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[whskyneat]

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ARMS weave their way across Aly’s waist. Closer and she’s pulled right up against him; closer and everything in his head goes quiet. This, he’s come to know, is what he's been put in this world for. Peppered kisses litter the column of her neck, grip tightening as he inhales the scent of her. "Do we have to go," he whines, content in hiding out here right in the juncture of her jaw. "Didn't we just celebrate Dad's birthday last year?" They won't be allowed to miss it, he knows this; knows that Amelia would dangle their little family business over his girlfriend's head if she has to. It's a small price to pay but one he's never going to stop complaining about. The noose of his surname tightens every time he's forced to pull Alessia into their little world. "Promise me we'll only stay an hour tops."

[waywardera]

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THERE’S tension in Bly’s shoulders, the sound of someone entering her father’s shop making her sit up straighter by the counter. She knows of her reputation in town, knows that though her work is to be admired, it doesn’t negate the fact that she’s a woman doing the dirty work. Bly readies herself for any confrontation.

“Howdy m’am,” her voice is cordial; even. “What can I do you for?” 

[whskyneat]

SATISFACTION weaves through his body at fingers in his hair. by far the most innocent gesture he’s received and yet the intimacy undoes something in finn. with leo’s hands free, finn maneuvers so that he’s sat facing him. wicked grin tugs on the corner of his lips; grip moving to rest on the swell of his backside. “ oh i have a lot of things in mind. ” innuendo is made more prominent by a slight swat. “ give me a truth. ” demand is eager; permission asked through the words. it’s a game they play: a truth for a truth. bare oneself to the other and for someone that’s been living in halves, finn’s never felt more real. he leans closer; brushes his lips across the curve of leo’s jaw. “ something good, wilson. ”

A soft oof leaves Leo's lips while Finn pulls him to his lap, sloshing coffee onto the others pants. "Baby!" he chides with a laugh, "You're gonna burn yourself." Putting his own cup on the table - with a coaster - he shifts to face Finn. Goosebumps prickle across his stomach feeling his boyfriends warm hands against him. "Mmm," Leo stutters out, eyes fluttering shut, "I-I think we can make that happen." Shoving down all the thoughts that bubble up to the surface, Leo weaves his fingers through his partner's locks before tugging gently. "What did you have in mind?"

[waywardvibe]

oh baby I am a wreck when I'm without you

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[h0neybean]

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The fact that this woman is actually entertaining Richie and his love for the Bee Movie is just an indicator of how special she’s going to be in his life; he just knows it. “Pollen counter? You? Come on. Look at you! You’re gorgeous! You could be one of those famous bees like Beeyoncé or Jessica Beeiel.” He shoots her a grin, already making himself comfortable by his corner of the elevator. “Oh you already know I’m going to be a Pollen Jock. Going around and spreading my seed? That’s the Richie O’Riley way.” He hasn’t felt this much himself since before his father died; the laughter that punches out of him from the sheer absurdity of the conversation is genuine and something he hasn’t heard in a while. “So you know my name now. What’s yours?”

[tobeeuphoric]

Verse: Little Miss Bridgerton @crookedsin @amurderofcrxws​

Dearest Reader,

We once again enter what is sure to be a memorable social season. I can already hear the marriage minded mamas discussing the eligible gentleman about the ton. Let us hope they don’t make the same mistake Lady Grant did when she let her eldest daughter get swept away by the undesirable Lord Elias Westfield. Had she forgotten about his bastard child he left to wither away in the slums? Such a shame indeed. 

One can only wonder what will happen this season. It is only a matter of time before The Queen announces the seasons diamond. Rest assured, if anything worth noting were to occur, I will find out.

Your Truly, Lady Whistledown

[unbrken]

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where?

[whskyneat]

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“BABY. Sweetheart. Love muffin. Come on. You know it doesn’t mean anything. It was just a bit of schmoozin’. She called me Richard, for fucks sake.”

[whskyneat]

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“BE honest. No, really. Don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings. I could have taken you out to a four course meal but I figured I could be all romantic-like.”

[whskyneat]

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"LOVE, have you been terrorizing the children across the street? I could have sworn I heard screaming this morning."

[unbrken]

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No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name.

I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with.

— marsadist (via twitter)

[whskyneat]

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"MAYBE if you walked faster, you would have made it to the elevator. I don't know how that's my fault."

[waywardera]

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HE’S so attuned to the princess that Santi knows the exact moment when she’s managed to sneak off. It’s no surprise that she does and though it makes his job a lot harder, there’s something about the hide and seek thrill that fan the flames of ember in him. It’s becoming harder to ignore and so he lets it engulf him; heat by every snide remark thrown his way, by every brush of irritation she tries to drown him in.

If this is his end, let it be by her hand.

Santi takes a stroll by the gardens, knowing that he’s close. It takes a turn by the bend of rose bushes to finally spot Talia trying to climb over the palace walls.

“Your highness,” he hisses, quick to close the distance between them. His hand reaches up to grasp at the ankle nearest to him, ignoring the spark that thrums in his veins at the contact. “Do not make me climb these vines. I will drag you down here if I must.”

[whskyneat]

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ACROSS the quad, she crosses and instantly, Miguel has locked in. There's a pitter-patter in his chest that shoots adrenaline in his veins and before anyone could stop him, he darts towards the woman that's been the forefront of his dreams as of late. It's silly to have a crush at his age, but there's no denying that Talia's caught him hook, line, and sinker the moment he's laid eyes on her. Darting around students and almost crashing head first at a tree, Miguel nearly trips over his own feet and finally -- finally -- manages to catch up to block her path. Doubling over, he lifts a finger as a give me a second gesture; takes deep breaths before his lungs fill with oxygen once more. "Do you --," wheezes turn into coughs turn into a desperate attempt at sounding suave, " -- need help carrying your bag, beautiful?"

[whskyneat]

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Hold up, take a minute, love ‘cause I ain’t tryna fuck your image up. More than likely mess around in triple cuffs. Stumble 'round town, pull your zipper up. Pants sag like I don’t give a f#ck. I ain’t tryna fuck your business up and I ain’t tryna get you into stuff. But the way you touchin’ on me in the club. Rubbin’ on my miniature. John Hancock, fuck a signature. Any time I hit it, know she finna fall through and every time we get up, always end up on the news. Ain’t worried 'bout no press, and ain’t worried 'bout the next bitch. They love the way you dress and ain’t got shit up on you. Jackpot, hit the jackpot. Just met a bad miss without the ass shots, haha. You look good, girl, you know you did good, don’t you?

[whskyneat]

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SABINE readies herself in front of the ornate mirror, gloved hands patting down her hair. She has to make sure everything is perfect; her set has always garnered the most attention and tonight, Zid has promised her that there’s someone special amongst the crowd she has to entertain. Whilst he left off some pertinent details -- namely, what this person would be wearing -- she knows that he always has her best interest at heart and it would be wise to just play along. 

Satisfied with how she looks, she dons a slip given that she still has time to kill before her turn up on stage. She slips from the dressing room and heads for the speakeasy-styled bar. She has to hand it to Zid; man knows how to work the prohibition aesthetic.

Sabine ignores the eyes on her as she’s the only one not in a cocktail dress or a suit but in a rather tight corset. At least the bartender spots her easily enough and slides her usual towards her waiting hand. She’s about to take a spot near the stage to watch her sisters perform, but someone catches her eye. The vague description Zid gave her earlier practically forces its way to the forefront of her mind and so she straightens her shoulders, puts on her most disarming smile, and turns all her attention towards them.

“Hello, darling,” her voice is practically a purr. “Are you enjoying yourself this evening?”