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felixculpxx · 5 years
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“Look, babe,” Richard let out a sigh. His eyes glanced around the restaurant. It was hard to believe really that he was here. Never could he have predicted this. His hand slipped inside his blazer though as he shifted from his seat. Richard knelt in front of her on one knee with a nervous smile on his face. “I love you -- A lot,” He let out a sigh. Richard slowly opened the box to reveal an engagement ring. “I really can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t really want to either,” His heart beat hard in his chest. “Look I’m really bad with words... So will you marry me?” |  @flwersblooms
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freddiemxrcury · 5 years
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@flwersblooms​ based on this
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There was always something about scoping out the fresh meat on campus that had become like a ritual to Jude. Now that it was his last year of college he wanted to really take his time enjoying taking full advantage of their naivety. A great advantage to this was working on the orientation department for his school. Even without wearing his letters the students quickly found his social media which proudly displayed his love for his fraternity. There was one girl in particular who had caught his attention and he didn’t hold back from his advice that honestly should be ignored. “Hey I noticed you have your dorm key in your pocket, the cool thing is to wear it around you neck on a lanyard. The bookstore has some great ones, and make sure your school ID is on there too. Oh and instead of looking at the campus map before heading to class hold it up while you walk. And be sure to say to everyone on campus, they love that. Other than that, is there anything else I could help you with?” This girl was definitely cute, she even had a shot to become one of his final conquests of his college career.
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“I can’t rehearse with you looking at me like that, love.” Harry chuckled into the microphone. He jumped down off of the little makeshift stage at the studio to be closer to his girlfriend. He passed by a producer who gave him a pat on the back before he made his way to Claire.
“I see you’re distracting me, which usually means you’re bored. What can I do?” He asks sweetly, resisting the urge to pull her into a hug.
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cfheathens · 5 years
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micah’s heart was still racing over the victory they’d just pulled off against their biggest rivals in the national hockey league. he walked into the small pub, teammates ruffling his hair and yelling jeers at him, drunk off the adrenaline. the brunet had been the one to sore the winning goal, as well as get into three fights with the much hated rival team. his face was starting to show the painful signs of a few bruises, but he could barely feel it as he walked up to the bar. he rested his forearms against the bar, waiting for the bartender to walk over. he glanced over to see a girl waiting beside him. he raised an eyebrow as he noticed the colors of her jersey. “can i buy you a shot? y’know, as an apology for beating up your best players.” he gave a smug smile, and couldn’t help but think that none of THEIR fans were as attractive as her. unfair. 
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olliscot · 5 years
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wishlist sc.     //     @flwersblooms    //     based on.
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            there was no question that oliver was happy with his relationship. his sisters made note of that, much to his mild annoyance. only mild because he really thought he found something of true happiness. silly but he had a bit of reputation for sleeping around and breaking hearts. hadn’t even really had much of a serious relationship before. or at least not in a while. he liked to drink, work, and pretend that the press didn’t follow his every move. not that he had been pretending at all anymore. not when he was so worried things were going to blow up in the worst way. but they were inside having a dinner he hadn’t managed to burn, for once. “are you sure?” he asked quietly, taking a sip of his wine. “once we say something you’ll never have a normal life again. even just going to the store will be a major production.” 
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badassteller · 6 years
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@flwersblooms​ // based on this. 
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he was sitting backstage, his mind occupied with his phone as the security guard called out his name. he looked up with a confused look before standing up and walking over. “is she with you? she says she’s your girlfriend.” ace wrinkled his forehead before he turned his head to look at the girl standing by the side door. and a smile was placed upon his feature, she sure was a good looker and he had time to spend before he had to go out on stage. “yeah yeah, we’re dating.” the male lied, knowing she could hear him across the hallway. 
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animosities · 6 years
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based off this // @flwersblooms
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how hard could it be to keep watch over one girl? he used to keep watch over bands, groups, even royalty. this girl would be a piece of cake. or so he thought. as he waited outside her manager's office a brow raised when he heard the door open and a slightly irritated girl walk out of it "hi. i'm ryder. i'm the new bodyguard your manager hired." he introduced, his arms staying glued to his side. he never touched his client, even if it was for something as simple as a handshake.
