#he's a kind of a bitch and slightly impulsive

[qilingxiong]

fang duobing, everyone

[hazbinshusk]

okay so this one could be a shot in the dark…. but maybe blitz catches some sort of flu that isn’t awful, but it’s bad enough that he should stay home, and reader has to practically pull him away from the door so that he doesn’t go to work -🕰️

🕰️ anon back again with another sweet request. combined with a kiss prompt because they tickled my brain together.

prompt #40: an impulsive kiss.

“For fuck’s sake, Blitz, go back to bed.” you groan, getting up from where you were sitting cross-legged on the floor. The imp has clambered up off the couch, stumbling and swearing as the blankets you’d heaped on him tangled around his legs. He lands face down on the floor, cursing into the carpet. “Fucking… damn it, Blitz!”

You grab his arm and haul him to his feet, far gentler than your tone would have suggested. He shoves you off, only to fall into a fit of overly-dramatic sneezes. Rolling your eyes, you lead him back to the couch and force him back down onto it.

Loona had texted you early that morning to ask you to keep an eye on the imp – he was out with some kind of flu, and with work piling up at the office, she was needed to use the grimoire. You, on the other hand… Moxxie and Millie could handle it without you.

“’m fuckin’ find,” Blitzø gripes, shaking off your arm.

“Uh-huh,” you reply dryly, handing him the cold medicine you’d brought with you. “Clearly, if you’re pronouncing it ‘find’.”

He glares at you, refusing to accept the bottle. You roll your eyes again, setting the medication aside. “The fuck are you here for?”

“Because Loona asked me to be,” you say simply, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. “Now, will you get some rest? Please?”

Blitzø stares blankly at you for a few moments before he blinks and shakes his head. “I gotta go to work.”

Before you can react, he’s clambering over the back of the couch, and you sigh as his foot catches on his tail and he falls back onto the floor with a thump. How the same man you’ve seen effortlessly slaughter how many humans now could be so damn clumsy in his own home, you have no goddamn idea.

“You can’t go to work,” you argue, rounding the couch as he’s pulling his coat on over the t-shirt and boxers he slept in. “Blitz, you’re head is so stuffed full of crap right now that it just took you like, two full minutes to process the question I asked you. You can not be going on a job today.”

“Oh, puh-lease,” he says, his attempt at swagger ruined when he wipes his nose on his sleeve. He's still barefoot, and makes no move to find his boots before reaching for the door. “I can do this murder shit blindfolded and with my dick crammed down someone’s throat, I don’t need—”

He breaks into a coughing fit.

“Okay, your weird sexual fantasies aside—”

“Lemme go!” he tries to shake off your arm as you grab it, pulling him away from the door. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, bitch, I’m not si—”

You sigh, grab him by the shoulder and a horn and shove him back against the door, your lips meeting his before you can talk yourself out of it. Blitzø’s hands are still raised in shock for a few moments before you feel them lower and he’s pressing himself against you and into the kiss.

Your face is burning when you pull away, but your heart flutters slightly despite yourself when you notice him lean forward slightly, eyes still closed, as though to chase your lips. He blinks a few times dizzily, confusion breaking through the foggy look in his eyes.

Then, he coughs once and grins, all fang and snide self-confidence. “Fuckin’ knew you wanted me.”

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his tail against the side of your thigh, pointing at the couch. “Yeah, yeah. You want that to happen again, you go and fucking nap, mister.”

“Ooh, never took you for a mommy domme, tits.” he says teasingly, and you curse under your breath. He snickers, coughing again as he passes you obediently. At least the kiss had been a shock enough to him to temporarily distract him from work.

“Oh, for the love of fuck, Blitz, I’m not.”

“Ohhhhh, so you wanna be the good girl for me then, huh?” he drops onto the couch, and you follow him around. He sits with his legs spread, and he pats his lap invitingly. “I can handle that.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead bending over to bring yourself eye to eye with him. His gaze drops for a second down to your cleavage before returning to your face, and he leans in slightly for a kiss. You grab hold of one of his horns, stopping him in place. You were betting that he was so out of it that he wouldn’t even remember this conversation later, but still, you have to force yourself not to blush as you speak.

“Sure, you can, baby. But you wanna fuck around, I’m gonna need you to get better first.” you tell him, letting your eyes fall down over him suggestively before returning to his face. “Because before you get that dick of yours wet, I’m gonna need to find out what that tongue can do. And if you cough while you’re going down on me, I will kill you myself. Okay?”

Blitzø stares at you wide-eyed for a moment; long enough for you to wonder if any of what you just said actually made it through his flu-addled brain. Then he laughs, falling back against the couch. “Fuck, you’ve got a slutty mouth on you.”

“You have no idea,” you shoot back, tossing the medication into his lap. “Now, take a nap, damn it.”

“And then I get to fuck you?” he asks, then shrugs. He sneezes, his voice comes out gummy and thick with the flu. “Hell yeah.”

He unscrews the cough medicine and throws his head back, and you scramble to wrestle the bottle away from him before he can put himself into some kind of cough-syrup-induced coma.

“No! Fuck—Blitz, it doesn’t fucking work that—fuck!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[danfrik]

IT IS I, ONCE AGAIN.

Did'ya miss me? Probably not, anyway.

I'm here with another drawing that I kind of procrastinated to finish until today-

It took me like five hours to finish what I already had started...

But whatever, welcome again to my impulsive (and kind of stupid) little brain, I'm going to talk about this and you will read everything.

⚠️Minor/Major Spoilers Ahead⚠️

First things first.

I want to make clear that, yes, Miles and Phoenix switched bodies just like Aziraphale and Crowley did.

Those marks on Phoenix's face? Let's just say that that one headcanon about holy water tears is a thing here (because I'm a sucker for angst).

I also want to point out some details about the switch thing because... well, I just want to talk about every little detail, let me cook.

• On Good Omens (the TV show, of course), Crowley (as Aziraphale) has an ice cream while Aziraphale (as Crowley) has a popsicle, but here I decided to be special and reverse that because, honestly, I see Phoenix being more of a popsicle guy, and Miles more of an ice cream type of man, don't ask me why.

(Also, I gave Miles a strawberry ice cream with sprinkles and Phoenix a grape popsicle, I'm sure you know why.)

(Because Miles likes pink and Phoenix likes "grape juice", that's why.)

• One of the things that I did to make the switch slightly more obvious is the frown, more specifically Miles' frown, the old "Edgeworth glare™️".

So, no matter how hard Miles is pretending to be Phoenix, we cannot take away his glare. On the other hand, Phoenix is really expressive (even behind those shades, yes), so he'll try to keep it either slightly neutral or keep that rest bitch expression (did I say that right?).

I mean... he is pretending to be Miles, y'know?

• Other thing that I did was change Phoenix's clothes while Miles is pretending to be him.

Gave him a waistcoat and his tie back because, of course, Miles thinks they suit Phoenix just fine (and he is absolutely right) and because he could never dress like a basic bitch, he is a classy bitch after all.

Oh, and I gave Phoenix a little handkerchief, like I said, Miles is a classy bitch... with questionable fashion sense *stares at his jabot*.

And, not gonna lie, Phoenix has no fashion sense, at all, the only reason he slays like he does in his usual outfit, is because he takes Miles' advice every now and then, but if it were for him he would wear crocs with socks (I mean, based, I do that too).

• Oh, I almost forgot about a tiny detail.

Miles also managed to brush Phoenix's little flick of hair, you know that one.

He likes to be presentable, no hair out of place.

• Phoenix didn't change anything of Miles, he is perfect as it is (jabot and all, I guess).

Now that I covered those little details, I can proceed to talk about other things >:)

Actually, is more of the same topic anyway.

The whole switching bodies trick, that is.

Aside from the details about costume and mannerisms, I want to talk about both sides.

How Phoenix will act in heaven and Miles in hell?

I picture it kind of like this:

For Miles side, pretending to be Phoenix is not as difficult as he would've thought, at least for the bantering and body language part.

Quite surprisingly, he does pretty great, the only difficult part might be the facial expressions, but he managed to not catch anyone's attention anyway.

Like in the TV show (Good Omens, I mean), Miles exaggerates little things about Phoenix, like being a bit more dork, maybe even a bit nonchalant or flamboyant, slightly dramatic but not too much.

Now for Phoenix, it is kind of difficult for him to not react at the petty coments and keep a neutral face but he manages, though his eyes speak for him, of course.

He keeps this solemn atitude, even spoke with the same flourishness that Miles tends to speak with, and bows before the Archangels.

Not that he wants to, but he knows that Miles does that out of respect for any higher being.

His body is mostly stiff, not daring to make any sound unless necessary, he only dared to glare when the hellfire came and when they insulted Miles.

Miles, much like Aziraphale, played with the holy water, splashing just enough so it won't reach anyone but also enough so no one would dare to get close to him.

Also joked around and asked for a rubber duck and a towel (and almost dared to ask for some scented candles).

"Y'know? It is quite relaxing being like this, it feels refreshing, a demon could get used to this."

With Phoenix is quite similar as to how Crowley messed a little with the Archangels, but he didn't stay silent.

He took a deep breathe once he was on the fire, did the "breathing fire" trick as well, and made a little joke, as if taunting them for not being able to destroy Miles nor him.

"I've been to hell recently, it was really lovely if you ask me, warm and cozy... you'd like it."

And so, both sides let them go and switch back again.

Leading to a small talk about both sides leaving them alone for a while, the not-apocalypse, the "antichrist" and all that.

Of course, finishing with that date- I mean, dinner at the Ritz, cheering for the world while a nightingale sings not so far away.

Oh, and I want to add a little thing too!

When they stand up from the bench, after switching again, I kind of want Phoenix to make a little joke about his own name, kind of like:

"I'm gonna be honest with you, angel, I really felt like I raised from the ashes back there."

