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[heistdriven]

heartslayer​.

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❛ I see right through you, you know. ❜    The power of a god courses through Eden’s veins as her fingertips curl, causing Spencer’s breath to catch in his throat. She lets him remain like that just long enough for his body to shift into panic mode due to lack of oxygen, and then the witch violently releases her spiritual hold on him. Truly, she can see through his facade, through the shit-eating grin that was commonly found plastered on his features. As he sat before her, forced to subject to her will, Spencer was as exposed as ever. 

Heels clack on the floor as she makes her way up to him, throwing him back with her powers every time he even attempted to move. He wasn’t going anywhere –– not until she wanted him to. Slowly, she crouches down and gets uncomfortably close to his face, and she presses him – hard – against the wall with her abilities.    ❛ You act bigger than everyone else because really, you feel so, so small. ❜

      his heart beats loud in his ears    --    he can barely hear the words she’s speaking.  wide eyes watch her carefully.    (  what a predicament he’s found himself in.  )    he feels his own breath catch in the back of his throat, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t force it past his lips.  instead, he feels a soft buzz start to swim in his mind.    (  with a flick of her wrist, all of this could be over.  all of him.  )    breath rushes into his lungs, and it causes a new wave of dizziness encompass his mind.    (  only she could get him this way.  )

      he feels his heart slow back to a normal pace, beating in rhythm with her clacking heels.  there’s a soft groan that passes through his lips as his back hits against the wall.  softly his head rests back against it.    (  he’s not going anywhere soon    --    might as well get comfortable.  )    eyes watch as she lowers herself closer to him, and he feels a rise in his heart again    --    only he’s fairly sure it works on its own accord now.      “well, you know how the saying goes    --    fake it ‘til you make it, sweetheart.”

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 i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  I AM SO FUCKING SORRY.           it should have been me.             i know it should have been me.   

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"i was just calling to check on you... nono, jasmine is fine." / mother!brooke

@anxietyworns sent  !

eyebrows furrow at her words.    i was just calling to check on you.    when did she start caring about him again ?    (  does he even deserve to be cared about ?  )    he looks down at the ginger ale that sits in his hands.    (  he’s made himself a rule    --    no alcohol before eight.  it’s worked fairly well so far.  )

“oh,    [  …  ]    well,”    he clears his throat, and moves forward on his couch.  the bottle finding the table.    “i’m alright.  how    --    how are you ?”    eyes close, as his newly freed hand presses against his closed lids.    (  he truly has no idea how to do this    [  ...  ]    but, he really is trying his hardest.  )

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how could you do this, babe

@anxietyworns sent  !

there he stands at his hotel door, nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt, as he listens to the soft laughter coming from his room.    (  as if he’s going to miss out on that.  )    blue eyes glance down at her smaller frame.  he offers a half shrug.    “i told you    --    i don’t want anything serious.  with anyone.  if you want a faithful boyfriend, maybe go on a date.”

with that, he steps back from the door.    “good luck, brooke.  see you.”    the door closes without a second thought.  he tosses his shirt onto the couch, before he makes his way back into his bedroom.

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i can't love you.

@anxietyworns sent  !

he’s slipping his jeans up his legs when he hears her voice.  it’s soft in the moonlight    --    but it’s the loudest sound he’s ever heard.      i can’t love you.  i can’t love you.  i can’t love you.      (  i won’t love you.  )    he doesn’t even offer her a glance as he searches for his belt.    (  she’s right    --    you make it too hard, spencer.  )    once his belt is in his hands, he fishes it through his belt loop.

hands brush across his shirt, before he’s grabbing his jacket, and shrugging it over his shoulders.    “don’t worry about it.  most people can’t.  so, they don’t.”    (  he’ll hope she doesn’t hear the way his throat has a lump forming.  )    he continues to keep his eyes off her as he slips his way out of her bedroom. he doesn’t even take the time to slip on his shoes    --    he just grabs them and leaves. closing the door tightly behind him.

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i loved you in spite of deep fears the world would divide us.

@anxietyworns sent  !

she’s drunk.    (  she has to be.  )    as if those words would flow so freely from her lips otherwise.  he rolls his eyes, and stands from the hotel couch.    “trust me, babe.  people don’t    --    and shouldn’t    --    love me.”

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hunter and eevee have me thinking some thoughts that’s for sure

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❛  go on then - kill me !  ❜ / spencer :)

Eden’s eyes are filled with fury. Even as Spencer lay there, slumped, bloodied and beaten, he still challenges her.    ‘ Go on then, kill me ! ’    Oh, she will make damn sure he eats those words. After all these years of being at each others’ throats, Spencer should know by now that if anyone was going to kill him, it would be her. Perhaps he thinks they have too much history for her to go through with it, or perhaps he is asking because he does know she will kill him. 

If this had been a few years ago, Eden would have leveled with her own inner morals in terms of killing Spencer.    Was he worth it?    Would it serve her?    But now, none of that seemed to matter anymore. There was no leveling, there was no contemplation. Eden knew only one of them would be walking out of here alive. Perhaps in the moment, Spencer would fight back, but Eden would do everything in her power to make sure he didn’t leave... even if she paid the price of her life for it. 