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dropthedreams · 4 years
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My morning routine
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toppedfor · 5 years
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a breath lets out. harrison hasn’t felt like he’s been this in love in his whole entire life, despite the fact that his preferences change every single day. crushes come and go, but this overwhelming feeling of love has his heart beating harder to longer he looks at her. loose shirt hangs off of his body, tattered and worn like he’d owned it since 1999. “you look so beautiful.” the words come out like she should know this already, as if this wasn’t the first time they were alone after meeting in a group setting. the first time it seemed like the passion was picking up. licking his lips, harrison leaned against the door. “you sure you wanna do this?”       @flwersblooms​.
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lonelyfeel · 5 years
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closed starter for @flwersblooms​ based on this post.
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              “can’t sleep again?” his rough exterior suggests that he isn’t one to care --- and maybe that’s true. but he knows what it’s like to not sleep ( consistently being horrified by the dreams he was having ), and he didn’t think it was good to have her tired when they had so many things to do. “what usually helps? is something bothering you...?”
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moongladc · 5 years
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closed starter for @flwersblooms​.
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        𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌, they have been making him do things he really didn’t want to do lately, this being one of them. he knew how the industry worked but at the same time, he didn’t want to be that guy. fake-dating and pulling a publicity stunt was something he hated more than anything. “ — listen, i know you probably don’t want to do this just as much as i don’t but... i guess we have to. i don’t want to lose my team, they’ve been helping me out so much lately while also making me feel like complete shit but... you know. ” sighing, he looks at the other with a weak expression.
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neonheartc · 5 years
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closed starter - @flwersblooms based.
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broken bones, bruised knuckles and the one or other black eye—all of this wasn’t something uncommon when you chose the type of sport icarus pursued professionally. he had already won several fights, lost a few others and was currently obsessively training for the next competition. this one, would decide a lot for him, on the one hand, whether he finally came out of this small town and on the other, what his future would look like. because one thing was clear, he wanted to achieve more and to be known, someone people would think of first once they spoke of boxing. unfortunately, this goal was still far away, but he wanted to make it. and so he often trained until late into the night, ate less – which was supposed to help with the weight for the competition – and just focused on nothing else besides that day. however—that wasn’t quite the truth. aside from the fight, he also often thought of her, his light in the darkness and the one who had always been by his side, and probably the only one who really cared about him. it was also one of the reasons why he wanted to get better. the two deserved a good future and he quietly opened the door when he got home. the apartment was dark, he guessed that she was probably already asleep and therefore he tried his best to be as quiet as possible. what seemed to be rather difficult for someone like him than he thought, he bumped his leg against the edge of a table, what followed was a soft curse. he stumbled on, threw his bag aside and just wanted to let himself fall down on the sofa, when he suddenly got caught on the drying rack with which he finally fell to the ground. lying on the floor in a pile of laundry, icarus blinked. "well, so far to being quiet," he murmured to himself, before he sat up grumbling.
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personalhells · 5 years
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after leaving his ex at the altar, his career had taken off in ways he couldn’t even comprehend at this point. his shows were sold out, people knew of his music and knew every word to every song. it was kind of insane how many people loved him. sometimes though, sometimes he wondered what it would’ve been like had he walked into that church and told her “i do.” and now he was back, in his very old rinky-dink town, off his private jet to visit a family friend’s funeral. he knew at this point he wasn’t very loved here, so he remained standing in the back with his sunglasses on his nose.
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faathuu · 5 years
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svaturns · 5 years
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based closed starter for @flwersblooms​ 
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blair: not to be a soft bitch but.... blair: saw ur pic in a mag today while i was at whole foods and i miss you so much blair: wish we didn’t have to do this distance shit, it’s killing me.
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honeycaged · 5 years
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                                                                    @flwersblooms​
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              he’s developed a   RATHER NASTY   habit of    𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.      money has always compensated for his   𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞,   however in instances like these,    money can’t aid his behavior.      it was the heat of the moment,    his temper had gotten the best of him.      ❛❛      I -      ❜❜      it seemed a glimmer of guilt glossed over his countenance.      ❛❛      you know I didn’t mean it like that.      ❜❜
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