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rlupinswhore · 2 years

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Prompt List

• you can use these dialogue prompts when requesting. it is obviously your choice to use my prompts or not :)!

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fluff dialogue

"Did you just lick me?!"

"You smell nice. Come here. Hug me so I can smell like you."

"Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

"You're freezing, Jesus!"

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair"

"Kiss me or i'll cry."

“You can sit on my lap until I'm done working"

“Is that my shirt?”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Cuddles? Please?”

“You look beautiful,” “Oh shut up,”

“You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes,”

“Are you insane?” “Yes,”

“I’m not drunk!”

“Not my kid, not my responsibility.” “It’s a dog!” “No, it’s your kid.”

“Oh my god, are you drunk?”

“You’re adorable.”

“You forgot your money? Oh, don’t worry, love. I’ll pay.”

“Look at those squishy cheeks and bright eyes! I love everything about you so much.”

“You can’t keep wearing your ferret and calling it a scarf.”

“Crushing hard, huh?”

"You make me look like a garden gnome."

“God, I missed this.”

"Did you just take my muffin?" "Sharing is caring, baby!"

“What happened to your pillow?” “What are you talking about? You are my pillow.”

"Well at least your mom thinks you’re handsome."

“You really need a haircut.”

“I can explain.”

"I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

"You are being extra sweet today."

"It's cold in here! Can you warm me up please dear?"

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angst dialogue

“are you ashamed of me?”

“don’t raise your fucking voice at me.”

“You’ll always be a friend.”

“It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”

“You’re choosing her over me?” “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“You are so naive.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

"For what it's worth, I never gave up on you."

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy."

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?" “Like you still love me.”

“Do you think I care?”

“I wish we never met in the first place.”

“Do you ever listen to what I say?”

“Leave. Right now.”

“I am hurting too. Did that ever occur to you?”

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smut dialogue {18+}

“Focus only on me.”

“You’re naked aren’t you”

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours”

“Strip. Now”

“Bite me” ”If you insist”

“Get on your hands and knees, right now” “Take off your clothes for me.”

"I dare you to fuck ____."

“Turn around for me.”

"I want you to touch yourself."

"Behave."

"This feels dirty..." "Because it is."

"Bed. Now."

"Let me give you a reason to stay in bed"

"Don’t forget who you belong to."

"No panties?"

" Haha, You're so cute when you're nervous ."

" I'm literally holding back from ripping that dress off your body "

" Time for your punishment , kitty "

“take off your shirt.”

“i missed you.” “how much?”

" Do it slowly..."

“fuck it, i can’t even pretend like i don’t want you anymore.”

“kiss me, kiss me again.”

“don’t leave any marks.”

“Does this feel good?” “Like I’d tell you if it did. Your ego is far too big already.” “Know what else is big?” “Your forehead?” “Damn. Low blow.”

“You’re smart.” “Do you want me to do your homework, or let you fuck me? Because no to both.” “I can’t complement you just because?” “No.” “Hm. Well you were right. Wanna fuck?” “No!”

“i need you.”

“such a slut” “only for you”

“shut up.” ‘well why dont you come over here and make me?’

“mine” ‘say it again’

“you look so good with my hand around your neck”

“[name]—” “Ah, ah, ah…” “S-sorry… [title - mommy, daddy, master, mistress, etc.]…”

“We can’t just fuck on the side of the road!” “Can’t we?”

“You don’t want me? Why are you soaking through your panties, then?”

“We can’t do that here!”

“I forgot my towel”

Feel like another round?

“We’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny”

“Please remind me why we’re having sex behind a tree”

“Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then”

“really? right here? you know people are going to see us...”

“be quiet, you wouldn’t want all your friends hearing us right?”

“bad girls get punished y/n”

“Focus only on me.”

“if you beg, you can cum.”

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dark dialogue {18+}

{will be added soon!!!}

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shwazzberryswriting · 3 years

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Convenience

Pairing: Jaehyun x Original Female Character | Reader

Genre: Angst with Fluff and Smut

Summary: Jaehyun is feeling depressed after a breakup ------- Written from a prompt: *Must be about Jaehyun *Use these words (random word generator): -slice -lid -restless

Word Count: 2,007

Rating: Mature, explicit sexual content

Author's Note: Another Random Word Generator Challenge with a friend. This is the first Jaehyun fic I've ever written. Please enjoy!

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Jaehyun brushed his hair out of his eyes as he stared at his empty fridge. He’d forgotten to buy groceries. Shutting the fridge door, he gathered his things to make a trip to the convenience store a few blocks away. He couldn’t sleep anyway. Despite having felt justified in his recent breakup, he’d spent a couple weeks feeling his mood shift, and now he was left with a dread, a realization that he’d let something vital go. The first month of smug vindication had spoiled into a restless depression.

