#dream girl meets prissy girl

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what’s the impoartance of branding and how did you find your brand

Branding Yourself ❤︎︎

why do you buy lingerie from victoria’s secret and not target? why do you go to starbucks instead of looking for a local coffee shop? it’s the way these entities have displayed their aesthetic, values, and more than anything: THEIR AURA. they’re displaying a feeling that you can only get if you indulge in their goods and services.

when you carry yourself in whatever fashion that happens to be, imagine a logo plastered all over yourself. who’s attention do you want to grab with that logo? you’re showing potential employers, friends, love interests, what they’ll be getting when in collaboration with you. so this. this is what’s important about branding.

My Brand 🎀

i wanted to feel not only feminine in energy, but hyperfeminine in appearance… but with a cloak of sex appeal, maturity and exclusivity

i recently found and accepted that i am not “cute” aesthetically. i’m far more often seen as “pretty” or “sexy” and unknowingly working against my natural beauty archetype was hurting me badly

my color palette of midtone pink, black, white, gray, and nude/brown convey a feminine look while being grounded in minimalism from the neutral colors

sex kitten, video vixen, and victoria’s secret angel are archetypes/aesthetics i identify and get associated with often

i leaned into my result from vindicta’s feminine archetype quiz (the aphrodite + the diva)

i compiled a list of words i identify with and channeled them in my self expression and how i carry myself

studying my birth chart and infusing my natural traits into my essence with intent

all these things i’ve compiled over time and lots of trial and error to reach what i call #theprissygirlagenda (i can make a detailed post about this in the future)

things my followers said they associate with me, ie. “prissy girl core”:

louis vuitton bags, french tips, fur details, cheetah print, rhinestones, silk presses, fuzzy pens, rap and r&b, sexy over cute, hoop earrings

How to Build Yours 🎀

how do you wanna feel

how do you wanna be seen

what do you want out of life

these three questions will help you be able to reach a conclusion in conjunction with the resources below 🎀💕💗

What Even Is… #ThePrissyGirlAgenda?

My Guide to Making a Beauty Binder

Discovering Your “Vibe” 1 & 2 by @FILLEFATALE on twitter

She Is So Bougie Checklist by @babyphat05

Quizzes that Helped Me Develop My Brand

Vindicta Feminine Archetype Quiz + System

13 Feminine Seduction Archetypes Quiz

Tips to Enhance Your Natural Features

BabyPhat05’s Bougie Guide 101

Reinvention by @thevirgodoll

Walking in High Heels by @prettyvixenavenue

Pretty Privilege by @2pretty

How to Build Your Personal Brand and Self Concept by @femmefatalevibe

Tips for Self-Discovery by @femmefatalevibe

Understanding Archetypes by @femmefatalevibe

Knowing Yourself by @femmefatalevibe

Your Dream Girl Archetype by @femmefatalevibe

-xoxo!

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DP x DC AU: Bruce is the one to invite Constantine over, and no, it's not to improve his tenuous working relationship with the asshole. It's the opposite of that.

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Danny had become a frequent visitor of Wayne Manor in the last few months, and Bruce had to admit that while the kid was certainly a bit ominous for his liking for a partner to Tim, he was a generally kind and happy soul. They'd been dating for a lot longer than the Bats knew of- Kon had been the one to let it slip to Jon who told Damian and so on- and since the relationship was no longer secret, Tim brings him to family functions.

The thing about Danny is... He's dead. More than half of the time. Which again, is not Ideal for Bruce's wishes for Tim's future husband, but it also means that he reviles in being alive. Danny is downright joyous about using his time left on earth properly. He makes Tim eat real food, enjoy real sleep and generally live a more fulfilled life than he had been. The whole family noticed the changes in Tim, and it made them like Danny even more.

So after a particularly grueling day of dealing with Trigon and therefore the JLD's lack of coordination and sensible planning- Bruce gets the idea. John couldn't fucking contain himself admonishing Bruce, and perhaps it was vindictive, but Bruce figures that John should meet Danny. Sans context of course.

...

John is really over dealing with Batman's prissy, over complicated and perfectionist attitude. Come to the Cave he'd demanded, as though John didn't have a favorite bar to get back to, deal with a ghost he ordered like John didn't have other priorities than some random shade.

When walking into the space however, the second his teleportation portal closed, John knew something was deeply, deeply fucked. The shadows were growing longer, the second hand on his watch ticked slower, the air smelled of sulfur and... Red Robin was sitting working at the computer like nothing was wrong. But what was wrong, was the kid was marked by The End. Marked by The Infinite. FUCK.

John knew Death, the Endless, and knew she could pick favorites just like her siblings (Dream's immortal drinking buddy comes to mind). But this wasn't her work, this was something other.

"Mate- the Bat said there was a ghost?" John feels like he might throw up, the eerie atmosphere complicating what should have been a simple request.

"Uh, obviously." The kid didn't even look over from his screen or pause his typing.

John slowly approached, looking over each shoulder a few times, turning in a few circles as the shadows appeared to dance and echo within the cave. He could see his breath, the air became so cold so suddenly. And then, with the gentleness of a pin drop, a new agonizing sound appeared with a Kid walking down the cave stairs. The aura of the room turned dark, every cell in John's body screaming to run, that this was basically the little girl from the ring crawling through the TV as the young man walked down the steps.

"Babe, your grampa says that dinners going to be ready in a second. Oh, uh, hey dude." The creature speaks, turning his eyes to John for only a moment to study him. It feels equivalent to a butterfly being pinned by its wings.

"Y-y-you, you're, you're one of the Endless?" John stutters, his body reacting in fear despite the nonchalant posture of the Beast. The young man rolls his eyes.

"Nah, one of the Ancients but like uh, I'm new in town. And hon seriously don't be late, A made tiramisu for dessert and you're not allowed to have any if you're late and I don't want to deal with you pouting."

"You had me at Tiramisu!" Red stands up from his computer and then turns, "John, what are you doing here again?" Red Robin finally looks over at him, completely confused.

"Just leaving." John mutters, his eyes still trained on the ANCIENT.

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Bruce could barely hide his laugh when Tim reported the Magician meeting Danny in the cave.

That'll show the asshole to question Batman's knowledge of the occult.

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A Match Baked In Heaven

Part 1 Here

Part 2

Tighten Up

Azriel completely underestimated the length of time it would take him to get from the gym to Russell Square. 

He rode the Tube, his act of a ‘regular guy’ perfected over the years. Once in a while he caught confused glances of recognition, but because he knew how to act so disinterested, those who actually recognised him eventually averted their eyes, convinced that they were wrong and that he was not the Azriel Night.

After receiving a good deal of bollocking from Cassian last night, Azriel had signed the contract, and it was now sitting in his backpack. Cassian had made a fuss over Azriel’s ‘marriage proposal’ to the prissy Miss Duchess, calling him, among other things: unprofessional, dumb, a tosser, a wanker, and a caveman. Yeah, Azriel recognised that the ‘proposal’ was a stupid move on his part, but what was done was done. At least he spiced things up a bit for her. That was probably the one and only proposal she’d receive in her life anyway, considering her attitude.

In the end, he assured Cassian that he was going to be on his best behaviour and that he won’t tease her or argue with her. Cassian was doubtful, wanting to come along with Azriel to the meeting, but thankfully, he had other meetings scheduled and therefore, Azriel made the trip alone.

Because two could play that game, he hit up good ol’ Google last night, searching for info on Miss Priss. 

Elain Marie Paige Archeron, daughter of Sir Charles Archeron and his late wife Cressida. Middle child, with sisters Nesta and Feyre. He didn’t think she was much over 22, but apparently, she was 27. Graduated from the University of Bristol. Marigold seemed to have been her great-grandmother’s name, hence the name of the agency. There wasn’t much about Elain out there. A few photos of her with some pale redhead with an aristocratic face, whom Azriel immediately disliked. The bloke had the kind of expression like he was smelling a pile of shite at all times, or as if Pinky…no, Piglet, took a dump on his shoe. Azriel knew the type–proud, haughty, old-money, inherited everything, probably played polo with Prince William, and cards with Old Etonians. Azriel wasn’t sure if Elain was dating this wanker, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she did. Well, with her granddaddy the Duke and all…

He sighed and X-ed out of the search. It was too depressing. He didn’t even like Elain, and yet it annoyed him that that pale-faced prick could just expect a girl like her to be his. He didn’t even have to try. It was all set in stone for them from before they were born.

It was only 11:15 am and he was exiting the station. He was seriously early. 

Well, maybe she was in the office already and he could just get it over with earlier than planned. That would be nice. Once they were done with today, he hoped that he wouldn’t need to see her ever again. Or at least not for a while. 

