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yawnderu · 2 years ago

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Ghostface - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Kinktober Day 5 - Phone Sex

Not rlly satisfied with this one but I'm posting to keep the kinktober streak

''What's your favorite horror movie?'' A deep, unrecognizable voice asked on the other side of the phone as you were preparing popcorn, ready to have a horror movie marathon while your boyfriend was out. You hesitate before answering, an eyebrow raised as you think about your answer.

''Uh- I don't know. Who's this?'' You glance back at your phone screen, just realizing the call comes from a private number.

''I'll tell you yours if you tell me mine.'' The voice replied, and you can hear the shit-eating grin simply by his tone. You roll your eyes, hanging up as you focus on preparing the call, trying to think about something else besides the weird interaction. Halloween was near, so it was no surprise assholes were prank calling.

You move the popcorn bag around, making sure all the seeds can get buttered up and explode, the sound of your phone ringing again making you jump in surprise before hurriedly picking up, hoping your boyfriend finally found some free time to call you.

''What are you wearing?'' The accent sounds familiar, yet the voice changer he's using is making it hard to distinguish. Is he...?

''None of your business.'' You scoff, looking around your apartment just to make sure no one managed to break in, despite the fancy security system reassuring you already.

''You look pretty.'' He compliments and your heart stops, head snapping towards the only window you're close to, walking closer and closer, wondering if someone can see you despite the dark apartment. Your face is almost against the glass until a hand slams against it, the shock and surprise of it all making you fall on your ass with a loud scream. As soon as you look up, the hand is gone. You're too scared to even process you're in the 32th floor of the building.

''Did I scare you, princesa?'' The voice on the phone asks, and your suspicions are now confirmed.

''Asshole!'' You yell at your boyfriend through the phone, hand in your heart as you try your best to calm down knowing no unknown creep was the one bothering you. The man on the phone lets out a soft snicker, the familiar sound somehow making your nerves calm down slowly, but surely.

''Lo siento, mi amor. You looked so pretty.'' Miguel praises, the voice changer now turned off as you can hear his soft breathing picking up, slowly getting louder once you get up from the floor, rubbing your sore ass with a small frown from his scare.

''You looking at me right now?'' You ask curiously, looking out of the window again, yet you can't see anyone. He mutters a small ''mhm'', breathing getting louder as his mic starts to pick up soft wet sounds. You raise an eyebrow at this, slightly confused until you realize what's going on.

''You disgusting pervert.'' You accuse jokingly and he laughs softly, the fingers around his hard cock teasing the tip, smearing his precum all over it while he looks at you from afar. Oh, how he wishes your much smaller fingers were the one working him up and down, rather than his big, calloused hands. He's busy with work, though, and only has a few minutes before he's bothered again by his duty as Spider-Man.

''Mucha ropa.'' He teases you, the corners of his plump lips curling up when he sees you laugh, his right hand working faster up and down his dick at the image of you looking happy. He can't help it- you're too damn pretty, he'd do anything to keep that smile on your face. You roll your eyes, stepping a bit away from the window as you put the phone on speaker, making a show out of stripping of your clothes.

''Is this good enough?'' You ask teasingly, hand slowly trailing down your stomach as heat begins to pool up when you listen to his breath hitch, the wet sounds coming from the speaker getting louder and faster.

''Touch yourself for me.'' He growls out, his palm spreading the precum leaking like a faucet all over the tip of his cock, eyes slightly narrowed at the sensation as he sees your hand disappear inside your underwear, your pretty, whiny moans becoming pure music to his ears. He starts to jerk himself off again, the sounds of your mixed heavy breathing and moans mixing in, yet he's holding back, trying his best not to get the attention of anyone that might be nearby.

''I wish you were here.'' You moan out, digits dipping deeper into your cunt as you can feel just how much you need Miguel, how much your pussy truly needs to be filled by him, and him only. ''I'd be sucking that dick so good.'' All shame goes out the window when you drape your body on the couch, fingers lazily going in and out of your cunt as your other hand rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves above your dripping hole.

''Yeah?'' He asks between deep groans and heavy breaths, red eyes fully focused on the sight of you pleasuring yourself. You look like a work of art in his eyes, and you truly are. Hair slightly messy, a thin layer of sweat painting each perfect curve, and fingers disappearing in and out of yourself, a loud and lewd squelching sound bouncing off the walls and coming out of his phone.

''Mhm...'' You moan out, nodding your head as if he was there, yet you know he can still see you. ''Need you so bad, Miggy... are you coming home soon?'' His line goes quiet for a few seconds and you stop masturbating, suddenly worrying for him. The sight of a bundle of colors appearing in the middle of the living room almost blinding you, the familiar behemoth frame clawing his way out of the portal.

''I'm here, amor.''

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year ago

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“I could just use a hug.” With Billy, please? ;) 🩶🩷 You know me, I love the fluff. 😂

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this in. Now I know you and I both love fluff but I went with hurt/comfort/fluff with this one. I hope that’s ok and I hope you like what I did here. 💜💜💜

‘Til Valhalla

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Hurt, comfort, fluff, mentions of suicide, PTSD, nightmares

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: Billy’s processing his grief after burying one of his own. You’re there with him to try and help however you can.

A/N: Today is America’s birthday, July 4th, and even though it’s not Veterans Day or Memorial Day, I wanted to say that for those of us in the United States, it’s because of members of our armed services that we have the freedoms to do and say what we want. So I humbly ask you, if you have the opportunity today or any day for that matter, thank a service member or a veteran for the freedoms that you have. They deserve it more than anyone 🇺🇸♥️🤍💙

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The biting winter air burned in your lungs as you reached for Billy’s hand and laced your gloved hands together. You both were standing by the freshly turned soil close to the headstone of the fallen marine he had once served with and later employed.

It was blind luck that the ground wasn’t frozen over yet and they were able to dig his final resting place. The dirt and grass were dry and faded as the leftover leaves crunched under your black leather boots while the branches above swayed and creaked in the raw wind.

Billy had cleaned and shined his shoes this morning just like he did every morning but he did it in silence with a clenched jaw and rigid posture. You missed his smile, that million dollar Billy Russo smile he flashed you at least fifteen times a day had been missing from his face ever since he took that phone call a week ago while you were having dinner.

You couldn’t blame him. No one could but you didn’t know what kind of comfort he wanted or needed from you so you kept quiet, gently touched his shoulders, kissed him on the cheek, and told him you loved him.

The lone blemish on the wall was the dent and cracked paint from where his phone crashed against it after hearing the news. Frank tried to break it to him as gently as possible but it didn’t matter, Billy exploded anyway. His strangled screams echoed throughout the penthouse and could probably be heard by the people on the floors below you.

Shards of glass from his dinner plate lay broken on the hardwood floor under the dining room table while you sat there speechless and with a heavy heart trying to figure out what to say.

“Just tell me, Frankie!” He yelled brokenly into the phone.

Billy thought Wilcox had been doing well. Billy gave him a job, a purpose after they served together, and a way to stay close with the team he served with but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to keep the nightmares away, or to keep his PTSD and depression from taking over.

It didn’t stop him from locking the doors, putting on his dress uniform, and taking his own life. It happened to veterans more often than it should and Billy tried to do as much as he could to make sure his team had tools at their disposal to try and make each day easier than the previous one.

But sometimes that pull was just too strong. You could only imagine the gnawing grief and guilt surviving veterans felt after returning from overseas.

The questions they must constantly ask themselves and how, more than likely, they’re just never the same after that. But it didn’t stop Billy from trying to help his fellow combat veterans. He told them they weren’t useless and they could still do some good after coming home. They could still serve, still have a purpose and show them that it wasn’t for nothing.

Billy gave them a chance and an opportunity but sometimes it just wasn’t enough. There was still something missing.

And now, long after the funeral service had concluded, long after everyone had gone home and went their separate ways, it was just you and Billy left standing in silence. He had a lingering sadness in his eyes and his cheeks were flamed with anger as he tightly gripped your hand.

You wondered what he was thinking about, if anything at all and you tried to decide whether or not to say anything to him. You opted to just squeeze his hand and rest your head against his arm.

You had learned to be patient with Billy and he would talk when he was ready, which you hoped would be soon.

The silence on the ride home was deafening. There was no music or conversation, just the sound of the engine humming along and the traffic outside.

One corner of your mouth turned up into a slight smile when he reached for your hand in the car with his hand trembling slightly as it closed over yours.

Once inside the elevator, Billy began to loosen his tie and he unbuttoned the top buttons on his crisp white dress shirt.

You knew he’d never wear that shirt or tie again.

Your fingers were still cold and numb from being outside for so long. They were taking forever to warm up so you decided to make some tea and then you could warm your hands on the mug.

Billy sat with his eyes fixated on the dent in the wall, his long agile fingers scratched at the bristles of his beard as he took a deep breath and let out a long exhale.

The low sounds of the water churning and bubbling inside the tea kettle echoed throughout the penthouse and stopped suddenly when you filled his cup and it started to boil again when you set it down on the hot burner. After placing the mug in front of him, you turned to walk back to the kitchen for yours when he grabbed your wrist.

“Seventeen.” Whispered Billy.

You turned to face him but his gaze was directed down at the floor.

“Seventeen what, baby?” You asked.

Billy brought his gaze up to meet yours.

“Before today, I had been to 17 funerals.” He said with a hitch in his voice and a desolate look in his eyes.

You dropped to your knees so you could be eye level with him.

“Oh Billy…I can only imagine what this is like for you, burying your friends like this, I…I just wish I knew what to say. I wish I could take your pain away and put it someplace where you won’t feel it.” You said softly.

A sob rose in your throat and your eyes shined with unshed tears.

“But I can’t and I am so so sorry, baby. I know you process things like this in your own way but is there anything I can do? Anything?” You asked.

A slight smile stretched across his lips and his shoulders relaxed as he replied, “I could just use a hug…my sweet girl.”

You rose to your feet and pulled his head into your chest, held him tightly as your fingers raked through his raven colored hair and he snaked his arms around your torso. Billy squeezed you so tightly, you thought you heard your back crack as he let out a long exhale. You could feel his warm breath travel through the fabric of your shirt and forcefully hit your skin.

In his own way, Billy was starting to process his grief and you would hold him for as long as he needed you to. You knew he was grateful he didn’t have to go through this alone.

For a long time, he was scared that he would become just another statistic, a number on a piece of paper but he made a choice. Billy chose to be better and not feel sorry for himself even though it was easier to make excuses because of what happened to him as a child. It was easy to give into those inner demons that are always there and blame others, but Billy was a fighter, he was strong, and he would never give up.

He still had nights when the nightmares nearly suffocated him while he slept and the crushing grip they had over him where he kept trying to swim for land but he wasn’t getting any closer to shore. Those nights where he was strangled by his own screams broke your heart but you were never far away and you were able to soothe him, comfort him, and tell him that he was ok.

Wilcox’s nightmare was over but he would never have another one. He would never have another chance to have a better day after a rough night or to talk about it with fellow veterans that also struggled just like he did.

