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[punk1nl0v333]

that was the game

in which you hate carrington bornstein. or do you?

warnings: use of Y/N, alcohol, kiss, cursing, implied!fem!reader, not proofread

you hated carrington. did you have an exact reason why? not necessarily. there was just something about the cocky, toothy smirk he always gave you when you were around, his lingering eyes anytime you wore something skimpy, and that damned laugh. you had to control yourself around him, one last angry outburst and he might clap back, and you couldn’t risk losing jake and johnnie because of carrington. each time you spoke his name it was laced with venom, spat from your lips, but deep down wishing it could be falling from your mouth like a prayer.

you walk into tara’s house, looking around as the party had begun. you were a bit late, since you had gotten distracted unpacking your belongings into your new apartment. you had agreed to match with tara for her fourth of july party: a blue bikini to pair with her red one and the shortest shorts you’d ever worn. you shake off your nerves as you move swiftly and skillfully through the crowd, knowing your way around a party by now, especially being friends with tara. you greet jake, johnnie, and tara, who were standing and chatting. you hug them all cordially, crossing your arms in front of them.

“so, what’s the rundown on cute guys here? because i don’t spy an-” you were immediately cut off when your eyes landed on carrington. and his eyes met yours. shit. their steel blue color was more than familiar, and he flashed that toothy smirk as he shot you a side glance. he returned to his conversation, and you were momentarily dumbfounded.

“oh come on y/n, he’s not that bad,” jake encouraged, putting a large hand on your shoulder. you shook your arms out and exhaled slowly, deciding today would be the day you finally tolerate him.

“maybe you’re right…” you murmured as you mustered the courage to walk over to him. a trashy 2010’s style song began playing, and you felt completely hyped up.

“hey,” carrington cooed, redirecting his attention to you, that signature fucking smirk on his face. you sigh through your nose and lean down, grabbing a beer from the cooler beside him.

“sup.” you open the bottle and take a swig, trying to take the edge off with a bit of a buzz. you shift uncomfortably on your feet, the wedge sandals feeling all the more uncomfortable the longer you were there.

“nice outfit,” carrington compliments cautiously, eyeing you slowly. he noticed your shifting on your feet, and he snorted. “you uncomfortable or somethin’? you should’ve made a better footwear choice…” he trailed off as his gaze met yours once again. you roll your eyes and chuckle dryly.

“yeah, well… i had to choose something decently fuckin’ presentable.” he could argue that point. he knew most guys would never let their girlfriend out like that.

“your boyfriend must be furious, eh?” he nudged you, gesturing to her outfit with two fingers. you tightened your lips into a straight line. you shook your head and exhaled sharply through your nose, as if holding back a laugh.

“i don’t have a boyfriend,” you retorted, taking another swig of your beer. you had recently broken up with your boyfriend of 6 months, Mikey, and it was… rough to say the least. But you ignored those feelings and drowned them out with cheesy white girl songs from 2010. (real)

“that’s unfortunate, i know a guy who would really treat you right,” he spoke just loud enough for you to hear, moving closer and putting a gentle hand on your hip, pushing you against the counter. people were completely surrounding you, but nobody was paying you any mind. it felt like it was only you and him. “but if you’re not looking right now~” he teased, his hand moving up from your hip to the base of your ribcage, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. those same steel eyes you always resented were now boring holes into you as he awaited an answer.

“i wouldn’t say i��m not looking.” you lazily drape your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer. your breath mixing with his and the faint smell of alcohol on his breath was driving you insane, but you had to resist.

he looked down at you with a genuine smile, one you’d never seen before. your heart practically pounded out of your chest as he put his other hand on the counter behind you, pinning you there. you inhaled shakily and looked around, once again making sure nobody was looking at the two of you. thankfully, everyone was still distracted. carrington gently tilted your chin towards him.

“maybe i’m the one you’re looking for.” you wince slightly as his hand moves to grip your jaw, forcing your gaze to remain on him. before you could even respond, his lips were on yours. you had mindlessly moved your hand to cup his cheek, keeping him close as he deepened the kiss. you became consciously aware of what you were doing, and pulled away.

“this… what… does this mean anything to you? is this a game?” you knew carrington wasn’t a player, but what if he was just playing you, what if this was all a game to him. he took a moment to compose himself before answering.

“me ‘hating’ you, that was the game. this right now is real.” he could barely finish his sentence before your lips were back on his, this kiss more needy than the last, leaving you desperately grasping at him. the taste of alcohol still lingered between the both of you, but you had both sobered up simply from the contact. he pulls away slowly, his eyes unable to open for a moment. you meet his steel blue irises once again and feel at peace.

“i never really hated you, carrington…”

[taygra5shaon]

inspired by an incorrect quote :)

by @web-spinning

[ano-po]

Filipino writers may be unto something here, as I am seeing similarities between Jose Rizal's characters and Lualhati Bautista's (especially Dekada 70)

Their characters are from a privileged or middle class background with happy families and sweet lovelives. They are well-accepted in society that was crumbling in the background. Slowly, the people around them are acting erratic or dying, as they try to keep everything together in their minds, hoping that things will return to normal tomorrow. They know something is wrong in their society, but they'd like to think they can be spared. Until, even the people of similar standing are being targeted. Nobody is safe. They realize they should have fought from the very beginning, but what can they do? They have a family/lover to protect. They are now backed in the corner and they can't do anything.

