#heircurse

[wihlted]

send  “🌿🍒”  (or  "mistletoe")  for  my  muse's  reaction  to  standing  under  a  mistletoe  with  your  muse   ♡ / @heircurse

it  was  a  tradition  for  the  carlisle’s  to  host  plenty  of  holiday  parties  each  winter  .     every  corner  was  filled  with  some  kind  of  shimmering  detail  that  serena  had  agonized  over  .     she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  would  ever  manage  to  be  the  hostess  her  mother  was  ,   but  it  would  be  worse  to  let  the  tradition  die  .

the  halls  were  decked  ,   though  serena  hadn’t  done  any  of  the  actual  hanging  herself  .

it’s  one  of  the  hallways  ,   marble  beneath  their  feet  and  a  ceiling  high  above  them  .     serena  could  never  reach  it  .

but  harry  made  some  joke  ,   something  that  made  her  laugh  and  roll  her  eyes  at  the  same  time  ,   and  her  gaze  looked  up  ,   catching  the  emerald  and  ruby  mistletoe  that  decorated  the  air  above  them  .

❛     oh  ,     harry  .  .  .     ❜         serena’s  lips  turned  upwards  into  a  little  smile  ,   as  she  took  one  of  his  hands  in  hers  .     maybe  somewhere  else  she’d  feel  sheepish  ,    but  there  were  no  eyes  other  than  his  .         ❛     it’s  christmas  tradition  .  .  .     ❜        leaning  up  on  her  tip  toes  and  her  other  hand  held  onto  his  shoulder  ,     she  pressed  a  feather   —   light  kiss  to  his  lips  .

[devilscheck]

@heircurse sent ❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

ASKBOX FUNTIME !

Before she could EVEN come up with a response, her eyes rolled with the buzz of the party around them. This is how it ALWAYS was, a certain adoration to dramatics that couldn't be so easily put aside. At her core, she LOVED them too; there was a forever need for the melodramatics of it all and the way that he brought a certain touch of CHAOS into the room that she did too. It worked nicely, it helped silence the daunting questions and anxieties in her head, soothed by another CHAMPAGNE problem instead.

"You're lying through those PRETTY teeth of yours, Harry. When do you think I became like an idiot?" One brow raised, a question he wouldn't DARE answer unless it was to plead some apology that he'd suggest such a thing. "Lucky for you, he was just ADMIRING the view-" a sip from the glass between her fingertip as she took a step forward to adjust the collar of his shirt. "Which you've spent an AWFUL long time ignoring. Can't get mad when someone else wants to take a new piece home to their art collection when the other collectors are putting a masterpiece in the shadows, huh?"

[liftedrelics]

@heircurse sent: if i don’t walk away, i’m gonna fucking hit him. (max guevara <3)

Arms are crossed underneath her chest, head tilted to the side and a single leg sticks out with a popped him. She has all the attitude she owns on display in this moment. Security is refusing to let them through, even with his high status and she has half a mind to slug the asshole herself.

"I'm feeling a bit violent myself right now, I think that's a good idea."

[liftedrelics]

@heircurse sent: thanks for coming over, i’m just having a complete meltdown. (peter parker <3)

He's worried. When Harry had made the call he'd sounded panicked, like the world was ending and Peter was the only person who could help him. What could Parker do that Oscorp as a company couldn't? Was it friendly advice he needed? Something only a friend could help him with? He's never really heard that kind of desperate need in his friend's voice before.

A single shoulder shrugs low so the strap of his backpack hangs off and begins to dangle. The other shoulder follows and he catches the strap with a hand to ease it more gently to the ground by the door as he enters the room. "Yeah no, really it's no big deal." He starts, following Harry. "So uh, what's going on? What do you need my help with?"

[pauvreange]

@heircurse asked: “You got hurt, again? Again?”

a lot can happen in a week or so whilst he is away on a business trip. WITH EACH PASSING DAY, IT IS ONE CLOSER TO MEETING THEIR LITTLE ONES. knowing that twins tended to be born prematurely, finishing their room is of the utmost priority on her ever growing to-do list. of course, the osborns have the money to hire out every single interior designer and contractor within the state and the next ones. however, ange preferred doing what she could by herself. still in the early stages of the second trimester, PREGNANCY HAD DONE LITTLE TO SLOW DOWN THIS NEUROTIC BUSY BEE. this diagnosis has thrown a slight wrench into her plans, though she'd be back and ready within the next week or so.