"Must you be so foolish all the time?"

"Aw, c'mon, you think it's funny, I can see you holding back!"

"Nonsense, I would never consider funny that ridiculous and foolish joke of yours..."

[Spoilers: He did]

Anyway, I think that's all, at least for now.

Thanks again if you have read all the way down, if you didn't... well, that's understandable, but thank you anyways!

Hope you have a nice day, stranger!

[verysociallyakward]

My character traits headcanons

Varian- copy-paste personality from the show, but slightly more mature, bisexual, leader, dating Hugo, uses alchemy to fight but will use fist if necessary, alchemy and engineering, can cook but it's very bland, is more patient

Hugo- gay, thief, flirty, hides behind an arrogant asshole persona, he truly is a very caring nerd, double agent, works for Donella, is super sweet, older brother vibes, dating Varian, alchemist and engineer, the smooth-talker, tries to keep the others and himself safe, good at hand to hand combat, but also uses alchemy to fight, can barely cook it's disgusting but you won't starve

Nuru- irresponsibly responsible, impulsive, knows emergency medicine and surgery, lesbian, diplomat, can't cook, rebellious, tries to be the mom friend and fails, astronomy and space science, an astrology bitch, owns way too many weapons, excels in physical and weapons combat, is the adult of the group, dating Amber, magic?

Yong- trickster, naive, accident-prone, actually really smart, pyrotechnic, is the only one who can cook good meals, kind, well-meaning, has a hard time reading the room, only uses explosives to fight, helpfully unhelpful, often uses the cute kid card, very curious, loves learning, has no safety concerns, way too trusting, acts first questions later, the therapist of the group, chaotic, goes with the flow, picks up random animals off the street, empathetic, the only one with morals

Donella- Royal engineer of Ingvarr, the villain, crime boss, manipulative, loved ulla, abusive, murderer, cautious, demanding, dangerous, powerful, greedy, ✨blackmail✨, a bitch, doesn't care for Hugo, will kill him if he strays too far, remorseless, alchemist and engineer, magic, hand-to-hand, and weapons combat

Ulla- curious, desperate, powerful, magic, kinda evil, caring, loves Qurin, alchemist, housewife, loves Varian, bubbly, airheaded, incredibly intelligent, manipulative, great cook, charismatic, uses magic and alchemy to fight, cunning, goal-oriented, will do anything necessary to reach her goal

Cyrus- the father figure, strong, intimidating, is the one being blackmailed, caring, sweet, loving, weapons and hand-to-hand combat, survivalist, protective, married, is an okay cook, much better on the grill, family man

[miraculan-draws]

Pls god tell me cuntiness runs in the Ancunín family. Like I already enjoy chewing on the myriad of feelings Astarion would go through upon learning he has living relatives who care for him, as well as meeting them. But the idea of them being equally as bitchy as him is so funny. Showing up 200 years late to a family reunion only to find out tht the reason he is the way he is is bc he spent his mortal years chasing after equally catty older siblings who have been doing it way longer than he has.

And this is just bc I have one sibling and they’re 16 years younger than me, so I’m sort of projecting, but he does sort of give not only youngest sibling energy, but Much Younger Than The Others energy. Like the rest were full grown adults when he was born and they were like what are we supposed to do with it? Which is why, despite being one of the “oldest” spawn, he’s yk [gestures] the way that he is w the rest of them.

THATS EXACTLY WHAT I DID HES THE YOUNGEST BY LIKE A SIGNIFICANT MARGIN. I will give a sneaky peek. Because I cannot shut up about my OCs.

1. CAPTAIN Adonnae Ancunín- KING bitch. I wanted the family to be the nobles of a keep specifically so there would be reason for guards/soldiers, they're the security for like a small region with a handful of villages too far for cities/towns to protect. And Adonnae takes the job very seriously while also being one of the least compassionate people ever. He's stern. Aloof. He cares about protecting those villages because he cares about his job, but not so much the people. He was Tavyth's commanding officer—Tav was originally a guard for the keep itself, he was recruited as a soldier after Astarion left for the city. Adonnae ended up banishing Tavyth after a raid involving lycans from the bordering wilds, both for Tav ignoring orders to abandon the village he grew up in, AND for getting bitten. The only reason he was not executed was "in Astarion's memory."

2. PROFESSOR Althea Ancunín- slightly less of a bitch but also just like. Does not get people. She's cold but not in a mean way she just cannot be sensitive to save her life. She's a wizard in Waterdeep because I think it's hilarious that no one knows Astarion's surname until act 3. She's bEEN in Waterdeep so long that Astarion has very few memories of her and she only ever came home during special events.

3. Astarion wanted OUT of the keep, like chasing any opportunities that would take him elsewhere because he's the youngest PERSON there, like can you imagine??? How SLOW the day to day goings-on in a blue-blooded ELVEN house are?? They hurry nothing. Because they have all the time in the world to do it. I can picture Astarion being both frivolous and adventure-seeking, drawn to the city but morally uncaring about his actual job when he was there, as long as he was out. I also think. Because I am horrible. That he was only there for like six months before Cazador noticed him.

(Tavyth was like crushed when Astarion left because they spent like. Every day together. And Tav was going to miss him so terribly but never once did Astarion mention possibly missing HIM. Astarion just ..moved and acted and thought too quickly to stop and look at what was around him right then and there.)

(but vampire spawn Astarion...is observant. He watches. He's impulsive but also he's 200 years older. He's sly, because he has to be. Intelligent. He was a little bird and now he's a cat.)

(and Tavyth is also hardened and darkened by just. Battle and aimless wandering to look for someone who will give him coin to do more fighting. He's kind of a bitch too now. So now they match. And they got matching worms.)

[josephtrohman]

wait, now I'm curious, can you show your fob tattoos?

sorry for the delay anon, i wanted to take the time to potentially take some better pics and i had a very busy evening last night lol. tattoo tour under the cut!!!

my futct keyhole tattoo was my first tattoo gotten at the beginning of february :3 i can’t wait to go back to this artist bc she killed it but it also was my most expensive tattoo (understandably so) so i need to save up but i have more non fob ideas i want to take to her based on her portfolio. it’s a little purple cuz this is from when it was still fresh and the purple is from the stencil but i feel a lil self conscious about my arm rn so i can’t take a better pic rn lol it’s not purple tho

this one was the second one i got and it’s a difficult location for me to photograph since this is on the outside of my ankle lol. i got this one incredibly impulsively near the end of february, bc i had a stressful evening and before going to bed i looked up tattoo shops near me that had online booking availability for the next day, and i booked after looking at the guy’s portfolio a bit even tho he practices more traditional styles n traditional tattoos aren’t my fav. i really wanted to get something special to remember my 8ball, and i was really excited and proud about coming up with this idea on my own!! this one i was slightly upset with at first bc i just think i should have waited but now that ive gotten used to it i appreciate it soooo much more!!!! and now im really happy and think it looks cool :) also this one hurt like a BITCH i wasn’t expecting it given the relative ease of my first one (the shading was rough on the first one but that was it), and the guy even offered me numbing spray for the black, but i powered through and he was very impressed with me and said i was tough lol :)

these next two i got at the same time and for some reason i can’t take a good pic of the one rn (it’s got a lot of adhesive on it from removing the second skin so it looks kinda bad right at this moment until the adhesive washes off more, but beware the second picture has a little bit of blood)

pls don’t make fun of my chubby arm but anyways these two i got at the same time just this past saturday from a lady who specializes in tiny tattoos :) the xo is based on how it actually appears on the back of the record, and she tried to font match it and i think it’s soooooooo cute (it’s rly little on my wrist, so little she just charged me for the i swear i say tattoo!!!). i know it’s kind of crazy to get two tattoos for the same song but 1) that’s my song im the number one highest streamer on stats fm, 2) xo has gotten me through so much :( i am considering one more xo tattoo in the future (getting “love never wanted me but i took it anyway” in pete’s handwriting using the font someone made out of his handwriting). but it’s my plan to wait on that one and make that be a far future tattoo, UNLESS they play xo as my 8ball in which case my ass will get it the next chance i get. lol

i maybe have one or two fob themed tattoos i’m potentially interested in getting in the future but that’s like a long term thing, i want to get some tribute to whatever my 8ball may be at minneapolis to go with my fame < infamy tattoo, especially if they play a song that’s one of MY songs, but this is generally where i’ll leave the fob tattoos for a bit and just getting more personal/non music related tattoos lol

[moonfurthetemmie]

Some other tidbits about lucidity’s evil polycule from various places, because my notes are literally in three different places, not counting everything I shared with tumblr

From the discord server I rambled in a little:

Nightshade reminds Lucidity of Nightmare, some. They're both chaotic little shits. They know when to stop, but simply choose not to because going past that limit is usually more fun.

Lucidity is, much to his initial irritation, rather impressed by how much Shale’s accomplished with only a team of five people, before he and Nightshade came along.

The fact that there's still some morals that Lucidity clings to reminds Nightshade very much of Dark. Also once he calmed down some Lucidity started being kind a snarky little bitch, but they didn't even realize at first because he kept a perfectly straight face and sounded so serious. Nightshade is having so much fun

Shale will never admit it, but he's also really impressed with what Lucidity’s done. JR must've been incredibly powerful, especially with so many people. also unfortunately people being snarky with him with 0 fear of consequences is something he actually. kind of likes. he's only just realizing this and he's so mad about it

Nightshade was having a lot of fun watching Lucidity try (and succeed) to keep Shale from fucking with Jade and Zuli. Nightshade was having significantly less fun when Lucidity turned on him for being such a dick to Jade for no reason other than being jealous that Dark want to hang out with Jade and not him.

of course, his pushing Nightshade and Shale around doesn't go unpunished. they try to fuck with him once he mellows out a little, and it works. especially when they find out about JR's problem with corrupts.

