites #some cute as shit vibes #cuz some sad broken up!islon shit's bout to go down

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writingbykris‌:

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ϟ Layton >>

drunk text from lacey to hutton (#layton).

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#s:layton #c:lacey #ask meme #welp this is happening now

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ϟ Layton >>

drunk text from lacey to hutton (#layton).

#s:layton #c:lacey #ask meme #accordingtokris

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tallubert : two

tallulah “lula” sullivan x albert fitzgerald iv. @ albert’s room

Sunday mornings were always Lula’s favourite. No matter how badly, or even good, her week went, she knew that she had Sunday morning to look forward to. That was because Sunday mornings meant that Albert was home for the weekend from college. Even before he left for college, that was when she got to see him and hangout. She liked to think of it as their special time together and she never missed it for anything in the world, even more so when Albert started college and wasn’t around as much anymore. No matter what she had going on, or did the night before, without a doubt, Lula would be up bright and early every Sunday to go see Albert.

This Sunday happened to be Sunday brunch as well, where her family got together with Auntie Billie’s at Auntie Nikki’s (aka the Unholy Trinity). Though this didn’t stop Lula from wanting to get her special Sunday hangout time with her favourite person. Everyone always knew that she had this little crush on Albert, but often shrugged it off and said that it will pass. This was years ago and this “little crush” was stronger than ever. That was Lula for you. When she knows what she wants, she has a level of tenacity that was equally admirable and headache-inducing. Many who knew her could attest to this, but it was just one of her many charms.

As soon as the front door to the Fitzgerald home opened, Lula immediately pulled whoever it was into a hug. “Hi Uncle Teddy! Thank you so much for having us over for brunch!” she greeted. “I hope Auntie Nikki will like these. I got them from the farmers’ market in Soho this morning,” she smiled, handing Teddy the bouquet of fresh flowers.

As everyone shuffled into the townhouse, she tried to casually ask, “Sooo... Is Albie home from school this weekend?” Sighing, Teddy replied, knowing full well where this was going, “Yes, he’s in his ro-,” but before he could finish, she was already making her way towards the stairs. “Yay! I’ll go get him!” she quickly offered. Passing the kitchen, she greeted, “Hi Auntie Nikki! OMG it smells ah-mazing in here. Gosh, you’re like, the best chef in the world, Auntie Nikki. And don’t worry, I can go get Albie!”

Opening the bedroom door as quietly as she could, Lula poked her head inside. “Albie?” she said softly. Seeing a bit of his hair from underneath his covers, she smiled, closing the door behind her. Glancing around the room and seeing no signs of Albert’s lady friends (because believe her, the amount of times she’s made that mistake was one too many), the smile on her face grew. Forgetting that he may still be sleeping out of pure excitement, Lula climbed onto the bed, resting her hands on his chest as she situated herself comfortably on top of him.

Ignoring the groan from underneath her, she jumped into a conversation right away. “Hi Albie Walbie! How was school? Did you miss me? I missed you so much this week and I have a bunch to catch you up on.” In typical Lula fashion, she immediately dived into a long tangent on how her week went, telling him everything from the new vintage Chanel bag that Harper helped her find to getting her first A- in chemistry class. Finally, she asked how his week was, adding that she watched most of the livestream of his recent football game and how well he played. Yet all she got in response from Albert was a tired, “Be quiet or get out.”

Remembering that it was still early, she replied sheepishly, “Oops, sowwy Albie,” as she moved to lay beside him instead. Sliding underneath the covers beside him, his arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her. Deciding to be quiet to let him sleep more, she was just content that he was back and she could see him. Though she couldn’t help but run a mental list through her mind of all the things that she wanted to talk to him about later, despite all the different voicemails she had left him during the week. She had opened her mouth a few times to say something that she had just thought of, but seeing the peaceful look on Albert’s face, she didn’t want to disturb that.

After about fifteen minutes, she couldn’t help but break. “...Albie?” she asked softly, to which he let out an exasperated, “What, Lu?” Pausing for a second, Lula replied, “Nothing. I’m just happy you’re back. I’ve missed you.” Leaning up, she simply kissed him on the cheek before snuggling up close to him again. Albert didn’t say anything in response, but the feeling of his arms pulling her in closer was enough to make her smile again.