Everything felt grey, and he shook his head in annoyance as he realized his hat and his face mask were grey. He was literally turning himself grey. The late spring night was humid, though Jaehyun felt a cold thunderstorm brew inside of him. He felt like the sad Zoloft ball in the American ads that he’d seen on TV when he was a kid. There was a cloud that followed the lump of sadness and poured rain on it and nowhere else, a summation of his life.

He strolled lazily through the drinks, staring carefully at every bottle he came across. He could have gone to the convenience store just across the street from his apartment complex, but there was a slim chance that his ex would show up at the convenience store he took the extra 5 minutes to walk to. She worked the night shift, and they had originally met at the convenience store when she’d gotten off work to grab a snack and he’d been on his way home from a night out drinking with friends.

Kimi had been flirting with the cashier, having left her wallet at home, going so far as to sit on the counter and crossing her legs as she asked the cashier if she could pay him back the next evening. The cashier, a college student who looked tired and worn down with his job, simply told her to get off the counter and stated that he could not give out things for free. It was what she did when she’d gotten off the counter that convinced Jaehyun to ask her out on a date.

“I refuse to stop my performance until you give me this bottle of Coke,” she’d said. With a soft, “5, 6, 7, 8,” she began dancing, and though he had no idea who she was at the time he instantly recognized her dance moves. She was stepping well in line to the big final dance to the song “All That Jazz” from the musical Chicago. He’d auditioned for it just a month prior.

The playful, spontaneous approach to solving her problems had been great until she would run out of laughs and fun problem solving skills. Kimi would bury her anger or frustrations, something that Jaehyun did as well, so after 6 months of dating, their built-up frustrations blew the lid off their tension when she’d accused him of being selfish. Thinking about how he’d rolled his eyes when he responded that he didn’t care what she thought of him, he let the uncomfortable guilt in his gut freeze up like a large block of ice, knowing he shouldn’t have been so dismissive with her.

Drinking his Milkis at the front of the store, Jaehyun leaned up against the wall and stared up at the lamp at the corner of the street nearby. His lips were silently moving as he recollected the lyrics to an old Ray Charles song he used to listen to when he’d stand in the same spot, waiting for Kimi to arrive at the bus stop at the end of the street. The happy tune of the song was a reminder of what was lacking in his life though, so he stopped thinking of the song, and took a deep breath before taking his phone out of his pocket to look at the time. He immediately shoved his phone back into his pocket as he saw Kimi step out of the bus that arrived at the end of the street. He caught her attention immediately, and she ran a hand through her hair before taking a few steps closer to him.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“Shitty,” she replied. “Still trying to get over a shitty ex who didn’t show up to dinner with my mom for her birthday.”

Wordlessly, she walked into the store, and Jaehyun realized he’d been foolish to wait to see her. He didn’t remember his walk home, but he’d regretted not buying any alcohol when he sat down at his kitchen table. The motion of her fingers tucking her hair behind her ear was ingrained in his head, and the Ray Charles song was blaring loudly from his phone as he ate his sandwich. In the middle of his third bite, Jaehyun felt like chewing was too much work and didn’t want to eat anymore. His phone vibrated loudly against the table, distracting him from his sad late-night snack, and he picked it up to see that Kimi had texted him two simple words.

Kimi: come over

After tossing the sandwich into his fridge, Jaehyun rushed to his bathroom to freshen up before rushing over to Kimi’s apartment. He hummed along to his playlist as he walked to her place, a 15 minutes’ walk from his place. The humidity felt more pleasant as his cheeks were hurting and he touched them, realizing his lips were curved up into a smile, something he hadn’t done for at least a week. It was possible that Kimi was inviting him over to finalize their breakup, but Jaehyun knew this was his last chance at apologizing for hurting her.

Deciding that his first words to her would be, “Thank you for inviting me over, please hear me out, because I want to apologize,” Jaehyun knocked on the door to her apartment. When the door opened, Kimi was wearing one of Jaehyun’s old black tshirts with her red silk shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks, and he blanked, letting her take his hand as she led him inside.

She pulled his jacket off his shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her. After shaking his jacket off, his hands grabbed her ass cheeks, kneading them with his large hands, and they moaned into each other’s mouths as she walked backwards, leading them to her bed. Her lips were softer and sweeter than he remembered, and he groaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth. Her right leg hooked over his left leg as he pressed his body over hers to lay her down on her back.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said when they broke from their kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to say sorry every day.”

“Fuck now, talk later?” she said breathlessly in return. She moaned as he slid his hand down between her legs and rubbed his palm up against her clothed heat.