Lucidity is at the point where he can (and will) admit that he was wrong about positivity and negativity, but Shale and Nightshade are still laughing at him about it. look at you now. you're almost as bad as us!

But the combination of Shale and Nightshade trying to worm their way into Lucidity’s brain to make him think he's exactly as bad as they are, plus the fact that Lucidity’s being a huge help with dealing with the resistance, ends up with them all starting to get along. which is even scarier to the rest of the manor than the emotionally raw Lucidity that seemed to consider slicing their heads off every time they even slightly irritated him.

...it was mostly paraiba and mercury who would get that look. paraiba because girl fam will not hush, and mercury because Mercury was doing his job as a doctor and told Lucidity to stop being a reckless idiot after coming into his office covered in bruises and cuts after returning from...whatever he was doing when he left.

but anyway.

Lucidity didn't really need them trying to manipulate him to settle into a comfortable "well. guess i'm evil now." stance on it. did i mention breaking him by obliterating jr. Nightshade and Shale just kinda helped him settle into it faster, and more comfortably.

Aside from being a good tactician, Lucidity's also got the advantage of flying. This is good for many things. in particular getting the lay of the land, so they can better prepare the team for shit, and dream has been figuring out how to get them more resources to be more efficient.

I was thinking about this and it may not be exactly what you meant but like. Hear me out

Nightshade and Lucidity (mostly Nightshade) pick on Shale just to irritate him. They also are 99.99% of his impulse control so they have to grab and be like ‘hey. Don’t be stupid, dude.’

Shale and Lucidity gang up on Nightshade to pick on HIM. Nightshade is so offended they’d do this to him (not really)

Despite him being able and willing to pick on the other two, Lucidity is really easy to bother with chaotic nonsense. And Shale and Nightshade have so much fun trying to make him mad because of it

Some stuff from notes app:

Shale and Nightshade are definitely still being evil bastards and are manipulating him to get what they want. He doesn’t notice. But they also don’t notice that he’s doing the same to them, which is hilarious because it’s obvious to everyone else.

Lucidity spends one week in the manor and suddenly knows how to convince Shale’s stubborn ass to do something he didn’t want to do. In like, ten minutes, tops. Everyone is in awe.

And he also managed to get Nightshade to leave Jade alone almost entirely? No one’s more confused about that one than Jade.

Shale and Nightshade ask Lucidity about those three that showed up and asked wtf happened to him. Lucidity very hesitantly says that they were once his organization’s most wanted, solely because Nightmare was the negative spirit and the other two were associating with and helping him.

“…how long did you say you were running that place again”

“If Nightmare dies, so will l. And if I die, he will too. We never found a way to break the destiny bond, and so Nightmare was never executed. We captured him a few times, yes, but he always managed to escape. Especially once he met Cross and Error.”

“It sounds like you have regrets about it now.”

“…without my delusions about positivity and negativity clouding my judgement, I… We were friends, once. A long time ago. And I miss him.”

“You could try to get him to join us, yknow.”

“He wouldn’t. Not without a great deal of torment and manipulation. I won’t do that to him, and I won’t let either of you do it, either.”

Shale rolls his eyes but drops it.

Nightshade shrugs. “Well…torment may not be necessary. But I can’t say I don’t understand your concerns. I wouldn’t let Dark join, either. As much as I love him, he couldn’t do it. He cares about people too much to help anyone achieve world domination, even if he didn’t already have a personal vendetta against one of us.”

Nightshade tries to convince Lucidity to at least get Nightmare to stay with them, as like a housemate, but Lucidity won’t even do that. Nightmare is quick and clever, and almost as stubborn as Shale, at best, so unless they can be very subtle about it over a long period of time, it won’t work. Besides, the chances of him agreeing to come before that point so he can try and mess stuff up from inside are pretty high.

Nightshade and Shale decide that they maybe should leave Nightmare alone.

but there is a chance they actually do it. That the Meme Squad end up living in the manor and being in a position similar to Dark’s, where they trust Lucidity entirely and can’t imagine he’d ever do anything wrong. Nightmare in particular.

Lucidity isn’t so far gone that he’ll let even Shale or Nightshade fuck with them (except probably Cross, but he can’t turn a blind eye every single time or the other two will get pissed). He is, however, going to gaslight them about him and his boyfriends being murderers. ‘You three have no idea what you’re talking about, you know I’d never do that,’ etc etc.

He won’t let Shale or Nightshade try to ‘help.’ Which means they’re going to end up being very dependent on Lucidity emotionally, to their detriment.

this is uh. This is one of the other things that Lucidity picked up from them. Manipulative tendencies. It’s mostly Nightshade’s thing, but Shale’s not innocent of it either. Lucidity would be perfectly happy if Error and Cross vanished and left Nightmare behind; it’d make it easier for him to keep Nightmare with him, and keep him safe.

[fizzywashere87]

It Was Fun While it Lasted Pt.1

notes: kess emak. Warnings!: breakups, crying, physical pain, angst. Also, this isn't an x reader

M. List | Pt. 2

She's walking to her locker, binders from her previous class in her arms, She finds a piece of paper sticking out of one of the top slots of her locker.

It's February 13th, is it a Valentines day note?

Yes. Yes it is.

She only skimmed through it, only picking up things like a compliment on her hair and her smile. She wasn't amused, flustered or flattered, though she was very confused when she seen who had written the note. This wasn't real. Haha, funny prank, She's not fooled.

She drops her stuff off in her next class before heading to lunch, the note hasn't left her hand yet. On the off chance it was actually a confession, She didn't want to throw it away, although She was planning to reject Him. Of course, the one I'm narrating for is a fucking genius and an complete dumbass bitch at the same time. Constant overthinking, yet constant impulsive decisions.

On her way to lunch She spots her friend, the note was still in her hand she walks up to him. "Bro, I just got a love note from someone." She says, showing her friend the paper with the shitty ass handwriting. "Don't say anything though, I don't even think it's real." Her friend grabs the paper and immediately has a knowing smile on his face. She wasn't in the mood for this shit honestly.

"What?" She raises her brow at him, getting a shrug in response. "It's probably not even real, I've never talked to him once bro." She says as they get closer to the lunch room she begins balling up the paper. "Who do you think wrote it?" She asks him as they walk.

"Probably (A)." He shrugs, as if (A) had been pranking people around this time. Why would (A) know where her locker is? She didn't feel like thinking too much into it, deciding it's fake to be easier on her, she throws the note away, and her and her friend part ways as they go to sit at their own tables.

Debating whether or not she should mention it to her friends, she stays quiet for a few minutes as they wait to get dismissed to get their food. As they wait in line for their trays, she pulls one of her friends to stand next to her. "I got a fake love note today." She tells her friend, who looks as confused as she did when she first read the note.

"From who?" Her friend would ask her, nose scrunched in confusion.

"Him." She answers, and her friend's face contorts in mild disgust.

"I know, I've never even talked to him before. He's not that bad though." She shrugs, not really caring. "I think it's fake though, (AB) told me (AA) probably wrote it as a prank." She says and her friend nods, though still also confused.

She decides not to tell anyone else about the note, not wanting to spread untrue rumors about him, as she thought it was someone messing with both him and herself, but that doesn't stop her mind from talking about it. Why would he choose him to make it from? And damn, she probably looks like an asshole if that note was real. Part of her hopes the note is real, but most of her mind is still conflicted...

If the note was real, would she reject him? Would she accept him? Her problem was that she had never even talked to the boy, how is she going to know if he's who she would like?

Although, now that she's thinking about it, he may actually have a crush on her. She wasn't stupid, she knew how to connect the dots, she knew to play dumb until she knew for sure, but, one thing stuck out to her as she thinks back...

"Hey," (AA) calls her attention as he's walking to his seat, causing her to perk up slightly and look at him.

"Hm?" She hums in acknowledgement, she hasn't ever talked to him before so it's kind of weird he would be calling her right now.

"Do you like Him?"

Huh? Why him? She's never talked to him before. To her understanding, he was friends with (AA) so he could be just messing with his friend but still. She glances at him briefly, seeing he's not even looking this way, and turns back to (AA)

"No, I've never talked to him before." She answers honestly, seeing (AS) who was sitting next to her also turn his head to look at her. Before she could ask why, he spoke up again.

"Would you ever date him?"

What the fuck. Where did that come from? Bro's pulling this shit out of his ass because what in the Redbull gives you wings?

"Uhm," She didn't want to say no. He wasn't half bad looking at all, but at the same time, she didn't even know him, and she's doesn't want to go for looks. "I don't know, I've never talked him before, how do you expect me to answer that?" She says, slightly irritated if she was honest.

"Is he cute though?"

Alright bud. Alright. She shrugs her shoulders, there's no way in hell she's saying yes to that when he was sitting right there. "Why're you asking me these questions bro?" She asks watching as he just shrugs his shoulders with a little smile. Whatever.

Yeah. That probably meant something. But you know what? She doesn't care unless she knows for sure. She goes through the rest of her lunch break not saying anything about the note, and she messes with her friends like she normally would. As her table gets dismissed to go back to class she spends time in the hallways with her friends as she already put her stuff in her 5th hour class before lunch. (On Tuesdays their schedule is changed up and they're let out 90 minutes earlier from school.)

The rest of the day was boring as hell, she went through it like it was any other day. She probably enjoyed gym, it's not really important as of right now though. She went to her basketball practice, everything went normally. She came home, ate, took a shower, and eventually went to sleep.

On Valentine's Day, nothing out of the ordinary happened with him, although, she did technically get asked by another boy...

She was setting her stuff in her 4th hour class, going to lunch right after when (S) calls her name. She's never talked to (S) before either, she only knew him because he was dating (MS), one of her close friends.