#s:tallubert #c:lula #yagirljoceywrites

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So far, Campbell was pretty sure she got this single mom thing down. She had basically all the money to give Harper and had just gotten used to changing her and feeding her. She didn’t need a man to help her. Sure, it’s nice to have Vic around to babysit the girls but she could do this all by herself. Her and Harper against the world. Considering what happened to her father, this is what was best. Not that she would ever introduce Harper to some man in her life.

And right now, she was doing just fine by herself. Right now she was getting ready upstairs in the house she had with Harper, for infiltrating one of the banquets her and the omegas were planning on taking from. See she was a single mother and still running the omegas like a badass. She got one of the rookies in the group to look after Harper while they did their things fthe night. And right now Harper was downstairs in her playpen while Campbell finished getting ready.

She could hear Harper getting antsy downstairs, something babies like her always did, no big deal. And she was teaching Harper the abandonment method, where if she didn’t reply to a child’s cries, they would stop crying. Eventually, she did stop, much to her own amusement. Campbell smiled to herself, as she finished getting ready.

When she was done, she hadn’t heard Harper whine in a little bit, she just figured that Harper was asleep because she was the best mom in the world. Campbell made her way quietly down the stairs, because she knew Harper would be the devil spawn that she was when she was woken up from her naps. But when she got to her playpen, Harper wasn’t in there.

Instead, there stood a man. One with his back turned to her, as he had been cradling something. But one thing was for sure, a wave of anxiety and panic instantly rushed over Campbell, causing her to reach for her gun under her dress. She couldn’t lose Harper. She had already lost one Armstrong and there was no way she was going to lose her own this time.

“Put. Her. Down.” She demanded, pointing the gun to the back of his head. “If you hurt one hair on her head, I will fire twelve fucking warning shots into your head. Now put her down.” This time, she held the barrel straight behind his head. As he turned around, Campbell was ready to blow out his brains right there and then.

But then she saw his face.

No matter how long a year has been, no matter how much his face changed, Campbell could tell that Sawyer Armstrong was standing right in front of her, holding her daughter, which happened to be his daughter too. “Sawyer …” she said almost immediately, lowering the gun. She was in a state of shock, not really knowing what to do. Sure she had her weird dreams that he would one day come back and him holding his kid while she was pregnant, but she never really believed she would ever see this day coming. Though she would never admit it to anyone, she had already cried too many tears last year when she thought he was dead, even though there was the small voice in the back of her head that told her he pulled some shit and he was still alive. And low and behold, it was right.

Harper started crying once again, which brought her back to reality, that she was still in the arms of a stranger. Putting the gun back in place, she walked up and took her away from Sawyer. “Shhh, it’s okay Harper.” Campbell soothed, eventually putting her back into the playpen once she calmed down again.

She turned around, hoping that he just wouldn’t be there, that it was all in her head and it just wasn’t him. But there he was. Standing there still alive. At this point she had no more tears to cry for him, or at least in front of him. Dead or Alive, she would do everything in her power to never let him see her cry. At this point, she had no words to say either.

All the emotion she could muster up lead to a clean hard slap right across his face. Slapping him wasn’t hard to do, but managing not to cry while doing it was.

“Get out.” She managed to say, grabbing her gun and pointing it at him. “You wanted to play dead? You should’ve stayed that way.” She barked at him, her voice couldn’t help but crack. But she stayed strong. “And I don’t care if she’s your blood. If you ever come here and touch her again, you won’t have to fake your death again.”

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Faking his death was an easy choice. Taking himself out of the picture, and running away from any and all consequences of his actions was the epitome of a typical Sawyer Armstrong move. Yes, it was taking the easy way out, but would he really be him if he didn’t? He had numerous plans on how he would fake his death because let’s be honest, this wasn’t the first time that he’s pissed off someone enough to need a “permanent” way out. This just happened to be the first time that it really came down to it. Now the hard part would be finding the right opportunity to make it happen.

But as it turned out, finding said opportunity wasn’t so hard after all. Did he have a minor hand in sabotaging their job so that his plan would work? Yes. Did he uncharacteristically volunteer himself up to be the distraction while everyone else escaped? Also yes. And did everyone fall for it, no questions asked? Hook, line and sinker, yes. Everything went according to his plan, right up to the point where the yacht that he was on exploded and his body was conveniently lost in the depths of the ocean. As far as everyone knew, that was the end of Sawyer Armstrong.

