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Julian burrows his face in the crease between her neck and shoulder kissing lightly, “Darling, quite honestly, there’s nothing I’d rather do than stay home with you.” He couldn’t help but think how perfect every simple day felt with her by his side. He had never really lived up to what her parents expected. He was just a hacker who paid the bills and lived within his means. He was by no means a fairytale. He lives for the passion that they share and her love for her job and that has always been enough.

Running his hands gently down her side and smiling, “How about this, I make us some nachos and margaritas and I turn on the god awful show My super sweet sixteen? We can get drunk and make fun of the spoiled brats.” He pauses winking at her “and you can say you did research for work”

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Julian poured the coffee into Harlow’s coffee mug humming gently, “Why yes, My Queen, only the finest java for you.” He smirked at her, “Aren’t you just adorable?” His greatest pleasure was just sitting across from her on their mornings and reading the newspaper while she drank her morning coffee and glimpsing up at her. Harlow was quite easy on the eyes and every quirk of hers suited him.

“What do you think we should do today, love?” He asked sitting her coffee down on the side table before falling down into the couch and pulling her with him. He spread his legs placing her between them and curling his head against the nape of her neck, “You look amazing this morning, by the way.”

‘ YOU’RE A GOD SENT ‘  beams the blonde when he hands her coffee.  She finds herself wondering how she got so lucky to have someone like Julian in her life. Harlow was used to dating guys that were complete tools, just to please her lawyer parents.  Meeting  Julian was a complete game changer because he honestly helped her in ways she never thought  anyone could. 

Maybe he didn’t realize it himself but because of him, Harlow had the courage to be who she actually was and do the things she wanted to do.  She never wanted to be a lawyer, party planning was always more her thing. Julian had been a big help to her. He helped her stand up for herself, she’d always be grateful for that.

‘ Your sweet for saying that. ‘ she responds. Harlow easily falls into him. Her hands ruffling his hair as he rests against her neck.  ‘ You look quite sexy this ‘morning, and I don’t think I want to share you with the world today. ‘ Harlow whispers in his ear. ‘ Let’s just stay in today and well play ‘

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Wes had his fair share of romances in the past but could never find the one who could live up to the pages in his novels. His career as a romance novelist made real relationships seem impossible. He clearly understood how delusional he was but he knew that somewhere there was a clear waiting to be loved the way he knew. He reaches his hand out and places it on the counter, “It’s lovely to meet you Winnie. For real this time.” He smiles. This girl was beginning to be quite the interesting adventure already and he had only met her a week ago. He places his elbow on the counter, “I was wondering, would you like to go get coffee sometime? We could go discuss our differences of opinion on Theodore here. I promise I’ll do my research.” He winks.

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Julian poured the coffee into Harlow's coffee mug humming gently, "Why yes, My Queen, only the finest java for you." He smirked at her, "Aren't you just adorable?" His greatest pleasure was just sitting across from her on their mornings and reading the newspaper while she drank her morning coffee and glimpsing up at her. Harlow was quite easy on the eyes and every quirk of hers suited him. "What do you think we should do today, love?" He asked sitting her coffee down on the side table before falling down into the couch and pulling her with him. He spread his legs placing her between them and curling his head against the nape of her neck, "You look amazing this morning, by the way."

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Send “king me” for an AU starter where my muse is royalty.

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couples & angst .

“ I know I’m not the best, but… ”

“ Why can’t you just give me a chance? ”

“ I’m nowhere near as good as them, but if you could let me try? ”

“ Why does everyone leave me. ”

“ I feel so… you know? ”

“ Sometimes it feels like my world is falling apart. ”

“ I feel so unlovable. ”

“ What’s it like being loved? ”

“ Are you trying to tell me to believe you? It’s not that easy. ”

“ I don’t think you understand what it feels like, hating yourself. ”

“ At this rate I’ll just ignore everyone and everything. ”

“ But you know what? Fuck you, that’s what. ”

“ It’s not like I care, you know. ”

“ Why do you always do this? ”

“ What gives you the right to do this to me? ”

“ Is this all I’m good for? ”

“ Your lips says one thing, your eyes says something else. ”

“ You dare come here and — demand such a thing? ”

“ You’re not good enough for me, face it. ”

“ I’m not good enough for you, I get that. ”

“ Am I good enough for you? ”

“ What is it about me that makes you hate me so much? ”

“ Why can’t you look at me? ”

“ It’s not that easy, ( name ). ”

“ Well, if you could just be HONEST with me then we wouldn’t be there. ”

“ Honesty? Really? Is that what you want? ”

“ You won’t even look at me. ”

“ I am trying my best here, (name)! ”

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Simple pleasures

@pixiedxust

Julian laid next to her with her hair sprawled over his chest and his arm trapped under her body weight. He listened contently to her soft breathing as he watched her chest rise and fall against him. He was sure that this was the greatest feeling. Content that his life could be just this, lying with Harlow, and never feel the need to move.

He slipped out of her entanglement quietly hoping to surprise her with coffee. He shuffled out of door closing it ever so slightly. He glanced at himself in the floor length mirror and noticed his grey sweats clinging to his thighs and his plain white T-shirt covered in her blonde hairs. “God, I love that girl,” he whispered before heading to the kitchen.

