forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy snorted, rolling her eyes. Of course he would remember that. It had slipped her mind, but now she did as well.

“Of course you do. I think I’ll just stick with ‘nerd,’ though,” she declared with a smile.

“Well then, Gorgeous… whatever you like,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He liked this—going from serious to playful without much effort. “Nerd it is, then.”

“Or hun. Hun could work, too,” Daisy mused, taking a bite of her food. “Whichever you prefer.”

“I think I prefer ‘nerd’,” Arvil joked. “The first nickname you ever gave me, darling.”

Daisy rolled her eyes with a small smile and shook her head. “Sure, Arvil. Nerd it is, then,” she said with a chuckle.

“And what would you like?” Arvil questioned her cheekily. “Or do you much prefer ‘darling’? I sure do.”

“Whatever you want, nerd,” Daisy singsonged. Her cheeks heated up slightly, giving them a light pink hue even as she pretended that she wasn’t blushing.

Arvil smirked when he noticed the color on her cheeks, understanding that she was flustered. She blushed so easily, it was amusing.

“Daisy Darling,” he hummed. “Has a nice ring to it. Been calling you that from the beginning, haven’t I?”

Daisy huffed softly, rolling her eyes. Her cheeks turned bright red, though she ignored that, too.

“Yes, I suppose you have. Guess it would make sense for you to continue, wouldn’t it?” she hummed.

“Definitely,” Arvil hummed around a mouthful of food. “Ah, right. I talked to my mother. She wants to meet you, too.”

“Oh. All right… Does she, uh, know? About this? What it really is?” Daisy asked, stumbling over the questions a little.

Arvil chewed on his bottom lip. “I have a feeling she knows,” he admitted. “And if she asks me, I’ll let you know I can’t ever lie to her.”

Daisy hummed a little, thinking. “Okay. Okay, then— then it’s fine. As long as she won’t tell anyone, it’s fine,” she breathed.

“She won’t,” Arvil promised. “My mother can keep secrets like a professional. And she’ll love you, so don’t worry about that, either.”

“Well, that’s good, at least,” Daisy sighed, glancing down at her plate before looking up again at his next words. “I hope so. Not that it really technically matters, of course, but…”

“She will,” he assured her gently. “You’ll like her, too. She’ll probably end up spoiling you, whether you’re my real wife or a fake one. As long as you’re lovely.”

Daisy’s smile widened of its own accord. When he finished speaking, though, she scoffed playfully and rolled her eyes.

“I’m always lovely, Arvil. I thought you’d know that by now,” she joked.

Arvil winked, loving the smile on her face. She was so beautiful. Did she know that? He couldn’t even tell her every day, even though he wanted to all the time.

“Of course you are,” he chuckled, reaching over to pinch her nose. “Have I ever doubted you?”

Daisy scrunched her nose up and leaned back away from him. “Don’t pinch my nose. How rude of you, Arvil Davis.”

“I’ll pinch it whenever I want,” Arvil shot back, playfulness dancing in his eyes. “But maybe if you asked nicely… I’ll stop. For today.”

Daisy stuck her tongue out at him, shaking her head. “I think not,” she declared with a feigned haughty look.

“Then I shall do it again,” Arvil declared, reaching forward to pinch her nose again. “Rethink your decision, fair maiden!”

“No, never!” Daisy exclaimed, pushing her chair back slightly so that he couldn't reach her.

Arvil quirked an eyebrow, as if to say ‘You think that’s going to stop me?’

He stood from his own chair to walk over to hers, pinching her nose before she could escape.

“Try again, Daisy darling!”

“Hey! I still have food to eat. You can’t just do that,” Daisy protested, her nose scrunching up again.

“What’s the magic word?” Arvil asked, the grin still on his features. “Say, ‘Arvil, the most handsome man to ever walk the Earth, please stop!’”

It was ridiculous, but this was Arvil with Daisy now.

Daisy rolled her eyes and shook her head as she looked up at him. “I’m not saying that,” she refused, then proceeded to stuff a bite of pasta on her mouth.

“No?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “I’m giving you time to reconsider, darling. Trust me, you’d want to reconsider.”

Daisy shook her head and continued eating. If she kept heating, he couldn’t do anything to her, right? He wouldn’t want his own fiancée to choke to death, would he?

“All right. You asked for it,” Arvil wasted no breath in grabbing her wrist, making her drop her fork. He pulled her to her feet, pressing her back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I’m giving you another chance,” he whispered into her ear, fingers against her sides. “You know what’s coming next, love.”