#and im not convinced it looks good what with the words covering the florals

[trees-to-meet-you]

This has affected me in such a way that I made a poster on Canva oh my god.

free, florence and the machine / tumblr user @jediheretic / road to hell (reprise), hadestown

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Honeysuckle

hi i have no self control and really really really love tattoo artist!jaskier so here we are again. this is a prequel to the nipple piercings fic wherein geralt is absolutely smitten from day one. not the same vibe but im telling myself thats to be expected bc these take place like five years apart lol

Warnings: tattoos. if they make you squeamish this is not your fic, swearing, mild anxiety, not much else

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Geralt’s palms were sweating when he walked into the little tattoo shop above his favorite deli. The artist he booked was nice enough in the email, and the front desk gal was sweet on the phone, but he’d never gotten a tattoo before and his anxiety was telling him to run home and bury himself under all the blankets he owned. 

A familiar voice greeted him when he came through the door, “Hey! Sweet, you’re early! Jask is just setting up the chair!” 

The coily brown haired receptionist gestured to a black leather couch across the room and Geralt just barely caught a glimpse of tattooed vines from under her hoodie sleeve. He nodded and smiled, taking a seat and trying not to look so stiff. The receptionist called another artist over and Geralt was surprised when the taller, purple eyed woman wrapped her arms around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her cheek as they looked at the monitor. It was the good kind of surprise, Geralt decided, the kind that sets you at ease when you were gearing up for a fight. The receptionist caught his unintentional smile and winked at him before he suddenly found his nail beds fascinating.

“You Geralt?”

His eyes scanned over the man asking from bottom to top and nearly lost his ability to speak, “Hm? Thats me.”

He looked like he came straight form the Seattle grunge scene in the 90’s, but showered and with beautiful floral blackout sleeves up to the wrists on each arm. It seemed the only color over his whole body was the few yellow buttercups scattered through the pattern, ending in a bouquet of all sorts of plants and flowers and herbs at his collar bones, only slightly covered by his Heathers on Broadway tank. 

He flicked his wispy brown hair out of his unreasonably pretty blue eyes and smiled so brilliantly Geralt had to remember to breathe, “I’m Jaskier. Come on back!”

Geralt gave him a curt nod and stood to follow. 

“I hope you brought shorts, it might be a bitch to walk home in that.” Jaskier said, leading him into one of the rooms down a long hallway.

Geralt was suddenly regretting listening to Lambert. He wanted to melt into the floor when he realized he would have to say this to the beautiful tattoo artist’s face, “They uh… they zip away…”

“Oh my god.” Jaskier breathed, finally looking at Geralt’s knees, “I didn’t even know they made those anymore.”

“I swear to god, my brother wears them for work and told me to-”

Jaskier waved his hand, clearly holding back a smile, “No worries, Ron Stoppable.”

Geralt rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep from smiling, “Do you make a habit of making fun of your clients?”

“Only when I’m sure they can handle it,” he teased, “Now off with the hideous zipper pants, I gotta shave your thigh before I start the drawing.”

Once Geralt was shaved and positioned every which way on the table/chair contraption, he finally got to see the rough sketch. The marker felt cool and tickled the back of his knee, but surprisingly to him, he kept up a relaxed conversation, almost flirting before he thought better of it. 

“Do you like where everything is? Want any more grass? Or flowers? Now’s the time for changes, don’t be shy.” 

Geralt turned his leg this way and that, looking at the little blue and purple marks in a band just above his knee in the mirror, “You’re the professional, what do you think?”

Jaskier took a step back and reached for a roll of paper towels and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, “You said this was your first tattoo right?”

Geralt nodded.

“Okay, one less flower on the back then.”

“Why?”

“It’s one of the most painful places to get tattooed.”

“Keep it. I like it.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow, “Alright, Hot Shot. Face down, we’ll start there first.”

Holy fuck Jaskier was right. Geralt had a high pain tolerance, but this was a whole different kind of pain. He had his arms crossed under his forehead and was doing his best to take deep, even breaths but Jesus Christ, that little chuckle-fuck just kept going over what felt like the same spot. But hell would freeze over before Geralt tapped out, so he forced his breath out and kept going.

“Why honeysuckle?” Jaskier asked as he sat back to dip the machine in more ink.

Geralt took the opportunity to shift a bit and breathe easy before he lied, “Just picked it.”

Jaskier’s hands were back on his thigh, “You don’t have to tell me, it’s just not something I’m asked to do very often. Never for a first tattoo.”

Geralt’s smile turned into a grimace as the needles were back at his skin. Whether it was his sincerity, pretty eyes, or Geralt’s desperate need for a distraction, he bucked up and answered his question, “My- ah, someone told me to find a reminder of things I loved. My horse eats nothing but honeysuckle whenever we go on the trails.”

"That's so fucking cute," Jaskier sighed, still attacking the back of Geralt's leg, "Wouldn't have pegged you for a horse guy. What's their name?" 

The pain was easier to ignore when Geralt was rambling about Roach. Jaskier kept the conversation flowing, maybe indulging Geralt’s ramblings a little too much, but by the time he flipped Geralt over to do the inside of his knee they were joking and swapping disastrous college stories like old friends. They took a snack break where the purple eyed woman, Yennefer he'd learned, made fun of his zip shorts and Triss scolded her. It was nice, he felt oddly at home here with these people he’d just met. 

The front half of the tattoo was nothing compared to the back and Geralt was able to breathe and just chat. He did his best to convince himself that the feeling in his chest wasn’t disappointment when Jaskier finally finished and wrapped his leg in saniderm. 

Jaskier leaned on the front desk while they waited for Geralt’s card to run, "What are you doing after this?" 

Geralt's stomach turned with nervous excitement and he truly didn't know how he got his words to come out so casual, "Was just gonna get some ramen and watch reruns, why?" 

Jaskier worried at his bottom lip as he stapled the receipt to some paperwork, "There's a great ramen place around the corner and I don't have another appointment tonight…" 

Geralt positively beamed, "If you can stand to be seen with someone wearing zipper shorts in public, I'd love to."

[ms-indifferwnt]

I’m Cold

“I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 3 of Im Cold. Sorry this one took longer, hope you guys enjoy

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Y/n was screaming in frustration o to her pillow, Damn the Prince's good Looks, Damn the Prince's words, Damn the Prince's Kindness, Damn it all!

Y/n sighs after screaming on to her pillow, she flips over back against the soft covers, she couldn't help but think about how the evening end up like this. How could she say yes? After Prince Donghyuck has asked for two Weeks what happened?

"No" Y/n replied and stood up

Donghyuck grabbed her by the wrist, it wasn't forceful nor was it tight, Prince Donghyuck gave her an opportunity to pull away, to take her wrist away from the Prince, But why didn't she? "Please" He pleaded and Y/n's eyes widened "At least think it over, if you are still determined to tell my parents I will gladly assist you but please, at least until we're done eating dinner, think it over"

Y/n was shocked to see the prince pleading, asking her to think about it, was this that important to the prince? She nods, fine after dinner she'll reject him, she was getting fed up with how stubborn he is, it wasn't just messing up with the royal family's values, it was also bothering with her life, her own private life, how she is being seen, how people address her whole life went upside down just because the prince lost his temper

Donghyuck nods and stands bowing towards her, "I'm sorry, I know I have troubled you" He confesses and Y/n grabbed him by the shoulders to make  him stand straight but he wouldn't budge "I know that by making you do this I have placed you in a hard position" she shakes her head and tears start trickling  his eyes, it was all overwhelming, her feelings and the Prince' words being all too heavy on her conscience, the tears weren't necessary nor was it intentional but before she could realize, a sob leaves her lips and Prince Donghyuck's reaction was quick, he stood up straight hands out to hold her as she starts wiping her face

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying" she whimpers and keeps wiping her face with her hands, The prince pulls her hands away and uses his handkerchief to wipe her tears, no words were exchanged, not until she calmed down

Neither noticed it but the Prince'd hand always hovered near the girl's as if waiting for the right moment to hold her hand. The Prince looks at her and she was staring at the cloth in her hand, it was simple, laced in golden thread "Do you like sweets?" The Prince suddenly spoke making her look at him and she nods, he smiles softly and takes her hand in his "Let's go get some ice-cream"

       Morning comes and Y/n wakes up to the sound of Prince Donghyuck's voice "Hana, which one is better?"

Y/n opened her eyes to be greeted by Prince Donghyuck looking through her closet "Goodmorning" he greets and moves to kiss her forehead, Y/n still freezes at the action but smiled "I've chosen your outfit for today so we can match" Donghyuck pats his thighs to show off the color and smiles, standing up to hold her hand and help her out of bed, "Wear this" he shows a pretty blue floral lace Bardot dress, pattern adorned with white and pink roses while lace covers the edges the color matching the Prince's blue-ish dress pants "Get her dressed Hana"

And at the Prince's words, Hana leads Y/n to the conjoined bathroom, helping her clean up and get dressed fixing the way it hugs her curves, and Hana smiles, applying a bit of touch-ups on her skin and fixing her hair. She was done and Y/n looked into the mirror, Hana has fixed her hair into a half-up bun style making it look messy yet classy, the hairstyle complementing the dress

They both left the bathroom only to be greeted by the prince facing away from the bathroom door looking at his phone "Done? Can I turn and see?"

