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closed starter for @harmcomforts​

“it’s just pure luck, that’s all.” the remark’s followed up with a taut smile, the brunette obviously bitter and simmering with rage all due to her latest discovery. “don’t inflate your ego more than necessary.” of course, madeline’s pissed - words laced with a little too much venom. she didn’t understand how beatrice got a better score than her, especially seeing as she had studied for hours on end. she wants to know how beatrice always seemed to have the upper hand while she felt as though she was grasping at straws at this point. “it’s nice that you’re slowly catching up with me but you shouldn’t get too comfortable,” madeline adds, shoulders brushing against the other’s not so gently as she begins to walk away. “it won’t be long before you end up right where you belong - rock bottom.”

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closed starter for @leftlipstick​

sofia’s found a home underneath the neon lights, wasting her free time at underground night clubs more than her actual apartment. it’s her routine, it’s what she’s ultimately used to by now. she could never see herself doing anything else, knowing she’d probably stick to this self destructive path until she died. she could only hope she died fast and young. but tonight seems to be just a little different, the blond not particularly feeling it tonight. she’s oh so bored with it all, even with alcohol and drugs swimming in her system. the room feels as though it’s spinning, shoving past people as she made her way towards the back of the club.

once she’s outside, she lets out a deep breath that had been trapped within her lungs - feeling ten times better. she leans against the wall, still lightly slick with rain that had fallen only an hour or so before. but she doesn’t care about how it stains her clothes, only focused on getting out a cigarette from her purse that may or may not have been more expensive than her entire outfit. as she begins to light the end of the cigarette now nestled comfortably between her lips, sofia couldn’t help but feel eyes on her. but still, she stares straight ahead - more focused on the flame dancing in front of her vision. taking a drag from the cigarette, she briefly glanced over to see that it was none other than a brunette - a pretty one at that. “enjoying the show over there, sweetheart?” she says, pulling the cigarette out of her mouth swiftly as tendrils of smoke fall past her lips.

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closed starter for @leftlipstick​

elizabeth lovelace does not chase anyone. oftentimes, she finds herself replacing. she changes people like she changes expensive panties - moving on to the next when she’s no longer satisfied. but it would seem as though leilani has proven to be an exception. lizzie’s not used to being the one whose texts are left on read, whose plans are blown off, whose left hanging on a thread and waiting for more. but there’s something about leilani that has her weak and therefore, lizzie stays. but just because she’s been left vulnerable, that doesn’t mean she won’t raise hell anyways. she’s determined to render leilani utterly weak, to bend her down to her will and not the other way around. either that or die trying.

“what’d you like?” lzizie asks, gaze falling on the brunette once more. they’re at her home, settled comfortably in the bar she’s had personally installed. it may have cost a pretty penny but money’s no issue to the girl who’ll forever be luxurious for life. “no wait, let me surprise you this time around.” there’s a twinkle in lizzie’s eyes as she decides to play bartender, pouring out drinks for the both of them. but it’s forced, the girl playing sweet until she gets down to business. sliding the drink over towards her, her smirk only grows as she looks over at leilani. “it’s a special little concoction made just for you. i figured you’ve been so busy lately. too busy to even respond back to my texts. surely, you must be in the mood to relax now,” she spoke, an edge to her voice now as she leans away. eyes remain on the other even as she lifts her own drink to her lips, soon taking a large sip.

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heroexxs·:

“you didn’t embarrass yourself. i bet you held your liquor a lot better than i did.” julie said with a little chuckle as she moved even closer to her. their faces were close to one another as her arms wrapped around her waist and honestly this was the last place she ever thought she’d be, in juidth’s arms. she was seeing this whole other side of the author that she hadn’t seen before. from the books that she had read, that romance element was missing but she could just imagine that maybe something would spark deep inside of her. a small laugh slipped her lips as she shook her head. “and did you think i was expecting this? maybe i left a couple of hints at the tree lighting that you were cute but nothing like this.” gently julie cupped her face and hearing her confession made her smile. judith’s happiness was contagious and she could just feel that emotion spreading all over her body. “you make me happy, too. more happier than i could ever imagine.” playfully she pushed the corners of her cheeks up  so she would smile a little bit more before chuckling to herself. “i don’t think i’ve seen you smile this much, but i like it.” the two of them were cuddling in her bed, and she was just thankful that she didn’t have to teach today. she didn’t know if she could with the slight headache that she had anyway, that and she didn’t want to leave judith’s arms. her cheeks went bright red when she said that they had to try again, just sober and she chuckled as she tried to hide her face in the crook of her neck. “i mean… we should have another date coming up. why don’t i cook? i know it’s not as wild as the two of us getting drunk like we did last night but it could be fun.” she said with a little shrug of her shoulders. 