Damn it was cold. It wasn’t pouring like it did yesterday, but it was damp and bone-chilling and grossly dreary. 

Why couldn’t he have signed with Barcelona or Real Madrid or even Juventus or something? Spending a decade or two in the sun, by the sea, drinking Aperol Spritzers or Sangria. What’s bad about that life? 

He sighed. A nice dream, but deep down he knew that he was forever a London boy. Born and raised, and he’d die here one day, in this damp and chill. He loved the fucking place. An East-sider through and through. Loved the grandeur and the poverty, the history and every freakin’ building in this city. He loved how it changed and grew and expanded, the old mixing with the new, all the extremes of its everyday life. The bustle, the hustle, the quiet, the refined. He loved the stately homes and the fugly estates which were little but cinder blocks. Loved the parks and the mighty river, the roar of football crowds and the anonymity of a pub. He loved it. And he wasn’t going anywhere. 

And now, this weird girl Elain was here, and she was going to find him a wife, and she was going to bind him even further to this city. 

As he passed by the side of the Firtzroy, he saw a blue plaque that stated:

 Emmeline Pankhurst, a political activist and leader of the suffrage movement and her daughters Sylvia, Christbel and Adela lived here

And now, he felt a strange connection to this blue plaque, to this quaint neighbourhood, because Elain lived here, and she was organically tied to this place. She was able to trace her presence here for multiple generations. She was tied to London just like he was. 

He went straight to Elain’s office and rang the bell. There was no response. He even peeked into the window, and saw that it was dark in there. Well that sucked because he had almost two hours to kill now. Great…

Shivering within his jacket, he stuck his hands as deeply in his pockets as he could and walked down the residential street. Yesterday, he noticed a few cafes and restaurants and shops around the British Museum and he decided to head that way. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he had time, so he’d have lunch.

Six minutes later, that plan went to shite, because he passed by a bakery and everything looked delicious. He had a pretty bad case of sweet tooth everyday, though he tried to keep himself in check during training and the playing season. But the golden meat pies in the display case whispered his name. He couldn’t resist. And it wasn’t like he was eating sugar. 10 minutes later, he was exiting the bakery with three pies in the bag. One, he devoured like an animal, before he even spotted a cafe to get a cup of tea. He didn’t like to share food, or wait to eat–his childhood programmed him to be stingy about it, and he couldn’t kick the habit even now, even with all his millions in the bank. 

He walked further, trying to stave off the cold, when he suddenly saw a familiar creature–a three legged pug. Pinky…no, Piglet–was trotting proudly, wearing a puffer vest and a stylish polka dot scarf. Some girl was walking him, and people stopped to admire him, some even snapping photos on their phone. That made Azriel smile. The dog walker was a slender tallish girl who wore Adidas skater shoes, slightly flared faded jeans, a plain jacket and a beanie, while being wrapped in a thick, long scarf.

Somehow, Pinky recognised or sensed Azriel’s presence and took off towards him, his three short legs pumping comically. The girl barely held onto the lead, and ran behind the dog.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, once Pinky…no, Piglet...began sniffing Azriel’s shoes and then craned its thick neck up, demanding loves and rubs with his sad buggy eyes. 

To Azriel’s utter shock, the girl in the faded pair of jeans and a thick scarf was no other than Elain Archeron.

“What the fuck?” Azriel gasped.

She ignored the language and stared at him in confusion,

“What are you…why are you here?”

Why was he here?

The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was impatient to see her and came early.

Somewhat aggressively, he turned it on her ‘weren’t we meeting at 11? It’s half past now!”

“No, one. We were meeting at one,” she argued. 

“I don’t think so,” he waved his hand.

“Well, you would be wrong,” she contradicted him.

Pinky finally lost his patience and tugged on Azriel’s pant with his teeth.

“Piglet!” Elain tried to pull him back, but Azriel squatted and finally scratched the back of the dog’s neck. 

“I guess I got my times mixed up,” Azriel finally conceded. 

“Where is Cassian?” Elain asked curiously, looking for his brother. 

At that, Azriel bristled and snapped, “I thought I was the client? Why do you need Cassian here?”

Elain shrugged and answered placidly, “I am just surprised that he isn’t standing behind you with a cattle prod, trying to push you into the office.”

At that, Azriel couldn’t help himself, and chuckled.

“Nah…” he shrugged, and smiled, and then shivered from the damn cold. “I am all yours to have your way with me. Brought the contract and all.”

She blushed a bit at his words, as she looked up at him and whispered, “You are weird.”

“Yeah well…”

Suddenly, she pulled off her massive scarf and then slowly draped it over his neck, wrapping it carefully around him and tying it off.

It was warm from her body, smelled faintly of jasmine and maybe vanilla and was soft as butter on his skin.

“What’s this for?” he finally asked stupidly, after a long, awkward, confused pause. She was confounding him. 

“I dunno,” she answered, seemingly just as surprised by her own action as he was. “You seem cold.”

“Thank you?” he said at last. 

The pug was going wild at his feet, bucking and pulling on the lead, and Azriel finally said, “come on, Pinky. Let’s go.”

“It’s Piglet,” Elain corrected him. 

“It’s a terrible name for a dog.”

“You’d think so,” Elain shrugged her shoulder. 

“I just wouldn’t name a dog Piglet. Pinky is better.”

“Well, I am not renaming my dog.”

“Well, I am naming the children,” Azriel decided, taking the lead from her without asking.

Elain gave him a side glance, and thrust her hands in her pockets. What children?

“And what are you naming them?” she queried. As everything with him, it was a strange conversation.

“Darius,” he said immediately. “Definitely Darius.”

“Hmmm, I like Darius,” she agreed. 

“Yeah?”

“I do. What else?”

“I like Dahlia, Isabelle and Rose for girls.”

Elain considered for a moment and then nodded,

“These are all good names.”

He was surprised and asked, “Really?”

“Yes, I actually like them all. Something I should mention to the prospective matches then?” 

At that, Azriel frowned and nestled his chin deeper into the scarf. Then, abruptly as ever, he asked, “What happened to Pinky’s leg?”

“It’s Piglet. And I don’t really know,” Elain admitted. “I think he was run over by a cyclist. The leg was crushed and had to be amputated. And the family that had him didn’t want to keep him. Didn’t want to deal with a three legged dog, or with the care that he required. They were going to put him down, but a friend of mine who volunteered at the shelter rang me up and told me that if I wanted him, I could have him. So I went that night and picked him up. And here we are. He has more energy than I do,”

Azriel chuckled and nodded, “I can see that”.

They walked in silence for a while, the dog bouncing between them, his round head swinging from one to the other, looking at their reactions. 

“Do you want a meat pie?” 

That came out of nowhere, as usual. Azriel lifted a paper bag, his offer hanging in the air. 

“Yeah. Okay,” Elain agreed. 

Defensively, he added, “you know, I am not pressuring you. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it.”

He sounded almost angry, like he couldn’t believe that she’d eat with him. Or accept food from him.

“Why can’t I just want a meat pie?” Elain asked.

“Posh lasses like you don’t eat stuff like this,”

“You have the strangest notions, you know,” she shook her head. “As if you have any idea who I am or what I like. Give me the damn pie, I’ll buy us some tea and you’ll help me with a project,” she demanded impatiently.

“What fucking project?” he mumbled. 

Elain didn’t bother answering, as she stepped inside a cafe, leaving him and Pinky outside. Azriel stood there, meeting people’s curious gazes, though Pinky, being so extra with his scarf and puffer coat, seemed a lot more interesting to most passersby. While waiting, he pondered what the hell kind of a project Elain had for him. He didn’t expect to meet her like that, on the street, but now he was sort of glad that he did. If nothing else, Elain was mesmerizingly beautiful so it wasn’t exactly a hardship to walk with her. And when she wasn’t decked out in pearls and silk, she seemed kind of normal. A little funny. Irreverent. And she liked all the baby names that he had planned–which was a mad thing, because he sure didn’t plan on sharing that with her. With anyone! What normal man talks baby names with some girl he’d just met. But he also didn’t want her to share those names with any matches that she was going to set him up with. No. No. These were his names. And Elain was the only person in the world that he told them to, so now it was their names. He felt weirdly protective over the names, over this thing that now untied him and her. Gah. She was messing with his head. It was frustrating. 

“Don’t tell the baby names to anyone!” he snapped at her the moment she came out of the cafe holding two cups.

She gave him a look, judgy and disdainful, he was sure of it, but then simply said, ‘okay. I won’t.’

“I am not joking,” he warned, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I got it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Alright then,” he sighed. He tugged on the lead and Pinky finally moved his butt off the pavement. “Thanks for the tea,” Azriel said. 