❝ it's just tendinitis in my right hand, ❞ she coolly states a little too casually, almost as if it is a normal occurrence. a bright ice pack-hand compression device is fastened to her dominant arm as she moves to collect his coat with her non-injured one. ❝ the doctor says i've been working too hard on the nursery. ❞

[pauvreange]

@heircurse asked: ❝ i'm way off my game. my game's left the country. it's in cuernavaca... ❞

in spite of his playboy persona, this entire courtship has been rather innocent so far. ADMITTEDLY, HE'D BEEN NOTHING BUT A GENTLEMAN TO HER, albeit a cheeky one at times. there had been so many other contenders, BUT IT HAS SOMEHOW BEEN NARROWED DOWN TO HER AS THE FRONT RUNNER. much to her confusion, the two are still seeing each other —- not that angélique minded too much. nevertheless, with each ensuing date, her perplexity at the situation grows. he could easily have anyone he wanted, though he is still seeing her. NOT TO SELL HERSELF SHORT, SHE IS A WEIRD GIRL. point blank, no two ways about. he could have gotten a less weird heiress or debutante instead of her.

what appear to be his usual techniques do not quite work on her the way he's used to. her unfamiliarity with american norms paired with her autism diagnosis made a wicked duo for him to contend with. most of his tricks seem to go right over her head—- both literally and figuratively. UNFORTUNATELY, HIS FLIRTATIONS TAKE 4 TO 7 BUSINESS TO FINALLY BE CAUGHT ON BY HER. sorry harold. ❝ ah, do you need to hop on a plane to retrieve it ? ❞ she inquires with a slight quirk of her brow. IT IS FUNNY TO HER CAUSE IT IS TRUE. if he wanted to, he could commandeer one of his family's or company's private planes to get there before the sun will set.

[imm0rtalcd]

"i lied. when i said i didn’t care. i always did." — @heircurse

in all honesty, she already knows that;  either harry's a worse liar than he thinks himself, or she's even better at reading people than she thinks she is (and that's pretty fucking good, if she says so herself). a deeply flawed man and sure, she doesn't know all the reasons why — doesn't know what pieces of his life have shuffled together like a shitty deck of cards to create the man before her, not by any stretch of the imagination — but what she does know? 

he's not so bad as he seems to think he is. at least, not usually.

"fucking duh, harry," and she's kind, but not quite kind enough to sugar coat that one, even as she tucks herself into his side, settles against his body like she belongs. hums out a little sound of content as she makes herself comfortable, like there's no place else she'd rather be, and really, some days, that's true. others, he's lucky she's so damn nice or she'd tear him a new one.

chin settles against his chest as she peers at him. "you care about a lotta shit more than you wanna act like you do, which, like, fair," a beat, and then, "but it's gotta be tiring, right?"

[grooveys]

❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜

It was a house warming party. The coffee bean gang was back in action and it brought a warmth to her heart. With the exclusion of one, of course. ( Rest easy in the skies, Gwendy. ) She and Peter finally made the big leap to live together in the cozy high rise of the Big Apple. Modeling contracts were coming in one after another. Mary Jane always knew she had the looks and styles. It was nice to at least get paid for them.

The party could have lasted hours longer if Red wanted it to. She was meant for the night life and the party scene. It's a title she attached herself to. Now, MJ domesticated herself to also blend into Peter's life. Knowing he can only handle the groovy adventure for so long before being burnt out. Finding some excuse to escape off into the dark, seeking his own fun and pleasure. She didn't blame him but, of course, worried.

Harry and her were left alone now. They always seemed to sink into familiar patterns of domesticity even though they were never in a relationship. At least a real one. " No, no, Tiger. Don't you dare help. " Swatting a towel at his hand, " You're a guest in my house. All I want you to do is enjoy that drink and keep me company. " A towel dried the wet glass over and over and over again. Antsy at the two being left alone together. " It was nice seeing you and Peter talk again. Haven't seen that in awhile. "