“I can live with that,” he replied. He smiled down at her as his middle finger pushed up against the silk fabric of her shorts and he felt for her clit. He kissed her as he used two fingers to rub against her slit. Her shorts were quickly dampening, and he moaned into her lips as he felt himself start to grow hard.

He laid down onto his back when they’d taken each other’s clothes off, and he could barely whimper out her name when she’d taken his cock into her hands and bent down to kiss his shaft. Nodding, his hands ran through her hair, and he held her hair in one hand as he watched her lick his balls, the warmth of her tongue and the gentle suction of her mouth on his sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure up into his stomach causing him to whimper.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft and she pumped it as her mouth moved up to wrap around the head of his cock. The noises she made as she sucked on the mushroomed head caused him to whimper again and he jerked his hips up, surprising her. She licked the tip of his cock a few times before taking it out of her mouth and she smiled at him as she sat up and moved to straddle him.

She hooked her legs over his, so her feet were tucked under his thighs, spreading her legs wide as she angled his cock up against her entrance. Her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as she looked down at him. He sat up, and dipped down to kiss her breast before he flicked her nipple with his tongue. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other grabbed her breast and he massaged it, groaning as he felt his cock grow warmer and his blood rushed faster when her hips thrust against his body in reaction to what he was doing.

Raking her nipple with his teeth, Jaehyun chuckled as Kimi moaned loudly, throwing her head back. She gave a dry laugh, and used one hand to grab his cock and directed it toward her entrance. He watched her close her eyes as she pushed his cock into her. She was tight, and wet, and he moaned into her neck as he kissed her skin. His hold on her waist tightened as he thrust his hips forward.

She cursed as he filled her up. Both of his arms wrapped around her body and he kissed her neck before his tongue licked where he felt her pulse. He sucked on her neck, and she moaned as one hand grabbed his hair and held on tight. She groaned as she thrust her hips back and forth in a shallow rhythm, the small friction sending Jaehyun onto the edge as he felt his balls burn up.

His hold loosened and he moved his hands to her hips as he took over their rhythm, making the thrusts rougher and deeper. With every thrust in, Jaehyun groaned when the walls of Kimi’s pussy would shake, a sign that her orgasm was begging to come. He gave a handful of hard fast thrusts, and bit down on his bottom lip as her arms wrapped around his neck and she thrust into him as she rode out her orgasm.

He panted in shallow breaths as he held her close, seeking for his release as her pussy squeezed his cock tight. She kissed him and began thrusting her hips fast, making him come soon after. They broke their kiss when he gave one last push into her. Their arms were wrapped around each other when they were lying in bed together. This was a slice of heaven Jaehyun thought he’d never get to see again, and so he kissed the temple of Kimi’s head before brushing her hair out of her face.

“I missed you,” he spoke up first.

“I wish you would have told me sooner,” she replied. “I’m sorry if I was pressuring you to get serious.”

“I’m sorry I was too chickenshit to be a better boyfriend,” he said. He kissed her. “You didn’t pressure me. Meeting your mom scared me, and I acted like an asshole.”

“I missed you,” she said, sitting up. She brushed the front of his hair and ran a finger down his cheek. “You still have a lot to make up for.”

“I will,” he said, nodding. He ran a hand down his stomach, tempting her to come back into his arms. She rested her back against his body, and he turned his body in to spoon her before kissing her shoulder. “First thing tomorrow, breakfast in bed, and I’ll make you your favorite breakfast food.”

“Sounds like an excuse to keep me in bed all morning,” she said, intertwining her fingers with his.

“Forecast says it’ll rain all morning,” he said lazily, shutting his eyes. “We might as well spend all morning in bed if it’s going to be grey outside.”

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heytherejulietx · 4 years

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For the writing prompts could you do 16 and 17 with jughead and make it fluff? I love your writing by the way!!!!😁😁

Rain ~ Jughead Jones

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Requests are OPEN

Notes - This one was SO FUN to write! Thank you so much for requesting it! And thank you love, I really hope you enjoyed this one too. ❤️

Warnings - None.

Word count - 1.6k.

Prompts -

“You’re freezing!”

“Come here.”

Y/N hated the rain. She could never understand people who liked it. Rain was just more of a nuisance. It seeped into your shoes and got your socks wet, it dripped past the collar of shirts so cold water was dripping down your back, and it was always so extremely cold.

As if the universe was out to spite her, Y/N always happened to be out in the rain. Her parents didn't drive, so she had to walk everywhere. Ending in her often getting caught out in the rain if she had to be somewhere.

On a cold Saturday afternoon, when most people were huddled inside out of the torrential rain that was pouring over Riverdale, Y/N found herself walking through the town on her way back from lunch at Pop's. If she'd had known at the time how bad the weather would be that afternoon, she'd have eaten at home. But the morning had actually been pretty sunny, so of course she hadn't thought twice about it.

