#hellsfavor

[cambionkisses]

@hellsfavor || cont.

seriously? she wasn't ... god dammit. now he had to re-explain all of the details of his schedule again, and how he had back-to-back rehearsals before his first ever night shift at his internship at the recording studio. it would be the first time in a while he'd be going to bed at 6am and waking up later at maybe around 2pm. homelessness really had a way of interrupting your schedule and creating its very own problematic one. ❝ ... never mind, ❞ he sighs. ❝ i don't think you'd be interested in what i had to say anyway. ❞

[hawkinsingenue]

@hellsfavor gets a random starter

“I'm firmly of the belief that more people in this school need to just keep their mouths shut if only stupid shit is going to come out of it...” Sure, she was mad about a very specific thing right now, but she sighs as she glances at Kimberly and then takes a breath. If anyone probably knew the hazards of how gossip traveled at this school by now, it was her. Their whole family was the talk of the town because apparently nothing exciting enough happened around here so they had to talk about fresh blood. It wasn't like anyone had been mistaken for dead recently or anything like that (Ally's still not over this), but sure, this was the exciting news. “You handled that like a champ...”

[loveshard]

continued from blake's open starter (@hellsfavor)

"i was caught up in the sorrows of a desperate man," blake remarked, watching the suitor limp away into the river of bodies, shoulders caved in defeat. he tilted his head at the femme, appraising her with new interest, weighing her wit against her bone structure. both won out. "if you'd prefer 'schnookums', i'm at your mercy," he offered, attempting levity. "but you don't seem the type to go in for pet names."

[slytherintragedy]

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Closed Starter » { Kimberly }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @hellsfavor ❫

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Have you ever been in one of those situations where you knew deep down that no matter what you did, things would never go the way you wanted them to? Yeah, well lately it seemed like he was always finding himself in situations like those. No matter how hard he tried, things never change and maybe they never will. This situation that he found himself in right now, oh may be the worse of those moments yet. However it almost seemed like the female was having a worse time than he was, which was in all honestly quite amusing because the male was pretty sure he managed to get himself misplaced in time, let alone realities. Despite not knowing how that was even possible but hey, he could be wrong -- he was hoping that he was at least. But he wasn't going to focus on his issues, he was going to focus on hers so without thinking much about it, Calyx broke the silence that was currently lingering as he moved next to the stranger. ❝They say that I got problems, I don't really mind. Fucking up is too much fun, besides I don't pay attention anyway.❞ Calixtus remarked, smirking slightly when it was clear he had her attention. ❝Clearly you got problems as well but tell me something that I don't know..❞ She could vent to him or whatever but this was his attempt to offer her an distraction in his own quirky way.

[resplendentdare]

Continued from here with @hellsfavor.

"I thought about it for about 5 seconds last night, and then promptly fell asleep," Saskia admitted, letting out a small laugh as she rummaged through her makeup bag for whatever she needed next.

She hadn't been able to do anyone else's makeup in what felt like forever; she enjoyed doing her own makeup, but doing someone else's was an art form. Pulling out a mascara and eyeliner, she cupped Kimberly's face gently. "This is my way of making sure I don't accidently poke you in the eye while trying to make your lashes look lovely."

[freakarus]

we never discussed what happened between us.

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS

smoke curls from the ashtray sat upon the table between them, && momentarily, her face is obscured as she speaks. disappearing for split seconds, as she had for months. despite living nearby, the two became STRANGERS. eddie never had the guts to confront kimberly -- tricked himself into thinking he didn't care enough to. it was a fling, a spark of something that fizzled out with one too many disagreements. && that's that, nothing more. right person, wrong time. or wrong person, wrong time. all lies.

a dry laugh is let out. humourless. dull, almost a sigh. the cigarette in the tray is snatched up, eyes lingering on the wall ahead rather than on kimberly. there should be a sarcastic comment to follow, a quip in defence or deflection of the entire situation. there isn't. && the silence is becoming deafening, time ticking to almost a whole minute. the refrigerators humming is louder. the distant barking of the neighbours dog sounds closer. the ticking of wayne's twenty-something year-old wall clock is agonizing.

" yeah. " ah, he speaks!! " pointing out the obvious. " finally, brown eyes drift to meet hers. a flicker of a smile on eddie's face; with no amusement, no mischief ... more sad, than anything else. a drag of the cigarette is taken before he shrugs, finger pointing to himself, " i fucked up. " then pointing to the other, " and, uh, you fucked up. " that ghost of a smile looking far too much like a frown now. " so ... there you go. we've discussed it now. "

[hawkinsown]

☈ @hellsfavor liked ♡ for a starter

he drags his heels on the wet pavement, the gentle rain pattering over his forehead as he swallows away the rush of anxiety that hits him at his approach to the mayfield sister. they'd never really actually spoken – not until now. ❛ you got a light? ❜ he calls out, shoving his shoulders forward as he closes one eye to squint through the dark in her direction.

it'd been a shitty high school party that he had no business attending other than as a measly distraction from everything else. he assumes kimberly was also here for the party, but he's not quite sure he'd seen her in the crowds inside – 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟. ah, oh well -– because here he is, now bothering her for something as if they'd ever even spoken. he knows who she is, and surely assumes she is aware of him (or if not, his reputation) – and it's reached the part of the night where formalities seem pointless. then, as if on second thought... ❛ steve, by the way. don't think we've met. ❜

[sleuthscreams]

▪ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ @hellsfavor sent: [ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

“Who told you to move?” Okay, maybe he was a tad drunk with power; he's got her right where he wants her. What's worse is that he knows it. Her noises were becoming progressively more difficult to stifle from him, and he was chasing the sweet moans, the shuddering whimpers, and every damn praise he could milk out of her. Teo is resolute; he bets his last few thrusts had hit a particularly good spot, and she was rapidly beginning to lose herself in him. “Just take it and come apart....”

Hands move up from her wrists so that their fingers intertwine. The rock of his hips shifts from the languid pace he's maintained for so long to something more urgent. He smelled blood in the water, and he couldn't contain the rush of excitement. His hair falls around his face when he goes in to claim a kiss, moaning against pretty lips when she constricts around him when he hits the right spot over and over. Have to admire her for not letting herself be outdone just because she was on the bottom, squeeing around him, legs wrapping around him to ensure there was no escape, and putting him into a position that each motion sent him delving in deep.

Pulling back from the kiss, he meets her eyes for a moment, only a moment because he was unwilling to let himself get lost in those blues. Lips find her jaw, then her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses and nips freely. When he makes it up to her ear he delivers a single request. “Stop fighting it, let go.”