#harmcomforts

[violetleaves]

filming: season one, episode five | day seven time: 7:45pm location: on the road to charlotte’s / charlotte’s apartment for: @harmcomforts​

       ​the only thing that wes can focus on right now is the irresistible temptation to hold charlotte’s hand. they should be safe right now, he thinks he can probably trust charlotte’s roommates to keep their mouths shut if he decided to link their fingers, but there’s a part of him that kind of enjoys the lusting. his eyes are locked on her perfectly manicured fingernails, wondering if she always has them looking this pristine, or if the girls happen to have some nail technician backstage that he’s unaware of who keeps them looking this dainty and flawless at all times. the only reason he’s so hyperaware of this, is because he’s sitting a foot away from her in the backseat of her roommates car -- and if he doesn’t fixate on the close proximity of their hands resting beside each others on the middle seat, he’ll be thinking about far less lovely things. like how danny is probably looking for him right now, and when he’s unable to find him, the first person he’s going to call is wes’ mother. or worse, he’ll have to think about the fact that he’s about to go to a party with a majority of the cast and crew, and he’s not really sure how he’s supposed to act. the only reason he’s going is because the location of the party happens to be at charlotte’s apartment, hosted by her roommates, and this seems like that moment that he’s been crossing his fingers for. it’s actually come a lot sooner than he expected, getting the chance to see what charlotte’s life is like outside of set apart from just fucking asking to hang out. he didn’t realize how difficult that would actually be, considering his mouth goes dry and his eyes go straight for her lips every time they’re alone for two minutes out of character. so when the suggestion of an afterparty was thrown up in the air, wes made sure to secure his attendance by asking charlotte if he could ride along with her. 

besides, it’s not like danny would be willing to take him. when shooting ends, he’s expected to return back to their hotel room without question, despite being a twenty-two year old who should be able to make decisions for himself. sneaking away with charlotte and her roommates to their car was simple, though he didn’t actually mention to her that he was sneaking away at all. it seems easier this way, to hide the fact that he has little to no control over his life and just pretend he’s a well-adjusted but definitely weird and disgruntled actor with problems that charlotte doesn’t need to know about. well, doesn’t need to know about yet. 

       “oh my god, pick a song already jack. it’s not hard.” emilia teases the boy in the passengers seat who has been tapping through song after song on spotify, unable to decide on the perfect one. wes wonders if his presence in the backseat has screwed up their usual carpool dynamic, and that’s why jack is struggling, but he doesn’t ruminate about it for too long, because they’re pulling up to an especially bright stoplight that has him immediately shifting his gaze from their hands on the seat up to looking at charlotte’s face. goddammit, she’s fucking glowing, and he’s lost for words again. but he wants to say something, say anything right now, because staring at her silently the whole ride, hands or face is probably just embarrassing. so, awkwardly, he clears his throat and, loud enough that the entire car is able to participate in the conversation, he says: “i’m excited to see your place. i bet it’s... pretty cool.” wes bites his tongue hard, annoyed with himself. pretty cool? that’s all he could think of? “i’m in a hotel, so it must be nice to have a spot that you can go home to and it actually feels like... home?” not like wes has actually felt at home anywhere he’s lived. being under the same roof as his mother doesn’t exactly bring him the kind of peace he’s supposed to feel when at home. oddly enough, right now, in a car with two people he hardly knows and a girl he’s crushing hard on he feels more relaxed than usual, which has him wonder for a moment... if perhaps home doesn’t have to be a place at all. 

[fixaticn]

EMILY: i know i only saw you over facetime thirty minutes ago but i already miss your face :( EMILY: i’m counting down the days though and it’s not too much longer until get to see you properly and hopefully never leave you again EMILY: you know what i miss the most? probably just being able to kiss you or touch you whenever i want  EMILY: it’s hard not being able to do that but i’m going to make sure i make up for it as soon as i’m home. might be an idea for you to take some vacation time :) / @harmcomforts​

[distantxdaydreams]

a closed starter for @harmcomforts​

How Primavera got stuck helping her dad with one of his home improvement projects - she didn’t know. This time it was painting the fence in their backyard. On the plus side, her sister and her boyfriend - or not, Prim couldn’t keep up anymore - were assisting in the project too. However, something came up half way through, and Summer excused herself which left Prim with her dad... And Aleki. Now, Prim had always had a little bit of a crush on Aleki. Sure, he had always been her sister’s friend or whatever - but she was allowed a crush, right? Half way through painting he ended up taking his shirt off and could she of just died? Yeah, probably.