Another product of her thinking that it was going to be a nice day weather wise meant she didn't have a coat, or a jacket, or literally anything that would protect her from the rain. Just a jumper that wasn't very waterproof at all, and a pair of jeans. The rain had seeped through her clothes to the point where it felt like she was in a freezer due to the wet and cold. She couldn't feel the ends of her fingers, the digits looking way too pale than normal. And to make it worse, the water had managed to get into her shoes to wet her socks, too.

By the time she'd reached Elm street, she'd started shaking from the cold. Her house was still pretty far away, and honestly she'd probably just freeze to death if she went much further - or that's what it felt like, anyways. So she couldn't help her gaze wander down the street to land on the Cooper-Jones residence. Both Betty and Jughead were best friends of hers, so no matter who was home, she was hoping she'd be let in.

One hand lifted to run through her dripping wet hair as her other lifted to ring the doorbell a few times, then bang on the door a little for good measure. Clearly she was impatient.

Jughead had been the one to open the door. He took one glance at her drenched and shaking appearance before his eyebrows furrowed and he gently pulled her inside by her forearm.

"You look terrible." He observed, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Thanks, nice to see you too." Y/N responded sarcastically, still shaking a little as she hugged her damp jumper a little closer to her body. "Um, is it okay if I camp out here for a little? My house is still a bit away, and I'm gonna get hypothermia if I walk the rest of the way."

"Yeah, no problem." Jughead nodded, walking a little further into the house as he spoke, Y/N trailing a little behind him. "Do you want anything to eat or something?"

"No that's okay." She shook her head a little with a small smile, crossing her arms as the shaking continued.

That time when Jughead turned around to face her, he noticed the small quivers across her body and frowned. His hand reached out to touch one of hers, frowning in concern when his warm fingers met her icicle-like ones. "You're freezing!"

"Really? I didn't notice." Y/N shot back sarcastically, just meeting Jughead's unamused gaze.

"Do you want to go and change into something else? I've probably got something that'll fit you, it might just be a little big." Jughead offered with a small smile.

"If you don't mind." Y/N smiled, watching as Jughead just shook his head.

"No problem, I'll just grab you something." The boy gently touched her upper arm before disappearing upstairs, leaving her stood in the lounge.

Y/N noticed that other than Jughead, no other noises could be heard. She was guessing that everyone else was out doing one thing or another, which in a way was good. Not that she didn't like spending time with Jughead's family, but his little sister was convinced that they both liked each other, and the constant teasing was getting a little annoying.

The girl was dragged from her thoughts when Jughead had come back downstairs, a pile of clothes balanced in one hand. "Here, I'll be in the living room when you're done." He smiled as he handed her the clothes, before turning to head into the living room to give her time to get changed.

Jughead had been wrong, because the clothes weren’t just a little big. They were a lot big. The long-sleeved navy blue shirt that he’d given her had sleeves that fell down past her hands, ending up in her rolling the sleeves up a little. And the pair of grey sweats that had gone along with it had the drawstring pulled and tied pretty tightly to keep them up. But she didn’t mind all that much. It wasn’t the first time that she’d worn an item of clothing from Jughead - and quite honestly, whether she’d admit it out loud or not, she liked it. There was a sense of comfort in wearing his clothes that she just couldn’t describe. The smell and fabric had such a familiar sensation of her best friend that it was almost calming, and she definitely liked that.

Jughead looked up at her when she’d walked back into the living room, his lips almost immediately curving up into an entertained smile.

“Don’t,” She warned him, her own smile creeping up on her. “I already know they’re huge.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Jughead chuckled as he shook his head, before his gaze softened somewhat as she took in her posture - arms hugging to her body a little. “Still cold?”

Y/N nodded. Whilst she wasn’t shaking anymore, she was still pretty chilly.

Jughead shuffled over a little where he was sat on the sofa and held an arm out, smiling as he offered, “Come here.”

A smile made it’s way to her face as she walked over, taking a seat beside him before tucking herself against his side, her legs tucked underneath her thighs to keep her warm. Almost immediately she felt the heat radiating from his own body, relaxing against him as his arms moved around her.

“Christ, you’re like a block of ice.” Jughead commented as he rested his cheek against the top of her head, keeping her held close to himself.

“That rain felt like it was ice. It’s so cold out there.” Y/N complained, her eyes falling shut as she breathed in his comforting scent. Soon enough her own arms wound around his middle as she felt herself start to warm up.

“Here.”

Y/N almost complained when Jughead briefly pulled away, though couldn’t help but smile when she watched the raven-haired boy take his signature beanie off of his head and place it on her own, adjusting the sides so that the wool of the hat would cover her cold ears.