Y/n blinks, the Prince purposefully turned away to give her space and privacy, she smiles softly "Yes you can turn around now"

The prince turns around and he smiles at the sight, but then he wrapped one arm around his waist as a support for his elbow where he places his chin on his palm eyeing her "Something's missing" he mumbled

Y/n blinks and tilts her head as Hana turns to look at Y/n "Jewelry?" Hana offers and the Prince nods, with the Maid immediately reacting walking to get the Jewelry box from the vanity, "Milady has a wide assortment of jewelry here, my Prince" she says and turns only to gasp at the sight

The Prince had invaded Y/n's personal bubble, him being so close their chest could be flushed against each other, her hair was out of the way while the Prince had his arms around her neck as he tries and clasps the necklace. In all honesty, if he wanted to help her wear it he could've done it from behind not doing it while almost hugging Y/n

Y/n could feel the Prince's breath fan against her neck at the close proximity, she blushes and moved to hold on to the blazer in front of her until finally, the prince locks the necklace tracing a cold finger against the chain, she tried, she just couldn't help but feel the goosebumps rise against her skin where he had touched "There, you look pretty" he smiles his finger stopping at the pendant only to return tracing against her collar bones and down her arms. Y/n would be lying if she says the prince didn't have an effect on her, cause, oh how her heart raced at the action, silently willing them to stop, he traces lower 'till he holds her hand looking at her wrist "Let us get you a bracelet" he lets go of her only to look through the jewelry box

Hana stood there in shock, cheeks a shade of red at the display of affection, standing off to the side, knowing that she shouldn't react unless Y/n or the Prince might need her

The Prince would take time, looking through the wide assortment of bracelets and looking at the Y/n to look at her wrists and then dress, only to resume his search. Y/n on the other hand had examined the pendant of the necklace, it was a flower, a white flower pendant with delicate details on to its petals, making it look as if it is blooming "It's called a gardenia flower"

She looks into his eyes "what?" she blinks a bit surprises

He points to the pendant "That a gardenia flower, do you like it?" he asks and stands up fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves

She nods shyly "It's a pretty flower" he nods and takes his watch  off, it was a simple watch, it had a golden chain strap along with its case, a black tint on the watch itself  "You have a pretty watch" she murmurs and the Prince smiles

"Good, cause you'll be using this today" he replies and walks up to her  so he can hold her wrist, placing the watch on and locking it in place "Its a bit big on you," he laughs as if finding the whole ordeal cute "Remind me later, lets go on jewelry shopping ok?" Y/n nods silently and he examines Y/n, nodding in approval at the sight he smiles and locks there fingers "Lets go, lets have breakfast together then we can go out to my schedules ok?" he says as he leads her out of her room and into the dining hall

Letting him lead her out, "I'm sorry, My Prince-" she starts but the prince cuts her off

"You should get used to calling me Donghyuck for the next two weeks" he murmurs and turns his head to look at her and smiled "What were you saying?"

She clears her throat and avoided eye contact "Why do I have to come with you on your schedule?"

He hums as if thinking of the right words to answer her question "well, It would be great to show my parents that I am 'serious'," He makes air quotes with his free hand "about you, a plus to make them believe that i need time to heal when we do break up. And, it gets lonely when I'm the only one going"

       "Where is this meeting being held exactly, My Prince?" Y/n asked as she turns away from the car window to look at the Prince only to get a raised eyebrow in return "Donghyuck" she corrects and he nods in approval

"At a café, we'll be meeting with someone, he claims that this project he proposes will help a lot of people"

"Then why must you be the one to interview them? wouldn't it be better for the King and Queen to address that matter themselves?"

"Well, Yes. But not everything will go through the King and Queen, first they have to go through me to make sure its worth seeing by them and then the decision is ultimately theirs"

"Ah" she hums softly and nods "I understand" she smiles and Donghyuck couldn't help but smile back

Once they arrive, The Prince leads Y/n by the hand to a man dressed in a fancy suit he stands and bows towards the new arrivals "My name Johnny, thank you for giving me a chance to speak to you your highness"

Donghyuck bows and smiles "Of course,. I'd like you to meet my Fiancé, Y/n this Suh Johnny, a dear friend and at the moment a benefactor" he smiles informs and Johnny bows in her direction with her mirroring the action, "Please sit." They all obeyed

Johnny was very convincing and honestly, the Prince liked his proposal but as Johnny excused himself to go to the bathroom, Donghyuck turned to Y/n "What do you think?"

She blinked in confusion "Sorry?" she tilts her head slightly and Donghyuck had resist the urge to grab her by the chin so that he can adjust it "But why are you asking me, my Prince?"

He frowns "Donghyuck, Y/n, please call me Donghyuck, you earned the title of being my friend in this predicament you and I are in" earning a nod from the girl and he hums "but to answer your question, its because you might know what's best" she watches him as he spoke "I have not once tried living as if I wasn't a prince, I've never went to the market or done house chores, but you have and you do, compared to me you know what can help improve the way my people work and move, so I'm asking you, what did you think of his proposal?"

Y/n lets the Prince's words sink in as she looks down at her lap, she never thought that it'd come to this, The crowned prince asking her opinion but here she was "Yes, It'll be of great help" she started and started explaining the points on why and how it could improve, stating facts and sharing little stories along the way with her explanation as the Prince attentively listened and nodded

After she spoke, the Prince nodded and smiled at her "that is great Y/n" he moves to hold her hand cupping them "Thank you" he beams he opens his mouth to speak only to be stopped by Johnny returning and the Prince drops her hand

"I'm sorry" Johnny says and sat down "May I continue?" and the prince nods "As I was saying adding homes, giving the people their own job that is cleaning up our parks can lessen our rate of jobless citizens and also lessen out the homeless-"

Johnny was cut off to the prince swerving to the side and looking at his Fiancé "What's your favorite cake flavor?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Cake flavor," he repeats and nods towards the different displays and grins "What is it?"

She looks at Johnny who smiles at her "Mocha" she answers and he hums "you really do have a sweet tooth hmm?" he raises a hand to flag down a waiter "and coffee?" he turns to look at her then stops "No, Sorry you hate coffee... One Mocha cake and," he hums going back to when he bought ice cream for her and smiled "two cups of Hot Chocolate please, would you like anything Johnny?"

"Just coffee" He replies

"Black Coffee for him" Donghyuck says and the waiter bows, "Sorry, continue" and with that Johnny continues

Donghyuck is now to make a decision, if he says yes, Johnny will speak to his parents about his proposal and he hums, giving his and Y/n's words to careful consideration, his eyes drifting to Y/n as she took a bite "feed me" he says out of the blue making Y/n and Johnny look at him surprised

"I can't think without sugar and I drank my milk, just one bite" he coaxes and, Y/n offered him a bit which he happily accepted, looking at Johnny he grins "I hope my parents like your idea as much as we did Johnny"

[daydream-believin]

The Never-Ending Roadtrip (new beginnings)

Summary: Reader joins Douxie in the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he? - Also, a talk about Merlin and grief. It’s big feelings time. (part two)

Warnings: Swearing, theres like three bad puns and at least one meme im sorry

Word Count: 2713

A/N: inspired by the fact that i recently moved states and it was the most tedious trip ever. It took the entire day. i was bored out of my mind. So i decided to write about going on a long boring roadtrip with Douxie instead. also, i have a black cat myself and i can attest that they are little domesticated demons. she didn’t like the long trip either.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Douxie deadpanned when he saw (Name) run up to join him on the ship, perching on the edge. “Well I’m coming with you, obviously.” Douxie had known the young woman long enough to know that there would not be a point in arguing. They would just go round and round for hours before she ultimately won. She fought dirty, puppy dog eyes and all. He didn’t have time for this.

After making sure that Archie and Nari were secure, Doux turned back to (Name), “You’re absolutely sure about this decision, love? Once we take off there’s no going back. We could even be running for the rest of our lives. You really should stay with the others,” he warned.

She looked annoyed. “Yes, Doux. I am absolutely sure. I wouldn’t want you to do this alone. And besides, you’ll need me.”

He blushed for a second before realizing she meant he would need her as in extra backup and not that he needed her needed her. Trying not to show the slight disappointment that was written on his face, he chuckled and covered his cheek with his palm, “Of course.”

They set off into the early morning sky. After waving goodbye to the rest of the gang, (Name) clung to the golden railing, looking out over California in amazement. It was like she was in a movie. This was her life changing magic carpet ride. Of course, a lot about her life had seemed to be out of a movie lately. Ever since she discovered her gift for sorcery. Ever since she got mixed up in all this Arcadian mess. Ever since she met Douxie.

Surprisingly, Douxie was really talkative for the first few hours of the trip. (Name) had expected him to be a bit more closed off, considering the week they had just gone through. He was really gushy too, with his heart on his sleeve even more so than usual, and that’s saying something for Douxie. Maybe momentary death was good for unclogging heart pipes.  (Name) was loving it. Not the momentary death thing. That had almost stopped her heart. No, it was so nice to be having such lighthearted conversation with her friends. Kept her from dwelling on things. Once night got closer, though, she couldn’t help it. What could she say, the pink splattered purple sunset made her sentimental. She and Douxie had slipped into a little talk about Arcadia, about the kids, about what had happened, and about what was next for them. Despite her gushing about how happy she was to be here with him, Douxie still felt really guilty that he put her through all this. She made the mistake of telling him how much it scared her, everything that happened earlier. She made a bigger mistake telling him how she cried over his body, refusing to accept that he was gone. He wasn’t of course, but she didn’t know that.

He suddenly got quiet after that. The conversation lulled. Even Nari and Archie seemed to sense that something was off and kept quiet. After watching the stars roll by in silence for a few hours, (Name) started to feel the tug of sleep. She tried to find a cozy spot, but failed, because she was on a ship. A pretty basic little vessel. There were no seats or anything even kind of cushiony. She contemplated using Archie as a pillow, but that probably wouldn’t fly well with him. Pun intended.

Douxie was still as statue, staring out straight ahead into the clouds. Like a grizzled old sea captain. The bags under his eyes were getting worse than usual, but (Name) decided to not to say anything to him and let it be. He looked like he was enjoying the silence. She didn’t think he’d sleep tonight. How could he? She mused. (Name) herself hadn’t even begun to truly process all that had happened. She wished she knew what to say. Anything to comfort him, to let him know she’s be there. But (Name) was no use now, in her sleepy state. She might make it worse. She’d try talking to him in the morning. If he even wanted to talk.

In the end, (Name) wound up leaning against the corner, using her balled up over-shirt as a pillow. It was a bit colder now, but with Nari snuggled up in her lap and Archie stretched out over her legs, she’d be just fine. They might as well had been heaters. Doux wouldn’t join them, insisting that they needed to fly through the entire night to put as much distance between them and Arcadia as possible. He assured them that he’d wake them up if something was the matter. Of course, they were sleeping on an open deck floor. Any sort of trouble would wake them up immediately anyway, but it was a nice thought. (Name) snuggled into her makeshift pillow. She took one last look at Douxie, brooding at the helm, before slipping off to dreamland. It was a mediocre dream.

