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So, because this blog is a royal mess atm and it’s been causing me major anxiety, I’ve decided to move to a whole new blog. I’m keeping my muses and my threads though, so click right here and you’ll be redirected to it!

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--- Atlas Cicero:

He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding at the nod of her head. He stepped back further to let her pass in, eyes darting from her face to beyond her to make sure that there was no one in the hallway that shouldn’t be. Just as a precaution. Nothing should get past his men and if they did, he would be notified of it anyway. He just couldn’t help being extra cautious with his girl. Well no, not his girl anymore, he corrected as his eyes fell to her back. Not his girl, but not by his choice. The familiar what-ifs about their past heavy on his mind whenever they were together. “Yeah, actually. The leader of the council’s body was found decapitated today. He was a shifter for peace and it caused a shit storm apparently. The shifters are on edge, running patrols and are tightening up ranks.” He explained as he met her eyes, jarred at the sight of the tears in her eyes. He stepped forward, letting the door shut behind him as he reached out for her, hand moving to touch her arm, unable to help himself. “Tessa, what’s wrong?” he asked, brow furrowed in concern as he stood close before her. He knew her tears, knew that they were flowing when he saw her last, when he spent time with her last, years and years ago. His girl, his sad, angry girl. He didn’t want to see her cry again but it seemed that even now she was crying and he knew it probably wasn’t out of the fear of what was going on outside. It was because of him, probably. Of their past. And he would do anything to help her, if he could. He loved her, that didn’t change despite the years and experiences and bodies between them. “What can I do?”

Their history weighed heavy on her, how in her grief, Tessa had chosen to turn her back and abandon him. It wasn’t for lack of trying on his part, but back then the damaged had been too deep, her fear of losing him, of watching him get hurt, was too profound. It scared her away. She was hurting and she was angry, and not even Atlas could have saved her then. But looking at his face now, Tessa regretted it. Mostly, she regretted how she’d never made an effort to go back, how she simply turned and left. Her feelings hadn’t diminished, not even one bit, that much was clear by the familiar ache in her chest, and the dread which filled her heart at the thought of finding him injured – or worse, dead. She didn’t flinch when he touched her this time, though his proximity was almost painful. Ducking her head to hide the tears, she was barely able to contain a sob as Atlas asked what was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be acting like that, but all of the anguish, and hurt and fear she felt, alongside the relief of finding him alive and well, was too much, almost unbearable. “I thought you may be hurt.” She whimpered, her shoulders slightly shaking. “I thought I’d lost you for good, like everyone else.” Oh God, she was such a mess. And now, standing in front of him, she was breaking apart. “I thought I wasn’t ever going to see you again.”

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untilwebleedxx replied to your post: anyone on who isn’t @untilwebleedxx and…

i feel personally attacked.

you should

Meanie. Why are you like dis tho

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--- Theo Night:

“How accommodating, I’m touched. D’you have a spell in mind if something pistachio’d does arise?” he asked her curiously as he licked the cone, not wanting it to melt down his fingers. He didn’t encounter too much with fae before and he had all sorts of idle curiosities about her and her skills. “I mean, since you accepted the date, and gave me an ice cream, I guess I can consider forgiving you.” He mused in mock play like it was a hard decision when it really wasn’t. His act of being hard pressed to forgive her was simply that, an act because he liked talking with her. His eyes fell to her innocent smile, brow quirked. “This will be fun. I mean the leading up to it was a little less than ideal but you are gorgeous and I am offering forgiveness.” he explained with a lazy little shrug, finishing off the cone and tossing the paper into the trash. “Maybe we can explore what kinds of things you do have as hobbies? You show me yours and I’ll show you mine?” he winked at her with a chuckle as he straightened his shoulders, eyes playful on her

“Not at the top of my head, but I promise I’ll learn some for if it ever happens.” And Violet really meant it; it was enough that she’d injured and almost killed him by accident once, if she could prevent such thing from happening in the future, then she certainly would. “Only consider? Damn, and here I thought I was already forgiven!” She joked, shaking her head as if disappointed by his response. “Nice, how smooth.” She fought against the laughter, as he casually slipped in the compliments into the conversation; Violet wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or if he truly meant them, but she wasn’t about to ask either. “You do know that phrase has such dirty connotations.” The brunette teased with a smirk; honestly, she liked his energy – he was easy to get along with, fun to tease. “My hobbies include saving baby birds, healing animals, and occasionally grow and kill flowers. So I can show all of those, but you may get a little bored.”

