MOTHERFUCKING RADICAL.

TODAY I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO: I MUST KILL MEMORY ONCE AND FOR ALL, I MUST TURN MY SOUL TO STONE, I MUST LEARN TO LIVE AGAIN.

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@xaviierr

          last time she wore a dress, she was ten and it was to her uncle’s funeral. it feels weird, foreign - but not completely uncomfortable. anna helped her with her makeup, so instead of the usual imperfect mess of black circling her eyes like bruises, she actually looks.... good, she thinks. she stares into the mirror for a little too long - studying the way her hair curls over her shoulders & flows down her back, the way the dress clings to her curves and has a slit that shows off an almost scandalous amount of leg but still perfectly hides the knife & handgun strapped to her thighs. the shoes are the only part she’s worried about. she’s not teetering, she knows how to walk in heels, but when push comes to shove it’s more than likely she’ll have to yank them off of she’s planning to go anywhere in a hurry. one last blink - do fake eyelashes always feel this heavy ? - at her reflection and she steps out of the bathroom. green eyes land on x, red-painted lips pursing just slightly. he looks nice, harper thinks - but she doesn’t say anything. it’s not something he needs to hear - or wants, she’s sure. she brushes off her dress, the ring on her left hand feeling like it weighs about a million pounds. ‘ .... you about ready to go ? ’

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millyreed:

“Oh I see.” Milly said, taking her phone out of her Chanel bag and handed it other woman. “You can use mine.”

            she takes the phone but doesn’t click it on, instead just peering at the girl. ‘ i don’t..... have my card or anything on me. i’m not gonna make you pay for my ride home. ’ even though it really looks like the girl can afford it - so can harper, and she’s not a fan of owing people things.

[amyadamses]

“You’re fucked. My pathetic stoner boyfriend… he’s gonna kill you, you know it.”

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millyreed:

Milly was outside for a second, she needed some fresh air. As usual, she was wearing a black Balmain dress with sky high black heels. Her precious Louboutin So Kates. She approached the other woman, raising her brow. “Why can’t you call an uber?”

              harper simply holds up her shattered phone, expression blank. ‘ broke it. ’ all she wants to do is go home, peel off the too-tight clothes and the annoying heels and flop facedown in her bed for a while. she’s been having this issue lately - this depressive mood that settles over her like a blanket. too warm. she’s suffocating.

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dcstructiive:

—— HER HEELS CLICK as she makes her own exit from the club, although her own is undoubtedly less forced. lowering herself to take a seat beside her on the curb, a warm smile sent her way.❛ if you promise not to throw it, you can use my phone. ❜ 

          ‘ you saw that, huh. ’ she can’t quite bring herself to feel embarrassed - anna knows by now how harper can be. volatile. ‘ nah..... it’s fine. ’ she slumps forward, head between her knees - not because she feels like she’s going to puke, but just because she can’t bring herself to sit up anymore. ‘ wanna go to mine ? i feel like..... not being here anymore. killed my fuckin buzz. ’

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quint-devereaux:

Quint followed her outside standing behind her, striking up a joint he sighed “What the happened in there? I mean seriously!” He asked taking a hit of the joint “I’ll drive you home, you are in no shape to sit there like this.”

        ‘ you saw what happened, ’ she snaps, not exactly wanting to relive it - bar fights tend to get sort of ugly when harper’s involved - but she always wins, doesn’t she ? ‘ i’m fuckin fine. you literally just saw how i can take care of myself, ’ she points out, standing on wobbly, drunken legs.

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gtfoforrest:

“That’s how it should be,” he said with a nod, “I can’t think of anything less romantic than pretending to watch a film and getting down and dirty instead. I’d rather watch the movie.” Forrest chuckled. Whilst the offer was tempting, the man knew he’d already been overstepping boundaries when it came to a specific red-head and the last thing he needed was to add more controversies under his belt. “Let’s go with email,” he then said, “But I’d like that. Will give me something to do whilst I’m not marking work.” Although knowing him, he’d have the movies playing in the background as he worked and would realise once the credits rolled that he had no idea what actually happened. “All those words you just said sounded so foreign. I had someone in my class earlier today tell me that I was ‘lit’ and I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. I’m still not sure.”

        ‘ right ? jesus, ’ she huffs a laugh, rolling her eyes. ‘ last guy to pull that shit on me got shoved off the couch. ’ she doesn’t push it - sometimes she forgets that professors have boundaries too. not surprising, considering she breaks into x’s house more often than not - though admittedly that’s been happening less and less lately. ‘ i never check my email, ’ she informs him, but whatever - she’s not invested too heavily in this. ‘ it’s a compliment, ’ harper laughs. ‘ probably means they wanna party with you. lit started out as saying, like, high - but now it just kind of means.... - lit. like, fun and exciting, i guess. ’

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karmagarciia:

she plucks the note from her hand, that same angelic smile that usually bends people to her will securely in place. “that’s a shame, but i’m sure i can find SOMEONE to keep me company- i was just hoping it’d be you” she shows no emotion at the slight blow off, she has plenty of people wrapped around her finger to never have to spend a night alone if that’s what she prefers. 

        harper likes to think she’s above being seduced, but pretty girls have always been a weak spot for her. boys, she could take or leave them, but she’s wrapped around girls’ fingers like nobody’s business. ‘ no need to look so upset about it, ’ she responds flippantly, teasing smile curving her lips. ‘ want my number ? i’ll take you somewhere nice sometime. ’