“Thank you.” She smiled softly, tilting her head just enough to look up at him.

Jughead was smiling too, though his eyes were a lot more intense than it had previously been. She watched his gaze flickered from hers down to her lips before straight back up again, and before she could make the connection with her brain of what that meant, he’d leaned forwards and cupped the side of her face in his hand as he pressed his warm lips against her cold ones.

It felt like all of the air had been knocked out of her lungs from pure shock. In a good way, though. There was something so amazing about kissing him, but she just couldn’t describe it. It felt so right. Her own hands lifted to gently rest along his sharp jawline as she leaned a little closer to him, smiling into the kiss.

It lasted a little too short for her liking, though she almost melted at the adorable smile and blush he wore once he’d pulled away. Only then did she realise that she pretty much had the same expression - feeling a familiar burn in her cheeks and the uncontrollable curve upwards at the corners of her lips.

“You’re absolutely adorable.” Jughead mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her again, his smile widening.

“Shut up.” She whispered jokingly in defence, still smiling widely as she felt him lean his head against the top of hers once more.

“I just kissed you and you’re telling me to shut up? Rude.” Jughead teased, grunting a little through his chuckle once Y/N had elbowed him in the ribs.

“Maybe I wanted to enjoy the moment without you talking and ruining it.” She joked with a quiet giggle, feeling him shake with quiet laughter as his hold on her tightened somewhat.

“Whatever, still rude.” He huffed in mock offence before dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

Y/N relaxed against him as her eyes closed like before. “Guess it wasn’t such a bad idea going out now, huh?”

“Maybe not.” Jughead mused. “I won’t kiss you again if you get sick, though.” He joked.

“Fine.” Y/N giggled again, smiling a little wider. “Just do it now to make up for it, then.”

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somethinginthewayiam · 3 years

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What happens in New York... Part 2 - Rainy City

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Anna (OFC)

Warnings: language, (smut in future chapters)

Words: 2577

Summary: Anna’s event planning is getting out of hand, heading from one crisis to the next. First, the rain surprises her then her phone break and then she runs into Sebastian out of all people...

a/n: For everybody who read The universe can be a bitch, in this chapter we have a little flashback to see what happened after Anna woke up in Sebastian’s bed the next morning

Previous chapters: Part 1

“Thank you for nothing, asshole”, Anna mumbled to herself as she walked down the stairs of the office building where she just had the 8th business meeting of today. Her event was just a little under a week away and that infamous napkin problem did not seem to go away. That’s why she had just met with the vendor who had gotten the order wrong in the first place but did not seem to be able to fix his own mistake.

Anna took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. It rung a few times before someone picked up. “Mr. Baxter? Hello, this is Anna from Perrisher-Event-Planning. I’m afraid I have to ask for a big, big favor”, she said as she walked down the last steps and through a door into the lobby.

“Can you provide me with white and black linen napkins, 300 each until the 13th?”, Anna asked and internally prayed that her back-up vendor would not let her down like the original one. “I know what I’m asking of you but you would save my ass, if I’m allowed to say so”, Anna toned down her voice for the last part of the sentence.

She walked up to the glass doors, but before she could walk out, got stopped by the sight of heavy raining outside. Of course she didn’t have an umbrella with her, let alone a jacket. It had been hot and sunny the whole day, no sign of an upcoming weather storm.

With a silent sigh, she walked back into the lobby while she listened to Mr. Baxter ranting on about how difficult her order would be on such short notice, but he would try what he could, but, but, but…

Anna figured she could wait in the lobby for the storm to pass and use the time to seduce Mr. Baxter to literally save her ass. “I know, it’s short notice, but if this works out, I owe you. How about I talk to my boss about making you our main supplier for future events?”, she suggested and hoped Mr. Baxter will fall for her words. Clarice would probably never say yes to this, but Anna could at least tell him that she had tried.

“Yes! Thank you so much, Mr. Baxter. I can’t wait to hear from you, thank you so, so much”, Anna said and had to control her voice since the doorman kept shooting her some weird looks. She couldn’t control the big smile that spread across her face. Maybe her career wasn’t about to end because of some stupid red napkins.

Her phone rang again and it was Sandra from the office. “Hey, Sandra. What’s up?”, Anna asked with a cheerful voice. “Wow, you sound happy”, Sandra noticed. “It’s because I am. I think I just solved the napkin crisis”, she explained. “Hey, that’s great. Let’s hope you’re on a roll”, Sandra said and Anna’s smile disappeared immediately. “What happened now?”, Anna asked with an annoyed sigh and shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “It’s the caterer. She said that she has problems with her shrimp supplier and they can’t withhold the delivery window, so there will probably be no shrimps at all”, Sandra explained. “Come on”, Anna whined and covered her eyes with her free hand.