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--- Theo Night:

“I mean you are close. I am allergic to pistachios, which is a common ice cream flavor so you are good to go with vanilla. Though, I mean if I was allergic to vanilla, that would be tragic, wouldn’t it?” he winked at her as he took a lazy lick of the frozen treat. Ice cream as an offer of forgiveness was unexpected, but not unwelcome. The man did have a large sweet tooth after all and it was the easiest way to get on his good side, not that she’d know that. He hummed in enjoyment and nodded his head a little. “M&m’s? You really want me to forgive you, don’t you? Bringing out the big guns.” He teased her. It was sweet of her to make amends with him over the accident. At least he was fairly sure it was an accident. She didn’t seem the type to go around knocking people in the head for the fun of it in her free time, not with the way she reacted when it happened and now, after it. But it was fun to imagine if it was. He eyed her thoughtfully as he enjoyed the cone, wondering what exactly he wanted from her. Other than to get to know her better. It wasn’t everyday someone as attractive as her was knocking him off his feet, literally, and offering him something so generous indeed. “How about I will forgive you if you go on a date with me? Nothing serious, something fun. Just so that I know your hobby isn’t knocking innocent people in the head and I can forgive you in good conscience. How does that sound?”

“Pistachios, got it. I’m gonna keep that in mind so I don’t accidentally kill you.” Violet teased some, unable to hide her smile, laughing then as he added the last bit. “Tragic indeed. I’d just have to get you another flavor.” She offered; Violet was a generally friendly person, but she wouldn’t usually go out of her way to be this extra nice to someone she barely knew. But after injuring him that first day they met, Violet felt like she owed it to him (not to mention he was incredibly good to look at). The young fae was glad to see that he was enjoying the treat, feeling better now that he didn’t seem to be upset with her at all. “I really do. Am I forgiven yet?” She’d even risk saying she was fully forgiven now, but she still waited for an answer, adding in an innocent smile just for added effect. His suggestion came unexpected and Violet blinked her eyes, and though she took a minute to think about it, the brunette ended up giving a nod of her head. “I promise that I don’t make a hobby out of it, but I can definitely show you that if that’s what you require to forgive me.” She mused with a smile; Violet never refused a good time after all.

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--- Sam Jacobs:

“Good, I’d be disappointed if you weren’t going to try to be at least” He told her gently, watching her expression. Really, why had she been so focused on some idiot, and not allowing herself to be free, and experience life? He listened to her answers, and reached over, stroking her cheek gently, trying to make her look up at him. “Then I’ll just have to start from scratch one with you. We can start very very gentle” He told her before leaning over to her, placing some soft kisses along her jaw. “But we need to find safe words… Does yellow and red sound good for you, Kenna?”

Feeling his fingers brushing along her jaw, Kenna glanced up towards Sam’s face. Somehow she was relieved to find that he still looked at her the same way, that his eyes were still gentle and he still had a smile for her, rather than laughter or judgement. He seemed willing to work with her, find a middle ground and just help her through this, which she was grateful for. “Okay. That sounds good.” She mused, hands reaching over to gently grip on his shoulders as he began pressing soft kisses along her jaw. “Safe words? What for?” The brunette wondered somewhat in confusion, but ended up agreeing anyway. “Okay. What does red and yellow stand for? If I want you to stop, I just say either of those?”

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--- William Smith:

He kept her close against him, unable to keep from laughing a little as she started to complain about it being cheesy, and her melting. Really, he just found it hilarious how easy it was to affect her like that. How awkward she was about cheesy stuff, like he was too. He remained quiet while she talked though, and with her continuing to cling to him, he held onto her and stood up, placing her on the kitchen counter, before he made her lean back a little, so he could smile at her, before placing his lips against hers, kissing her somewhat gently. 

Piper’s arms snaked around his shoulders as she felt his arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly against his body. And as he pulled her up, she held onto it until he placed her on the counter, finding comfort in the sturdy surface under her, knowing she was completely safe. Her eyes met his as Will pulled away and she could swear her insides began to melt as he graced her with that wonderful smile of his. Piper couldn’t help but wonder, even more so as their lips met, what was this between them – it wasn’t a business transaction any longer, they’d grown close, they were friends. And yet… It felt a bit more than that. Perhaps it was her mind, dreaming of bigger things which maybe she couldn’t have, and in an effort to shut down her thoughts, she reached over and began undoing his pants, slipping her hand down to feel the bulge in his boxers.