judith couldn’t help but shrug at that, a small grin dancing on her lips now. the woman was trained when it came to drinking, only really getting out of control when she had too much. she continued to hold onto julie, feeling better now than she ever had been before in her entire life. not only did she feel warmth but she felt love, something that had been missing from the author’s life for far too long. although scary, it felt good as well. “ah, so that’s what that was. i knew you were into me,” she then teased, eyes closed briefly as she rested on the other’s chest. “i do?” she then asked, slightly surprised, “i guess i’m not a completely hopeless cause after all.” she had never really heard anyone tell her that she made them happy before. most of the compliments she had received were really directed towards her books, not the dull and pessimistic author behind them. “i don’t think i’ve smiled this much in a long time either. what sort of spell have you put on me?” judith responded back, arms remaining wrapped around julie. she had to have put some sort of magic on her because judith was feeling strange. the good tingly kind of strange. she’s all too happy right about now, this moment being more than perfect. “as much as i love getting drunk, i suppose that’s a much better idea,” judith chuckled, glancing over at julie once more. “i’d offer to help but i’m shit at cooking. i could do one of those microwavable dinners but that’s not a huge hit with most people, is it?”

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heroexxs·:

sarah playfully wiggled her eyebrows as she moved a bit so ophelia and her mother could be next to one another. she just hoped that the two of them would like one another, especially since sarah and her mother were so close. there was nothing that her mother couldn’t like about ophelia, but she knew that her family’s biggest concern was that the two girls were moving too fast. she hadn’t told them about them moving in together since it really just happened, but she also didn’t tell them that ophelia had most of her stuff at her place anyway. it was like the two of them were attached at the hip, and she knew that was one thing that concerned her mother. as she rolled up her sleeves, she gave the two of them a smile as her mom brought out some pizza dough. “see, she’s not just a pretty face. she knows how to make pizza, too.” sarah teased as she gave her a little wink before rolling out some dough. “do you two cook a lot when you’re together?” her mother asked as they continued to roll out the dough and made sure that everything was correct. “as in, does ophelia cool and do i eat everything she cooks? then yes, we cook all the time.” she said with a little laugh before shrugging her shoulders. 

ophelia’s admittedly trying her hardest to please sarah’s family, not wanting to make a bad impression whatsoever. she wanted this to be perfect as possible seeing as she was gonna be staying along for a while. and not knowing just how everyone thought of her so far ( so far, they seemed to like her ) so she could only hope to keep staying on their good side. standing beside sarah’s mom, she was smiling the entire time - so much so that she knew her cheeks would probably be hurting afterwards. it’s not long before the dough was brought out and ophelia quickly got to work. she perks up at the question sarah’s mom then asks, chuckling at sarah’s response. “sarah does help me out a couple times though, baby steps though. she’s like my little helper in the kitchen,” ophelia added. although it was mostly small stuff since ophelia was considering possibly teaching sarah one of these days. now that they were going to be moving in together, she had plenty of time to. she was unsure whether they were even gonna share the news since it was so sudden. ophelia made a mental note to ask sarah about that later. “but i admittedly like taking control in that aspect, getting my hands a little dirty,” she then teased, continuing to roll out the dough.

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heroexxs·:

“how do you know that you have more energy than me?” lila teased as she moved a little closer to him and wrapped her arms around his body. aaron had been taking up so much of their time lately, that she still had to remember to save some time for the both of them. now and when they first woke up were probably the only moments that they had alone, so lila wanted to take advantage of that. as she gently cupped his face, she gave him another smile. “it’s weird, some moments i feel like i could run a marathon, and then others i feel like i can’t get out of bed.” she said with a chuckle before shaking her head. all of this was still so new for the two of them. they hadn’t even attempted to bring aaron out of the apartment yet, but she knew that would make things even crazier. 

“do you think we’re doing a good job?” she muttered as she looked into his eyes. there was no true way to tell, or at least to her there wasn’t. sure, aaron cried whenever he was hungry or needed a new diaper, but other than that he seemed like a pretty happy baby. maybe that meant they were doing alright, maybe that just meant that their son was very laid back, she didn’t know and just hoped that kai thought they were doing a good job. “i know… it’s going to get a bit harder. we both have to work eventually and… i mean i don’t want to leave him anytime soon.” a little sigh slipped her lips as she pushed her hair out of her face. “i’ve been too worried about the future instead of just living in the moment with the two of you, and i’m sorry about that.” 