“I’ll call her”, Anna said and took a deep breath. “She’s not in today, it was her assistant that had called me before”, Sandra warned her. “You gotta be kidding me? Who drops a bomb like this and then just stays home like a little bitch?”, Anna almost yelled and the doorman gave her a strange look again, combined with an alert cough. “Sorry”, she mouthed towards him and held her hand up in an apologetic gesture. “Wait a minute, the doorman is about to throw me out”, Anna said and walked towards the glass doors. It was still heavily pouring outside but she had no choice but to leave the building.

She pulled out an old newspaper she still had in her purse and held it upon her head as stepped out on the sidewalk. It has gotten colder too and she immediately looked around for a free cab. “I’m on my way to the office, try to find out the caterers private number or somewhere else I can reach her. Try her assistant first. I try to be there as fast as I…”, Anna rose her voice to drown the sound of traffic and the rain.

Anna walked with head ducked, her eyes on the pavement before her. Someone ran into her and bumped her shoulder hard enough just so her phone fell out of her slippery hands and on the ground. She just so managed not to step on it. “JERK!”, she yelled at the person who didn’t even care to say sorry or even turn around.

The call was disrupted and her screen had a pretty nasty crack. The water coming from above pattered on it and got into every little crack, soaking the phone through and through. Anna picked it up, the screen dark, not able to start it again. “Shit!”, she grunted and threw it in her purse.

She threw the newspaper in the nearest trash can since it was soaked as well and started to come apart. Anna held her hand up to stop a cab, her eyes squinted together because of the heavy rain. Her hair was almost completely drenched, strands sticking to her face. She didn’t even want to know what her make-up looked like right now. Cab after cab drove by, all lights off, no free one in sight. Anna wasn’t the only one waiting desperately to get one. She started to shake in her wet clothes as the wind started to blow stronger, her teeth chattering.

A cab finally signaled to stop at her position. Anna felt like she was about to cry, she felt so relieved. “Anna?”, she heard behind her and turned around just to see a man with a baseball cap pulled deep into his face and his shoulders scrunched up to shield himself from the rain. He was just a few feet away waving at her. Anna squinted her eyes to see if she knew that guy but couldn’t tell because she barely saw his face. She heard a car door slamming shut and as she turned around, noticed the backlights of her cab light up as it drove away. Someone had just stolen her cab! “Asshole!”, she yelled at the red lights getting smaller and smaller.

With clenching teeth she turned around to walk up the sidewalk to maybe be luckier at the next corner. The next thing she felt were the masses of water that were spilled all over her by the car that was going past her way too fast and driving right through a big puddle that had build up over the last 30 minutes of raining.

“Oh…my…god”, she breathed out, feeling the water run down her back, soaking through her already wet clothes. “Oh god, Anna, are you okay?”, the man asked, now standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder. As she looked up, she could finally see his face and instantly recognized him.

“Sebastian?”, she asked surprised at first, but then projected all the anger and frustration this day had brought her on him. “Thanks to you my cab got stolen”, she yelled at him and yanked her shoulder out of his grip. “And how is that?”, he asked surprised by her anger. “You distracted me!”, she kept yelling. People started looking at her but she didn’t care. “Now I have to find another one”, she said, turned around and started walking. She fished for her phone in her bag but remembered that is was broken and threw it back in.

“Anna, wait!”, Sebastian followed her and got hold of her wrist. Anna spun around and pulled it from his grip. “Leave me alone, Sebastian”, she said with an angry, shaky voice. She was still cold and the puddle shower from before was not helping. “Let me help you out. I’ll live right around the corner. I can dry your clothes and you can take a hot shower, wait out the weather storm. You must be freezing”, Sebastian offered and put his hands up to show he won’t touch her again without her permission. Anna just shot him a doubtful look. “No cab driver will take you like this”, he said and Anna knew he was right. That made her even madder.

“Come on now”, he said and nodded towards the next street corner. Anna rolled her eyes and let her shoulders hang in a defeated way as she started walking next to him. Sebastian took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. Anna wanted to protest but she was really freezing and it was a really nice gesture.

“Thank you”, she said rueful and he probably didn’t hear it over the noise of traffic. She caught herself sniffing on the collar of the jacket for just a second and the familiar smell took her right back to hotel room in Philadelphia. This day was about to get even worse than it already was!

2 months ago...

Anna felt the warm body around her even before she was really awake. His arm was still wrapped around her waist, her head rested on his chest. Her eyes fluttered open. The room was filled with the light of dawn, just a hint of light.

Anna cautiously looked upwards to meet his face, his eyes still shut. Sebastian looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. She wanted this moment to never end but unfortunately this was not possible. Anna took in one last, deep breath of Sebastians wonderful scent and then carefully slipped out of his hug.

