out on the edge

“mhm, you’re still a badass. just very soft for me, i love it.” avia retorted, a grin toying at her lips. it was rare for the blonde not to be smiling around her girlfriend. naomi made her happier than anyone else ever has. humming against the brunette’s lips, she allowed herself to be pulled closer. “i do love kissing you, you’re not wrong.” she chuckled, wrapping her lips around the cigarette before taking a drag.

“how couldn’t i be? you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” naomi murmured, running her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair. and it was true, she loved avia more than anything else. she rested her forehead against avia’s, “thank god, otherwise the last four years have been a waste.” she teased, bringing the cigarette back to her lips after the blonde took a drag 

“and i mean it all the time.” she let out and shrugged a little bit before chuckling. “i can’t just have a conversation with you?”

naomi rolled her eyes in an overdramatic fashion, grinning over at the other woman, “obviously you can just have a conversation with me. i do like you enough.” 

the loud rumble of his motorcycle’s engine came to a sudden halt as brennan pulled into his parking space behind the little strip mall that housed his tattoo parlor. he always did his best to show up before the other artists; after all, if he wanted the store to be opened properly, he had to do it himself. helmet nestled underneath his arm as he made his way to the front, keys jingling rhythmically as they slapped against his hip with every stride, he looked up when a voice caught his attention. with a gentle smirk he  retrieved a pack of turquoise american spirits from his jacket pocket and popped one between his lips. “could use a light.” he informed, stepping closer to the female.

naomi watched as the man got off his motorcycle and walked up the curb. she had an ex back in new york who drove a motorcycle- though, motorcycles had never really been her cup of tea, but she had fixed plenty of them while working in garages. she chuckled, “american spirit. good choice.” she gave him a nod, tossing him her lighter, “knock yourself out.” 

despite her job at a strip club making most people assume otherwise, austin could count the number of times she had been drunk since becoming a mom on one hand. she rarely ever let loose, and she figured that that was why she was doing it now. her daughter was safe at home with her mother watching her, and austin had the night off, which seemed to be a good thing judging by the amount of her normal clientele she had seen walking around. the blonde took another long drink from her red cup before the song changed and she let out a small squeal, something sober austin never would have done. “oh my god,” she said excitedly grabbing the nearest person’s hand, “i fucking love this song, you have to come dance with me!”

naomi leaned against the wall beside austin, eyes flicking over the crowd. she felt too old for this. everyone seemed so young. maybe it was just that her priorities had changed a lot since she had last been to something like this- all the way back in college, probably. she looked over at austin as she spoke, raising her eyebrows, “do i have to? i’m not nearly drunk enough.” 

avia’s grin grew at the kiss to her temple, holding naomi tighter. there was one person in the world that made the blonde feel completely at ease, it was her girlfriend. “wow, you’re so whipped. i love it — and you.” she hummed. she parted her lips, ready for the cigarette before rolling her eyes. “if you insist.” she chuckled, leaning in so she could press her lips to the brunette’s.

“shh, don’t tell anyone, i’m supposed to be a badass.” naomi chuckled, gazing at the other woman adoringly, “but i love you too. very much.” she grinned against avia’s lips, drawing the blonde’s body even closer to her own, “don’t act like you didn’t want to, miss cutillo.” she held the cigarette out to her, “you love kissing me. c’mon.” 

when avia got home from the store and naomi wasn’t inside, she figured she’d be around back so that’s where she made her way. sure enough, she found her girlfriend leaned against the wall with a cigarette between her fingers. humming, she moved over to her, curling into her side. “mhm, yes, please. unless you want to share yours?” the blonde asked with an eyebrow raised.

naomi smiled at the sight of the blonde, wrapping her arm around her and pressing a kiss to her temple as she curled into her side, “with you, i’ll share. anybody else? probably not.” she chuckled, holding the cigarette out to her girlfriend with a lopsided grin. then, she pulled the cigarette back for a second, “ah, wait, you gotta kiss me first.” 

chloe was looking at the other girl as she furrowed her eyebrows a little bit and was shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. “no, but smoking kills.” she let out and chuckled a little bit over at the other girl.

naomi chuckled, looking over at her ex, “you used to tell me that when we were fuckin’ college freshman too- hasn’t helped me, has it?” she grinned, taking another drag, “why you out here if you’re not smoking?” she asked 

                  “ Are you going to buy that or just read the entire collection, because … um well we’re like three minutes before closing and you’ve been here for a while…” The Brunette peaked her head into the small nook created by the many bookshelves in the store. “Also I’m sorry for disturbing you!.”

naomi looked up, jolted by the sound of someone’s voice, “oh, sorry.” she slid the book- kurt vonnegut’s slaughterhouse five- back onto the shelf, “you’re fine. i’ve read it about a thousand times. it just never gets old. i was just about to leave.” 

after a forty-eight hour shift, declan’s in desperate need of a caffeine boost. he’d had an intern grab him a coffee but that was almost twelve hours ago and his body feels drained. after ordering a large coffee with room for milk, he stands by the crowded pickup counter for his drink. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen this place so packed.” he marvels to the person beside him.

naomi folded her arms across her chest, tapping her foot against the floor. she usually wasn’t impatient, but she had to get to work and she didn’t want to be late. she checked her watch, sighing, “yeah, it’s like everyone else in the city realized they were in need of a pick-me-up too. kind of annoying, honestly.” 

“this time change has me so fucked up. like i got to work an hour less the other night, which was great, but everything else about it has me dragging. i was coloring with willow this morning, and i swear to god she did a better job staying in the lines than i did, and she’s three.”

“right? it’s the fuckin’ worst, i don’t understand. did caesar really fuck up _that _bad that we have to readjust our whole timeline? that’s the problem with letting men invent shit.” naomi chuckled, shaking her head, “look, i’m convinced that willow’s a baby genius.” 

WESLEY: party at my place saturday

WESLEY: 10pm

WESLEY: show up early and i'm calling the cops on u

WESLEY: see u then!

NAOMI: im not LAME

yoooo it’s faith back w her second character. i haven’t played naomi in awhile and i am SO hyped to bring her back to life here. i love her sm and i hope y’all do too, so, uh, yeah, here’s nay: 

( eiza gonzalez | she/her | cisfemale ) livin’ in the sprawl can be interesting for NAOMI ALFARO. the 26 year old is an ENGINEER/MECHANIC living in an APARTMENT when i met them, they seemed kind of INTELLIGENT, but also kind of HOSTILE. who knows what they’ll be like? [ oil stains, the last drop in a bottle of jack daniels, cult classic movies, early mornings, black denim ] ( faith | 20 | est | she/her )