The morning sun came sooner than (Name) wanted. The cheeky bugger. There was no use trying to go back to sleep. The sun was too big and bright. so, so bright. Nari also stirred when the sun beam hit her face. She blinked blearily and let out a cute yawn. Or at least it would have been cute, had it not been directly into (Name)’s face. (Name) had to give it to Nari though, her morning breath actually didn’t smell bad. It was earthy, floral even. Damn nature spirits. Despite (Name) and Nari being awake, the sun’s rays seemed to have little to no effect on Archie. He could sleep through anything, on anything, at any time. Damn cats.

Douxie looked like the dead. His raven hair was a mess, lips chapped from the wind. Those eyebags had somehow gotten even worse. Douxie gave Tim Burton characters a run for their money. (Name) decided it might be better to wait until she was a bit more awake and articulate to try and talk to him more about… the, ah, events from yesterday. Yet, she was fully aware that if she kept procrastinating, the conversation was just going to get worse and worse. But the timing’s not right. Yes, the timing’s just not right. The stars, they’re not in position. In fact it might be easier if she got him to take a nap first. Yeah, no need to cause sleep deprived Douxie to have an unnecessary breakdown.

It took some convincing, but (Name) finally got him to agree to let her take the helm and get that well deserved rest. Not that Douxie thought he deserved it. He wasn’t too happy about leaving (Name) and Nari alone, figuratively, while he was unconscious and unable to protect them. He wasn’t too happy about a lot of things, really. He especially didn’t care to be alone with his subconscious. But with the worried look (Name) gave him, he couldn’t help but comply with her demands. Her and her bloody puppy dog eyes.

He woke up to the sound of (Name)’s singing. She probably hadn’t meant to wake him up, with her soft voice hushed, but nonetheless he was awake. Douxie was a light sleeper. He had to be, after all his troublesome years. She was singing a sweet little love song. He felt a drumming in his chest as he listened. Speaking of his chest, there seemed to be a bit of pressure on it. A familiar pressure. It started to purr, sending the comforting vibrations through his ribcage. He gave Arch a good scritch behind the ears before sitting up.

“Your voice is so lovely, you know. I cannot imagine why you’re always hiding it.”

Name startled. “Did I wake you?” she asked, concerned since he hadn’t been out but for a few hours.

“Yes, you had,” He began gently, “But, I’m glad.”

“You’re glad?”

“Of course, I got to hear that beautiful singing voice of yours. Quite the rarity, innit?”

(Name) flushed. She wasn’t sure if she was flattered by his compliments or embarrassed that he had caught her singing once again. Still, she tried to refute his words but all that came out was a flustered sputter. Thankfully, Nari came to the rescue. Unintentionally, but a rescue all the same.

“Hisirdoux, now that you are awake, may I ask where it is that we are going?” the small goddess asked.

“Oh, uh, about that,” Doux wrapped his arms behind his back and sucked some air through his teeth, “I actually didn’t have a set place in mind. I think we’ll just wing it. On our winged boat.”

(Name) whipped her head towards him so fast she’d get whiplash. She didn’t even acknowledge the terrible joke. “I’m terribly sorry, but you what.”

“I just thought we’d head northeast for now. Once we run out of land, we’ll pick a new direction. It’s not like we’d be able to stay too long in a place, after all. It’s safer to be constantly moving.” He tried not to sound to unsure in this rambling. He did have a plan, just not one that looked too solid on a piece of paper. It’ll be fine. They’ll be fine.

“I- okay.” She didn’t sound too panicked, which Douxie counted as a win. Still, he didn’t want her to be too stressed about the uncertainties. He figured he might as well just pick a place to ease her fears a bit. She couldn’t worry herself raw, that was his job.

“How about New York City? That can be our first official destination on the Never-Ending Roadtrip.”

“Yeah, yeah okay. New York City, that sounds nice.” Victory.

***

“Ugh, we’ve been flying over basically the same damn thing forever! Can’t this thing go any faster?” (Name) whined as she leaned over the edge like a wilted flower. Her wind-mussed hair hung over her face. It took everything in Douxie not to flinch whenever she got to close to where she might fall out. Sure, she would most likely be able to break her fall with magic, not coming out with too many scratches, but it still scared him just the same. (Name) was gonna give him a heart attack one of these days.

“It’s a fucking magical flying boat, (Name). It goes eighty miles per hour tops. Do you know how advanced that was in the twelfth century? It was a fucking miracle of technology, (Name). It’s not the boat’s fault we’re currently travelling through Kansas.” Doux huffed. He quickly felt guilty for snapping at her and apologized. He felt a bit on edge lately. Their conversation last night kind of freaked him out. He wanted to be a little more protective of her now since she told him about how scared she was, but snapping at her would just accomplish the opposite of getting across how much he cared.

Name sighed. Looking around the ship, she noticed that Nari and Archie were just napping in the sun, completely unbothered by her and Douxie’s loud outbursts. She looked back out into the seemingly infinite grass field again.

“Well, I guess now is a pretty good time,” She said cryptically, “Hisirdoux, we need to talk.”

It was like she just injected ice water into his veins. He didn’t like her tone, plus, those words were never proceeded by something good. Never. “To talk?” he asked with a nervous tinge in his voice, hoping if she elaborated it wouldn’t be as bad as the conclusions he was jumping to.

“Yeah. Talk. About your feelings.” Well now he was panicking. She said that so solemnly. How did she know? Fuzzbuckets, she was about to reject him, on this boat they were stuck on, in the middle of Kansas. Rip out his heart and throw it into the grassy void.

“To talk, about my feelings?” he repeated her again, incredulously. He put on his best fake smile.

“Yes, Doux.” She sat down on the railing near him and crossed her legs. “I just- I think it’s time we had a proper conversation about stuff. Like say, I don’t know, how you’re handling your grief over a certain mentor.”

Douxie quickly let go of the breath, he wasn’t sure when he started holding, in a loud sigh of relief. Oh thank Merlin, he thought this was going to be bad. That’s what she wanted to talk about? Okay, not the problem he was expecting, but one he could deal with. He’s already had a couple of good cries. He spent most of last night mulling over not just Merlin but the whole concept of death. He could talk about the weight of grief hanging over his heart, no big deal.

“I believe I am handling it well, thank you for your concern, Love.” He tried to sound nonchalant.

“Hisirdoux Casperan, you stared out into the distance with unblinking glassy eyes for hours last night and barely spoke to any of us. Hell, you fucking died yesterday, Doux. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that. You’re not fine. And you’re not weaseling your way out of this conversation either.” She said sternly. They entered an unspoken staring contest.

“Alright, Love, fine. I am fine. Okay?” She quirked her brow. “I am, truly. I’m at peace. He lived a good life and I’ll continue his legacy with honour. Of course I’m still sad about it, but I’ve got other things to focus on right now. Sure, my chest is still heavy, but it’s not crushing like it was when the wound was fresh,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “And I did get my last goodbye talk with him when I was dead,” He chuckled to try and lighten that last bit up, but name still winced at his words.

“Douxie, I just- I know what it’s like, ya know. To suddenly no longer have that father figure in your life. Someone you looked up to for so long. It’s hard Doux, I get that.” She sympathized. She tipped her head down towards the deck floor.

“Well, in a way, he’s already been gone for about, say, nine centuries. I’ve had my time away from him, so I know that I can do it. It’s the knowing that now he’s gone gone that’s the real kicker.” He glanced across the boat over to the sleeping pile of fur and greenery. Nari was curled up into a ball while Archie mirrored the same, but on top of her. They were like a couple of stacked buns. Douxie smiled at the sight. “And yet, do you know what makes it all feel better?” Name looked back up at him and furrowed her brows.

“You. And Archie. And Zoe. And Claire. And my bandmates and my coworkers and the rest of the Arcadia gang. I’ve got plenty of people in the world now. I know I’ve got all kinds of love.”  He hung his arm over her shoulders. He had made up his mind, he was going to open his heart to her soon. Almost dying really puts one’s priorities in view. “Recently, a great man, well, a great dragon, told me that family is not just who you have, it’s also who you’re with. If one thing I’ve learned in this nightmare week, it’s that you’ve got to enjoy people while you can. Because once they’re gone, they’re gone. You can’t dwell on past love, you’ve got to soak in the love you’ve got now, or you’ll miss it.”

“I guess I understand that.” (Name) said softly. She took in his words. Focus on the now love, huh. She could use to do that too. She felt his hand move from her shoulder to the small of her back.

“Oh hey look at that, we’re coming up on Missouri. How about we stop for brunch, Love?”

“Oh I’m starving,” Archie butt into the conversation and flew over to rest on (Name)’s shoulder. He did one of those black cat yawns where they turn their entire faces inside out and they become nothing more than a black hole with teeth, “I could really go for a bagel with extra lox right now.”

[yumatual]

bye bye 2020, hello 2021 !!

happy new year everyone!! there’s a lot of people i want to thank for making last year so much more bearable so i tried writing some messages for some of my dearest mutuals this year as well!! (keyword tried because i absolutely cannot put my feelings and thoughts into words. i love you all though and thank you so so so much!!!)

@angelhyunjin : angi!! i know you’re not on here anymore (actually i just found out . i ran to twt to find u as quick as i could!!) but it felt weird not?? putting you on here because you WERE a big part of my year!! i was always excited to chat with you and i rlly rlly loved (still do) seeing your art and your dance covers i can’t believe how talented at both you are!! you are really really lovely and even if it’s been a while i hope you know i still think of you and hope you’re doing well!! this year might have been hard but i hope 2021 will be much nicer to you because you definitely deserve it!! i love you!! 

@cinanamon : stephie!! i think we haven’t talked in a while until we started suddenly bonding over minho but all is well that ends well because now we are the founders of a minho cult and that’s all i could hope for in life i think! we don’t talk that much but seeing your tags in all the minho posts is always a TIME i absolutely love reading them! thank you for being there to lose it over minho, always, but also for being there in general! you are really sweet and i do love to talk to u!! i also know you are a really good writer so i hope 2021 brings you lots of inspiration to write more!! (and i’ll finally catch up on your fics too! hehe) happy new year!! 

