i love these two characters. i need to trap them in a collapsed building so they can talk about their feelings as one of them slowly bleeds out.

@incalescentia introducing valeria corzo please don't let it show.

“i assumed that you wouldn’t give a fuck who i make out with at the bar.” valeria gave a dry laugh, but she never knew what they were to each other, what they wanted from her. “it’s not as if you are throwing in your own bid for my attention.” she smirked, sliding back into the booth, grabbing her beer and finishing it off.

She’s right. Ryan hasn’t been upfront about his true feelings for Valeria. Maybe he’s still trying to sort through them for himself. Nevertheless, he didn’t think she would kiss someone else right in front of him, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit. “I don’t give a fuck.” Ryan tries his best to not grimace at his lie, spinning the beer bottle resting on the table in front of him with his fingertips. “You’re right. You’re free to whatever you want. Just thought you had better taste.”

friends with benefits (sfw) starters

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

LAURA HARRIER attends the 2023 Vanity Fair Oscar Party (March 12, 2023)

It was hard to tell her story with his lips against her skin, but she managed to tell one of the few she'd promised her brother she'd never let slip because it made Nic happy to hear her talk, and when he was happy, she was happy. If she'd had any secrets, she would have spilled them all to him, just to keep his arms wrapped around her waist and a smile on his face.

"It's not all that mysterious," she promised as they headed towards her apartment, located not that far from the bar. She opened the door, grateful she'd thought ahead enough to tidy up, though it was still evident that three twenty somethings lived in the space. "That's Milo's room," she pointed to one door, "and Millie's is there," she said, nodding towards her best friends younger sister's room, "but I kicked them both out tonight - they're staying at home so we could have the place to ourselves."

It was shabby, with mismatched furniture and various books and DVDs and pictures everywhere, a bottle of vodka half drunk on top of the fridge and the insides full of nothing but take out and quick meals. "Do you want something to drink? We might have like...." she opened it, scrunching her nose at the sad options before closing it again. "Water?" she offered with a small laugh.

"It's not exactly a Manhattan apartment," she said, shrugging her shoulders as she ditched her jacket on one of the chairs, placing her hands in her back pockets as he looked around. "But we do okay. Wonton's probably sleeping in my room - my dog," she clarified, "but other than that, it's all ours for the night."

Blake’s apartment felt unapologetically like her. There wasn’t any other way Nicolo could describe it. He entered the living space with inquisitive eyes, hands stuffed in his jacket pocket, scanning every inch. It was homey, like he was wrapped tight in a warm blanket. Something no one would ever say about Nicolo’s place, everything white and stale and in its place. This felt better. 

“Your dog’s name is Wonton? Like the dumpling?” He liked the quirky tidbits of her life the most. They were a reminder that Blake was fun and free. Perhaps a little too wild at times, but nothing Nic didn’t need to stop everything from being so mundane. The more he learned, the more he liked her. The more he knew he could love her one day. 

“I like it,” he announced, giving a small nod, before discarding his coat with Blake’s. “What were you planning that meant you had to kick your roommates out?” The smile that plastered on his face was cheeky, slipping his arms around her waist where he liked them the best. “I missed you,” he reminded her again. He probably would again in the next twenty minutes. 

She watched with trepidation as he went to talk to the woman, his mannerisms as familiar to her in a way that sent her heart aching in pieces as he flirted, giving her his number. But this was what she had wanted - what she had decided on. Except every day that passed, she was more and more sure that she'd made a mistake - that she should tell him she took it all back, that she wanted to have him back.

But he wasn't hers to have, not anymore. She'd broken his heart, and there was no coming back from that.

"I see it was a success," she said, trying for snide but most likely sounding as hurt as she was. "What's the game plan, Conrad? Flash all your new women in my face because we're stuck next to each other still? I didn't realize you could be cruel." She didn't wait for an answer, turning to enter her classroom, half full of students - she'd have to deal with the repercussions later in the day, she was sure, but at least for now she had had the last word.

It didn’t bring him satisfaction, getting the mom’s number. If anything, Conrad felt worse hearing the twinge of pain hidden behind Merrick’s words. His heart ached when she called him cruel, never being described as such before. He wasn’t sure why he was allowing himself to become this petty person, stooping to a whole new level, and he almost called out for her to apologize. The door to her classroom sluggishly closed in his face. 

