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sugar babies and their sugar daddies; gold rings and mercedes baby

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salvatixon :

“I didn’t leave you.” He states in what feels like the hundredth time this evening. “I was locked in the bathroom and apparently drunks can’t hear the word help.” Her cutting gaze was return by eyes of chocolate brown hues. 

“Sure, whatever.” Ezra replied in annoyance, crossing her arms aggressively. She really had forgiven him long ago but her pride didn’t let her drop it so easily.

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“What, am I really that bad to be around?” A coy smirk would play on the blonde’s lips as she pretended to be hurt by the others words.

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HER NOSE would turn up at the other in annoyance, cutting hazel orbs over at them sharply. “I’m not talking to you, you left me at that house party all by myself last night.”

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yo my guys who want some starters like this and i’ll slide one ur way!

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yo my guys who want some starters like this and i’ll slide one ur way!

[finnhndson]

give me a plot where muse a and b are best friends (who everyone swears should be together) go on a trip to disneyland/world, and they come up with a scheme to pose as a married couple to get special discounts and perks. so, they’re set up in one of the resort’s honeymoon suites, wear the ‘just married’ buttons, and get to soak up the benefits of everyone’s congratulations. but things get a little intense when things like ‘hey, why is this attractive ride attendant hitting on my fake wife?’ or ‘okay, maybe i like sharing a bed with you a little too much’ happen. give me that pls.

[rainiestmood-blog]

gimme a plot where … basically, muse a is this corrupted soul, always drinking too much, getting too high, they can barely function and muse b is basically their saving grace, always coming through in the middle of the night after a drunken phone call asking for a ride home. and muse b only does this because they’re a good person at heart, but they can’t deny that muse a’s actions actually disgusts them. but they’ve known each other for too long and muse b always promised they’d never let muse a down, because they know they’re the only thing that’s STABLE in their life. and this has become their routine, muse a texting/calling muse b when something goes wrong and muse b coming around to rescue them. there’s not much to their friendship beside that, these days, because muse a doesn’t really acknowledge them otherwise. and muse b just settles with the fact that they’re being used, but they can’t bear to leave muse a alone, knowing that they probably wouldn’t survive without them … but then ONE NIGHT, when muse b is carrying muse a into bed, tucking them in like they usually do and they’re about ready to say goodnight until muse a, who is completely out of their mind intoxicated, mumbles something barely audible that sounds a lot like ‘i love you.’ muse b thinks to brush it off, until muse a continues professing all these FEELINGS like ‘i really fucking love you, please, don’t leave me tonight’ and muse b is just STUCK. because muse a is so bad for them but muse b is the only good thing in their life … so they stay. 

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arsonxsts :

His head dips in a nod, black locks running downward into his eyes. “Welcome” And its with those words that he takes a look around - It was all destroyed, so whatever had hit them, whatever did do this. It was massive. “Something big.” He states, maybe it was the obvious but it was the only clue they had at  the moment. “There should be a neighborhood around here. Maybe we can find a house, get cleaned up and figure this all out.” 

GNAWING ON her lesser lip as hazel hues peered across the marked up land, the shorter girl would ponder on if there was anyone else out there like them who had survived this disaster. “Good plan, I need to get this blood off of me.” She nodded behind him, following dutifully in his footsteps as he moved to the houses up ahead. It looked like a ghost town, some falling to pieces for the force of the explosion and others just luckily keeping some of their form. “Creepy..” She breathed softly as the pushed onward.

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trepidatiions :

( &&. @deityiisms .

            a consistent streak of broken hearts was the recurring theme throughout his long and IMMORTAL life. wherever he went, he left a trail of heartache and it never seemed to progress any further than puppy love in fear of the wretched CURSE to consume him once again. so inevitably, every relationship he found himself in suffered a quick break up as he unwillingly detached his emotional self from the other. ‘ i’m SORRY. i just don’t see a FUTURE with you is all. ’

LIPS WOULD press together tightly at the sudden break up, fists clenched at her sides as hazel orbs pierced into cerulean fiercely. “Why are you doing this, what happened?” Ezra demanded weakly, attempting to hold a strong visage but is quickly crumbling inside from the thoughts eating away at her that perhaps she caused this.