@cocogoat : puppy !! i think we haven’t been friends for long actually and that sounds fake because that would mean there was a time i didn’t instinctively check your blog when i woke up in the morning (or the evening let’s be real)?? you are so! adorable and for what!!!!!! i really do love seeing you pop up in my phone notifs and reading your posts even if i dont have any idea what they’re saying half of the time unless it’s dgrp (i cannot believe i have a dgrp friend now. amazing i think i won) u are so funny and so cute and i’m really glad i got to know you because!! you’re such a nice friend that i! love! times can be hard but i hope 2021 is gentle with you because that is! what! you deserve! gentle pats and tight hugs! (maybe that’s why i associate ab6ix’s heaven with you it’s the gentle vibes) <3

@glossiers : miss bri i am in love w u that’s it. no i’m kidding that’s not it i have much more to say . i am in lov w u though #brillie2k21 i think. i think it’s been a surprisingly short time since we’ve actually started talking?? which is kinda crazy if u ask me because?? how the hell did i live my life without screaming BRIIIII whenever i see u on the dash like for real how . that sounds like a life so empty like. that would rlly be missing . something?? anyways u are a dear dear friend that i really really love and i’m sure you know that but i will keep saying it anyway! i’m sure i’m pretty annoying so thanks for putting up with me! and for talking to me! i feel like i’ve said it before but! you are a delight to see on the dash and i lovlovlov talking to u (and sending u pics of my cats, thank u for appreciating them). i still cannot believe u managed to convince yourself i was a hyeongjun stan though. hope i can be convincing enough to clear that up and leave no doubts in your brain this year. anyways i love you and i hope we can continue to be friends and talk even MORE this year!!!!!! happy new year ilu <3

@hwacinth : miss dia my sweet sweet floral nymph real life shirayuki and queen of urls! i am? so so so so so glad that we are friends you literally have my heart it is YOURS i can’t even try to claim it back!! you literally are shirayuki i don’t even know how to elaborate i think it’s just self-explanatory but you are just. such a sweet little sunshine!! it’s like you bring spring everywhere you go!! we could be in a middle of a metaphorical storm but when you appear the skies clear up and flowers bloom wherever you step and i cannot help but smile when i see you online!! thank you so so much for being my little ray of sunshine in these tough times! i hope to see even more of your posts this year!! don’t hesitate to live blog anything you watch in my dms if you feel like you’re posting too much (but i hope you never feel that way because you’re not . love seeing u live post it is absolutely amazing i won’t ever get tired of it)!! happy new year and i love you!! ps only 1 more hour until your birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIA ILUUU <3 I HOPE YOU CAN HAVE A WONDERFUL ONE!! IM SENDING YOU CAKE TELEPATHICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@hwisgf : sorinaaaa! happy new year!! we don’t talk that much but it is always nice seeing you around! you are vv sweet and i really appreciate that, thank you for taking the time to talk to me sometimes!! you are also probably my only fantasy mutual?? which is terrible on one side because i think everyone should stan sf9 but that’s besides the point . i really do love the fact that i at least have u to talk to abt sf9 if need and i LOVE seeing u in love with hwi it is absolutely amazing. i am forever grateful for all the free hwi pics days too!! <3 i hope 2021 can be a year full of happiness for you!! (also that is also besides the point but @ fnc i want an sf9 cb announcement) ILY!! (and so does hwi)

@inkigayeo : miss vivi galaxy brain happy new year!! we only started talking recently but u do have my heart already!! i hope this year treats you well and that we can get to know each other more and be friends hehe!!!! <3 (my other wish is for u to stop breaking my heart with those fake titles. please . why should san NOT come back explain yourself .)

@jeongcheols : mimi . mimi mimi mimi im literally typing this as u are listening to that ten n dj stage ok now it’s kai ok anyways . ANYWAYS i am loving your sm concert live commentary . criminal is sounding amazing taemin is insane indeed (yes i took a break before coming back to writing this) i truly don’t know what to say?? n i have to keep watching the time so that i can scream HAPPY NEW YEAR into the mic in 14 minutes. but like?? i love you?? like. like for real i don’t know what i would’ve done without you?? also it’s weird writing this for tumblr instead of just in your messages (also i can’t focus with idea playing. idea soty). and i mean. you technically know all of this but like?? i can’t believe we’ve known each other for so long but also such a short time at the same time like. what. thank you for being my bestestest friend and my soulmat i don’t think i would’ve been able to remain sane this year (and last year too honestly) if it wasn’t for you?? thank you for always listening to my incoherent rants and i’m always so sorry for spamming you while you’re asleep i know you must wake up to like 150+ messages with absolutely no connection between them and they’re all just so random i truly don’t know how you manage to not get annoyed and to just stay with me all this time i’m- getting emotional. you had a terrible year, i know it! i really do!! and while it might not be looking too bright right now, i hope the universe hears me and treats you much better in 2021 because!! you deserve so much more!! you deserve the world, really!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i would write more really but like what is there to say literally i’m just (your emoji)) i love you for real;;

@nakyngs : ele <3 happy new year!!!!!! we haven’t talked much this year but i do think of u a lot daily i hope you know that!! and i love u a lot! even if i still need to catch up on all your aus </3 i hope 2021 can be a fun and stress-free year for you!! and we should catch up sometime too!! ps i hope your fish are ok

@ncityzen : dear spring fairy!! i already sent you a new year’s message earlier today like what. 6 hours ago but! once again!! i really do hope you can leave the hard times behind in 2020 and only get the best things possible this new year!! i’m always very happy to see you appear on my dash and curious to see your life updates and your random literature-related mini-rants in the tags they are always very interesting to see!! so! hoping to see even more of that this year <3 i hope you know that i love you and i really care about you!!

@woojjongs : MISS IRI! i am screaming this very loud so hopefully u can hear me all the way in canada! okay i had to leave this one for last because i?? don’t really know how to start i’m just a pink glittery puddle with lil hearts flowing in it that is how i feel towards u right now . how does one think and how does one write down their thoughts coherently give me a second. this is going to be a mess maybe u shouldn’t read it (‘accidentally’ forgets to tag u). just know that i decided to play txt’s wishlist to write this and u might be confused by that but all u need to know is that it means i love you very much. OKAY so miss iri you are . such a wonderful pal i truly don’t know what i would’ve done without you like . it would feel so weird not seeing you around tumblr would be so so so so empty i don’t even think you can begin to imagine how empty i’d feel without you around here ksdjbskbds i absolutely adore you but we already knew that. i’m always super excited to see your gifsets and your nonsense!! be it your love for woojong or u missing lim jimin (play m.. 🔪) or your snoo brainrot or hating literally anyone on smtm or whatever else it might be i love it all!! you are so cute and adorable and talented and sweet and funny i cannot believe you also happen to be the prettiest person on earth too. how does that feel! anyways i love you so so so so so much? i keep telling you to hold back from committing crimes but i absolutely WOULD commit a crime for u i really do adore you!! i mean . how many groups did u make me stan . (ok actually i don’t think there’s that many. but STILL) i know i can be super annoying but thank u for taking the time to chat with me nonetheless!! i’m all over the place but . there’s times i come online literally just to check your blog nothing else! i hope we can continue to be friends this year too n perhaps talk more (or the same amount idk please tell me off when i’m too annoying)!! happy new year, i hope it holds wonderful things in store for u!!!!!! and we really are starting off great since victon comeback is approaching <3 (this got way too long i’m so sorry i’ll cut it off now before i write 10 pages)

@xiaocity : miss siya hello hello hello first of all i’m just so very glad that you’re back i l o v e you!!! i love seeing you around be it your gifs or your text posts which yes. i cannot properly understand half of the time but google is my best friend after all! you’re such a wonderful person and i’m just?? really glad to have you around like?? you feel kind of like a cousin i don’t always get to see but am always excited to talk to when i can? this might not make sense but. you are vvv cool and talented and funny and feel very like. reliable? i feel like i am not making any sense so like ignore me. what i’m saying is i really really like you a whole lot and i really hope we can talk even more in 2021!! happy new year, i hope it’s a wonderful one for you!!

@yunwoo : miss anna we haven’t been moots for that long and we haven’t talked much but u are vvv cute and i hope we can become (better) pals this year!! i’m looking forward to seeing u on the dash more often, hopefully!! happy new year <3

[movedyourchair505]

Vecchia Fiamma (I)

Napoli, 2006. The night Alex met Miles.

(II)

x

The lights were lower than expected, the darkness offering no comfort, no contrast to the breeze that had chilled him in the streets. It was beyond midnight now, the early morning hours now reminding him that it had been a while since he’d gone to another club at this time, that usually by now he would be at home, or someone else’s home, or at least knew who he was going to spend the following hours with.

The music that filled the darkness of the establishment was surprisingly slow, and surprisingly, Miles didn’t mind. He was picking specs of glitter from his tight black suit, traces that the dancer had left mere moments ago. His eyes were still glued to her, the way she bewitched most men that had gathered close to her, the way she shook her hair and spun from the pole, teased one of her spectators by leaning down right in front of him, stealing his cigarette for a slow drag before demonstrating yet again the power she held even in her position.

Miles crossed his legs, took a drag from his own cigarette before leaning forward and crushing it in the ashtray that had even within the few minutes they had been here filled up already. Once again, he allowed his gaze to wander, wondered for a moment if he should call the dancer back, should offer to take her home, then his thoughts were interrupted.

“Fancy another dance, Miles?”

He turned his head, a small sigh falling from his lips as he looked back at his friend, shaking his head. “Fink I’m good for now” he shrugged. “Joost considerin’ me options.”

“Are you sure?”

Miles smiled, pursing his lips before nodding, a larger smile spreading across his face and he waved off the concern with a flick of his wrist. “I’m alreyht, Luca” he chuckled.

“What about her?”

He followed his friends gaze, focused his own on a blonde stood leaning forward over the bar, her body clad in a tight satin dress, her head nodding to the slow beat that had blended into the background and Miles found his attention drawn away when Luca pointed out a man dressed in a white suit, dirty blond and displaying much more of his chest and arms than necessary.

“Or him?”

Miles pondered the thought, figured it would be simple to convince either, he even wondered if he would get too bored going home by himself soon. Without passing judgement verbally yet, he lifted his hand to stop one of the dancers that were serving the guests when all poles were occupied, but froze mid-wave, as the girl had already turned away, her hips swaying as she approached another man at the far end of the bar.

