a little bit of happiness

She had made really good progress. It was all their parents talked about. Which, he guessed was a good thing. Robert wasn’t sure when the routine of visiting her in the hospital had solidified into his schedule. But here he was, walking down the hallway to the entrance to her room. Not bothering to knock, really. A greeting would work. Right? Or was that too comfortable?

He also didn’t know at what point he had started to feel so familiar.

Lila’s cheeriness took him off guard some, but it was nice. “ You sound good. ” He mused, commenting on the rather obvious inflection in her voice. “ You’re coloring already? Speedy recovery. You ready to kick those casts off and get out of here? ”

#q.#troublesomemix #lila x robert; 001 #lila.#convo || lila #Someone has it bad? Naaaah

If this was any other dude person, Lila would think they were being condescendent or plain mocking her, praising her recovery based on her ability to combine colors but coming from Robert she knew it was genuine. He was genuine. And kind. And rather good at readong out loud, which had become one of her brightest memories from her stay at the hospital.

"uhm thank you. I do feel much better today honestly. Even got my hair done," she teased gesturing towards the braid over her head with her good hand before starting to put away the fancy markers her best friend had brought.

To his second question though her smile dropped a smidge but kept the good spirits all the same. "Oh I wish. I still got a few more weeks with the caskets but hopefully I'll be heading home in a few days and take it from there." She almost (almost) asked if he'd still visit there but decided against it.

"How you've been? How' life outside of here?"

thedevilsbckbone

He noticed the way Maeve seemed to get tripped up for a moment and his expression shifted from a split second of concern as she seemed to choke. His body tensed for a moment, ready to leap into action if needed, but before any rescuing had to be done, he saw her take few drinks from her coffee which seemed to help. "You alright?" He asked, brows furrowed softly. Once she clarified she was a writer as well though, his expression shifted and his brows shot up in surprise. Well that was a fascinating coincidence, he couldn't help but think.

"Really?" He straightened a bit, his smile slowly returning. "What are the odds." As if he wasn't already intrigued by the woman, here was just another thing to draw him further in. He laughed, nodding in understanding to her predicament. It made her sudden appearance there make all the more sense. "Oh yeah—I know that feeling. I have definitely been there before. In fact, I struggled with an ending to one of my stories for so long that I had to shelf it and write two other books in between before I was able to finally go back and finish it. And it haunted me the whole time. Like even while working on the other books, I would still just always have it in the back of my mind, pestering me." He chuckled as he recalled the memory before taking another bite of his food.

"What is your book about if you don't mind me asking?" Dorian inquired once he finished the piece of pancake. He enjoyed getting to meet and converse with other writers, see what kind of work they got into and their writing styles and occasionally swap tips and tricks to the trade. | @amomentxofhappiness

#q.#thedevilsbckbone #maeve x dorian; 001 #maeve.#convo || maeve

"Honestly! Sounds like the beggining of a joke 'two writers walk into a shabby chic house'" she joked with a huffed smile before taking another quite large piece of her set of pancakes and down it. If this were a date or anything resembling that, she would've began eating smaller portions, be proper and poised as she had been taught--both by life and due to her research to make her books as historically accurate as possible (in romance novel standards anyway. It was a massive pet peeve of her not to have stories set on a specific historical time to be anything other than historically accurate. She had to chill accorsing to her friends (and her publisher) but it was also one of the things that made her books niche in a way. Yes, her austrian court wasn't the actual, historical court but wverything else? Aa close tochiatory as possible. She vaguely remembered the rabbit hole of research she had gone through regarding how women handled their periods and births, gave her nughtmares for days.

But this was not a date and Maeve was going to stick to her 'sworn off men' policy until lunch at the very least.

She did listen intently at his predicament and understood it; she hadn't written two full books before this third one that was eluding her but she had type a couple of novellas related to side characters but hadn't shared them with her editor quite yet. She thought they'd be handy or cute to share as epilogues or maybe their own book binding once she had more. It was nice, exploring a presumably little character without much to do with the main ones and discover their inner brightness.

Ugh. The question she loathed the most, even though she was very proud of her books. Damn academia. "Hmm about the austrian court. Well, they're set there, 19th century. I write romance novels and they're quite popular right now," she offered with a small, worried smile. "How about you? What's your genre of choice?"