"You're @^@ 8@221, right?" He asked her, getting a slightly confused nod from her. (S) looks to the boy standing outside the door by him who seems to be awkwardly standing there like he was waiting for something. The boy had a crush on her, she found that out a few weeks ago.

Welp, she knew what was coming next. Damn, she was hoping this wasn't going to happen right now but it seems fate has woven itself already. Sighing internally, she listened to (S) as he began talking while mentally preparing herself to say no respectfully, "Uhm, he likes you and he wants you to be his Valentine, do you accept?" On impulse, she shook her head in a small-ish manner,

"No." So much for respectfully.

(S) muttered a 'damn' and turned to his friend who was already down the hallway, and instantly she felt like shit as she heard (S) call out to his friend about her answer. Damn.

The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing happened. It was boring again. Though now, as a few days went by, she's thinking about him a bit more, here and there, sometimes when she's in her thoughts, they'll walk back little ways to the note she wishes she read slightly more thoroughly now. Still, not knowing if it was fake or not, still not really interested, though now, she can't help but notice him.

[cursedfell]

amrynn story!

name: amrynn

age: 23

gender: trans guy

sexuality: bi

you. I will Figure you out.

story for him being inquisitor: amrynn voice i really do fucking NOT want this i fucking hate you all and makes sure to                                                                            /                   voice this at every turn.

damn bitch he just chaotic. 

Personality: Amrynn is a hardened and fiercely independent elf who carries the weight of a dark past. Shaped by a childhood of servitude, cruelty, and bloodshed, he exudes a sharp, often abrasive demeanor, quick to lash out with biting words or sarcasm. He is distrustful and proud, rarely showing vulnerability, and prefers to keep his emotions closely guarded behind a mask of aloofness or hostility. Amrynn’s experiences have bred a deep-seated anger within him, which sometimes manifests in cruel or reckless behavior, especially when he feels provoked or threatened.

Despite his harsh exterior, Amrynn is not entirely without a sense of morality or compassion. His time in the Inquisition has softened his edges, even if only slightly, allowing him to grow beyond the singular identity of an assassin or blood mage. Helping others, though not his primary motivation, has brought about a reluctant change in him, making him more caring and more willing to connect with people, albeit on his own terms. However, his pride prevents him from openly expressing gratitude or admitting when he cares about someone, often masking his concern with teasing or indifference.

Amrynn is a pragmatist who sees the world in shades of gray and has no patience for idealism or blind optimism. He believes power and survival come first, especially for marginalized groups like mages and elves, whose plights he deeply empathizes with. His views on blood magic are unyielding; he sees it not as inherently evil but as a tool that can be used for good or ill, depending on the individual wielding it. He resents those who demonize it without understanding its potential, finding such attitudes hypocritical or narrow-minded.

Above all, Amrynn is defined by a fierce will to live life on his own terms. He despises being controlled or treated as a tool, and he harbors a deep disdain for those who would attempt to manipulate him. Although he may occasionally indulge in violence or cruelty, he is not entirely lost to his darker impulses; there is still a part of him that seeks redemption or at least a purpose beyond revenge and survival. However, earning his trust is no easy feat, as it takes more than kind words or promises to break through the walls he has carefully built around himself.

family:

lived in an alienage, where it was normal for families to sell off their children to be servants/slaves. amrynn sold to a rich noble family in ferelden, a servant for the noble family for many years. ( maybe birth family originally from clan lavellan, but left to an alienage? mother from the clan, and father from a different clan, both left? too poor to handle children. )

paivyn! thankful for their relationship, but would never say it out loud. too proud for that. learns to appreciate him.

clan leader (?)

backstory:

sold when he is 6 into a noble family, a servant to the young lord of the family. picked on/teased quite often by the lord and his friends, amrynn never fought back. lots of other stuff happened to him, stuff that he would rather stay in the past + never talk about.  in the family for a few years, and the blight hits. their home attacked by darkspawn, amrynn has known since a young lad that he could control magic. kills the darkspawn before they can kill the young lord, and then turns around and kills him himself. in a very cruel manner, makes sure that he suffers. ( maybe takes the time to slowly kill the other family members, especially the ones who bought him. ‘ let it be remembered that i am not your toy/you never should have brought a knife ear into your home ‘ ) anger slowly stems from here. makes it look like the darkspawn are the one who brutally murdered the family.

before the family dies, amrynn used to go into the marketplace, heard elven for the first time. found a book on elven to learn what he could in his spare time as a serving boy for the household? 

maybe lives in ferelden/travels around ferelden for a little bit before fleeing to the free marches, makes a name for himself. maybe a contract killer for the town that he lives in, learns how to use daggers to protect himself + the most efficient way to take lives. haunted by the lives he took as a child, just to keep himself from starving on the streets. this is how the old practitioner finds amrynn, hears about assassin elf, tracks him down to take him in + make him his apprentice. in a small village outside of denerim maybe? or maybe it was lothering until it was destroyed, need to figure out where and especially during the civil war. teaches him for many years, 

older practitioner dies, maybe protecting amrynn from darkspawn, dies in a horrific way in front of amrynn, maybe darkspawn devour him, feast on him like the last supper. amrynn hidden, maybe forced into a wardrobe, sealed by blood magic as practitioner fends off the darkspawn for as long as he can until taken down by them, eaten alive. his screams will forever haunt amrynn. stuck in the wardrobe for three days until the magic finally wears off/practitioner finally dies. alive for three days? it happens, and amrynn forced to listen to him wheeze/beg for death.  

fled to the northern free marches, lavellan clan ( maybe comes later? ) not a home, but close enough to one. 

timeline: for me

born. with his family for a short while. 

sold at age 6.

age 10, kills the family he was sold to.

age 12, makes a name for himself as an assassin.

age 13, olden practitioner finds him, teaches him blood magic.

age 15/16, practitioner dies, leaves ferelden.

age 17, finds lavellan clan

age 22. made first to the keeper.

age 23, sent to the conclave

magic:

BLOOD MAGIC!!!!!!!!!! ( with the mark, more of a last resort? doesn’t use it very often, but can, and will. terrifying with it, op. )

elemental/primal magic? ( will have to play and see the kind of magics there is )

companions:

cassandra: [ coming soon ]

iron bull: [ coming soon ]

dorian: [ coming soon ]

cole: [ coming soon ]

vivian: [ coming soon ]

varric: [ coming soon ]

sera: [ coming soon ]

blackwall: [ coming soon ]

cullen: [ coming soon ]

josephine:: [ coming soon ]

leliana: grows to trust in her, more so than anyone else in the inquisition. admires her. she challenges him at every corner, compromises with him on decisions, open to explaining things that he doesn’t understand when it comes to the political aspects of the inquisition. trusts her judgement.

in the inquisition:

has DEFINITELY bit his left hand + licked the mark. ( while closing one of those portal things i dont remember what they’re called, has also bitten his hand while closing it. like the feral little man he is.

When he gets it in his head to do something, or that something is the right thing to do to him, he’ll stare down the whole damn world trying to get it done.

dude ok ive been thinking and like. amrynn being in the inquisition and like...getting to help people, etc etc, like....he's Still an asshole but it changes him in a way that makes him more caring and more....of a Person rather than having one character trait of being an asshole

story for him being a companion that the inquisitor can recruit:

about the same, but not inquisitor, dedicated to them, leaves the clan to find inquisitor if elf. either skyhold or haven, dunno.

starting quest: 

depending on if lavellan inquisitor: whispering woods. there’s rumors about an apostate mage running about, causing a loud ruckus and trying to find answers about what happened at the conclave -- or specifically, what happened to another apostate mage up there. upon taking this request, amrynn can be found outside of redcliffe harassing a templar, either having his arm twisted behind his back or face being shoved in the ground: either demanding for him to get his leader, or threatening to tear his face off if he doesn’t tell him anything he knows about the conclave. 

human inquisitor: just about the same as lavellan, amrynn just won’t be as welcoming to your party when you come across him threatening a templar.

dwarf inquisitor: ^

qunari inquisitor: ^

personal quest:

amrynn has been tracking down his birth family since arriving at the inquisition. ( he has for awhile now, but with leliana and her spy network, he’s able to track them down. )  he requests that the inquisitor take the time to come with him to an alienage to find his family. 

basically going to end in 3 different ways. 

your first choice is making amrynn let them go, which he greatly disapproves of and you might have the chance of ruining anything romantic between the two of you + a good chance of him leaving the inquisition, depending on how much the two of you have bonded. 

the choice of letting him kill his parents in a very brutal manner, while you watch. you watch him slowly torture them. thought his anger would be better once he killed his parents, but once he’s through with them, he will turn to you and tell you that he needs to leave. he’ll leave your party and you’ll be taken back to skyhold. 

or, you can have the choice to have them thrown in prison for them selling their child, which amrynn still disapproves of, but there’s no chance of ruining the romance between the two of you.

romance quest:

depending on what choice you made, there’s three different ways to romance him. 

depending on where the two of you are at in terms of your relationship, there is a chance that when you come to talk to him, he’ll tell you that whatever the inquisitor thought was going to happen between them was a fools dream, and tell you that he’s leaving the inquisition. if you have a high enough approval rating, but not high enough, he’ll tell you that he does not wish to pursue anything with your inquisitor and that’ll end your romance. if your approval was higher, amrynn will tell you that he needs time to come to terms with the inquisitor’s choice in not allowing him to get the revenge he’s been seeking for years, but that he does want to have something to do with you. he tells you that while he hates what they did, he’ll later come to admit that maybe it’s better to let them rot in the alienage, rather than giving them a swift end. and he might come to thank you, as well, for not letting him take his revenge. 

if you allowed him to kill his parents, amrynn is missing from the inquisition. the inquisitor has a message on the war table from clan lavellan, letting the inquisitor know ( if the inquisitor is from clan lavellan and the clan survive, the keeper sends a letter to the inquisitor informing them on how the clan is doing, etc. etc. ) that the first to the keeper ( calls him amrynn in the letter, if inquisitor is from clan lavellan, returned to the clan to help with recovering from the attack ) has returned to clan lavellan and will be staying until further notice. the inquisitor has three options.

leliana -- let leliana send elven agents to slip into the dalish camp and convince amrynn to come back (?) maybe. 

cullen -- will send troops to formally ask for amrynn to be escorted back to the inquisition. 

josephine -- elven scribes delivers a message to request that the keeper send amrynn back at the earlier convenience + send assistance to help with reparations to the clan.

it doesn’t matter on the choice that the inquisitor makes, it takes a few missions to pass the time but when you come back to skyhold, you’ll find amrynn waiting for you in your room. ( ‘ ‘ )

approval:

amrynn loves aggressive responses, favored over kind/passive responses. 

approves of decisions that support mages/elves.

approves when blood magic is talked about in a way that isn’t all about demons, etc. understands the trouble that is blood magic, but hates when its seen as demonic. truly believes that blood magic could be used for day to day issues, it depends on how someone uses it, not inherently evil. + does not believe that those who get swayed by a demon are weak and don’t deserve to have ever gotten into using blood magic. 

disapproves when you just fucking Exist.