The year that followed was more difficult than he cared to admit. Sawyer had always put up a front, and maybe there was some truth to it, that he was a lone wolf type. He never needed anyone and he damn sure made it easy for no one to need him. All he ever needed and all that he could trust was himself. And yet, somehow somewhere along the way, things started to change. He stopped pushing his family away and strangely enough, the Omegas slowly became a part of that too. But none of that mattered now. His disappearance was the simplest solution for everyone and he knew that they would all be fine without him. He wouldn’t have gone through with his plan if he didn’t think that they could handle it. ...Okay, that was a lie because he would have done it either way. But he knew that they were all going to be okay. Even if he was never coming back.

Sawyer knew that Ramona would be the one to take his “death” the hardest, but he also knew that over time, she would get over it eventually. Then there was Reid. Everyone always said how alike they were, but he knew that his kid brother was a better man than he could ever be and in a strange way, he was proud of him. Even if he did drag someone like Jesus Freak Audrey into their lives. And in an even stranger way, Sawyer was grateful for that because as long as Reid had Audrey, he would be okay. And Vic. With his own family now and Rahab taking care of him, he knew that his best friend would be more than okay.

And finally, Campbell. Chicken noodle. Minestrone. Tomato soup. Campbell. She was the least of Sawyer’s worries because if anyone was going to be fine and take his death as just another day on the job, it would be Campbell. In fact, he couldn’t help but think that she would be more than fine, especially now that she could officially takeover the Omegas and take everything that was legally in his name as well. And yet... he still found letting her go to be the hardest part of all this.

Maybe that was why when Sawyer caught wind of some news of her that he so easily made the decision to go back and see if it was true for himself. He could have hired a PI, but he just knew that he had to see it for himself. The timing of everything was too big of a coincidence for him to pretend not to care and to continue acting like he was moving on with his life. None of this meant that he would be back for good, if at all. He told himself that he just needed to see her once with his own eyes and that would be it. He would be gone again like he had never returned in the first place. But now that he stood in front of the playpen, staring down at that crying baby... He wasn’t so sure anymore. Because... what if...?

Crouching down in front of the playpen, Sawyer peered down at the baby, trying to look for some kind of resemblance. Without a doubt, she was Campbell’s kid. If not for the pissy attitude, then definitely the big brown eyes. It was easy to see that she had her mother’s eyes. As for whether or not this screaming Satan baby was his, he wasn’t so sure. The timing of it all seemed to make sense, but it could also all just be a coincidence. Straightening up, Sawyer continued to wonder if it was at all possible that the baby was his. As the screaming and crying continued, he leaned down to pick her up, muttering under his breath, “You sure got your mom’s temper, Mini Bisque. Now the question is, are you -” Almost immediately, the crying stopped. As if she had answered his question. Was he crazy for thinking that?

Holding the baby up to his eye level, he asked, “So. You an Armstrong, or am I holding some other dipshit’s spawn?” All he got in response was some saliva bubbles. Figures. Cradling the baby in one arm, he looked around the room before spotting something that resembled a towel to wipe off her face. As snotty and cute as she looked in his arms, Sawyer couldn’t shake how strange this feeling was, and he couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad feeling.

Could he walk away and pretend like this never happened? Hell, his own dad walked out on him, and that was knowing full well that he was his son. He wasn’t even sure if this was his kid, so how hard could it be to just leave and forget about this whole thing? Never in his life did he ever picture himself as a father, so how was this going to change that? Yet looking down at her, the answer was simple. He had to at least find out the truth.

Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn’t heard the steps behind him until it was too late. Hearing the all too familiar voice that he thought he’d never hear again, he replied, “It’s not a warning shot if you already killed me.” Feeling the barrel pressed up to the back of his head, Sawyer couldn’t help but smirk at the situation. How many times have they been in this exact same position? Too many to count. He had to admit that the familiarity of it all felt... nice.

Turning around, he opened his mouth to say some kind of retort to her threat, but the second his eyes landed on her, no words came out. Seeing her standing in front of him, a wave of emotions and feelings that he’d fought to ignore and avoid at all costs came rushing back in. He missed having her around and just everything about her this past year, but seeing her now, he realized just how much.