"Well, I'd hope you wouldn't deprive me of treats!" She laughed, arranging the table so the cake, the second star of the show, was right between them. "I only brought one fork though, I guess we'll have to make do. " Being subtle was for nerds. She wanted her treat. "As my guest, I insist you get first bite, if you'll allow me to give it to you personally."

#q.#florxdexcerezos #florxdexcerezos; 004 #f*ck the family business || adam #convo || adam

Oh she was good. She was going to be his downfall (figuratively speaking of course), all because of a coffee and cake. It was true what they said, you get a man's live through feeding him. Quite literally in this case.

"Fair enough, but I'll need to find some other way to repay all your kindness today," Adam agreed to the cake plan and leaned a little over the table, taking a sip of the coffee and then gesturing towards the cake and opened his mouth a little, eagerly awaiting.

Kind temper. “ You can blame my upbringing on my disposition, truly. My mother had intentional laid out plans for how us all needed to behave in society. She'd be the one to direct your compliments to. ” Though at his age, it was ingrained in his brain, how to act and behave in public. There were...slips surely. But he was human. Maeve was realistic. “ At least you're honest. They've got to respect that. ”

He looked down at his drink, reflecting on the macabre situation Gabriel had found himself in. But he pushed the dark thoughts away, nodding in appreciation, and as always, the gentleman expression of steeled emotions playing on his features. “ Thank you. We're all relieved. Future Mrs. most of all I'm sure. ” A chuckle-- “ We might be able to arrange something. A business luncheon perhaps? ”

#q.#troublesomemix #maeve x nicholas; 001 #maeve.#convo || maeve

Maeve hadn't reañly paid much attention before (she had, of course she had, but she was in denial) of just how measured and controlled Nicholas was. She had added a Duke to her fantasy austrian court, one that was anal and posh and always ever so proper. Her Duke however had hidden dreams and fantasies and a particularly kinky side that she doubted this Duke had.

But it was intriguing nonetheless. Was he only shallow responses and polite smiles or was there something under all thar royal propriety?

"Must've been hard, having your whole life planned ahead by someone else,"she commented holding onto her glass but refusing the impulse to take another zip and instead reaching for a fry to nibble on something and keep herself from saying some rude or silly thing.

"I do hope he pops the question soon though. I need to work on my wedding ensamble," she tried teasing and then gave him smile at the thought of gossip over lunch. "Oh that'd be lovely. I can even get my publisher to pay for it on accounts of research. And if they popped the question we can also plan their bachelor and bachelorette parties."

lcstinthewoods

Wanda's heart pounded away in her chest, nerves and excitement alike buzzing through her system and causing her insides to do flips. She couldn't recall ever feeling so positively elated, and in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wish her brother could be with her to bask in her happiness. It was a strange and sudden thought, and it led her to wonder what had happened to her brother, but as she tried to remember, a searing pain shot through her skull, leaving her vision momentarily red, and she hastily pushed the thought away. It didn't matter; she was sure her brother would find out soon enough. All that mattered was the here and now and how complete she felt in Steve's arms.

She knew she was pushing at temptation, but her body was alight with desire for him that she couldn't help herself, not when his hands felt so good upon her. But she was prepared for him to stop her, prepared for him to put distance between them as propriety dictated, so she was pleasantly surprised when, instead of removing her hand from his chest as she expected, his mouth was crashing down on hers, and Wand melted.

In the back of her mind, a voice whispered that it didn't matter what they did. They were getting married, and it wasn't as if it would be either of their first time --

As he gently pushed her into her room, a noticeable peace settled in the air as the door shut behind them, and Wanda quietly moaned into his mouth, shivers raking down her spine as his lips trailed a warm path down her neck and his hands caressed her back. "Steve," she breathes out, head falling back and exposing more of her skin to him as her own hands wander blindly over his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "I love you." She echoes, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging his head back towards hers so she could reclaim his lips.