[svnflower-writes]

info about my main WIPS rn:

i have too many WIPS shut up i know

original stories:

next christmas:

short story (kind of, if I say it's a short story it'll still be lots of words lmao) about two girls and a small look into their life each christmas and they're best friends who think their pining is unrequited and every time they're like "it's ok it'll happen next christmas!" and it just doesn't and they have to deal with lots of mental health stuff

main characters:

August: lesbian, she/her, i love her so much she's the loml, people pleaser, slowly realises that she doesn't have to be the second choice and she should be a priority, is a bit of an asshole to Lottie in like chapters 5-9 but Lottie deserves it tbh

Charlotte/Lottie: bisexual, she/they, kind of a bitch a lot of the time, gets into relationships for like a week and then gets into another one a month later, commitment issues, eventually has a redemption arc thing and she actually does deserve August

Ayanda/Aya: asexual, panromantic, they/she, they are my spirit animal i love her so much, August's new bestie, absolute sweetheart who values friendship over anything else, also basically the reason EVERYTHING happens in the story

everyone else is kinda irrelevant ngl

love is not enough:

name will definitely change I hate it.

plot is very complicated idk if I even understand it and I'm the one writing it 😭💀 basically gay royalty but it's confusing and the economy is dying and the main love interest is kinda a fugitive??? i guess???? lots of secrets yay

main characters:

kit chevalier-fernsby: gay (very much closeted), he/him, prince, science, slightly pretentious but that's his parents fault, he loves dates where they stay in with blankets and candles and hot chocolate and read books together. he's such a cutie patootie i wanna give him a hug <3

lucas akehurst: unlabelled, he/they, gaurd, hopeless romantic, artist, midnight walks in the rain + art galleries + coffee, mysterious. he is my baby i will protect him at all costs.

no side character information bc i can't be bothered <3

fanfics

hell is a teenage girl:

hunger games fic! finnick's younger (15 years old) sister going through her hunger games and gaining a lot of trauma. very emotion and relationship (familial, platonic, and romantic but the friends she makes are arguably more valuable to her than her relationship). basically she goes through what finnick goes through and she learns to be a manipulative little shit bc what else is she meant to do

main characters:

serena odair: loml. bisexual icon (with a preference for woman) who is a little bit manipulative but let's be real when you're in the arena you do whatever the fuck you can to stay alive. district four, she wins (duh she's the main character) and her brother means absolutely everything to her. spoiler: trauma yay

cassie farwater: serena's best friend! district 11 and a mean lesbian. 16 years old and her friends mean the world to her. her loyalty is what gets her killed.

eloise astor: serena's gf!! district one – been training for the games her whole life so it comes as a big surprise when she sacrifices herself for marina!!

kaz claremont: the district partner/close friend – he's quite and determined and he listens. he knows all the gossip. very impulsive and bold. panromantic + asexual

ash terra: the only person who gives serena a run for her money in the manipulative category. he's an absolute bitch and will stab anyone in the back without hesitation. makes it clear to everyone that this isn't a game of trust. district 3

sadie nightgrove: district 5, cassie's gf. bisexual. very charming and puts on a clueless facade before turning on people. despite being absolutely able to win the games she would never hurt the people she's allied with - and that is her downfall

mad woman

sequel to hell is a teenage girl and yes it's named after the taylor swift song. quarter quell and lots of serena and finnick sibling bonding. very protective finnick and very manipulative (not to finnick) serena, they're a power duo.

serena is like the only original character in this so she's basically the same just more traumatized and hotter.

[creacherkeeper]

1, 7, 15, and 21 for hawk and lizzie?

What does your character typically keep in their pockets?

hawk - pocket knife, string, a bandage, pocket tool kit, wallet with a few dollars and a picture of sarah and divine from their wedding

lizzie - pocket knife, wallet with money, sheriffs badge, [redacted] ID card

7. How impulsive is your character?

hawk - he has a very strict moral code but is willing to do anything within that at any point in time so. impulsive but within limits. he tends to be more restrained when having serious conversations bc he's just not good at those

lizzie - she used to be 99% impulsive and 1% restrained and now she's 99% restrained and 1% impulsive. cause. well.

15. Describe their ideal date.

hawk - beers and *******

lizzie - i dont think lizzie knows?? she's had no practice being romantic and didnt even know thats what it was for such a long time. but like. she's such an acts of service bitch. so i genuinely think that like. carrying divines groceries back while divine talks her ear off. is kind of as ideal as it gets? like im not sure how much she would enjoy a Classic Date but if she could like. just help out in some way while spending time together. thats what she would want. she likes being useful

21. If they were a potion, what would it look like? (Color, glass shape, smell, etc.)

hawk - shorter square glass, kind of matte liquid going from a yellowy green to ruddy orange. i think it would smell like clay after rain

lizzie - pyramid shape glass, but fairly tall. mostly translucent liquid but swirling from bright yellow to burnt orange to dark crimson. i think slightly shimmery but in the way sand is shimmery. i think it would smell like sun on hot metal

[softgrungeprophet]

i think if, in a hypothetical world where i wrote and published TJ and Lilith's stories and it garnered some kind of fandom, TJ would probably be subjected to a lot of the common fandom trends of infantilization and ineptitude, being a semi-closeted generally non-threatening white dude (personality wise)

He is kind of a sub, kind of a bottom, and kind of a loser so like... it would be inevitable. But would be interesting to see the push and pull of which traits are emphasized over others and whether anyone would push back against it by pulling out his less submissive traits, recreational substance use, masochism, and the dangers of his powers. Would one try to overshadow the other?

My ideal in my own writing, of course, is that I can balance his personality, but I have no idea if I am successful at that. But it's unlikely anyone will ever be privy to most of his story anyway lol -- even if I wasn't just writing (mostly random smut) for fun, there aren't a lot of good places to post original fiction, etc etc but that's not my point lol my point is striking a balance between his reckless loudmouth behavior and his submissive insecurities.

Lilith I imagine would get some mean girl treatment because she is proud to be a bitch, but of course, that is as a measurement of self-preservation. OTOH as a white twink I think she would also get the "slightly too nice to be in character" treatment but frankly I also struggle with this lol so who am I to speak (and honestly sometimes her facade is that).

Actually my biggest struggle is trying to show the difference in the way she and TJ crush on each other. TJ is very romantically oriented and Lilith was like, an incel until a few months after meeting him, so they have different ways of engaging in relationships for sure. Just gradually figuring out how to show that. She approaches interpersonal interactions, at least early on, as a hostile and combative environment in which one person wins and one person loses. In her private life she often makes herself small and quiet, withdrawn, but bitter. The Psykopomp allows her to act more on her feelings and impulses, to be rude and take up space and become herself (you see why i made this character trans lol) so Lilith's main journey as a character is almost certainly finding the right balance in herself so that she doesn't end up just a vindictive, jaded woman with no friends.

TJ is impulsive and bad at processing his own emotions, so relies on being a Chill Dude to keep himself functional and not have a nervous breakdown. He moves too quickly in relationships and is easily attached to people but has surprisingly few close friends despite being the kind of guy who everyone knows and likes. Partly this is because everyone else moved on and he stayed where he was. He's also kind of a doormat in some ways so despite being stubborn, it's easy for him to be used and discarded; he just decides that the problem was him. Lots of little things compounded to flatten his self-esteem even while he acts very outwardly confident.

In some ways he and Lilith are opposites, in some ways alike, etc... They certainly have a dynamic lol

Also I like them lol

[doveofmourning]

While I'm thinking about it this is my ranking of every ghostface! (I'm counting anyone who did at least one on screen kill while wearing the mask!)

Billy Loomis: truly the OG and the man with the plan. I'm a lesbian and I also know I SHOULDN'T be thirsty for him but there's something about how deranged he is while still thinking things through so well that kinda does it for me!

Amber Freeman: oh my god she's an idiot but she's just like me for real!!! Probably my favorite sequel ghostface honestly. Plus she killed that man??? Who we all thought was unkillable????? Soooo...

Stu Macher: did you really think he'd be any lower? He was impulsive and kinda ruined the plan but he had the spirit.

Charlie Walker: fucking moron who got played hard but his kills were enjoyable and also if I'm being real estrogen would have saved her. Literally put down the knife and transition instead, Jill isn't going to love you bbg.