It was only when the crying started up again that they snapped out of... whatever that was. Handing the baby to Campbell, Sawyer watched as she calmed her down with ease. An overwhelmingly strange feeling overcame him again, yet he couldn’t explain what it was. As she turned back to face him, he began to say, “Campbell -,” only to be slapped across the face. If he was being honest, he had expected worse from her, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. Feeling the sting from the slap, Sawyer couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as she threatened him again. Just like old times. Ignoring her warning, he crouched down in front of the playpen again. “One shot will blow out her eardrums, you know. Might want to rethink your murder plan,” he replied.

“If she’s my blood, huh?” he asked. Looking down at mini Campbell, Sawyer held out his finger for her to grasp, as he smirked, “What do you say, Mini Satan? Why don’t we find out if you’re an Armstrong?” Turning his head to Campbell, he straightened up, and did something he never thought he’d ever do or have the chance to. Taking a step towards her, he pushed down her arm that held the gun and just pulled her into a hug. “This is nice,” he sighed, resting his chin on her head, then adding softly, “I missed you too, Chicken Noodle.”

Prompt - Surprise . . .

#c:sawyer #c:harper #s:sawbell #yagirljoceywrites #optional: listen to lovely by billie eilish #>>

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madder : one

harper armstrong x maddox dean-yoon @ their fancy manhattan private school

Graduation day couldn’t have come soon enough. Four excruciatingly long years at this prep school hellhole was enough to drive anyone crazy. There were only so many dumb rich bitches that Harper could con and play her little mind games on before it became the same boring old routine. You’d think after four years, they would learn and make things a little more challenging for her, but unfortunately not. This school was just full of the same boring, basic trust fund idiots. Well, maybe there were a few exceptions...

Down the hall from what was now her old locker stood one of said few exceptions - Maddox Dean-Yoon. Like hell Harper would ever say that to anyone though, and especially not to him. But even she had to admit that he did make her time here just a little more... interesting, even if it was just to herself. There weren’t many people who could keep up with Harper Armstrong and there were even fewer people on that list who she would willingly give the time of day to. And fortunately or unfortunately, Maddox was one of those people.

Whether they were enemies, frenemies, or maybe even in some strange twisted way, friends, there was no denying the chemistry between them. It was a lot like gasoline being doused on an open fire, but chemistry was chemistry. And yet, they never seemed to move beyond all the bantering and arguing. Maybe it was because Harper never let up with the games and tricks. Or maybe she wanted to see if Maddox would ever have the balls to make the first move. Whatever the reasoning was, that didn’t matter now because they were both graduating and leaving this school for good. It didn’t make sense for anything to happen now. Or maybe that was precisely why something should happen now...

Harper was never one to act on pure, blind impulse. Everything she did had a motive and a plan. But this was completely unplanned and could only be explained by pure, blind impulse. Before she could make sense of what she was doing, she had already shut her locker and was halfway down the empty hallway towards Maddox. Shutting his locker door on him to make her presence known, they simply made brief eye contact before she grabbed ahold of his tie and pulled him into the nearby janitor’s closet with her.

With his back against the closed door, she simply smirked up at him and before he could say anything, she demanded, “Just shut up for once in your life.” Still holding onto his tie, Harper pulled him towards her, then she kissed him. Feeling him grin into the kiss encouraged her to deepen the kiss. If you told her even just a few months ago that she would be making out with Maddox Dean-Yoon in the janitor’s closet, she would’ve told you to fuck the hell off. And yet, here they were.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d been in there for, but before things could get too heated, Harper pulled away, breaking the kiss. Straightening Maddox’s tie, she then patted his cheek before telling him, “Well, have a nice life, asshole.” As she stepped out of the supply closet, she heard him reply, “I’ll miss your cute ass, Harper the Harpy.” Turning around, Harper blew him a kiss, then headed towards the exit. When she was a good distance away from him, she shouted, “Hey pretty boy!” as she held his wallet out over her head, making sure that he could see it in plain sight. C’mon, she was Mini Satan after all.

