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did a little blog refresh, & you lovelies should send some memes my way !

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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MICHELLE KEEGAN as Maya Stern in FOOL ME ONCE ep03 (2024)

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michelle keegan as erin croft in brassic (2019 – ) » episode #2.3 & 4

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IT HAD BEEN NICE to get a sense of normalcy back after the chaos that ensued where fernando was concerned. he’d disappeared without a trace—never to bother her again. of course she had her suspicions , but was unable to rack up the nerve to ask andrei what actually happened to him. though, in the back of her mind.. she already knew the answer. “mhm, you do that big guy. i’ll go set the ambience for a relaxing night.” pressing another affectionate kiss upon his lips before exiting the room.

a few candles were lit , a bowl of vanilla gelato topped with whipped cream, strawberries & caramel drizzle resting on wooden tray with two spoons & some napkins. cozy blanket lay draped over their legs while favorite show plays in the background. truly, she was too distracted feeding him to even pay attention to the television. “stop eating it like that, you’re getting it all over your face.” she scolds teasingly—a soft huff of laughter escaping the swell of plump lips all thanks to his ice cream stache. “baby, how do you manage to make a mess when i’m the one feeding you?” head shaking in a playful yet disapproving manner, hand going to reach for napkins before a better idea comes to mind. “guess i’m gonna have to clean you up.” a devilish smirk making its way upon lips as she crawls atop him, thighs straddling lap.

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He'd been unbuttoning his shirt when he first looked over at her, attention shifting back to his own hands as they move to finish undoing the buttons. It's then he looks up again to see her still standing there as he pulls his shirt down from his arms to then place it into the nearby hamper. It was then he spoke up, a smirk tugging at his lips as head shakes. A chuckle soon accompanies it before looking back up at her. "I didn't say it was a bad thing, iubire." He turns to face her, the slacks from his meeting earlier were still on but she didn't seem to mind so long as his shirt had been removed. "You are more than welcome to admire."

Andrei remains still, letting her come to him as she pushed off from the door frame. His own hands moving to rest on her hips as she places her's upon his jaw. There was a relief to being home, as if changing into more comfortable clothes or the idea of it would help relax him. If that was going to work remained to be seen. Seeing as he was distracted by her, it was helping keep his mind off of what happened earlier. Her idea as well was a good one, but what else would he expect from her? The kiss that followed was welcome, giving one back in return before giving an answer. "I know, I am just doing what I have to do. But, I think that is a good idea. Just let me put on some sweats. Okay?"

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

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CHARITY GALA’S felt more like a sense of duty to uphold an image rather than a place where one actually enjoyed themselves. forced hellos, fake smiles—oh how isabella loathed every bit of it. graceful black gown sucked her in to the point of BREATHLESSNESS. yet, the heiress plays her part, dripping in elegance while sipping on something to take the edge off. it’s not long before attention’s dragged towards him. heir to the montague legacy—a well renowned, POWERFUL family ( much like her own. ) “you don’t strike me as the type that listens to what they’re told.” a ghost of a smirk dancing upon plump lips while tucking a strand of dark tresses behind ear. “i have a better idea.” whiskey hues averting towards the exit before meeting his once more, dark brow quirked in pure mischief.

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once the cigarette placed between his lips is lit, the brunette puts the box of matches on the top of the bar, sliding the item over to the man who stands behind it. ⠀as Romeo inhales the nicotine, a cloud of smoke is blown out of his mouth & moves above his head. ⠀“⠀I'm supposed to ask if you want to dance.⠀” ⠀his head tilts to the side as a smirk plays itself upon his features. ⠀“⠀what do you say?⠀” ⠀he licks his lips as he holds the cigarette at his side. ⠀“⠀do you want to dance?⠀”

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@crasvespertilio 🤍.

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look at me replying to inbox prompts these last few days.. just who in the hell do i think i am?