#lcstinthewoods #lcstinthewoods; 001 #steve #convo || steve #sin.#Look at him disappearing for half a year and then deciding to come back q a vengeance #Im going w she had that sexy piece of kind of a short dress under the dress like they used invthe 50s #But left it vague in case her dress is still on #Up to you bb!#Hes two secinds away to tossing her in bed and banging her like mad ngl

"i--love you too," he whispered against her lips in between kisses, first fumbling with her dress and the momentarily giving uo to help her with his shirt, ripping off the last few buttons and chuckling at it. "I'l sew them tomorrow," he added trailing his mouth and teeth desperately towards her neck and under her ear. Once his shirt was finally off (the damn thing kept fighting him) he moved back to try and find the zipper of her dress and lowered it once he managed to find it, hands caressing fsbric and skin and feeling her warmth. He wanted to be caring and slow and savour the moment but at the same time he had wanted this-- her, just like this for so very long that his desperation was winning over and making him be rushed and a little sloppy.

Keeping his hands and lips on her skin, and then heading back to her lips, he pulled away only enough to meet her eyes for a moment, as one of his hands caressed her chest and tummy over the thin fabric of cĺothes and found its way under her skirt, back of his fingers brushing against her inner thigh before he started rubbing her clit and folds over the fabric of her underwear. "Want me to stop?" he asked one last time against her lips, eyes like a hawk on her face not to miss a single moment.

dcydrecmings

"Ah, I don't think I'll ever learn to be that organised while cooking." Would it be easy to do? Absolutely, but considering she was staying perfectly within the shallow end of conversation, she reasoned it didn't much matter about what she thought.

A quiet laugh left her at the look on his face after her comment about cookies. "Not even the chocolate chip ones. One of my siblings when I was younger thought they'd be funny, and put a whole load of spices into the mix while my mom was baking. Now all I can think of when I look at cookies, is how awful I felt after eating one that day. I don't even know which of them was to blame, given nobody ever owned up to it." Was it oversharing? Maybe, but it beat talking about what had brought him to her door. "Thank you. So... Do you share your dinner with random neighbours often?"

#q.#dcydrecmings #chase #convo || chase #Sorry this took me months! Im ok if u feel like dropping it np!#dcydrecmings; 003

"Now that's just sad. My sister and I have done horriblw things while growing upbut, ruining cookies? That's a whole different level of evil." He joked as he got some dishes and the boxes of chinese food.

"Chopsticks or fork?" He asked before continuining. "You know? You are presenting me.with a challenge I cankot refuse: find the right kind of cookie that will restore your fate in cookies." Was he even talking about cookeis? Possibly not.

To her last question however he shook his head. "Not psrtocularly no. Only when they need some company. Or when I need some company," he shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

"Have I overstepped at some point?" He asked, a little confused. Maybe he wasn't looking at things from the right perspective. On his own lane, he had attempted to balance his want to express affection and perhaps a little bit of physical clinginess with Prue's general anti emotions. He respected it, and he imagined she had plenty of valid reasons to feel the way she did.

Perhaps his small moments of selfishness were too much even still.

"Sorry, I thought I had toned it down." His job was a provider after all, and he felt it his only purpose to do things for her. Her independence was important to her, and he didn't try to impose upon that, even when he wondered why anyone would want him around if he wasn't providing something.

"I...don't know how else I would show I care. " He knew words were out of the question, but if he couldn't demonstrate it through actions. Then how would anyone believe him?

#q.#florxdexcerezos #chase x brett; 001 #chase.#convo || chase

Chase shook his head before setting down the beer. "No man, noy at all. It' not about you. You're great, and you're so unironically into her it' quite endearing," he joked before setting his hand over Brett's shoulder. "You gotta understand that opening up has never been easy for her, has it? Thats not a new trait but--but after Josh died," Chase sighed and wet his lower lip looking down at the table.

"At one point I was genuinely scared for her man. Josh was--was her world and she was his. They were very wrong in paper but just bloomed with each other and losing him the way she lost him, in a sec," he snapped his fingers. "Just like that he was gone. And she --she went quiet and closed off and--and I see how she is with you and I get glimpses of her old self and that's great and I know it doesnt seem like a big deal to you. But showing up with flowers and being there all the time, it' gonna drown her and she's gonna push you away. You gotta give her some room to miss you man."

There was a track playing somewhere in the party. He had another tune looping around his head for this interaction. As if this was a film. Dork. He was sure she wasn’t interested in the soundtrack of a dumb cute boy meeting her at yet another party. Wasn’t that just college life? You’re at university, the parties are endless. He was handsome, it wasn’t difficult to find girls attracted to him. But, Robert he, well.

