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“  you  can  be  kind  of  uptight  sometimes ,  you  know  that ?  ”   not  the  first  time  she’s  brought  it  up ,  but  their  newest  motel  sucks  and  she’s  bored .   “  is  it  because  your  wife  isn’t  here  to  fuck  the  stress  out  of  you ?  ”     /     @whorifics​

[touchbased]

two  hours  on  the  road  and  she’s  already  one  obscure  oldies  rock  band  song  away  from  losing  her  mind .   “  you  actually  like  this  stuff ?  ”     /     @whorifics​

[touchbased]

he isn't wrong, but he also doesn't know every goddamn thing about her like he might pretend to. "did you ever stop to wonder why i ended things? or am i just some totally irredeemable villain to you now?"

@touchbased / ♡ liked for a starter . based off x .

" you know what ? ---- you're the one who ended it ! "

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stands directly in front of him once the party's died down, a little tipsy but completely aware of what she wants. she's got a wine stain on her dress and he keeps suggesting she change, but nola has a better idea. "you can take it off for me." / @obsesionadas liked for a starter!

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muse :  nola  harris , late  twenties ,  daughter  of  a  crime  boss ,  bisexual . open to :  m / f / nb plot :  your  muse  always  swore  they’d  get  revenge  on  nola’s  father / family  and  now  they’re  finally  getting  it  through  her   (  up  to  mun  what  revenge  means !  ) note :  this  post  was  made  with  legacy  editor .  can  make  the  switch  to  beta  if  needed !

“  so ,  you  found  me .  congrats .  ”   voice  is  unusually  calm  as  she  stands  in  front  of  them ,  frame  leaned  against  the  window .  this  day  was  going  to  come  sooner  or  later ;  wasn’t  much  sense  in  trying  to  deny  it .   “  what’s  the  plan  then ?  you  gonna  cut  of  my  ear  and  mail  it  to  daddy  dearest ?  ”

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she’s  huddled  in  the  corner  of  the  room ,  voice  hushed  and  mind  hyper - aware  of  cris’  sleeping  frame  only  a  few  feet  away .   “  i  already  told  you ,  he  doesn’t  know  anything ,  alright ?  i’ll  keep  trying .  ”     /     @whorifics​

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she waits just outside the door, not wanting to interrupt precious father-son time. not when she's the reason they'll be having far less of it. crosses her arms over her chest as she steps back and nods. "that... okay. that sounds good." please don't go, why are you still here? i hate you, i'll never stop loving you. "he asleep?"

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their   toddler   son   fast   asleep   in   his   arms,   paxton   plants   a   tender   kiss   on   the   boy's   forehead   before   tugging   him   into   bed.   he   breathes   in   deeply,   sharply,   his   voice   nothing   but   a   croak   as   soon   as   he   shuts   the   door   to   little   henry's   room   behind   him.   "   i'll   start   packing   my   shit   now.   "

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has  to  bite  down  another  grin  as  she  twists  to  face  him ,  eyebrow  raising .   “  yes ,  officer ,  i  am  being  sexist .  you  gonna  arrest  me ?  ”   it’s  so  easy  to  slip  into  banter  with  him  and  forget  about  her  world  for  a  little  while .  and  that  makes  the  whole  thing  ten  times  more  dangerous ,  because  she  isn’t  supposed  to  be  bantering  with  him .  she’s  supposed  to  be  sending  his  movements  and  whereabouts  back  to  her  family  so  they  can  tail  from  a  non - suspicious  distance .  so  they  can  keep  an  eye  on  things  and  stay  one  step  ahead  of  him  and ...  yeah ,  she  doesn’t  really  want  to  think  about  what  else  they  might  have  planned .  hence  him  being  dangerous .   “  that’s  before  you  decided  to  take  this  rescue  mission  international .  moose  and  hockey  change  the  game .  ”   hm .  she  chews  on  her  lip  for  a  moment  and  turns  back  in  her  seat .  he  doesn’t  seem  suspicious  of  her ,  so  maybe  she  should  just  drop  it .  take  him  at  his  word .   “  why  were  you  behind  a  desk  all  the  time ?  i  thought  cops  like ...  went  out  on  the  streets .  ”       /     @whorifics​  continued  from  here

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"is it?" tilts her head slightly, wondering if he thinks she's going to believe a single word that comes out of his mouth. "seems like the perfect way to get revenge to me." can't help but laugh bitterly. "i'm not really interested in delaying the inevitable, mr. whoever the fuck you are." / @blndsided continued from here

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she doesn't really care what his name is, but she does wonder what he did. how he got caught in her father's crosshairs. supposes it doesn't really matter in the end. "how about pompous douchebag? i'm sure you've been called that once or twice already." what's that saying? don't bite the hand that feeds you? doesn't exactly apply here, because killing isn't the same as feeding, but still. the principal applies. just like the tried and true principal that you should never go to a secondary location with someone that's trying to do you harm. her arms cross over her chest as she stares at him, unblinking. "you want me in a car? you're going to have to force me."

" yeah, it kind of is. " he's really not in the mood for games, or for her attitude. denver was beginning to reconsider his plan. instead of holding his daughter for ransom, maybe it would be best just to kill her. show the guy that he meant business, and he'd do whatever it took to get his revenge on the other. far too many people had screwed with denver van der woodsen - he was quite sick of it. " ah, that would hurt if i actually gave a fuck. call me whatever you want. " she'd know his name later. he'd make sure of it. " now, be a good girl and make this easy, alright? we're gonna go for a drive. go somewhere a little more...remote than this. " and somewhere she didn't know the location of.

[touchbased]

of all the words that could describe nola, insecure isn't usually one of them. but his resistance to being intimate with her has her second guessing things, and wondering if she's got it all wrong. maybe he isn't actually attracted to her, and he truly is just doing his job, and she's making a total fool of herself. still, she'll keep trying until he explicitly pushes her away. "it's easier from the back," she mumbles, gathering her hair up in one hand and twisting. furrows her brows, despite knowing he can't see. "why would i tell them? you have to know by now that i want to keep you all to myself."

" that's . . . " sadly not untrue. cristobal has to take her orders, even if he doesn't agree with them. but this is different because it's not the kind of command that puts her life in danger. it's just really, really reckless. " fucking hell, " murmurs underneath his breath. " fine. " steps towards her, hands abruptly reaching around for her dress's zipper. " you can't tell anyone about this, okay ? not your prissy friends, not your little boyfriends. "

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"so? i don't care if it's inappropriate, and i'm technically your boss." tone is far less teasing than usual, because she isn't exactly trying to mess with him right now. they've been dancing around their mutual attractions for weeks now, and she's tired of waiting. "you want me to stop complaining? then take off my dress."

keeps complaining about the stain on her dress, prompting cristobal to glance in her direction more than he wishes to. can't stand looking at her without feeling tempted to draw nearer. " what ? " head whips in her direction, panic - stricken expression. " that's wildly inappropriate, nola. "