Miles shifted in his seat, scratched absently at his stubble. “Or wha’ about…” He nodded into the direction of the man with the dark hair, his body clad in a tight suit, black and pinstriped and accentuating his most prominent features. “'im?”

Luca’s eyes widened and he leaned closer to him, none of their other friends having noticed the exchange. “No.”

Miles looked away from the man at the bar reluctantly, the way he took a slow sip of his drink as the girl served him, seemed to know exactly what he wanted without him needing to tell her. “Wha’?”

“Miles, you can’t.”

“Yeh ever seen meh bein’ rejected?”

“If you go over there, that’ll be the least of your problems” Luca chuckled, shaking his head and taking a sip of his own drink. “No, Miles-…” He tensed as he watched his friend down the rest of his drink, identified the sparkle in his eyes. “You’re gonna get us kicked out, that’s-…”

Miles paused, looked back and forth between the bar and his own table, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s Alexander Turner. David Turner’s son.”

“And why would tha’ stop meh?”

Luca shook his head. “He doesn’t do … men. He’s … do you see his security? You’ll get thrown out, alright? Or worse…”

Miles wiggled his eyebrows, now rising to his feet with determination, the decision final in his mind. He raked his fingers through his short hair, adjusted his rings and fixed his collar. “Well, tha’ sounds like sumfin’ I can’t miss.”

Whisky after whisky had not allowed Alexander to forget about the argument that had happened mere hours before, if anything, it had made him more tired and more determined to drink the night away. Going home meant facing his mother, facing his sister, both sent by his father to truly demonstrate that he had disappointed his family. He was more frustrated because of their false judgement than he was convinced he had made a mistake, the anger the frustration had fuelled blurring with the bitterness and the cloudy daze the whisky had offered.

The glass felt cold pressed to the heat of his palm, the sound of his rings against it irritating him even at its minimum. He’d almost finished another glass when his attention was occupied from the corner of his eye and before he knew, there was a hand on his shoulder, a slight squeeze and he was surrounded by a heavy cloud of floral perfume, suggesting one of the dancers had come close to him but instead, his gaze lifted and looked right into the eyes of a man that was slightly taller than him, several gold necklaces dangling from his neck to cover the skin his shirt offered a clear view of.

“Buona sera, bello.”

His shoulder was tense and despite the influence, the blur on his mind, he could think clearly, could not possibly fathom how a stranger would approach him this way, blinking back at him slowly, once, twice, clearing his throat and he shifted back slightly. “Scusi?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Despite his attempt to create distance, the other man was still abnormally close to him.

Miles chuckled, his spirits reignited by the challenge. “Can I buy ya a drink?”

Despite his evident irritation, he was curious nonetheless, tense as he stayed on guard and glanced over to Matthew to ensure his safety before he began nodding slowly, welcomed the unexpected distraction, knew he could not leave the man’s motives unexplored. He stretched his top lip, swallowing. “Impress meh.”

A smile played around Miles’ lips, his gaze wandering from the sharp jaw to the darkness of his eyes, the way his fingers were clenched around his glass and his shoulder remained tense under his touch. He let go, turning to the bartender. “Scusi? Wha’ are the chances of gettin’ a Platinum Passion for this stunner reyht ‘ere?”

Despite his reluctance to give the man the satisfaction of getting away with the way he had so inappropriately approached him, he tilted his head curiously, his undeniable way of impressing him prevailing the nerve of discarding who he was. “Yeh kno’ yehr liquor.”

Miles cackled. “Kno’ quite a few fings I can show ya.”

Alex pressed his lips together, nodding slowly in disbelief. “Yeh 'ave no idea who I am, do yeh?” He asked, found himself increasingly amused.

“I 'eard this is ya club, bello” Miles shrugged, licking his lips. “I 'eard of ya.”

He didn’t allow the surprise to be evident in his features, his interest fuelled even further as he could not comprehend how especially someone that did know him would dare the way he was being spoken to. “Are yeh gunna compliment meh on me dancers then?” He asked, letting his gaze wander to the poles in the centre of the room.

Without taking his eyes off him, Miles shook his head, chuckling. “I’ll compliment ya on ya bum, bello.”

“Scusi?”

Miles smirked, immensely satisfied with the way he had broken the pokerface, had prompted a reaction he knew the other man had not rehearsed. “Like a juiceh peach.”

Alex pursed his lips in an attempt to hide the way he had been caught off guard, resisted the urge to lower his gaze and instead stared right back, his lip twitching and he could feel the heat in his cheeks. “Never 'eard tha’ one before” he drawled.

With another smirk, a quick wink, Miles stuck out his hand, licking his lips. “Miles Kane.”

There was no way to wipe his palm so he hoped the glass had cooled the heat as he shook his hand, his jaw slightly tense. “Y'kno’ who I am.”

Miles cackled. He could tell by the way Alexander’s gaze wasn’t entirely steady, by the slight slur in his words that the alcohol had affected him more than he realised and he wondered how long he’d been sat there, looking out across his own kingdom. “I do.” He couldn’t resist once again to touch him, to drag his hand up his arm, the tight fabric of his suit not concealing much of his bicep. “D'ya work out teh relax after workin’?” He asked.

Although the sudden touch came unexpected, it didn’t make him flinch this time, he had at least regained some sort of control, grateful for the distraction of his drink being set down in front of him and he nodded slowly, despite the strange exchange unable to suppress the sense of flattery he felt. “Are yeh not drinkin’?” He drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“A white wine spritzer for meh, luv” Miles said, smiling at the bartender, yet merely taking his eyes off Alexander for a split second. “As ya wish.”

The sense of suspicion and uncertainty had been overshadowed now, there was no suggestion of danger and he reveled in the offer of undivided attention focused entirely on him, found himself shifting uncomfortably when Miles’ hand moved from his arm to grab his glass instead, taking a slow sip and momentarily closing his eyes.

“Is ya work as stressful as one would fink?”

Alex tensed, taking a slow sip from the drink he had not chosen for himself in a very long time, savoring the sweetness of it contrasting the bitterness of the whisky. “Why’re yeh askin’?” He drawled.

Miles’ eyes widened. “Joost 'eard ya conduct business well, tha’s all” he shrugged. “Ya 'ave so mooch power, eh?”

The sheer disrespect that had originally irritated him had been replaced entirely by the flattery and appreciation he was now offered in a way he was not used to and he nodded slowly, unable to help a small smile as he sipped on his drink again before busying himself drawing a cigarette from the pack in front of him and placing it between his lips.

“Let meh get tha’ for ya, bello.”

Alexander watched as the flame danced across Miles’ face, flickering and accentuating his features, his gaze still locked on his as he drew the cigarette from his lips and blew the smoke into the air. He observed as he then proceeded to light his own, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep drag, a relaxation spreading across his face that made him wish he felt the same, yet instead he was unsettled by the strange sense of unease that was in no correlation with the comfort he felt as the tension slowly left him. He followed the movements of Miles’ heavily jewelled hands with his eyes to distract himself, noticed the way he pursed his lips around the cigarette, then his face was once more lit up by a smile that reached from one ear to the other effortlessly.

The moment he opened his eyes again, stared no longer into Alex’s, he focused on his fingers, the way they were still wound tightly around the glass, the cigarette trapped between his fingers. “Got good 'ands, dun’t ya?”

Alex was snapped out of it instantly, raising an eyebrow. “Wha’?” He asked, unable to look back into his eyes.

“Are ya good wif 'em?”

His eyes narrowed, his lip twitching and he stretched it slowly before stretching his fingers, the cigarette trapped momentarily between his lips before he took another drag. “I do play the piano” he stated dryly.

“D'ya play this?” Miles asked, sitting down and shuffling closer with the high barstool, his thigh tense as he held himself up before he shifted and sat comfortably against the velvet red cushion on top.

Alex followed the vague gesture of his hand up to the speakers, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. “Puccini, yeh” he drawled in a desperate attempt to maintain his expression of indifference despite the excitement he felt due to the recognition.

Miles cackled, nodding eagerly. “Bloodeh brilliant. Wha’ else d'ya play? Well, 'n listen teh?”

“Vivaldi.”

He nodded knowingly. “Tha’s reyht” he smirked, his palm grazing Alex’s thigh momentarily and he instantly felt the firmness underneath, the tension returning.

Alexander forced himself to look away, swallowing hard in a way that made his adam’s apple strain visibly, frustrated as well as angered by his own reaction.

“Oh, tha’s a fookin’ nice suit, innit?” Miles said, his eyes wide with excitement as he brushed his flat hand over the soft material that was tight on Alexander’s thigh.

His instinct was fuelling an urge to push him away, to alert his security, to react the way he would have reacted with any other stranger that disrespected him this way, discarded who he was completely and yet, he merely rose to his feet, pursing his lips in an attempt to maintain his composure yet again, yet caught himself not satisfied with the way the perfume had faded.

Alex’s heart missed a beat as Miles rose to his feet as well, his head spinning with anger that he somehow hoped he would touch him again and then the warmth of his long fingers was at his throat as he toyed shamelessly with the chain around his neck.

“This real gold, bello?”

It was the second question he left unanswered, licking his lips, comforted instantly by the scent that surrounded him again, the hair at his neck rising up when he felt Miles’ hand move from his chain to brush through his hair to move it from where it had fallen over his forehead and to his own surprise, although he should have known by now, the touch was not threatening, was despite the sudden impact gentle, slow.

“Yeh’re so pretteh, darlin’.”

Alex breathed out shakily, before he knew he was tilting his head into Miles’ hand, the words threatening to break his poise, tugging at the corners of his lips before they curled into an inevitable smile.

Miles felt an ache in the pit of his stomach, had been tempted before, but in comparison to his eagerness when he saw Alexander’s genuine smile, any attraction beforehand had been mild. “Fook, let meh take ya out of 'ere.” He swallowed, his own eagerness taking over. He cleared his throat when he sensed the huskiness and the depth of it. “Let’s go sumwhere more private, eh, luv?”

