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Nicholas Archibald Farley costello driver. Live fast, die young. *UNDER CO*

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@nickfckingfarley

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RUSSIAN DOLL (2019—)

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role model

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@violetcostello

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Text Message ✉️:  nicholas sparks 🤡

Luca: but do you ever think someone is so fucking hot you just want to get them pregnant

Luca: like thats a human emotion dude

Luca: and if you've never felt that attracted to someone then im SO sorry?????????

Nick: you're a fucking weirdo dude

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Text Message ✉️:  nicholas sparks 🤡

Luca: have you ever wanted to fuck someone so badd you dont even care if they get prengant

Luca: thats me right now

Luca: dude you'd be the best fucking uncle in the world i'm tearing up rn

Nick: dude getting a chick pregnant accidentally is literally my worst nightmare

Nick: wrap it before you tap it

Nick: shut the fuck up bro dont make me cry twice in one night

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Text Message ✉️:  nicholas sparks 🤡

Luca: bitch go g et someone pregnant with me

Luca: you'll be the godfatehr to my kid

Nick: u do u but like im not gonna be anyone's baby daddy any time soon

Nick: aw im honoured dude

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Text Message ✉️:  nicholas sparks 🤡

Luca: i'm sorry the alcohol brings out the truth dude

Luca: we should go out

Luca: i wanna get someone pregnant tonight

[ten minutes later]

Nick: sounds like a party

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Text Message ✉️:  nicholas sparks 🤡

Luca: why are you so fucking ugly dude 😭😭😭😭

Nick: im gonna fucking cry dude why do you hate me so much

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you know he had to

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abel-costello‌:

There was so much to do and so little time but even in the face of a storm, Abel rarely got fazed; the wedding had proven to be a disaster on so many levels and now he was scraping up shit to make sure that their ship wasn’t leaking. With the war coming, the organization can’t afford to have errant soldiers.

He arrived at the garage where most of the vehicles owned by the Costellos were stored; this was just a routine check as he promised Leon– Abel was going through the ranks and that included friends and almost family. Nicholas Farley emerged from under a Mustang, covered in grease; it was what Abel remembered most about the man who was a year older than him, how much Nick loved his fast cars.

“Nicky,” he greeted, nodding at the man in thanks as he accepted the beer. “You missed the wedding,” among other things. “Violet told you what happened?”

“Oh yeah,” Nick replied, taking a swig from his beer bottle. “She gave me all the dirty details. Unless you know something she doesn’t?” he asked, raising a brow. 

The details surrounding Paisley Sinclair’s death were foggy to say the least. From what Nick’s come to gather, no one exactly knows who pulled the trigger. Except for the person who did. 

“I’m just waiting for orders at this point. ‘Til then, as far as I’m concerned, everything’s back to normal.”

“Screwing around until I get a job is my typical MO.”

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Off duty, Nick was at the garage. His shirt was stained with car grease and his brow wet with sweat. This was the best way he could be spending his time. He was getting his hands dirty, listening to loud music that drowned out everything else.

There was a war coming and Nick would stand tall along side fellow Costello soldiers when the time came. He loved to get his hands dirty but he wasn’t one to rock Marcel’s boat. He’d wait to be called to deal with the Sinclairs.

Until then, life would go on as normal; for Nick, not much has changed. Sure, it sucked to see the family he grew up with deal with this mess, but he didn’t have much of a personal stake in it. Well, aside from helping Luca deal with his shit.

He rolled out from underneath his Mustang to grab a towel and a beer when he noticed Abel. He hadn’t heard him walk in over the music. He grabbed his phone and lowered the volume. “What brings you here?” he asked, cleaning off his hands. Nick cracked open a beer from the mini fridge and held one out for Abel. “Want one?”

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@nickfckingfarley

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violetcostello‌:

“I thought you’d wanna wear my dress. I was just thinking of you, dude.” In reality, she couldn’t wait to get out of that dress: it’d felt constricting and bare. Not the beautiful thing she’d fallen in love with at the store. She’d wanted it off, and pronto.

“Plus, everything looks better on me,” she winked, tilting her bottle into his with a clink!

“You think I can squeeze into that thing without ripping it?” he asked with a smirk. “Because I would go try it on if I didn’t think I’d destroy it.” Nick laughed at her remark about everything looking better on her and took a swig. “You’re probably right about that, Sunflower. Boobs make everything look better.”

“You hungry?” he asked, raising a brow. “My fridge is empty but we could order in.”

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violetcostello‌:

“Oh really? Wow, I didn’t realize I was in the company of such a celebrity.” Violet laid a hand against her chest, mouth agape as she leaned away from him. “I can’t believe I didn’t just hop into your bed as soon as I got here!” She poked him in the side, shaking her head, though she was smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m with you on that. Let’s get fucked up, Nicky-boy.”

“I mean, you did bust into my bedroom and steal my clothes. That’s pretty stalker-ish behavior,” he laughed, pulling the second bottle out of the bag Violet brought. If they were gonna get fucked up, they needed to stop sharing. He opened the bottle and gave it to Violet. “One for you, one for me, Sunflower,” Nick said, clinking his bottle against her’s.

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Dear Paisley,

I didn’t really like you but it sucks you’re dead.

Mostly for Luca, though. Don’t really give a shit about much else.

-n.a.f.

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violetcostello‌:

“Archer. Hands down. Fuck that Family Guy nonsense,” she answered, reaching over to steal the bottle once more. By now, she’d stopped taking huge mouthfuls, allowing herself to sip it. That’s what expensive liquor was meant for. Usually. Only something told Violet that a shoot out and a divorce were perfect reasons to forget how to sip.

Violet let herself fully lean into him, her body trembling with a soft chuckle, “Everything isn’t going back to normal and you know it.”

“Fantastic,” he said, putting on the show. “You know, I was actually the inspiration behind Sterling Archer?” Nick winked. “Replace his mommy issues with daddy issues and he’s me to a T.”

“Yeah, but tonight we can pretend like Chicago’s not about to become a battlefield.” Nick wrapped his arm around Violet and sunk further into the couch. Taking the bottle back from her, he took a swig. A big one. “We can prepare for war tomorrow.”