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𖥻 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 ﹏ a highly selective and mutual exclusive independent multi - muse blog with low to medium activity. penned and adored by 𝒎𝒊𝒂 ꒰ twenty9, they / she, filipino, est ꒱. mature themes & topics will be present on this blog.
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I’M PULLING MY HEAD OUT OF MY ASS TOMORROW AND DOING REPLIES ! might even post a starter call :3
disappeared for like a week but we are going to come back soon <3 anyone down for some back & forths ? something short ? angsty and / or smutty perhaps ? text message prompts from here maybe ?
but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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got yelled at on rivals so i will be here . . . anyone want anything short to do back and forths with ???? angsty, smutty, whatever we’re in the mood for tbh
should she have went this far as to come here, declare her undying affection for him and damn near not take no for an answer? anyone else probably wouldn't have. but she knew him, and knew this thing between them was something that she simply couldn't tear herself away from. and she wasn't certain that they would live blissfully in love for the rest of time : in fact, knew that this wouldn't be easy in any sense of the word. he was right, they were different, and that ultimately will come back to shift their relationship. not because of her, but because of the heavy baggage that she trailed behind her thousand dollar heels. but he was inching towards her, giving into temptation just as she always did when they were together : each worry and dread of their future was wiped clean from her mind. admission floods her senses and brows furrow, trickle of water threatening to fill irises blinked away, as the fear of him giving her the dreaded denial is pushed to the other corner of the earth. sucks in a quiet breath, hand reaching up to the back of his neck just as his intoxicating touch is brushed against her chin. “ i don't care about any of it. ” and she's pulling tall stance closer to her, mere centimeters away from damning them both, “ i want you, atlas. ” breathes out against him, blinking down towards parted brims before shifting back up to his sight, “ and i don't want you to ever let me go. ” truth is met with a beat of silence as her own brims part slightly, head tilting, lips hovering over his own as she waits, painfully lets him make the final decision, their breath mixed together as fingers dig deeper against his skin, “ please. ”
he was hers. there was no point in trying to push back on the idea of them being together. they were inevitable. no matter how hard his mind was pushing him to let her go, to watch her walk away and meet someone much better than him ——- his heart begged him not to. pleaded with him to go against every instinct in his body that he had to run from her. so here he was. feet planted wherever jolene was, walking beside or hell, even behind her. as long as he was with her, his heart would be at peace. because for the longest time, atlas had no idea what his future looked like. figured it was made up of exactly what he was doing now: foreman for the ranch, enforcer for those in his crew that step out of line, and a keeper of secrets. the life of a cowboy. now his future was still unknown but it looked brighter because of her. thumb caresses the tender cheek of the brunette, studying her features and committing them to memory. the soft slope of her nose to the plushness of her lips. the same ones that he catches with his own. he was home. lips slowly move against hers, pulling her body flush to his. hands finding the small of her back. the desperation he felt to have her as close to him as possible. “ you don’t have to beg me, jo. never again. ” with eyes still closed, lips just a space apart. “ you have me. always. ” lips find hers once more ——- hungrier, needier.
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triggers; alcohol, body image, food, kissing, violence
question lingers in the air of why he exactly decided to let the night play out like this, instead of simply showing up alone and hoping he'd steal a glance from dark haired femme that unfortunately occupied the majority of his mind as of late. figured he would be guaranteed that glance, or now more, and even if the time between them now was met with disdain and frustration : at least he could go home tonight and say that he got a flicker of her time. “ please, corrine. don't give me that — not when your ex-boyfriend is standing right over there, ready to rescue you. ” glances behind her to the male that was staring daggers in his direction, to which travis was eagerly returning. glances then, to the blonde that accompanied him tonight, who was definitely eyeing the random across the room. “ me an' her aren't in caring territory, either. it's a party, sweetheart. let your shoulders relax for a bit. ” could at least act as if it bothered him, but was an impossible concept, not when the only one that drew a reaction from him was only a few inches away. leans frame against the wall and he's looking at her, pushing out a gentle sigh, “ isn't it obvious? i wanted to see you. ” and who exactly it was obvious to, he wouldn't be answering that question. instead, distracts the meaning behind it with one of his own, “ and why'd you come over here to me? ”
eyes flicker over to her ex standing a few feet away from them, just far enough not to hear what they were saying but close enough to know there was tension going on between the two. for starters, corrine had a decent friendship going on with said ex though she’d like to keep her distance from him. she wondered if he thought that there was still a chance for a rekindling of some sort. not that it mattered, she wasn’t going to go back to him. her feelings were only platonic towards him. which she’s made crystal clear to travis numerous times. “ forgot what having friends was like ? or are you scared that he’ll whisk me away and i’ll somehow fall in love with him again ? ” she snapped back at him. “ don’t tell me what to fucking do. ” the femme walks pass him, throwing her cup in the garbage. doing practically anything to preoccupy herself while he was in her vicinity. her laugh goes off again and the longer she has to listen to her squeaky laugh, the more irate she became. “ cup’s empty. i don’t want to drink anymore. ” words gritted out, jaw basically hardening in place. why was she explaining herself to him ? “ you wanted to see me ? and then what ? ” she turns to face him, corners of her lips turned downward now. “ make me look like an idiot by making me watch you walk in here with her on your arm ? to see me look hurt and miserable because i ——- ” words fail her in that moment. mouth shuts as face turns abruptly to look away from him.
