A Halfway Plotted Starter For @sickfcks
a halfway plotted starter for @sickfcks
it isn't her scene – after work parties had always felt like showing up for a group project she'd not really contributed to; but there'd been an insistence she come tonight, pleading faces of a few of the girls that she couldn't quite say no to. so lottie had come, changed out of her scrubs and into the comfort of an old pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, and settled herself against a wall – a pretty little wallflower, doing her best to stave off any further interest in herself with her silence.
she'd perfected the idea of it – that she was pretty but uninteresting, little more than the hired nurse their boss kept around to make sure they weren't harming themselves more than they should have been. easier to not explain that she'd gotten the job in the first place due to a familial connection that'd stemmed back a few decades, that nepotism was alive and well – even if she was good at her job. it kept things calm, ensured her peace; ensured she didn't ever wake up to a litany of messages from her parents telling her she'd further embarrassed their good name.
but she could only pretend to be sipping on the beer that'd been given to her for so long – before thirst actually kicked in, and she found herself lingering away from her post and closer to the drinks table. fingers wrapping around a bottle of cooled water at the same time a much larger hand sought to seek its claim upon the same bottle, delicate fingertips grazing against unknown hand in a soft movement before her wrist retracts and large blue eyes are raising to find the man attached to it.
“ sorry, go ahead. ” spoken with a smile, expecting to see someone she knows – expecting for it to be anyone she's moderately more familiar with than the reality. “ . . . jay, right? ” a hastily given introduction earlier on in the night, but lottie was certain that'd been the name he'd offered.
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" is your mom here ? " a sharp turn of her head , gaze shifting along countless other airline passengers , attempting to find one that shares any sort of resemblance to him before coming up short & shrugging her shoulders. instead she shifts closer , still intending for him to pick up her carry - on , while her own hand drifts down to interlace their fingers together. " you're cute , don't worry , i won't tell your mom all the bad things i'm gonna convince you to do. "
“ i mean . . . . it felt like it , but maybe i’m just being dramatic. “ there was alot of things i wanted to say , yet i didn’t want to come across as 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥. she definitely was confident , so confident that i was shocked at how she wanted me to touch her that fast. [ NOT THAT I WOULD BE COMPLAINING ] , but it was also our first time meeting in person. maybe that could be 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 for later. “ if my mom found i was grabbing your ass this quick , she’d smack me upside the head. HOWEVER - i’m not gonna say it won’t be out the question later if the night goes well. “
@foulrests said: rumor has it, i make you nervous / laena & sansa.
she feels the air physically leave her lungs. stark grey eyes widened at the speed with which laena had merely . . . appeared before her, stealing breath from her lungs in a way that sansa wished she could say only had been caused the way silvery curls had bounced to life in the dimly lit hall before her. and certainly not because they were attached to someone so devastatingly pretty.
her mouth feels dry, her hands wrought together behind her back for a moment as she manages to find her courage to speak. “ who . . . said that? ” an awkward laugh, stunted as she tucks a few stray red hairs behind her ear and finally manages to look laena in the eyes. “ i am not – you . . . do not make me nervous, lady laena. ” but even as the words pass through her lips, sansa's cheeks are flushing a light shade of pink, ever made more noticeable across the light porcelain of her skin.
“ perhaps they merely heard me mention that i am nervous of dragons. ”
Hannah Dodd as Francesca Bridgerton in BRIDGERTON (Season 3)
𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell / feel free to change pronouns and subjects as you see fit !
❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜
❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜
❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜
❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜
❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜
❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜
❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜
❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜
❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜
❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜
❛ i don't smoke. ❜
❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜
❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜
❛ you look different. ❜
❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜
❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜
❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜
❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜
❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜
❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜
❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜
❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜
❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜
❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜
❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜
❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜
❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜
❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜
❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜
❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜
❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜
❛ i could just eat you. ❜
❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜
❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜
❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜
❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜
❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜
❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜
❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜
❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜
❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜
❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜
❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜
❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜
❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜
❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜
❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜
❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜
❛ i'm still the same person. ❜
❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜
❛ it was the end of everything. ❜
❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜
❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜
❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜
❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜
❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜
❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜
❛ have you been happy? ❜
❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜
@turpitudae did not ask for this but is getting it anyways
she lingers like smoke in the air – heavy, staining every surface with her until there is no escape; it was what he'd deserved, after all, to not know peace unless it was given by her hands. to not know the comfort of silence in his head unless she was offering it. what was affection if not akin to a parasite? eating you whole and leaving you littered with holes in the wake.
her hand coasts around his wrist, lithe fingers curling around muscle to pull him to a stop – to pull him into darkened corridor, dimly lit only by the faintest glow from a cracked door.
“ where's the fire, handsome? ” asked as if she didn't already know, as if she hadn't been the one to light it and step away just as innocent as the rest. liv had always been so, claimed innocent to the world around her while pulling strings behind a curtain – anything to get her way. damian was no different; no change in action to specifically seek him out, only a continuation of her descent into taking – always taking, any and everything that belonged to rhea, at any means necessary.
delicate blue hues shifted up his features, lingering on his lips – momentary, but poignant, an action meant to be noticed, before they land upon his eyes proper. “ how about a good luck kiss, hm? ”
idk what i’m doing w my hand but we sleepy today.
wake up from nap, shit post, make bad decision(s)
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