♿ i am fucking terrified living here and i need to get out asap. it’s a sick goddamn joke that we would move here to escape abuse and end up next to someone who thinks its cool to physically attack her neighbours.
I’m seeing a lot of talk about the “next” classic book that we, tumblr, should collectively read, which, I think it’s fantastic that we’re in this situation for one thing, but also:
The Count of Monte Cristo
Edmond Dantes is the most dramatic, tortured, morally twisted, god-complex-having, obsessive, brooding Byronic poor-little-meow-meow you can possibly imagine
requested by: a wonderful anon <3 i also caught the other request you sent in, and am working on that!! thank you so much for the wonderful ideas, keep them coming! warnings: mentions of prostitution, general seductive (i hope) behaviour.
You looked up from your novel. Isabella’s eyes flicked away from you, gaze suddenly very intent out the window. You didn’t shuffle in your seat, even though it was uncomfortable. You didn’t shrink away, didn’t even care. She was a queen, sure.
But on this plane, you were thequeen.
You laid your book in your lap and openly looked over at Felix, watching him as he sat opposite you.
He wasn’t looking at you at first, but he must have felt your gaze. He turned to you too, and though you couldn’t see his eyes through his shades, you knew he was looking back at you. You smiled. He nodded, face straight and neck stiff.
That was it. The whole interaction.
The sea was visible through the window, wide and blue - you were on your way to Mexico.
You weren’t entirely sure how; you were of no use to Felix really, but somehow you convinced him. A Colombian, and better yet, a Colombian prostitute known to have previously been with the Medellin cartel. You were basically a flashing sign to all of the authorities saying that Felix was now in the cocaine business, but he still brought you.
Clearly, he could care less. He knew he was untouchable.
You retracted your stare from the sea, directed it back at Felix, and noticed he was still looking at you. Or at least, your general direction.
You decided to test it. You opened your novel once more, Felix clear in your peripheral vision. You scooted in your seat only slightly, your dress riding up a little to expose your thighs, which you then crossed, expression neutral and airy as you could manage.
Felix stiffened, cleared his throat, and promptly turned his face to the window.
Gotcha.
He’d been cold to you, calloused, and strategically you were useless to him. But he’d let you board his plane. This was why.
You settled back with your book, smug on the inside, but it only lasted a few minutes.
He called your name, and that choppy accent made his words seem harsher than they needed to be. “You’re gonna dye your hair, change your name. And you’re not Colombian anymore - its best you drown that accent. The job I have for you will take a new identity, and manipulation.”
“The… job?”
“You didn’t think I brought you here for nothing, did you?”
It took control to keep your lips from pressing together sourly. Instead, you focused on keeping your face lax, your brows raised patiently, though inside you were reeling. “Well, no.” Not even a lie.
Isabella knew what you meant, you could see it in her face. But you wouldn’t be humiliated. “I can manipulate, Felix. How else would I have got on this plane?”
PLEASE :) Send me gif requests, make me chooses or whatever!
I have 3 days off work after tonight so I want to make gifs :) PLEASE guys! If you know I watch, play or am Interested in something please don’t hesitate!!
I know this is a lot to ask but if one of my mutuals could make me a Playlist on 8tracks or an aesthetic edit or something (you can message me if you are interested or smth) I really really need it.
fans of characters that hate vulnerability will be like “i cant wait until they cry cant wait until the weight of their emotions breaks them ”
true but I also think “cant wait until they have their first unguarded smile. cant wait until they laugh from joy and it takes them entirely offguard and they surprise themselves”
aggressive reminder that if i reblog a meme, you are more than welcome to send it in. we’ve never interacted? send a meme. we have 17.5 threads? send a meme. i just sent you a meme?sendme a meme.
![“ you don’t have to think your heart is made of steel “ [►]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/615b324d6a01af4fe45ede20179f646c/tumblr_oo47paMUBu1tfpja4o1_r2_1280.png "“ you don’t have to think your heart is made of steel “ [►]")
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