#I wish I had the Kirby slippers. all I need in life is the Kirby slippers

[sapphic-kumatora]

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[softxharry]

Blacklist (eight)

Harry Styles, one of the FBI’s most wanted criminals turns himself in– and all he wants to do is speak with one rookie agent.  

It’s her job to figure him out and it’s his to protect her from her past, but all secrets have to be told eventually.

AN// You can keep up with this story here via the tag HSBlacklist or on Wattpad at brutallybeautiful !

I'm brushing my teeth in my pajamas when there's a knock on my door. My neighbor has been coming over every morning to borrow sugar and I'm to much of a pushover to say no. The first day he came over, he tried to introduce himself. The second day, he told me about the American Pie Movie he watched the night before. The third day, I told him I was running late and then had an awkward exchange when we both left our apartment two hours later.

Today, I was brushing my teeth so of course I won't be able to talk to him. I walk to the kitchen, grab the ziplock bag I've already prepared and shove it into his chest as soon as the door is open.

And should I say I'm really surprised when it's not my neighbor standing at the door? (Hint: the answer is no)

"I don't need any sugar, thank you," Harry laughs, pushing himself past me to invite himself inside.

"I will take a cup of coffee though, if you're making it."

I stare at him, the door still half open, toothbrush still in my mouth, hair pulled into a I-don't-even-know-what on top of my head. Harry strides in and takes a seat on the barstool at the breakfast nook in my kitchen.

"Are you going to close the door? Or just let your neighbors assume we slept together last night?"

I roll my eyes at his comment and trudge to the kitchen sink to spit. I mock him in my head in a dumb voice. I thought for someone who can't answer a single question that you ask him would be more subtle about the flirts.

"What are you doing in my house?" I ask him, wiping the excess toothpaste from my face. I want to ask him how he knows where I live, but I know it would be pointless. He wouldn't answer anyways. Harry stands up and pours himself a cup of coffee, a cup of my coffee. Not that I was going to drink the entire pot, but still, I was annoyed.

He sits back down again.

"I wanted to wish you good luck at the trial today,"

"Thank you?" I raise my eyebrow in confusion.

"Your apartment is nice, neighbors are nice as well. They offered me a doughnut."

"They call the cops on me all the time," I tell him and we both laugh. We look at each other for a moment, in an awkward silence.

"Can you- I have to get ready," I mumble.

"Oh, right."

Harry stands up, straightening out his black button up shirt. He eyes me up and down, from the slippers on my feet to the bun on top of my head, and grins.

"You look cute like this. Maybe I can see it again, sometime," he winks.

"Go, Harry."

And with the stupid smirk on his face, Harry walks out the door.

-

"And what happened when Kurt Weber entered the rail car at Washington Metropolitan Area Transit?"

"Kurt Weber, entered the seat next to me and held a knife to my abdomen." I say quietly into the microphone. Photos of the cut on my stomach flash on a projector. "And admitted to using Jamie-"

I'm interrupted by a man on the jury who begins to cough loudly. My eyes dart towards him. His hand is clasped over his heart, people are already starting to surround him, the judge is banging his gavel to keep the court quiet. A court marshal ushers me down and leads me out of the room.

"We ask that you stay in here, for your protection," the marshal mumbles, opening the door for me. I don't even think anything of it as I walk through the threshold, don't take note of how odd it is, until I black out and wake up in the trunk of a car.

When I was nine, I almost drowned in the ocean. Sometimes I wake up at night remembering the feeling of water filling my lungs, the feeling of my dad pounding on my chest, beating the water out of me. I remember the sound of my mother crying and the gasps from the surrounding crowd.

I had come to the conclusion when I woke up again that I would take reliving that moment one thousand times over before wanting to remember this moment ever again.

I start panicking at the realization that I was in the trunk of a car, with a throbbing headache, hands uncomfortably zip-tied behind my back and I had no idea why, or how. I feel the car roll to the stop and my breath hitches in my throat as footsteps drag against the gravel, coming closer towards me.

The sun is bright when I see it again and I squint behind the tears that filled my eyes to see bald headed man greeting me outside of the trunk. He grabs me by the arm and yanks me out of the trunk, forcefully. My eyes dart around, looking for anything familiar, but all I see are trees, dense trees and a small cabin up ahead.

Before I can even think about where I'm going, my feet are carrying my away from the bald man and I'm running towards the tree line as fast as my legs can go.