“You really need to work on your manners,” Elain told him bluntly. 

He had to agree. He did.

“Probably. Sorry I was short with you.”

They headed towards her house and when they stood in front of it, Azriel noticed another blue plaque. It stated: Elain Archeron, a pioneer in women’s education and one of the leaders of the suffragette movement lived in this house.

“How would the feminist granny Archeron feel about you working as a matchmaker?” Azriel wondered out loud, while Elain unlocked the door to the coach house.

Pinky rushed inside, like he owned the place–which, Azriel, supposed he did. Elain removed her jacket and then waited for Azriel to do the same. She took it from him and hung it in the closet, and it didn’t escape him how her eyes skimmed over him.

He wore jeans and a simple grey henley today, but now that he thought about it, he figured that it probably accentuated his physique pretty well. He was very tall, wide-shouldered, with a lean, muscular torso, obviously extraordinarily fit, his legs long and clad in lean sinewy muscle which he developed after years of running. 

It’s not like he cared that she checked him out, but he wasn’t hating it either. Without thinking, he rolled up his sleeves, and the widening of Elain’s eyes and her pink tongue licking her lips was not something he could miss. There was no mistaking it this time. She was definitely checking him out. 

He folded his arms on his chest–did he flex a bit? Maybe–and then asked,

“What’s this project that you need done?”

She stared at him, at his forearms, the tattoos that covered them, the scars that marred his hands. 

“Uhh…what?” 

She was cute like this. Frazzled like. Not all proper and snobby, but all twitchy and red. He wanted to laugh. 

“The project?” he repeated, staring at her. 

“Oh, yeah,” she seemed to have remembered what she wanted from him, but when she turned around, she walked straight into the wall. Bounced back off of it and yelped ‘ow!’ 

“You okay there, matchmaker?” he teased, though he caught himself worried that she’d hurt her nose, because she was rubbing it aggressively.

“I am okay,” she said at last. “Come with me.”

He followed her silently, down a long corridor. Her office and the reception area were on the other side of the corridor, and he was kind of surprised when they ended up in a cosy little kitchen–guess that explained where she got the tea and the biscuits yesterday–and a tidy lounge. Though the only one lounging presently was Pinky, who was sprawled on his back, short little legs in the air, stretched upon a comfy looking pouffe. There was also a sofa and an armchair, and a wall mounted TV in the lounge. Elain clicked the remote and on came videos of dogs running around. The pug growled with approval, fully immersed in the programme, while Elain went to take off all his clothes. 

“He is a little fucking lord, isn’t he?” Azriel commented, watching her fuss over the dog.

“Mr. Night,” she told him primly, “you must cut down on the cursing! It’s rather unseemly,”

He scowled and reminded her, 

“I am a fucking footballer, baby. How do you think we talk? Also, maybe you should cut down on Mr. Night, yeah? I think we are past that.”

She straightened and glared at him, her soft little face full of stormy fury.

“Mr. Night. I am not your ‘baby’. Never forget that. You are my client. As such, you will be known as Mr. Night and you will give me the respect of calling me Ms. Archeron. Are we clear?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to maintain his composure. But at last, he snapped, ‘crystal’.

“Wonderful,” “But Cassian is Cassian, right?” he couldn’t help but challenge her. 

She huffed to herself, head shaking, her curls bouncing up and down her shoulders.

“Cassian is not my client.”

“And if I weren’t, you’d call me Azriel then?” 

“No, I wouldn’t. I simply don’t see under what circumstances we’d be acquainted…and what we’d have in common to ever cross paths…”

That actually fucking hurt.

Her words. The implication that he wasn’t good enough to be spending time in her company outside of this business arrangement. He wasn’t up to par to be in her circles, to even have as a friend.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” he muttered icily. “Because I am just some trashy footballer. As you said yesterday, I was sold by one team to another. That’s what footballers are–a commodity to be bought and sold, until they reach their expiration date. Wouldn’t think someone like you had any use for me. Where would we meet other than here, right?”

Her mouth popped open, while he sighed heavily.

He was feeling…dejected. Burdened. Like she tossed him aside, much like most people in his life did, and he didn't matter. But she was right, of course, he was her client. Nothing else. 

And he wasn’t going to give her his meat pie anymore. Forget it.

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” he decided. “I think that this is a mistake.”

Elain chewed on her lips, her big brown eyes watching him intently, like she was trying to read what’s on his mind and get inside his head.

“What I think is that you need to get out of your head,” she stated harshly.

He snorted, yet again amazed by the balls on his girl. She was certifiable.

“You have horrible self-esteem, which doesn’t bode well for anyone, especially for you and a future wife. You keep thinking that you are somehow defective. That you shouldn’t be here because…what? You don’t deserve happiness? Don’t deserve a good woman? Yeah, I gathered you had a shitty childhood, well, now you are a superstar. Put your big boy knickers on and act like it! You aren’t some little boy lost–you are Azriel Night, Arsenal’s Captain. 

“And don’t you dare dump your issues on me!” she finished. “Don’t construct some scenarios in your head like I am so posh, and you are so not, and as if there is some fantastic chasm of misunderstanding and cultural differences between us.

And finally, if you don’t have any sense of self-worth, then maybe you should be taken advantage of by some slag who’ll take you for everything you’ve got. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck you,” he tossed angrily.

“No. Fuck you!” she tossed right back.

“I am leaving!”

He turned around, while Pinky forgot about his entertainment and relaxation time, and now growled threateningly, because he raised his voice at his mum.

Azriel stomped down the corridor, fuming.

What a bitch. If she were a bloke, he’d beat the crap out of her. Her big mouth, her fucking attitude, her acting like she knew anything about him. Yeah, well. Maybe she was correct about most of what she said, but it wasn’t her business. He wasn’t her business. She couldn't even bring herself to call him by his damn name. Maybe he wanted to hear it on her lips, but she wouldn’t even give him that simple satisfaction. 

“You are not leaving,” he suddenly heard her behind him. Little claws clucked on the hardwood floor, and before he could stop, Pinky was throwing himself between him and the door, not allowing him to leave.

“You are not leaving,” she repeated sternly.

“What are you going to do? Stop me?” he chuckled bitterly, getting his jacket from the closet.

“No, but you’ll turn around, and you’ll help me with my project. And I will find you a wife, even if it kills me. Even if I know that it’s going to be painful and torturous. Even if I know that you’ll be fighting me every step of the way.”

“Why the hell do you want to do this?” he demanded, turning to face her.

“Because I don’t give up, Mr. Night. Think of me as a fanged beast–once I sink my claws into you, I don’t let go. And maybe,” she paused, almost panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing wildly, “maybe I believe in love!”

“What?” he stared at her, processing her stupid words, and failing to understand them.

“Yeah, maybe I want to see your happy end. Maybe I want to find you someone who is going to love you for who you are–despite your nasty cantankerous attitude, your potty mouth, you…your…” she was gasping with a mixture of anger and some unholy excitement. 

“My what?”

“I don’t know. You! Just you!” she cried out. “You are impossible and unpleasant, and you can’t communicate.”

“Of yeah, you are such a prize,”

“Be quiet! I’ve known you for two days and I am already exhausted. But I will bring this to its natural conclusion, and you will be walking down the aisle in six months! That I promise. And you will be in love.”

“God you make no sense,” he moaned.

“Maybe. But you  will be in love. And you will be loved. And that is my vow.”

He rubbed his face, shaking his head, while she stood in front of him, so much smaller than he, but packing so much rage and heat and passion…

He momentarily had a crazy thought of how much he’d want to feel that passion and heat. In bed, between the sheets. The two of them tangled together, sweaty, biting and scratching and…

Also, she looked really pretty when she was angry.

Aaaannnddd…he needed to stop this train of thought stat.

“Also, you are giving my dog whiplash!!” she growled at him.

He glanced at Pinky, who was positioned against the door like a giant loaf of bread. Apparently in an attempt to not let him leave the house.

“What?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t know if he should hate you or love you!” she even stomped her foot. “You are confusing him with your behaviour. And if you will continue doing that, he is going to bite you,”

“Yeah, I am not all that scared of a three-legged pug,” Azriel rolled his eyes.

She still fumed, muttering,

“You would be singing a different song if he bites you in the dick!”

“Whoa, he,”

“Yes!” she yelled. “That’s what he does. Once, this bloke got real handsy with me in the park, and Piglet jumped up and latched onto the bloke’s junk. And wouldn’t let go.”

Azriel suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

“Yes, yeah, keep laughing, until he bites you!”

“He bit some bloke’s junk?!” Azriel laughed like a maniac, snorting and huffing.

She crossed her arms on her chest.

