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Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Stephen King, The Body (via perrfectly)

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hi i finally wrote a bio for harlow which you can read here if you’re interested xx

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imessage → harlow kang

adrien: if it helps, you terrify me too

adrien: and i miss you and that terrifies me even more

adrien: i should'nt be drinking, leo will be awake soon

adrien: goodnight

harlow: i don't know if it helps because then we're both in the same awful places

harlow: i know you don't believe me, but i miss you too

harlow: dinner service just ended. if you need help with leo, i can stop by on my way home from the restaurant.

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loserclubmuses‌:

Returning with the beer, Mitchell set it down in front of her. “If you’re still serious about that offer, give me a text or a call,” he said, scribbling his name and number on the notebook he had in his apron. “I don’t really know how much I could afford to pay you, but for what it’s worth, I’m a fast learner.” He shrugged, slipping the note on the table. “The beer is on the house, by the way. And you can take your time.”

she lifted the beer up in a silent cheers as she brought it to her lips. her eyes widened mid sip though as he left the note on the table and let out a bit of a laugh once she swallowed. “i think you misunderstood me,” she said carefully. “i offered you a job -- i would be paying you and you would be learning to cook while you worked. this wouldn’t be culinary school.” then she looked back at him with an amused look on her face. “and learning fast would help you get paid more.” as far as she was concerned, learning on the job was the best way to go about cooking. culinary schools were pretentious in her eyes, and frankly they were a waste of money. “but i’ll definitely give you a call if you’re still interested.”

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☽ + adrien :)

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours // accepting !

“god -- you terrify me, you know that, right?” and she let out a laugh at how ridiculous it sounds aloud. objectively, she shouldn’t be this drunk. she spent most of her day around wine -- tasting it, pairing it with each course, contemplating it. but as she sits here, in what was once their home, she thinks it’s easier to swallow back her feelings with a large mouthful of wine. and that’s all it takes for her to be sitting across from him, tongue loose, flush high on her cheeks, and eyes glassy. “you have such a power over me,” she whispered in defeat, her lips quirking up slightly in a sad smile. her eyes traced over his face, trying to find parts of a person she knew six months ago. “when i’m with you i feel safe -- felt safe? and when i am away i feel like... i can’t breathe and it just hurts.” when he doesn’t reply she laughs again, this time the sound was hollow. “and that’s too much to put on one person. i don’t want to need you but i... i do.” she reaches for the bottle of wine again, finishing it off in her glass. “some nights i can’t sleep and i just -- i think you’re the only person for me,” her voice dropping with each word, her eyes shaking as she wiped at her eyes. “but what can i do?” she mused, bringing her glass back to her lips just to avoid looking at him again. “i did this to us.”

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“ of course not, how could i have been so foolish. ” this was not the first time he’d tried to get the girl to spend time with him. he’d asked her out for times before this and the fact that she’d even half agreed was enough for him to perk up. “ i’ll take that deal, how could i pass up a meal you cooked. i would offer to help with prep but something tells me you wouldn’t trust me near anything you’re preparing. ” the great romantic in zahkari was already churning with ideas of how to win her over but he was trying to be practical, reasonable to not overstep boundaries. 

“if you find a restaurant that i’ve never tried with a menu i can’t execute, i may be convinced to reconsider.” it was almost impossible to fight the corners of her lips from quirking up in amusement as he continued with his showers of flattery. if pressed, she wouldn’t say that she enjoyed it -- but it was different. “your intuition is correct. don’t worry, you can just sit and look pretty.” and with that she walked up to the car, looking over her shoulder back at him. “i presume you know how to get to the restaurant?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow. “can’t be late, can we?”

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👀 + do you believe in love at first sight?

send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly || accepting !

she couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “no,” she admitted rather bluntly and then hesitated for a moment. “to me, love is a product of labor. the people i love most in my life... a lot of time went into learning to love them and i always will love them. the only exception could be leo,” she mused, scrunching up her nose. “but i had quite a bit of time to learn to love him beforehand.”

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touch prompts

with love

with relief

with happiness

with a promise

with an apology

to say goodnight

to say good morning

to protect

for comfort

for luck 

for encouragement

on a scar 

on a falling tear

on a bruise

after a tough day

after a nightmare

after an argument

because you are dying

because i am dying

in a moment of worry

in a moment of anger

in a moment of annoyance

in a moment of sadness

to say hello

to say goodbye

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Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

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accidental affection

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

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lesraconteurs‌:

if adrien doesn’t go into a screaming fit right there and then is because his son is still asleep just a couple doors down. by now, his knuckles are white and he is shaking his head in disbelief. “you’ve known him longer?” he scoffs for like the hundredth time in the past five minutes, his voice laced with sarcasm. “you don’t leave a piece of yourself for six months without saying anything.” his fingers make air quotations as he says a piece of yourself and then he lets out a laugh. it sounds more like a cackle. adrien feels like crying or like pulling at his hair, or maybe running ‘till his lungs burn. he’s furious. harlow is still leo’s mother but in his eyes, she lost every single right over him the moment she walked out of their home. “my father warned me about this,” he whispers, looking down. “but i was so busy trying to keep our son alive that i forgot to file for sole custody.” he looks her in directly in the eyes when he says the words, he wants her to know he means it. it’s a threat. “do i?” he asks, rising his eyebrows. “because it certainly didn’t feel like it when you left.” part of him wants to tell her. how he felt as if their time together felt like a farce. how he felt unwanted and unloved when she left. but this is not about him. this is about leo. and adrien will do everything in his power to keep his son from ever feeling like he did. “put yourself in my shoes for a second, harlow. i am doing this to protect leo.”