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she can’t help but smile at his reactions - doesn’t matter if they’re silent, even half-stoned harper is hyper-aware of his body under hers. his eyes trace over her and she feels good about it - good about someone wanting her, even if it was just in this way. this way’s all she needs, anyway. anything more isn’t meant for people like her, anyway, and she wouldn’t be looking for it with atticus, anyway. they have an understanding.

soft breath leaves her lips as he flips her over, green eyes fixated as he tugs his shirt off. hands run up his warm back lightly, unphased by the scarred, uneven skin. ‘ what’s on my mind ? ’ she repeats - an odd question when it’s so clearly him, but she’ll humor him. ‘ you. ’ a quiet moan escapes when he palms her breast, back arching slightly. ‘ atticus... ’ it’s said almost bossily, clear she wants more.

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rromanns:

        roman finally shuts up and just takes a moment to breathe and think. he shouldn’t have been pressuring her or making her bad and he wished he’d realized sooner but it was too late. she was already crying. that was the only thing that had ever made him even remotely soft. he couldn’t bear to see harper crying. roman swallowed when when she said she had to leave and he waited, having trouble looking at her, a knot forming in his gut. she never left though and roman couldn’t stand it. grabbing her wrist, he gently pulled her into his chest so he could hug her. something he hadn’t done in a long time. months. it made him realize how much he did really miss her, despite everything.

         she’s tense when his arms wrap around her, and she can’t quite relax into him the way she used to. things are different and it’s completely her fault - well, her parents. she couldn’t have that kind of threat hanging over roman’s head, he didn’t deserve that. but she’s a weak girl, selfish, and she just wants to stay here for a while. face buried in his shirt, fingers fisted into the fabric. keeping him close. ‘ i know it’s all my fault, ’ she tells him, voice muffled. ‘ i just really wish it wasn’t. ’

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elliotthayden:

To Elliott, the woman was nothing more than a child his friend was stuck with babysitting. He did his best to treat her with respect because of her status, though that’s all the farther he went. An eyebrow was cocked as she stood. “An absolute blast, all the time.” he said. “Four hits this weekend, they really like to keep me busy I guess.”

      ' lucky you, i’ve only got one, ’ she responds dryly. ‘ but i’ve also got a meeting with the winslows. ’ that’d be one of the smaller crime families, based in chicago who deal nearly exclusively with weapons. ‘ their son is about the opposite of charming. when we were thirteen, he locked harlow in a closet and i busted his kneecap for it. ’ she doesn’t know if he remembers that, doesn’t even know if he was part of the group back then. she doesn’t know anything about him, really - not that she can be surprised. she’s fairly certain everyone she knows just puts up with her at this point, and doesn’t quite actually want to share anything.

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eurigowens:

Eurig raised an eyebrow up at her as he caught the helmet in his hands looking rather amused at her. “If you say so.” He said with a shrug as he put the helmet on his head and buckled it underneath his chin. “Y’know this is a pretty sweet ride if I’m going to be honest here.” He said looking at the bike as he admired it.

         she gathers her hair to the side, braiding it quickly so it won’t whip around quite so much while she’s driving. harper gives eurig a grin at the compliment to her bike - it’s something she’s proud of, and every compliment it gets is like a stroke to her own ego. ‘ no doubt about that, ’ she laughs. ‘ spent enough fuckin money on it. ’ not that it’s even an issue, really, she’s got funds coming out her fucking ears. comes with the territory.

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xaviierr:

“you think it’s THAT easy? that you just say ‘go’ and it’s done. that i don’t have to deal with my dad if i dare quit an assignment? and what if you just say ‘you’re out’ and it’s done, because i never got a FANCY degree, i’ll be THIRTY ODD with nothing, so no, there is no OUT now.” he just wants this day to end. he wants to sit down and eat his pasta that is already beginning to cool down on the counter top.

        she throws her hands in the air, surrender. ‘ i get it, there’s no making you happy, ’ she huffs. ‘ try to give you what you want, you’re just going to throw it back in my face. i’m so sorry that my college education, ’ if you could call it that, ‘ is such a fucking inconvenience to you. ’ it’s not like she really wants to be here either. she’d rather be in new york, curled up in a bed with her twin brushing fingers through her hair gently. harlow’s the only person who makes her feel like she’s not made of tinker toys, at any rate. but it’s her dad’s orders that she make connections in chicago, same way he did when he was her age - and it’s not really information she feels is necessary to tell x. let him think what he fucking wants, it’s not like she’s changing his mind. the door closes behind her, a quiet click, which might be more worrying than a slam.

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xaviierr:

of course he’s there, it’s his JOB to be after all. he watched her cause a scene, watched her being removed from the club and now- now she looks EMOTIONAL and he definitely didn’t sign on for dealing with teenage girl mood swings, either way he’s slipping out of the front doors of the club, a polite farewell to the bouncer and he’s approaching her. “come on, let’s get you home.” 

        she wishes it wasn’t him. anyone would be better, really - she knows he thinks she’s irresponsible, a spoiled wildcard, and this is hardly helping her case. a hand runs through thick dark hair and she looks up at him, emotion unreadable on her face. harper stays firmly seated, as she speaks. ‘ i want to go home. ’ it’s emphasized in a way that clearly doesn’t mean the spacious disaster-zone of an apartment she lives in now. ‘ but that’s not gonna happen, is it. ’