“He did. And he wouldn’t let go. He just hung there, between the guy’s legs, holding his cock hostage in his teeth. Don’t think he wouldn’t do it to you if you keep being an arsehole and pissing me off!”

“Pinky, don’t you be biting my junk!” Azriel warned, shaking his finger at the dog. “We are mates!”

“And his name is not Pinky!!! And you aren’t mates.”

“We so are.”

Mutely, Azriel hung the jacket back in the closet and then asked,

“What do you need done, you matchmaker-from-hell?!”

She pursed her lips, and then turned on her heels and ordered, “Follow me!”

Oh how he wished he could spank this attitude out of her until her arse was nice and red. Instead, he asked, “who is the bloke who got handsy with you?”

She didn’t turn, but only shrugged.

“I don’t know. I was walking Piglet, and the bloke just wouldn’t leave me alone. It was a little scary.”

Azriel frowned at that. 

He didn’t like it. 

Didn’t like it one bit.

That some cunt was getting handsy with this impossible contrary girl didn’t sit right with him.

“Do you have CCTV in the house?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, and here too. But that was in the park,”

“I know. But I want to know that your house is secure. Do you have an alarm?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just answer the goddamn question!”

“Yeah, I have an alarm.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Not like what?” she finally glanced at him over her shoulder, as they made their way into the cellar.

“That you are here alone, with a three-legged pug as your only guard. And you have all kinds of shady characters coming and going from this place. How well do you even vet them?”

She gave him a very clear ‘pot/kettle’ look, but he ignored it. Of course she would.

“I vet them well enough. I have a taser too! And pepper spray.”

“Yeah, bring some pepper spray to a gun fight,” he grunted. 

“This is not America,” she reminded him. “I don’t think anyone is bringing a gun here.”

Azriel stopped in the middle of the cellar and gasped, “what is all this crap?”

“It’s pumpkins.”

No shit. She had four large cardboard boxes filled with various sized pumpkins. All kinds of decorations and lanterns and other Halloweeen-themed stuff in a bunch more boxes. 

“I need help with this,” she said softly, batting her eyelashes at him and biting her lower lip.

“Yeah, sweetheart, this shite don’t work on me,” he waved his hand dismissively at her. “I’ll help you with this, but not because you think your ridiculous, artless flirting is making any difference here.”

Her mouth dropped in a shocked O.

He smirked.

That’s right. Two can play this game.

[thegeminisage]

ok, it's star trek update time. tonight we watched ds9's "playing god" and tng's "eye of the beholder."

playing god (ds9):

i'm trying. SO SO SO HARD to get into dax and it's just not working

out of the 3 dax episodes we've had so far this one included two of them have been mid and one of them was just slightly better than average mostly for the questions it prompted in my mind palace, not necessarily the questions asked by the episode itself

in s1 dax had basically no personality, but in s2 when she does have a personality it seems to be a different one every time. like in one episode she was very prissy and in others she's just one of the guys! and then at other times she reverts to this very buttoned up bordering on bland science officer from s1 again

and then every once in awhile she'll be like oh yeah i LOVE sex i LOVE being a super hot woman who everyone wants to FUCK!!! i can get whatever i want with my SEX APPEAL even though my hair is WEIRDLY SHAPED. and look i am so happy for her and she should literally get some but it borders on the kind of misogyny that starts genuinely annoying me. it is kind of like that anime trope where the teen boy gets put into a body with tits and he can't stop messing with them. its like. idk reducing her to a body, or reducing her to jadzia's body, which dax is taking for a ride to feel hot and fuckable?? it's very blurry what's jadzia and what's dax

WHICH is the most fascinating part of dax, which is where the trill ends and the symbiant or however you spell it begins, but we don't get into that quite as much as i'd like

anyway i guess a shifting personality is a natural result of living 7 lifetimes but it doesnt FEEL like thats why theyre doing it, it FEELS like they just cant seem to keep her consistent

that said. while i did not like this episode or this little guy dax was showing around i DID like the implication that curzon was actually a huge fucking asshole. i love that he can be loved by many people but was still an asshole. it's complex. and now one of the people he abused (?) or at least was an asshole to is now. his successor. IT'S COMPLEX!!! what are he and jadzia to each other...imagine meeting curzon dax and then just becoming him. that's wild. so, points for that! genuinely. it just feels like the trill thing is fascinating because of trills and not because of jadzia dax in particular. i'm gonna keep trying to like her. maybe once she starts banging worf things will be different

eye of the beholder (tng):

ohhhh i hated this one so much (suicide cw for this one lol)

firstly, i don't trust tng to handle the subject of suicide any more than i trust them to handle multiple personalities, but they tried to very special episode it anyway. all of them were so shocked at the very THOUGHT of it i guess because they eliminated all mental illness in tos?? but it was so funny in the rage-inducing way like "maybe he needed to think of the obstacles in his life as challenges to overcome!" come on.

also lmao picard like ive never had to report a suicide before...........girl you have literally told 2 people to kill themselves

and then they dropped the very special episode plot halfway through for this psychic mystery...

here's the thing. if everyone had been searching for a REASON someone who seemed to be perfectly happy would do this, and in the end the answer was just "nothing was going on, he was just hiding a lot of pain, even if we don't want to believe that" that would have been a STELLAR gutpunch. but there literally was foul play involved

AND NOT ONLY THAT! BUT THEY FAKED ME OUT WITH WORF E DEANNA

my ONLY consolation was that they were finally kissing and then later fucking but NO!!!! all a dream

i was already conflicted because deanna e worf means a temporary breakup from deanna e riker but i wanted it anyway and i was so happy when they gave it to me and then they KILLED IT? maybe the actors hated it because it fucking sucked

like, no wonder everybody let deanna walk around unsupervised when there was a high suicide danger. she was dreaming. no one in real life would ever allow this

i wish also that creepy men would stop coming to deanna's quarters to be creepy to her

final note: was told the creepy man was in spn. clocked him as alistair almost immediately. faceblind WHO

TOMORROW: ds9's "prophet and loss" and tng's "genesis" (dread).

[copeon]

Thanks for the coffee Prissy.  I can’t believe you’re Mom’s live in sissy maid now.  I knew you were a little beta boy before I left for school, but I never would’ve dreamed this LOL..Have you really been locked in chastity for 2 years now??  OMG, you use to rub yourself constantly when were in school..yes I knew, I knew you stole my panties too..that’s what lead to this didn’t it?  Mom set a trap..LOL..that must be so frustrating for perv like you...I think you look cute though in your maid outfit..can’t wait to see the party maid dress Mom’s been talking about.  The sissy dribble party sounds fun tonight..can’t wait to see what that means...oh stop shaking it will be fun..Mom says you are just adorable during a sissy dribble session..go get my bath ready I’m meeting up with some the girls from school..do you want me to invite them to the little party??  Come on I think it will be fun..enough catching up though

LOL..love the curtsey.

[cinematicct]

The Notebook (2004)

Based on the best-selling novel by Nicholas Sparks, this romantic drama film stars Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams as poor country boy Noah Calhoun and wealthy city girl Allison “Allie" Hamilton, respectively, who meet and fall in love one summer in 1940s South Carolina.

The supporting cast includes: James Marsden as upper-class gentleman Lon Hammond, Jr., James Garner as a senior citizen named Duke, Gena Rowlands as a fellow nursing resident, Sam Shepard as Noah's widowed father Frank Calhoun and Joan Allen as Allie's prissy mother Anne Hamilton.

Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams convey a touching sense of charisma in a way that's become nothing but pure cinema magic. Ryan Gosling’s performance in this particular film has cemented his status as a Hollywood heartthrob, while Rachel McAdams’ appearance perfectly exemplifies a dainty Southern belle. What's more, the two leads even manage to really have a go at each since their characters would argue from time to time.

The story demonstrates the difference between the feeling of wanting to belong with someone and having to adhere to the strict expectations of Southern culture in the 20th century. Noah and Allie are two worlds apart, but together, they experience the joy and passion of a summer romance before they are swept away by the circumstances of war (World War II in that case) and social class differences. During that time, Noah wrote to Allie, only for her mother to intercept and hide the letters. To make matters even more complicated, Allie is engaged to Lon Hammond, Jr., whose family had come from old money. Meanwhile, Noah, upon returning home from his enlistment in the war, has spent most of his time renovating an abandoned (and recently purchased) plantation house he once dreamed of living in with Allie, hoping she might come back into his life.

The film divides the story into three segments: young love, rekindled love and committed love. The first segment depicts Noah and Allie’s first meeting and subsequent fling in their teens. The second segment features Noah and a newly engaged Allie reunited after several years in which they reminisce about their past. It is then afterwards that Allie is forced to decide whether to remain true to social norms or follow her heart. The third segment presents a nursing home in which the elderly man Duke reads the story of Noah and Allie’s love life from a notebook (which serves as the frame narrative of the film). At the same time, the tale is told to an elderly woman diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. By the end, a shocking yet bittersweet truth is revealed.