Sam Carpenter: Only one kill but you know damn well she wanted more and honestly the ability to have done it, IN THE MASK, with the hallucinations begging her to do more, and still stop once it wasn't self defense? Yeah okay queen you're an icon.

Danny Johnson: technically a spinoff character but I'll include him since he wore the mask and used the name!! I love Danny but also he's a creep and doesn't really feel emotionally like ghostface to me. But he's cool ig!! I'd watch a movie with him in it.

Jill Roberts: Look she's a bitch but her plan was GOOD. Honestly it's only plot armor that made her lose. She planned it well and I'm impressed with her even if she's sick and twisted.

Sydney Prescott: Barely counts tbqh but also she did do it so I'll give it to her just for being a badass, since everyone below this is at least kind of disappointing.

Jason Carvey: second best opening kill in the franchise, VERY slightly beating out the opening kill for Scream 2. I'm sad we never really got to know him and I do think he should have had a chance in that fight.

Quinn Bailey: All 3 of the main Scream 6 ghostface killers kinda suck but she sucks the least, mostly for that fight scene with Gale! She kicked ass there and I'll give her the point for it.

Ethan Bailey: He still sucks and is bland as a character but had two VERY cool sequences. (The ladder sequence which was the kill that made me saddest and most uncomfortable and the train sequence.) Bland though.

Debbie Loomis: didn't even really get her hands dirty except the once and then it was one of the best characters in the franchise so I do hate her a bit for that but also her plan was well orchestrated and her fall guy was well picked.

Jamal Elliot: Look I don't like the TV Series at all but honestly he had a good arc and a good motive and some okay kills given it was for TV. Would I have preferred him in movie? Definitely. Was he even close to the worst killer on this list? Nope!

Micky Altieri: I do not believe this guy exists tbqh. He is so deeply unbelievable as a character that he ruins the immersion for me. Some good kills but his motivation and characterization flip makes no sense.

Roman Bridger: Why would he be higher tbh. None of his plans worked even with as Machiavellian as he's supposed to look, his retcon is stupid and takes the weight away from previous movies, he's incompetent and also like why would you get involved in a film franchise about the crimes you caused to be committed? I feel like it's so sloppy and the person masterminding ghostface can't be sloppy. Also the kills in this movie suck.

Detective Bailey: Boring character, twist visible from miles away, I did not trust him even from the poster, and his motivation makes him despicable. Hate him.

Beth: Literally a caricature of a ghostface killer. She would be at the very bottom if I didn't hate Richie with the passion of a billion burning suns.

Richie Kirsch: literal actual pedophile. Like canonically. He groomed a 16 year old lesbian (maybe she's bi in the final cut?? I know in the original script she was explicitly a lesbian but maybe they changed it to make Richie look less bad idk) into doing this and I'm glad he's dead actually.

[tefibetancourt]

when she announced it was her birthday to the stranger, she hadn’t realized that she actually knew him for a good, long minute. it was… michael? micah? no, shit, it was micah. the guy from instagram! and the bowling alley. the baby, as she had called him, with a sweet face. in her drunken haze at cj’s birthday party, she hadn’t cataloged his features like she normally did with any man she met while sober (and she hadn’t even looked at his instagram when she followed him back). she could see now, in the evening light, that he was taller than she remembered and had kind eyes. ears that kind of stuck out from underneath his hair, too, but in a way that just made him more endearing. he was exactly the type of guy that she’d easily chew up and spit out. and the poor fucker just brought out a little bag of goodies.

“holy shit!” tefi exclaimed when he placed the bag on the table. she gave him a quick glance, eyes wide and mouth slightly opened in shock, then opened it up to reveal a handful of small items. carefully, brought each item out one-by-one and set them down on the table to survey her gifts.

a hello kitty pez dispenser—she loved hello kitty, how did he know?

a yoohoo carton—she couldn’t remember the last time she had one, maybe in middle school?

a pencil that presumably came from the store’s fourth of july collection—random, but cute!

a happy mother’s… birthday card…?—now this one actually made her laugh.

it surprised her, this sudden paroxysm of laughter. she had felt so terrible just a second ago, she thought she might never laugh again. then came this sweet man that had no reason to be so nice to her… but if there was anything that tefi had learned from living in la for ten years, no one ever did anything for free. any other night, she might’ve been able to play the game, flirt and bat her eyelashes to get some guy to buy her a shot, or let her sleep in their bed because she didn’t have anywhere else to go, but any other night wasn’t her frickin’ birthday. tonight, she couldn’t handle any ulterior motives. 

a smile had blossomed on her face, but there was hesitation in her rheumy eyes as she looked up at micah. “thank you so much!” she hesitated to say this was the best birthday present she ever had, because it wasn’t really. she used to have boyfriends that would rent out yachts for her, or take her on trips to greece for her and her thirteen best friends (that were really more like strangers than anything else). it was, however, the most thoughtful. even if it was just random items he found at the store, he saw her sobbing and wanted to make her feel better. that was enough to make her start crying again, but she held her fresh tears at bay. “i don’t have any candles.” tefi admitted sadly. her decision to buy a cupcake had been impulsive, like most of her decisions. “i kind of just… ended up here.” the story of her life, perhaps? she regarded him closely. “...but why? i mean, not that i don’t appreciate it, but you don’t really know me.” he didn’t know how much of a bitch she was, that was what she meant.

he'd just caught a show at the community theater and thought he'd spend the rest of the evening exploring laurel village. he doesn't get to visit this part of town very often, or most parts of blue harbor for that matter, as he usually spends his weekends in chicago, anyway. he'd been standing outside of a convenience store, having purchased a pack of cigarettes he's now smoking, when he spots a woman sitting outside the bakery across the street and thinks, at first, that she's watching something on her phone with the way she's hunched over the table. then he notices the way she dabs her fingers on her face as if to dry tears.

recognition settles in. that's tefi betancourt. the girl he met at cj welford's birthday party who, for all intents and purposes, had imprinted herself in his brain after watching her dance on the counter with reckless abandon. he'd found her on instagram later that same week and since then, interactions have been pretty much limited to likes and playful comments. just earlier today, she'd posted a photo for her birthday, to which he'd tried to grab her attention with a series of emojis that ultimately garnered a reply. it made him feel giddy, like she's some sort of celebrity. with the way she carries herself, maybe she is.

laffytefi and yet you didn’t get me a birthday present? 😜

putting his cigarette out on the ashtray on top of the trashcan next to the bodega's entrance, he walks back inside, browses through the aisles for a few minutes until he ends up with a hello kitty pez dispenser, a lisa frank knockoff pencil with a star-shaped eraser on top, a chocolate yoo hoo in a tetra pak, and a dusty, outdated happy mother's day! card where he'd haphazardly scribbled the word 'birth' next to the crossed-out 'mother' with a pen he'd borrowed from the poor, confused cashier. he then throws everything into a hallmark gift bag and marches across the street, his present dangling from his hand.

his surprise is preempted by her mentioning her birthday, to which he smiles and says, "i know," holds out the small, glossy bag and sets it down on the table next to the cupcake. "happy birthday." he steps back a little, pins his hands behind his back, gives her a little bit of space. "i've got a lighter if you've got a candle for your cupcake."

[whileyouweredreaming]

from dream bitch 12.9.22

I dreamed that D invited me over and basically said that he would be playing a game with his girlfriend’s ex, but that I was welcome to hang out with S (the gf) while he did that, who is also someone who used to be my sort-of friend irl.

Over the phone I heard her say she’d rather spend the time alone.

I went to their house which was some kind of motel-looking apartment complex (with doors all in a long row) and was composing a text in which I told D that I thought she was being a bitch, but I hesitated in sending it and when I got there she was outside alone hanging laundry. Only she sort-of morphed into Milena.

I gathered my courage / slightly impulsively said “Hey, can we talk?” and initiated a conversation about our friendship. I said I felt like we used to be friends and I wasn’t sure what happened and that I wanted her to like me and was curious about what happened on her end. She didn’t really give an answer and instead opened the door and tried to invite me in for snacks (maybe her way of putting in a bid for connection? but I wasn’t done and I insisted on the talk, which she was clearly uncomfortable with.)

During my attempt at continuing, D came out and I asked for more time and then he told me that DD had cancelled our plans only he said “Double Booby cancelled” and I woke up thinking that was real.

Side note: Is this a Dream Bitch dream? Does she really not like me IRL? Or is it my brain telling me that because of past trauma? OR is it me who doesn’t like her?

[shawnxstyles]

addicted in the afterglow

DATE: OCTOBER 11, 2022

summary: you and harry despise one another, but have close mutual friends. at your friends’ party, the two of you get into an argument. when harry’s contradictions shock you, you consider if you’ve become addicted in the afterglow.

request: yes!

song: Afterglow- driver era!! (fucking love this song)

words: 4.6k

warnings: SMUT BITCHES (f- receiving [choking, rubbing, fingering, a little nipple play, mild edging] m- receiving [slight hair pulling, scratching] protected sex, dirty talk!!), language, loads of dialogue as always

note: part 2 is here!

frat/college!harry x college!reader

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There were a lot of things in the world that you liked. Loved, even. Some of those things being your family (most of them), your dog back at home, your school, and your friends. You were grateful for so many things and tried your best to appreciate them. Your friends would say you’re one of the most kind-hearted and modest people they’ve ever met. Your friends meaning Sabrina (Rina), Raquel, and Rina’s twin brother Sean. You were probably most appreciative of them and for encountering them in your life. However, when they decided to bring other people into your little circle, you second-guessed their decision.

At first, you felt slightly offended like maybe you weren’t a good enough friend to each of them. But that changed the second Sean brought one of his friends to one of your “Hang Out and Hangover”s. Hang Out and Hangovers are kind of in its name; you all hang out after a long week of lectures and drink at someone’s place. The next day usually results in headaches and strong coffee, so that’s why it has to be somewhat planned out. You’re not really the impulsive type, as your friends would say.