He was still thinking about just one.

She was the same height as Lila. Maybe a little flirting would do him good. He hoped, maybe possibly, that it could be her. Maybe he was just delusional likely. Because if this was not Lila he had a LOT of explaining to do. “ I agree. Seems like upstairs might be the best place to start. Ladies first? Or should I be the hero and lead? ” A little cheeky, but again there was some alcohol influencing his tongue. Her hands on his body wasn’t helping either, doing just as much damage thank you very much.

#troublesomemix #robert x lila; 002 #lila.#convo || lila #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh desr lord what was happening what was happening. Lila was not getting out of her comfort zone, she was practically zooming awayfeom it in a ferrari (always vintage, even in panic).

But this is exactly what she had come here to do, wasn't it? She had made so much progress getting back to trust herself and be cocky sure of herself. Finding a new passion after the accident had really helped her but she was still, to an extent, the same broken person with scars from the hospital. They were thinner and lighter now, but still could be felt if touched. Hence the long stockings all the way to her knees (the fashion statement of the ensamble was just an excuse to hide that one) and the long sleeves. Hopefully they'll stay on. I mean it was sexy to keeo stockings on while--whatever, right?

And whatever was certainly happening way faster than she had anticipated; she was dizzy in her mind already, heart thumping in her chest and her mouth entirely too dry. Was thus a mistake? Possibly. Was she going to do it anyway? The warmth of his body under her hands and how easy it felt to talk to him (banter with him more likely) was leaning her decision towards a very resounding yes.

"Uhm yes, sure," not her finest comeback. "I mean you go first, you have more kevlar on," she managed to save face (hopefully) and reached for his hand to hold in hers not to lose him through the people (pretty hard to miss him though with that height of his but also, deep down to ground herself in his warmth and not to lose momentum).

Maybe next time she'd have comfortability to show off. Next time? There hadn't really been a first time, just a really good first date. Silly god. Persephone really didn't know what fully came over her, but Steve was... captivating. She could still feel the tingle of his lips on hers. With a full grin she gripped his hand, letting him lead the way out of this little hideaway. They made quick work, Persephone not really keeping track of how much time passed as they went from car to road and finally to the little house she had. Her eyes darting over to stare at Steve often during the drive midst conversation. Her home was private and cute, a little escape of her own. The keys twisted in the front door knob to open it up, her hand shaking only a little.

There was a lamp on in the living room, a light on to welcome them in, the old wooden door closing behind them. Her eyes were stuck on Steve, dropping her coat on the rack by the door and sneaking glances. “ Welcome in, ” she smiled, her words as soft as the nerves burning, standing in somewhat close proximity, her hand reaching out to lightly touch his. “ Its no Olympus, but I like it that way. ” Olympus too gawdy for her taste. This was more her style. Bright neutral colors and minimalistic designs with a hint of green everywhere.

#q.#troublesomemix #steve.#convo || steve #troublesomemix; 002 #sin adjacent.

It should not come as a shock to someone that has the king of Asgard on speed dial and knows he lived like a frat boy for over a year that the Queen of the underworld and Goddess of spring would live in a small, warm apartment full of plants. What did he expect really? Her crowns on display? That was far too egotistical for the little he knew about Persephone, both the flower shop girl and the goddess of myth.

Setting the pie bag near the door where she left the keys, Steve took a step inside and closer to her, soft smile on his lips. "It' very cozy and beautiful, just like you," he whispered reaching for her cheek with the back of fingers and caressing the skin slowly and then setting his hand over the side of her neck, thumb brushing over her jawline. "Should we put the pie on the fridge or... maybe show me your crowns or... hmm remind me, where were we before getting here?" he teased with a playful smile on his lips, his breath catching on his throat.

the-life-we-fear

Kaine swung his guitar to hang on his back as he rested his hands on his hips with annoyance. 'What makes you think I don't wash it regularly?' His upper lip curled after the last word. 'The ladies love that shirt. It's also my way of hinting to them what song we'll be playing next.'

