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darling, i don’t want you to love me. / i want you to be terrified.
Salma Deera, from “girls who don’t care for being touched,” Letters From Medea (via lifeinpoetry)
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“hostess??” she’s high, probably too high considering she has a formal writing assignment due tomorrow & she and david are fighting so he’ll grade hers even harder than normal but she swallows that thought down and leans in towards the other girl, trying to whisper but half yelling in the process. she’s drunk, ok! “if anything i’m the mistress!!” she’s giggling like it’s an inside joke but she doesn’t know if the girl even knows the rumors about her sleeping with the teacher ; aka the reason she’s getting shit faced as hell the night before her big final. “here, try this.” red lips suck in white smoke, taking the first hit before slowly blowing it back at the red head, all smiles.
She’s not quite at the level of intoxication this pretty little stranger is, but she’s got enough alcohol in her for a giggle to bubble at her lips in return at the mistress’ little jape. Before pale fingers can wrap around the joint in the other girl’s hand it’s pulled away–– Diana pauses, then steps closer, lips gingerly parting as she loses herself in the scent. Dark lashes flutter closed, and when the smell is gone, they open again dreamily as her head swims with the excitement of the party and the proximity of the other girl. ❝ I’m Diana. ❞
wearspastels:
“hey! how are you liking the party!! i promise it’ll get even better with this “ small fingers hold up a small, carefully rolled joint ; courtesy of her new acquaintance ( currently outside making deals ). “want some??”
Diana would be lying if she told the other girl that she wasn’t enjoying herself–– an easy laugh tumbles past her lips, made all the smoother with the healthy buzz she’s been building. ❝ I’d love some, ❞ she says, shifting to move her hand closer to the blonde’s. ❝ Are you the hostess? ❞
It’s alright,“ she gave him a small smile. “Saving me was never your job anyway.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #225 (via blossomfully)
blurrability:
he walks into the room with a sense of being UNSEEN. after all, it’s his job to get in, getout and retrieve the information he was sent for and then leave. not impress anyone with his overall facade. this isn’t james bond. this is reality.
as far as he knows, the man he is targeting is attending the event at this building. all he has to do now is find him and have a LITTLE CHAT. then he can decide what to do with him. intimidate and release? erase his existence from the world? lock him away forever?
( he didn’t even notice the girl watching him )
though it’s part of the job description to be ALERT at all times. who knew this would be the only time he’s too focused on his mission to take a quick glance around and scan the profiler for any funny blimps on the radar?
big mistake.
According to the agency, he’s got much more information on his hands than he should ever need–– and who better to relieve him of such heavy cargo than Diana? she slips through the crowd as she trails him, careful to keep a safe distance.
If anything, her job is a game to her. Unlike the rest of the little girls raised to be killers, Diana takes a special kind of joy from her profession (that’s why she’s the big bosses’ favorite operative, after all, why she’s the only one that could be trusted with catching a fox). Perhaps it’s because she’s the only one, out of all the members of their faux-Aristocracy, to remember a time before indoctrinations and manipulations. Diana remembers solitude, and an ever-constant hunger in her pathetic little belly. She’s been drunk on the power miraculously given to her ever since.
Eventually, they become much too far from the rest of the conference hall for her to remain unnoticed. Diana creeps closer as they’re drawn out further from the sounds of conversation in the lobby.
❝ Hey there, handsome. What are you doing so far from the party? ❞
This dreary old convention is hardly a party, she thinks amusedly.
blurrability:
and there it is.
her anger was NEVER really kept as a secret, and her composure has never once been PRESENT, so he has learned the only way to get through to her was taking her own mindset and shoving it deep down her throat to swallow.
even if it makes her choke in fact that would be better.
( she’ll learn that way; when everything is compromised )
❛ diana, don’t challenge me ❜
but he knows she will. AND SHE DOES. the instant her movement becomes physical, he’s already full and prepared for impact. she gets a few whacks at him, mostly because he doesn’t do much to stop it. she should have listened to him.
she should have never doubted his ability.
the next time she swings her arms, he takes hold of it, only to jerk her around and toss her into the wall. from there he claims both of her wrists and yanks them over her head, keeping her whole body pressed up against the wall. ❛ do you feel better now? now that you’ve hit me? do you feel satisfied? huh? want to do it again? ❜
It’s a fight she can’t win, and despite her pride–– Diana knows how to tell when she’s been beaten. Her cheek digs into the plaster as her wrists are held together above her head, high enough to hurt. The tip of her nose pushes into the wall’s cool surface, soothing skin she know will ache later. What does it matter what she’s done? Good or bad, it’s not as if she’d gotten in the way of his business. It’s not as if she’d ran to the people he despised.