“Maybe if he had someone like you, baby. Maybe he’d still be here.” Said Billy.

Moving a stray hair that had tumbled into his eyes, you then sat down in his lap and continued to rake your nails against his scalp.

You kissed him on the forehead, smiled, and replied, “You give me too much credit, my love. I’m not sure I deserve it.”

“You’ll never know how much you’ve helped me, sweet girl. Life was a lot harder before you. I need you to know that.” He said, looking into your eyes.

Billy wiped the tracks of your tears away from your cheeks, inched closer to your face, and gently pressed his lips to yours.

As you brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs, you smiled and said, “I’ll always help you, Billy. I love you.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He said. “And…thank you.”

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niallsgoldhoop · 10 months ago

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Chapter One

Niall

I’ve always loved the smell of fresh cut grass.

When I was a teenager it usually meant that someone was about to hand me some cash for taking care of their lawn.

Now?

Now it reminds me of how lucky I am to spend my days at my favorite place on earth and call it work.

To call it mine.

Standing with a steaming cup of coffee in my hand, I can’t help but smile as my eyes look out over the perfectly manicured rolling green hills.

“Ready for another day?”

Rory Barnes steps up next to me with his own cup of coffee. When we met years ago, neither one of us expected that one day we would get to work side by side. Hiring him as a general manager has remained one of the best business decisions that I’ve ever made.

“You know I’m always ready.” I laugh. “Anything interesting going on today?”

Rory blows out a breath, the steam from his coffee disappearing. “Not that I know of. I’ve got a few final interviews so that we can hire a new marketing executive since Rhonda retired.”

“Rhonda will be missed. How many people are you down to?” Turning to face him, I drain the rest of my coffee and cross my arms over my chest.

“There’s four.” Keeping his gaze over the vast expanse before us, he smiles. “I think I know who would be the best fit, but I wanted to give everyone the same amount of interviews to try and steal my attention like they have.”

“Whoever you think is best works for me.” My watch vibrates on my wrist with a reminder of a meeting in ten minutes. “I’ve got to get to my office, but just let me know how it goes, okay?”

Lifting his coffee cup in my direction, he smiles. “Have fun with that.”

Laughter mixes between the two of us as I walk away, headed through the oversized glass doors and through the open floor plan of the clubhouse. It’s been four years and every single day that I get to walk on this property it still blows my mind.

As soon as I step into my office, my eyes travel across the awards and trophies and all the way up to the framed green jacket hanging above from my desk.

My office is a highlight of the career that I once had— the one that felt like it was cut short after a few too many surgeries, but also the career that gave me everything that I have now.

Sitting down in the plush chair and reaching for the tortoise shell glasses that sit on my desk, they rest on the bridge of my nose as I pull up the reports and grab a notebook and a pen from the ‘best boss’ mug that one of my employees bought me.

Meetings always seem to be one of my least favorite places to be, but when you own and run a prestigious business it only comes with the territory. So I put on a smile as the screen on my computer fills with other faces, thankful that this is one meeting I don’t have to travel for.

Not that I don’t like to travel, but sometimes it’s nice to be where you are.

It’s nice to be home.

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If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the grocery store.

At least after work.

Everyone rushes around trying to grab things without paying any attention to their surroundings.

It feels like an actual nightmare every single time.

Usually I make a point to come early on a Sunday morning or just have my groceries delivered, but sometimes there is something I need that just isn’t already in my pantry.

Like ice cream.

That’s the real reason that brought me here yet the basket hanging from my arm is full of other odds and ends.

Mostly things that I definitely don’t need.

Muscle memory takes me closer to the frozen foods, specifically the ice cream I’m desperate for, only when I turn to go down the aisle my body collides with another sending the basket in my arm and theirs crashing to the ground.

In a matter of seconds, the lighter tan color of my pants seems unrecognizable as dark soda explodes at my feet and covers the fabric along with the pickle juice from a broken glass jar.

So not only do I have soda dripping down into my shoes, I now smell like I’ve showered in pickle juice.

“Oh my fucking god, I am so sorry!” The dark haired woman drops to her knees to start trying to pick up the pieces of glass that she can. “I can pay you for new pants— Or to have those cleaned.”

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I crouch down and reach for her hand before pulling it away from the broken glass so that she doesn’t cut herself, an odd sensation zipping through me at the touch. “Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen.”

“No, really.” Rich, chocolate brown hair falls down into her face only for her to push it back behind her ear. “I’m sorry. It was stupid of me to not pay attention to where I was going because I was in a hurry.”

She lists off the exact reason why I didn’t want to come to the grocery store tonight, yet for whatever reason, I can’t find it in me to be annoyed.

Quite the opposite actually.

“It’s not the end of the world, I promise.” Grabbing the things from my basket and placing them back inside, I stay crouched in front of her. “Are you alright? Hurt anywhere?”

“No, everything is fine.” With a small smile, she follows my actions by placing her things in her basket minus the broken pickle jar and the soda that has soaked into my pants. “I’m not hurt. Well, besides my pride at least.”

“You sure?” I ask as we both stand up. “I’d hate for you to be hurt.”

Looking from her left to her right, she takes a step back from me with a tight smile on her full pink lips. “Yeah, I’m sure. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” I smile. “Besides my pants.”

“Really, I can pay for—“

Waving my hand in front of my face, I give her another smile of my own. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay.” Her dark chocolate gaze drops down to her basket full of snacks and a couple pints of ice cream. “Have a good night.”

With that she turns on her heel and makes her way out of the aisle faster than I may have seen anyone move before, leaving me standing alone at the scene of the crime.

Alone and covered in soda.

And smelling like pickles.

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THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!!

let me know what you think!!

-Alex 🍀

ps i know this is SO SHORT but i’m gonna update the other chapters too!!

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vickyyoon · 2 years ago

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Your Professor Bang Chan - 3 (ending)

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: Angst + fluff in the end

Paring: professor!bangchan x fem!Reader

Synopsis : after you two somewhat broke the connections, you keeping bumping into memories with him and end up trying to tell him..

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A/n : thank you all for loving this fic so much but this might be the last one of this series. Hope you find the ending sweet...

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After that night, you never went back to him. You only had a few weeks left till this year was over and maybe in the future, he wouldn't be your professor.

But you were too hurt to think about that night, you couldn't find the wrong and the right that night.

You left before he woke up and he expected it. He himself wish he had kept quiet, but out of a tiresome feeling of just being used he blurted out the deep thoughts.

You couldnt see yourself the same after that night and so did he. You wondered how easy it would be without him but boy you were wrong...

You enter the lecture hall the same day but you attention was diverted into the huge window. chan wanted to call you out but he was couldnt.

Your face looked dried out and pale. Your lips were white and dead. You're eyes were swollen and you looked tired. You obviously couldn't find peace.

You didn't stay any longer after your classes. You locked yourself up.

Remembering how chan used to take you out on little dates far far away from the city where no one would recognize you, just tk spend time with you.

He gave you what ever you wanted every time. Money didn't have any value when he was with you. On the other hand chan was looking for you because you usually stay after classes. He remembered how you used to buy him little snacks as gifts randomly, you knew what were his favorites more than anyone else.

Some days near the ending of this year you finally head out and open your messages to text him but then you remember you were his nobody.

While at the pharmacy to pick up somethings you spot chan and look away. Something slashed your heart into pieces seeing him. He doesn't notice you until you both end up in front the counter.

You could see yourself from the glass door how bad you looked beside him. You would be hugging him but you couldn't.

He stares at you as you leave after checking out. Hid eyes follow your figure walk out emotionlessly.

You couldn't get enough sleep, even after taking your pills. Usually these nights you would call him and he would bring you food but you were turning sick due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was sleeping with him that you needed desperately.

Chan couldn't focus on work especially when he made you so upset, he felt like he just committed a sin. He really wanted to tell. You that but somewhere in his mind he was ashamed to apologize.

You didn't want to see him but you needed to see him if he was alright or if he was with someone else, something you did without him knowing was look after him when he was outside.

Soon the stress of not seeing you got chan sick, he missed you all day. Mumbling your name sometimes when his fever turns high because you used to rush to him and take care of him when he was sick, not leaving him for a second. You used to tell him your stories, sing him songs, tell him jokes all while holding his hands. He got to know a lot about you when he was sick.

Just the last days before the exam you were experiencing the worst headache of your life. You were breaking down and your head was exploding. You were in the floor bawling and crying with your nose bleeding. Something was wrong but you didn't know.

Luckily your next door roommate heard you and called you an ambulance. Before you knew it you were stabilized in the hospital bed. You had too much stress and it got bad.

" I can say it's very common for students in their final or people who suffered relationship impacts but you should stop for a while."

You knew it was him on your mind that caused you stress but you didn't want to bother him by coming back. You were probably a burden to him.

He gets to hear about your breakdown and your location, he decided to drive there and see you.

Looking at you he couldn't say anything. You were pale and skinny, you were barely alive. He sits beside you and you open your eyes to see him.

He tries to act formal. Like your teacher giving you advice but you don't want to believe that he's calling you that.

" could you pass me that bottle? The orange one." and he stared at your huge table of pills. Pills that deal with your mental health and sleep.

" am I still just a student to you?" you softly asked. He looked down as slowly shook his head.

" then what am I? I hope I'm still somebody in your life." your voice ached but you had to say it.

" a-am I still your channie then? I-if I'm still. Your favorite channie then your still my y/n" his voice was shaky starting to crack. You smiled slowly watching him still avoiding your gaze.

He just apologized when he didn't want to. He really wanted to say it long time ago.

" that was the cause of my stress, the thought of my channie being mad at me. If it's my fault, then I'm really really sorry and if it means loosing my limbs to have you then I'll do it. I can tell you don't want to say sorry atleast say it first." you said and he only wished he didn't make that obvious.

You smile at his red face, he was embarrassed and your hand looked for his but he pushed it away. Surprising you.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't deserve me." he blurted trying to get up and leave.

But you grabbed his wrist " it'll hurt me more if you leave, please." you said as he sat back down.

He remembered when before you passed his exams, he admired your sweet, childlike, innocent and pure behavior from afar.

" if you never gave me that opportunity then I would be lost in studies. I would never find someone like You. I was glad you made the first move but it made me happy to know that you would be mine even for just 3 years." you reffered to your 3 years left in university.

You made sure to not loose him before university. Atleast he wasn't mad at you anymore.

He cried onto your shoulder the entire night, opening up to you about the past few days without you.

The last day before graduation you made him promised that he'll never find someone else after your completion of university. You wanted to wait for your graduation to really be his officially.

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thecircularsystem · 28 days ago

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Any others of your tag phrases you particularly like for whatever reason? Feel free to go as personal or as impersonal as you want, ofc.

- Raie

[Send me asks so that I can chip away at the 200k words I was supposed to write this month!]

For me, personally, we settled into Armageddon Comes While I'm Sleeping pretty quickly! A favorite song of mine when I was in high school was Armageddon by Alkaline Trio. It seemed to connect well to me with what I was going through -- depression with a major key, yknow?

