#Harlow is just judgy

[lovesickelodie]

TEXTING: HARLOW Elodie: nope! not me! i thought i was on my best behaviour actually? louis is just a judgy lil so and so Elodie: who's wardo? is he the ex bf? but no i meant lou lmao he was filling me IN. Elodie: wait. is maverick WARDO'S dad?????? oh there are layers to this whole shebang god damn. so u fucked ivy. who is best friends with wardo? who is the son of MAVERICK the man you have a crush on? whew Elodie: ahhh wait no i didn't mean it in like, a bitch way. he seems cute! just different???? Elodie: sorry harlow 😬😬 Elodie: i'm sure she's a great groomer??? i'm sure she's more than just funny too tf? women contain MULTITUDES my dude

TEXTING: ELODIE Harlow: Making a move? Surely not, Miss Elodie! Harlow: Wardo told you all that? Or Lou? 'Cause if it was Wardo... Maverick raised that boy wrong, I swear. With all the love in my heart, he's an absolute menace to society! Harlow: Thanks for not... what do the kids say? Blowing up my spot. Harlow: Have they been fighting, or something? Last time I saw Ivy, they were all good. Harlow: Aw, now, keep Bucket's name outta your mouth, girl! He's got a charm to him. He's a streetwise little pup with a heart of gold. Harlow: Besides, like I said, she really specialises in being real funny.

[bumblingbunny]

[rexinferorum]

Bodyguard AU / aidy

          being  a  bodyguard,  historically,  hasn’t  been  the  most  glamorous  job.   he  has  experience;  special  forces,  black  ops,  personal  security,  but  the  work  has  put  him  in  more  than  his  fair  share  of  scraps  that  leave  his  body  scarred  and  weary.  he  doesn’t  look  like  much,  has  always  been  lanky  and  slender  despite  his  physique,  so  he’s  often  underestimated  because  of  it.   fitting,  really,  given  his  chameleon  like  ability  to  blend  in  wherever  he’s  needed.  it’s  probably  why  he’s  made  the  short  list  for  a  high  profile  job  guarding  members  of  avalon’s  royal  family.   he’s  a  pain  in  the  ass  as  a  person  but  he’s  damn  good  at  his  job.  no  one’s  been  killed  under  his  protection  in  the  last  decade  of  his  career  in  the  private  sector.   

          baird  and  daphne  silvermist  moved  into  the  white  house  about  2  years  earlier.  while  the  first  family  don’t  seem  like  much  on  paper,  their  time  in  power  has  been  littered  with  scandal  and  opposition.   when  they  were  outed  as  fairies,  outcries  for  impeachment  and  supernatural  registries  were  demanded  by  the  public. most  people  didn’t  care,  supernatural  beings  were  known  even  if  it  wasn’t  widely  discussed,  but  that  the  issue  was  never  brought  up  at  election  time  was  highly  controversial.   there’s  been  two  assassination  attempts  on  president  baird  since  he  took  office,  the  last  of  which  killed  their  head  of  security ...  the  job  v  is  now  applying  for.   oddly  enough,  there’s  still  high  demand  despite  the  risk.   given  he’s  a  demon,  housed  in  the  body  of  a  fairy,  he  feels  he’s  pretty  qualified  to  do  the  job.  

        when  he  walks  into  the  interview,  he’s  surprised  to  see  that  it  isn’t  a  team  of  suits  holding  the  interview.  it’s  daphne  silvermist  herself,  poised  and  regal  looking  with  her  daughter  sat  beside  her.  there’s  suits  too,  secret  service  and  what  looks  to  be  a lawyer,  and  they  have  him  sign  NDA’s  before  he  even  opens  his  mouth.   “  thank  you  for  coming  in,  mr...  ”    daphne  trails  off,  squinting  at  the  paperwork.  “  oh.  we  don’t  seem  to  have  your  last  name.  ”