It was a fascinating thing : how much hatred could masquerade as selflessness. It was not a noble sacrifice. It was filled with anger, venom, rage. She would not go down a hero, but if she went down with his blood on her hands, it would be worth it.

Her grip tightens on the knife in her hand. She had a gun tucked into her belt, but this... this was personal. Eden’s eyes follow Spencer’s as he looks down at the knife, and she lunges forward, aiming to drive it into his chest. Surprisingly, Spencer takes the defensive – perhaps human instinct – and he weakly tries to push her off him. He manages to knock her onto the ground beside him, sending the knife clattering across the floor, but Eden scrambles back up, nails clawing into the fabric of his coat as she yanks him towards her. 

Spencer lets out a pained grunt as he stumbles back over. His hands are once again pushing her away, but Eden’s persistence is stronger. She climbs over him, grabbing the knife from where it had fallen to the floor, and then she quickly moves to pin him down. 

There’s nowhere for him to run now; his grip weakens as he loses more blood, but there’s a chance he would crawl out of there alive if Eden didn’t finish the job here. Now. Without hesitation, even as the eyes she had known for many years look up at her with heavy, swollen lids, Eden drives the knife into his chest. 

She aims for the heart.

Spencer lets out a choking noise, and while Eden knew he would die from the stab alone, she twists the knife for extra measure. Leaning in now, close to his face as he chokes on his own blood, Eden presses a kiss to Spencer’s temple before her lips move to practically touch his ear. She whispers her final phrase to him, one she’d uttered to him many times before.

❛ I’ll see you in Hell. ❜

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heartslayer​.

@heistdriven​ 

❛ You motherfucker. ❜    The words practically come out as a snarl, every interaction they’ve ever had bubbling like venom at the tip of her tongue as she stares at the man through narrowed eyes. Eden wastes absolutely no time. She pushes herself forward and lunges towards Spencer, aiming to deliver a firm blow to the side of his face. 

he genuinely has no idea where this is coming from.  don’t get him wrong    --    he’s not surprised, but still, he’s not expecting her to come at him swinging.    (  where’s the foreplay ?  )    he has just enough time to pull away, a hand coming up to grab at her swinging arm.  he smirks, and tugs her closer to his chest.    “nice to see you, again, eden.”

he pushes her back softly, releasing her arm.    (  she’s like a caged animal    --    he doesn’t want her to start scratching him.  )    “i do fuck mothers    --    not exclusively.  why you want to be next on the list, sweet heart ?”

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taylor swift // red (taylor’s version) from the vaults edition rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

ronan.

i remember your little laugh.

i love you to the moon and back.

i remember your blue eyes looking into mine.

i can still feel you hold my hand.

you fought it hard like an army guy.

come on, baby, with me, we’re gonna fly away from here.

you were my best four years.

blind hope turned to crying and screaming ‘why?’

no one knows what to say.

it’s about to be halloween.

you could be anything you wanted if you were still here.

i remember the last day.

what if i’m standing in your closet trying to talk to you?

what if i kept the hand-me-downs you won’t grow into?

what if i really thought some miracle would see us through?

what if the miracle was even getting one moment with you?

better man.

i know i’m probably better off on my own.

i see the permanent damage you did to me.

i just wish i could forget when it was magic.

i wish it wasn’t 4am.

you know you had to do it.

i know the bravest thing i ever did was run.

sometimes, in the middle of the night, i can feel you again.

i just miss you.

i just wish you were a better man.

i know why we had to say goodbye.

i know i’m probably better of all alone.

it was always on your terms.

i waited on every careless word.

your jealousy, oh, i can hear it now.

talking down to me like i’d always be around.

push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun.

you never thought i’d run.

i hold onto this pride because these days it’s all i have.

i have to you my best and we both know you can’t say that.

i wonder what we would’ve become.

we might still be in love.

nothing new.

they hunt and slay.

criticize the way you fly.

looks like she’s been through it.

what will become of me?

what will become of me once i’ve lost my novelty?

i’ve had too much to drink tonight.

i know it’s sad, but this is what i think about.

it’s like i can feel time moving.

how can a person know everything at eighteen, but nothing at twenty-two?

will you still want me when i’m nothing new?

how long will it be cute?

you can’t blame it on my youth.

my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles.

are we only biding time till i lose your attention?

it’s a fever dream.

babe.

what about your promises?

didn’t wanna be the one that got away?

you broke the sweetest promise.

you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.

you call, but i won’t hear it.

how could you do this?

you said 'no one else.’

you really blew this.

we ain’t getting through this one.

this is the last time i’ll ever call you.

it’s strange how your face doesn’t look so innocent.

your secret has its consequences.

that’s on you.

i break down every time you call.

we’re a wreck.

we’re a wreck, you’re the wrecking ball.

her lips on your neck, i can’t unsee.

i can’t love you.

message in a bottle.

i know that you like me, and it’s kinda frightening.

i know that you like me.

i became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes.

you’re so far away.

i’m reaching for you.