If I had to make other tags for myself now, here's some concepts I would go with (but nothing speaks to me more than what I've got currently). Pulling these out of thin air:

Falling Faster (based on the song of the same name)

How Can I Sleep With All This Noise (a comment on my recovery)

My Blue Heart Floods (blue is my associated color, double meaning of "flooding")

Anarchy Never Felt So Dead Inside (two of my fave songs, comment on my original role)

Pride In The Fall (comment on my new role)

Nice! I love making these fun tags. Curtis actually made the original ones. If I had to do everyone else...

RICE

Come Sail Away

Mostly Flying Toward The Sun

The Original Icarus

Going Against My Grain

The Sea Looks Like The Sky At Night

SIERRA

Nails Hair Hips Heels (she wants to end me for this lol)

Perfect Is The Latest Trend

The 2010s Want Me Back

Nostalgia Makes The Best Lipstick

Red Like Roses

CURTIS

The Most Fun Someone Can Have

Poison Tastes Sweeter

Filled With Purple Smoke

Coming Out Of The Glass

Spiders Webbing Caught You Up

NUMB

The Square Root of Nothing

Those Horns Are Sharp

Dark They Were And Golden Eyed

In The Study Nearly Napping

Halfway To Human

DEBRA

Karma's Got Nothing On Me

Everybody Knows

I Need To Speak To Your Manager

Bring In The Support Beams

Shadow On The Floor

LED

Wonderfilled And Laughing

Sitting On The Edge With You

Sunshine And Rainbows But Better

Golden Or Yellow Hue

Let The Night Take Hold

SIE

My Heart Is Exploding With Love

Pink Is The Best Color

Something About Taxes

Kisses Mwah Mwah XO

You Should See My Secret Drive

ROY

Anger Is A Second Name

Jack And Me Got A History

A Baseball Bat Beside My Bed

Country Girls Make Do (just to make him blush over there lol)

Two Heads Are Better But I’ll Make Do

OCTAVIAN

The Forest Is In Me

Living Up To My Name

Listen With Your Heart And Mind

Far Above The Crystal Grove

Whistle While You Work

I’ve Become A Dear Again

The Bells Are Ringing Clear

Hark Is A Dumb Word Anyway

Television Signal Static And Snow

Clouds Aren’t All Cotton Candy

GAZI

A Garden Just For Me

Siege and Carthage Filmed For Me

Red Strings Tie Me Down

Smile DK For The Camera

When Somebody Loves Me

AVERY

Hurry Hurry Hurry

Cyan Colored Paint And Blood

Ripping Off Spider Legs

They Say Where’s The Next Hit

A Motherfucking Killer Queen

(The following two actually wrote their own when they split, not Curtis, so theirs fit them perfectly. Here’s my ideas tho)

WISTERIA

The Longest Winded Ramble

A Side Of Tea With Brandy

Flip A Coin

Apparently Normal Never Looked Like Me

Green Light Sparkles In The Haze

EMORY

Desire And Praise

Daddy Said It’s Too Late For Me

You Try Being Me For Once

Another Wretched Pawn

Shoot Before You See The Target

#sign offs #lol that was genuinely so fun #armageddon comes while im sleeping #asks #not sure if I’ll main tag since this one’s like #just personal #but man I enjoyed that

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undignifiend · 4 months ago

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(While no main characters are involved, I wrote this imagining it in a Tales of Arcadia AU as a highly unlikely event wherein my pet idiots escape the Darklands - possibly with the rest of the Gumm-Gumm army, but if so, they're all laying extremely low - and somehow get acquainted with some random Arcadian. What started out as a practical contact for recon purposes somehow develops into a weird friendship over time.)

(I'm not a story analyst/critic and neither are any of my trollish muses. This lot had opinions - especially Zahn, he's a professional yapper - so i wrote them down for fun.)

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A beat of silence followed the start of the credits; the latest in a series of horror films Valerie's adoptive group of subterranean hooligans had expressed curiosity in. While the horror-movie binge was a favorite October tradition, Valerie hadn't been all too keen on this particular film.

She'd seen it once before and was left feeling like she had missed something vital. Which usually meant another watch was worth it. Perhaps the team would help, but they were just as likely to argue each other in circles as they were to help each other comprehend messages and themes.

"Bitchin' soundtrack, at least," Dezoka remarked, big enough to have one arm spread across the back of the couch while she sat on the floor in front of it. Every line of her looked relaxed save for the displeased curl of her scarred lip.

"That's another word you shouldn't say around Danica," Valerie advised politely.

The little girl Dezoka had brought to the Surface with her was asleep in the bedroom down the hall. And due to their keen hearing, each of the trolls seemed comfortable with a volume so low Valerie had needed subtitles.

"Initial thoughts?" Ulvek invited, sitting against the wall next to the couch. "Still gathering mine." Half the interest this team seemed to find in movies was in dissecting commentary on human perspectives, values, fears, and patterns. And practicing the local languages. A form of cultural recon.

"I got a piece of something, but it's not coherent yet," Zahn grunted, sprawled on the floor halfway through the open sliding glass doors to the backyard patio. At least it was a pleasantly cool night. It was the only way he'd fit.

"Right," Dezoka took point, as was her habit. "So, I thought it was commenting on how societal ills shape personal ones. How a culture that exploits and discards its environment, exploits and discards its people. And in such a societal 'winter,' the people are left to eat or be eaten under a system that only pays lip service to the same tragedies it causes, while ignoring and exacerbating them."

She threw her hands in the air with a tired snarl. "And then somewhere in the last half it seemed to lose the metaphor in favor of 'How Does Fight Big Monster'. What was the younger child's death supposed to represent in the midst of all that? It was the hardest part to watch."

"I know. Sounded just like a whelp in the end," Ulvek muttered, finished with the popcorn and giving Valerie's ceramic bowl a threateningly contemplative look. "Uncanny. They probably had a changeling on the design team."

"I'd bet on it," Dezoka insisted. "The whole 'Oops I transformed wrong and exploded my human body' is a pretty common nightmare, too." Her mane bristled for half a second and she cleared her throat. "That's what I heard."

"Uh-huh," Zahn grunted, half-distracted as he watched the credits and turned something over in his mind, drumming his claws against the carpet.

"Think it could be a metaphor for how a callous, colonial society demonizes people struggling with addiction and abuse?" Ulvek speculated uneasily before crunching the bowl. Valerie groaned in defeat. He didn't seem to notice, little ceramic chips tumbling from between his fangs as he continued crunching and talking. "But projecting colonial rhetoric onto a marginalized people's symbols - "

"Projection's the point!" Zahn erupted.

"Voices down," Valerie hissed.

"Right, fine," Zahn made an attempt to contain himself. It didn't look easy with that manic glint in his eyes. "But that's the protagonist's core issue, see? The story is as much about her interpretive frame as it is about everything within it. She keeps projecting her own experiences onto Lucas, and her own resentment onto her brother, and seems to have made up her mind that her brother didn't go through anything like what she did. She's so certain of what others are feeling and thinking, and I think that's what drives her to look at anyone she doesn't identify with to some degree as The Enemy. It allows her to wipe doubt from her mind, and act - and give up on people, no matter how much it pains her - with certainty."

"So, this is one of those ones where the protagonist is tragically wrong?" Ulvek hummed.

"It must be!" Zahn doubled down, thumping the floor with a fist. Pictures rattled on the wall, but otherwise held their places. "The story wants you to acknowledge that murdering a child - metaphorically or not - was not a necessary evil. She's simultaneously killing the last remaining shred of her own innocence in believing the child is too corrupted to save. As we established last week, human ideals don't really believe in necessary evil. Their stories overwhelmingly portray it as cowardice; choosing fear over love; a failure to commit to the righteous path; a justification used by villains, disguised as practicality. This story was sneaky about it. It let you see every step toward Julia's decision. Enough to keep you sympathetic with her. Enough to let you - however briefly - entertain the notion that she might be right."

Dezoka huffed sharply, a gesture Valerie had only seen before when the she-troll sparred. As if she was psyching herself up or pushing through pain. "So. This is about the pitfall where even those who have experienced trauma, can still sometimes demonize others with trauma."

"And in so doing, inflict further trauma," Ulvek noted.

"Perpetual trauma machine," Dezoka mused.

"Exactly!" Zahn snapped his fingers, and Valerie thought she could feel a small shockwave from it. "This story is about her own transformation. Abusers don't see themselves as monsters, they're always trying to justify their actions. And that's looking like the core of what humanity sees as a loss of humanity - or rather, their ideals. A loss of humility. She was so wrapped up in her certainty. In committing violence upon - what she saw as - the oversimplified representation of the violence that had been done to her, that she could no longer see the abuse she inflicts in turn on others who are experiencing their own traumas, for what it is! It was her lowest-point that she didn't even recognize! Her own moment of harming an innocent and telling herself she's right to do so. She's stuck in the past, thinks she knows best, that she's fighting her father, and can't accept that it's not all about her! Her brother was right! She couldn't even connect with him in that moment, and see that he'd been traumatized, too. She just stormed off and left him there, again! That hospital scene is the most important one in the whole film. Everything's right there!"

"Did you put catnip on your popcorn?" Dezoka demanded, an envious glint in her eyes.

"Hell yeah I did," Zahn preened. "Only it's not popcorn, it's drywall, and cigarettes from behind the gas station. Jealous?"

"Don't eat my drywall!" Valerie yelped. "What is this place to you, the goddamn gingerbread house?!"

"It's gas station drywall this time, I promise!" Zahn insisted at the same time as Ulvek gave her a cheerful "Yeah."

A tiresome round of bickering followed, during which Dezoka got up to go pillage the spice rack, garbage bin, and mini-fridge. Ulvek requested Suspiria next.

By the end of Suspiria's credits, Valerie found herself clinging to Dezoka's side.

The she-troll had wrapped a heavy arm around her like a shield, but otherwise remained preoccupied with using a cruel looking knife to spear pieces of seasoned, throw-away gristle and giblets, and raw mushrooms she had foraged the previous night, and dipping them into a mixing-bowl of stout as if it were soy sauce.

All in mid-argument with Zahn over themes of survivor's guilt and whether or not the necessity of constant, renewed battle with the evils of the past represented an external form of that inner turmoil. Valerie was a little too stunned to keep up with the particulars, but couldn't shake the feeling that they had devolved into nitpicking over semantics again.

Ulvek started interjecting with theories on how that horrifying witchy dance-magic could actually work for real, and Valerie decided enough was enough.

"You know, how about we start watching things Danica can watch with us?" Valerie reasoned. "Let's analyze Bluey."

#writing snippet for fun #Gumm-Gumm OCs in a rare peaceful downtime moment

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mvgnvsvntimvjoris · 2 years ago

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All the cool "weirder" asks, which is maybe all of them? I dunno, I trust your judgment on which ones are the cool ones

I am SO SORRY, I read the ask, told myself to answer later the same days and managed to forget for ages ! But here it is, at last !!!

Weird asks, the cool ones ? You trust me too much with cool, I don't know how to identify cool !