He only agreed to letting Lila helping him and his band out because she was his best friend's roommate. And he always enjoyed, despite how annoying women can be sometimes, in helping them out. 'The sweat on it is only from last night. We ran a bit late so I haven't had time to throw it in the pile.' He pointed his finger at her. 'Don't even think of throwing it out. It doubles as my lucky shirt.'

#q.#lila x kaine; 001 #lila.#convo || lila #thelifewefear

"The way it's worn off and stinky?" Lila teased. It wasn't that terrible but she just felt like snapping back at him. Lifting her hands in defeat she nodded, "I wouldn't dream of it. This isn't an episode of queer eye. Im not gonna throw away you stuff, I just wanna help."

"I bet the ladies do. Maybe you should have someone sell copies of it," always the PR mogul daughter, came through her pores. "If they love it so much that is." Taking a deep breath she pinched the bridge of her nose to attempt to avoid the headache that was starting to form, the headhead seeme dto have a first and last name. "Howninvlined would you be to wear sunglasses while playing? Or a leather jacket? I found some cool vintage ones that'd look great on all of you. Lift y'all up a bit."

ofxinnocencewrites

The sound that she had made did not go unnoticed. Her gaze moved to his chopsticks and the food that was being held in front of her. Her eyes locked with his again as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the bite of food. His low voice slightly distracted her as she chewed on her food, enjoying the taste that was released from the food that he had fed her. "It is truly delicious," she uttered softly, her dark eyes still not leaving the man sitting in front of her.

Only when he asked her a question, Ayla was able to pull herself back to the present a bit better. "Yes, I live a few block down from here. I've been wanting to go to this place for a while now, never have taken the time to do so." And then exactly the evening that she did decide on visiting this place, she would bump into her boss.

"But I don't think you live near here?" It was not the fancy part of the city where their office was. For some reason, Ayla had always expected Lu to be living in a penthouse at the top of one of the tallest buildings in the centre too.

#lu x ayla; 001 #ofxinnocencewrites #lu yang.#convo || lu yang #q.

Lu wasn't entirely sure how this would play out but he was enjoying the ride for the time being. He grabbed yet another piece from the different options his dad had prepared and offered it to her again, his eyes moving from hers to her lips as she spoke. He thought it would a good idea to cave a little and show her he would gladly also stare at her ass if she got up--as he had done countless times when leaving his office.

"It is a nice neighbourhood. Nicer now than a few years ago even. Gentrification and all huh?" He offered looking up at her eyes again and grabbed some food for himself without looking away from her, chewing calmly.

"I lived around here for many years. Then moved closer to the office and now moved back," it was useless to pay 3 times the priice only to leave 3 subway stations closer. And he liked it here.it provided freedom--and the ocassional chance to get into a fight with strangers when they attempred to rob him. Being a black belt had its perks.

"Maybe we are neighbors and everything," he teased picking another piece of food. "Would you like me to continue feeding you Miss Ayla?"

#q.#florxdexcerezos #florxdexcerezos; 001 #ben.#convo || ben #sin.

The sunlight was pouring in his bedroom window by the time he woke up. Gally usually liked to be up with it, but after being up so late he couldn't fault himself. He showered, keeping it fast after noticing Prue wasn't in his bed. There was a delicious smell wafting in the air when he was finished, dressed in casual gym shorts and forgoing the shirt. He was drying his hair on the way down the stairs and to the kitchen, said towel finding its way to the hamper somewhere in the middle there. Galileo allowed himself to pause and stare. He...really liked the way it looked with Prue in his kitchen. Maybe a smidge too much. After the indulgence he cleared his throat, but not the heated look in his eyes, to announce himself. “ Morning. Smells fantastic. ”

#q.#troublesomemix #prue.#convo || prue #prue x gally; 001

What was Prue trying to accomplish exactly? Be a good sport? A great shag that also had the ability to feed him pancakes (the one thing she could cook from scratch). She certainly wasn't running off the moment they were done.

It was troubling really, that she had let this get this far. That she had gotten so very carried away by their chemistry, by his tone in bed to throw caution to the wind. She wasn't even worried about pregnancy bwcause of the pill, but who knew what Gally could've been exposed to? What she had been exposed to? Yes, she was clean now but she had had aome ST.Ds. it was stupid. Stupid and reckless and a sign that something was very, very wrong with her. Maybe she was self destructive like Parker but in a whole different way. Maybe she just had a thing for him. Maybe Gally had gotten under her skin with his smile, and quiet demeanor and his books--she loved that he loved books in a non-obvious way.