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character ask meme #1

#ask meme #don't send any #just need a place for this #i'm sorry idk who made this #if you made it lemme know and i'll reblog your post instead

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dom fucked up. he fucked up hard. and this wasn’t like any of his previous fuck-ups, which was a list that was miles long. no, this time it was different. for one, he never planned for this particular fuck-up to happen. this wasn’t something that he’d done on purpose to throw people off his trail, or to push people away. and even worse, he actually cared that he fucked up. you could even say that he felt remorse for what he’d done. which was what exactly? letting cali dean in. and now he had to deal with the consequences of said fuck-up.

he’d been sitting out on his balcony going over paperwork when cali came to him with her ultimatum. the fact that he had allowed her to think that she had the kind of power to force a decision out of him was a clear sign of where he went wrong. because if you knew dominic reyes, then you knew that no one could force him to do anything that he didn’t want to do. confronting whatever was going on between him and cali was definitely something that he had no desire to do. and yet, here he was. here they were.

though his eyes were trained on the papers in his hand, he focus was elsewhere. despite telling cali that he was busy while attempting to look like he was busy, she didn’t buy it. “dom, are you listening?” sighing, dom tossed the papers onto the table before finally turning his attention to cali. as she stated that she wanted to stay in colombia with him, he raised his eyebrow at her as he asked, “why? there’s nothing here for you. go back to italy where your little peace corps friends need you, where your family needs you. i don’t need you here. i don’t need you to give two shits about me.” he knew it was harsh, but it was what needed to be said. except she still didn’t get it.

he’d expected her to try to persuade him or plead with him to let her stay, but what he didn’t expect was for her to yell at him. tilting his head up to look at her, she finally got his full attention. then she dropped the dread ‘L’ bomb on him. silence fell over dom as cali revealed how much she loved him. he remained quiet throughout her confession, not because he didn’t know what to say to her, but because he knew precisely what he wanted to say to her. and that was that he loved her too. which was all the more reason why he couldn’t tell her.

dom would be the first to admit that he knew shit all when it came to love and loving someone. but what little he did know was that it meant being selfless and putting their needs before your own. what cali needed wasn’t him. accepting that fact hurt more than he could ever admit, but without a doubt, he knew that she was better off without him. he knew that he would never be able to give her what she wanted, to give her the love that she deserved. dom had been selfish all his life, only ever caring about himself and what his needs were, but not this time. loving cali meant that he couldn’t be selfish. as much as he wanted her to stay, he couldn’t let that happen. there was just too much going on with interpol closing in on him and even with that out of the equation, at the end of the day, he could never give her the love that she deserved.

letting out a humourless laugh, dom finally broke the silence. “you love me?” he repeated mockingly. “sweetheart, you only think that you love me. you don’t love me,” he shook his head, giving her a dry laugh. then came the ultimatum. dom knew what his answer would be, yet he couldn’t help but hesitate. it killed him that it wasn’t hard to imagine what his life would look like if she stayed. they would be happy, he had no doubt about that. but for how long? because it was inevitable that he would one day hurt her and break her heart, whether it was intentional or not. and as much as she claimed to not care that he was so deeply involved in a life of crime and led a drug cartel, he knew that he couldn’t do this to her. the bottom line was that she deserved better and that was why he had to do this.

“i don’t love you.” it hurt him to say those words, but it hurt even more to see her reaction to them. it took everything in him to not take those words back, to not say ‘fuck it’ and tell her that he lied, to hold onto her and never let go. instead, dom pulled her hands away from his face, letting them drop to her side as he stepped away from her. watching the tears fall down her face, all he wanted to do was pull her in and comfort her. instead, he let her continue to cry. he let her run out of his room. he let her walk out of his life.

dominic reyes never did the right thing, but everyone had exceptions. cali dean was his. she was the best thing to have ever happened to him and that was why he had to do the right thing by letting her walk out of his life. he couldn’t be the man that she needed him to be, so this was the least that he could do for her - he had to let her go.