I'll answer them all ! Thank you @mxcasual !

1 : Who is / are your comfort character(s) ? At the moment it might be Gale from Baldur's Gate 3 ? I need my escapism and he's a guy I'd geniunely be friend with. We would go to fantasy therapy together and do magic.

2 : Lighter or matches ? : Matches, I need that scratch before it ignites, it's a primal need ! Also I am just bad with lighters...

3 : do you leave the window open at night ? : If it's not too cold, yes, bring me that outside AIR

4 : which cryptyd being do you believe in ? Sadly none ? I wish for mothman tho, they seem pretty cool

5 : what color are your eyes ? Boring blue, YAWN

6 : why did you do that ? I don't know !

7 : hair-ties or scrunchies ? Scrunchies all the way, velvety black ones if possible

8 : how many water bottles are in your room right now ? Two, one empty and one full !

9 : which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee ? I tried both in various combination and I just don't like coffee when it's not in relation to desserts.

10 : would you slaughter the rich ? Yes

11 : favorite extracurricular activity ? Dreaming ?

12 : what kind of day is it ? I thought we were sunday but it's saturday night

13 : when was the last time you ate ? An hour ago, maybe two ?

14 : do you love the smell of earth after it rains ? Yes, and it drives me mad that I've lost my sense of smell years ago (not covid related, way before that).

15 : are you a parent ? Yes, of two cats, I wish I was a better parent to them

16 : can you drive ? Yes, had to !

17 : are you farsighted or nearsighted ? I never remember which one, but I have glasses !

18 : what hair products do you use ? uuuh Shampoo

19 : imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails ? Absolutely, but don't you dare painting mines, I hate the feeling of it, I have to scratch it off really quick

20 : do you say soda or pop ? Neither, here we say the drink's brand and that's it

21 : something you’ve kept since childhood ? Everything I could, but as one exemple a piece of a door handle I broke. Still have it. I like it.

22 : what type of person are you ? I don't know how to describe myself at all, I'm sorry

23 : how do you feel about chilly weather ? I love it but it doesn't and has me on a hit list.

24 : if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing ? Watching the sunset or the stars, either talking or enjoying silence together

25 : perfume/body spray or lotion ? None ? Allergy is a bitch and strong smells are deadly

26 : a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times ? IRL ? Because I'd have to answer : Failing at something

27 : about how many hours of sleep did you get ? Oh no, uh well last night was a mess, got 2 hours and I'm about to explode because of it

28 : do you wear a mask ? Yes

29 : how do you like your shower water ? Not too hot, barely body temperature, just enough

30 : is there dishes in your room ? No !

31 : what type of music keeps you grounded ? Classical, shits make me cry almost all of the time

32 : do you have a favorite towel ? I have one, my own, not really favorite just here to do the job !

33 : the last adventure you’ve been on ? Going to a concert in another country by car, does it count ?

34 : is there a song you know every word to by heart ? Way too many, sometimes I don't even like the song, but it's engraved. I need brain space but the songs won't go

35 : what’s your timezone ? uuuh, CET ? It's 10pm right now

36 : how many times have you changed your url ? I think twice, because I had a christmas one once

37 : someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years ? My oldest friend, went to school together when we were 12 and still being gentle annoyance to each other ! Also I'm pretty sure i have tumblr mutuals who count too

38 : a soap bar that smells good ? I don't know : ( loved lavender

39 : do you use lip balm ? No, can't stand the texture on my lips, has to get rid of it immediately...

40 : did you have any snacks today ? No, but I had two meals ! (little victories)

41 : how do you take your coffee ? I don't

42 : an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site ? Instagram, another godforsaken site

43 : what’s your take on spicy foods ? I like it a lot, my stomach likes it less :o)

44 : you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it ? Uuuh....********* ******

45 : can you remember what happened yesterday ? A bit ? Showed a monsters book to my oldest niece, then I watched her play minecraft while I played Animal Crossing, made dinner, talked with the fam, watched 3 hours documentaries on the weather, then movie critics, then I fell asleep.

46 : favorite holiday film ? I...by default I think Nightmare Before Christmas ? But that's more because I first saw it when I was a kid (like 6 ?), a familly friend gave it to us as a Christmas movie and VHS's opening short film kind of traumatized me ? I love it for halloween now tho

47 : what was the last message you sent ? "La lumière t'attend !"

48 : when did you first try an alcohol beverage ? Well one christmas when I was a child (no idea the age, around 7 ?), family left and I tried to finish a red wine glass, it was disgusting

49 : can you skip rocks ? YES, it's so fun ! Been years !!

50 : can i tag you in random stuff ? Of course !

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cow-inthe-closet · 5 months ago

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@peemil hi

last song: too close by sir chloe

favorite color: so hard to choose.... i like orange and navy blue a lot though

last book: i do not Rember

last movie: knives out the glass onion for new years

last tv show: i Forgor... i don't watch tv much....

sweet/savory/spicy: i <3 sweet things so much its kind of bad. nothing has ever been too sweet for me

relationship status: my qpp :3

last thing i searched: "piglin trade loot" i've been mining my craft lately

current obsession: in stars and time.... funny timeloop

looking forward to: erm. i dunno. i've kind of been having a Time lately ngl. my first color guard performance is soon though i have a solo

favorite drink: any gay little coffee drink.... the types where its like basically a milkshake. i like when they have chocolate too

song playing 24/7: "jacket over hoodie over shirt" by marco aziel and "something new" by egg

current favorite character: agent 8 is always a classic but i've also been exploding painter pressure & siffrin isat with my mind lately

fun activity i'd like to get into: 3D modeling... i've wanted to for a long time but it seems Hard and i don't like hard things

last video game: in stars and times

last comic: i dunno 🫡

pinging people is scary but anyone feel free to join !! yay yippee

#moo posting #tag game

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acey-wacey · 3 years ago

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Dearly Detested

Pairing - Idia Shroud x Reader

Synopsis - When Idia gets kidnapped by a ghost princess, it's up to you to save him. There's only one problem: you hate him with every fiber of your being.

Genre - non-canon compliant, I don't remember how the story went so I'm making it up, enemies to lovers

Notes - I love to hate Idia. Easily my least favorite character in TWST, but our love-hate relationship makes enemies to lovers so much sweeter.

Explanation for those who haven't played Stardew Valley: In STV, you can romance some of the characters. Once you get to 8 hearts with them, you can ask them to be your partner by giving them a bouquet. 10 is the max heart level unless you get married. Keep this info in mind as Idia Shroud is dweeb.

"Ugh, this is such NPC stuff."

Idia banged his head against the vending machine repeatedly, hoping it would help free his newly bought can of Monster that was stuck against the glass. He shook the machine a few more times to try and wiggle the can free but it wouldn't budge. He leaned his head against the glass and groaned.

"I gave you my three dollars! This isn't fair," he muttered, thoroughly agitated. Just as he was about to give up and head back to the dorm, a shoe slammed right next to his head. Idia shrieked as the can fell to the bottom. He shielded his face from the attacker, only being able to distinguish that someone has reached down and taken the can from the slot.

"Monster this late at night, Shroud?"

Idia tried not to groan as he heard the all-too-familiar voice. When he uncovered his face, you were standing in front on him, tossing the can in the air and catching it with a smirk. Idia scowled and tried to grab at the can.

"Give it. You're gonna make it explode," he said through gritted teeth. When he finally managed to snatch the can away from you, he held it close to his chest like a precious treasure. You just laughed and raised an eyebrow.

"No need to get defensive. I just asked a question," you tried to fight a grin as Idia's hair flared up in annoyance.

"No, you were mocking me."

"With good reason, weaboo. It's almost 11 pm and you're still playing video games, aren't you? I'm gonna take a wild guess and say online multiplayer. Am I right?"

He didn't have to say anything for you to know you hit the nail on the head. The begrudging blush on his cheeks gave more than enough away.

"Well, what are you doing out here anyway, huh, normie?" he sputtered, trying to regain his confidence you so easily stole. "I at least have a good reason for being up this late."

"First of all, nobody in the whole world except you would call League a good reason to be up late," you put quotes on "good reason". "And second, I'm taking a, uh, late night stroll. Helps me sleep."

Idia let out a laugh and leaned against the vending machine.

"That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard," he scrutinized, making you huff in anger. "What do you have to hide?"

You mumbled something under your breath that Idia had to strain to hear.

"Come again?"

"I was getting a Monster too!" you yelled, frustrated with Idia and with your own bad habits. You interrupted him before his own smug grin could spread too far. "But I was studying! We are not the same, Shroud!"

"No, absolutely not," Idia shook his head patronizingly. You glared at him though it did little to invoke the anxiety he was usually such a slave to. "No one would ever dare suggest that your sleep schedule is just as cracked as mine."

"Whatever. This was stupid," you muttered, turning away from Idia and the vending machine. You waved your hand dismissively over your shoulder as you walked away. "I'm just going to forget I saw you."

"I don't even get a goodnight?"

"Go cry to your body pillows about it."

You heard him scoff from behind you but you kept walking no matter how badly you wanted to turn around.

"My prince!"

That got your attention. You whirled around and were met with quite a strange sight.

A blue ghostly apparition had her arms wrapped firmly around Idia's neck. His expression was panicked and when he caught your eye, he barely had time to choke out a strangled "help" before the ghost disappeared with him in tow.

You ran to where Idia had just been and spun around, looking for any traces of him or the ghost.

"What the Seven?"

...

*Phantom Bride hijinks ensue*

...

"Absolutely not!"

You flung up your hands in protest of the idea Crowley has suggested.

"Y/N, we are the only remaining students without an overwhelming commitment," Riddle sighed, having predicted that you wouldn't like the idea of dressing up and rescuing your sworn enemy. "It is our duty to save our fellow classmates."

"Nuh-uh, no way!" you huffed in annoyance and turned to Ace with your hands on your hips. "You don't like this either, right?"

"No, I don't but what choice do we have?" Ace shrugged, already won over by Crowley's promises. "The rest of us are going but if you want to miss out on all the fame and glory, be my guest."

"Fame and glory, henchman!" Grim repeated excitedly. He was practically bouncing up and down at the idea of being on television. Before you could respond, Crowley leaned over to whisper in your ear so no one else could hear.

"If you don't, I'm cutting your allowance."

You scoffed in offense at his threat.

"Hey, I need that! Grim eats for a family of 6 all by himself!" you protested. Crowley just clapped his hands together and smiled "generously".

"Then you'd better hop into that suit, eh, prefect?"

You grumbled complaints all the way to the dressing room.

"There had be some high stakes compensation for this," you thought to yourself as you buttoned your suit jacket.

...

"I object!"

All heads snapped to you as you kicked open the cafeteria doors with Ace and Grim in tow. The courtiers advanced on you but with Ace's bouquet and Grim's fire, the pair made quick work of them.

While they were fighting, you scanned the room to assess the situation as best you could on such short notice. You saw the previous "suitors" frozen still in the corner, most of whom wore a permanent scowl. You saw a frighteningly beautiful phantom in a white dress, her cheeks puffed up with annoyance, and next to her was...

