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in 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 and they can't 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 .ᐟ farsgone is a highly selective and private writing blog based in little rose, a small town in nevada that houses some of the sweetest, and not so much, characters. loved by taylor, twenty five, est time. low activity. plot heavy. mature themes present. twenty one plus only. muses under the cut. open starters available to all, but please do not follow first.
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with every click of her heels against marble , anger mounts until it's pouring out as smoke from her ears . out of anybody he could have brought , he chose his ex girlfriend . it's a direct slap to her face and it stings . oh boy , does it sting . isn't sure she's ever felt this out of sorts , her fingers trembling as they're shoving open the bathroom door and locking herself in one of the stupidly fancy stalls . she hates this place , and the people here , and this ridiculous red dress clinging to her skin with memories that she wants to rip from her skull . no pun intended . forms three lines on the toilet paper dispenser with her credit card , grabbing the rolled up twenty she shoved in her purse earlier and bending until every last bit is stuffed safely inside petite nose . but it isn't enough — she needs more , and she left her flask with fucking enzo . rights herself , sniffs , and then she's opening the door — caramels colliding with blues like a freak accident . four injured , five air lifted by a helicopter . " oh , fuck no . " growls and she's about to storm past him until he's crowding her like a cave man . swears she could kill him with her bare hands . " nice tie — don't remember it being so perfectly color coordinated last time i saw it around my wrists . she know that it's used ? " tone is dangerously conversational , as if she isn't seconds from detonating and taking this whole place down with her . " oh . i'm sorry , baby .. don't remember agreeing to an interrogation . maybe you should go look for an answer between your date's loose thighs . a place i'm sure you're real familiar with . " garnishes it with a sugary sweet upturn of her lips and she's tilting her head and nodding towards the door , " now , move the fuck out of my way . my date's waiting for me . "
wasn't a single muscle in his body that didn't beat red, an adrenaline filled anger that could only be mustered up when this fucking girl was involved. yeah, he brought his very well known and liked ex - girlfriend to this thing. it didn't look good — the nauseatingly obvious paired attire made it look even worse. and he knew that, but didn't really have enough brain matter to dwell on it, and instead focused on the future dead man that stood next to her. “ so fuckin' cute, and so fuckin' stupid to think i give a fuck about him waiting on you. ” and doesn't move a single muscle against the door, in fact, arm reaches behind and turns the lock, gaze burnt directly into hers and didn't plan on leaving any time soon. “ you wanna bitch about her? really? green isn't a good color on you, eden. ” as if his features didn't glow the exact same shade, only darker, considering the underlying hatred that boiled between him and her date for the better half of adult years. needed a drink, hell, needed the orange pill bottle that rested in his console for this conversation, and had to personally kick himself for only breaking one instead of two. “ an' i'm not with her right now, am i? no, i'm trying to figure out why the fuck you decided spreading your legs for that son of a bitch was a great call. ” and the rage he'd been trying to mask was cracking through the surface, and damn it if he didn't have the strength to keep it in check. jaw clenches, fingers tighten and dig into flesh enough to draw blood, and he pounds slightly on the door to attempt to release some of that castle bloodline anger. “ how long, huh? how fuckin' long you been fucking him? ” and another pound hits the door, teeth gritting hard enough to break, “ and you can spit all your sarcastic comments until you're blue in the face cause frankly — ” and he's laughing, his go to response when he's about to blow into oblivion, head tilting as a crack of his neck echoes the space, “ i got all fucking night to stand here and listen to 'em until you answer me. ”
he's wearing the tie . the blue fucking tie , the same one he used to — she needs a drink . no , a line . no , she needs five drinks and exactly three lines , and she needed them five minutes ago . and to make matters worse , he's with her , and they're matching . color coordinated , a perfectly tailored couple , and she's never felt smaller or more out of place than she does now . sure , she came on the arm of someone else , enzo palanti , a guy that she'd been seeing on and off for years ( mostly off during her time with johnny ) . and okay , yeah , she did it for a reaction . but he came with his ex girlfriend — or , perhaps , his current girlfriend ? may not be the only one he reconciled with upon his return . thought in itself makes her heart plummet to the fancy marble floor and her stomach coil into a million tiny knots , and she's abruptly ripping her gaze away . she's going to be sick . " i'm going to go freshen up . " lies , and it's such an obvious one considering they quite literally just walked through the door , but she doesn't care . doesn't stick around to wait for her date's response , already fumbling through her purse blindly and side - stepping others in her haste to find somewhere to lay out white substance . if she sticks around a second longer to watch the happy couple , she's either going to puke all over someone's thousand dollar shoes or break a champagne flute and shove it in someone's neck . isn't sure which would be the worst outcome at this rate , but at least she'll be high when she returns .