              “  nope.  i  don’t  have  one.  ”   he  smirks.  “  like  cher.  ”

       daphne  blinks,  but  it’s  the  daughter  that  speaks  up.  “  cute.  ”    she  says  it  like  it  isn’t,  like  his  mere  presence  annoys  her.  maybe  it  does.  

   of  the  silvermist  children,  aidy  silvermist  is  the  one  he’ll  have  to  work  to  win  over.  she’s  the  first  publicly  out  kid  in  the  white  house  and,  as  such,  has  attracted  her  fair  share  of  haters.  there’s  also  pressure  to  keep  her  exploits  out  of  the  press,  which  seems  to  be  a  full  time  job  in  itself.  his  friend  harlow,  the  one  that  put  him  up  for  the  job  in  the  first  place,  has  been  doing  PR  for  the  family  for  years.  from  the  stories  v’s  heard  about  aidy’s  extracurriculars,   it’s  a  surprise  their  whole  team  hadn’t  quit  100  times  over.   but  they’re  a  loyal  bunch;   once  you’re  in,  the  only  way  out  seems  to  be  death.   it’s  an  interesting  concept  to  the  demon,  who’s  never  had  much  allegiance  to  anything  beyond  his  own  interests,  

          “  you  come  highly  recommended.  ”   daphne  clears  her  throat,  flipping  through  the  stack  of  papers  in  her  hands.  “  letters  of  recommendation,  commendations,  quite  the  history  in  the  private  sector  too.  ”   she  glances  up.   “  the  dates  don’t  quite  add up  though.  it  says  here  you’ve  been  working  in  the  private  sector  for  10  years,  but  your  age  combined  with  your  military  service  doesn’t  add up.  ”   she peers  up  at  him  from  over  the  stacks.  “  so  either  you’ve  lied,  or  there’s  more  we  need  to  know  about  you.  ”   she  waits,  expectantly.   v  can  feel  aidy’s  eyes  on  him;  hot,  and  judgy.  

         “  well  i’m  not  human.  ”   he  says  it  casually,  as  if  they’re  talking  about  the  weather.  “  this  vessel  isn’t  even  human.  ”     his  smirk  stretches.  “  this  body  is  fae,  and  i’m  something  else.  ”   his  eyes  shift,  reflect  the  red  demonic  ones.   “  no  one  really  makes  deals  anymore.  it’s  a  dying  industry. ”   he  shrugs.  “  i  found  other  ways  to  supplement  my  income.  ”   it’s  insane.  he  knows  it  is.   a  crossroads  demon,  as  a  bodyguard  ?     “  i’m  near  indestructible.  ”   he  reminds  them.   “  if  someone  shoots  me  in  the  head,  it  might  just  give  me  a  headache.  ”    he  smirks.  “...and  while  i’m  attached  to  this  vessel,  if  it’s  destroyed ...  i’ll  simply  find  another  one.   you’ll  never  have  to  go   through  this  excruciating  process  again.  ”    he  winks.  

           daphne  seems  impressed.  aidy,  however,  isn’t  budging.  she  looks  down  at  him  from  behind  reading  glasses,  straightens  up  as  she  glances  around  the  room.  “  i  want  a  minute  alone  with  him.  could  you  all  step  outside.  ”    she  doesn’t  ask  the  question;  it’s  a  statement.   her  mother  and the  suits  all  step outside,  leaving  just  aidy  and  v  staring  at  each  other  from  across  the  table.      “  so.  ”    she  leans  forward,  elbows  on  the  table.   “  you’re  some  kind  of  psycho,  aren’t  you.  ”    again,  not  a  question.   not   one  he  expected  either.   he’s  pleasantly  surprised.  it  takes  a  lot  to  catch  him  off  guard.