But, with my hands zip-tied behind my back, I can't catch myself when he pushes me to the ground and I fall flat on my face, cheek scraping against a stick. I suck in a sharp breath at the fall. I literally had the wind knocked out of me, even more so when he delivers a kick to my side with a loud grunt.

He yanks me up again, this time holding tighter onto my arm as he drags me to the cabin (smart move).

"What do you want with me?" I scream, thrashing in his arms.

But he doesn't answer. And I had a feeling that he brought me out here to do a lot more than just kick me in the side.

-

I'm sitting in a wooden chair, legs tied together, hands zipped tied with a second zip tie, watching as the man walks around, grabbing all sorts of bottles and jugs.

In front of me is a white room, lit up with fluorescence, medical cabinets sitting high on the wall. There's a weird metal tub in the middle of the floor and the bald headed man is pouring liquids into the tub. I gulp.

"Don't you think I should at least know the name of the person that is going to kill me?" I ask him, fumbling with the zip ties behind me.

"Kirby," He mumbles, not looking up at me. I freeze at the reply. Deep down inside me, I knew that I wasn't going to make it out of here. And he just confirmed my fears.

"You don't look like a killer—you look like a, you look like a father. A son?"

Kirby stops pouring the liquid into the tub and looks up at me. Bingo.

"A son then, how old is he? How old is your son?"

"He's 15, he's in his own band." He smiles proudly. I resent him and the way he's so casual as he pours up some sort of concoction that's probably going to end my life. He walks to another cabinet and grabs something else to pour into the tub.

"I knew it, a caring father. Not a killer."

He pulls out a tray and wheels it next to me. I don't want to look down to see what's on the tray, but I do anyways. And I regret it.

Sharp scalpels, a long pointed metal stick, medical utensils. He picks up the metal stick and wipes it with a wipe.

"Are you a mother?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"That's good," he smiled. "I was told to make you suffer."

"By who?"

I'm trying to keep conversation with him to avoid the inevitable whatever the fuck he's going to do to me. And I'm trying to keep calm, but I can't keep calm as he inches closer towards my neck with an object too sharp for my comfort.

"Oh wait," he stops. He walks back into the white room and grabs a camera with a tripod on it, setting it up in front of me.

"Harry is going to want to see this,"

[sage-selfships]

Sage H. D. - Bully Self-Insert

This is my Self-Insert for Bully/Canis Canem Edit! I made the art myself and would appreciate if you didn’t use it! The Template was created by Silkvale and found here! I will post updated versions to @kitty-selfshipping so uhm yeah, follow that blog to read it when it’s totally finished or edited.

If you are interested in reading the current info about my Bully Self-Insert, please read under the cut!