had already used his fair share of substances tonight to try and push through, and this, seemed to knock every single one of them from his bloodstream. seeing another man linked next to her was suffering enough, but fucking hell — for her to walk in with enzo palanti? could've stuck a knife clean in his abdomen and it would've stung less. son of a bitch had always made it his mission to push every button he had, as did his father, who was on an ongoing legal battle with daddy dearest that's trailed through litigation for years. apple doesn't fall far, as enzo always had one goal in his life : steal every bit of stability that johnny castle had. fire engulfed in his veins as his eyes burn into edens, so much so that a high pitched ow ! was heard next to him as his gaze then shifts to maya, then down to her arm that now had a dark fingerprint indent that was sure to leave a bruise later that night. doesn't say anything, but pulls grip away and lets hand fall to his side, stretching digits and he moves head back to the scene of the crime. suddenly that familiar red dress, the one that he'd meticulously hand picked as his personal apology and thank you, was gone. and so was enzo. fuck. instantly straightens stance and hears something from maya about hello . . earth to johnny . . but he's not listening, too busy searching every square inch for that fucking dress. a clap in his face shifts him towards her, dark gaze filling her look, “ i gotta go. just — i'll be back. ” even if something told him he definitely wouldn't be. turns frame and doesn't give her a moment to rebut before he's walking deeper into the building, and then into a dark hallway that led to the bathrooms. heart pounds at the idea of them together, in one of them, and afraid of what he'd do if he saw it. shifts down just as a bathroom door is opened, meeting face to face with dark tresses and that fucking dress, and much to his relief, she's alone. “ fuck no — get the fuck back in there. ” and he's walking towards her, continuing until they're both inside the dimly lit marble covered room, and he's shutting the door, leaning body against it to where neither could flee. “ nice dress . . remember buying it, but don't really remember the small dick motherfucker coming with it as an accessory. ” and he's trying to be calm, but when it comes to her : it was practically impossible. “ the fuck you doin' with him? ”
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“ i don’t think i heard you the first time. ” fingers flirt with the collar of their top. the femme’s lashes fluttering just as she looks into their eyes. “ speak up a little louder for me, please. i think you just admitted to something but i didn’t catch what it was. ”
knew his first mistake was finding himself in such close quarters with her, elephant in the room begging to let itself known, as it always had when they were concerned. except this time, dean decided to give her a little piece of the puzzle. “ if you didn't hear it the first time, 'm afraid i can't repeat it. ” and eyes are already giving her the answer without even speaking, “ anyone could come in and hear. can't have that on my reputation. ”
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“ just, uh, out of pure curiosity ... what do you remember about last night ? ”
“ it's . . vague. ” is all she can muster up, casually taking a drink of her water that sat on the side table as she was still fighting the hangover that would bring the best down to their knees. “ i'm — pretty sure i made out with someone, though. ” lingers on every word, brain circling through patched memories. “ was you there? god, did i completely embarrass myself? ”
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“ well, aren’t you a fucking peach. ” hand damn near crushing the red plastic cup in her hand. “ it’s been a week since we’ve broken up and you’ve got her hanging off of your damn arm ? ”
can't mask the smile that stretched against his features when green monster came with a vengeance, “ careful, corrine. treading into caring territory. ” and since he chose to bring blonde tonight simply to unleash a reaction, quickly realized his plan was working well in his favor. “ she's nice, you know. i can introduce you. ”
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“ yeah — no, yeah! of course i remember you. ” reaches arm out to balance on the back of the bar stool, having to stabilize her fully sober mind in remembrance of her last encounter with familiar blonde locks that stood only a few inches from her, “ cora has told me so many, great things. ” glances over at femme that was dangerously close, and iris fears cora could hear the increasing heartbeat in her chest. notices cora inching further away and heartbeat increases even more, gaze quickly shifting from the trailing bodies that inches further away, “ i've gotta — i'm gonna go over here with her. i'll see you around. ”
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would rather step on broken glass rather than be at this event, navy suit practically constricting every sense male had. only saving grace was the milligrams that he'd chased down his throat with one of the many perfectly prepared cocktails that sat on the serving table in the kitchen. figured he could shake some hands, smile like the picture perfect family the castles were : then sneak out without a trace. could hold back his breath for an hour, and then, could drown it in between the thighs of a particular dark haired femme that had heavenly fell back into his lap. tilted head back as cocktail burns down his throat, gaze dizzying ever so slightly as he straightens his stance and sits empty glass with the waiter that so happily walked by, turning head as a chipper blue dress falls next to his frame, “ what happened to me pickin' you up? ” asks, his fathers meticulous plan already falling to shambles. she spits some bullshit about her makeup but male isn't listening : instead, gaze lands on intoxicating red dress that decided to make a surprised appearance. and he doesn't pay too close attention when his heart beat races, flexing digits that rested at his side when she comes closer to his view. almost sends an excuse maya's way to break the space completely, give himself some reprieve from his neck breaking party — but just as he takes a step closer, just as their gazes lock in a heated flame : realizes the figure that's standing too close to her, to simply be a coincidence. the same figure that's been on the tail end of some of his darkest moments. “ oh, this is not fucking happening. ”