💭 cali @ dom. get me in dem doli feeeelz.

this was so fucking sad omg @ohmystudmuffin“why doesn’t he love me?”

for once, cali believed that she should’ve listened to james and her other brothers that she should not have gotten involved with dominic reyes. did she know he was bad news? yes. was he the leader of a cartel? yes. but could she stay away from him. no way. but in a way, she had thought of it as fate. when he came back to new york after that whole time, when he thought his brother was dead. heck even when she came to south america for her work in the peace corps and he was there. it was almost as if she couldn’t get rid of him, nor did she want to.

but here she was, standing in his bedroom, giving him an ultimatum. either she left with the rest of the peace corps back to italy, or she would stay here with him. the time she spent in south america was almost unforgettable. she wanted to stay. but not because of the atmosphere. not because of the food. she didn’t even care about the cartel. being raised a mob girl, she can more than live with it. but she wanted to be with dom. because she loved him. she loved dom.

but she would not stay here if the feeling was not mutual.

and now here she was, trying to get his attention, which was hard enough. “dom are you listening?” she asked him, knowing he was dodging as per usual. “i’m trying to tell you that i want to stay here with you. i don’t care about what anyone back home will think, all i care about is you.” but there he was, deflecting again. putting himself down. going on about how she should go back.

“dominic, cut the bullshit already!” she shouted at him, which she never did. not to anyone, let alone someone she cared about. she swallowed the lump in her throat before speaking again, finally getting his attention. “can’t you see how much i care about you? … how much i love you?” she finally said. feeling tears run down her face.. “don’t you get that? no matter how many times you push me away, put yourself down. it’s not going to change anything how i feel about you, because i love you dominic. i always have… but i can’t stay not knowing if you do.”

after a few moments of silence, she walked up to him, putting her hands on the sides of his face to look at her. “just tell me you don’t love me. and i’ll leave your life, and you won’t have to hear from me again. but if you do i’ll stay, and we won’t even have to think about the problems dom. it can just be the two of us.” she said, kissing his forehead. that was the ultimatum. and for a second, she thought everything was going to be right.

though the words “i don’t love you” that came out of dominic’s mouth, stabbed her so far in the chest she could feel it. her breathing felt sharper, and her chest immediately went numb, her hands shaking. she resisted the urge to slap him, before taking herself out of the room. she was afraid of what she would do if she stayed any longer.

walking speedily down the hallways, trying to get out of the place as soon as possible, she pulled out her phone to dial for one of her brothers. “james, hey , i-i wanted to tell you i decided to come to italy afterall… and immm marrying deacon.” when she found herself alone in the ally beside the building, and let herself cry, sliding down the side, without alerting her brother. and all she could think of repeating in her head.

��why doesn’t he love me?“

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tallubert : one.

tallulah “lula” sullivan x albert fitzgerald iv. @ somewhere in brookyln

How the hell did she end up here and what the hell was she thinking? Well, Lula knew what she was thinking - to hell with Albert Matthew Fitzgerald the 4th. As for how she got here? That was nothing short of a miracle, given her notorious driving skills, or lack thereof. Navigating the streets from Manhattan to Brooklyn in her Jeep with just a learner’s permit and the spatial judgement of a drunk Hulk, it really was a miracle that she’d caused minimal damage and arrived with her car in one piece. Hopefully. She did hear a loud ‘clank’ as she hit the curb while pulling up in front of Reyes Auto Repair. Now why was she at an auto shop in the sketchy part of Brooklyn when there were perfectly good ones in Manhattan? That required a bit of backtracking...

“ASSHOLE!”

Lula shouted as she put all her weight into her leg and stomped on Albert’s foot with everything she had. Which wasn’t a lot, but she was sure that the message was clear. Letting out a ‘hmph!’, she crossed her arms and tilted her head away from him as he told her that violence wasn’t the answer. “I don’t care! Body shame me again and next time that won’t be your foot!” This was yet another argument between the two that often erupted from A) Lula relentlessly being loud and proud about her longstanding unrequited crush on Albert, B) Albert insisting that she was too young, too immature and in today’s case, too flat, for him to date (hypothetically if he even dated), or C) all of the above.

As Albert gave her his usual speech about her deserving someone better who would treat her better than he could, etc., etc., an idea popped into Lula’s head. If he claimed to know her so well and know what she deserved, then who better to help her find a boyfriend than him? Then somewhere along the way, he was bound to get jealous and realize that he did in fact like her all along. It was a foolproof plan! ...Except the part where he refused to go along with her ideas, as per usual. Was this how her dad felt whenever Uncle Presley was being a party-pooper? All Albert said in response to her dramatic tangent about how helping her was the least he could do after she spent so much time crushing on him was, “I trust your judgement to find a Walmart version of me.” And if you thought she had already snapped before, well, homegirl was ‘bout to pop off.

“UGH! FINE THEN, ALBERT MATTHEW FITZGERALD THE 4TH! I’ll just go back to Brooklyn where we met those two hot drug dealers then! And you know what, maybe I’ll date both of them! And FYI, you’re the cheap Walmart version! ...I don’t remember their names, but Drug Dealer #1 is totes the Gucci version of you and Drug Dealer #2 is obvy the Prada version! I don’t need you when I can date two Man-Crush Everyday-worthy hotties! It’s your loss, cheap knockoff Albert!”

And that was how she ended up at a car repair shop in the sketchy part of Brooklyn, where one of said hot drug dealers stood. After checking her hair and makeup in the rearview mirror, Lula waved at Drug Dealer #2, then got out of her car. “Hey... you!” she greeted, still not remembering his name. After exchanging short pleasantries, she got right to the point before Quinn could show up to foil her plan. “Soooo listen, there’s this party uptown tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d be my date. I really really reallyyyyy need you to say yes, like I’ll totes pay you ‘cause I have a point to pro-” Her spiel was suddenly cut short when she felt someone grab her by the waist, then throw her over said person’s shoulders.

Turning her head, Lula was met with the familiar side profile of the face she’d spent much of her time daydreaming about. Quickly realizing that Albert was there to foil her plan, she began squirming and shouting for him to let her down. “What are you doing?! Let go of me, Fitzgerald! I don’t need you to baby me, I’m not a goddamn child!” she shouted at his backside, to which he responded, clearly irritated, “Shut up, you’re acting like one.” She continued yelling at him, as he miraculously managed to buckle her into the passenger seat of his car, and didn’t stop even as they began to drive off.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, you jerkface! I was just doing what you told me to do!” she huffed, pouting like a child, despite insisting that she wasn’t one. Despite his constant ‘shut up’ to her venting, she went on talking over him. “You don’t want to date me, but you won’t let me date some other hot guy. What the hell is your problem, Fitzgerald?! You don’t even like me, so why can’t you just leave me alone??” As the car came to a stop at a red light, Lula’s ranting continued, as she went on about dating whomever she wanted because she was done with him. It was only Albert leaned in to kiss her that she finally stopped talking.

But just as fast as it had happened, the kiss was soon broken when he pulled away to focus on the road. At least, to her, that was why the kiss had ended. Biting her lip to keep from squealing out loud, she kept her eyes focused on the road in front of them, as the word ‘OMG’ flashed like bright neon lights in her mind. Turning to face Albert, she could’ve sworn that she saw just the tiniest smirk tug at the corner of his lips. The smuggest smile appeared on her face, as she knew all along that she was right. Even if he didn’t fully like her back yet, she was confident that he at least felt something for her. That was enough to have her smiling from ear to ear and to shut up, if only for a brief moment before she would begin pestering him for more kisses.

#c:lula #s:tallubert #okay we literally plotted them out just now #but i was feeling inspired #so merp enjoy #yagirljoceywrites

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🍓 Ellevi

🍓 a moment of breaking up between ella & levi (#ellevi).

sprawled out on his beach towel, levi laid back with his arms resting under his head as a pillow. sliding on his sunglasses, he closed his eyes, looking forward to relaxing and kicking back after a long morning of surfing. after being stuck in texas for god knows how long, he was glad to finally be on winter break and in portugal at that. that was one of the many perks of having loaded parents who liked to travel. he was supposed to meet them in israel tomorrow after they finished up a contract job.

with the soothing sound of waves in the background, levi was just about to fall asleep when a voice interrupted his peace and quiet. opening his eyes, he saw ella setting up her beach towel beside him, as she yammered away about finding his future wife on the beach. maybe if he pretended to be asleep, she would leave him alone. no such luck as he felt her poking his side and nudging him to pay attention to her. “levi’s not here right now, he’s on vacation,” he mumbled, closing his eyes to try to fall asleep again. when she continued on about meeting some pretty girl that she wanted to set him up with, he sighed, tilting his head to face her.