This feeling is quite fundamental in being a Filipino. Something is wrong, we can feel it. However, we want to delude ourselves that we are safe, and that our beautiful life can go on as normal.

Are you a Rizalian character?

By no means you have a main character vibe, but you are greatly affected by the movers of society and it's either you hate it or you blind yourself from it.

[televenus]

Photos taken seconds before disaster

[glowstone23b]

The nether isn’t an inviting place for anyone, let alone little piglets. Patching up is just part of the job.

[cherry-flavored-sigh]

someone draw tinky with a goat tail and have it WAGGING please

happy goat................ it lives in my mind

[angelxcainn]

“The Red Lord Of Alagadda.”

(CLOTHES ARE TEMPORARY FOR NOW)

I finally finished my red lord design!

Heavily based off the mischievous nature of foxes I’ve decided to assign him fox like features to truly show him off. I like to think dealing with the red lord is like dealing with the devil. Being offered lavish and luxurious things. His sugar coated tongue speaking sweet lies into your ears as to trust him. But we all know how devils deal. And you wind up a fool.

Long live the red lord!

(Red lord is open for asks!)

[beelzebubgaylord]

AHAHAHAHAAHAEESHAHAHAHAHAH

[shallyne]

sometimes id like to think that rhys has this golden retriever energy when it comes to feyre. like he'd just look at her and is suddenly giddy and overcome with love and devotion for his mate and if he had a tail, im sure his tail would be wagging nonstop arounf feyre and would just cuddle her and squeeze her (or lick her face hehe) because he cant help showing and expressing his love for her. Although i wouldnt go as far as rhys having zoomies around the room with excitement 'cos that's ooc for his main feline persona

PLEASE Rhys definitely has golden retriever energy. But only for Feyre alone.

Rhys's zoomies are the night flights he did with his mom and does with Feyre (and will def do with Nyx)

RHYS WOULD WAGGLE HIS TAIL AROUND FEYRE IF HE HAD A TAIL

And actually Rhys already did lick Feyre's face

[surrealistghostboy]

FUCK HE MADE ME A DOG

[apopcornkernel]

PUTANGINA AYOKO NA

[mamaestapa]

praying that in college i find a football player like joe burrow or a baseball player like anthony rizzo or a hockey player like jamie drysdale😩

putting that out into the universe✨

[unproduciblesmackdown]

further musings with the ability to consider the overarching series wherein it like as ever, questioning how well anything was questioned when in the end it seems like it's going "okay let's look at these people we think are epic" where ultimately of course it's like oh they might also be shitty they might not get the best endings, b/c they couldn't Change....while characters like wendy who ostensibly did get [better endings, b/c you can change] status spent the whole time Not choosing to change, ends up with a foot in both camps w/axe & chuck, like okay watch me assuming she's just off to more of the same. but what mattered was that billions always considered her Epic. rian's not a character and didn't do anything and ended up clearly only another [just some asshole] employee who'd just like to keep showing up for the usual and stepping on & bullying other employees for ego, and the fact that it was completely believable she just committed to sticking with that forever until then it was like oh okay she's supposed to have only just now for some reason decided it's time to leave b/c she's just too nice? like, that is not convincing, i'm sure she's off to more of the same forever too anyways, but yet again the non plan here seems to have been determined by billions' deciding this character is like, ambiently epic. chuck sr gets alleged heartwarming moments (on his terms) b/c damn if he isn't epic at least, like axe and chuck sufficiently are. winston as a consummate cringe loser nerd couldn't ever be written anything in particular besides being crushed, which he deserves, and is so fun. ben kim on the other hand might be billions' specialest little guy who they Don't think deserves being crushed (as much) (and/or we can at least sympathize with him over it) but he doesn't get much of an ending to speak of or muse on b/c if anything his triumphs were about being a little more Epic but in the end maybe he just wasn't quite Epic enough, whether for a better or worse ending. b/c these other characters might end up either way but again if you're really worth talking about on the show at all you do simply have to have been Inherently Epic in the first place, which will no matter what guarantee you an epic consideration and material devoted to you, versus the inherent losers who will get no such thing no matter what. (wags was useless and an asshole but we Needed his involvement and focus and ending that was just fine thanks)

[mazojo]

I am so sorry to the summer I turned pretty girlies but I’ve seen the trailer everywhere against my will in my fyp and this dude walks up to who I assume is the main character, stares at her and like a dog wags his head to let the water from his shower splash on her. Bath water. Absolutely vile.

[incoherent-orca]

sketch i dont plan on finishing but good god my feelings

[2truehearts]

MY DRAFT DIDN'T SAVE WTF !?@!?>@>?