Alex raised an eyebrow, unable to trust himself speaking, taking a moment to swallow, to make sure he was composed enough. He wasn’t threatened by Miles, he wasn’t threatened by his words, his offer. He was threatened by the fact that he himself wanted to. “Wha’s in it for meh?” He asked, realised then that Miles had stepped even closer, that Miles’ body was shielding him, stood between him and the rest of the club and he didn’t flinch when his hand sprawled out over his ass.

For a moment, Alex didn’t realise he was holding his breath, exhaled shakily and held his gaze, shifting backwards slightly, unsettled by how far Miles was willing to go, how far he was pushing it despite the awareness of who he was dealing with, dared more than anyone Alex had ever experienced in his presence.

“The time of ya fookin’ life” Miles cackled, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ll make ya a nice drink, sweet'eart” he coaxed. “Can make ya feel better than ya 'ave ever felt before.” A smile was playing around his lips as he spoke, irresistible. “Come back t'mine and I’ll 'elp ya unwind.” His other hand was now flat against his chest, smoothing down the material of Alex’s shirt. “Promise ya.”

Even he knew he was bordering dangerous territory now, the reluctance on Alexander’s face as evident as the curiosity and he held his own breath, knew he was unprepared despite his awareness if he pushed it too far. “Say the word 'n I’ll take ya 'ome.” He tilted his head to the side. “Are ya finkin’ about it?”

Alex swallowed, stretching his lip, refusing to be reduced to something so unfamiliar to him. “A drink, huh?” He drawled, the depth returning to his voice. “Sumfin’ strong? Not gunna disappoint meh?”

Miles chuckled, relieved despite the tension he could feel in Alexander’s entire body. “You’re gunna need sumfin’ strong, luv” he stated. “Gunna beg meh for more when I’m done wif yeh, bello.”

Alexander clenched his fists, hardly managed a nod into the direction of his security to step back slightly. He swallowed yet again in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat, left him angry at how he felt so out of touch with himself and yet so stimulated at the same time. “I dun’t beg” he announced, his voice straining as he blinked once, twice.

Miles chuckled knowingly. “'ave ya got a car, darlin’?”

His lip was trembling, the hair stood up at the back of his neck. He was watching Miles’ lips move as he spoke, could no longer deny at least to himself that he was intrigued, tempted, drawn in. He refused to deny it then, had never denied himself anything he wanted, he was Alexander Turner after all. “I’ll 'ave teh bring me securiteh…” He was reluctant as he finally spoke.

“Wha'ever ya need, Al.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Weh on nicknames now?” He asked sceptically, defensive.

Miles chuckled. “You can call meh wha'ever ya want, sweet'eart.”

He had chosen to ignore the tease, the suggestion behind the pet names, couldn’t find it in himself to ponder exactly why he had allowed him to get away with them, refused to believe it was because he enjoyed the sentiment. “I’ll … I’m…” He leaned forward, found his movements were beyond his control. “I’m not committin’ teh anehfin’…”

Alex inhaled shakily when Miles once again withdrew his hands, merely reached out to brush his fingers through his hair again. “You’re in control, Al.”

He pressed his lips together, relieved when Miles only stepped back for him to be visible to the rest of the people in the club again after he’d drawn his hand from his hair, his cheeks still flushed with the way he’d leaned into the touch, found himself instantly craving more. Another deep breath and he gave a nod to his security stood close by, then looked back at Miles.

“Lead the way, sexeh.”

With his security before and behind him, Alex headed for the door, tempted to tell himself his head was spinning with booze but it was the excitement of the unknown, the awareness that once in the car, it was all going to be under his control, that no one was watching and he knew that had they stayed at the bar much longer, he would have owned up to his urge, his craving.

Miles smirked as he turned his head slightly when passing his friends, wiggling his eyebrows and giving a quick wink in front of Luca’s direction, the entire group starstruck. Although he had never been rejected, Miles felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he shifted closer to Alexander and placed his hand on his hip the moment they stepped outside, felt the way he relaxed under his touch. “Oh, fookin'ell” he drawled when the two security guards opened the doors for them. “I’ll get used teh this.”

Alex shot him a glare, only reluctantly stepped to the side to climb into the backseat while Miles walked around the car and announced his address, requiring for him to let go. As the doors shut and Matthew and James sat in the front, leaving them alone in an awareness that chilled Alexander more than he would have cared to admit, he stayed sat on his side, close to the door but the moment the engine started and the long car joined the late night traffic, Miles was right there, sat so close to him that he was surrounded by his perfume yet again and could feel his breath tickling his skin.

“Ya can sit wif meh” he drawled, raking his fingers through his hair. “I dun’t bite, Al.”

Alex tensed his jaw to maintain some sort of control, sucking in a breath visibly when Miles’ large hand sprawled out on his thigh, his legs apart far enough for him to let it wander lower, stroke the inside of his thigh and inching upwards slowly, allowing Alex to relax when he moved towards his knee again, then shaking his breath once again as he fell into a rhythm.

Alex could feel sweat gathering at his collarbones, swallowing hard before he lifted his gaze, turned his head, his heartbeat irregular when he was met with the intensity, the wild look in Miles’ eyes.

“D'ya want teh sit in me lap, zucchero?”

Alex breathed in shakily, the heat of Miles’ palm on his thigh, the slow stroke of his skin even through the fabric, it didn’t leave him as unaffected as he’d have expected. In a desperate attempt to demonstrate his control, he held his gaze. “Wha’ are yeh plannin’ teh do teh meh, Miles?”

Miles chuckled, licking his lips. He could tell that the inhibitions were slowly fading, that he was allowing himself to admit that he was intrigued, that subtly, he was asking for more, wanted to know what he was getting into, wanted to be coaxed in, owned, earned. But he wasn’t going to give in that easily with the restraint he could still sense. “Joost wanna see 'ow ya work, Al.”

Alex blinked in disbelief, despite his hopes had expected a response entirely, although he was unsure what that would have entailed and he swallowed, the skin at his throat straining.

“Alexander Turner…” Miles drawled. “Quite sumfin’, eh? Wha’ makes ya unwind, mm, sweet'eart?” He spread his fingers out further, could feel the tension in Alex’s firm thighs, his entire body on edge. “I bet ya like teh tease, eh, bello?” He hummed. “D'ya like teh play games?”

Alex realised then he was holding his breath, but the words ignited a spark within him, the words that he would have expected to fuel him to look away made him lean into the warm touch on his thigh.

Miles smirked at the sparkle, the twinkle of excitement and clear confirmation in the dark brown eyes he had lost himself in back at the club, enticed with how they lit up merely from the simple question he’d posed. He cackled, stroking his fingers through his hair, reveling in the way he leaned into it. “Ya do, dun’t ya?” He smirked. “Ya get off on games, eh?”

Alex bit his lip, holding his gaze as he found himself unable to speak, unable to figure out his own responses to the unfamiliar touches, the unfamiliar attention.

Miles’ touch on his thigh tightened slightly. “I wanna play wif ya so bad, Al…”

Alex cleared his throat, exhaling. “Yeh won’t tell anehbodeh?” He cursed himself instantly for admitting he was ashamed, willed himself to stand by his decision, he was Alexander Turner and he was not going to apologize.

“’s our secret, darlin’, dun’t ya worreh” Miles promised, leaning in to press merely the hint of a kiss on his collarbone, feeling the shiver even on Alex’s warm skin. “I kno’ you’re worried, luv, but ya dun’t 'ave teh worreh 'bout anehfin’ wif meh…”

Impulsively and unable to stop himself, Alex tilted his head back, exposed his neck and realised he was giving, offering Miles better access to him, his chest rising and falling shakily when he felt his lips against his neck, wet, open-mouthed kisses against his throat, his jaw, the sound of them, the warmth and scent that surrounded him leaving him motionless as Miles’ hand traveled up his thigh, spread it further to the side.

“Relax for meh…” Miles whispered. “'ow maneh 'ave ya 'ad?” He asked quietly, his breath against Alex’s neck. “Are ya a rough lover?”

Before he could respond, Alex’s eyes widened as Miles tugged lightly at his hair to angle his neck slightly backwards, drawing a strangled moan from him that lit up Miles’ eyes.

“Like teh beh treated rough yaself?”

Alex’s voice was merely a hint, his breath shaky. “’m … n-not sure…” He swallowed, his mind clouded with lust. “'aven’t realleh…”

Miles hummed, attaching his lips lightly to the base of his throat, sucking just before a bruise would have begun to form.

“Tha’ feels … mmm…”

Miles drew back to look at him. “Fook” he drawled thickly. “I’m gunna 'ave so mooch fun wif ya, Al…”

Alex swallowed hard, blinking, only subconsciously aware of the way Miles was waiting, asking, hoping and he gave a faint nod, his head spinning and his eyes falling shut when Miles’ hand came down to cup his face, to draw him in and pressed his lips to Alex’s.

He kissed him slowly, slightly taken aback when it took mere seconds until he felt himself pulled in by his shirt, hard and rushed and it was Alex that moaned into his mouth and kissed him back harder, demanded more and Miles was only too happy to give what he’d been dying to offer, excited by the evident shift, cackling excitedly before forcing Alex’s lips apart with his own, heated, eager, reveling in the way Alex groaned in response, whimpered at another tug on his hair as he cupped the back of his head and pulled roughly on those soft brown locks, the kiss feverish, the surprise of Alex suddenly pulling back as striking as the way he’d grabbed at him.

Alex was breathless, his head spinning, his chest heaving, his eyes wide as he stared back at Miles, his heart pounding in his chest. The man in front of him was not scared, Alex felt that for the first time, it was him that felt more unsettled by someone than the other person did by him, but there was no fear. Miles remained calm, his own breath slightly irregular, but the playful smirk had not been wiped from his handsome features, his jaw twitching slightly, a twinkle of mischief in his eye and he let go of Alex’s hair, scratched at the stubble of his jaw with his fingertips, his other hand still firmly placed on Alex’s thigh.

“Dun’t ya worreh, bambino” Miles drawled, leaning in to press his lips faintly to Alex’s skin just below his ear, felt him shifting into his touch yet again. “Yeh’re safe in me 'ands.”

//

Elana helped me so much with this, it was our notes and screenshots back and forth that I wrote this out of, thank you endlessly. This was a bit of fun, I desperately hope it does not take away from the main story, but I was inspired. My first ever Milex. Y’all know this could have a part two.