"Seven, have mercy..."

The words left your mouth before you could think. Though, at that moment, you weren't thinking of much beyond the sight in front of you.

You had never seen Idia's hair pulled back like that. In fact, you'd never seen him in anything except his signature puffy coat, but you had to admit he cleaned up really nicely. Black wasn't the most traditional of wedding colors but the gloomy detailing suited him. Of course, he would've looked a lot better if he weren't shaking in his polished dress shoes.

"How dare you interrupt my wedding?!" the phantom yelled, stamping her foot. The courtiers stopped fighting to let her speak. "This is my special day! I want to marry my prince charming!"

"And you will!" you assured, holding your hands out to show you meant no harm. The phantom raised an eyebrow, giving you permission to speak. "If you would, Miss..."

"Eliza," she finished.

"Miss Eliza. I understand that these foolish suitors have all been vying to steal you away from your beloved," you shot a pointed glare at the failed attempts, most of whom rolled their eyes at your theatrics. "But all I ask is that you hear me out."

Eliza looked at you skeptically before nodding slightly.

"Thank you, princess," you bowed your head in reverence and took a deep breath, trying to keep a calm composure as you mentally scrambled for a good argument. "You don't want to marry this man."

"And I suppose you want to marry me instead?"

"Though it would be an honor, that is not my suggestion." For once, all the princess movies you watched as a kid were coming in handy. "I simply mean to imply that this," you gestured to Idia. "is not your prince. He's a selfish, entitled, insensitive a$$hole with a gaming addiction."

Idia gasped in offense at every insult. The disbelief on his face nearly made you break character but you continued improvising. Ace had covered his mouth with his hand to stop from laughing out loud.

"What I mean to say is that he's a stupid jerk and, uh," you stuttered, wracking your brain for how else to convince Eliza to surrender. She didn't look convinced by your performance thus far so you begrudgingly decided it was time to bring out the big guns of rom-com cliche. "He's my stupid jerk."

"What?!"

The yell was repeated by Eliza, Ace, and most importantly, Idia. You desperately wanted to tease him for the splotchy red blush covering his face but you knew that you looked just as ridiculous and flustered.

"You heard me, princess. I love him despite his many flaws." Your voice was shaking but Eliza's expression seemed to have lightened. You poignantly avoided looking at Idia, though you could see the bright pink of his hair flaring up in your peripheral. "We may have hated each other for as long as I can remember, but I couldn't help but fall for him. I'm sorry, Eliza but I just can't let him marry you without knowing that I'm in love with him!"

Now you looked Idia directly in the eye. You sincerely hoped he knew you weren't serious, though to be perfectly honest, you didn't know if you were serious. Sure, the romance trope exaggeration was there but nothing you said was untrue.

Now Eliza's eyes were brimmed with tears. She clasped her hands to her chest as if she were overwhelmed with emotion. She looked between you and Idia and fanned her eyes.

"That's just beautiful," she sobbed, delighted to see a real romance novel unfolding before her. "I could never part the two of you, not when you're so perfect for each other. It's like a real fairytale!"

You held your breath, not wanting to slip up and incur her wrath again. She dabbed at her teary eyes with a lace handkerchief one of her courtiers had supplied.

"You're right, darling! I can't marry someone with such a love story ahead of them!" She snapped her fingers and Idia's chains were released. He took a deep breath and tripped over himself getting as far from Eliza as he could. He attempted to hide behind you, grabbing your arm like a frightened child. Eliza just giggled. "Aren't they so cute, Puffy? I just adore enemies to lovers!"

As soon as Eliza released the spell on the other students, you were out the door, not bothering to listen to whatever the puffy ghost seemed to be confessing to the princess. Since Idia seemed to be frozen to the spot, you grabbed his hand and dragged him all the way back to the Ignihyde dorm.

The silence went into for too long. You were about to open your mouth to break it when Idia beat you to it.

"That was, uh, quick thinking back there." It didn't escape your notice how he kept his gaze firmly on the ground in front of him. "For a second, I almost thought you were being serious."

He cursed under his breath, silently wishing he hadn't said anything in the first place. You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your neck.

"Being good at deceiving people isn't exactly something to be proud of," you sheepishly admitted. You looked at him for a split second before looking away again. "And for what it's worth, I wasn't lying about everything."

Idia didn't have time to say anything before the rosy pink glow on the tips of his hair gave him away. You held back a chuckle at his bashfulness.

"It's true that you are a selfish, entitled, insensitive a$$hole with a gaming addiction."

You couldn't keep in your laughter as Idia physically deflated. He pouted at you as you wiped a joyful tear from your eye.

"Quit laughing! As if getting kidnapped wasn't bad enough, I had to deal you pretending like you loved me!" Idia scoffed, his cheeks still flushed with what you assumed was frustration. "My energy bar is already at low so can you just drop it?"

You put your hands up in surrender, confused by his suddenly defensive demeanor.

"I'm sorry, jeez! I didn't know you hated me so much that even the idea of me having feelings for you is so physically revolting," you tried to keep your tone teasing and light but you couldn't help feeling disappointed, even though you knew he'd never liked you.

"I never said that!" Idia insisted defensively. You rolled your eyes and turned to leave, your smirk falling as soon as he couldn't see you. "For the record, I wouldn't care if you liked me!"

"Good because I don't!" You threw your hands up in frustration and started back towards the main campus.

"Wait!"

You turned around, expecting Idia to say something even more condescending. What was shocking was how sheepish he looked. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see Idia Shroud hunched over and sulking but he looked regretful not just anxious.

"I don't hate you, Y/N," he mumbled, nervously rubbing his arm. "I just... don't know how to act in this kind of situation IRL."

"What situation?"

He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again. He repeated that process a few times before his face was so red you thought he was going to explode.

"Idia?"

"Having... Feelings. For you," he finally managed to sputter out. He really wished he was wearing his hoodie so he could disappear into it. "Dating sims make love look so easy but you don't have a heart meter and I'm too much of a coward to get daily interactions."

"You mean, that you..." You were so shocked you could barely form words. Idia settled for hiding behind the collar of his suit jacket. You giggled while thinking that he kind of looked like a turtle in it's shell when he tucked into his jacket. "You like me? For real?"

"For real. I didn't even consider myself a romanceable until you got isekai-ed into our world and now I'm at 8 hearts for you." He was internally praying that you understood his niche video game references and didn't think he was a total dweeb. "If you meant a word of what you said to Eliza, would you, maybe, consider making it 10 hearts?"

He closed his eyes, bracing for your reaction. When he heard you step closer, he had expected a slap in the face, but definitely not for you to grab his hands gently.

"And where's my bouquet, huh?" you teased, though you couldn't keep a giddy smile from creeping onto your lips. You laughed as Idia's hair seemed to flare up in a burst. He looked at you in shock and adoration as you smiled. "I want a proper proposal, weaboo."

"We could, um," Idia gulped, trying to find the right words with you staring at him so tenderly. "Co-op on my farm in Stardew and then I'd take you to the pier or somewhere more, uh, romantic."

You smiled and extended your arm to him jokingly. He took your arm and covered his blushing face with the other hand. You giggled as his shyness and gestured for him to lead to way to his gaming room.

"Sounds perfect."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #disneytw #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #ignihyde

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devils-dares · 3 years ago

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happy 400! can i have 16 from the enemies list with matt

thank you for your request! i hope you don't mind, i changed the prompt a little to fit the story better.

16-enemies to lovers: a heated argument turns into making out

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It was a business meeting. That’s all it was for you, a visit to Hell’s Kitchen for a business meeting. How you found yourself on a trip down memory lane, only to find him at the end of it, felt like a joke. You decided to go to what used to be your favorite coffee shop, which was a risk, given how it was also his favorite coffee shop and also in close proximity with his office. In all fairness, he was there before you. It wasn’t like you could leave though, if you’d seen him then he already knew you were there.

“Order for Matt!” The world was a joke, you were sure of it, as he went up to grab his coffee in that gray suit that hugged his body just right, your favorite one on him, you’d told him in a past life.

Life was funny. Hilarious, even. He took his drink back to the counter, saying something along the lines of, “It doesn’t smell right.” and lo and behold, it was your drink.

His stomach sank and his heart fluttered at the same time upon hearing your name. You approached the counter, your heart racing and the smell of stress sweat filling the air, but there was one more scent that gut punched Matt. The smell of your shampoo. You’d never changed it, the faint natural scent of coconut and lavender floating in the air. He remembered the night you swore to change your old shampoo, shortly after he told you his secret. You’d apologized profusely because you never realized that the chemicals in your shampoo were affecting him that much. He tried to convince you that it was fine, but you played it off as the natural stuff being better anyways.

You hadn’t changed it, and that made him ache. Almost everything about you was still the same and that made him hurt even more, and you were thinking the same about him. There was a bruise covered with concealer on his face, somethig you had taught him right before a major court case. It was a long afffair, and at the end he took you out to a fancy restaurant because he won.

“Hey, I think this is yours.” He says, apporaching you as if your were a bomb about to explode.

“Uh- yeah, that’s mine.” You grab the coffee quickly and gun it for the exit before you ended up saying something stupid before he called out your name.

“It was… it was nice seeing you.”

“You too, Matt.” He kicks himself for not being able to extend the conversation with you until he decides to call out once more.

“Can we catch up? If you’re not busy, of course.” He stops you in your fast-paced tracks.

“Oh! Actually I’m here for business, I’m heading out of town in a couple days, real busy.”

“Oh.” And it was something about the way the word left his mouth, like the last bit of hope he had for the two of you had been snuffed out. There was no way he actually held out hope, right? He knew what he did wrong, he knew why it ended. But you look up at him again, the red lenses of his glasses just transparent enough allowing you to see his eyes.

“I could be free tonight.” His head perks up.

“Tonight? Yeah, I could do tonight.”

“Cool, do you still have the same number?” You asked, and as soon as the words left your mouth you realized what you said.

“You kept my number,” he murmured, “yeah, I still have the same number.”

“Alright, I’ll let you know.” You really didn’t want to go, but it was something about how Matt looked when he realized it was you that had you hooked, just like all those years ago.

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You had found yourself at the Indian restaurant where the two of you shared your first date. The chili peppers hanging from the ceiling still glowed all the same, and the wine was that same cheap stuff you and Matt used to thrive on. After a few glasses of wine and a rich, hearty meal, the two of you were walking slowly to your hotel.

“How’ve you been?” He asks, breaking the awkward silence.

“Good, actually. The transfer to the sister location did good for my career. I travel a lot now and get to discover so many new places.” He smiled, genuinely looking happy for you.

“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.”

“How’s the firm? Foggy and Karen?”

“They’re doing great, the firm is booming from our last few cases so we’re getting a huge influx of clients.

“That’s great to hear, Matt, you deserve it.” Another beat of silence passes.

“How’s your other job?” You ask as he takes a sip of wine and coughs on it.

“Uh- well. It’s going well. Not much to share, crime’s been down.”