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“ why are you looking at me like that? ”

SHOULDER RESTS COMFORTABLY against doorframe that leads into walking closet. the view before her providing a scrumptious incentive to linger awhile longer. thumb’s pressed underneath chin, forefinger laying over plump upper lip as whiskey hues completely drink him in. why are you looking at me like that? the question prompting brow to quirk in shear amusement. “what? am i not allowed to admire my sexy husband as he undresses?”

he appeared stressed—perhaps work related. whatever it may be, she wouldn’t press for an explanation, but provide a level of WARMTH & COMFORT the best way she knows how. stepping a few feet forward to close the gap between them, hands reach up to cradle chiseled jaw between soft palms. “how about i pour us some ice cream in a bowel & we curl up on the sofa & watch our favorite tv show, hm?” leaning up on tippy toes to press a tender kiss upon those TIRED lips. “you shouldn’t exhaust yourself like this, baby.” despite knowing full well how personal andrei took business matters, isabella can’t help herself in expressing opinion & concern, nonetheless.

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[ slap ]+

HEART SINKS BENEATH THE WEIGHT of utter shock as rage slowly unfurls deep within the confines of chest. before the heiress even has a chance to process emotions fully, palm comes up & vigorously connects with terry’s cheek, the impact causing a loud THWACK. for a moment, she almost regrets it—startling own self by acting on pure impulse & anger.

he gave his word that this wouldn’t happen. yet, it appears isabella foolishly made the mistake of trusting him twice now. “i should’ve left you the second i found out you were working for the feds.” shaking head in utter disgust while gazing into the eyes of a man she truly believed to know better than this.

the detective tries to reason with her—stating how it wasn’t his fault isabella’s father was sitting behind bars right this very moment. perhaps part of that might’ve held true, another operative having a hand in the arrest, but terry played a BIG role in this as well ( whether he wants to come to terms with that notion or not. ) “it IS your fault ! this is ALL your fault !” she snaps. “you LIED your way into my heart & just when i believed that maybe you wouldn’t completely turn on me & my family, you did exactly that ..” & it wrecked her heart more than he could ever possibly imagine. he had every opportunity to sway things in the other direction, but clearly DIDN’T TRY HARD ENOUGH to do so . almost as if this was the outcome he had been anticipating all along.

“there’s no coming back from this for us.” words spoken aloud hurt like hell—but it’s the bitter reality they’re faced with. especially now that the lucianos have been made aware of his true role. “you have to disappear. my father won’t hesitate to have you KILLED.. even behind bars.” despite the anger & animosity felt towards him, isabella STILL LOVES the guy & doesn’t want any harm to come to him.

a few tears trickle down delicate cheeks, because how do you stare the person you love in the eyes & tell yourself it’s time to let go..

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for a protective starter . with ravenna

WHAT BETTER WAY to catchup on the latest gossip than a girls night at their preferred spot ? a high-end bar where music wasn’t blaring & the booze didn’t taste like watered down garbage. those teenage nights having become a faint memory of their past.

smooth fingertips swirl olive pick around in martini glass while trying not to cringe when rav mentions how great her sex life with dante has been as of late. “babe, i know he’s your boyfriend—but let’s not forget he’s also my brother. please, i really don’t want to hear about his skills in the bedroom.” taking a sip of alcoholic beverage while crossing one leg over the other & attempting to push away flagrant mental images of ravenna with dante.

not even a moment later, a male dressed up in a sumptuous suit approaches in hopes of stealing the blonde’s attention. it’s made painfully clear that she is the least bit interested, yet—his attempts of trying to sway her otherwise become a bit aggressive. “listen, asshole.. she’s not interested in men with egos bigger than their dicks. now how about you fuck off before my drink ends up all over that expensive suit.” PROTECTIVE by nature when it comes to those she loves, & rav happened to fall into that category. she was quite literally the sister isabella never officially had .

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful and who deserve some kind and uplifting words because there's never enough positivity in this world. keep being amazing you beautiful creature.🌺

SO SWEET !! thank youu , & right back at ya babes 🤍.

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FUN FACT : isabella hates valentine’s day, because flowers die & eventually, so does love. whose going to prove her wrong ?? 🙃