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“I don’t dress to impress. I dress to depress. I want to look so good, other people hate themselves.”

Erica Reyes (via incorrectsterekquotes)

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“You fought well today, I watched. But you took too many risks. You jumped into battle, you did not stay by my side. Don’t do that, Porunn. You have much to learn.”

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Cupcakes for Breakfast.

“The really from the south but wish she wasn’t Southern Belle” that is what everyone seemed to call the young brunette now a days. Vienna wants to be free. She wanted to know all about this big big world she lived in. Southern small town living wasn’t for her. So when college came into play, she applied for the ones in the biggest and farthest cities. Vienna was destined to be something- someone special. 

It wasn’t long until she was sent to see her cousin and all the school that surrounded him. Her parent swore it was a coincidence that he happened to offer his home while she visited but she knew they had asked. Although she was trying to move as far away as possible, her parents were always going to be on her back. 

Stuffing her hands into her leather jacket Vienna got lost in her cousins lecture on how his city was started and how it had grown so big. The last thing she needed to know was the history of a town. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of the man approaching. He seemed friendly with her relative as if they’d know each other a while. 

“Listen, Vienna. I’m going to have to take you back home. I have something ti have to go do.”

Vienna frowned. “World Famous Bakery come on, how often am I going to be able to say i had breakfast there?” She asked. “Besides, you promised to tell me all about the you know whats.” she pleaded. 

brother-vishous

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Manip

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God, you’re such a dork. But, doesn’t that kind of make you Mrs. Dork? Damn, you’re right. How am I supposed to insult you now?

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RP Meme I Made Up [11/??] Plots Ideas

↳ Pretty Woman

       I got my eyes on you               You’re everything that I see                       I want your high love and emotion endlessly                              I can’t get over you                                    You left your mark on me                                            I want your high love and emotion endlessly ( x )

                                                   ”How much?”

       ”For what?”

                                                  “A night— with you.”

       ”You think I’m a whore?”

                                                  “Please, I know you are.”

       ”Damn.”

       She knew his type and they were the worst. Smart. Slick. Cunning. They knew exactly what they wanted and exactly how to get it with minimal effort. And she knew that they were the worst because even if you knew what they were really like. Even if you knew how to handle them— you never really knew what to do. Because they were chameleons, the good ones. You always ended up saying yes.

      For a quick second, he questioned his accusation. She made it hard to be sure simply by the way she spoke and the look of her. There was an air to her that screamed class. Perhaps it was her upbringing. But  in the end, like always, he was right about her. At least on this front. He could guarantee that the night would pose more challenges. Something he wasn’t used to.

Disclaimer: This is just a plot suggestion and may be used by anyone. The FCs are just recommendations and everything else is just inspiration.

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There was someone that I thought I would see today and I didn’t, that’s all…

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Don't you be wasting all your money On syrup and honey Because I'm sweet enough

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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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Arielle did as he ordered, her slim body moved so that she laid comfortable on the bed, pillow behind her head. Once he laid on her her hands rose so that she could feel his muscular arms. They were tempting, he was exciting almost. From the color of his skin to the build of his body. 

Her head shook at his question as she roamed her finger tips up his arms before her eyes met his. She looked up at him. “I have yet to be kissed” she explained. “I am not supposed to taint myself until marriage” she added. “I am here to please you.”  

           By shrugging off her robs and climbing the bed, Aurial had made her intentions clear.            Perhaps not by the standards of the clueless English, but certainly by his. His lips curled,            eyes shamelessly drinking in the sight of her. It was the that he played with a few ideas.            He took his time, despite the hard on he was currently sporting.

                             ❝ Lay down. ❞  

           She was no use to him sitting. Unless, of course, she wished to please him with her            lips, but he lacked the patience for that. And he had his doubts as to whether or nor            she had even heard of such a form of pleasure. Lazily, he climbed the bed, hovered            over her horizontal figure. His calloused hands slid down her torso, stroking her thighs.

                                                                              ❝ Have you been touched? ❞    

           The odds that she should lie if she had were high. But then he excelled at knowing            when others dared to lie to him. The punishment was generally severe.