When they were finished painting, her dad thanked them both and headed inside. Prim glanced over at him and then motioned for him to follow her inside so they could get cleaned up. Once they were in the upstairs bathroom, the blonde grabbed a clean wash cloth and wet it underneath the hot water. When she turned towards him, she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Her heart was racing and she was trying to keep her cool... but she was suddenly nervous. “Oh, you’ve got a little...” She trailed off, bringing the washcloth up to his jaw to wipe away some of the paint she found there.

[atvrvxia]

&. @harmcomforts​

based off of THIS PLOT

         IT WAS only recently that isaac had started staying later at the office. his father deemed that late nights were necessary, given that isaac was set to inherit the company by the end of the year when his father would be stepping down as ceo and retiring. even though this was something he had been groomed to do from a young age, experience was very different from the theoretical approach. he looked up from his desk, seeing his father’s assistant dacha. he checked the clock on his laptop, seeing the time. “hey, are you hungry?” he asked suddenly. “i think we might have to stay a couple more hours, and what do you say to ordering some takeout? it’s on me,” he added with a grin. 

[oniric-hideaway]

So, a dull blade barely scratches.

God knows how much I wish I had a gun to let me breathe for real.

A good blade to make it flow.

It's been one day and it's already dry.

It's funny to know that I don't even have to hide it anymore. Tomorrow, I promise myself I will get better tools.

I never felt so abandoned like this. I need to take care of myself. AND I WILL.

[terrorbitch]

       closed starter for @harmcomforts.

           meeting set: 1:00pm with slater pruitt. at exactly 12:59pm, maggie was walking through the office door that said her companion’s name across the front. with two binders in hand, the author set a red one on her desk and kept a baby blue one for herself. “as you see in front of you, i have created a document in order to keep our affairs in order!” she exclaimed, closing the door behind her and then sitting on a chair on the other side of her desk. “if you open to the first page, you will see an index.” there were four sections in the binder, all coded with colors. the first section were profiles of the two women created by maggie, listing their names, ages, zodiac signs, and other things. navy blue. the next was a timeline of their events. green. the third was empty, but listed as ‘sexual desires and what to try next’. pink. and the last was an spot for them, a contract. yellow. “we’re going to discuss what is happening between us with every single detail. so that we know what to expect, and to know each other’s expectations and feelings.”

[prcttylittlethings-a]

closed starter for @harmcomforts​ / blake & todd { i can not guarantee this makes sense, but it is here and the only thing i’m doing tonight before bed  ♡ } 

blake had come to a decision. 

it wasn’t the smartest decision, maybe, but no one was about to hand her an award for being top of their class. honestly, she was straight middle of the road - mostly b’s, a couple c’s ( who could remember all the different equations for chemistry? it was science, not math, and it was lame to expect her to remember everything when she had 7 classes a day plus cheer plus a moderately active social life and somehow her parents expected that she at least make it to a state school, if not further. honestly, thinking about it usually made blake pop an aspirin so she could ignore it altogether. ) and no one had ever called her a ‘leader’ of any kind. she had her friends, her brother, and her next door neighbor / best friend from childhood, todd. 

and if she made bad decisions, well. he was usually right alongside her.

he probably didn’t even realize that she’d been watching him for years - flirting with girls, getting them to go on a date with him. she never pressed for details about what happened on said dates, but the locker room was usually abuzz with a rumor or two that he was happy to confirm or deny when she complained about it to him. once upon a time, she’d even convinced herself she was in love with him herself - sixth grade, waiting for him to ask her to the formal, only to watch him go with someone else, her small heart broken and shattered silently while she healed without him ever knowing anything happened. 

that had been a smart decision. she wasn’t about to jeopardize the best friendship she had because she’d had a crush on him. it was the hormones, that was all. her first period had started almost a week later, and she decided to chalk the entire experience up to the beginning of womanhood, something her mother agreed with wholeheartedly. 

she was pretty sure if she told her mother her plan, the woman would have a stroke and then send blake to a convent. 