“So you’re getting hurt less?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m happy that Karen and Foggy know, at least, you need someone in your corner.”

“You used to be in my corner.” The sentence catches the both of you off-guard.

“Matt-”

“Is that why you left?” You sighed.

“Can we not do this?”

“I found you with your bags packed and tears running down your face, I never got an explanation.” He stops walking.

“I used to be in your corner, that’s what you said, but who was in mine? You were never there.”

“Because-”

“Because you were out saving the city, and you’d come home battered and bruised just for me to patch you up. Matt, there were times I wouldn’t see you for days, you’d come home when I was asleep and leave before I woke up, just for you to appear bleeding out on the floor. Do you know what that did to me? To see your life, both legal and vigilante, consumed by a singular man? You used to scream at me, yell until your face turned red and you were breathing heavy. Do you think I deserved that? I was scared of you, and I couldn’t do that anymore.”

“I didn’t- you never said anything. I didn’t mean to be so horrible to you.”

“I know,” you say, placing a hand softly on his cheek, and he leans into it, “your lives tug you in two different directions, Matty. You’re a good man, one of the best, but you constantly treat yourself like you’re the worst.”

“I’ve been trying my best, since you left. Foggy got mad, told me I needed to take more breaks.”

“I’m proud of you for realizing that.”

“I never deserved you.”

“No, you never deserved what this life threw at you.” His eyes squeeze shut, and he allows you to remove his glasses and wipe his tears away.

“Come here.” He holds you tightly, head buried between your shoulder and neck. You feel his familiar weight against you, that ache of heartbreak setting back in.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but please, just one more chance? I swear I’ll do so much better, I promise you.”

“Matthew, I missed you, I did. And I still love you, but I can’t let myself feel like how you made me feel, okay? If we do this again, if, there needs to be an open line of communication.”

“Anything. Anything to hold you like this again. I swear I’ll do everything. I love you.”

“Matt?”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.” And he does. He gives everything, emotions transcending the physical action. You taste the sadness, the anger, the hurt on his lips. You taste the yearning, the love, the hope. You taste everything that is Matt, and you wind your fingers in his hair to keep him close.

“As much as I love making out with you on the sidewalk, I don’t think the pedestrians like it.” Matt says, pulling away. You giggle.

“Take me home, Matt.” You whisper as he whisks you away into the night.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo

Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader

Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.

Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D

A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️

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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.

The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.

You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.

You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.

Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.

He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.

You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.

You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.

When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”

“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.

“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”

Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.

You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.

“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.

“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.

“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.

The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.

Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”

Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.

You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.

Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.

He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.

Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.

Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”

“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.

Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”

Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.

I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.

No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.

You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.

Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.

When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.

They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.

You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.

You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.

You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.

Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.

“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.

“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.

“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”

Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.

When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.

“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.

Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.

You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.

While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.

You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.

It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.

You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.

Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.

“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.

You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”

Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”

Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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Hey!

Feel free to ignore this if this isn’t appealing to you, but honestly I’m simping over Carol Denvers and could really go for some steamy fluff with her x reader.

Maybe just a dinner date gone dirty talk? Do whatever you want with this! :) Have a great day.

Completely Yours

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: Steamy, but not smutty

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: amazingly, I actually already had a piece I wrote last year that kind of falls into these suggestions! i tweaked the ending a bit from my original writing to hopefully make it more on the steamy side. and there's an element of jealousy/protective Carol. So, I hope this works okay! I immediately thought of it after reading your request :) Also I absolutely love Carol, one of my favorite MCU characters <3 I have a few pieces already written for her but only published on ao3 (and a previous writing blog)

Masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stared at your lipstick collection, completely baffled by the choices. Was the red lip too bold for your lacy black dress? But was the pink lip too simple? Maybe the dress was the problem…

"Stop it," you mumbled to yourself and grabbed the wine red lipstick. You were nearly humored with your brain’s antics. There shouldn’t be anything to overthink given the fact you’ve been on countless dates with Carol. Heck, you don’t even remember being this nervous for your very first date, but, perhaps, the fact this was an anniversary date was maybe getting to you a bit.

You two were two years into the relationship but you still wanted to give it your all especially on such an occasion. You both had been so busy with one thing or another for your first anniversary so there was a lingering duty to make it up — and that’s exactly why the glam had to be perfect, no matter how many times Carol insisted you were gorgeous without it.

A knock came from the bathroom door as you were finishing with the lipstick.

"Babe," Carol called out. "Almost ready?"

You gave your hair a quick glance over and exited the bathroom. You were greeted by your stunning girlfriend all dolled up and looking as lovely as ever.

"All good," you smiled, shamelessly eyeing her.

She gave a knowing smirk, "You look so beautiful."

"Maybe we both clean up well," you teased, shrugging.

Your girlfriend just rolled her eyes at your antics and motioned towards the front door. You grabbed your purse and started heading ahead of Carol. But being the cheeky girlfriend she is, she couldn’t let you get far without giving a teasing tap on your behind. Now it was your turn to shoot her the eye roll which she just laughed away, following you out the door.

***

The restaurant was a busy scene tonight and upon noticing the patrons and their seemingly wandering eyes, Carol was on you in full protective mode. This could’ve been expected no matter where you two had gone and you’ve had to come to terms with that. Carol was quite the protective type and typically you adored it but honestly, it wasn’t necessary in your eyes. There wasn’t a thing — or person — in the world that could whisk you away from your love.

Choosing to ignore her change in demeanor, you pushed through the crowd to the hostess table.

"Thank gosh we made reservations," you said as the hostess left to check on the table.

But your girlfriend didn’t quite hear you. She gave a hum in response while fixated on something at the bar in the corner of the restaurant. You tried figuring out what held her attention but couldn’t pick anything out. Maybe she thought she saw someone she knew? But you dismissed it as you saw the hostess motioning you to follow her to your reserved table.

The two of you settled in and started flipping through the menu. Carol seemed to be occupied by the food selection, which gave you some sense of relief. Fingers crossed whatever had her captivated before had vanished. At one point she even grabbed your hand for a bit, running her thumb on the back of it lovingly as you two browsed.

It wasn’t until the waiter came by for the drink order that you realized she had her guards up the entire time.

"What can I get you two to drink?" The waiter asked.

"Glass of Pinot Grigio for me," you said, turning back to the food items.

When you didn’t hear Carol’s lovely voice responding with her drink order, you glanced up to find her still staring behind you.

"Um, could you give us a second?" You asked the waiter. They just gave a polite smile and headed towards the kitchen.

You sighed, slamming your menu on the table. That got your girlfriend’s attention.

"Carol, what is going on? Is there a galactic threat behind me or something?"

"Honey, no," Carol sighed. "It’s just… This guy at the bar keeps looking at you."

Your jaw dropped. "That’s what this is about? You’re gonna be distracted our entire anniversary dinner because you think some guy is looking at me?"

Carol’s once rigid expression quickly turned soft at your tone. She grabbed your hand across the table, trying to soothe your rising anger. Shaking her head, she said, "No, babe, that’s ridiculous of me."

You put your other hand on hers, nodding. "It is ridiculous. There is nothing worth ruining this night over, okay? You’ve got me, baby, I’m not going anywhere."

"Forever?" She smirked.

"Forever," you mumbled as you leaned across the table to give her a kiss which she happily leaned into.

***

The dinner went very well after Carol calmed down. Drinks helping to ease any worry. You two flirted and giggled as if it was the first all over again and, boy, did it feel magical. Pasta was eaten, wine was sipped… and even kisses were stolen like lovestruck school girls. The man at the bar had been completely forgotten by both of you.

After you two finished your dessert (with a side of Carol’s cheeky comments about dessert after the dessert), you had to run to the restroom. Carol nodded and said she’d wait for you at the front of the restaurant.

With a quick kiss, you departed from the table. In the restroom, you did some make-up retouch up. The night was just heating up in your eyes and you still wanted to look like an absolute dream for your woman — not to mention you were quite antsy from the constant teasing.

After a quick powder and recollecting your items, you reemerged from the restroom. You were fumbling for your phone in your purse, making your way to the restaurant exit, when you slammed into something hard.

A bit dazed, you look up expecting a sudden wall or pole, but instead you were met by some handsome, well-dressed man uncomfortably close. He was smirking down at you, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going." You said, giving your fakest, most polite smile.

Apparently, it worked too well because the man’s smirk turned into a smile with his eyes curiously watching you.

"Trust me, sweetheart, it’s all good."

The pet name made your stomach turn, red flags waving. You let out a breathy laugh and tried stepping around him, but he blocked your attempt.

"Sir, I have someone waiting-,"

"Oh, the girl you were with?" He asked. You gulped realizing this wasn’t any man, this was the man Carol had been nervous about. You really didn’t think there was any man staring at you and that it was just Carol's paranoia kicking in. But no, your girlfriend had been rightfully cautious and you were kicking yourself for being doubtful.

"Sir, really-,"

"I think your friend wouldn’t mind waiting," he said, not only cutting you off but blocking you again with his broad body, his hand coming near your side as if trapping you.

"She’s my girlfriend," you snapped back, blood boiling at his game. "So, I’m not interested."

"Oh, a girlfriend! That could make this a lot more interesting-"

"Hey!" A voice boomed from the dining room entrance. All heads turned towards your clearly pissed-off girlfriend, heels hot marching towards you. She was steaming — well, maybe nearly glowing — with anger. "Get away from her."

"Ah, it’s the girlfriend-,"

"You’re damn right it’s the girlfriend," Carol snapped, eyeing him quite intensely. You knew there wasn’t much stopping her from taking him down this second. "And now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my girl home."

She didn’t even let him get in another syllable before grabbing your hand and leading you to the exit. Patrons eyes were still focused on the rampage occurring but you were way too focused on your girlfriend. You weren’t sure you had ever personally witnessed this side of her. Sure, you two had arguments before, but this was… A lot. She was scared, angry, frustrated… A bottle waiting to explode.

When you two made it back to the car, you went to console Carol but she never gave you a chance. Within seconds you were pressed against the passenger side door, her lips hot and ferocious against yours. She moved with such anger, such passion, you almost let yourself get lost in it but you knew it wouldn’t solve anything like talking would.

"Honey," you gasped for air, pushing Carol gently off of you. You cupped her face with shaking hands. "Hey, I’m sorry."

"No, it’s just…" She pulled away, arms flailing in defeat. "I knew it! I knew that asshole would… God! Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

You sighed, your gaze drifting to your hands, picking at your nude nail polish. "I really didn’t think there was anyone looking at me."

"You innocent, gorgeous woman," Carol chuckled in disbelief. "I feel like I’m always shooing men away from you."

"It shouldn’t matter," you said, grabbing your girlfriend’s nervous hands. "I’m yours, honey. I am yours."

Carol hummed in appreciation and moved closer to you. "Mine?"

You nodded, watching her go from frazzled to lusting. She closed the gap, nearly towering over you as you leaned against the car. Her sweet, strong face was barely illuminated by the streetlights but you saw the love come back to her eyes.

"Really mine?" She asked again as she effortlessly dipped her head and started kissing up your neck. Her hand began making its way down your side, past your hips, where it began caressing the inside of your thigh.