Biographical Information Full Name [& Pronunciation] - Sage Holland Drage ( S AI J ) ( H AW - l uh n d ) ( d r ai j ) Meaning - Herb or Prophet, Ridgeland, Dragon Set Age - 14-15 Certified Birthdate - 12 January 1992 (not my real birth year, but shh) Astrological Sign -  Capricorn Pronouns - They/them or He/Him Aliases & Preferred Nicknames – Dumbbell - Sage might not actually like the nickname, but Mandy WIles insist on calling Sage it whenever Mandy sees Sage, so Sage is  Dragon - As some people may not be able to pronounce Sage’s surname, Sage just call themselves Dragon to make it easier for everyone. Ms. Shy - Even though Sage prefers to go by he/him or they/them pronouns, people insist on calling them ms, and many people consider them shy because of how they seem terrified of new people Puppy - A nickname Sage got from Kirby Olsen, that they claim matches their general personality Ethnicities Distant Descendants : American, British,  Dominant Descendants : Norwegian, Swedish, Danish Physical Description Hair Color - Brown Eye Color - Blue Weight – Height - Typical Clothing Wear :  Maroon or pink vest, purple skirt, blue bow, purple bow, pink shoes - School   uniform  Red stained dress and blonde wig - Halloween costume, that is supposed to resemble Carrie White from the movie Carrie Faux fur coat, faux fur ushanka - Winter attire Figure/Build - Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks – A mole just over their lip Explain: Tattoos: Piercings: Frequently Worn Jewelry: Choker belt around their neck Personal Information Current Living Arrangements - Sage currently lives with three of their American relatives, but also they technically live at Bullworth, in the girl’s dorm Originated from - Vestfold, Norway Traveled Territories - Hobbies -   Fears – Spiders, snakes, insects, heights, scarecrows, most of the jocks Religion/Beliefs – Atheist Why?: Sage grew up in an atheist family, as simple as that. Health Behaviors Physical Ailments/ Disabilities/ Issues – Addiction(s) [Sex, Drugs, Smoking, Alcohol, Other]  Why?: Any regular medication taken? – Medication for their Iron Deficiency and for their Hives Chronological Information Profession - Student Likes - Dislikes - Goals/Ambitions – Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience - Story behind experience: Weapons/Equipment - Sage mostly fights using their hands but can use a baseball if they need to Personal Attributes Personality - Strengths - Weaknesses - Good Habits - Bad Habits - Fetishes/Strange Behaviors - Stereotype - Shy kid with few friends As you know them better(and you like them) : As you know them better(and you hate them) :   Ratings on Personal Qualities (don't go overboard make reasonable stats for your character) Physical Strength : 4/10 Sage might not regularly train, but surprisingly Sage is stronger than they seem Attractive : 5/10 Sage doesn’t consider themselves the most beautiful and mostly blames it upon their parents and grandparents for how they look Honesty : 7/10 Sage hates lying in general, but still does lie if they need to. Rule Abiding : 3/10 Sage thinks certain rules are to be broken and others are to be broken. Sociability : 3/10 Sage is quite shy when it comes to meeting new people, but if they muster up enough confidence they can make new friends. Bullworth Academy Information Reason for enrolling: Sage has lacked disiplince and Sage’s parents had relatives that lived close Bullworth, so they decided on sending them to a Clique - Standing and Rank in Social Circle  - Room Number – 4 Roommate(s)-  Zoe Taylor & Beatrice Trudeau Favourite Subject(s) – English,  & Art Why?: Sage loves English because they’ve felt so motivated and  Least Favorite Subject(s) – Why?: Favourite Teacher – Mr. Galloway & Mrs. Philips Why?: Mr. Galloway - Sage takes a liking to Mr. Galloway, mostly because he encouraged and gave Sage a warm welcome to the school, during Sage’s first day at Bullworth Mrs. Philips - Sage got a few compliments Least Favorite Teacher –  Mr. Slawter Why?: Sage is quite afraid of Mr. Slawter, mostly because he yelled at Sage during their first class Knowledgeability Language(s) – Norwegian, English Schooling Level - Grade 8-9, Expertise – Chemistry - Math - English - Geography - Sage knows a few things, like where certain European countries are, but after that, nothing more Politics/Law - Economy - Cooking/Culinary - Shop - Botany/Biology - Mythology - high / Sage knows a lot about Norrøn Mythology and enjoys learning more and more about it Art - high / Sage highly enjoys Art and feels that they know a lot about the rules about realism and perspective Photography - Sage knows how to use a camera, and what settings look good or not, so they consider themselves at a 5/10 Reading Level - Overall Intelligence Level(s) - Interpersonal and Naturalistic. Relationships Statuses   (once you list characters here, delete them from the other list near the end of this information sheet, makes things less confusing) (Also, please describe the relationships of your character with other characters) Trusted Companions Closest Friend(s) –   Milliz - “I trust her with my life. Nothing more or less to say. And might I add that her and Earnest are really freakiNG ADOREABLE?” (Jeg beklager ikke for at du er satt på denne lista, Milliz) Friend(s) -   Kirby Olsen - Despite Kirby being a jock and Sage being afraid of most of the jocks, Kirby and Sage are pretty close and    