“smelly ellie, don’t you have something better to do?” he asked. as usual, this only fuelled ella’s energy as she went on a tangent about needing to find him a future wife so she could plan his wedding one day and blah blah blah. by this point, levi had tuned her out and the only thought in his mind was how clueless she was (maybe his mom was right about the moriarty’s). that and how pretty ella looked just now as the sun shone on her. he used to make fun of her when they were kids whenever her hair got wet and turned into messy curls, but now… he found that they suited her.

letting out a deep sigh, levi propped himself up on one arm as he pushed his sunglasses up on his head. “look, how many times do i have to tell you to stop trying to set me up? if i wanted to have a girlfriend, i would,” he said in response to her tangent. except… would he though? because here he was, as single as single comes, and here was the only girl that he wanted to date, but for some reason, wasn’t dating. every time that he got close to asking her out, he just… never did. nothing really ever scared him. hell, he booted alcohol for everyone at school, teachers included. but asking out ella… well, she was something else altogether.

hearing ‘loser levi’, he snapped out of his thoughts as he looked up at her and something in him just… “god fucking dammit, ella, would you just knock it off already?” he interrupted whatever she was saying to him. he didn’t realize how loud he’d rose his voice at her until he saw her reaction. running his hand through his hair, levi stood up abruptly. “i don’t wanna be friends anymore, so you can stop fucking pulling this kinda shit,” he continued. upon hearing that, she stood up too, asking what he meant. “you heard what i said. friendship’s over. i’m done,” he simply shrugged. even as he watched her expression change to confusion and anger, he couldn’t help thinking how cute she was when she scrunched up her nose at him. maybe that was why he enjoyed pushing her buttons so much since they were little.

just as ella grabbed her towel and turned to storm off, levi reached for her wrist, pulling her back. “listen up smelly ellie ‘cause i’m only gonna say this once,” he started. taking a deep breathe, he finally told her what he’d been wanting to tell her since presley and lenny’s birthday party. “i don’t wanna be friends anymore because i like you and i wanna date you. if you don’t feel the same way, then forget i said anything and we can just go back to… whatever that was.” looking down at her, he tried to read her expression and when she didn’t reply right away, he joked, “so now you wanna shut up.” running his hand through his hair again, levi decided… what the hell? then he leaned down and kissed her. and as ella kissed him back, he couldn’t help but smile. maybe he should’ve broken up with her a long time ago.

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💭 albert @ georgia

💭 a thought albert fitz had about georgia allie (#geobert).

“i’m pregnant.”

that was not what fitz had expected allie to say when she pulled him aside to speak privately. he didn’t know what he had expected her to say to him actually, but definitely not that. his mind just went absolutely blank as everything around them went silent, despite being in the middle of the emergency room. he tried to read her face, examining it for any sign that she was just messing with him, or testing him. because that was what they did, wasn’t it? with fitz and allie, it was always a game of trying to prove who cared less when in reality, they both cared. as much as she may try to play off that she didn’t, he knew that she did. so would she really joke about this?

fitz opened his mouth as if to say something when his pager went off. so instead, only a sigh came out of his mouth as he read from the tiny device. “i’m sorry, i have to go scrub in for surgery now,” he tried to explain, but she was already shrugging him off like it was nothing. the timing wasn’t great, but what was he supposed to do? just as he wanted to tell her that they would talk later, she had already turned to leave with patrick, so he too left.

the entire way up to the OR, a million thoughts went through his mind. holy shit, i’m going to be a dad. am i ready to be a dad? what the hell do i know about raising a kid? is this really happening? distracted by his thoughts, he didn’t realize he’d already made it to the OR until the attending called his name. “fitzgerald, i said, why aren’t you scrubbed in yet?” shaking his head, fitz snapped out of it, as he glanced from the sink to the attending behind the surgical mask.

“earth to fitz, hello??” what the hell was he doing? he shouldn’t be here right now, he should be with allie. maybe he would regret his decision later, but right now, he needed to go find allie. “i’m sorry, dr. torres. i gotta go,” he stammered before quickly turning on his heel and running out into the hallway. pulling out his phone, he dialled allie’s number as he hurried back down to the emergency room. it didn’t matter that he was missing out on a cool surgery for this. it didn’t matter that being a dad this early on wasn’t a part his plan. it didn’t matter that he had no idea if he was ready for this. only one thought mattered, as he got into his car to drive to allie’s apartment - there’s no one but allie that i’d rather do this with.

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