One memorable scene in the movie shows Noah and Allie kissing in the pouring rain following a romantic boat ride on the lake. It happens when they both come to realize the love they shared hasn’t gone away despite being kept apart.

The film’s soundtrack includes the popular 1930s song “I’ll Be Seeing You”. It is first heard when Noah and Allie share a slow dance in the middle of a quiet street late at night. It is heard a second time after Duke finishes recounting the story.

Finally, the message of the movie (and novel) is that despite the restrictions of society, love cannot be severed. All that said (and if you don’t mind a few tugs at the heartstrings), I sincerely recommend this moving film to every literature fan.

[herbrokenmelodies]

a more aesthetic header coming soon.

it's only business

💰use me and abuse my powers for a price | everything about this is cold. it is a simple transaction, again and again, your character needs a job done and the Siren Song can do it. There are no thank yous, just meets, instruct, enchant, pay and your character is on their way. the little that is shared, the little that anyone else can know.

💰barkeep lend me your ear | rough day? why not have a drink at the abyss? Himiko knows your drink and lends you an ear when needed or tells you a joke to make you laugh. With all the chaos in the world sometimes a drink can help out.

💰dj please don't stop the music. | [coming soon] [reserved]

💰let's talk business... | [coming soon ]

besties, brotps and important to me

✨ i'm only one call away | it's 3am and you need a friend. Himiko is more than likely awake. Even if she can't talk. She'll listen. Anytime that you need a friend. ✨ won't let go of you for nothing|childhood friends | it's been a while. sure you don't as much as you use to, doesn't mean that the friendship just disappears. always there for each other no matter what.

✨ money, money, money | you are a friend, money isn't an issue for himiko. you are besties after all. let her spoil you. but is that really friendship? is it using her and just tolerating her? or could this actually be a real friendship

✨ shots, shots, shots, | drinking buddies? even if your character just chugs down water.

✨ MORE COMING SOON! GIVING ME BESTIE VIBES

lovers, exes and messes

❤️‍🩹 but i bought you flowers; and you let them die | character wanted something serious, from a girl who was never serious to settle down. it can only end in heartache and lonely paths.

❤️‍🩹  i want you as a dream: not the reality | friends with benefits | between the sheets is the only language they speak. there is no longer, just lust and longing. the moment one of them tries to be tender, it out of the sheets and moments of silence until needed again.

❤️‍🩹  ooh there is a stranger in my bed | one night stand?

❤️‍🩹 | MORE TO COME

bad blood and no love

⚠️  banned from the club | for some mission or reason, you messed up Abyss, and your character is not footing the bill for the prissy Himiko. Each time you talk it is always bought up, bitterness and sarcasm.

⚠️  more to come!

mundane, mishaps and misadventures

⚡️  crying in the club hey, hey, hey | queue crying in the club, maybe in toilets, outside smoking, one character emotionally over baring, something serious, something mundane, sharing with a drunk stranger. just met at a low and had the deepest conversation with a stranger and maybe something more grows here.

⚡️ And that is how me and Wongers became besties | basically this scenes from she-hulk [x] just Himiko and character who are chilling and vibing away from the madness . an unlikely pairing but just get each other.

⚡️ Madam....this is a wendies... | Himiko is a bit of party girl and sometimes it gets a little out of hand and she wakes up places that she shouldn't. Queue how they met, was it annoying? Was it something instagramable? Was it a worry? A new friendship? You tell me!

[dreamgrlarchive]

how do you stay motivated to get cute everyday? I feel like I have to wake up early to put more effort into my looks but I hate waking up early lo. Any tips?

i basically know that i feel my best with certain things done to a certain level of detail. that’s my motivation: “i’m the best when i look my best”. what do you hate more? waking up early or looking bad? something to think about.

i suggest you:

engage in a longer more detailed night routine if you know you won’t wanna get up earlier

keep your brows shaped and lip waxed

prioritize mascara and lip balm/gloss

get a signature jewelry set that you never take off, this is actually perfect for the low maintenance girls

stay groomed and on top of your hygiene

[misguided-madness]

As somebody who grew up in Southern California, one of my favorite places in the world is Disneyland, the original park that Walt built. When I was young, I wanted to be an animator and work for Disney. As the crazy kid that was in advanced placement art all through junior high and high school taking college level art classes and such, It was one of my dreams. I was also one of those kids that believed in the magic of Disney and in fairy tales. Something that every Child that falls in love with Disney gets to experience, but as an LGBT kid I didn’t get those reflections in those Disney movies or even in society until recent years. LGBT characters have not been so main stream. Yes, we’ve come a long way since then, and I am a believer that change does come sometimes slow, but that’s how you change hearts as an advocate and activist for the LGBT community for all of my life and running an LGBT organization for 20 years, I’ve learned it takes one heart at a time I can remember moments when I saw the fairytales reflected with me as a reflection they were little tiny things you know the way Jafar from Aladdin seems way too gay and too obsessed with Aladdin I’m just saying, Captain Hook, or how Clocksworth was such a prissy little queen and Lefou was clearly obsessed with Gaston! Heck to this day, I still think Maleficent might a lesbian and all those princes, well little girls were not the only ones crushing on them! Although Disney didn’t directly have the characters in films that reflected me completely. They did reflect the stories of people that were different and how different was good, I mean the first time I was a little boy about three or four years old I remember meeting Mickey for the first time, Mickey hugged me just like every other kid. I’m proud to be different and part of LGBT community, I even still believe in fairytales , even through my current frustrating and sad ending of my long marriage. I know my story is is not over, there’s a happy ending for me, it hasn’t turned me away from being proud or wanting the the prince that loves me and is out there waiting for me. My fairytale isn’t over, I just meet the wrong prince. Ok you get what I’m saying. So, this past June Disney had the first ever official pride night at Disneyland, there have been pride events in the past at Disneyland, but they were not sponsored directly from Disney. I’ve been to a couple of those. But this magical night was the official endorsement of sorts that everybody deserves that Disney fairytale. There was lots of coverage, boycotts, and such and don’t get me started on everything that’s going on in Florida and Disney World. I’m just talking about Disneyland. I watched lots of videos about this special night at Disneyland and secretly would’ve loved to have been there. It just seemed so magical. Well this year being it’s 100th anniversary I wanted to visit the park doesn’t look as though I’ll be able to do that part. I find myself watching some great videos on YouTube, which brings me to my point. The video that I have attached to this post. It’s truly the most beautiful coverage of this event. It’s about 15 minutes long. You should definitely watch it. It warmed my heart in a way that wasn’t because of its content but because of the message that they provided in their coverage, how can anyone hate love, we are so divided in this world right now. It’s heartbreaking, It was nice to see something that showed that as I’ve always said, we are no different we all bleed the same. We all love the same, we all want the same things, we all are living our own fairytales, and we all want our prince or princess, our heroes, our villains or our magical friends. You know that happy ending! So take few minutes, watch it, I guarantee you it’ll warm your heart as it did mine, after you watch it I’d love to hear your comments, and let’s not get political or mean, just live your fairytale, tell me that special, Disney magic or Disney moment that you cherish in your heart, I’d love to read it!

[littlehen]

Top 5 books from your childhood/ adolescence, for the ask game

Here are some of my favourites from when I was a child.

The Suitcase Kid by Jacqueline Wilson: X - Andy’s parents get divorced and she ends up living half the time with her mum's new family and half with her dad's. I didn't read many Jacqueline Wilson stories when I was a kid and from what I've heard, this is one of the less sad ones. Still a lot of relatable childhood emotional upheaval, with convincing characters and a neat conclusion. Andy always carries a toy rabbit with her, and when Radish goes missing, the bottom falls out of Andy’s world for a while, which I could fully understand. I had it on audiobook read beautifully by Lesley Dunlop.

The Queen's Nose by Dick King-Smith: X - Harmony’s uncle gives her a 50p piece that grants wishes. He sets her a treasure hunt/quiz to figure out how the magic works (spoiler: you rub the queen's nose). The 50p described was an old 1973 coin with nine interlinked hands, which represented the nine countries of the EEC. There were still some of these knocking around when I was little so whenever I got one, I tried rubbing it but I never found one that granted wishes. Our heroine loves animals and can't really relate to people until she's decided what animal they would be, which was a really fun aspect of this one.