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--- Sarah Roberts:

“And I am incredibly lucky that you want me to stay around. For really, you could have figured you didn’t want a young little girl to sit on your lap and call you daddy.” She responded, unable to keep from poking her tongue out at him. “Oh you handle just cuddling just fine enough, soooo you’re not that run of them, daddy” she laughed, happy they could just mess around and joke with one another. “And I want you to feel the same. To feel like you can just come and cuddle, that you’re free to laugh, and feel safe, and warm, and well cuddled” She told him, though she couldn’t exactly be the one taking care of him. “You mean the very adulty adult stuff that daddy likes to do all naked?” She asked teasingly. She couldn’t help but smile as he let her feed him, and she just smiled with love in her eyes. “Did you like it?”

“A beautiful girl in my lap, calling me daddy? Man, what a hard life that is.” Carter teased; sure, it wasn’t how he’d thought his life turn out to be. But that isn’t to say he wasn’t happy with the result, quite the contrary. Sarah was exactly what he never thought he needed until he had her. She was different, her energy was different, and with the stage in life where he’d found himself to be, she was exactly right for him. “Of course I do. You know that what matters most to me is your happiness. Having you happy and safe, is all I care about.” He told her truthfully; sure, the sex was great. But he also enjoyed the closeness, their connection. It was what he needed, what he craved most. “I do feel the same. You make me happy.” He told her, leaning over to press his lips on her forehead. “That’s exactly what I mean. He doesn’t want to be a voyeur in our relationship.” Carter teased. “Loved it. It’s your turn now.” Reached for a the other fork, he fed her some, then looked at her and waited for her feedback.

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--- Tripp Moretti:

★ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ⊰ ♚ ⊱ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ THE TATTOO WAS MORE than just a mark on his skin. The fact that Harlow had done it meant something, immortalizing her imprint on him. It wasn’t his first one, but he considered it as the most special. The way she had done it had been smooth. Tripp wasn’t numb. In fact, he felt every second of it; the pressure she had placed on his skin, and the needle’s feather-light preciseness. But the best part of it all? Their closeness, and the warmth her touch brought to his skin. He wasn’t the sensitive type of guy, but around the blonde, he was fuzzy and giddy. The male rarely had the chance to see her and be this intimately close. But damn, he wished he could, longed to stay with her for good. “I’d still probably treasure it,” he said, his voice somehow soft, “since it’s your doing.” And he meant it. He really did. 

        Destiny was somehow cruel to the both of them. It hardly gave him the chance to be with her longer. Something always came up, and he always had no choice but to leave her. It hurt him, but then, she was probably more hurt than he was. “Well, wouldn’t it be nice if I could be with you everywhere?” It was a jest, though he half-meant it. The male chuckled at her retort. As she took a picture, he stayed still and allowed her to get the right angle. When she showed her creation, he grinned, clearly impressed by her masterpiece. “That’s wonderful,” he told her, smiling. “About the eyes.  .   .I think I’d prefer if you can make it the same shade as your eyes.” Perhaps, she’d find him crazy, but hey, that was what he really preferred. He wanted to remember her – by her eyes – through this tattoo. 

Harlow was always careful when it came to her work, always went out of her way to make sure her clients would have as less painful of an experience as they could and leave the parlor happy and satisfied. Still with Tripp, she was extra careful – not because he couldn’t take the pain, but because she wanted to take her time to ensure the drawing would turn out perfectly on his skin, forever branding him. “Don’t be cheesy. You’d hate it.” Harlow teased, as she gave the tattoo the finishing touches.

The blonde wasn’t sure where they stood at this point – as many times as they’d been thrown together over the years, they’d also left each other every time. It had been that way since Harlow was about 10 years old and he came crashing into her life. He’d been her first love, before Harlow even knew what that word meant. 15 years later, and she was pretty sure he’d be her last too. His half-joke caused Harlow to glance up at him, the familiar pang hitting her heart. They’d made so many plans over the years, and last time they were meant to last. But her father had still been alive, their relationship uncovered, and fear had crept over her. Last time, it had been her choice. But not an easy one. She did it for him, so he could live. And now here he was again. “You think so?” She couldn’t help the smile that crept on her lips at his compliment, happy that he approved of the design with which she’d marked his skin. “I think I can make them a tad bluer.” She offered, turning around to mix the ink. “I’m glad you like it though. I think it’s fitting, for you.” She mused, while her attention was still completely focused on the ink, trying to find the perfect shade.