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arsonxsts :

He doesn’t know where they are going but it has to be somewhere inside, with a first aid kit. He reaches for her hand gently, holding it because they are both a little unsteady at the moment. “I don’t know… There has to be some place close. “ He looks over at the girl, taking note of her gash. “Here” Gently, he rips the sleeve off his shirt. “At least you can press it till we find something better.”

HER QUIVERING fingers lock around his tightly seeking comfort as he led her along dutifully. How was he able to be so level headed in this situation, if it were her she would be a shaking mess who couldn’t put a thought together. “Thank you..” Ezra piped up as he handed her the fabric, pressing it to her injury and wincing ever so slightly as it stung from being touched. “What do you think it was?”

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arsonxsts:

He feels like throwing up but more importantly his head is pounding. “A bomb? w-where would that have come from?” Stupid question, he knew where bombs come from but why now? why here?  He runs a hand through his hair, its sticky and he pulls away, its coated red. “We should leave…”

NOTICING HIS hair, trembling digits would reach to her own tangled mess of brunette locks and pull away slightly as she softly grazed a gash that curled over her temple slightly. What could’ve caused all this in the first place?  Reaching to grasp his bicep slightly to steady herself as they rushed to leave the are before something else happened, Ezra couldn’t help to feel like she was stuck in a terrible dream. “Where are we going to go?”

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arsonxsts :

He might be in shock - No he’s defiantly in shock & confused, confused is the best word because he can feel the blood trickling down the back of his neck and he hears something - he’s not sure what && then there is the body or bodies, he can’t count either. 

                                                            “What happened?”

LIPS QUIVERED as her hazel orbs flickered from body to body that laid on the ground in silent shock. Blood was smeared across her cheeks and her fingertips shook as she tried to calm herself before him. “A bomb, maybe? I’m not sure it all happened so fast..”

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lexprinces:

         🔽 ————  and he has done this many times before and almost in every city he has been on so – why should he stop now?? this place he had been into before and, as a matter of fact, he has seen her before. yet, tonight it’s not about how well he did or did not know her. tonight was about the alcohol that was running through his veins and poisoning his system, making his neck vein visible as well as he focused on her only. the ultimate goal was to get her to himself, or rather with himself, he didn’t know – consciousness and moral failed him at this hour. it all begins with him sitting on a couch, knees apart as he sunk in the thing, glass of wine on his hand as he didn’t care much about a thing. for a minute he just eyes her up and thinks in all the ways he’ll like to destroy her, but for the next one, he is calling her, urging her to come over… to be  c l o s e r. ( @deityiisms )

AND SHE’S dancing like she’s not going to immediately regret this in the morning, hips swaying slow and seductive to the beat pounding through her form. The feel of his eyes burning into her was what fueled her to continue, the taste of alcohol on her tongue and fire in those cold blue orbs of hers as she caught his eye and smoothed her palms down her hips carefully. Everything was slow and calculated, everything going according to plan as she noticed him beacon her over with a jut of his chin and by then she figured she had him eating out of the palm of her hand. Heels clacked softly beneath the bass of the stereos lining the walls of the room, gilding over to where her silent watcher sat with a soft quirk of red painted lips. “Is there something on me or do you have a reason as to why you’ve been staring at me all night?”

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fadeddirtysoulsx :

( &&. @deityiisms )

     “what’s a fine girl like yourself doing all alone at this hour ?? don’t you know these streets are dangerous ??”

“and don’t you know better than to talk to strangers?”

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Soft fingertips swirled around the rim of a wine glass slowly, cold cerulean blue orbs peering to the client sat before her and her father silently as she mentally retained the information being disputed before her. Elisa Warren was the up and coming heir to Warren Hotels which called for her to shadow the said CEO with most of his business deals and important interactions to learn the swing of things for her eventual take over. She always had everything planned out precisely as it should and left little room for error in anything she did. Despite having everything so perfected, it would seem the man seated before her made it his mission to get under her skin whenever possible. Shielding a scoff behind her glass as she rose it to her lips, the blonde would flicker her eyes over him in scrutiny before flashing away to scan over the restaurant again. How did she managed to get paired up with such a big oaf?

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YO IVE DECIDED TO MAKE A MARGOT ROBBIE MUSE SO IF U WANNA PLOT OR SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND I’LL SLIDE AT YA

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YO IVE DECIDED TO MAKE A MARGOT ROBBIE MUSE SO IF U WANNA PLOT OR SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND I’LL SLIDE AT YA