Angry tears brim at the bottoms of her eyes, and when she struggles against his hold again it’s because she wants to hide herself (she wants to leave and never come back, fuck him).
The desire to strike him again hangs heavily in her heart, but even Diana can carefully determine what is possible and what is not. Physically, he’s too strong for her, like so many others are– and she came unarmed, the worst decision she could have made.
❝ I came back for you, ❞ comes her strained whisper, teeth gritted against the cheap paint. She buries her face into the wall, ashamed and indignant. ❝ I came back… for this. ❞
blurrability:
❛ this is me being FAIR to you. ❜ ( like poison, it’s said with disgust )
he’s watching her so carefully, like a hawk and its prey. though his intentions may not be to KILL, he definitely plans to DESTROY. and if he has to, he’ll block the exit until she tells him what he wants to know. even then she isn’t free anymore. he doesn’t trust her anymore.
❛ i may not be your father, but i certainly have to treat you like a CHILD. ❜
whatever happened to that gleam of light that manifested when he saw her? what happened to that feeling of relief and calm to the storm? the possible smile on his rugged features? it’s gone; disappeared from memory. now all that’s left is ferocity; and
and pain.
❛ now answer my question. ❜
( honestly he could do this all day )
so the moment she is up and on her feet, he advances on her AGAIN. blocking her way, and this time he pauses before her with enough room to use his physical strength against her. it also gives her the chance to fight back. he wants to see her fight back.
❝ Bite me! ❞ He towers over her easily; in this heated moment Diana can feel every inch of advantage he has over her. Nevertheless, her foot slams forward at the same moment his does, matching every step that draws the two of them closer together.
Aiden, more than anyone, should know what a volatile being the girl beneath him is.
She throws herself into him, hands outstretched to strike. This is the thanks she gets for coming close to caring about anyone, she thinks bitterly (girls like her weren’t meant for families and friendships and trust, anyhow).
She scowls, swinging her small fist as hard as she can, paying little attention to the disparity in strength and size–– and then she swings again, again, vicious. Her body is a tempest, she tells herself, uncompromising and cruel.
It feels as if they’ve been knocked back to the start: criminal and vigilante, good and evil.
She’d rather die screaming than admit it hurts even a little.
blurrability:
her movements were making his heart RACE. watching the way she drags fingertips up closer and closer to inappropriate areas. he knew she knew it was EASY to seduce him. this isn’t the first time she’s tried. but he’s never acted on it.
he figures that’s why she does it to spite him.
( so he blinks and forces his focus back onto his phone )
❛ diana, no ❜
words just REEKED of exhaustion, but his voice seemed as if he was trying to HIDE SOMETHING. not that he meant the rejection as either a lie or the truth, but a statement to the overall question. he was trying to MASK his discomfort.
such a funny thing it was.
he could bleed out and be fine. he could use violence to stop someone and face war head on. he could drive right off a cliff and not feel fear. but in her attention he loses his sense of direction.
He’s lost her interest again, though Diana doesn’t blame him–– of course she’s aware that she’s a handful, that her attention is hard to keep, that she’s much too free-spirited for an old virgin like him to keep up with all the time.
❝ I’m so sorry, Aiden. ❞
She laughs, and the sound escapes from her lungs in a breathy sigh. One leg crosses the poor criminal’s back so that she straddles him, her knees pressing gently into his sides.
❝ I forgot that your poor virgin ears couldn’t handle the littlest bit of… ❞
Bright blue eyes wander coyly back toward him. She bats her eyelashes sweetly.
❝ …stimulation. ❞
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blurrability:
and he fully expected her to respond the way she did. it didn’t strike him as anything other then silent acceptance. getting your hopes up with diana was a grave mistake, so he never did. strange how it never really made things any easier.
could be perhaps he sees himself in her
or just something in her that’s unique to HER and her alone. she’s tough and fragile, a mask of smiles to match a pair of silently suffering eyes. she tries so hard and yet she’s never the one. well, she doesn’t have to be a saint around him. she just needs to do BETTER.
and though her words are muffled, he hears them clearly.
he’s quick to knock her banter down. ❛ yeah, i bet you didn’t. ❜ it’s meant in a way not that he feels jacob CAN’T get the information, but because jacob is so rough he kills he suspect before any information can be given.