she’d made a pro/con list, watched enough movies to know what pitfalls could come of this - the chances of either one of them falling for the other were absolutely slim to none - and specifically borrowed brad’s car to buy condoms from a pharmacy out of town so no one could see her. she wasn’t normally a planner - she could barely remember what day of the week it was - but she had everything set meticulously, down to the day of the week. 

tuesday afternoon, 4pm. todd would be home, his parents would not be, and her own family wouldn’t see her knock on his door with a backpack and a face of determination on her face. she barely even waited for him to greet her, just bulldozing past him in order to pull out the box of condoms from her bag, holding them in front of her as if they were some sort of prize. 

“i’m ready to lose my virginity,” she told him firmly, “and i’ve decided you’re going to be the one to do it.” 

[rcguereveries]

“You know what would be great-” Harper started before taking a long sip of her iced coffee. “-if there could be just one Saturday... all I’m asking is for one... where I didn’t have to open up the store because I’m “reliable.” Like fuck reliability... make one of the new hires get up with the sun to open a store that will be empty for the first three hours.” 

@harmcomforts​ liked for a starter

[vilains-aa]

closed  starter  for  @harmcomforts​  featuring  :  mallory  !  

“  we  were  always  meant  to  say  goodbye.  ”

[flawedwrites]

MUNROE BECKETT & ROSALIE SANDOVAL [ ✈ my muse asks yours to accompany them on a trip/mission/etc ] CORRESPONDING PROMPT MEME / CLOSED

          The blonde dancer hated to think of Rosalie leaving her for a month on her trip that she was making with work and so that night after the two of them ate dinner, Munroe pulled her as close as she could and wrapped her arms around her. “I can’t believe you’re going to leave me for a full month. That’s thirty days and four weeks!!” Munroe exclaimed and bit her bottom lip while tilting her head to the side to gaze at her beautiful girlfriend. “You know what I have decided? I have decided that I should come with you on your trip. I can stay out of your way when you need to do work stuff but we can spend the evenings together as well as the weekends. We can go exploring.” Munroe’s eyes were shining bright, hoping that Rosalie would be up for the two of them going on an adventure together. They had never done anything like that with the other. “Please say yes Rose? You won’t regret it. Promise.” @harmcomforts​

[noirflavoured]

—  one-liner  for.  @harmcomforts​

“  i  know  i'm  just  a  fool  who's  willing  to  sit  around  and  wait  for  you...  ”

[violetleaves]

filming: season one, episode five, day four time: 11:45am location: allouete lake  for: @harmcomforts​

         wes is kind of feeling on cloud nine right now. not only are he and charlotte on good terms after their moment yesterday in the janitors closet ( and he can’t seem to get we could do this again sometime out of his head since hearing her say it ), but they’ve just gone through about six or seven takes of their kissing scene on the beach of the lake, and while his lips do feel a little numb, he’s sitting happily beside charlotte in a rowboat of their own, drifting along in the background while their co-stars film their own scene, trying not to spend too much time reliving the last half hour of shooting. “pretty funny how none of those retakes had anything to do with our kissing skills,” he muses, leaning back in the boat and letting the sun shine down on his face. “thanks for the constant clouds!” wes says up to the sun, like she’d intentionally invited the clouds pause in front of her, and ruined the shot to let wes and charlotte spend more time lip locked together. maybe he’s being a little forward, joking about how he’s enjoyed taking extra time to kiss her, but he did really like it, and he’s committed to being honest with her. even if that means sharing silly little thoughts that pop into his head that happen to involve. for once, wes is visibly in a good mood, and he hasn’t been shying away from showing it to other cast-mates today either. he’s blaming it on the good weather; the vitamin d, to be exact, he’d explained to someone, pointing up at the sun beaming overhead. but it’s not the weather, or the vitamin d. it’s definitely charlotte. 