"Yes, Carol, yes!" You giggled, squirming under her actions.

Her kisses made their way up to your face. She whispered so lovingly in your ear, "Maybe, we should get home, then, and you could show me." She paused. "Because I'm definitely itching to show you just how much you mean to me, baby. You wouldn't believe the ideas running through my head."

Briefly, her fingers lingered over your clothed core. You sighed.

"Maybe we should just find somewhere private around here?" you whispered back, motioning towards the backseat door. "I don’t know if I can wait."

And that was very much true. You could already feel yourself soaking through the material of your panties.

"You little minx," your girlfriend laughed, placing a needy kiss on your lips, her thigh subtly grinding into you. "You’re going to kill me one day."

You moaned, pressing yourself against her, your body burning with need. "Not if you kill me first."

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theladyofdeath · 4 years ago

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 12}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby's blogs! >> @snelbz

Life As We Know It Masterlist

Shelby’s Masterlist

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* In case you missed the announcement - we will now be posting chapters 3 days a week! Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. We hope you continue to enjoy the story!

** Trigger warning: Miscarriage.

This chapter is legit a roller coaster, ngl. Enjoy. ;)

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Nesta stood in the living room of Elain’s house with Nyx on her hip, feeling guilty for dropping Nyx off for the night even though Elain was the one to offer.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Gives these little cousins some bonding time.” She reached out and took Nyx’s chubby little hand. “Besides, you and Cassian both need time to recoup.”

She wasn’t about to deny that. It had been a week since her not-date with Balthazar, a week since she and Cassian had uttered more than passing comments on how Nyx had acted throughout the day to each other.

Every time she looked at him, she found him already watching her and the fact got under her skin.

It became an unspoken thing that whenever she cooked dinner, she would make an extra helping and put it in the fridge for him. Not because she felt like she needed to, but because it made her feel better about their awkward arrangement. The longer time went on, the more she realized that as much as she’d been acting like taking care of Nyx together was a death sentence to her social life, he was going through the same thing.

And when she got home, she planned on making dinner for the two of them to share together. A sort of white flag of truce between them.

It was the least she could do. “Call me the second something happens-.”

“We’ll be fine,” Elain said, taking Nyx from Nesta and kissing her sister’s cheek. “Now, go. Relax. Take a bubble bath with some wine or something. Read one of those filthy books you used to hide in your closet.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed.

Elain’s smile widened.

After a tough goodbye, Nesta was heading toward her car and driving back home, making a quick stop at the grocery store just around the corner.

She quickly got all of her fixins, prepared to make one of her favorites - salmon, rice, and green beans. A glance at the calendar that morning told her he would probably be home around five, which gave her just under two hours to make dinner. Easily doable, she’d made three-course meals in less time, for much harsher customers.

Yet she couldn’t figure out why her stomach was in knots.

When Cassian came home, he opened the front door and froze. The quiet in the house unnerved him. Usually, there was some random white noise to fill the house, whether that was the television or one of Nyx’s inane toys that distracted him so well. But as he walked through the house, the TV wasn’t on and he couldn’t hear much of anything.

Until he heard a throat clear from the kitchen.

Instantly, Cassian was on alert, not liking the sound at all, recognizing who it had belonged to, but silently, he made his way into the kitchen.

Nesta was sitting at the table, a plate of food in front of her, with an identical one at the spot he typically sat in.

“What’s…going on?” He asked, slowly taking another few steps into the kitchen.

Nesta stood and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, before taking it back over to where he hovered between the table and the doorway. She held the cold bottle out to him. “This is a truce.”

“A tru-?” He took it, but shook his head, not quite understanding her. “Where’s Nyx?”

“He is having a sleepover with Seph, Elain and Azriel. Elain wanted us to have a night off,” she said, sitting back down at her seat. “So I made us dinner.”

“You made us dinner?” he repeated, staring at the plates. “For the two of us to have? Together? At the same table?”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, unless you don’t want it.”

Cassian cleared his throat as he pulled the chair out across from her and popped open his beer. “I won’t turn down free food. Especially when it’s made by an expert.”

Nesta said nothing more as she cut into her salmon. “An expert?”

“You get paid for cooking,” Cassian said, picking up his fork and collecting a pile of green beans. “That makes you an expert. A professional.”

“This is a lot of compliments,” she said, watching him carefully as he ate.

“Maybe I’m jumping on board with this whole truce thing,” he said, mouth full of food.

Nesta wanted to chastise him about his manners, but bit her tongue. “You weren’t on board with it to begin with?”

He chewed slowly and then set his fork down. “Neither of us have…handled this very well,” he admitted, taking a drink from his beer. “And I’m willing to take a portion of the blame, but not all of it.”

Nesta weighed his words carefully. They were blunt, but not untrue. Sure, he’d acted like an ass many times, but she had only responded in kind. She knew she could be a bitch, and she knew she did it well. Sometimes too well.

“For this to be an official truce,” she began, holding her wine glass in her hand, swirling it once, twice, “there has to be terms we both agree on.” His eyebrows raised, but she pressed on before he could speak. “Mine are that we have to communicate. When you get frustrated or pissed at me, you can’t just bottle everything up until it all explodes. And when I get overwhelmed, I promise not to snap at you or act like such a…”

“A bitch?” He provided, when she stumbled over her words, smiling around the beer bottle pressed to his lips.

She wasn’t able to stop the smile growing on her own face, as she said, “Thank you, asshole. But yes. Those are my terms.”

He took a drink and nodded. “Okay. I think I can handle those.”

“And what are your terms?” She asked, cutting into the flaky fish for another bite.

He was quiet for a moment, debating. Nesta took a sip from her wine glass while she waited, watching as thought after thought passed across his face.

“I want to get to know you,” he said, finally. “I want to know who you are and I want you to know me.”

Nesta cocked her head to the side. It was a simple request, but Nesta wasn’t exactly good at allowing people to get to know rher. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

“A simple conversation will do,” he said, shrugging. “Over salmon and alcohol. Mostly alcohol.” He reached across the small table and picked up her wine bottle, filling up her wine glass to the brim.

“Getting me drunk so that I open up?” Nesta asked, sipping from that wine glass.

Cassian chuckled. “I would never.”

She watched her for a second, before taking another larger drink and setting it down. “Fine. Then it’s a truce.” He smirked, glancing over the table between them and then leaned over to look on the counter. “What?”

“I’m just looking for an official notice.” His smirk grew into an all out grin. “Something to sign. I figured you’d called up Tarquin and had some official documents written up.”

“You think you’re so funny.” She rolled her eyes and he chuckled, reaching an open hand across the table.

“Truce,” he said, taking her hand in his. They shook once, and Cassian was struck by how much smaller her hand was than his, yet by how firm her grip was. It was an impressive, professional handshake.

“So what do you want to know?” She asked, scooping some rice onto her fork and getting a bite of fish to go along with it.

His eyes narrowed as he thought about it and she began to wonder whether they should have laid down some boundaries. But he asked, “You went to the University of Velaris, right? What did you study there?”

Nesta blinked in surprise, not having expected the question. “Business and marketing.”

Chewing slowly, Cassian raised an eyebrow. “Nothing culinary?”

She shook her head. “No, I liked cooking, but I never thought it would become my career. I majored in business and marketing, with a minor in communications.”

“That sounds…” He fought for the words for a second. “Boring.”

Taking a drink of her wine, Nesta chuckled. “Oh, it was,” she admitted. “The longest four years of my life, but I’ve got the pretty, little diploma with my name written on it to show for them.”

“And how did you learn about food? How to cook?”

She shrugged. “I taught myself. I graduated college and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I got a data entry job at a marketing firm and spent my free time in the kitchen, trying and testing and tasting.” She paused, and her eyes fell to her plate. “Before my dad died, he listened to my idea about starting a small restaurant, with a few of my favorite recipes on the menu. He left me the money to do it in his will.”

“And now?” he pressed, although his voice held a certain gentleness. “Are you successful and thriving?”

Nesta snorted. “I make enough to live and pay the few of servers I have. If that’s successful, then I suppose.”

Cassian nodded in appreciation. “I’d say it is. What about the future? Bigger restaurant? Multiple restaurants?”

“Someday,” Nesta said, with a longing in her voice. “And what about you? And your guitars? Surely you don’t want to be a bartender forever.”

Cassian shrugged. “I don’t mind the bartending. Good tips and I meet a lot of interesting people.”

“But?” Nesta asked.

“But,” Cassian repeated, huffing a laugh. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t exactly say that managing a bar is my passion.”

“So, guitars then?” Nesta asked, brow raised. “You’re really talented. Your guitars are beautiful.”

Cassian’s eyes shot to hers, wide as he slowly set down his fork. “Holy shit, did you just compliment me?”

Nesta’s lips pursed as she kicked his shin under the table.

“I’ve always been good with my hands. Not like that,” he said, pointing at her when he saw the smirk growing. “I mean, creating things, playing instruments, even something as mundane as making drinks. If it’s something I can do with my hands, I typically love it and nine times out of ten, I’m good at it.” There was none of the cockiness she’d come to know in his voice. Just pure explanation, and a bit of devotion. “I’ve tried my hand at making furniture and little knickknacks, but there’s nothing that compares to building an instrument from scratch.”

“And you do it all? Yourself?” She asked, taking another bite.

He nodded. “I start with a few rough pieces of wood. Sand it, stain it, and boom, brand new guitar.”

Snorting, she lifted her wine glass to her lips. “I think you may have missed a few steps in there.”

“Well, I didn’t want to bore you,” he chuckled.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” Nesta asked, finishing off the last of her food.

Cassian took a minute to think about it, then shrugged, finishing off his beer. “As long as I can remember. I grew up with my mom in Illyria. They live simply up there. Music is…a way of life. It grew on me quickly. Mom bought me my first guitar that a friend of hers had made before I could even walk.”

Nesta chuckled, quietly. “Just like you did for Nyx.”

Cassian nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. Another drink?” he asked, nodding toward her emptied glass.

“Sure,” she said. “But, wine is gone. I think there’s some tequila in the cabinet.”

Cassian lifted a brow as he rose. “Tequila?”

Nesta grinned as he went to the cabinet. “Make me a drink, bartender?”

Cassian laughed as he grabbed the glass bottle from the cabinet. “I can. What’ll it be? Tequila sunrise? Margarita? Pretty sure we have some lime juice, somewhere.”

“I’m not picky,” Nesta promised.

She heard him laugh. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing that, Archeron.”

“Only where it counts,” she replied, smiling at him. She picked up their empty plates and rinsed them off, loading them into the dishwasher. Turning, she found him setting a shot glass with salt on the rim down on the counter. She chuckled. “That’s not what I asked for.”

“First of all, you technically didn’t ask for anything in particular,” he said, pointing at her as he crossed the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Secondly, this is the most classic drink I can make you with tequila. It’s the oldest recipe in the books.”

She outright laughed. “That’s cause it’s just straight tequila.”