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smile dances against her brims when the news that she already knew was admitted against him, and has to fight it back as her lips fall in a straight line, glossed brims mixing together. “ wait a second — it was you?! ” chooses to continue her charade, since the sight of his nervous antics was just too adorable for her to ignore. remembers the kiss, surprisingly considering the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. although, has an idea that a touch of brims with him wasn't something that even the strongest liquor could make her forget. good, was the understatement of the century. “ i swore to myself that when we kissed, i would be sober. ” emphasizes on the word when, knowing just how tension filled their recent conversations had been. “ so, it was good? that's it? ” tilts her head, searching his face for a sign that she needed to keep lips locked, “ must've lost my touch. ”
disbelief etched into his features. she knew this entire time. this entire charade was done to see him sweat, and it absolutely did. he swore that his heart fell into the deepest pit of his stomach, thinking to himself that a kiss was stolen. the kiss last night was the best one he’s ever had. soft, plush lips pressed against his, hungry for one another ——- the feeling forever engraved into his memories. “ when we . . . kissed ? ” it felt like his head was going to explode from information overload. she wanted this: to kiss him while she was sober. it wasn’t just by mistake that they both leaned into the kiss, accepted what was happening between the two. damn near sealing their fates with just one kiss. “ i didn’t want to make myself sound too eager about the kiss since someone decided to pretend they couldn’t remember . . . ” whatever he was doing to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips was absolutely failing. kit was never the type to hide his feelings easily. “ i mean, you could always try again. maybe kiss me this time since i kissed you last night. ”
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right here in front of him was his biggest temptation, one that he'd fought away for longer than he'd care to admit : although, it seemed as if no matter how much he tried to pull, made the push towards her even more sinister. drifts down to pouted lip, earning a gentle tug of his own and he delicately places a hand atop glowing skin on her thigh, “ you act like this is new information, sweetheart. ” words hint towards an exit but he's trailing pads of fingers further up, resting just below the zone he needed to stay very far away from. there's an unfamiliar softness in his gaze as she speaks again, a hint of a smile etched against his features as his drifts down towards the dangerous closeness they found themselves in, “ softness is weakness, t. ” and it was that simple, raising back up to her as the dim light shines against each feature perfectly. “ i should go. before that weakness breaks down even more. ”
the fact that he was touching her instead of pushing her away was a step in the right direction. at least, that’s what she pieced together in her mind. a delusion she’d push even further with her nails gently scratching the base of his neck. “ only to those who don’t deserve your softness. it could be something powerful if you just let it. ” she needed him to touch her more, to stay with her for a little longer. words didn’t need to be exchanged, they could just simply show one another how the other felt. it’d be a secret just for the two of them to know. “ do you really have to go ? can’t you spare a girl a few seconds to give her a kiss ? ” the hand behind his neck slowly brings him closer to her, her face ascending to meet his; lips barely touching. just one last temptation before she reluctantly has to let him go. “ please ? ” if there was one thing about tatum, she wasn’t above begging.