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Wes couldn't help but laugh, loudly, at her. "I've never really been good at the whole impressing a girl thing." He shrugged, "I was always that nerdy guy who sat in the library reading Austen, Poe, and any other book I could get my hands on. I might have had the lines to romance in my head but they never translated well to real life." She is so damn stubborn he thought to himself but it was fascinating and captivating. "I just don't think of myself as a romantic. Jane Austen paints an accurate picture of that era. Of marrying for wealth and social constructs. I love it but that doesn't mean I'm some Mr.Darcy." He shook his head, "I'm not concerned with what she thinks but when I just moved her I would rather the local population not think I'm some player. Not how I would like to start my local life. Buying a house in a small knit town like this is already risky enough."

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“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” He quotes gently at her, “Sunshine, one should never joke about loving Jane Austen. Especially as a man who will forever lose his man card over the amount of times he has read it. Plus I highly doubt we have the same favorite book.” He laughed, “I am no romantic. I just love a good novel.”

He stepped to the side of the counter leaning against it, “Why is your name a private matter? Worried I’ll do a background check?” He winked at her, “The name is Wes. Wes Rose. Feel free to look me up” He sipped his coffee, “plus it would make the barista stop thinking I’m getting a new girl coffee everyday”

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I swear I don't bite :)

Send “Do you know what time it is?” for my muse to knock on your muse’s door in the middle of the night.

Send “nighttime visitor” for your muse to knock on my muse’s door in the middle of the night. 

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Wes was leaning against the bench when she approached. When she finished he laughed uncontrollably, “I’m so sorry to laugh but that truly is horrid.” His face contorted a little bit, “I’m a writer which always makes people assume I want their life stories but yours sounds like something worth writing.” He grinned at her, “so what kind of doctor are you?”

Rowena sat down with a small frown, barely glancing at the other person who was also sat there. “Why is it that whenever people find out my title is Dr. they start asking me weird medical questions,” Rowena commented, not making it clear whether she talking to herself of the person she was sat with. “I just had to listen to someone talk about a weird cluster of warts they have for ten minutes before I was able to tell them I’m the Ph.D. kind of doctor, not the MD kind.” 

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You were red and you liked me because I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. Then you decided that purple just wasn’t for you.

Halsey, Colors (via music-and-quotes)

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“You know what’s beautiful? Read the first word.” “Are you flappy bird? Cause I could tap you all night.” “Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!” “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.” “Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.” “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” “I bet you play soccer, because you’re a keeper.” “Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.” “I’m not staring at your boobs. I’m staring at your heart.” “Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.” “Are you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.” “Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.” “I’m no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart.” “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?” “If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?” “You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.” “Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” “Are you Google? Because I’ve just found what I’ve been searching for.” “There’s a big sale in my bedroom right now. Clothes are now 100% off!” “Let’s commit the perfect crime: I’ll steal you’re heart, and you’ll steal mine.” “I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!” “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?” “I think there’s something wrong with my eyes because I can’t take them off you.” “If you were a potato, you’d be a sweet one.” “Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?” “Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.”

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He scoffed lightly at her "Finally a response from the book keeper and she calls me pretenious." He smiled at her gently. "I have always believed in the basic concept of not judging a book by its cover. You haven't even glanced at me so how could you know, darling?" He crossed his arms gently looking her in the eye, "Jane Austen has always had a place in my heart so I think you'll find there's something to appreciate in romantic eras. I just happen to think Ryder's comparison to her is overrated and innaccurate." Running his hands through his hair, "You would make this coffee deal a lot easier if you could just tell me your name." His heart pounding a little at his attempts. He found her absolutely attractive and wished he had half the courage to tell her or anyone his real thoughts on Theodore Ryder.

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{Open Starter}

The Ugly Mug has always had a special place in my heart. It was here that I came up with the idea for my first ever novel, Weston Ridge, and my life changed dramatically. No one tells you that your whole life changes when you anonymously write the number one book in the world.

As the waitress sits my latte down on the wire table I kick my legs out and begin to read my newspaper, carefully skipping the book reviews, and take a sip of my drink.

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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The Beginning of Foreverland

He stumbled down the flowing pathways of York with two lattes in hand. Deciding to move cross country from Portland to this small town in South Carolina felt like speaking a foreign language or removing a limb from his body but he desperately needed to escape this writing madness. He hadn’t wrote a syllable since Winstoria, his newest bestseller, had been published until he wandered into a quiet bookstore. The small but bold sign read “Foreverland,” and it immediately held his attention. The last two weeks were spent buying novels he already owned copies of in the vain hope that she might speak to him for more than a minute at checkout.

He opens the door and listens to the chiming of the bell attached to the top, running his finger over the side of the warm styrofoam mug, and walking up to the counter. He slid the coffee gently forward with a neat sharpied Elizabeth on the side. “Good morning, Liz.” He smirked at her leaning against the counter, “You’re reading that Ryder guy again? Doesn’t he know the Jane Austen era is over?”

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12 days countdown to Pretty Little Liars

Day 4: Favorite Secondary Character      ➜ Wren Kingston