his words had her recoiling, cradling the pot in her trembling hands to her stomach to keep herself from dropping it then and there. she has never heard his voice laced with this much venom before, but it’s familiar to her ears because she taught it to him. if she taught him how to wield a blade, he taught her to be vulnerable in her pleas. the way she struggled to breathe and the ache in her chest were all reminders of why she never aired her feelings because they would be torn down. she couldn’t leave any chinks in her armor. “when have i ever said anything?” she threw back, her eyes searching his face for something, anything. how could he have missed the gaps in her words and her silence during all of those months? he was supposed to know her better than that. he was supposed to know when and where to press, but he never did. they were too young, and she was stupid enough to let herself think they were soulmates and he could read her mind. sole custody. her shoulders slumped in defeat. he dug the blade in, and she couldn’t fight that. then, she just let out this broken, empty laugh at his words. “god -- i get it, okay? you’re the martyr.” she offered him this awful, quivering smile as she struggled to get air and compose herself. “but i left for leo, for you, too because we needed a secure way to feed our family. i even sent money back -- i’ve done all that i can to make a secure business in this god forsaken city to be here with you two.” maybe he never saw it that way, and maybe he never will, but he never knew her anxiety. the fear of them sitting in this threadbare apartment with a newborn and no real source of income because she didn’t have the qualifications to succeed and he was studying. but this is where they were different -- she could never rely on her parents for money, and there was no way she would rely on his. so she forged ahead and did what she had to while fear threatened to consume her. “you want sole custody? fine. but remember, i’m the one with the fucking job, and i will fight you for him.” she hated how broken her threat sounded, because she could never threaten him. “or you could just let me help raise our son.”

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“where did you expect me to be?” he replies instantly. it’s like he’s running on autopilot all of a sudden, any hint of emotion buried deep inside. it’s a coping mechanism, actually. there’s no way he’s letting her break him down a second time. there’s definitely no way he’s letting her do the same to leo. however, for a fraction of a second his walls fall. he notices the pot she is clutching and his heart does a weird twist inside his chest. he knows. this is harlow’s way of letting him know she cares. it always had been. since they were teenagers who didn’t know better. and adrien supposes he knows better now. better than to be bought with a pot of probably very delicious food. he wants to reach out and grab it so bad, but it would also feel like admitting defeat.

his walls build a thousand times higher as soon as she mentions leo. the food can wait. his jaw tightens and his hands slowly curl into fists. “no.” he says the word loud and clear, no room for interpretation. it’s getting harder to breathe as his blood boils inside him. “you decided to leave him, you don’t get to see him.” adrien’s voice is almost shaking, with anger, with the threat of tears, probably both. and then, aiming to hurt, he says: “he doesn’t need you in his life anymore.”

“you could have moved.” this was their apartment. she could never live there without him, but apparently he could handle walking the halls that they made their home without her. she wonders if it’s haunted with her ghost, and if he notices it at all. there is a moment where she can see his eyes flicker down to the pot and something in her heart blooms with hope. “i made enough for leftovers and i think it’s still warm,” she rambles off quickly. it was one of her recipes that took days to make, just hours upon hours of low, slow cooking while she managed to build up the courage to come here. but none of that matters the moment he says no. 

her breathing cuts then, her face crumbling. she catches herself though -- she knows she has no right to be upset. she did this to herself. so, while her eyes welled with tears, she buried her teeth in her bottom lip to keep a sob from escaping. but still, she flinches at his words and they sting. they sting more than the physical burns she experienced in her first restaurant job, worse than her bosses screaming at her in front of their entire kitchen. she had built an armor of steel against those, but adrien will always be her achilles heel. her fingers tighten around the handles of the pot, trying to ground herself in that sensation. “but i... i’m his mother, adrien.” her voice trembled and she knew it was a weak reason, but it still had to mean something, right? “it’s not fair -- i know it isn’t,” all of her words were careful, clipped short to avoid her voice from cracking as tears finally began to spill over. “i know i left and missed so much, but i still... i’ve still known him longer -- i had nine months where it was just him and me. he’s a piece of me,” her words were growing louder, more frantic. “-- and i came back, adrien. i’m back, and that... and how will you explain that to him? that yes i left, but i came back but you were the one that kept me from him.” her voice cracked finally, her shoulders sagging in defeat as she looked at him, her eyes pleading. “i never want him to feel unwanted or unloved because that isn’t true. you know that isn’t true.”

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all harlow could do was raise an unimpressed eyebrow at this whole ordeal. she had barely woken up twenty minutes ago and this would definitely make her late to the restaurant. “i don’t eat at restaurants with menus i know i can cook,” she said bluntly, crossing her arms across her chest. despite her resolve to be annoyed, she couldn’t help a bit of laughter at his confidence and audacity. he definitely wasn’t someone to take no as an answer, but sitting across a table from him for an entire meal would be too confining.  “how about this? you give me a ride to work and i’ll make you something to eat while i do prep for tonight’s dinner service, alright?” 

“ let me buy you lunch. ” he was leaning against his car in front of their place it wasn’t so much a question as a command, kari had a way of doing that being the son of a wealthy man it wasn’t often that people refused him. as he spoke he flashed his perfect smile hoping that would be enough to win them over and not ask how he’d found out where they lived, “ if you want i’ll turn off all my charm and keep the flirting to a minimum. ” the actual chances of that happening were slim but he’d at least pretend not to be enigmatic for a while, turning he opened the car door before raising an eyebrow. “ last chance… ”