As silently as possible, she got dressed, took her shoes in her hands, careful not to make any noises. A few times she froze in her movements because Sebastian was shifting in bed but didn’t wake up. Anna grabbed her keycard off the floor and walked towards the hotel room door to leave but she felt the urgent need to turn around and take one last look at Sebastian.

He looked so good, even asleep. She couldn’t help herself and tiptoed over to his side of the bed. Anna allowed herself a few seconds of second thoughts but then yanked her mind back to reality. She needed to leave this room for good and especially not get caught on her way back to hers.

Anna bent down to kiss him goodbye on his forehead and then tiptoed out of this fateful hotel room and back into the real world. With a heavy heart, she closed his door behind her and walked to the elevator. It seemed like ages until the doors slid open. She got in and pushed the button for her floor. Anna bit down on her lip to hold back the tears but as soon as she was able to close her own hotel room door behind her, she burst into tears.

It took her a few minutes to collect herself, just enough so she could take a shower and gladly wash away all the memories and remains of the last night. When she got out of the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen and she looked absolutely miserable. Her view fell down to her shoulder where she still had the bite mark from the day before and it immediately took her back to Susans office. She felt Sebastians presence, the warmth of his body and for a second she believed that she could smell him again.

Anna had to cover the mark with her hand to be able to look away and get on with dressing herself for the day. It was still early and she didn’t have to be at the convention center for another two hours, but she had to leave the hotel before she would run into him. This clean cut was the best possible version of all the scenarios she had thought of in her mind.

She packed her suitcase and had an early check-out at the hotel before she took a cab to the convention center and stored her luggage in Susans office again. Her flight back to New York would be right after the event. Just when she was about to leave and get on with her work, Susan came in.

“Hey, Anna. Hope you had a good night sleep. We had a fun night out, you should have come with us”, Susan said and actually looked a bit hung over. “Susan, I have to ask you for a HUGE favor and before you say anything, I need to tell you that I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t really need your help, so please say yes”, Anna said and clung on to Susans arm which made her look at Anna with huge, scared eyes. “Anna, my god, what is going on?”, Susan asked her colleague and friend and put a hand on her shoulder in a helpless attempt to calm her down.

“You need to switch your clients with me. I’m begging you”, Anna said and she felt tears rushing to her eyes. “Anna, sweetie”, Susan said and looked slightly overwhelmed. “Please”, Anna whispered with a lump in her throat. “Of course, I’ll trade with you”, she said. “Thank you”, Anna breathed out and pulled her into a hug.

Just the next second, Anna took a step back, grabbed Susans schedule off her desk and rushed out of the office, leaving behind a totally confused woman. Anna went to the bathroom to dry her eyes and rescue what was possible of her make-up.

According to the schedule, she just had to survive 5 hours before she could finally leave for good and was able to fly back to her apartment in New York. In the last 24 hours she had felt things she had never felt with someone before and it was about to turn fatal for her and, most of all, her career. If someone ever found out that she had slept with a guest of an event she was working at, she was screwed, and not the good way like last night or the night before. Her contract actually forbid her to have any personal relations with a client or a guest at an event.

Anna took a deep breath, put her hair up in a tight bun and left the ladies room. She walked out of the staff area and across the venue to pick up the other Marvel gang like Hayley Atwell and Dominic Cooper. “Hello, I’m Anna. There’s been some changes with the assignment of the hostesses but don’t worry, I’m familiar with your schedule and everything will go smoothly”, Anna introduced herself to her new protégées who looked at her a bit confused, but put it aside with a shrug. “Please follow me to your dressing room. You have your first photo ops in just 15 minutes”, she said and led the way. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw how Sebastian and Anthony arrived through the VIP entrance and sped up. She could and would not deal with him. This chapter was over and it could never happen again. She just couldn’t trust herself around him.

#sebastian stan #what happens in new york #part 2 #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x ofc

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caffeinatedbraincell · 3 years

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I’m back on my bullshit with more TOG fluff, have fun :)

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Joe stumbled into the kitchen, soaking wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He looked around frantically before making a beeline toward the countertop. He lunged for the notebook lying there.

Behind him, Nicky yelped. “Yusuf!”

Joe turned around to find his husband carrying a package of flour in his arms, which he’d apparently been retrieving from the pantry while Joe barged into his workspace.

“Hmm?” Joe said distractedly, already starting to feel the lines slipping. Damnit, why did the perfect words for his poems always only occur to him in the shower? Meter, alliteration, emotion… he’d had it all at the tip of his tongue moments ago. He just needed to write it down before he-

“Hayati, you better have a good reason for standing dripping wet and half-naked in my kitchen. There’s soapy water everywhere! You’ve made such a mess, Joe, and I just mopped…”

Nicky’s lamentations continued, and Joe tried desperately to listen while mentally reciting what was left of the lines he’d composed in the shower.