Pongwiffy: A Witch of Dirty Habits by Kaye Umansky: X - Pongwiffy is a funny, filthy witch who lives on a rubbish dump. Her familiar is a badly-behaved thug of a hamster. She has a prissy best friend who despairs of her stinky ways. Just good fun, anarchic stories about naughty witches, which probably set me up to fall for the Msses Weatherwax and Ogg a bit later. A few years ago I met Kaye Umansky at a book festival and I was so awed to meet the creator of Pongwiffy. She was very gracious.

The Bear Nobody Wanted by Janet and Allan Ahlberg: X - A teddy bear learns to be happy when he gets over his own pride. This was a charming story set during WW2. The book tells us that toys get their personalities from their outward appearance. (In retrospect this is a bit problematic, but go with it.) This bear comes off the factory line with a slightly supercilious expression, making him not quite loveable, so he gets thrown in the reject bin. He goes through a series of adventures and owners. The more bashed about he becomes, the more his nature softens. Finally after being gnawed by a dog, strapped to the front of a dustcart, bombed in the Blitz, and repaired by a kind lady in a toy hospital – he ends up with a kind expression, a kinder heart, and a home to call his own.

Charlotte Sometimes by Penelope Farmer: X - On her first night in boarding school, Charlotte goes to sleep and wakes up 40 years earlier in 1918, and finds everyone is calling her Clare. Meanwhile, Clare has woken up in Charlotte's time. Charlotte and Clare spend alternating nights in each other's lives, until one night Charlotte gets trapped in 1918 and then spends several weeks there with Clare's little sister, the only one to know her secret. Can the girls get back to their own times? This is a genuinely haunting book that poses sophisticated questions about identity, dreams and memory. Charlotte even starts to doubt herself and forget who she really is. I recently read this as an adult and I enjoyed it so much. In the same vein of 'child slips through time during the night' as the more famous Tom's Midnight Garden and Stig of the Dump. (Fun fact, The Cure wrote a gloomy song inspired by this book.)

ALSO: I'd recommend Bookworm by Lucy Mangan: X for a lovely and funny memoir of childhood reading.

[clitsuckerer]

having sex with dilf!dream in his driveway- apple of my eye drabble

dilf!dreamwastaken x fem!reader

WARNINGS- smut, infidelity, very small, not a part two for apple of my eye just a lil drabble in that au.

WORDS- 802

masterlist, apple of my eye

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you should have known that this is how it would end, with you straddling dream in the driver's seat of his fancy new mercedes bouncing on his cock like you had something to prove. dream had been texting you all day, cute messages about how he missed you and wanted to be with you slowly turning more heated as the day progressed until he was sending them through every minute, all of them about how much he wanted you, about how hard the thought of your sweet body had made him while he was in an important meeting. dream was more than happy with the outcome, all he could do was lean his head back and watch happily as your tits bounced freely, the expensive but barely there top he had bought you pulled up over the perky mounds and tucked under your chin. in his haze he could see the brightly lit house behind your figure, as well as the faint shadow of his wife walking around the home as your girlish moans and the wet sound of his cock entering your soaked pussy filled the small space. it had a grunt escaping him, hips moving up lightly to aid you in your bouncing.

“what if someone saw you riding a married man's dick baby girl, right in front of his house too. god, they would see you for the needy little cock slut that you are, huh?” dream grunted out, the thought of one of the prissy neighbours seeing you ride his cock so desperately and expertly, just like he had taught you, drove him insane. maybe they would gossip and word would get back to his wife, drive her absolutely crazy but she wouldn’t do anything about it. they would definitely be able to tell what was happening in the car without actually seeing the two of you with the way the car was rocking, not to mention the fogged windows and more than obvious noises emanating from it.

“you’d like that, wouldn't you? know you would baby, can show them how good you are for me, show them that you’re mine,” his words were punctuated by a couple sharp and hard thrusts up into you, his big hands grabbing hold of your hips to keep your body still so he could piston his cock into you from below. 

“mhmm, yes s-sir! wan’ them to see how g-good i am for you!” you squealed out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and dropping your head down so your face was buried in his neck as he fucked you hard. dreams hands tightened when your breathy moans and cute squeals vibrated against his neck, your noises had an immense effect on him. they were basically like fuel to him, every little whine and moan driving him to fuck you faster and harder until your screams drowned out the sound of your skin clapping against his firm thighs.

a tug to your hair eventually pulled you from your little hide away, forced to lean back against the hard steering wheel and take the bruising pace that was repeatedly pushing your back into it. dream had a fascination with seeing your face while he fucked you, he wanted to see every little cute expression you did while he destroyed you for anybody else, every nose scrunch and lip bite, every expression of pleasure that your pretty face pulled and every expression of love that crossed your face; he had to see it. and now was certainly no exception.

his thumb entered your open mouth, hooking into your cheek and pulling you so you were looking at him with your lust blown eyes and flushed cheeks. he was oozing barely controlled desire, right on the verge of snapping and fucking you like he truly wanted to but held back by the homes that housed your families behind you and you felt bad, you really did. having to hold himself back after craving you all day, you wanted to help him out the best you could so you braced yourself back on his thighs, his hard thrusts still piercing into you though you persisted through it, your hips held in a tight grip by him you started to move along with his pace as best as you could.

dream let you take control, your tits bouncing deliciously in front of him as you started to ride him hard, small hands gripping his firm thighs from behind and head thrown back in pleasure; you looked like his very own angel turned bad. dream was completely infatuated, dark eyes admiring the view of your tight pussy taking his cock into you over and over again, leaving your juices coating him and turning him into a pussy drunk fool. fuck, the things you did to him.

A/N- heyo um the ending is bad and this is smol, roast me pls i deserve it.  

[irishprincess89]

LEAVING ( CAPTAIN SYVERSON)

JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD, HOPE YOU ENJOY.

CAPTAIN SYVERSON X Y/N

WARNINGS; NONE JUST SOME ANGST.

WORD COUNT:: 2881

ALL MISTAKES ARE MY OWN.

,MIGHT DO A PART 2 IF ENOUGH INTEREST.

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Standing outside the grimy rundown bar, the blinking neon lights capturing your teary gaze, distracting you from the man who stood but 2 feet in front of your trembling body, your mind trying to digest the words he spoke just mere moments ago.

You were out celebrating the end of your first year at college with your group of friends when your best friend Sy had pulled you outside to talk, the music and chatter inside the bar making it difficult for you to hear him, you were confused as to why he wanted to speak to you alone, you never had secrets among your group so him not wanting to say what he needed in front of the others left you stumped, but nothing could have prepared you for what left his lips.

Feeling his fingers lightly graze your shoulder snapping you back to reality, tearing your eyes away from the lights you look up to meet his steel blues, tears burning in your own eyes, how could he do this to you.

‘’Say something Y/N, please’’ his voice shaky as he pleaded with you,

You continued to just stare at his face, taking in his every feature, his sharp jawline to the dimple on his chin that you liked to poke whenever you both where messing about, then to his chocolate curls laying messily upon his head, god how many times have you fantasized about running your fingers through those luscious locks, wondering how soft the would feel under your fingertips, not forgetting his plump pink lips with the cute little freckle on his lower lip, how you imagined the softness of those lips smothering your own as he kissed your breath away, but those where only hopes and dreams, he was your best friend nothing more, no matter how much you wished for him to be more, he would never see you as more than just his best friend, the girl who he had known since diapers, that rolled around in the mud on his parents farm, you where basically one of the guys, not some prissy stuckup girl afraid to get dirty or break a nail, the usual girls he seemed to always capture his attention.

You didn’t notice the raindrops starting to surround you both as you stood like a statue in front of him, trying to process his words, ‘’leaving’’ the only word that kept repeating inside your mind, he’s leaving, but not just leaving your hometown, he’s leaving the country, going halfway across the world, thousands of miles away from you.

‘’I can’t do this Sy, I gotta go’’ turning away from his frame as the tears started to flow down your cheeks, you ran across the street ignoring the shouts from Sy, you needed to be as far away from him as possible at this moment, you didn’t want him to see your tears as your heart was breaking into a million pieces, this was not how you saw tonight going, it was supposed to be a night to let free with your friends, enjoy the freedom of no lectures or homework for the next couple of months, the start of a wonderful summer, but all that’s down the drain now, with one little sentence your whole world had collapsed.

Pulling the door open of the parked cab you jump in and slammed the door closed before telling the driver your address, you take one last look out the window toward the man who just broke you, his body slumped over as he watched you drive away, the sight causing the tears to flow harder.

Sy had dreaded tonight, from the moment he woke up he had a heavy feeling weighing on his heart, he needed to tell her, he couldn’t hold it in any longer, it had been hell the past couple weeks since he got his letter, but he couldn’t put it off any longer, he would be leaving in a weeks time.