“because you look like you’re about to pass out.” the remark is followed up with a shrug. “but you make exhaustion look beautiful, as always.” truth be told, he felt as though he was about to pass out himself. even with getting sleep, he only wanted more. the rare moments of relaxation between the two of them were about to get a lot more rarer than before. aaron was doing good so far but even kai knew better than to get comfortable. their work was really about to get cut out for them. a lazy grin creeps onto his lips as he cups his face, the two of them close together after what felt like forever. “i mostly feel like the latter but...,” kai trails off, chuckling to himself. “but i guess that’s not too weird at all.” his smile then falters once he hears her question, confused as to where it had come from.

“i think we’re doing a damn good job actually,” kai admits with a shrug. maybe his words were a bit of an exaggeration but he was going to stand by them. they didn’t get the hang of things right away but they were trying and that had to mean something. “parenthood was never gonna be an easy ride but as long as we’re together, i think we could do just about anything,” kai sighed to himself, “i think i’ll actually cry whenever we have to leave him. even when he goes to preschool. i swear i’ll cry more than he does.” the artist then shook his head, stroking lila’s cheek tenderly. “no, don’t apologize ever. it’s good to think about the future. we have plenty of time though so don’t stress yourself out, ok? promise me you won’t.” he never wanted lila to worry about anything ever and even thought that was an unrealistic request, he wanted to be able to take care of all of them. “you leave all the worrying to me. i’m a professional worry-wort,” he adds in an effort to lighten up the mood.

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heroexxs·:

“well here we are, not planning just one more date together, but two. you might get sick of me.” henry teased before leaning back a little bit and fixing his arm around her shoulders. honestly he had never really planned for anything, not even to go to her art show but here the two of them were planning these amazing dates that he knew he couldn’t do with anyone else. no one would want to get a little messy with paints and just have a fun day, they’d expect something high class and fancy, but it was just nice to take a step back from all of that. “i feel pretty honored to be going on all of these dates with you.�� he said with a little chuckle before smirking over at her. at least the two of them were having a great night that’s all he could ask for. the ferris wheel continued to move, and when it finally came back to the ground, it was like they had to go back to reality for a moment. 

the two of them climbed out of the ride, and they started to walk around the fair once more, henry playfully yawned again just so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders once again. it was nice to have her this close to him, and henry just hoped that elena felt the same. “want to get something to eat? i mean i know everything’s like double fried and wrapped in something else that’s fried… i wouldn’t mind sharing a little something.” he said with a little shrug. “even if it’s cotton candy or some popcorn or something.” it would be nice to be able to spend a little bit of time with her more, that and he didn’t want to assume too much and ask if she wanted to come over, because he thought she might get the wrong idea. sure, he’d like things to go in that direction, but he didn’t want to mess up what they had going on. “or some funnel cake… shit i didn’t notice how hungry i am.” he said with another laugh as he looked over at her and gave her another smile. 

“i doubt that.” very few could keep elena interested the way that henry had. elena’s used to type-casting people upon first glance, knowing exactly just who she was dealing with. but henry continued to surprise her and she wasn’t exactly complaining about that. although coming from the same background as her, he didn’t act like people who were privileged. he was a breath of fresh air, a well needed change from the stuffy life elena found herself forced into. “i think i feel just a little more honored to be going out with you,” she responds back, blue hues briefly scanning the male’s face. leave it to elena to still be the slightest bit competitive. she truly did feel happy that they were here, not eager to trade it in for the world.

the ride soon came to an end, the two finding themselves side by side once more. she chuckles to herself, quickly catching onto henry’s tricks by now as he wraps an arm around her shoulders. but she doesn’t mind, deciding to keep quiet about it for now. she liked having him close to her anyways. “i’m supposed to be on a diet...,” elena trails off, a smile soon breaking out onto her face. she was messing with him. “but i suppose i could treat myself to something fried. just this once.” she laughs along with him afterwards, realizing that she felt the same. “well, there’s nothing but temptation all around us so i don’t blame you. i have a bit of a sweet tooth so i hope you’re still interested in me after this even when i stuff my face with funnel cake.”

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heroexxs·: 

“i mean i could start crying right now if you want.” damian said with a little laugh as he held he phone to his ear and continued to make his way back home. if only he could really take her out without having to worry about lola. even if they left her with a babysitter, he knew that the new parents would be worried about her every second of their date. “is it ever too late for pancakes? honestly i can’t remember the last time me and you got a full nights sleep.” it was almost rare at this point to sleep for more than a couple of hours before the little girl would wake up wanting a diaper change or a bottle. it was something that they still had to get used to, but ti was easier said than done. “i could do somewhere fancy.” maybe not too fancy, but he knew he could still throw the wayne name around and get them into a couple of places. “and actually… i might have the right person to watch lola.” damian was extremely privileged to have the nicer things in life, and even though those things were cut off right now, that didn’t mean that he still didn’t have a couple of cards up his sleeves. even though his father cut him off, that didn’t mean he still couldn’t call up his nanny. when he was younger this dear older woman looked after him while his parents were working, and thankfully the two of them stayed in touch. “you can’t laugh though when i tell you who it is. you gotta promise me that you won’t laugh.” he said before chuckling to himself as he turned the corner to their apartment building. “i could… i mean she’s probably not busy and changed my diapers, but i could call my old nanny. she was a really good lady and… i mean you’d have to meet her first of course.” he said with a little shrug of his shoulders. “it’s all up to you. the door’s unlocked, right? i’m almost home.” 