But when it comes to Harry, the newest addition to your used-to-be perfect circle, you become everything your friends say you aren’t.

Harry is… appealing. He has this chestnut hair that spring curls naturally but he covers them with a hat. An annoyingly sharp jawline that he’d probably cut you with if he got the chance. He’s every girls’ dream height at a solid 6’0. He has the persona of a stereotypical frat boy, yet he still gets any girl he wants (but you would never, ever admit that to him).

You could stand him from a distance. Well, you could have. Past tense.

The day you actually talked to him shocked you, even though it shouldn’t have. Why wouldn’t the semi-popular frat boy be a dick? Why wouldn’t he be so arrogant? Why wouldn’t he flat-tire the back of your shoe? Or make sure the elevator was closed before you got on it? Or switch the song on the aux just because it was your favorite song? Anyone else could do the same things, but for some reason when he did it, it felt personal and on-purpose.

He joked around constantly with Rina and Raquel, and yes, they would agree-to-disagree occasionally, but he never had full-blown arguments with them like he did with you.

On one Friday night when you all decided to get together, you didn’t know Harry would be coming. Your friends knew you didn’t “fancy” him or whatever they said, but tried their best to make you two civil. But he didn’t know you would be there, either.

Which makes no sense because it was at your house.

“Oh great, he’s here. When were you guys going to break the news? Attention, attention, the biggest dickhead on the planet just walked through my living room,” You dramatically pretended to act shocked and put your hand on your heart. He closed the door behind him and rolled his eyes.

“It’s always a pleasure to be with you, truly. And for the record, I didn’t know you would be here, either.”

“It’s my apartment!!”

“Ohhh, I thought it was Raquel’s place. Now the horrible interior design makes more sense,” He says so sarcastically and mockingly, you wished you could wax his tongue off. You step closer to him, slowly closing in on him.

“Please! I bet my place looks ten times better than yours! Oh wait, you don’t even have your own place,” You sass back, crossing your arms. You’re pretty sure he just moved in with Sean and Rina.

“Having roommates means cheaper expenses. And I get to hang out with my friends. Work smarter, not harder, babe,” Harry taunts and it drives you cynical. Your friends just stand there awkwardly while you shout at him and he acts nonchalant. You’re nearly chest to chest with pointed fingers when the ding of the doorbell shuts you both up.

“Here,” Raquel said, annoyed while chucking the bag of food in between us. “I got some food. Maybe you two will finally shut up.”

You hadn’t even noticed Raquel left to get take-out, but how would you with Harry practically spitting his minty gum in your face?

The rest of the night was quiet to everyone else, but between you and Harry, it was loud. You would give him a snarky look every time he happened to look at you and he would stick his tongue out mockingly. It was like children fighting on a playground with you two; immature and useless. Similar scenarios went on for months. But after a while, your friends just decided to leave themselves out of it.

The only reason why Harry is even in your mind right now is because Rina is trying her very best to convince you that ”he’s not that bad”. You’ve heard the same story for months.

“Y/N, he’s really not that bad,” You almost laughed because she’s just so predictable when it comes to this situation. “I know he can be a little… into himself—”

“A little? That is the most conceited man I’ve ever met! Or should I say boy?” You shake your head as you look in the mirror. You comb through your hair softly, even though you’re frustrated about Harry. You can’t take out your fury for Harry on your luscious hair.

“You can’t expect him not to go. It’s Sean and I’s birthday for crying out loud. We’re not just going to have two different parties because you two are big babies who can’t stand a night together,” Rina falls onto her back, laying on her bed. “and he kind of lives there now.”

“Just kick him out for the night. Or forever!” You turn to Rina and act like you just invented something unheard of.

“You know what?” She lifts herself from the bed and heads toward the mirror. “we don’t need to focus on him tonight. You know that one guy from Literature class? He’s gonna be there.”

Your eyebrow perks up as you glance at Rina in the mirror. She nods up and down in confirmation until you’re both squealing like little girls. You haven’t been on a date in what? A year? Your recent hook-ups have been kind of lousy, too. And Rina is right, you need to not focus on Harry tonight, and just be free-spirited. And who knows, maybe something will happen with that guy from your lecture.

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When you first got to college, you didn’t like the idea of partying. You had been to a few in high school and it just wasn’t your thing. But you realized that the problem was that you weren’t with the right people. Now every time a party opportunity approaches, it’s hard to say no.

Raquel said she was going to be late to the party, so when you and Rina had finished getting ready, you set up the party as best you could. There was a table with snacks on them and another with drinks. However, the good drinks were under the counter. You knew those would be pulled out later in the night.

Their house was relatively small for three people, but being in college with a house isn’t easy. But it made decorating fast. There was a large banner across a window and some balloons tied to the stairs. Although it’s their birthday, it wasn’t really a birthday type of party. But people should at least know what’s being celebrated. Speaking of people, you had no idea who was going to show up besides that guy from your Literature class. Since it’s Sabrina and Sean’s friends, it’s probably going to be a pretty packed house tonight.

The party was planned to start at around eight and was already packed by nine. You didn’t even really know that you knew this many people until they said what’s up or heyyy as you passed them. It wasn’t until around ten, though, when you saw the real life of the party waltzing into the room.

Of course he’s late to a party at his own house. He’s just too cool for that.

Harry would smirk and half wave at girls as he walked by them. He’d fist bump his “homies” and laugh ridiculous loud for no reason. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and attempt to avoid gazing at him at all costs. Even if you found him the most annoying man boy in the world, you couldn’t deny the fact that everything he did was unbelievably hot (when his mouth was closed).

He had this confidence that was cocky, but his charm would hide it. The way he would lick his lips in the middle of a conversation distracts you far more than it should. His hand around a red solo cup along with a solid silver ring on his middle finger looks so natural— why did you wish his hands were somewhere else, though?

On you, maybe?

Your wild thoughts are disrupted just by the man who’d caused them. Harry comes up behind you as you’re refilling a bowl with chips.

“You look like you’re having a great time, really,” Harry shouts with his iconic sarcasm that you just love oh, so much.

“The best!” Your own sarcasm pops out. You weren’t having the worst time, you’re just a bit bored.

“Why don’t you go and dance with me? I know you got some moves,” He gets closer to you and you can feel his breath on your ear. Your breathing hitches in your throat for a moment before responding.

“I’ll pass—” You barely got to finish your sentence when you felt a light tap on your opposite shoulder. Nate, the guy from that lecture class, was standing next to you. Your eyes grew wide in a panic.

“Hey, I just wanted to know if maybe you wanted to dance..?” He looks at you, before noticing Harry, and then has the same, wide eyes as you. “Um nevermind, sorry.”

“W-what…” Your shoulders drop in disappointment and confusion as he walks away. You didn’t want to chase him because maybe he found the actual person he was looking for. Plus, chasing isn’t attractive, right? You turn to your right, forgetting Harry’s presence. You look at him for a single second and see… something in his eyes. He plays it nonchalant like he didn’t do a single thing.

“What did you do? What did you say to him?!” You shouted over the loud voices and booming music.

“What? I did nothing. He looked at me and got scared,” He shrugs off defensively with raised eyebrows. Harry takes another sip of his drink, and your growing frustration got to you, so you slapped it out of his hand. There was maybe a drop in the cup, not much left. His eyebrows raised again, but he didn’t even flinch. He knows that he’s ticking you off. You stomp away up the stairs because you needed to cool off. You are acting immature right now, but goodness, he brings out the worst in you.

The party didn’t halt nor notice your little incident with Harry and you were grateful. Harry makes his way upstairs soon later, honestly concerned for you. He knows he upset you, but he doesn’t know that you also kind of upset him. He catches you right as you’re walking into the bathroom.

“Y/N—”

“What, Harry? What do you want?” You pull your arm away from him and eye him irritatingly. You were looking at him directly and could see him thinking. The cogs in his head were spinning and you were impatient.

“Were you really going to dance with that bloke?” Is the first thing that came out of his mouth.

God, he’s such an idiot.

“Oh my God, of course you came all the way up here just to tick me off more.” You pushed him by his chest, but he grabbed your wrists, stilling you. Your breath hitches again slightly, like it did earlier. You mentally refuse to let him affect you, so you brush it off. You look up at him as you both stand in the doorway of the bathroom. He quickly checks behind him before shoving you two into the tiny room.

“God, you make me so mad,” He says through clenched teeth. He pushes you against the counter and you forget how to breathe.

Lungs? What are those? Air? Oxygen? What…?

However, you get your senses back. A little bit, and shake your head.

“I make you mad? Are you joking? You’re the one that scares off the first guy that seemed genuine!”

“Pfft, that bloke just wants to get in your pants—”

“Oh what, and you don’t? God, you just think you’re so much better—” One of Harry’s hands releases your wrist and latches onto your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but you halt your rant and then you actually forget how to breathe. Harry holds both of your wrists with one hand while the other puts little to no pressure on your throat. Harry drifts even closer to you now.

“You never know when to stop talking, huh?” He taunts you while slightly nudging your head up. You instinctively roll your eyes because that’s just what he makes you do. Everything he says is just worth an eye roll. But he doesn’t like that. Every time he sees you roll your eyes, he just wants to… fuck. He doesn’t know. But he did know it got under his skin every time and he just wanted to make you shut up. He adds more pressure to your neck as a note that he doesn’t like that.

“You always roll your eyes at me. Am I really that annoying?” He teased, while rubbing your chin with his other hand. He runs over your bottom lip slowly enough so that he can see all of your bottom teeth. When he releases it, it bounces back and you bite it nervously.

“Yes,” You choke out, still being choked by him. You can feel your wit and smart-ass remarks getting to him by the amount of pressure under his fingertips. His head tilts closer toward your ear and you’re sure he can hear your racing heart.

