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Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.

Closed starter | @amoonlitmemory

“Do I ask questions, or do I just help you clean up all this blood?”

someone do an au with me like he’s a photographer and she is the model like a playful one that is always being cheeky and he’s just serious. she knows what she wants in life and he’s just lost in life since his girlfriend died 5 years ago and he doesn’t know what to do but she just a ball of sunshine and he was just instantly attracted to her but scared that he was going to forget about his dead gf and ends up loving her

Oh. Oh shit.

Her heart stopped the second she saw the name above the message. That was not meant for him.

Ruby sat up so fast that she nearly knocked her phone out of her hands. Sleepy confusion turned into full-blown horror as she clicked back to the chat, praying she was hallucinating. Nope. There it was. Sent. Delivered. Read.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, as if that would somehow undo the fact that King—her neighbour King—had just seen that.

Her mind raced. Maybe he hadn’t actually looked at it yet? Maybe he’d just seen the notification and ignored it? But no, knowing him, he definitely opened it. Her stomach flipped at the thought.

Okay. Breathe. Fix this. Damage control.

Fingers shaking, she quickly typed out a message:

"OH MY GOD. King, that was NOT for you. I am SO sorry. Please just pretend you never saw that. Or delete it. Or—oh my god, this is humiliating."

She hesitated for half a second before sending it, then groaned, flopping back onto her bed and covering her face with both hands. Of all the people…

truth be told king had always had a thing for her. did he do anything about it? oh, absolutely not. he was the first one to be informed of her useless and irritating male partners she kept and yet he never tossed his hat in the ring. he'd made jokes about it because they had this thing between them, a sort of tension if you will that couldn't entirely be pin pointed. he liked it that way, ad he enjoyed being the one person to wind her up. on this evening in particular he was just about to text her as her light was still on quite early. they'd been neighbours long enough he could catch the glow in the corner of his eye even where he was sprawled out on his bed. it wasn't until his phone pinged and he realised it was her, he was a little surprised. could she read his mind? not really thinking anything of it he clicked on the picture half asleep before he realised the extend of what was on his screen. well. his evening took an interesting turn. @littledaydreamers

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Naimh couldn’t help but grumble under her breathe as she watched the other man walk away following the intruders threat. A part of her looking forward to the fight as if to help prove her capabilities and strength only for the opportunity to disappear. “And what makes you think that he wouldn’t have finally met his match with me? I do not like to be underestimated.” Not having many other options and also being low on funds for the time being, had her taking the offered seat. “I’ll take the drink considering I no longer have other forms of entertainment.” She paused briefly before mumbling. “Thank you.”

Jacob found himself rolling his eyes at the fiery young woman. He usually would have found the impassioned woman capable of fighting her own battles impressive but he’d had a long day and wasn’t totally convinced it was a fight she’d be able to win despite her protests. He, himself, could have probably taken the male on but in all honestly he didn’t fancy the fight. “You saw the guy, did you not? That man was six foot three, he could have just stepped on and you’d be splattered like a grape. Do you want to be a squashed grape? I thought not, now please, choose your fights wisely and preferably when I’m not around. This is my quiet time and I do not react well to people disturbing it.” Jacob chastised the young woman shaking his head at her. He nodded his head at the bar keep gesturing for two more drinks to be brought over. “Have you ever tried gambling? There’s only a slight chance of being murdered or a fight breaking out and much more entertaining. You should try it.”

Text to King: He is not scrawny! But no, not him... not that it's any of your business. Text: As for whether I do this often... wouldn't you like to know ;)

Ruby blinked at her screen, her brain short-circuiting for a solid three seconds as the next text came through.

He did not just—

Her fingers twitched as she hovered over the message, like maybe if she stared at it long enough, it would disappear. But no. It was there.

She had expected teasing, maybe even some cocky remark, but this? She hadn’t thought he’d actually send something back. And yet, there it was. King, in all his smug, self-satisfied glory, clearly very pleased with himself.

A surprised laugh bubbled out of her before she could stop it. She hated to admit it, but the sheer audacity was kind of… impressive.

Text: Oh, you did NOT just send that. Text: You’re ridiculous.

She paused, fingers tapping against her phone as she debated her next move. Giving him a reaction was exactly what he wanted, but ignoring it would be just as bad. So, instead, she went with:

Text: But hey, points for confidence. And congrats on your erm...impressive package👀

text: ooo burn. i am scorned.

he couldn't help but chuckle at her words, finding this all very amusing and not what he had expected for the evening but there we go.

text: who was it for, huh? not that scrawny idiot i saw outside your door the other day is it? god help me if it is.

text: do you send these type of things often? or is this just a spontaneous decision, hmm?

he was curious to know if she did this often. not in a shaming her kind of way, there were just types of girls who were confident in doing so and others tended to be a bit more subdued.

text: (sends her a photo back of him in his underwear with a clear outline of something)

text: now we are even, no big deal.

this is a reminder that i literally do not care if you reply in five minutes, five months, five years.  still owe me something and want to start something new? go for it.  still owe me something and want to answer memes or send memes instead? go for it.  just not jiving with it and want to do something with a different character? go for it.  need to disappear into the wilderness and scream at the sky for a few years? no problem.  you take any and all the time you need.  this is a hobby, it is for fun, it should not ever cause you stress.  you do what you want to do when you want to do it.  i will never be mad bc you drop something or it takes a year for you to answer it.  this is a collaborative hobby that we do for enjoyment and if it isn’t fun, if it isn’t sparking joy, do something else. you take care of you.  

"And yet here you are still here talking to me," Aiden replied cockily, a smirk tugging at his lips.

.  🕸️ㅤ♡   ˖⠀❛⠀⠀to m &. f   ,

                         w/ jewel   .

                             ‘       i thought i could love anyone   ,                 but you’re          .   .   .     ’                       a cruel   ,                 cold-hearted person   ,                 a mean jerk   ,                 a bully   .                 &. yet   ,                 there was that attraction   ,                 that pull towards them       —       it was intense   ,                 almost impossible to resist   .                 they were the kind of person that made her heart go pitter pat   ;                 pitter pat   ,                 even as jewel hated them for taking advantage of her   .                 it was love / hate   ,                 but the hate won out in the end   .       ‘       you’re a JERK   ,                 but a HOT JERK   ,                 i’ll give you that   .       ’

muse a is fresh out of prison, solitary confinement to be exact, and hasn’t truly seen the light of day for at least a couple of years. they’re adjusting to the real world; they barely speak anymore, and they haven’t experienced gentle human contact in what seems like forever. insert muse b, their new neighbor.

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last song i listened to: terms and conditions by Seb Lowe. (little fitting giving the election haha)

favorite color: Mint Green.

currently watching: Law and Order SVU, Monk, The Bear, Call the Midwife, House of Dragon (it's getting difficult to fit them all in. Maybe I should binge-watch one programme at a time, haha.

spicy/savory/sweet: Sweet or Savory depending on my mood.

relationship status: In a relationship

current obsession: Crocheting, writing (and rping), The Bikeriders (the film), Bridgerton, tarot cards and anything period related whether its reading, writing or watching-- or just discussing things tbh.

tagged by: @butlerbarrow <3 (took me a while to actually do it, whoops) tagging: @amoonlitmemory, @vicletnight, @byronlc and anyone else who wants to do it!