she laughs softly at his words, a small smile breaking out onto her lips. “not really, that’s an any hour of the day affair,” she shrugs, “i doubt that sleep’ll be going on for a good while now.” little by little, juno found herself getting accustomed to the lack of sleep. that didn’t mean she liked it but she was getting used to it. her annoyance didn’t make her hate lola, of course. she could never hate her. if anything, she found herself falling more and more in love with the little bean she had created. she’s about to tease him once more when she hears him say that he might have someone who could help him with lola. “i won’t laugh, i promise! tell me,” juno assured, a little too excited at this point. she smiles once she hears damian talking about his nanny - juno forgot at times who damian was, the family that he came from. so she’s not the least bit surprised to hear that he had one once upon a time. “i’d love to meet the woman lucky enough to change your diapers,” juno remarked, partially teasing. she knew that she would have to anyways but she trusted damian’s judgment. and if she took care of damian, she trusted that she could take care of lola too. “yeah, the door’s unlocked. i think lola’s finally beginning to calm down, thank god,” the girl breathed out in relief, looking down at the baby resting comfortably on her chest. “i hope your nanny knows what she’s about to get herself into. lola’s definitely inherited my reckless spirit,” she added a moment later.

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heroexxs·:

usually the minute he got off of the plane, he went right to the hotel to relax a bit but usually mallory wasn’t with him. they were in a new place with so many things to do, and he just wanted to get it all done with her. “i heard there’s a couple of cool hiking tails too, and before you laugh, i will hike with you as long as we get to see some cool stuff.” he said with a little laugh before nudging her playfully. the whole ride he kept his window down just so he could take everything in. this wasn’t his first time there, but this was a very important time for the both of them to be there. they had finally mended everything together, and everything seemed to be even better than before, if that was even possible. he took her hand and gave it a little squeeze as he continued to look out the window, sighing happily at all of the sights that he got to see. “now… i told them to cool it with the body guards.” his manager wanted him to have a whole team around the two of them, but he didn’t think that they would really need one. they were just being tourists like anyone else and he just hoped no one would make too bit of a deal. once they finally got close to the bridge, he hopped out of the car and sighed happily before helping her out as well. “i know we can’t go too close, but we can get pretty close.” 

“i think you forgot i’m a librarian, babe,” the blond teases, looking over at chase. “the closest thing i’ve ever done to hiking is reading about it. but if you wanna do it, i’ll do it too. life’s too short not to try new things, huh?” if chase was willing to try it, so would she. her attention’s soon preoccupied with the world outside of her window, mallory trying her best to remember everything. she was bubbling with excitement, in total disbelief that she was finally here. they had more places to go but she was already overwhelmed with this. it was beautiful, if she was being honest. home for her was beautiful in its rustic way but san francisco was a different kind. she nods at his words, both relieved and worried at the news. she didn’t want to be hounded by a whole bunch of body guards but she was worried that the lack of protection could risk them being suddenly overwhelmed by fans. chase was still famous and he could be recognized by anyone. her worries are put on hold once he holds onto her hand, helping her out of the car when they finally make it there. “holy snickerdoodles,” she breathes out, taking in the sight before her, “is it bad to say that i almost feel like crying?” she doubted she actually would but she’s simply amazed. she holds onto his hand, giving it a small squeeze as her smile only grows. “i still can’t believe i’m actually here. if i could thank you a million times, i would.”