Hated Rivals Worst Enemies – Intolerable Students - Harmless Acquaintances Tolerated Students - Tolerated Townsfolk - Hot Encounters Hinted Attractions - Crush(es) - Lover(s) - Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins and Petey (Ey, don’t judge me please or make comments about this please, I just ship myself with all of them :( I will also make like another post or tweet where I just describe everything from lore to headcanons about this ) Ex(s) - None Extra Information Eating Habits Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore – Favorite Food(s): Favorite Drink(s): Disliked Food(s): Disliked Drink(s): Added Information Proclaimed Theme Song(s) - Either Dancing Queen by ABBA or Scent – Favourite Color: Favourite Season: Favourite Animal: Sage  Favourite Music Genre: Sage can’t really choose, but they are very fond of country and Pop Most Memorable Quote – Various Quotes Through Interaction :  “ Walking around – “I sure hope Mandy was joking when he called me a dumbbell...” “I don’t know jack dritt about math, how am I supposed to get a good grade?” “Gary mentioned something about rats, wondered what he was on about.” “I’m considering joining a clique... but which one?” “ “ “ “ When the fire alarm goes off – “Stuff like this always happens when you least expect it.” “Sure hope this isn’t a drill, I don’t want my slippers to get wet again without reason.” Greetings Good Terms: “Hiya!” “Hey there, best friend!” “How ya doing, sweetie?” “How are you doing, buddy?” “Hey, anyhting fun happen recently?” “Bro! What’s up?” “Heisann!” (Norwegian for ‘Hey there’) Bad Terms: “Please leave me alone” “I rather not talk.” “Ew.” “Get out of my face!” “Leave me alone!” “Continue being around me and I’ll beat you up! Or cry!” Saying goodbye – Good Terms: “Have a good day! “See you later!” “Hope you have a good night!” Bad Terms: “”See you in Hell, I uhm mean class.” “Leave already.” “I’m getting a headache, gotta go.” “Byyeee, see you never.” When Flirted With – Good Terms: “I uhm...” “Thank you....” “Well I uhm, thank you so much! I uhm haha, we should hang out or something!” “I feel flattered. I’ll uhh have to go over there until the blushing stops.” “Continue acting this sweet and you’re going to be getting ladies really quickly.” “ “You’re such a sweetheart!” “If I were of age, I would marry you right here on the spot, but I’m still too young.” Bad Terms: “I wouldn’t say I don’t like you, but I’m not that interested.” “Not to be rude, but no.” “That better not be trying to make me blush, because it didn’t work at all.” “ “

Watching a fight – “I know I shouldn’t watch this crap, but damn it feels so right, right now!” “ Attacking – “I’m sorry!” “I have no choice in this situation, so I apologize beforehand!” “I learnt this one from my friend!” While Fighting – “I really wish it didn’t have to end with one of us being hurt!” “Ouch! Thanks, I guess!”

Chasing someone – “You can run, but you can also hide!” “Come back here! please...!” Out of breath – “This always happens....” “Why do I have to have iron deficiency? When hidden from – “ Knocked out – “ Stinkbomb explodes – “I can’t see shit!” “I should be happy I can’t smell anything from before!” Opinions on students who reside at Bullworth Academy– (in alphabetical order) Bullies   Davis White: Ethan Robinson: Russell Northrop: Tom Gurney: Trent Northwick: Troy Miller: Wade Martin: Zoe Taylor: Greasers Hal Esposito: Johnny Vincent: Lefty Mancini: Lola Lombardi: Lucky De Luca: Norton Williams: Peanut Romano: Ricky Pucino: Vance Medici: Jocks Bo Jackson: Casey Harris: Damon West: Dan Wilson: Juri Karamazov: Luis Luna: Mandy Wiles: Ted Thompson: Nerds Algernon Papadopoulos: Beatrice Trudeau: Bucky Pasteur: Cornelius Johnson: Donald Anderson: Earnest Jones: Fatty Johnson: Melvin O'Connor: Thad Carlson: Non-Cliques Angie Ng: Christy Martin: Constantinos Brakus: Eunice Pound: Gloria Jackson: Gordon Wakefield: Ivan Alexander: Karen Johnson: Lance Jackson: Melody Adams: Pedro De La Hoya: Ray Hughes: Sheldon Thompson: Trevor Moore: Preppies Bif Taylor: Bryce Montrose: Chad Morris: Derby Harrington: Gord Vendome: Justin Vandervelde: Parker Ogilvie: Pinky Gauthier: Tad Spencer: Opinion on Adults who teach and patrol at Bullworth Academy – (in alphabetical order) Miss Danvers: Miss Peters: Mr. Galloway: Mr. Luntz: Mr. Matthews: Mr. Wiggins: Mrs. Carvin: Mrs. MacRae: Mrs Peabody: Ms. Phillips: Neil: Prefects – Edward Seymour II: Karl Branting: Max MacTavish: Seth Kolbe: Opinions on People in the cities of Bullworth – (in alphabetical order) Townies Clint(aka Henry): Sage doesn’t like saying it, but they’re quite afraid of him and  Duncan: Edgar Munsen: Gurney: Jerry: Leon: Omar Romero: Otto Tyler: Residents in the city of Bullworth – Bethany Jones: Denny: Dr. Bambillo: Krakauer: Mihailovich: Miss Abby: Mr. Brekindale: Mr. Buckingham: Mr. Castillo: Mr. Doolin: Mr. Huntingdon: Mr. Johnson: Mr. Martin: Mr. Ramirez: Mr. Salvatore: Mr. Smith: Mr. Sullivan: Ms. Rushinski Mrs. Lisburn: Osborne: