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how do ya'll get out of writer's block 😭

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❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

flick of gaze and her face is set with a manic - tinged intensity / a crossroads between panic and frustration. there are a handful of problems with this — one being that there's supposed to be an ulterior motive here, two, it is absolutely necessary to keep an eye on the cleaner, and three, dozia thinks there's no one else she can ask. ' i need someone to come with me, ' she'd implored, ' need someone for morale support ' at a stupid fundraising event. where he'd be waiting to meet her.

❝ well, it's going to be if i have anything to do with it—— ❞ she starts, words disappearing as quickly as she's speaking. anger, always quick to anger. harlow's all flustered now, rose - plagued cheeks and furrowed brows. ( 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ? )

she relents, rubbing small circles into thundering temples. ❝ i'm sorry. i shouldn't've snapped. would you at least mind hanging out at my place so i can complain afterwards ? ❞

| | | | | @crimeclean , a forgotten prompt . ♡

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i will be away for the weekend but back monday to hopefully catch up on drafts ! ♡

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𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆, something soft and sultry that blooms out of the knowledge that malee knows her name. there's always gratification when eyes follow her, always a rush when she makes people lose track of their words, but this . . . harlow softens. ❝ well, you could say i come from a business where it's important to look after the boss. ❞ she sets the bottle on the table, pausing to collect her words. ❝ i've been working here for a few months, now. four or five, i think— hard to keep track when i'm having fun, ❞ she murmurs, confidence shining as she sends malee a wink.

  making her usual rounds & ensuring 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 was up to code, the vampire who was mostly lost in discussion could only turn towards the 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 speaking to her. noticing the glass, a part of her wondered if they wanted something. " 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? " malee asked suddenly, before she's taking a 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 from said glass. " 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆." she stated rather bluntly, before meeting her gaze again.

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having a very bad day so i will be over at @lotusgrieved to work on his carrd

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NAME: big boss 👑 RINGTONE: it girl — aliyahs interlude LAST TEXT RECEIVED: I'm coming in tonight LAST TEXT SENT: Got it! I'll have your VIP set up by 8 😊💯 PICTURE:

SEND ☎ FOR YOUR MUSE'S INFO ON HARLOW'S PHONE , @lovespower

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you're bleeding.

it's been a really shit day— in sullen motion does she find herself turning away from the cleaner, jaw set and gaze distant. fire takes place of saccharine and she tries to breathe, tries to swallow back the tears venom on her tongue. going through the motions, ❝ you should see the other guy. ❞

but the words fall flat of their usual triumph . . . in the end, there isn't a lot of satisfaction in hurting anyone else. in the end, she's still shaking and painful and cold. something twinges deep in her gut and the yearning is pushed away ( 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 ! ) not with the goal harlow had been given, not with the lies, not knowing what she may have to do.

what kind of person would make their target help them?

there is way too little alcohol in her system to deal with this right now. ❝ leave it alone, alright? you should go home, i'll text you later. ❞

| | | | | BULLET TRAIN PROMPTS / @crimeclean

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the day really took it out of me, so here's a little plotting call instead ❤

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Madelyn Cline via Instagram Stories

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REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.

[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.

[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.

[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.

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cute. 𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑬? brows furrow slightly in the wake of curiosity, teetering on the edge of scorn. perhaps on a different day, a bad one, there would have been quite an insult in his remark about her performance. then again, maybe he just prefers the company of gentlemen.

still, harlow hums and slides into the seat across from him, smooth and unrelenting. the look in his eyes is a familiar one, a cold kind of spark that comes from seeing way too much. her words weave saccharine, careful in their velvet tone. ❝ you wanna talk about it? ❞ whatever's on your mind. ❝ or i'm happy to help you find whatever it is you're looking for. ❞ unless he's looking for something he isn't supposed to be— customers come for the show, dealers come for transactions, guards come for security, and . . . strangers come looking where they don't belong . ❝ lucky for you, i have nowhere to be for the next half hour . ❞

he was naught but a silhouette at a corner table, half-hidden in the shadows, his glass, empty ( yet again ), sitting neglected on the sticky surface, showcasing his night’s indulgence. his spheres, bloodshot and weary, wandered aimlessly over the scene before him ⸻ women danced under the flickering lights, their bodies moving in time with the relentless beat of the music, their laughter and shouts mingling into discord that seemed to come from a distance. he watched them in silence, detached and melancholy, feeling a deep, abiding sadness that seemed to seep into his very bones. the betrayal that had brought him there, that had driven him to seek solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol and anonymity, weighed heavily on his heart.

he did not notice her approach at first, lost as he was in his own swirling thoughts, but he noted the slender figure in a sleek dress, her presence an unexpected intrusion, but wickedly appreciated. he looked at her, his gaze unfocused and distant, his expression a mask of nonchalant calm. he caught fragments of her query, something about the show... the night. ❝ yeah, it's... mmh... decent. ❞ his vox, when he spoke, was rough and flat, devoid of emotion, a nonchalance that bordered on the careless. ❝ but not surprising. ❞ mayhap a tad of jest, wanting exhilaration in the interaction, something that could make him forget. ❝ you're cute, though... i give you credit for that. ❞

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i'm gonna have to apologize because harlow is so fuckin intense when she gets close to people. like all the time. none of you will escape!

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NAME: doozy 🔪 RINGTONE: the dexter theme song LAST TEXT RECEIVED: I can't. LAST TEXT SENT: I will literally buy you the whole bar if you come!🥂💯😄 ... Lol I'm not kidding, you're coming 🖤 PICTURE:

SEND ☎ FOR YOUR MUSE'S INFO ON HARLOW'S PHONE , @crimeclean

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“what can that hand do?” kill. Cause problems

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gravity yearns to pull her out of the task, out of the clear head and tension prickling in her gut. FUCK IT . harlow picks up a glass ( not hers ) and downs it in one go. the smile warms, loosening, softening beneath the lights. ❝ thanks ! ❞ guilt is one heavy bastard, one that grips her attention just long enough to watch how the lights dance across teodozja's cheeks― dwelling on the curve of polite distrust where oblivious joy once lay. fuck it all.

❝ listen― we need to talk, but i am dying to dance until i can't think anymore. like seriously! ❞ patience has never been a strong suit, especially not when a manicured hand slips into dozia's ; decisive, but not firm enough to hold. the gesture comes in the shadow of pleading, more 'cause god knows what they'd do to her if harlow fucks this up. ❝ five minutes and i'll leave you to it, i promise ! ❞

          THE MUSIC IS LOUD  &  THE LIGHTS ARE DIM  &     the only source of illumination are the strobe lights  &  neon green glow sticks someone put around teodozja's neck when she had entered.   it's nice,   all in all,   it does not require any thought  &  most of all:   it's miles away from work.     (WITH YOUR HANDS SCRUBBED CLEAN  &  YOUR WORK HOODIE STILL SMELLING LIKE SMOKE   .  .  .)     what is not miles away from work is the drink that finds a way into her hand unannounced.   you see,   there is one stark difference between a flirty drink  &  a work related drink:     it's the approach.   if you want to get someone lightheaded  &  maybe make out on the dance floor later,   their week is the not where you start your questioning.     (SHE COULD,   OF COURSE,   JUST BE A TERRIBLE FLIRT   .  .  .   BUT HOW LIKELY IS THAT,   IN YOUR LINE OF WORK?)     "don't we all?"     she says instead  &  it's true enough.   it's friday night  &  they are in a club where they yell to be heard over the music.   this is not where you got at the end of a successful day at your job after you got your children to sleep.     "the drinks good!   i commend your taste."