told me i'm in the wrong town

felix valdez. 38. treasurer for the wicked wolves. freelance tattooer.

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💌 Felix

ADELITA: Now I'm starting think of Faith turning 8 and I'm gonna cry because I'm NOT READY

ADELITA: I don't think that's too old, though. You can watch whatever you want whenever you want!! You can totally watch it now too. No judgment... sort of 👀

ADELITA: are you calling me dumb 👀

FELIX: i know what you mean. baby bro just turned 18 two weeks ago. time fucking flies, dude.

FELIX: not 2 disappoint or nothin but i don't think i'm going to watch barney

FELIX: i said no such thing

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Felix, while generally not caring about rivalries or simmering tensions—for, despite the treaty, things were certainly tense—sometimes couldn’t stand these arrogant assholes who made up the Disciples. They thought they were so much better than the Wolves, and for what? Big-fucking-whoop, they’re old. Out with the old and in with the new, that was Felix’s motto these days—tradition could get fucked. 

Finally having enough of the bar overrun by members of the other gang, Felix got up with a loud scrape of his chair, walking towards the door and getting cut off by someone. “Get out of my way,” he said coolly, staring them down easily. “Or things are about to get nasty. Quick.”

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Felix had definitely been getting into trouble his whole life. He spent more time out of school, getting into shit, rather than in school when he was a teenager. When he got older, he just got more organized about his less-than-legitimate endeavors, more sneaky. He knew that if he could just keep a low profile, then he wouldn’t get caught. He never kept anything written down, never left a trail of what he was doing, never allowed himself to be associated with the more unsavory aspect of their business. It was important, as the one of the few people who could give a legitimate paper trail as to the Wolves’ criminal enterprises, that he maintain some level of distance from the main mischief of the club. Still, that didn’t stop him from attracting plenty of police suspicion, and that night was no different. “What? Is walking illegal now, too?” he asked. He was on his way back from a club meeting, and it had been infuriating, and the last thing he wanted was to get into shit with the cops, too. “Fuck off, pig, I’m not saying shit.” 

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cxrlymxrris‌:

“What do I do now that you cracked the code on my fake date?” Carly sighed, she knew he’d figure it out. They knew each other like the palms of their hands after all these years. Carly could never fool Felix, and oddly it was something she was just fine with. “Oh, you’re the one harping on me about proper tattoo aftercare. This is how you reward me for finally listening?” She scoffed teasingly. “Are you done yet?  I wanna see!” Carly sighed impatiently. 

“Just admit defeat,” he replied. “You know that you can’t keep anything from me, so you might as well stop trying.” First and foremost, they were friends, regardless of the sex, and that was why things worked so well. There wasn’t the initial romance and then some awkward stage of friendship then some will-they-won’t-they. It was just a friendship with a few added benefits that Felix certainly didn’t mind. He handed her a small mirror so she could view her back in the reflection of the large mirror propped up against the wall. “This might be my favorite one I’ve done for you yet. So, know if you don’t like it, you’re not getting the friends and family discount anymore.”

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delaisms‌:

@felixvcldez​ — alright, fess up. 

location: Scorpion Studios time: one in the afternoon

Delaney yawned as she trudged from the kitchen back to her bedroom with a mug of hot coffee held in desperation. Remnants of makeup from the night before had been smudged around her eyes and lips from the drunken failed attempt to go to bed. As much of a morning person as the lawyer claimed to be a hangover really did beat out the alarm on her iPhone every time. Which had been put on snooze for what felt like the hundredth time when the clock struck noon. That was also around the time the coffee cup fell the ground followed by a shrill shriek. Her poor neighbor Axel. Delaney stared at her reflection in the mirror in horror, shock really. What was that? On the left side of her ribs was a tattoo. A fresh tattoo clearly by the way it was covered and the pain. God the pain. That wasn’t just a hangover that was needlepoint pain. “Oh fuck.”

Her actions were predictable after that. Well, for someone who just found out they got a tattoo with no memory of it anyway. She studied the flower tattoo with what was that Russian? for several minutes before it was covered back up when she got dressed. Then came the hunt for clues but there was only one tattoo parlor she had seen in town.

Which was exactly how Delaney ended up at Scorpion Studios with her anger directed towards the wrong poor unfortunate soul in front of her. Did this guy even work there? “No, sit down I was here yesterday. Don’t you lie to me like that. I was in here,” she persisted. “I know it. How else did I get a fucking huge tattoo,” alright, it wasn’t that big but bigger than anything a sober Delaney would have wanted, “on my side? Huh?” 

Felix was no stranger to drunk tattoo requests, and because he was usually in his little storefront studio late at night, sketching or doing his work for the Wolves on the down low, people came in after nights out at the bar, desperate for some ink—bad ink, usually. Felix never actually gave people the shitty designs they drunkenly talked about themselves, but instead would take the core of the idea and do something new. Usually, it turned out better than anything the client might have asked for, and Felix had more fun that way. Anyway, they were often too drunk to notice or care that it was not what they had asked for initially—as long as it turned out good, that was all either they or Felix could ask for. Felix considered himself an artist, after all—and he wasn’t going to turn out shitty work. 

Despite not actually working there, he was actually friends with most of the artists over at Scorpion Studies, simply because tattooers tended to stick together so they could exchange client horror stories and give each other feedback on their art. It was a somewhat insular community, one that Felix was certainly grateful for. So, he was sitting in Scorpion that afternoon, just a few blocks away from his little half-apartment, half-studio, half-office, half-whatever space that he had when Delaney burst in. 

He recognized her immediately when she walked in, but didn’t say anything, letting the receptionist flounder when she was yelled at for a moment before he stood up and took over. “I’m the one who tattooed you. And it wasn’t here, it was down the street.” A smirk lifted at the corner of his lips. “What’s the matter, darlin’? Regretting your drunken decisions? Because this one is not exactly one you can undo easily.” 

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libbyfm‌:

𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒐  𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆  𝒂𝒔  she  settles  into  a  lean  on  the  bar  top  ,  hands  tucking  into  the  pockets  of  her  jeans  with  a  slight  smile  .     ❝          double  pay  would  be  nice  ,  but  you  see  ,  i  own  the  place  ,  a  pay  doesn’t  really  come  my  way  unless  it’s  for  the  bar  .  ❞     though  of  course  ,  profits  were  easily  made  each  &  every  night  at  la  luna  .     ❝  to  be  completely  honest  with  you  ,  i  don’t  think  i’ve  met  anyone  too  creepy  that  comes  in  here  .  ❞  

“oh, shit, i didn’t realize i was talkin’ to the boss. well, that changes everything. you should be treatin’ yourself for taking care of this whole place on your own.” of the two places to get a drink in town, both were equally boring to felix, if he was being honest, but that wasn’t any fault of the establishments themselves, but instead of the people who went to them. charming itself was starting to bore him, but it wasn’t like he could see himself living anywhere else. “thank god for the small things, i guess.”

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💌 Felix

ADELITA: WHAT !! DID YOU NOT SEE BARNEY?? LIKE EVER??

ADELITA: I mean okay I only watched it when I had Faith but I thought he was like a worldwide phenomenon omg

ADELITA: Baby Bop's super sweet but.... kind of.... airheaded. She's got a big heart though??? I like to think I'm not... airheaded. AM I BABY BOP?? 👀

ADELITA: BJ's kinda impulsive but he always puts his loved ones first and it made me think of you 🥰

FELIX: i honestly think the first time i saw a television set i was 8

FELIX: which i feel is too old for barney

FELIX: is it mean of me to say you might be baby bop

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💌 Felix

Adelita: I'm watching Barney with Faith and has anybody ever told you that you give off big B.J. vibes?

Adelita: NOT THE DIRTY KIND I'M SORRY THAT'S HIS NAME 😅

Adelita: You think I give off Baby Bop vibes?

Adelita: ..............can you tell how sleepy I am?

FELIX: i understood maybe 75% of what you said

FELIX: who is baby bop

FELIX: do you want to give off baby bop vibes

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dianaknowles‌:

Diana did enjoy the back and forth. It was exciting, thrilling her every sense, and it reminds her why she even continues to interact with the people of Charming, especially the town’s notorious club members. Perhaps this much is obvious, but Diana was never one to settle. You’ll never see her within a home surrounded by a little white picket fence, feeding the babies and waiting for her husband to come home from work. No, she was the husband. She was the home. It’s why interactions with people like Felix ignite her so vigorously. They were the anti-typical. Flirtatious, a little rude, and taboo. She liked that and she preferred it. 

A laugh escapes her then, the sound soon paired with a shake of her head. She crosses her legs then, rolling out her ankle a tad. The high heels she was constantly sporting were killer. But she’d rather deal with a painful ankle than look less than presentable. Her gaze remains glued to Felix, “Don’t you get bored?” She questions, the hint of a smirk now gracing her done-up expression. “I hate feeling bored,” Diana declares, putting emphasis on the word hate. It was true, actually. She was a woman who constantly needed to be busy or else she’d simply crumble. It’s why she’s always working, to distract from a bigger picture and to keep herself busy. She never wanted to falter.

When he’s seemingly rejecting the young dancer, Diana can’t help the subtle shock that cascades across her expression. “And here I thought you club members liked having whatever you wanted. It’s nice to see a moment of dignity.” She teases, moving to rest a hand on the table that divides them. “What’s your type, sweetheart?” Diana questions, knowing damn well it’s her. But she enjoyed the chase. “We’ve got plenty of dancers over at Mayhem..”

If Felix was being totally honest, he was getting tired of Charming. He had grown up in a good-sized city, where his stomping grounds extended far beyond the distance between the borders of Charming and there were far more people there who didn’t size him up like a piece of meat. Everyone in Charming was always trying to get into everyone’s business, and while his neighborhood was like that back home, when he got tired of it, he could just leave la villita and find somewhere else to pull shit (because, as a teenager and a young adult, he had always been pulling shit). 

Still, Charming was better than anywhere else he could think of, and he had a steady job here and people who would give a shit if he disappeared or something happened to him. That was enough, he supposed, to sustain him for the foreseeable future. Maybe he’d check in with himself again after another 15 years. “I can handle a little boredom. Boredom’s what got me this place.” He gestured vaguely around them. He had given up tattooing when he came to Charming, but now, he was back in full swing—all because he needed something to occupy the hours. “Yeah? I never would have guessed,” he teased. No one worked that hard without being averse to free time. Felix could tell that about her just by the way she walked—with a purpose, like she owned the street she was walking on. It was part of what he found alluring. 

He raised an eyebrow, looking over at the younger woman again before back at Diana. “Well, just because I can have anything doesn’t mean I want everything.” Felix shrugged, obviously looking Diana over once before smirking at her. “Leggy brunettes. Who only wear the most impractical heels in a town that doesn’t give a shit about how good they make her look.”

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valentinasvntos‌:

as she was working, valentina was dressed in a thong, a bra and a skimpy, see-through baby doll dress, accompanied by a set of sky high heels. walking around wearing next to nothing would make most women feel self conscious. for valentina, it was the opposite. an ego boost of sorts. she’d gotten off the stage not too long ago, feeling hot as all hell, she walked to the bar and asked for a bottle of water. the devilish grin that welcomed her, when she received the bottle caused her to roll her eyes, yet a smile still graced her lips. felix being relentless in his flirting, was another sort of ego boost for her already big head,  “i’m working, felix”  she nearly sang the words, before taking a sip from her bottle. she sensually wiped a drop of water from her lower lip with her thumb, accompanied by a wink in felix’s direction, intentionally trying to get him riled up. 

“what, you’ve never mixed work with a little pleasure?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her as he leaned up against the bar casually. behind her, he could see some of the other wolves making faces at him and egging him on, but he kept his gaze focused on valentina. he didn’t care if he had the reputation of being the flirt, the lothario, the asshole who couldn’t make up his mind. he liked flirting and he liked spending his time with whoever he pleased whenever he pleased. his eyes flicked down to her mouth, for a second caught off-guard by the gesture before he returned his eyes to hers, his smirk returning to his features. “oh, so we’re using all our dirty tricks tonight? you should have told me. i would have worn the ass-less chaps,” he joked.

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dianaknowles‌:

Princess. Certainly better than Kid, but still enough to make Diana’s gaze narrow. In truth, she did like Felix. He was smarter than most of the bikers she came into contact with. Intelligent, good with numbers, and attractive. Not hard on the eyes whatsoever. That made for an impressive combination in Diana’s eyes, though she won’t make it evident. When was Diana Knowles ever one to show weakness? Her reputation was as well kept as her shiny BMW parked out front.

“If I’m a princess, then what does that make you, baby?” She teases back in return, checking her manicure before sending one long glance back towards her dancer. Just to make sure she was all good and not picking out something hideous. Sure, Diana would support anything she wanted to get tattooed, but she was still one of her dancers and an ugly tattoo just wouldn’t do over at Mayhem Maidens. 

When Diana and Felix settle back into casual conversation, brown eyes avert over to the man, a subtle smile gracing her expression. “Do you like that?” She questions, “You know, having a routine and everything staying the same?” Contrary to popular belief, Diana truly was interested. She was a curious being, always needing to know things. Both because she liked to help and because she was nosy, which made for an interesting combination.

“Oh, yeah. Shiny and new.” Diana says, nodding towards her dancer. “I think she might have a crush on you, honestly. She’s been hounding me about a tattoo but gets shy when I mention you..” Her gaze is cast over the younger woman once more before settling back on Felix, “I don’t blame her. You’re cute, I suppose.”

Felix was an aesthete at heart. He liked beautiful things and he liked beautiful people, and Diana certainly fit into the latter category. He didn’t try to take himself too seriously, didn’t try to hard to be someone he wasn’t. He was a flirt and he was flighty and he liked to get himself into little messes just to see if he could get himself out. He liked to push his relationships as far as they could go, if only because he thought that pushing buttons was the best way to get at the core of someone. Whether or not that was actually true was up for debate. 

He paused, tilting his head to the side. “The token kingdom scoundrel?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. The nice thing about having these kinds of conversations with Diana is that she had no trouble keeping up with Felix, who tended to get bored of people who were not as quick-witted as he was. He always wanted to make sure that he was fully interested in whatever interaction he was having. It would be a disservice to both parties if he wasn’t. 

A shrug lifted his shoulders. “I can’t complain.” Felix did like having a routine. He was particular about his space, particular about his daily life—he liked things to be precisely how he wanted them. He was controlling in specific ways. The routine he had settled into here felt natural, and that was what he had been looking for when he came to Charming. “It’s better than not knowing what’s coming next.” 

He grinned, glancing over to the other woman again, catching her gaze and watching her blush and look away from Felix. “Cute? I was hoping, for like—macho. Manly. Tough.” He couldn’t help but snicker at himself, though, loving the idea of someone admiring him from afar. “It’s too bad I’m not a cradle-robber, I might have hit that,” he added. The other woman was just a little bit too young for Felix’s taste—of the people in the room, he would definitely be more interested in Diana.

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Felix didn’t spend much time around the other Wolves, mostly considering that his work was usually much easier when it was quiet and he could be alone with his thoughts and the figures, but that night, he wanted anything but to be alone with his thoughts, so he instead found himself at Mayhem Maidens with the rest of the crew. As they all split off to do their own things, he knew exactly who he was looking for and made a beeline directly for her, leaning against the bar and grinning devilishly at her. “It’s been exactly 24 hours since you said I should leave you alone. Had enough alone time now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Val. 

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adelitatorres‌:

“Did you just call me a kid?” Adelita asked before letting out a laugh. A lot of people might see the two of them and would definitely expect them not to be friends but Adelita adored Felix, was protective over him even though she and the rest of the world knows he can handle himself, and a simple conversation had blossomed into this loving friendship that Adelita was definitely scared to lose. “I mean, I know I’m tiny but I’m not that tiny,” she said with another soft laugh. “I was actually here to see you. Wanna go grab a bite with me?”

“No, no, I called you kid. Like, you know, Humphrey Bogart or somethin’,” he said, unable to contain his laughter. “Though, you are very tiny.” Felix closed up his binder, picking up his keys from the nearby table and swinging them around his index finger by the keyring. “Please. I’m starving. But, we can’t go to Hale’s, because I already ran into Cree this week, and if she sees me there again, I’m afraid she’s going to not only spit in my food, but yours too.” 

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dianaknowles‌:

One of her girls was begging for a tattoo and she insisted on having Diana take her to get one. This dancer was new, brought in from the streets of Charming young and in need of some help and shelter. At only twenty years old, Diana simply couldn’t turn her away. She was a more than decent dancer, really, and Diana was thankful for that. Like clockwork, the young woman grows attached to Diana, as they all do. Diana was like a mother to them, so she never minded it. She cared for each and every one of them so deeply and that much was obvious.

Diana makes sure to do her rounds before heading out. She checks on the business, the books, and everything in between. That includes the underground porn and escort business. They all still when Diana walks in, knowing they’re being watched and hovered over. Once everything is checked off her list, she takes her new dancer to Felix, Charming’s own bad biker secretary turned tattoo artist. 