He always knew that college wasn’t for him, but he gave it a try, he remembers the day you got your exception letter, you were so excited that you had rushed straight over to his parent’s house, letter flying about in your hand, hair going in every direction, your short PJs clinging to your body, even in your disheveled state Sy had never seen a more beautiful sight, how he wished he could just grab you close to his body and kiss you until he couldn’t breathe, to feel your soft curves molding with his own body, but he would never speak his thoughts out loud, you where his best friend, he didn’t want to lose you if he was to confess his love to you, he would ruin a lifetime of your friendship for some silly feelings. 

He had arrived at the bar a bit earlier than his friends, taking a gulp of his drink emptying the contents of the glass, he signals for the bartender for another, needing to build up some courage before he dropped the news on you, he was on his 3rd drink of the night when everyone started to show up, his gaze stopping on you as you walking into the bar laughing at something one of the girls said, he couldn’t help staring at the way your whole face lite up as the sweet sound of your laughter could be heard even from where he was sat at the bar, he watched as you all sat around a table a bit further back in the bar before downing his drink before making his way over to your group.

The night seemed to roll by agonizingly slow for Sy, he watched as you seemed to be enjoying yourself with your friends, he knew that he needed to tell you soon, he couldn’t take the feeling eating him up inside for much longer, but he felt guilty, he didn’t want to ruin your night but he would be leaving soon he couldn’t put it off any longer.

Leaning over the table closer to you, his lips almost brushing your ear as he requests you to step outside with him, pulling back as you look at him with confusion writing on your face before you nod at him, stepping up from the table as you followed him outside.

The night air was crisp as he stepped outside, holding the door open as you made your way past him, he felt nervous now that he had you alone, the words he had been practicing all drifted from his head, his mind going blank now that it was time to tell you.

‘’What’s up Sy? you’ve been quiet all night, are you ok?’’ the question snapping him back to you,

Its now or never Sy, he told himself, before taking one last look at the beautiful smile on your face, the smile he was about to wipe away any moment now,

‘’I’m leaving for Houston in a week for military training, then deployment in Baghdad’’ he spluttered out, he hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, he wanted to ease into but the moment his lips parted it was like word vomit spewing out, he couldn’t stop it, his heart was racing waiting to see your reaction, your face was blank no emotions giving way as to what you were thinking, at that moment he really wished he could read minds just so he could see what was going on inside that head of yours, 

‘’Say something Y/n, please’’ his voice laced with emotion when what felt like hours but was only a couple of minutes passed without a response from you, he started to panic, would you hate him, has he ruined your friendship, he wanted you to speak to him, shout, scream, anything but the silence you where giving him,

‘’I can’t do this Sy, I gotta go’’ he watched as you turned on your heal and ran from him across the street towards a cab before jumping in and taking off, he watched as the car took you out of sight, his shoulders slumped, a pain aching in his heart, he hadn’t expected that sort of reaction, he taught you would be upset yes but not that you would run, he didn’t know what to do, he wanted to talk about it, he didn’t want to leave without talking to you, without saying goodbye, but he knew you needed time, it must have been a shock, the news coming out of the blue.

You hadn’t left the confines of your room since Sy had dropped the news on you Friday night, as soon as you got home that evening you ran to your room and threw yourself onto the bed, the tears wouldn’t stop, you couldn’t breathe, it all felt like a dream, well more like a nightmare, how could he leave you, did he not care about you, even if it was just as a friend, its always been you and Sy, nothing would tear you apart, or so you taught.

Now he was going halfway across the world, somewhere dangerous, somewhere you wouldn’t be able to be with him when you needed him.

Your phone vibrated against the wood of your bedside table, you had turned the sound off after 2 days of constant ringing from both Sy and your friends, you didn’t feel up to speaking to them right now, the news of Sy leaving still felt too raw.

Sy had left you voicemails after voicemails, begging you to call him, he needed to explain things, he didn’t want to leave things the way they were before he left, but you just couldn’t face him or speak to him without breaking down.

It was late Thursday night when there was a knock on your door, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders you made your way to the door, looking through the peephole see some of your girlfriends standing outside, opening the door the push past you into the living room, one holding up a bag of takeout while the other holds up some wine,

‘’We think you need a girl’s night, some cheering up’’ your friend says as she makes her way into the kitchen in search of a bottle opener for the wine.

With the food gone and almost an empty bottle of wine shared between you, the girls bring up the topic of Sy, they had been in contact with him and though they were sad for you they knew you needed to stop ignoring him and call him, they wanted you to tell him how you feel claiming he felt the same, that both of you were just so blind to each others love.

You sat among the girls as they laughed and chatted trying to cheer you up, but you were lost in your own thoughts, could they be right, did Sy love you back, but if he did why hasn’t he ever said anything or hinted that he had some sort of feeling towards you, they must be mistaking there’s no way he does, he just sees you as his best friend, he loves you like a friend.

It was almost midnight when the girls had left leaving you to your own misery once again, Sy would be leaving tomorrow, everyone was going to the airport to see him off, they begged you to come, that you would regret it if you didn’t, but could you really see the man that held your heart walk away from you, not knowing when or if you would see him again.

You decided not to think about it tonight and just sleep on the idea, you would make up your mind in the morning.

waking the next morning, you had decided you couldn’t let Sy leave without knowing how you felt, even if it meant he didn’t feel the same, but you knew that if you didn’t tell him you would regret it for the rest of your life, he needed to understand why you were so upset that he was leaving, so you sat down at your kitchen table, a pen in hand, as you wrote down everything you felt for your best friend.

Sy.

Let me start off by saying sorry,

Sorry for running away from you,

Sorry for not calling,

And sorry for leaving it so late to tell you this,

I’m just gonna come out and say it, I love you Sy, and not just as my best friend,

I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember,

I love how you make me feel safe,

How no matter how shitty I feel, you can always make me feel better,

I love how kind you are, 

I love how your eyes sparkle when your happy, and how when you smile the cute little dimple that pokes out on your one cheek, 

I love that your so honest with me, even if it’s not something I will like,

I love the feeling I get when I’m with you like there are thousands of butterflies dancing in my stomach, how you make me feel protected and safe,

But most of all Sy I just love you.

I know it’s shitty timing, and that you may not feel the same, but I just couldn’t live my life without you knowing how I really felt about you.

I’ll be here waiting for you to return, as my best friend or if you decide maybe more, until then, please keep safe and know that I’m so proud of you no matter what,

Love always 

Y/N

xxx

You felt nauseous as you stepped through the doors of the airport, in just a few moments you would be face to face with Sy for the first time since you had left him standing outside the bar in the pouring rain, you didn’t know how he would feel seeing you after his countless failed attempts at contacting you, but you needed to see him, to give him the envelope that is burning a hole in your bag.

You spot your group of friends just up ahead, taking a shaky breath you urge your feet to move in their direction, the closer you get the more your heart starts to pound in your chest.

‘’Hi guys’’ your voice comes out in a whisper, too afraid to speak any louder, everyone turns in your direction, but the only face your eyes can meet is Sys, you’re unable to read the expression on his face, ‘’you made it’’ he says still looking at you with a blank face, your stomach drops, he’s mad at me, I shouldn’t have come it was a mistake, you think to yourself, just as you go to turn around and head back from where you came one of your friends grabs your hand, ‘’we’ll leave you two to talk while we get something in the coffee shop’’ she gives the rest of the group a look and they take her lead and leave you both standing alone in awkward silence.

‘’Glad ya came’’ Sy mutters without looking at you, his head pointing down towards his feet,

God, why is this so awkward, we’ve never been like this, like strangers, I’ve ruined everything between us, you think about the letter again wondering if it’s a good idea to give it to him now, maybe I should just let him go, but I can’t I need him even if it’s only as a friend, I can’t live without him in my life, it would be like part of myself is missing if I didn’t have him.

‘’I’m sorry for running, and for not calling’’ still staring at the top of his head hoping he will look at you, and he does his head snaps up at your apology,

 ‘’no, Y/N you got nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who sorry, I should have told you sooner, but I was so scared to lose you’’ he reaches out his arm, his fingers taking hold of your hand, pulling you towards his body so he could wrap you in a warm hug, the feeling of his chest pressed hard against your own sends a warm familiar feeling shooting through your body, your gonna miss his hugs, how his large body wraps around your whole body, keeping you safe. 

Pulling back you take the envelope out of your purse, ‘’I’ve been thinking about what to say all night, and I just couldn’t seem to find the right way to say what I’m feeling, so I wrote them down, but please wait until I’m gone to read it’’ you hand him the letter watching as his large fingers slid across the cream-colored paper, holding your deepest feelings in his palm.

Nodding he puts the item in his pocket, just as the rest of the gang arrive back, you all chat for a couple of minutes before the lady comes over the intercom announcing Sys flight for departure.