❛ want to know what i’ve been doing the last three months? figuring you were taken by the very people i am fighting against. i had been coming down on them ten fold to find you. finally i find someone who isn’t ready to die for their boss… and i learn they DON’T EVEN HAVE YOU? i think you can imagine my anger. ❜
and he turns to her only to rise from his chair and stride over to her in such haste his steps echo throughout the room. pausing barely a few inches from her, fingers suddenly clasp tightly around her wrist. only to spin around and toss her at the chair he just came from.
❛ so you’re going to tell me where you were and what you were doing. and you best not lie to me. ❜
More than anything else, Diana wants to smile and say something witty and cruel, but the fact of the matter is–– he’s surprised her, and she can’t think quickly enough to force some sort of snappy retort back at him.
Anger races through her, a fire sparking in her core and filling her with indignation. His hand clamps tightly around her wrist, and before she can yank back in return she’s thrown off her balance, tossed back towards his chair like a rag doll. Her back collides with the seat, and she cries out despite herself as its edges dig into her–– oh lord, is she going to feel that in the morning.
❝ How dare you! ❞ she spits out, her teeth biting into the end of her sentence. ❝ Three months, and this is the welcome back I get? ❞
Angry tears sting at the corners of her eyes, but Diana won’t cry, not in front of him, not when there’s nothing to gain from it. ❝ You aren’t my father, Aiden––– ❞ she snaps, quick to force herself out from the chair despite the pain that shoots through her legs at the movement.
❝ I don’t owe you anything, you twisted old–– you––– you asshole! ❞
So much for a heartfelt reunion.
blurrability:
and for once aiden pearce feels genuine FEAR that she will look at him differently. that she has changed to a point where he’s just a small blimp on her radar ( more so then before ). why is it that diana is the only person in the universe who makes him feel small?
powerless?
is that what love is?
he wouldn’t know. he spent his whole life keeping people out, as the only thing that comes from it is THEY get hurt. people like him can’t afford to love. everyone always dies…. everyone except him. and that gets real lonely.
so it’s better to not get involved with the emotion. but with diana…….
it’s different out of his CONTROL. and upon hearing her footsteps, his form is facing away from her. and though yes, he’s missed her DEEPLY, he would never let her know that. he can’t. though… hearing his name on her lips again gives him goosebumps. and without looking at her, he whispers;
❛ three months, and not a word? ❜
Whatever she’s expected he might say when finally they’re together again, it certainly isn’t that. She’s glad his back is turned to her; she’d rather die than let him see the shock on her face. Stunned, Diana pauses to let the door quietly slip shut behind her. How is she supposed to answer a question like that?
She smiles, stepping closer–– ❝ Look at you, all worked up. I’m flattered, really. ❞
There is no apparent apology in her soft tone, though maybe somewhere deep down she does feel the tiniest guilty twinge. Her voice draws nearer, the coquettish sound brushing sweetly against the back of his ear as she steps closely behind him.
❝ Has it really been three months? I hardly noticed. ❞
101 fluffy prompts
FALLING IN LOVE
001: "You're really soft."
002: "You smell nice."
003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
006: "I will always be there protect you."
007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
011: "May I have this dance?"
012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
015: "All I want is you."
016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
018: "I want to hear you sing."
019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
020: "You look incredible in that."
021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
024: "I think I'm in love."
025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
026: "People are jerks, but not you."
027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
029: "I want this to never end..."
030: "Can I kiss you?"
LIVING TOGETHER
031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
046: "I caught the bouquet"
047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
MARRIED LIFE
058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
PREGNANCY
071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
080: "Did you feel that?"
081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
PARENTING
086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
098: "I think we should have another."
099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
101: "…They just grow up so fast."
She’s shaken after having been rescued, that much is very obvious–– if not by the expression on her face, then by the furious beating of her heart, the sharp breaths that she sucks in between pale lips, even the cold sweat on her skin.
❝ Who… who the fuck are you? ❞