“You just never learn do you?”

“What’s there to learn? You’re the world’s greatest dick—” He pushes your legs apart and lets go of your neck, with that, you naturally sit up straighter. Your heart beats intensely as you wait for him to do something since he likes to interrupt you so much.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you then,” He kisses down your neck softly, teasingly so. The tender kisses contradicts the kinky act of choking, which still wasn’t enough for you. You wish you could just push him off of you and be fine, but you were pulled to him. Your body yearned him the second that he touched you. You wanted more, but you hated begging. But you had a feeling he loved it. Right above your collarbone, he bites and sucks, making you gasp as you bite your lip. His tongue glides across your skin so effortlessly and his teeth sink on one of your pressure points and you nearly moan out. You can feel the beat of the music from downstairs throughout the whole bathroom. Suddenly, he releases himself completely from you and rests his hands beside you on the counter. You thought he was going to leave you high and dry, so you shouted.

“You’re such a fucking tease! God, I was right, you are a dick,” A fire was burning inside of you both that was fueled by frustration and lust. You were ready to get up and leave, but you didn’t want to. He doesn’t even think twice before smashing his lips onto yours and locking the door to the bathroom while doing so.

The kiss was not pretty; your teeth were clashing and your lips were squished. Your lip gloss was all over him now and his tongue gladly roamed your mouth. He hummed against you, loving your taste. You smelt of orange juice and vodka, while Harry smelled like minty beer. A shock struck between your lips, which ignited something in you. Your hands rested on the baby hairs on the back of his neck, which you used to pull him closer to you. He lifted you onto the counter, temporarily breaking you two apart.

You both discard your shirts, throwing them behind him. His chiseled torso shocked you every time you saw it. You always tried to act like it didn’t affect you, but he was a walking turn-on. His tan skin was littered in creative tattoos, and you instantly rubbed on his angel wings. He steps closer to you, moving his hips toward you.

“I like these, but they don’t fit you. You’re more of a devil type,” You sass, looking at him with a sarcastic smile and a lip bite. Harry reaches behind you while giving you a quick are you sure? look before proceeding to unclip your bra first try.

“Don’t get so cocky, we all know who’s in control here,” He smiles sadistically at you, and your little smile fades. You clench your thighs together, but he pulls them apart again. His hands are warm and rough on your legs. He runs them up and down, until he’s just rubbing the insides.

“Harry, we don’t have all night! If you’re going to fuck me, just do it!” You whisper-yelled. You didn’t want to beg, but God, were you getting desperate. This is the nearest you’ll get to begging. Especially for him.

“Aw, is the princess getting impatient?” He mocks, thumbs edging towards your aching cunt. You despised these thick jean shorts you were wearing right now because every time you moved at all, you would feel a light friction on your clit. It wasn’t nearly enough to get you off, so you needed Harry to just rip them from you already. Maybe it was your turn to tick him off…

“I bet Nate would give it to me. He’s probably good, too. Oh, can you imagine how big he probably is?” That caused Harry to make an animalistic sound that nearly shredded the rest of your clothes right there. Before you knew it, your shorts were gone and your underwear was being stuffed into your mouth.

“Not much of a talker now, yeah?” Harry smirks. You could taste your own arousal, which turned you on even more. He grabs your wrists in one hand, stopping you from touching anything.

“You’re so infuriating. Talking about other men while I have you spread open for me. I can see you dripping all over the counter,” He rubs you achingly slow, right on your throbbing clit. He increases his rhythm, giving you more pleasure. But you needed more. “tell me it’s for me.”

You roll your eyes. Of course, he has a praise kink. That makes his mountain size ego make sense. He stops rubbing you and you nearly whine as he removes the underwear from your mouth, dropping it beside you. You’re so desperate and so frustratingly needy, you nearly want to beg.

“And if I don't?” You breathe out, staring at him right in the eyes. His eyes are strong and you almost back down. He puts his free hand on your breast, pinching and twisting the bud. You arch slightly into his touch.

“Then it’s going to be a long night, isn’t it, princess?” You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek. His hands still hold your wrists as he drifts back down to your clit. Harry rubs you quickly, waiting for your response.

“Tell me Y/N. Who made you this wet?” Harry can hear your juices spreading around as he rubs you. When you don’t immediately answer, he flicks you and you jump. You bite your lip, adding a few seconds before you give in. The need to come continues to increase as you withhold your pleas “speak, or I’ll stop.”

“You!” You couldn’t help it— you gave into him. The rough pads of his fingers and his irritatingly attractive words were making you crazy. If he stopped, your body would never forgive you. Before your eyes tightly close, you see Harry arrogantly smirk.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Go on,” Harry inserts rapid fingers in you, curling them oh, so good. Your arousal was slushing in and out quickly, along with his fingers. He edged you enough and you were about to come fast.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Harry!” You whine out his name as you reach your peak. Seconds before you release, his fingers are removed from inside of you. Your climax dangles in your stomach, forgotten.

Your irritation from earlier becomes even more vehement now. You were about to slam Harry’s head into the door, before his loud mouth speaks.

“You can come around my cock,” He basically growls as he vastly unbuckles his belt and unzips his strangled jeans. He slides down his boxers and you can’t deny that he’s pretty big. You feel more arousal leak out of you just looking at it. You nearly roll your eyes again when you see him pull out a condom from his jeans.

Of course, he brought condoms to a party. Why are you letting him fuck you again?

Because he’s just so… ugh. You don’t know the word.

Feeling dazed, you feel Harry rubs himself on you for a few seconds before slamming into you without warning. You try your best not to scream out, for the sake of the party, but also for Harry’s ego. You gasp loudly, as he goes in and out roughly.

He cannot know how much you actually enjoy this.

Your hands wrap around his neck naturally, scratching crescent moons on the sides. His moves are fast, yet deep, making you clench around him hard. When Harry finally moans in your ear, you don’t stop the strong reciprocating one that leaves yours.

That must mean he likes it too.

Harry growls, attaching his lips to your neck, probably to quiet his sounds. When you begin to reach your climax again, your legs get tense. You bite your lip to near bleeding so you don’t alert the whole party.

“God, Harry,” You groan out, clutching his hair with your right hand. You can tell you’re both close because everything is messier; you’re about to fall off of the counter, Harry’s strokes are sloppier, and your grip is everywhere.

You’ve both been dying for release.

“Come, Y/N,” He wasn’t asking; it was a command. Somehow, his assertiveness brought you over the edge and you finally came. Hard. The sensation was such a relief, you loudly moaned without caring who could hear. Harry groans by your ear as he releases into the condom, moving slowly in and out. You rub your clit to calm your body and breathing. You hadn’t realized how deprived you were until the weight of your sexual rut was gone.

Once you come to realize what actually happened, you blink and instantly grab your underwear. Harry had already been pulling up his jeans by then.

“You,” You grit out. Your breathing wasn’t completely calm and was definitely wavering as you zipped up your jean shorts. “are not allowed to tell anyone about this, okay?”

“Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?” He says innocently, followed by a devilish smirk. His shirt falls over his head and covers his sculpted abs.

You hate to think about it, but those abs will be missed.

“I’m serious. If anyone, especially one of our friends finds out, I will personally kill you. I will torture you until you can’t take it anymore,” You successfully clip your bra and arrange your shirt correctly. You look in the semi-foggy mirror as you attempt to tame your hair.

“Sounds kinky. But don’t worry, princess, no one’s gonna find out how I made you beg for me,” Harry stands behind you, looking at you through the mirror. Your eyes widen at his words and you turn around.

“Harry!”

“Yeah, it sounded just like that—”

“I fucking swear to—” A knock interrupted both of you. Sudden panic rushed through your body as your mouth became dry. Harry eyed you with a finger over his lips. You stay silent, listening to him, as the stranger soon walks away. You release a breath you didn’t know you were restricting.

“See? That is why we can’t do this. That was too close. I’m leaving and we’re never speaking of this again,” You slowly open the door and peek near the area. When you fully exit, you try to act as relaxed as possible.

You feel flushed and flustered, but that can easily be mistaken for alcohol or dancing. You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen because you need another drink. Maybe seven because you’re feeling a bit too sober after what just happened.

Rina suddenly comes behind you, startlingly you.

“Where have you been, girl?! I haven’t seen you all night!” She shouts over the booming speakers and loud people. Your gut wrenches suddenly in guilt, feeling the weight of being a liar.

“I was dancing with Nate,” The lie flew through your mouth and you bit your cheek. Your clench your solo cup in your hand. He probably left a while ago because of what happened earlier. You wouldn’t blame him.

You’ve never been a good liar. Clearly. But maybe it was easier to lie to a drunk person…

“Ooo, I’m so drunk right now! Did you know that Raquel heard two people fucking in the bathroom? She thinks it was Harry, and I wouldn’t be surprised. Oh, this is my song!” The song changes to Rina’s favorite dance track, which causes her to slip away back into the crowd of dancing drunks. As she drifts away, that gut wrenching feeling becomes more intense when you take in what she just said.

Raquel heard you in the bathroom. Oh fuck. She doesn’t know it was you and Harry though. Hopefully, she is extremely drunk too and doesn’t remember a lick of tonight.

You hate to admit it to yourself, but that sex with Harry was really good. It wasn’t like the typical sex you have. It wasn’t intimate and loving, or soft and sweet. It was rough and fast, and you really liked it. You’re kind of left in a state of shock because you know it won’t ever happen again.

He had control over you. And even though it was Harry out of all people, there was some type of passion beneath it all that just aroused you so much. Stuff like that is what gets people addicted. And you couldn’t be… addicted to Harry.

You knew everything was now messed up, yet a part of you was satisfied and relieved.

It was one time. You can’t be addicted.

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