And they were so wrong for each other. So very wrong for each other.

Still, when he came downstairs with his wet hair and a smile at her she couldn't help one of her own. Fuck.

"I hope you're hungry, I made enough for a whole baseball team."

ofxinnocencewrites

All of her children were all for their social lives. One of her sons lived for his basketball career. One thing Jules still did not understand, because she was tiny as hell. He had definitely inherited his tall genes from his father. Her other son was pretty much a little genius. Or at least; that is how she called her son. But he was all into his science team and all the competitions that they had to go to with their school.

Jules' daughter (and youngest one) was not sure what she wanted to do at all. It meant that she had a different hobby every month. And apparently; this month's new hobby was drawing and sketching. So far the woman had to admit that her daughter didn't exactly have the right gift for it. But she was determined to get it mastered. Despite the fact that next month she was probably onto the next one. But until then, she would bring her twelve year old daughter to the college for a nightly drawing class. The young girl had already bounced into the classroom when suddenly someone spoke to her.

The red haired woman looked at the man who had spoken. A new face to town and one Jules had learned about fairly quickly. A brother to Aiden, another Riordan kid. One who was younger than her but he was a nice sight to behold. But that was a thought that she pushed away fairly quickly. Her divorce had only been finalised about a month ago, while they had been apart for nine months already. But it was still hard to find a way through it all with her ex-husband.

"Oh, I am not the one taking the class. My daughter is, she's rather excited about this one. Are you taking it?"

#Ive seen sweet magbolias so many times i can tell u exactly which scene that gif is taken from #colin.#convo || colin #ofxinnocence #colin x jules; 001

Colin smiled, pleased at the fact Jules wasn't dismissing him or pretending they had never met. It gave him hope--hope??

"Yes actually. Just finished one about oil painting. I'm dabbing into different... things," he admitted with a playful grin. Pivoting to the kid while having his hands in his pockets and a totebag with his painting things he spoke to the samller one. "The drawing class for teens seems pretty good too. The professor is very good."

He had been checking here and there to start giving some "so are you both staying for the class or,,, " he asked the Mom gesturing towards the door with hus head. "Cos I was heading to get some coffee at the place around the corner if you want comopny while waiting for the class to be over."

wrldofmyown

#frank.#convo || frank #q.#wrldofmyown #sin.

Meeka waited until Adam was gone before moving again. With a low exhale, she grabbed her fan from the floor and dusted it off before trying to alleviate the warmth on her skin. Whatever had taken over her had faded, and she was now faced with the results of her actions.

Someone could have seen them, and everything would have been ruined because of her selfishness. As if things weren't bad enough. When she left for Spain again, she would leave behind a trail of destruction in her wake. Hell.

She returned to the ball room, looking calmer than when she left. Her first action was to scour the crowd for sight of her sisters or Lady Padme. But when she did not find them, she knew it was punishment. Isolation. Abandonment. Rather than swallow such treatment in public, she decided to leave. Only to be found by Lady Violet and Adam before she was able to walk away from the building.

What a wonderful conversation that was. A lecture which Meeka swallowed without biting back. Even if Violet wasn't her stepmother, and maybe wouldn't lash out, it was never worth the risk. Even more so when she was right. She decided at some point during the carriage ride that she would tell Maly. She would end this farce.

When she returned to the Kenobi manor, she was informed that Maly was with Ben. So Meeka waited. Sat quietly, shamefully on Maly's bed to wait for her. It would be private, it would be saving grace. It would not happen. Maly didn't return while Meeka was awake. Meeka eventually sulked to her own room in the wee hours, and resolved to get Adam to explain.

That was how she ended up alone, in front of Adam's desk the next morning. Scandalised from finding a sleep deprived Maly in a shirt that was not her own roaming the halls to her room. "You have to stop this, Adam. Someone could have seen us, and could say something." Many people have seen them hearteyesing at each other, as well as Maly and Ben. "They could embarrass you both publicly." She was far less important in the equation. This was Adam's home turf, and Maly would still be on the market for a husband. They still had to seek beyond this.