#holystm

this . 

send me a ❤️ and I’ll tell you the FC’s I love!

              🤍  ━━  cigarette is brought to julen’s lips , taking a drag off the nicotine stick , his chocolate hues falling upon his friend’s features . “  trust me , it c a n ’ t be that bad .  ” he tells them with a small nod , hand falling upon their knee , giving them a reassuring squeeze . “  like .  .  . i got dumped this morning , on fucking valentines day , and uh not even half an hour later i find out she’s been seeing some other guy so .  .  . if they’re being an asshole tell em’ to grab their shit and go !! ”

this makes me rly happy bc i already LUV plotting w you and ur writing is BEAUTIFUL and i can’t wait to develop our ships further !! ♡

           not  once  had  atticus  considered  himself  a  jealous  guy,  simply  lacking  the  bother  to  actually  care  on  a  deep  enough  level.  but  as  he  saw  them  making  their  way  up  the  second  floor  stairs  with  some  guy  clearly  not  him,  something  unfamiliar  snapped  within,  like  a  switch  being  turned  on,  or  off,  and  in  the  matter  of  seconds  he  found  himself  consumed  by  anger,  his  whole  body  fueled  by  jealously  spreading  like  venomous  poison  through  his  veins.  he  can  barely  remember  getting  up  on  his  feet,  much  less  stumbling  his  way  upstairs,  his  mind  in  a  haze  as  he  reaches  the  top,  somehow  in  his  drunken  state  able  to  navigate  through  the  right  bedroom  door  at  first  try.  though  his  vision  is  fairly  blurred  by  liquor,  the  sight  is  as  clear  as  day  as  the  scene  plays  out  on  front  of  his  eyes  —  the  two  entangled  on  the  bed,  a  stranger’s  hands  roaming  the  body  he  believes  to  be  his  to  touch  only.  immediately  he  feels  his  surroundings  darken,  his  fists  clenching  to  balls  of  rage  by  his  sides  before  he  lunges  forward,  grabbing  the  poor  sucker  by  the  collar  and  slamming  his  body  against  the  closest  wall.  purely  driven  by  anger  he  starts  forcefully  swinging  ;  again  and  again  and  again  until  his  fists  goes  limp  at  impact  and  his  body  tire,  only  then  noticing  the  trace  of  blood  dribbling  down  his  own  chin.    

“okay.” it wasn’t often that he stopped to consider letting people become indebted to him. barron was the type of ‘criminal’ who was very straight forward, people paid him and he controlled the channels through which all contraband was bought and sold. simple enough, if you didn’t have money, you didn’t get what you want. but every so often, his heart decided to bleed and some poor soul got to see the best of him. for a second. “i’ll give you a deal but it’ll only be as good as what you give me.”