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sugarkick·:

the more time he spent in lacey’s presence, the more he wanted to. the world around him had always been such a mystery, one he’d been forbidden to get to the bottom of. but now he was getting older, his parents and management’s chains around him had started to weaken and his ability to be convinced by all their shallow answers and excuses had dwindled, too. to morgan, lacey was a mystery too, one he doubted he could get to the bottom of. though he was far too eager to try, or at the very least get to know her as well as one possibly could. she was worth more than the vapid and shallow approval that popularity could bring, though he was well aware of it’s allure. after all, he’d spent his whole life attempting to gain popularity. it being drilled into him from damn infancy that the more well known his name, the more likely it was he’d be successful and happy. now, he wasn’t so sure. he’d found more happiness in the time he’d spent talking to a girl he barely knew at a party, than he had…everything else he’d been told would bring him joy. “well, as long as you’re sure…” he teases, his smile gently as he lifts himself up, holding his hand out for her to take. it relieves him that she agrees to his suggestion, takes it as a sign that she must feel comfortable within his presence. “…let’s get going, you might have to direct me to this park…i’m very, very new around here.” 

it’s not typical for lacey to be so open with a person so early on, especially with a person she’s just met at a party. it’s even more untypical of her to be planning on leaving a party with them. even though it’s purely intentions, of course. but she could sense that morgan was different than that, that he was nothing like the boys she’s had to encounter. as cliche as it sounded, there was more to him than what met the eye. yet, lacey isn’t exactly sure what. a smile breaks out onto her face at his words, gaze briefly flickering to his hand now held out for her to take. she doesn’t hesitate much at all, grabbing a hold of it. lacey could only hope that her palm wasn’t sweaty, intertwining her fingers with his, as they then made their way outside. “really? where are you from?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her before she could stop the question from tumbling past her lips. a sheepish grin creeps onto her lips as she then shook her head. “never mind, you don’t have to answer that.” you barely know the guy and you already wanna ask him a million and one questions. she was being the very opposite of smooth right about now. “i’ve been told that i’m an excellent tour guide,” she adds, “plus, i know this place like the back of my hand so that counts for something.” here and there, lacey’s been hit with bouts of wanderlust. she always wanted to see a world outside of the one crafted out for her but she doubts she ever will. “you’re in good hands, trust me,” she teasingly replied, flashing a more genuine smile in his direction.

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sugarkick·:

it’s not as though he can expose to her exactly just how knowledgeable he was on the matter; suspecting she was bound to run off and tell her father or use it to her advantage in some other twisted way. perhaps that notion even entering enzo’s mind made him cynical, but he’d seen enough in his relatively short life to know not to trust anyone, to know that boundaries that most might’ve convinced themselves were forbidden to all, had been and would continue to be stepped over. there wasn’t anything some wouldn’t do or attempt to do in order to get what they wanted. which was always money from his experience. even if she irritates him, he knows when and how to hold his tongue. this is only the second job he’s had that could even be considered resume worthy, the first he suspects the only reason he even got this position in the first place. he didn’t want to mess it up, far too aware of his own shortcomings and failures. his job was to protect her, wherever that happened to take him, whatever dangers might’ve lurked. so, it’s with a deeply disgruntled sigh that he takes a seat next to her – not before he’s scared off the patron who’d sat there not seconds before, clearly attempting to woo her. “do you take pleasure out of making this job as difficult to carry out as possible?” he asks, the bitter edge that had filled his words now disappearing. “…you may think me and your father are dramatic, but at least he gives a shit about what happens to you. can’t say my own gives much of a fuck. can’t say i even know where he is.” he knows she didn’t ask and he’s not about to torture her with the details of his upbringing, but he wants to understand her, sure it’ll help him work out how to protect her. he doesn’t want to be some irritating hindrance that she’s desperate to rid herself of. they’d never get anywhere if she continued to view him as that. 

a smirk remains on rosy colored lips as she watches lorenzo scare off the guy right beside her. a part of her’s glad because he had been getting on her last nerves, trying too hard to impress the girl with riches she clearly had. but amusement is etched upon her features at the sight, eyes following his every moment as he occupies the seat. “just a little,” the blond admits, shrugging afterwards. seeing as her entire life was planned out for her, she does whatever she could do to rebel against what was expected for her. having a bodyguard felt constricting and anything she could do to maintain her freedom was going to be done. eyes roll at his words, a small huff escaping her lips when he mentions her dad. but soon she feels bad as he continues on, talking about his own. she was admittedly privileged and just a little bit sheltered, often forgetting that not everyone lived the life she did with two parents and a stable home. although she couldn’t necessarily call her family stable either. a rare yet faint sense of guilt hits her, her features softening as she taps perfectly manicured fingers against the counter. “we could always trade. my dad likes you enough already, i’m sure he’d be happy to have you.” her words are meant to be teasing, an effort to lighten up the mood, but she’s partially serious too. it’s not long before she has the bartender’s attention, motioning for him to bring more drinks. after he sets them down in front of her, she slides two over to lorenzo. “a little way to brighten up the mood. i won’t tell if you won’t,” she assured, a wink following behind it.