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--- Cassie Current:

❥ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ⊰ ♛ ⊱ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ CASSIE DIDN’T HAVE TO mind what she was saying. After all, this was probably going to be the last time she’d ever act on her feelings. She was tired of the heartbreak, and while it wasn’t new, it didn’t lessen the pang it brought. This was even more painful compared to what she had experienced when she was eighteen. “You should have done that earlier. Maybe then, it would’ve made getting over you easier,” she muttered, chuckling bitterly. He never led her on. It was her choice to hope, to somehow wish that they could be something more. “You didn’t reject me?” she echoed, smiling in melancholy. “You did. A lot.” When he offered to get her inside, she didn’t protest and simply followed him. As his fingers curl around her wrist, warmth spread through her. She let him tug her closer, and took a step forward. “You know that I’m in-love with you, right? I’ve stopped thinking of it as a game,” she admitted. For the last time, he needed to know that she was serious, and that, she meant everything she said and did.

“Maybe I should have.” His voice sounded tired though it was obvious he was just teasing her. Honestly though, it wasn’t even like he wanted to reject her – heck, she was a beautiful woman, she was fun, and she did her best to gain his attention. The thing was, Evan was well aware that right behind her, was a very protective father, easily pissed off, who didn’t think any man was good enough for his daughters. The young man opened his mouth to protest, only to shut it again; she was right, he didn’t reject her, told her no countless times. Dammit, didn’t she know just how hard that had been? As Cassie spoke, Evan drew a deep breath, pulling her inside and leading her to the bathroom. Now she was telling him she was in love with him, but he still wasn’t entirely sure if she truly felt that or if it was the fact that he’d proved harder to fall for her charms than she’d first anticipated. If only she knew… “You think you’re in love with me… You’ll meet someone else and then realize that what you feel for me… It isn’t love.” He muttered, and his voice sounded surprisingly bitter, as he reached for the closet and took a towel, then proceeded to dry her hair with it.

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no but gimme a plot where the girl’s a mob boss’s daughter, and the boy is a cop fresh outta the academy and he doesn’t realize that the girl he’s been flirting with is the daughter of the guy he’s trying to get behind bars.

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➤ give me a toxic relationship plot. she’s the “good girl” that comes from a well off family and he’s always on the wrong side of the law. he’s a bad influence, and her family threatens to disown her if she continues to associate with him, but they’re young and in love and she can’t live without him. she makes excuses for his behavior, even when he starts being shitty to her, until one day he takes it a little too far and hurts her. it’s her wake up call. she gets a restraining order, and after a few attempts to see her, she doesn’t hear from him for a while. she sees his mugshot on tv one day and finds out he’s in jail. months later and her family still won’t talk to her, because she’s pregnant, and it’s his, and she wants to keep the baby, so she basically has to start from scratch in order to support herself. fast forward 3 years and she’s got a toddler on her hip, rushing out the door of her one-bedroom apartment to make it to her shitty job on time, and she opens her door to find him standing there, fresh out of prison.

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cute f/f plots that i need immediately

including bi/pan girls bc we deserve some love! not including cheating or other gross stuff bc we deserve better!

i’m checking something on my boyfriend’s phone and he’s been texting another girl?? who thinks he’s her boyfriend??? we should definitely meet up to discuss how to take him down (and see if you’re as cute irl as you are in your pictures please tell me you like girls too)

we’re the two best cheerleaders on our squad and we’re constantly fighting for the top spot; we definitely hate each other so why are we making out?

i’m out + proud and you’re a smol questioning bb, i’m trying to help you accept yourself but i’m accidentally falling in love with you oops?

i had a crush on you in middle school but you always said you were straight. we just ran into each other again and apparently you like girls now? i have literally no idea how to deal with this help

i’m a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding and how dare they not tell me that one of the other bridesmaids is gay?? wait was that the point are they trying to get us together should we prove them right or wrong

we’re roommates and you came home early to find me rocking out to Girls like Girls, She Keeps Me Warm, Girls/Girls/Boys, or some other obviously queer song, surprise I’m gay?

i’m a beauty guru and you’re a total makeup newbie, i’m teaching you how to do makeup but i’m getting distracted staring at your face wow you have nice lips

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