N A P U L E  N I G H T S

[buckisthatyou]

More Than This - 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x Natasha

Word Count: 1817

Summary: Sleeping with Bucky Barnes is a mistake as he does not know your true feelings for him and now he is dating Natasha.

Warnings: Angst, Language

Part 3

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Author note: Out of all time I have and my mind decided that 3 am is the best time to fucking write this. :’))) wow the audacity. so i apologized for any errors. im half sleeping and also english is not my native language. i hope you enjoy this part. and also that you’re  going to have a great weekend. 

He remembers.

You stare at your phone screen, reading the text over and over again. You try to come out with an excuse but you know Bucky will know you are lying. You shake your head, not knowing what to do. Should you ignore him and break the promise? The promise you thought he would forget just because he has a girlfriend now? The promise you thought he would forget just because you have ignored him for weeks, to keep your feelings away? You sigh again. You really are clueless.

Fuck feelings and emotions.

Right?

You begin typing your reply but deleting it after.

Why it is so goddamn hard to text him back? Why things are not the way it used to?

You decide a simple Okay will be just fine. But you still doubting your decision.

Is this right?

What if you hurt yourself again?

What if you hurt him?

The never ending question of What if surrounds your mind.

“Hey, y/n. Looking all serious there, is everything okay?” your colleague comes, his voice startles you.

You cover your worried look with a chuckle, putting your phone aside, you turn your head to him.

“Nothing big.” You give him a smile.

If he is close enough, he will know that it is a fake smile. A smile you have been practiced quite often since you found Bucky has a girl and it just happened not to be you.

“If you say so. Oh, by the way, can you come along with me to the 3pm meeting today? We can go to lunch together before heading to the meeting.” he kindly asking you.

Sensing the hopeful spirit in his tone, you nod.

“Sure. The one with John Co. right?”

“Amazing! I’ll wait for you at the lobby at 12.30. And yes it is the one with John.” He gives you another wide smile before walk off from your desk.

You take a look at your clock, you have another 3 hours before 12.30. You decide to prepare your files for the meeting before continue writing on your reports. Mind is focused on the task beforehand making you forget about Bucky and the damn concert date.

Bucky mentally prepared to impress you tonight. He wants everything to be perfect. He wants to make sure you enjoy yourself and be happy. He wants you to forget about the pain you have been through. Whatever is the source of your problem is, he wants it to be gone.

Searching for the one and only fancy floral shirt he owns, he can’t stop but to grin, thinking he will finally get to be with you again after so long. After exploring the entire wardrobe, he finally found the shirt, the one Sam gave to him as a joke because according to Sam, Winter Soldier is lame and so out of time. Spring Soldier is more unique and interesting. He never wore it because he thinks it is ridiculous but he knows how much you adore men in floral shirt.

“Wow!”

He heard you said. He turned to you. What had caused you to be amazed because the television was showing a boring advertisement. It couldn’t be because of it, could it?

“What?” he asked you, out of curiousity.

You widen your eyes, suddenly they darted away from looking at him as you brought your phone closer to your chest.

“Ummm. Nothing.”

He didn’t believe it. You must be hiding something. Something in your phone.

“Cmon. You can’t keep secret from me. Let me see what is it.” He pleaded.

His arm reaching for your phone but you turned your body away, avoiding him.

“Nothing, I swear to God, Buck.”

He noticed you got defensive, he smirked as an idea came to mind.

“Okay” he said, positioning himself on the couch comfortably before continuing watching the tv show.

But once he was sure you were not looking at him, he attacked your body. Hands on your waist, tickling you.

“Attack!” he yelled.

“Bucky no! Stop! Please. Oh God!”

You were half screaming, half laughing.

“I tell, I t-tell you but- God no Bucky! Stop!”

“Alright” he said with a smirk, detaching his hands from your body. But they were still in a ready position. In case you tricked him.

“It just stupid” you sighed as you sat up properly.

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to you, sweetheart.” He assured you.

“You tell me.” You handed him your phone.

He looked at it, a smile creeped on his face began to be bigger.

“Don’t laugh, Bucky” you warned him.

He let out a small chuckle, he couldn’t help it. “He looks good. But you know what doll? I’m much better.”

He said nonchalantly as he handing back your phone to you.

“Tell me, Barnes. How you can be so much better than Rami Malek in floral shirt? No offence, you are cute and you definitely can look better than any man if you try but Rami Malek? I doubt it, Bucky.”

“You will see, y/n. You will see.” he replied. He wasn’t supposed to be mad but the idea of you adoring another man made him kinda mad.

“Whatever you say, Bucky. You don’t even own anything other than your black t-shirt, your denim jacket, your red Henley and your fighting suit.” You playfully told him as you enjoyed the view of Winter Soldier pouting beside you on the couch.

He grabs a white shirt along with a black jeans to be paired with the tropical floral print button down shirt.

“Rami Malek who?” he says as he lays down those outfit on his bed. A smile does not leave his face.

The clock besides his bed shows that it is time for lunch, he takes out his phone, checking for your message. But nothing comes from you. The smile once never leave now is replaced with a frown. Many questions come to his mind. Not one of them is a good thought. But he doesn’t give up on you. Maybe you just too busy to reply. At least you read his text, that’s good right? You must know he coming tonight. You must know that he hasn’t forget about the important date.

After an hour waiting for your reply, Bucky starts to lose faith. You probably ignore him on purpose like you did these few weeks. He sighs. Laying on his bed, he closes his eyes, thinking to take a nap before he gets ready to see you. He doesn’t care you don’t reply to his text, he will still see you. He wants to.

But the sound of his door being opened makes him opens his eyes, turning to the doorframe, standing Natasha with a smile.

“Hey” she greets him.

“James! You know about it?” she jumps excitedly.

Bucky’s eyebrows are knitted together, trying to make sense of what his girl is saying. “What?” He asks her.

“About the date. I was planning to make it up to you since I left our breakfast date, so I thought of going out tonight. I already asked Tony to make a reservation for the two of us at this one restaurant.” She explains, making her way to his side.

“And I must say this outfit you pick is amazing. I can’t wait to see you in the floral shirt.” She continues, her eyes looking at the spread out outfit on his bed.

“I-I..” he tries to tell her about you. About the promise he makes to you but as soon as he feels her soft lips against his lips, he forgets about everything and just melts.

“Don’t forget 7pm alright, James.” she says as she breaks apart from him.

Bucky is still in heaven, having to taste her sweet kiss makes him living in cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down. Not just yet.

He nods as Natasha leans in to kiss his cheek. “7 okay? I see you later.”

As his gaze follows the Black Widow until she disappears out of his sight, he begins to realize about the promise. Instantly reaching for his phone, he finds nothing. Still no message from you. He thinks it is best to go out with his girlfriend now as you clearly don’t want to spend time with him.

You are finally home and you are relieved. Taking off your shoes, you walk to your room. Quickly picking out an outfit for tonight, you go off to take a hot shower. You have no enough time to waste as your meeting take a lot longer than what you expected. To convince the party to accept and join the project with the company you work with is tough but thankfully you managed to do it. But it doesn’t change the fact that you have less than two hours to prepare yourself for tonight.

You are waiting for Bucky nervously. You don’t know what to say to him. Last night you were crying in front of him asking him to go home as he tried his best to comfort you. You shake your head as you want the image to be gone. Forever. Hopefully nothing is too awkward between the two of you. Though you still doubt it. 

15 minutes after 7 and Bucky still doesn’t show up. It worries you as Bucky never late. Never. In fact, he always five minutes early.

Checking your phone, there is no message from him. You click his contact name, checking for the message he has sent you, making sure he promised to come by at 7 tonight.

As you open the message, you realize you haven’t even reply to him. You curse yourself. No wonder there is no respond from him. He must be thinking you don’t want to see him.

Fuck. How you always manage to make the worst thing to become even worse?

You quickly call his number.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Pick up the phone Bucky.

Ring.

Ring.

“Hello”

You sigh, relieved.

“Hey, Buck I-”

“y/n? Bucky is in the bathroom. Are you okay?”

You realize the voice does not belong to Bucky but a woman. It must be Natasha.

“Can you tell him I’m rea-” you are cut off by her voice, sounds like she is talking to someone.

“Thank you, we will order soon. I’m waiting for my boyfriend. He is in the bathroom right now.”

You figure she is talking to a waiter. She is in a restaurant with Bucky.

They are having a date. Together.

“y/n? Hello? Sorry about that. What is it that you wanna talk about?”

She asks you politely.

It makes you smile a little. Always as nice as Bucky. They are perfect for each other.

“No. It is nothing. I’m sorry for bothering you. Bye.”

You end the phone call. Looking down at your outfit, you let out a dry laugh.

“You are so pathetic, y/n.”

