#playernoir

ghostrider: you know what would really hit the spot right about now?

ghostrider: peach cobbler

ghostrider: with a scoop of vanilla ice cream?

NSFW prompts

David startled himself in the night; one of those weird falling dreams. He looked down at Noir, still peacefully asleep on his chest, and kissed the top of her head before wiggling out from under her. As he went to stand up, he heard her stir. “Mm-what’re doin’?”

“Gonna get some water,” he whispered, “do you want some?”

“No thanyou.”

He stepped out into the hallway and made his way to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water because he had a feeling she’d wake up and finish his off. Grateful for stealth skill, he manuevered back into the room and assumed she’d gone back to sleep. He took a long sip from his glass and gave a deep sigh to calm himself down from the falling sensation. “Issat water?”

“I got you a glass,” he said, bringing it to the blonde’s hand.

She hardly sat up to take a sip of the water, some of it spilling onto her a bit before she held the cup back up for him to take. When the glass finally left her hand, she murmured “I luh you” before rubbing her face back into the pillow.

003. an apology

noir,

i’m writing this to apology, even though i have no clue what i’m suppose to be apologizing for which kind of makes this letter nullified. which definitely seems like something i need to apologize for. either way, here this goes.

i’m so damn sorry. i miss our friendship, i miss us. remember when we tried to sneak out of my dad’s house and got caught by my sister who definitely ratted us out? yeah, that sucked but we were in that together. we have always been there for each other, even when i was back in buffalo. you were the first person to make me think of ohio as a place i could call home and since you have been one of my best friends. i can’t lose you. 

i’m sorry for whatever i did to break us up. all i want is to be your friend again, i want to be able to be there for you and just be able to tell you all my shit and you tell me all yours. please, tell me how i can fix this. 

there has to be a way, abby.

– izzy

013. a letter from the past

abs –

I TOLD YOU I WOULD WRITE YOU A LETTER. you asked for this so now you are going to get it. this is what happens when you say that you miss the aesthetic of pen pals. SO HERE YOU GO !!!!

first off, buffalo is still buffalo. i would like to say that it’s just as boring as ohio but c’mon. you know ohio. at least if i traveled for 6 hours i would be in nyc ( yes 6 hours, back off !!!! ). though i still stand by how buffalo is better than nyc which means it has to be better than ohio.

within the first minutes of getting home, i discovered that my sisters raided my closet over the summer and now more than half of my clothes are missing or gone. so guess who’s going to be spending the next four hours after writing this to take my stuff back? that’s right. me. U G H.

why can’t i just hide you in a suitcase and take you here with me? would make this place a million times better that’s for damn sure. 

i legit have no idea what else to write considering the fact that we spoke on the phone like 2 minutes ago. please tell me that ohio is painfully dull and that you won’t throw any crazy parties without me!! 

they had been playing their little game of cat and mouse all night. they did it often, but it was finally at the point where he knew if he got her close enough he’d end it, cave, surrender, let her win. noir had given him a look and in his drunken state he couldn’t exactly decipher what it meant, but he followed her around the corner and into the hallway. mars jogged a bit to catch up to her laughing frame, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her from going any further before turning her and pushing her up against the wall with his hands on her hips.

he rest his forehead against hers for a moment before lowering his head to the crook of her neck, ghosting warm kisses along the exposed skin. his hands found her forearms, raising them slightly while sliding down towards her wrists before interlocking their fingers, pressing the back of her palms into the wall. placing a kiss at the corner of her jaw, he whispered into her ear, “i think you’ve won.”

Illicit A Response

He was ready for it, in theory. The confrontation. But he wasn’t expecting her to come at it so head-on, especially given how sparse she’d been making herself. “And what about it?” he asked, eyes downcast. 

Poppy Starters

“Give me a second to think.”

Fine. He’d give her the time to think. Though he’d spent so much time letting her think when she made the executive decision to ice him out. He swallowed, throat dry, when he answered her. “Whatever you need,” he said quietly. “Always.”

~*~

“I must be someone important now,” David said, looking away from Noir as she approached his hospital bed.