“Call me or her kid again and I’ll slit your throat and make it look like an accident,” Diana says sweetly to the Wolves’ secretary upon arrival, “Go on, sweetheart, look around and decide what you want.” She says to her dancer, pulling out a seat for herself. The younger women pads around looking at all the designs, leaving Felix and Diana to discuss amongst themselves. “So,” Diana says, removing her sunglasses and setting down her purse. “How’re things, Felix?”

Felix raised his eyebrows, finding it already way too fun to try and get under Diana’s skin. That was what Felix did best, after all—sometimes, it was surprising to him that the Wolves still kept him around, with how annoying most of the people they worked with found him. However, he was good with numbers (at the end of the day, he was really an accountant) and he was the only one who knew what the books actually said, rather than the way he cooked them to look legitimate, and that was valuable to them. And, frankly, he thought he livened the place up. 

“You know I love it when you talk dirty, princess,” he said, smirking as he laid out a couple of binders with photos of his work. Princess, get it, like Princess Diana? Felix thought he was funny when he first came up with it, though he doubted that anyone else appreciated his joke. Whatever—he was just an under appreciated artist and he was just going to have to live with that until everyone got on his same level. 

Besides, being an ass made sure that people didn’t get too close, and that was exactly what he wanted to avoid. Felix had made plenty of mistakes when he was living in Chicago, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t repeat them. The best way to make sure that he didn’t fall from anyone’s good graces was to never be in their good graces to begin with. “More of the usual,” he said simply. “Not like there’s much going on here to mix things up.” Not that he minded—he liked the routine. “She new?” he asked, glancing over at the younger woman. “Haven’t seen her around before.” 

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cxrlymxrris‌:

“I do find you very hot, I just prefer not to tell you because if that ego gets any bigger you’ll pop.” Carly pointed out. “I plan when I care enough.” She mused with a sigh. Lately, the earliest she’d plan was when her and Felix woke up in the morning and she told him she’d be back the same night. When she was with her ex-fiancee, she planned a lot. He was an accountant and was very timely, so naturally Carly became very timely and precise during their relationship. She hated every second of it and even thought of calling to to thank him for leaving her. “So this tattoo means I can’t be on my back tonight.” Carly sighed, “You know what that means.”

“That’s all I needed to hear. My ego’s ‘bout ready to pop,” he teased, pulling back to take a look at the artwork spiraling out across Carly’s shoulder blade, appraising his own work with a careful eye as he spoke again. “Yeah, and I doubt you care enough about Mr. Martini,” he pointed out before leaning back in to fill in the final shading on the tattoo that now took up a good portion of Carly’s shoulder. “Damn, mami, didn’t know you wanted to talk dirty,” he teased. “That’s going to cost ya extra.” 

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valeryafm‌:

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃  ,  𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐀𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐒  bounced  against  tense  shoulders  ,  she  was  twenty  eight  years  old  &  honestly  ,  having  a  ten  year  old  was  killing  her  .     ❝          oh  he  knows  ,  he  wanted  to  say  hello  .   ❞     she  chuckled  ,  running  her  fingers  through  the  boys  locks  before  shaking  her  head  .     ❝  took  off  in  a  dead  sprint  before  i  could  stop  him  ,  sorry  .  ❞     she  lived  for  the  days  the  boy  simply  wanted  to  laze  around  &  play  video  games  ,  but  today  was  not  one  of  those  days  ,  they’d  been  out  since  early  morning  &  she  was  trying  to  tire  him  out  for  the  babysitter  this  afternoon  before  she  had  to  check  on  her  other  children  dealers  .

Felix couldn’t help but smile his crooked smile as he saw Val’s son, immediately kneeling down so he could give him a high five. “Hey, little man, how you livin’?” he asked, which always made the little boy laugh. Felix, for all his rough edges, loved children—growing up with a bunch of younger siblings and cousins had made him good around children, even if he was a little out of practice, and he missed that. Felix didn’t seem like the type, but he actually loved children—and he took every chance he could to steal a little face time with his friends’ kids. “Thought you were working today,” he said, looking up at Val before he stood, rummaging around in his desk for something. “Or is that later?” He found what he was looking for—a sucker from the stash he usually kept around for himself (they helped him focused when he was working) before offering it to the little boy. “I know why you really wanted to visit, chiquito, come on,” he teased lightly before he took the candy from Felix.