“Exactly,” he grinned and damn it, if her heart didn’t skip a beat. “I lied, no lime juice.”

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “But if I’m doing sloppy shots, you’re joining me.”

“Oh, I never say no to shots,” he said, grabbing another from the cabinet.

He filled them up, and slid one to Nesta, who took the glass in her hand and held it up.

Cassian clinked his against hers, and they tossed them back.

Nesta’s face didn’t change a bit, and Cassian met her steady eyes. “Impressive.”

“Not my first tequila shot, Nazari,” she said, hopping up to sit on the counter. “What else do you want to ask me?”

He leaned down on the countertop, letting his arms lay flat. “Hmm.” He let his fingers drum quietly. “What did you want to be when you grew up? Or was it always a chef?”

She scrunched up her nose. “I was convinced I was going to be a doctor, I wanted to help people. But then I found out how many years of school was required to be a doctor. So I decided I wanted to be a nurse.”

Cassian carefully poured a couple more shots. “And what happened to that dream?”

“I found out that the sight of blood makes me queasy. Sometimes I throw up, sometimes I pass out.”

He laughed. “That seems like enough to throw off a career plan.”

“Yep,” she admitted, picking her wine glass up.

Cassian filled up the shot glasses, once more, and slid hers back to her. She set down her wine glass and snorted as she tossed it back.

“You know what we should do?” Nesta asked, and Cassian lifted a brow in question. “Go for a swim. We’ve been here over a month and have yet to use the pool that I’ve been cleaning, daily.”

Cassian took his shot before watching her, closely. “Last one in has to share their deepest, darkest secret.”

Nesta scoffed. “What are we, children?”

Cassian grinned as he pushed himself back from the counter. “Scared of a little competition? Afraid to lose?”

They stared at each other in silence for a minute before Nesta jumped off the counter, and ran up the stairs to throw on her swimsuit.

Cassian and his heavy footsteps were close behind.

It took her a few minutes to remember where her swimsuits had been packed, and from the slamming of drawers down the hall, it seemed Cassian was in a similar predicament. She finally found a two piece stuffed in the back of her underwear drawer, not exactly what she had been looking for, and hesitated before stripping down and pulling the bottoms on. Nesta was out her bedroom door before she even had the top fully tied, pulling it into a hastily tied bow behind her back. Her feet carried her as she flew down the stairs, but she froze when she opened the sliding glass door and found him already in the water.

He grinned from where he had his muscular arms resting on the side of the pool, and his hair was soaked, pushed back off of his face. With the wide smile on his face, he looked so much younger, almost boyish.

With a sigh, Nesta turned and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers in each hand and made her way back onto the lit up patio.

“I win,” he said, smirking up at her.

The tongue she stuck out at him wasn’t her most quick witted response, but she was trying not to let her eyes drift beneath the water. When she suggested the pool, she hadn’t been thinking of how much skin would be on display, for either of them.

“That’s because you only had one piece to put on,” Nesta said, sitting near him by the edge and handing him a drink.

“Hey, if you only wanted to put on one of those pieces, I wouldn’t have stopped you,” he protested, and Nesta had to hide the way his suggestive tone, those words, made her blush.

He didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he popped open his beer and took a long, slow drink.

“So how about that secret?” He asked, voice lowering.

“Hmmm,” she crooned, tapping her chin. “Which to share when I have so many to choose from?”

Cassian chuckled. “You would have an endless string of secrets. Come on, what skeletons are in your closet? Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

Nesta had a lot of those, too. She wasn’t exactly the “open” type.

There was one true secret she kept though. One that no one else had known, not even Feyre or Elain. Just her and…

She hesitated and he looked up at her, caught the look on her face. “What?”

Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t want to kill the mood.”

The hand holding the bottle was right next to her thigh, and he let his pinky skim over her skin. “That kind of secret, huh?”

She gnawed into her lip, nodding.

“I’ll tell you mine, if it helps,” Cassian said, looking up into her face.

She slipped into the pool, thankful the water was warm, and shook her head. “That wasn’t our agreement.”

He stayed quiet, letting her process her own thoughts.

Sinking beneath the water, Nesta re-emerged, slicking her hair back. After a steadying breath, she said, “I’m sure you remember Tomas, my ex who interrupted our date?”

The mention of their date surprised Cassian, after so many weeks of them dancing around it. He nodded.

“We were together for a long time, you know? All through college.” She wasn’t looking at him, wouldn’t meet his eye. “I got pregnant just after our senior year. I had never wanted kids, you know? Wasn't the family type, at all. Never saw myself having a family. Anyway,” she continued, shaking her head. “It didn’t matter. I miscarried.”

Cassian continued to look at her, continued to watch as she stared blankly ahead.

“I got excited about it, too, which is ridiculous,” she went on. “For a moment, for those few weeks that I thought Tomas and I would be starting a family… I actually got excited.”

“How far along were you?” He asked, gently.

She answered immediately, with no hesitation. “Thirteen weeks. It was like one day I was pregnant, carrying our child and the next… The baby was gone.” She was quiet for a moment. “I woke up one morning and there was blood, so much blood. Tom was already at work, so I drove myself to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do.”

Cassian recognized the slow blinking, knew she was reliving those slow, sad moments again.

“I was dying inside, trying to come to terms with the fact that our baby was gone, and Tomas got home and-.” She took a deep breath and looked over at him. “He asked what I was making for dinner. He didn’t even acknowledge that our child was gone and… l guess that’s when I decided to do the same. To pretend nothing happened. We didn’t really talk much about it. We never told our families, I never told Feyre or Elain. Our father died about a month later and it all seemed so insignificant at that point. But Tom and I never recovered, our relationship at least. We broke up a few months later and…” Nesta shrugged. “Life kept going. I decided to open my restaurant and never looked back.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassian said, quietly.

She finally looked at him and shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t make it any less painful of a memory,” he countered.

She just nodded. “It’s how it was supposed to be though, right? Wasn't meant to be.”

Cassian took another drink as he nodded, slowly.

“Anyway,” she began, clearing her throat before dunking herself back down under the water.

“Would you like my secret?” He asked, when she turned and rested her arms on the edge of the pool.

She shrugged. “If you feel so inclined. You didn’t lose the bet.”

He leaned back, letting his arms drape across the edge of the pool as well. “When I was eighteen, I broke my back. I decided to take a year off before I started school, and was working construction over the summer to save money. I wanted to travel for a while. But then I took a bad fall off a roof. I spent two weeks in the hospital and then was stuck in my bed for another ten. And Rhys and Az stayed by my side the whole time. They put off their last hoorah vacations before they went off to college to stay with me.”

Nesta’s eyes drifted to Cassian, drops falling from her lashes. “Doesn’t seem like a secret if people know about it.”

“You didn’t know,” he shot back.

Nesta smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Fair. That sounds awful.”

“It was,” he agreed. “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I don’t like to stay still for very long.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Nesta said, a little spark returning to her eye. “It was torture,” he followed, finishing off his drink. “Not being able to move. I played so many damn board games that I never want to look at one ever again.”

“Even if Nyx asks?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, he’s the exception.” Nesta laughed, and Cassian shook his head. “I’d do anything for that kid. I think Rhys knew that, when he named me godfather.”

She understood that, related to it completely. Especially considering they had been named godparents together, regardless of their mutual distaste for the other. Their love for Nyx, for Rhys and Feyre, had been evident to everyone.

“I miss him,” she admitted, resting her cheek on the concrete. “I know it’s only one night, and I’m beyond appreciative, but… It’s weird not having him right inside.”

He nodded. “I get it. I do, too. I know Az and Elain can take care of him, and I’m sure he had a blast with Seph before they went to bed, but it hasn’t stopped me worrying about him.”

Nesta nodded, stretching her back. She took a drink from her beer. “Did you ever want kids of your own?”

He blew out a harsh breath and drained his own bottle before answering. “I never really considered it much, when I was younger. After my back healed, I was so focused on getting back to life that relationships and dating weren’t high on my priority list-.��

“But fucking was?” Nesta asked, smirking.

He rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly with a shoulder. “Maybe I was interested in sex more than relationships, I’ll admit. But before I knew it, my early twenties had come and gone. Everyone I knew was getting married and had babies on the way and… I was still the one living the bachelor life and decided to just run with it.”

“I get that,” Nesta agreed. “After…everything that happened with Tomas, I never wanted that again. My date with you and my date with Balthazar are the only two proper dates I’ve been on since college.”

Cassian lifted a brow. “And have you been on any improper dates?”

Nesta didn’t answer. Instead, her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as she finished off her beer.

Cassian’s grin widened. “I never knew you were such a freak, Archeron.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she muttered, which just made him laugh harder.

“I must admit, it’s nice to hear you talking about our infamous date so often tonight,” Cassian said, pulling himself out of the pool.

Nesta couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed, how the drops of water streamed down his back, between his shoulders, down to his waistline and the swim trunks, which rode low on his hips. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t say anything nice about that date, did I?”

“Absolutely not, but is there really anything nice to say?” he asked, sliding the screen door open. “I mean, you were an absolute nightmare.”

She gawked after him as he went inside, and once he came back with a small pyramid of beer cans, Nesta said, “I was a nightmare? You were a complete disaster!”

He scoffed, setting the cans down and cannon balling back into the pool. Even though she was already in the water, Nesta couldn’t help the squeal that left her. Cassian was grinning when he came up for air. “I forgot my wallet. I fully intended to pay you back, both monetarily and with the best sex you’d ever had in your life, but you decided to get huffy, stomp back to your front door and slam it in my face.”

“Oh, please,” Nesta said, reaching for a can and popping it’s top. Foam erupted from the opening and she put her mouth to it before it could drip into the pool. “You were over twenty minutes late, you wore work boots and a leather jacket to the nicest restaurant in Velaris, and we ran into your fuck buddy.” She drank deeply from the can, emptying it in one go. “As for the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, I’ve become very accustomed to and am just fine with my own hand, so you’re going to have to try pretty hard to do better than I myself can.”

She wiggled her fingers in his face and before she could register what was happening, his hand was wrapped around her own. As if he didn’t already know that. Cassian had caught her getting herself off in the bathtub, a memory that was seared into both of their heads. He tugged her closer and the empty can fell from her hands, floating on top of the water.

“I was talking about the past, sweetheart, but you seem to be talking about the present,” he breathed as her chest brushed against his own. “Who says my offer still stands all these years later?”

“You’d be a fool not to make that offer,” she breathed, and she knew the scent of beer was all he was breathing in.

“And would you accept it if I were?” he asked, one hand still wrapped around hers, the other snaking its way around her waist. “Still offering?”

Nesta’s breath hitched as their mouths grew so close, too close, close enough to reach out and taste his lips with a brush of her tongue.

It was tempting.

It would be stupid. Alcohol fogging her brain or not, Nesta knew it would be stupid.

But it was tempting, and in that moment, there were very few things Nesta could think about other than his hands against her skin, his lips a breadth width away from her own, and his cock she could very prominently feel twitching against her thigh.

Nesta’s lips brushed softly against his as she said, “Try and find out.”

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