i’m reaching for you, terrified.

you could be the one that i love.

i could be the one that you dream of.

a message in a bottle is all i can do, standing here, hoping it gets to you.

you could be the one that i keep.

i could be the reason you can’t sleep at night.

these days i’m restless.

workdays are endless.

look how you made me.

time moves faster.

i bet you think about me.

i’ll bet you’re just fine.

the girl in your best has a fine pedigree.

i’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me.

i tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles.

they let me sit back when we were in love.

they sit around talking about the meaning of life.

we’re done and it’s over.

i bet you couldn’t believe when you realised i’m harder to forget than i was to leave.

i’m harder to forget than i was to leave.

i bet you think about me.

you can’t help who you fall for.

you said we’re too different.

you laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes.

do you have all the space that you need?

i don’t have to be your shrink to know that you’ll never be happy.

the love that you’re looking for is the love that you had.

last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered.

you were with me.

forever winter.

why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?

he spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be.

it’s not just a phase i’m in.

my voice comes out begging.

all this time i didn’t know you were breaking down.

i’d fall to pieces on the floor if you weren’t around.

too young to know it gets better.

i’ll be summer sun for you forever.

i’ll be summer sun for you forever, forever winter if you go.

he seems fine most of the time.

his laugh is a symphony.

when the lights go out, it’s hard to breathe.

i pull at every thread trying to solve the puzzles in his head.

live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead.

my voice comes out screaming.

i’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it.

i’d say i love you even at your darkest.

please don’t go.

believe in one thing: i won’t go away.

i don’t go away.

run.

we shouldn’t be in this town.

i’d drive away before i let you go.

give me a reason and don’t say no.

i’ll wait for you.

darling, let’s run, run from it all.

we can go where our eyes can take us.

go where no one else is.

i’ll sing like no one cares.

i could see this view a hundred times.

since i gave it to you, there’s a heart on your sleeve.

there’s been this hole in my heart.

this thing was a shot in the dark.

say you’ll never let 'em tear us apart.

i’ll hold onto you while we run.

the very first night.

i wish i could fly.

i wish i could fly. i’d pick you up and we’d go back in time.

i miss you like it was the very first night.

i don’t seem brokenhearted.

my friends say they know everything i’m going through.

i drive down different roads, but they all lead back to you.

they weren’t riding in the car when we both fell.

they don’t know how much i miss you.

we never saw it coming.

not trying to fall in love, but we did.

we didn’t know we were built to fall apart.

we were built to fall apart.

we broke each other’s hearts.

don’t forget about the night out in LA.

no one knows about the words that we whispered.

take me away.

take me away to you.

do you know how much i miss you?

i wish that we could go back in time.

all too well (10 minute version)

something about it felt like home somehow.

i left my scarf there.

you’ve still got it in your drawer, even now.

your sweet disposition and my wide eyed gaze.

we’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate.

autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place.

i can picture it after all these days.

i know it’s long gone.

the magic’s not here no more.

i might be okay but i’m not fine at all.

i’m not fine at all.

i remember it all too well.

you tell me bout your past, thinking your future was me.

fuck the patriarchy.

we were always skipping town.

any time now, he’s gonna say it’s love.

you never called it what it was.

you never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried.

after three months in the grave.

all i felt was shame.

you held my lifeless frame.

i forget about you long enough to forget why i needed to.

coz there were are again in the middle of the night.

nobody had to know.

you kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath.

you kept me like a secret.

i kept you like an oath.

we’d swear to remember it all too well.

maybe we got lost in translation.

maybe i asked for too much.

maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you torn it all up.

running scared, i was there.

you call me up again just to break me like a promise.

so casually cruel in the name of being honest.

i’m a crumbled up piece of paper lying here.

they say all’s well that ends well.

but i’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

i’m in a new hell.

you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.

that made me want to die.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

a never needing, ever lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you.

you, that’s what happened.

it’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one.

time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it.

i’d like to be my old self again.

i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still trying to find it.

i walk home alone.

it reminds you of innocence.

you can’t get rid of it.

it was rare, i was there.

i was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes: i’ll get older but your loves stay my age.

i’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight.

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

did the love affair maim you too?

i still remember the first fall of snow.

do you remember it all too well?

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he can’t even remember what they’re fighting over. something he did, he’s sure about that much. it’s been three days, and now he’s left wondering when she’s going to let it go. whatever it is. eyes roll as she shouts across the room at him. ( again. ) “can we just move on. i don’t even know what you’re talking about anymore !”

he has just enough time to duck -- the plate she’s frisbee’d across the room shattering against the wall. he ignores the piece that slices against the back of his arm. ( he barely even feels it. he’s had worse. ) “what the fuck, brooke ? jesus !”

ocean hues glance towards the new mess, as he sides steps away from it. “what the fuck is your problem ? what next, are you going to try to stab me ?” ( don’t give her ideas, there, spencer. )

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dis a little starter call i suppose ..

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Richard Madden at the photocall of ‘Eternals’ at the 16th Rome Film Fest, October 25, 2021

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do u know what pisses me off? a lot of things where do i start