she's right , he had let her go — but not because he stopped loving her . never that . no , she's only going to be in constant danger if her name is attached to his .. he had to sever ties to protect her . however , never expected her to move on so quickly and right under his nose . makes him wonder if what they had meant anything to her at all , or was he another stop along the way to mr. right ? " you think this is what i wanted , cel ? it fuckin' kills me seeing you with somebody else and you know that . i know you do . don't act like letting you go wasn't the hardest thing i've ever done . " glances down the finger jabbed into taut pecs and immediately , hand is flying out to wrap around her wrist , and drag her closer . a selfish act , because no amount of proximity felt like enough when he knows she's curled up in another man's bed at the end of every night . it makes his goddamn eye twitch with disdain . " i know ! " his voice raises in frustration and he's quick to take a deep breath , to regulate the fire replacing the blood in his veins . " i know that . i know this is all my fault . i don't need you reminding me . " shouldn't have approached her , should have let sleeping dogs lie and walked away . but how ? any time she nears , there's a tug in his chest pulling him into her orbit — how the hell does he just turn that off ? there isn't an off switch when it comes to her . " i want you stop lyin' to me and lyin' to yourself . " jaw tightens at the sight of salt spilling down her cheeks , thumb reaching to gently brush beneath her eyes and wipe them away . he's such a piece of shit . " i still love you . " as if that much wasn't clear . " my heart is still yours . " and then he's dragging her palm remaining in his grasp to press over the left side of his chest , " are you gonna pretend that means nothing to you , too ? "
“ you don’t get to go around and act all high and mighty, ace. what the hell do you even mean by this isn’t what you wanted ? you ended things with me ! it was hard ? then why did you fucking do it ? why did you break my heart into a million pieces ? ” it felt pointless to continue arguing with him when all it did was leave them running in circles. just where did he get off by saying all of this to her ? each word uttered pushed the knife deeper and deeper into her heart until it was fully at the hilt. for weeks, she has dreamed of him to call her his favorite one last time. to come back to her and forget everything that‘s happened between the two of them. though, that fantasy felt further away with each day that passed. the house she built for them in her mind, the one where they lived happily, burned to the ground. and along with it was the version of celeste that yearned for him. with his hand wrapped around her wrist, voice raised at her. eyes blow wide open, her body flinching. what was meant to be a comforting gesture to wipe away her tears, make her feel safe in his presence was washed away by ash. a sob escapes her, the emotions she’s fought so hard to keep locked away flooded her nervous system. “ it means everything ! but that is why i can’t do this with you. ” a harsh breath is sucked into her lungs, trying to bring life back into her but instead it was misery thrashing in it’s place. “ you made me feel invisible for weeks. all i wanted was to be wrapped in your arms and be told that you loved me. for weeks . . . i waited for you but you never came. ” hands balled up into fists weakly crash into his chest like she was throwing a tantrum. each thump punctuating her last eight words. “ you want me to stop lying but the truth hurts me more than i can even begin to describe. and you’ve hurt me enough. you don’t deserve my truths anymore. ”
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the long stretch of silence says more than lips ever could and with every second that passes , she reverts more and more within her shell . shouldn't have said anything — was already such a rarity to dip her toes into this territory , and quickly realized that there's a reason she hadn't . she isn't cut out for this . and clearly , making this an exclusive deal isn't something he wants . " nevermind , actually . " cuts in while he stumbles and face plants over nervous appendage . " no , you're right . it was stupid — just think i'm tired , or whatever . sorry . " turns away from the vanity , fingers curled around its edge behind her back as she faces him , expression strategically schooled to hide her emotions . years of a practiced skill . " we should .. keep doing what we've been doing , no reason to fix something that isn't broken . but i — " clears her throat , straightening her spine , " i think we should start sleeping with other people , too . that way , this doesn't happen again . "
he could feel her disconnecting from this conversation with each word. every single one of them razor sharp and aimed at his heart. his own insecurities holding him back from something that could be good. all he needed to do was to take the leap . . . and bring down the walls that she’s currently building. defeat sank lower and lower into his gut. take a leap of faith or lose this incredible person to another ? “ yves . . . ” shoulders sag before hands drop whatever item of clothing was in his hand. “ i’m scared. not of you, not of us. which sounds crazy considering that you think i don’t want you. ” feet shift over so that he was at her side to kneel by her, eyes looking up at her. “ i’m scared you might see sides of me that would ruin your version of me. and i know it sounds like excuses . . . but god, yves, i’m scared of losing you and it sounds like there’s a chance no matter what i do. ” his throat felt like it was closing up, his anguish stepping closer and closer to make itself known. but his gaze remains on her, hand reaching for hers. “ don’t shut me out, baby. and i won’t either. ”