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sugarkick·:

even if lizzie had tried to buy her affections, it’s safe to say that wasn’t what really lured annie towards her. the brunette had always been wildly independent…and purposefully so. she loved her family and her friends but  hated the idea of having to lean on them in any capacity. lizzie was no exception to that. she sometimes failed to see that there was a difference between being weak and needing a shoulder to cry on, something that she’s still working out. so, whilst she appreciated the ways in which lizzie had conveyed her affections, it was far from the reason that annie had fell so deeply or her. she saw more sides of lizzie than she anticipated anyone else got to – that in itself left annie feeling special, even if she’d never confessed to that fact. that was their biggest problem, she suspected…that the words uttered between them were often so shallow, the depths of their devotion often hidden beneath sarcasm and protective barriers. annie had seen heartache; through her brothers former relationships, through her step-mother’s heart-wrenching past. it scared her, even if she’d yet to admit that to anyone – herself included. still, in losing lizzie she had lost a part of herself, a part of herself she missed…almost as she missed the woman herself. “…maybe…it’s kind of hard to replicate that kind of excitement without you. not sure i have the knack…not sure anyone else i know does, either.” a smirk curls across her lips as lizzie continues on, though it dissipates at the mention of her boyfriend. though she knows she shouldn’t be jealous, she is – she can’t help it. “didn’t he know what he was getting himself in for?” she asks, though it’s clear by what’s already been said that he either didn’t…or he was hoping to change her, something that annie knew ( and hoped ) was an impossibility. “you could say that again…started to think there was something wrong with me when i stopped waking up with a banging headache every damn day…” annie giggles, biting into her smile. “are you happy?” it’s a deeper question than even she’d anticipated falling from her lips, but she needs to know. wants to know lizzie’s more than okay, that she’s happy – that they’d made the right decision, even if annie couldn’t say she’s the happiest she’s ever been. that didn’t matter…not if lizzie was thriving. 

lizzie’s well aware of how difficult she is, how unlovable she could be. she knows that the only reason she even has friends is due to the power her last name holds or she’s managed to buy them in one way or another. although her boyfriend genuinely liked her, it wasn’t to say that he got with her due to her sweet personality. and so,  lizzie had never known genuine love even when confronted with it. not until annie came around. but she had managed to mess that up too, too stubborn to admit her faults. if there’s one thing she regrets, it’s having allowed things to end the way they had. perhaps that was why she was here - to try and make one thing in her life right for once. “knew it,” the brunette grins, “i’m undoubtedly the most interesting person you’ve ever met.” it wasn’t so much opinion at this point, it being more of a fact. half of the time, lizzie fondly remembers dragging annie to pretty much every night club and bar in the city. if she was going to party, she wasn’t going to do so alone. “yeah but that doesn’t stop him from trying,” lizzie shrugs, her response vague. he thought that love would be powerful enough to mold lizzie from a reckless party girl to a potential housewife. she chuckles dryly at the mere thought. lizzie couldn’t help but smile at the sounds of annie’s giggles, even managing to chuckle more softly along with her. but the smile on her lips soon falters at the question that annie throws at her next. she should’ve known it was coming but still, it catches her off guard. lizzie contemplates lying - that she was doing wonderful without her around. but they have too much history between the two of them for her to treat her like that. “no,” she admits, looking away from annie and suddenly becoming all too focused on her drink. “i’m absolutely miserable. but i’ll be fine, i’ll get over it. i always do.” she thought that if she forced herself to forget about annie, those feelings would eventually wear off. and for a while, they had begun to. but reunited with her ex had caused those feelings to resurface and burn within her. “if you’re happy, though, that’s good. at least one of us isn’t completely hopeless.”

[sorrybcby]

ofwonderings·:

      gotcha. his invitation was the gateway in to letting bianca slip her way in to his life (at least for the night). shrugging off her designer coat, she draped it over the back of the bar stool, easily sliding in to place next to him. a slender finger raises to grab the attention of the bartender and requests another two of whatever erik was having. usually, she was a dry martini type of gal, but she doubted she’d get a good one here. “really, really.” she nods. once the beer is placed in front of her, she eyes it for a moment before finally bringing it to her lips and taking the tiniest sip. “you’re too much,” bianca waves him off. leaning an elbow on to the bar top, she cups her in chin in her hands as she gazes over at him. “i just can’t get you out of my head because i want to know more…” she truly meant that considering her team of so-called professionals only came up with the bare minimum about him. “you’re just different.”