With one last round of hugs, you squeeze Sy a little tighter before he makes his way towards his boarding gate, looking back one more time giving you one of his dimpled smiles before he disappears down the gate taking your heart along with him.

[tenderlove]

PLOTTING  CALL    ♡    i’m  in  desperate  need  of  more  plots,  so  under  the  read  more  you’ll  find  some  ideas  that  i  had.  feel  free  to  go  through  my  muses  and  ask  for  those  you  liked  specifically.  i’m  open  to  all  kinds  of  pairings  and  most  plots!  i’m  looking  for  plots  that  i  can  develop  on  the  long  run  that  will  hopefully  turn  my  muses  into  singleship,  so  keep  that  in  mind  please!     like  this  and  i’ll  go  to  you !

(   ♡   )  “ right  person,  wrong  time. ”  they’ve  tried  to  be  together  during  different  times  of  their  lives  and  i  would  love  to  develop  this!  childhood  bestfriends,  first  crushes,  first  love,  relationships...  for  some  reason,  it  never  seems  to  work  out.  now,  they  meet  again  in  their  late  20s  and  are  still  willing  to  try.    (  i  would  love  to  use  my  muse  nari  for  this  )

(   ♡   )  muses  could  be  best  friends  or  in  a  relationship  when  something  happens  that  completely  breaks  one  of  them.  they  change  into  a  completely  different  person  and  finds  itself  alone,  struggling  with  their  own  emotions  and  demons.  amidst  this  all,  the  other  muse  is  still  there,  trying  to  helo.  this  has  room  for  a  lot  of  angst!    (  i  would  love  to  use  my  muse  taemin  for  this  )

(   ♡   )  something  where  one  muse  knows  their  significant  other  isn’t  worth  of  her  love  and  affection,  but  how  she  still  wants  to  give  it  to  them.  just  pure  angst  and  a  little  disfunctional  with  lots  of  room  for  painful  development  :)

(   ♡   )   something  surrounding  a  couple  of  musicians!  it  could  from  rival  gangs,  that  were  in  the  same  band  but  distanced  themselves,  a  rock  musician  with  a  classical  player...  any  troupe  would  work!  maybe  they’ve  been  together  and  shared  big  dreams  surrounding  music,  but  only  one  of  them  succeeded  in  it,  or  the  paths  they  took  were  too  different  and  that  drifted  them  apart!

(   ♡   )   both  muses  never  really  thought  about  love  until  it  hit  them  like  a  truck.  after  one  hook  up  they’re  completely  drawn  to  each  other  and  it’s  intense  and  consuming.  the  thing  is,  a  world  stand  between  them.  both  are  not  ready  for  love,  they  barely  know  each  other  and  it’s  just  complicated!    (  i  would  love  to  use  my  muse  songyi  for  this  )

(   ♡   )   best  friends  to  lovers!  each  other’s  first  love!  to  add  a  twist,  they’re  best  friends  that  never  kissed  or  had  sex  so  they  decided  to  be  each  other’s  first  time  to  get  it  out  of  the  way,  but  they  end  up  liking  it  too  much.  now,  they  stuff  their  faces  with  alcohol  at  parties  for  an  excuse  to  get  together  cause  they’re  unaware  of  the  other’s  feelings  and  don’t  wanna  ruin  things.  bonus  if  they’re  only  pretending  to  be  drunk.

(   ♡   )   unrequired  love!  muse  a  is  actually  the  crush  of  muse  b’s  friend,  and  muse  b  is  only  aware  of  it  later.  now  he  have  to  endure  group  moments  where  they  know  nothing  will  ever  happen  because  of  their  friend.  either  way,  muse  b  is  more  in  love  as  the  time  passes.  thrown  at  each  other  by  chance  in  multiple  occasions  until  muse  a  starts  to  feel  the  same!    ( my  muse  yoonji  would  be  very  interesting  for  this )

(   ♡   )   can someone pls give me a plot w a super prissy city upper class girl who’s on vacation in a beach town somewhere and ugh it’s just the worst for her bc what the heck is that sand in my .. oh god, yes it is..i hate sand. and then hey here’s this beach bum kind of boy, who’s spend his life on the beach. basically could surf before he could walk and ay babe, ’s just a bit of sand u gotta relax and there’s so much more i could write to go into this, i have a whole idea but i’m going to stop before this gets way too long but yes pls give me something like this    ( i  would  love  to  use  my  muse  aejeong  for  this )

(   ♡   )   LONG  DISTANCE  RELATIONSHIP!  they  could’ve  met  online,  be  pen  pals,  friends  that  moved  away  from  each  other,  anything  would  work!  we  can  write  them  during  different  stages  of  life  dealing  with  the  challanges  of  dating  someone  that  lives  far  away!  the  initial  thrill,  the  fear,  insecuries,  doing  everything  to  see  them,  not  putting  much  effort  anymore,  getting  too  busy...

(   ♡   )   amnesia  plot!  c’mon,  this  is  a  classic.  they  could’ve  been  in  a  long  relationship  or  a  new  one.  either  way,  one  of  them  loses  their  memory  and  they  just  have  to  deal  with  it!

(   ♡   )   best  friends  that  are  just  painfully  unaware  of  their  love  for  each  other.  ithe  friendship  started  many  years  ago  and  they  went  through  a  lot  but  none  of  them  was  willing  to  recognize  the  feelings  they  had  for  each  other  until  it’s  too  much  to  deny!    ( i  wanna  use  yura  for  this! )

[omnivorousshipper]

soulmate au

nickname that the soulmate is gonna call you

aka Deckard spending most of his life dreaming of the person who’s gonna call him princess but when he figures out who it is (Hobbs) he’s like “of all the bastards in the world” and he tries to deny it but come on YOU CANT

spare the serotonin my good friend

Some serotonin you shall receive, my wondrous friend

~~~

Laying in his bed, Deckard held his wrist above his head and stared at the cursive word written there

Princess

It's said that the name your soulmate called you by the most was written on your wrist. Some people got their names, other got normal nicknames or pet names, and if your luck was bad and your soulmate was a bastard, it was a curse word

But Deckard had gotten one that was both normal and uncommon

Many girls in his school had "princess" or other cutesy names, but he had never seen one on a boy. Some of his mates laughed at him and said his soulmate would whip him in shape

But. Deckard didn't care about what they said

Rolling onto his side, the teenager laid his arm in front of his face, still staring at the word

He secretly wished to meet the person who would call him "princess". Maybe they would also call him beautiful or pretty

---

Walking into the glass meeting room, Deckard firmly didn't look at the crew as he walked past them. He could care less about the glares they were sending him

Stepping up next to Mr. Nobody, Deckard sneered as Luke Hobbs jumped to his feet. The man came storming up to him and towered over Deckard, blowing air out of his nose like the ugly bull he was

"You have another thing coming to you, Nobody, if you think I'll work with this prick!" Hobbs growled, never taking his eyes off Deckard

"Yeah, well. I doubt you could keep up, jolly green." Deckard snipped back

"What, scared of losing the asshole of the year award, princess?" Hobbs snapped

Deckard blinked

What did Hobbs just call him?

Before Deckard had time to process what was going on, Mr. Nobody was stepping up between them and talking

And that's when everything blew up

---

Deckard frowned as he leaned against the elevator wall as he felt it lurch upwards. Sighing, he looked down at the burbling baby smiling up at him

"He's not really my soulmate, is he?" Deckard whispered down at Baby Brian

The baby gurgled in response and Madd grabby hands towards him

Chuckling, Deckard shook his head

"Don't worry, governor, we'll get you to your da soon."

Finally, the doors opened and Deckard stepped out onto the roof

Handing off Baby Brian, Deckard left Dom to introduce his son to everyone. Instead, he was more interested in Hobbs, who was standing on the other side of the roof

Walking towards him, Deckard's knees almost buckled as he saw the marvelous smile the larger man sent him

"Glad to see you're still alive and kicking, Shaw." Luke greeted him and clapped a hand on his shoulder

"You'll have to better than that to kill me, love." Deckard smirked back. But quickly frowned at the strange express on Luke's face

"What'd you call me?" Luke whispered

Clearing his throat, Deckard felt his cheeks flush

"Sorry, just slipped out-"

"You sure?"

Luke lifted his arm and showed the word written on his wrist

Love

Deckard stared at the dark letters against tan skin. Eyes flicking up to Luke's, Deckard rolled his sleeve down and brought it up so Luke could see

Luke smiled and shook his head

"I should have known I would have gotten a prissy asshole as my soulmate."

Deckard rolled his eyes, but didn't hesitate to pull Luke in for a much welcomed kiss

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!