      “well, i’m getting the sense that we’re going to be out here awhile.” wes mentions whilst stretching his arms behind his head, hearing the static from their walkie talkie hum, indicating without either of them having to listen to what the director is saying, that they’re doing another take of jordan and emilia’s scene. it’s become almost amusing to wes how often, and how many times the guy needs a do-over... kinda makes him wonder how he’s gotten this far in his career like this. sure, wes is an asshole on set that has definitely made a handful of people cry over the years, but he never fucks up a scene. he’s notorious for that, putting whatever he’s got going on with the other cast aside to diligently put on a spectacular performance. maybe that’s why nobody’s cancelled him thus far. there’s more about jordan that bothers wes than just his inability to complete a scene in more than two takes, it’s... something else, something he’s not sure he’s ready to accept yet. the way he smiles at charlotte like she’s his favorite person on set, or the way he’s caught them giggling next to craft services together, trying to decide over what to eat. none of this even bothered him until this morning, and he just can’t explain it. all of a sudden, just hearing the name jordan over the walkie-talkie has become irritating, and he hasn’t even done anything for wes to justify considering him on his ‘ bad side ’. besides, none of this should matter -- wes is the one in the boat with her now, he’s the one who’s spent the morning kissing her in front of the camera, and the one who kissed her last night. he shouldn’t be obsessing over this, so... he decides not to, looking up at her with the same unconventional smile he’s been sporting all morning long. “so... what should we do to kill time? play a game or something?” he’s almost tempted to take her up on the offer of doing this again sometime by suggesting they spend their time making out in the rowboat, but not only is he aware that’s not exactly what the director has in mind for their background appearance, he’s way too nervous to imply it. the last thing he wants is for charlotte to tip the boat over in an attempt to get away from him and leave him drenched in not only lake-water, but pure humiliation. 

[fixaticn]

maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go for some drinks with friends before her boyfriend’s event but in maya’s defence, it wasn’t exactly somewhere that she wanted to be. at least she could say that she was dressed for the occasion, the navy knee length dress showing off her curves perfectly and she bought it in the hopes of looking good on her boyfriend’s arm since it was his evening. she thought that the drinks would help her relax, that it would take her mind off things that she didn’t want to think about but it rarely worked. 

not that she would ever admit it but she was struggling without her brother. he was the one she always went to when she needed advice and he’d always been known to be protective of her even when she didn’t need it. it almost felt as if her right arm was missing and a few drinks helped her forget, at least for a little bit. she had never been a big drinker but it had definitely increased since her brother’s death and with the invite out there, even before her boyfriend’s event, it wasn’t something she was going to be able to turn down. there was also the fact that it made her a little more confident to approach people. she’d always been known as friendly but always waited for people to approach her and it wasn’t needed with the buzz she was feeling. 

bumping into people as she made her way through her party, maya didn’t bother to apologise as her sole intent was getting another drink and finding grayson. the bar was what she found first and she ordered herself a white wine, throwing over some cash without waiting for the change. scanning the room, it didn’t take her long to fix her gaze on her boyfriend, approaching him with the glass of wine in hand and a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “hi mi amor,” she murmured once she was close enough, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking a sip of her wine. “d’you miss me?” // @harmcomforts​

[moonscenes]

closed starter for @harmcomforts​.

     FLETCHER: hey fuckwit.      FLETCHER: if i didn’t want to kill you yet, i sure do now! 😂      FLETCHER: my manager just sent me a picture of us kissing.      FLETCHER: now i KNOW that i was not in the right state of mind.      FLETCHER: how are you gonna fix this?

[terrorbitch]

25 for maggie

       “describe the perfect scenario for sex.”

          “it’s seven in the evening, the lights are off but the blinds are open and it’s that beautiful purple in the sky. the moon is about to come up, the air is the perfect temperature and we’re seated in a villa on the beach. the freshly cleaned sheets smell of lilac, and we just ate a light dinner so we don’t feel bloated. everything is cozy, and everything is perfectly sex. there’s faint music in the background, with no speaking so no one gets distracted. also, we say i love you before and after.”

                    SEND MY MUSES QUESTIONS.

[prcttylittlethings-a]

@harmcomforts​ hit the ♡ for a one line starter ! // aylin & adrien ; happy times first ? to make the angst worst down the line, obviously. 

Aylin had managed to perfect many things over the years on her own, but one of her absolute prides was her ability to create a perfect breakfast. An omelet, toast, coffee made just so - she piled them onto a tray, padding back to her bed where she poked Adrien awake with a smile. “Wake up, baby,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over his cheek as she settled back down next to him. “I have to go to work soon, but I wanted to enjoy breakfast in bed with you before I left.”