Part 5

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[sorcieresque]

leaked daisy and ai spicy xxx hot girls IM

pear-otter Yes. A bunch of times. My favourite one is where you’re a ludicrously wealthy trophy wife and I’m a down on my luck pastry chef. You hire me to cater an event and I fall helplessly into your wiles when I first visit your house. I’m amazed by the size and opulence of you and your husband’s house, but am quickly distracted by you. You descend the grand staircase in a sheer black robe, through which I can see your underwear, lacy and intricate. Your hair is artfully disheveled like you just awoke but your makeup is flawless. You want to give the impression of effortlessness, and vulnerability, and I buy it. As the date of the event grows closer, you invite me over more and more often, to adjust the menu. I wonder if you’re just lonely, or if it’s my company in particular you desire. I need this job, so either way, I don’t complain. By the day of the event, you have me completely at your mercy. I am enamoured and would do anything for you. You dress in a ravishing white blouse tucked into a tight pencil skirt. Your hair is in a ponytail, hanging in loose curls, and your eyes are endlessly sad when I see you. The event is a success, but just when it’s winding down, you find me in a back hall. You look scared, but maybe it’s all an act, your hair askew, and blood on your shirt. You say your husband is dead, and take me to see his body. I’m horrified, but you feed me a story about it being self defence. Whether I believe you or not doesn’t matter. I’m devoted to you, guilty or innocent. So I help you cover up the crime, make it look like an accident, burn your clothes. Help you wash the blood off. But when news of your husband’s death gets out, people are naturally suspicious. You’re the prime suspect, but I cover for you. Somehow, I’m implicated. When tensions are highest, we meet in your house, by moonlight. You convince me to confess to the murder, somehow making me think it’s my idea. You kiss me. Sometimes things get a little more heated than a brief kiss. The next morning I confess to the murder. You come to every day of my trial, still dressed in mourning clothes, as if you’re mourning for my freedom just as much as your husband’s death. I’m found guilty. You cry, and I hope the tears are genuine, but I never know for sure. For months you don’t visit me, and I try to come to terms with the fact that you used me, manipulated me into taking the fall for your husband’s murder. Until one day I have a visitor. It’s you of course, dressed in a tight black dress and a fur throw. You look like you’ve just come from a beautiful party. You act casual and coy, trying to play me as usual, but something’s different. I wonder what you want from me this time, what else is there, and finally I become frustrated with your cagey behaviour. I stand to go, but you ask me to wait. You admit you miss me. You just wanted to see me. At first I think it’s nothing but a trick, but there’s a desperation in your eyes that tells me you’re being truthful. Visiting hours end and you promise to visit again. And you do. There are trailers for conjugal visits, and you use your influence to let us meet in them, even though we’re not married. When I get out of prison, you wait for me in a fancy car, dressed in a wide brimmed hat. You’re wearing red lipstick, and you smile and ask where I want to go.

sorcieresque Firstly. I am high as shit.

sorcieresque Secondly, thank you for your candor. But wait, there's more.

pear-otter ?

pear-otter Are you really high?

pear-otter Daisy? Are you okay?

sorcieresque Yes and No. In your order. I said wait. I am typing.

pear-otter Okay.

sorcieresque I twice monthly entertain the idea of showing up at your door, the trope: Large coat and small lingerie. On your lap while you blush and stutter, fully-clothed. Trite, I know. I think I get off more to the power I’d hold than the subject prop of the fantasy; the patriarchy has sure done a number on me. I am aware lacy underwear and sexual confidence will not make anyone treat me equal to a man or give me the salary I deserve, that is, if I ever intended to get a job, then I could dethrone Elon Musk in a heartbeat. Where was I. These are lesbian asks and so we must take 30 minutes off being sex-critical feminists. We make love all night. I top, there is bondage involved. Much more Intimate, deeper: Sometimes I do not feel like Daze exactly but I’d rather wear a floral blue hawaiian shirt and men’s jeans, a silver gun strapped to my waist, my heart on my chest, hair long, disheveled. I walk like Daze walks and move like Daze moves but I am not a boy. I have never told anyone this. I think about girls like you but I do not know very many girls like you so you will do. A guy is hitting on you, you are clearly uncomfortable with his advances, leaning back into a locker. His arm is blocking you from escaping. I come over and put my arm around your waist and  One second I must punch Tyler in the face permanently she is being obnoxious.

pear-otter Hang on. Moire is there in the fantasy or Moire is there with you in real life right now?

sorcieresque Right now. I've punched her in the face permanently. Where was I.

pear-otter Your arm around my waist

pear-otter Also I have some questions but I’ll hold them til the end. Wait one is pressing, are you sharing this with Moire?

sorcieresque Into a locker his arm is blocking you from escaping I come over and put my arm around your waist and I could say something along the lines of The Lady Here Doesn’t Care For What You Have To Say or Excuse Me, That’s My Girl even when you are not in fact my girl, but instead I simply just kiss you on the side of the face and smile at him and escort you out of his grasp until we are out of sight. In this fantasy I do not expect to be paid back. I cannot stand a woman being harassed and will use my gentlemanliness for good. I want to be strong, imposing, protective. I want to intimidate men not with short skirts but swagger and confidence or as the kids say, Big Dick Energy. But you are grateful. You swoon a bit and perhaps kiss me on the corner of the mouth, write your number on the inside of my arm. I wait exactly four days to text you.

pear-otter I like it I like that you simply kissed me on the side of the face

pear-otter You don’t need words to convey your intentions to the guy, or aggression to intimidate him. That would be playing his game, and you don’t do that

sorcieresque sent a GIF

pear-otter Is this Moire

sorcieresque [[ WRONG PERSON ]]

pear-otter [[I see]]

sorcieresque Yes. I have punched her in the face forever. Thank you. I like the part where I convince you to plead guilty for the crime I commited. It's much too flattering.

pear-otter I like that part too It’s probably my favourite part

sorcieresque Let's unpack that.

pear-otter You might be able to do it. If the situation was right

pear-otter I don’t mean if you... you know. I just mean. I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t go to jail for you in real life though I’d escape In my fantasies I’m never a shapeshifter, although sometimes I’m not Ai either.

sorcieresque You wouldn't survive a day in prison. Do you often wish to pay, or perhaps, atone, for some unspoken guilt that you refuse to acknowledge.

pear-otter Hence why I’d escape

sorcieresque sent a photo post http://pear-otter.tumblr.com/post/175391797716/sorcieresque-no-yes-soft-pink-lacy-with

By the way, I forgot to say: Niiiiiiiice.

pear-otter Hmm, I don’t think so... Sometimes I’m the rich trophy wife and mmmsomeone else is the one who goes to prison. Oh. Thank you

sorcieresque Whom.

pear-otter Moire

sorcieresque I knew it.

pear-otter One time it was Val but then I just felt guilty

sorcieresque She'd do well in prison.

pear-otter Are you telling Moire?

sorcieresque I'll spare you the embarrassment.

pear-otter Okay

sorcieresque But I did do a dramatic reading of your fantasy. You're an excellent writer. She read mine over my shoulder. Everyone's a critic.

pear-otter Okay. Thank you? Did she laugh

sorcieresque Yes.

pear-otter Okay.

sorcieresque Like you laugh when. Puppies. I'll take you lingerie shopping.

pear-otter Really?

sorcieresque Yes. You'll have to model them though.

pear-otter You’re really nice like this Daisy Kind I mean

pear-otter I guess... I agree to go. If you still want to when this weird spell is over, and when you’re not high.

sorcieresque I am absolutely fucking stoned. You can't hold me accountable.

pear-otter I’m just saying if you change your mind and don’t want to go, that’s okay

sorcieresque I can still be mean.

pear-otter Oh I’m sure you can

sorcieresque You couldn't possibly escape prison. You're not. Wiggly. Enough. It's laughable that you think you could.

pear-otter I’m a shapeshifter?

sorcieresque Not in your fantasy. Check AND mate.

pear-otter Otters are known for their wiggles, Daisy

pear-otter Oh Well I never said I escaped in my fantasy

pear-otter Hang on are you saying I’m fat

sorcieresque I'm saying you're weak.

pear-otter I don’t know how I’d be without my powers so. Maybe Do you have your powers in your fantasies?

sorcieresque Duh.

pear-otter All of them?

sorcieresque They're me. I'm them. We aren't Daisy and an extra. I am me.

pear-otter Yeah well same but I still have some idea of what it means to be just human

sorcieresque When I was human it hurt.

pear-otter Oh in the cave? I was just an otter

sorcieresque Then perhaps you are an otter and an extra.

pear-otter I mean probably. My mother was an otter first Are you having fun with Moire

sorcieresque Mmmmtyer is too bony to be comfortable. Did your father fuck an otter.

pear-otter Gross To both

sorcieresque I mean, I ask. Respectully. Did he fuck an otter, respectfully.

pear-otter Of course not, my mother was granted human form before he was even born Yesterday at 11:07 PM

sorcieresque Where was her consciousness before that. Today at 6:31 AM

pear-otter She was just an otter. Today at 10:56 PM

sorcieresque That is so fucked up. That is absolutely goddamn messed.

pear-otter How?

pear-otter That’s just how it is. It’s how most kawauso become shapeshifters. And kitsune and other things.

sorcieresque Like in Japanese Cartoons.

pear-otter Kitsune? Yes, they’re very popular, including on the television.

sorcieresque Ah. I think I like otters more. Like puppies.

pear-otter Oh Thank you then Foxes do have a reputation of being more sly and wily

pear-otter You like when I film otter stuff right? You liked it a lot when you were sick before

sorcieresque But can they dance cinematic ally shot choreographies. I think not.

sorcieresque Check AND maete.

pear-otter Haha, I guess that’s true :) So ARE you having fun with Moire?

sorcieresque Mmmmnnnnnnnnn̯͜n͚͉̝̟͉n̙͎̳͓͢ yes. But you shall take this to your grave. I a mswearing you to secrecy of the highest degree.

pear-otter Okay sure

sorcieresque PINKY swear. With Your HEART.

pear-otter How can I pinky swear with my heart I have to do it with my pinky finger

pear-otter Whatever I Pinky Swear.

sorcieresque [Photo of Daisy dragging her hands down her face in an exasperated gesture, her eyes bloodshot white, the fleshy pink of the inside of her eyelids showing.] The Fat man of Sand is pouring his concoction in my eyeballs. If there's anything else you wish to know Speak now or forever hold your peace.

pear-otter Aud’s weird boyfriend? Is Aud there too? Oh actually wait

sorcieresque Hmm.

pear-otter In your fantasy?

sorcieresque Mhmm.

pear-otter You said um and I quote “I top, there is bondage involved.” What does that mean I mean I know what bondage IS I MEAN Hypothetically And I guess? I understand the first half of the sentence But could you perhaps elaborate!

pear-otter Haha or not? It’s okay!!! The moment has passed I guess I was just curious

pear-otter Daisy? Are you telling Moire this? I was just Joking isn’t the right word Playing along haha You probably fell asleep or got too caught up hanging out with Moire, which I hate I mean I don’t hate Moire!!! Just the thought of you two hanging out, especially high, really bothers me Why am I saying this What if you’re making out That’s hot ***NOT THAT’S NOT something you would want to do??????? Right???? If you were not high STOP Anyway. Good night Daisy I hope you’re not making out with Moire or bonding with her too much I mean I hope you sleep well And Moire. Apart. Maybe in separate rooms even Oh no. You’re going to wake up, not high, and see all this It was nice talking to you like this. Um. I don’t suppose we could pinky swear my last 500 messages into secrecy too? Good night