erik was always an observer for small details. he liked to see the bigger picture as well as the small details that composed of it. and he genuinely liked bianca, in a twisted way. at first attracted to her due to the wealth she had, he found himself wanting to learn more. she represented a life he never had, one he couldn’t. and although he wanted to chalk her up as yet another rich girl, he couldn’t shake the idea that she was much more. or if his mind wanted to convince him as such. eyes flicker up to meet her cat green ones, a grin creeping onto his lips as he hears her response. “i’m an honest man,” he responds back playfully, clutching onto his chest. he’s a liar, that’s what he is, all too gifted at what he does. but he hadn’t been lying about her. for the most part, he has been honest with her. but honesty is ugly and he wonders if she would stick around if he had unveiled the dark truth about himself. “different?” he says, grin growing, “so i’m not like the rich snobs you hang around with then?” as much as he likes to pretend, he simply can’t be. he’s nowhere near as clean cut and fancy. he’s dirty and gritty and raw, all too accustomed with crimson staining his hands. but he’s so good at pretending. “there’s not much to know about, though. i’m quite boring. it won’t be long before you get tired of me.” but, god, he hoped not.

[sorrybcby]

harmcomforts·:

since damian was a child his parents have directed his every move. they’ve picked the nannies and tutors, selected the best schools, pushed him hard into following in the footsteps of all the men in his family by joining the family business. sometimes he feels there’s no way he’s truly his father’s son, if he’s the only one who struggles with how deep and dark the underbelly of the kiryakov family is. he feels guilt and shame, he berates himself for the excess he participates in. even now he wants to tear his eight hundred dollar dress shirt to shreds in his hands. exhaling sharply, he watches the way her arms uncross and he sees potential, as if lizzie is opening herself to this concept, this idea he’s put out in the open. “yes, if they found out, it’d be a scandal. we’d be the fucking talk of the town, but i think we assume their reach has no bounds, but i’ve hid things from my parents. haven’t you?” he points out, following the line of logic he’s been guiding himself through to even get to this point. there’s a step closer to him and he tenses just a little bit, but it quickly melts in his body as she offers him a smile. he wants to take a snapshot of it, to savour it, because sometimes he wonders between the smiles she gives him if it’ll be his last for a while. his own smile spreads across his features and he nods slowly. “you have no fucking idea.” he replies, taking a step closer to her and another as she continues. they’re dreaming big here, imagining not only escaping this endless war they’ve been forced to be part of but imagining changing the rules all together. “how do you propose we turn the tables, elizabeth?” he questions, his voice lower now because in all his haste to get close, now he’s close enough that he could reach out and touch. it’s a slow decision, the way his hand reaches out slowly, fingers practically aching until he manages to brush his over hers, electricity running through him. “because at the moment i have a bit of a one track mind and you are… the only thing i can see.” 

lizzie didn’t bother to entertain fantasies. not the kind that she and damian were talking about anyways. in reality, she knew she’d stay in this life forever. she’d be forced to mold into the image her mother’s crafted out for her. she’ll probably marry a man just like her father - rich, dull, controlling. it’ll be another bitter cycle, unless she stops it. as cliche as it sounded, the rich girl who had the whole world in the palm of her hand hated her life. she hates the expensive secrets she’s had to shoulder on her back, secrets that aren’t even her own. the lovelace family is certainly far from innocent, hands dirtied in an attempt to keep maintaining their comfortably luxurious lifestyle. more than anything, lizzie’s tired. and just a little bit bored. but definitely tired. “of course,” she grins, “if they knew every single thing i did behind their backs, every thought that ran through my wicked little mind, i don’t even think we’d be having this conversation right now.” she’s not sure what’s more shocking at this moment - the fact that she’s smiling at him or that he’s smiling at her. nonetheless, she enjoys the sight more than she ought to. her smile only grows at his words and an unfamiliar feeling blossoms within her chest. lizzie isn’t sure what it is ( she’s used to trying to feel little to nothing, numbing the slightest emotion with whatever booze she can get her hands on ). “we prove ‘em wrong. we stop being their little puppets and control our own fate.” could they really do that or is this just merely part of the fantasy? it feels all too real, however, when she feels his fingers brush against hers. just like that, the feeling seems to grow more and she doesn’t even realize that she’s beginning to intertwine their fingers together. instantly, her heart flutters within her chest at his words. “really?” she asks, glancing up at him. they’re much too close now and lizzie suddenly desires to close the gap in between them. she knew that the right thing to do was stop this before it escalated. but lizzie liked doing the opposite of what she was told, testing the boundaries further and further. “is it bad to admit that i’ve been feeling the same about you?” it’s undoubtedly bad. terrible even. still, she edges closer now - the space between the two becoming minimal. “would it be even worse if we kissed right now?”