All morning, Conrad found it difficult to focus on the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Occasionally he would hear Merrick’s voice boast through the thin walls. It used to make him smile, knowing she was so close, but now it was a reminder of what used to bed. The bell for lunch couldn’t have come at a better time, students as disengaged as Conrad was. 

Conrad rushed out to the hallway that was slowly filling up with teenagers, impatiently tapping his fingers against his side until the last one exited Merrick’s class. She’s still at her desk as he entered and closed the door behind him. 

“I’m sorry.” That’s all Conrad can give her. Anything else and he would word vomit how much he still loved her and how it will never, ever be anyone but her. 

"Trust me when I say you don't want to know," she smirked, enjoying her own personal joke. Not that he would, if she had anything to do with it. He literally brought lives into the world, which was about as opposite to what she did as possible. "A drink, however, sounds fucking fantastic." She touched the bandages lightly that he'd applied, knowing she'd have to be a little careful for a few days, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She did have an absurdly high pain tolerance. "Maybe you can tell me about why you're always available in the middle of the night - how come there's no one warming your bed, hm?"

Hayes scoffed away a laugh when she mentioned his love life, allowing the conversation to shift a lighter tone, putting his curiosity on the back burner. “Nothing more than me and my hand, sweetheart.” Having company didn’t happen too often and, when it did, it was a one time situation. Never seeing the same girl twice kept Hayes unattached, exactly how he loved living. 

Making a blind choice, he grabbed the first bottle from the cabinet. Some type of bourbon, filling two glasses halfway over ice, before heading back to Maya and handing one over. He almost winced with the first sip, burning its way down his throat, and took a seat beside the blonde. “I also pride myself on being hundred percent available to my patients at all hours, even the suspicious ones… Really, my schedule is out of whack. Babies are unpredictable little devils. I sleep when I can.” 

"I don't know if I'd really call it a chapter," she said, referring to the one fling they'd had years ago when they were younger, more naive. Before she came to call him her best friend, her closest confidante. "More like...a beginning. I mean, we may not have ever fallen back in bed together, but that didn't mean I didn't fall a little in love with you."

It was an admission she'd never allowed before, even to herself. But the words were out of her mouth before she truly realized what had happened. "I mean, it was a side effect of becoming friends, I suppose. But you were never the dating kind, and I've always been better in a relationship. Obviously. So now you just get to be my best man of sorts."

That didn’t mean I didn’t fall a little in love with you. Not the best preface for a small speech about their friendship. Most likely a coverup for the true emotions attempting to come to surface in the whirlwind of events. It’s hard to believe they were ever just friends after she admitted that, leaving Leo wondering how many opportunities were available in the past to turn the heat between them into something more. Maybe it wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Maybe they’re too different. 

“Right, I’m far from the dating kind,” Leo repeated her words slowly, nodding along with them, “At least now you get everything you’ve ever wanted. Get to be a wife, live happily with Nick by your side… What more could a girl like you ever want?” Leaning in, Leo’s close enough to her ear that no one can overhear. “Though, if you ever get bored, you have my number.” 

i want to hear every noise you can make & i want to know i’m responsible for them. let me hear you shudder, and moan, and gasp. i want to press myself into you and hear that hitch in your breath and grin because you are seeing stars and i put those constellations in your eyes

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

"Peds, actually," she replied with a yawn, ignoring the elbow as she made herself comfortable, unafraid to half drape herself on him to get them as cozy as they could be. "When I get to specialize anyways. And this is like the fourth on call room I've tried and they're all full so, sorry, you're gonna have to deal. I promise I don't snore, and I only need like - a cat nap. An hour, really, promise you won't even notice I'm here."

“Oh, that’s worse. I avoid kids like the plague. Their parents are usually Satan.” Hayes groaned in disapproval, rubbing at the burning in his eyes. Unbothered by the position she’s put herself in and, even if he was, he’s too tired to protest. “It’s okay. We can share. Just no below the waist stuff. I don’t have the energy.”

you keep saving people —                 saving friends,                            family,                            strangers,

you burn yourself, set fires to keep others warm, but it’s never enough,            never enough to save everyone            never enough to save yourself