              “  a  good  applicant  would  say  no,  wouldn’t  they.  ”    he  hums,  leans  back  in  his  chair  and  tucks  arms  behind  his  head.  “  your  last  bodyguard  died  because  he  took  a  bullet  that  was  meant  for  your  father.   the  shooter  got  away  and  killed  two  more  secret  service  men  because  they  were  too  busy  shitting  themselves.  ”   he  snorts.  “  if  it’s  me,  my  telekinesis  redirects  the  bullet  and  gets  him  between  the  eyes.  or  maybe  in  the  shoulder,  if  you  want  to  get  something  out  of  him.   information,  motive,  your  jollies,  whatever.  ”   he  lists  them  off  on  his  fingers.   “  so  no,  i’m  not  a  psycho  ...  i’m  just  more ...  violently  inclined   than   your  average  person.  ”   he  shrugs.  “  some  people  have  limits,  have  morals  ...  but  i  don’t.   you  can  see  it  as  a  weakness  or  a  strength.  ”

               aidy  sits  back,  silent.   her  eyes  never  leave  him  as  she  takes  a  few  more  notes  and  thanks  him  for  coming  in.   as  he  leaves,  he’s  sure  he  sees  something  akin  to  amusement  in  her  features. 

                    he’s  offered  the  job  less  than  an  hour later.     he  accepts.  

[lesbianmonoko]

hey so im gonna put my oc that i never shut up about info under the cut

if theres smth u want me to tag, let me know

also its super fucking long, so strap in

julian harlow is a 14 year old redhead who lives in a neglectful family. julian was born out of wedlock, and his parents were forced to marry. his parents let julian do whatever he wants as long as it doesn’t involve and it doesn’t affect the parents.

at first, he was delighted -- thinking that his parents were just cool. however, he shortly figured out that that wasn’t the case at all. this caused julian to have a more negative pov, and continued to do things except more riskily. this includes: skipping classes/school, small thieving, minor vandalization, and etc.

julian treats himself very poorly, as he tends to view himself as the mistake that dragged two people together. mainly because, that’s how his parents saw him too.

every now and then he does go to school, merely just for the hell of it. he did meet a kid named brandon, his first crush. brandon was very religious, but not judgy. julian and brandon talked often, and were very close friends. within these moments, julian realized his feelings -- but never committed to expressing them. soon, brandon leaves the school without a trace. their normally comedic conversations turned to three worded sentences. considering julian’s feelings towards brandon, he was heartbroken but was willing enough to move on.

as life continued, julian found a small group, or a “gang”, as they wanted to be called. they did things most similar to him; vandalize, steal, you get the drill. julian didn’t snitch on them, but just hung out with them. their leader, bat (his real name is gilbert, but shh), was a good friend of julian’s. after at least a month of interacting, julian’s romantic feelings toward bat submerged.

knowing very well of what happened last time, he had two options: tell him, or let it bubble until he leaves. lucky enough for julian, bat felt the same way. of course, they didnt blurt it out immediately -- they thought about it before doing so. julian was kindly offered to join, but preferred not to.

after months of just being pals, julian confesses to bat. it works out smoothly, and they’re officially together.

theres more, and ill add a bio for bat but for now?? heres this

[dustin-parrish-blog]

[granny pm] [d: you're the other nice hooligan from prom, but you have the sister with the judgy friends.] Hi, dear. My name is Lisa Harlow, please call me Granny. I haven't seen my granddaughter, Blanche, in a day and a half, or so and I'm incredibly worried because her phone is still here and her car is in the driveway. I understand you two are friends [d: even if Blanche decided to be dramatic and say she has no friends]? Is she with you or your boyfriend?

[pm] Hey Mrs Miss Lisa Granny! I’m sorry, I haven’t seen Blanche... it’s super weird her phone is home, and her car! But I’m sure she’s fine and just enjoying summer. Or something came up. How do you know I have a boyfriend is Blanche talking to everyone about my love life I’ll ask Quinn if he’s seen her. Have you tried her coworkers? Or the guy that she went to prom with?