[sorrybcby]

hvneysuvkle·:

closed starter for : @grrlhoods 

As the other startles, Clove smirks, unable to keep her satisfaction to herself as she climbs in through the open window; and then the fresh, drizzling air is all around them. Spattering raindrops brought in from the outside as she tosses her wet hair from her eyes. “Don’t be scared,” She tells the other with a slight pant from the cold. There’s mirth in her tone – an excitement she’s unable to conceal. “I just need you to come with me for a minute.” 

valentine isn’t nearly as sweet as her name suggests. she’s not soft in the slightest. and usually, she doesn’t scare easy. but she finds herself feeling the faint emotion at that moment - heart fluttering in her chest as she makes her way to her open window ( yes, she’s definitely asking for a murderer to come through ) only to find the smirking yet all too familiar face of clove now before her. “i’m not scared,” the blond responds stubbornly, trying her best to not act as though she wasn’t close to peeing her pants. she rakes in the other female’s rather damp appearance, biting back some slick remark. “now? out there? you’re crazy.” but valentine likes crazy. “give me a couple minutes to change.” she doubts pj's would be the perfect attire for whatever clove had planned.

[sorrybcby]

ncbcdies·:

      miller hadn’t laid a finger on why he enjoyed being hurt so much. previous partners had told him to get a shrink and talk out his problems, that he had mommy issues (which he may still have) and had told him to go to hell, which, he didn’t mind. people have thrown the book at him, yet imogen hadn’t yet. “why don’t you find out?” his smart-ass retort flew off the tongue. his eyes narrowed at the woman in front of him. he tried not to visibly drool at her words. imogen was enticing. in that moment he was willing to do whatever she wanted him to do. swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he continued to step forward, the distance between them shrinking with each step. “you’d KILL me?” his brow arches. miller always bragged that he wasn’t afraid of death, but most of the time he was certain he was all talk no action. “you should spare me so you can use me,” he begins to explain. “if you kill me then there’s no more fun. unless you’re in to dead bodies and in that case… i won’t judge. just unfortunate for me.” he sounds smug.

the woman is twisted. she’s long since accepted the fact ever since she had fist taken a life. there’s no redemption for her, no one to save her down the dark and bloody path she was headed towards. his remark should’ve been enough to annoy her. but she’s far too amused by now, seeing that the male was coming to her with a proposition most would never have. she’s well aware of the distance between the two of them now shortening but she’s not afraid. she’s more and more interested. only nodding slowly in response to his question, fingers itch to grab a hold of the knife that’s tucked away safely in her back pocket. but she stops herself once she hears his answer. “use you?” she asks, tone laced with both amusement and intrigue. the offer’s definitely more tempting now, seeing as the male had nothing of real use to her. nothing except his body and his slightly frightening addiction to pain. “you’re right. it wouldn’t be very fun anymore.” she pretends to pout at that, using the opportunity to pull out the knife. a wicked grin creeps onto her face as she twirls it around. it shines deviously in the light. “i was planning on using this tonight. on you. a quick slice to the throat, painful for you but so fun to watch. but now...,” she trails off, beginning to trace the knife up his shirt before teasingly pressing the edge against his neck. “i suppose i could put this to better use, hm?”

[sorrybcby]

ncbcdies·:

     she flipped the curtain of blonde hair over her shoulder before shrugging off her coat and draping it off the back of the bar stool. bianca slid in to place next to him and immediately ordered whatever he was having— whatever erik liked, she would like, too. “are you kidding? i love it here! i meet up with the girls from my old boarding school here all the time.” lies, lies, lies. she hated those girls and she thought this bar was dirty and germ filled. bianca examined the male from head to toe. she wanted to know every part of him. she checked her phone and sighed. “well, damn. i was going to meet up with my friends but they just bailed on me. i hate that,” bainca sighed. a manicured hand reach forward and grip on to his bicep. “i would love to join you.” a toothy smile is flashed in his direction. “you know it’s funny we run in to each other here because i have been thinking about you a lot.” 

he only nods at her explanation, a smile dancing on his lips. one thing that erik quickly learned about the blond was this: she was too eager, too inviting, too eager to share details of her life. she was easy, almost too easy. but like a kid in a candy store, he was always hungry for more. he was the big bad wolf in devilishly charming sheep’s clothing, willing to play the prince charming that’ll save the rich princess from her sorrows. at the sudden news of her plans being cancelled, he bites back a smirk ━ settling for a sympathetic glance instead. “i’d say that sucks but their loss is my gain,” he shot back, grinning at this point when she touches his bicep. he’s not an overly touchy person but for her, he’ll try. he’s willing to try anything for her. “really?” he asks, voice tinged with amusement. “that’s funny because i’ve been thinking about you a lot too.” if she knew just how much he thought about her, she’d probably run away. his mind was dark and terrifying and pretty girls like bianca shouldn’t see them. “but then again, it’s pretty hard to forget a woman like you.”