“Joe?” Nicky’s fingers snapped impatiently in front of his face. “Are you even listening to me?”

The last vestiges of his beautifully crafted words evaporated from his brain, and Joe sighed, shoulders slumping forward. “I’m sorry, Nicky. I’ll clean it up.”

He turned to grab a spare dish towel from the cabinet, shivering slightly as a wayward breeze hit his damp skin. Before he could take two steps, Joe felt a gentle hand around his wrist.

Nicky maneuvered the flour package onto the table and leveled him with a mortifyingly discerning look. “What happened, love?”

Joe remained silent, unsure of how to go about explaining the absurdity of his current presence in the kitchen. The whole endeavor seemed rather stupid in retrospect. And it wasn’t like he had a line or two of breathtaking poetry to show for it, either.

Nicky’s eyes widened a little at his hesitation. “Are you alright, Joe? Are you hurt?” He ran his hands fretfully up and down Joe’s arms and chest, feeling for traces of an injury. Joe’s eyes snapped up guiltily, and he took hold of Nicky’s wrists and brought them to his lips.

“I am alright, amore. I mean it. Not at all hurt. Please do not worry.”

“You’re trembling. Go dry off and wear something warm, I’ll take care of the floor. Then you can tell me what’s going on.”

Minutes later, Joe emerged from their room in one of Nicky’s large, fleece-lined hoodies. He found Nicky in the kitchen, wringing out a towel into the sink. As soon as he saw Joe, Nicky walked over and pressed a warm mug of hot cocoa into his hands.

“Let’s sit on the couch?”

Joe nodded, following his husband to the living room and curling up next to him on the cushions. A small blaze was starting to catch in the fireplace. Outside, rain poured with a vengeance. Nicky had closed the window but left the curtains open. Joe smiled to himself. He had never met anyone who loved the rain as much as his Nicoló.

“Drink, hayati. We can’t have you catching a cold. See, I even added those tiny marshmallows you like.”

Joe took a large sip from the cup, sighing softly as the chocolate-covered notes of nutmeg and cinnamon floated over his tongue. He nuzzled closer to Nicky, feeling a little overcome with warmth and love.

Nicky wrapped his arms around Joe and pulled him closer. “So, are you going to tell me what prompted you to run out here mid-shower in the cold of winter?”

“I thought of the right words,” Joe mumbled into Nicky’s holiday-green jumper.

“Hmm?”

“For a poem I was writing. I’ve been struggling for days with a particular section and it suddenly came to me while showering. I wanted to write it down before I forgot.”

A comfortable silence blanketed them for several minutes. Joe took another sip of his drink, savoring it gratefully.

“You didn’t, though.”

“What?” Joe asked.

“You didn’t write anything down. You came into the kitchen, but you never even opened your notebook.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot the words. They never stay for long.”

“Was it because I yelled at you?”

“No! No, amore, that was well-deserved. And you didn’t yell at me, you just…emphatically expressed your displeasure at having to mop again. Which is fair, honestly.”

Nicky chuckled, and Joe felt his heart fill with warmth all over again. He set the empty cocoa mug aside and tenderly pressed his lips to Nicky’s.

The next morning, Joe found a whole set of brand-new children’s bath crayons in the shower, stacked neatly next to their soaps and shampoos.

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The crayons turned out to be a life-changing convenience. This became clear just three weeks after they arrived, when Joe found himself in a position to send a completed manuscript of his current poetry book to his publisher ahead of the deadline.

“This has literally never happened before,” he told Nicky in awe. “I’m always late, if anything. You are a genius, my love, thank you so much for the pre-Christmas present.”

Nicky all but preened. “Had you told me earlier, I would have gotten the crayons for you ages ago.”

“Ah,” Joe replied a little bashfully, “I didn’t actually know such a thing existed until you got them.”

It was when Joe returned from a brief meeting with his publisher the following day that he and Nicky had their first actual fight in several months. It started, like most of their fights, with empty stomachs and a grocery trip oversight.

“Joe, there’s no fresh garlic in this bag!”

“There was none at the store. Use the minced garlic in the fridge.”

“What?!”

Joe rolled his eyes. “It’s the same thing, Nicky. Better, in fact, since it’s saving you the trouble of having to chop it yourself.”

“Have you ever heard of making roasted garlic cloves using minced garlic?”

“I have not,” Joe conceded. “We should make something else.”

Nicky knew he was being impractical. Obviously, there was nothing Joe could have done if they were out of stock at the store. But Nicky had been planning this dish for days, and had already promised Nile he would send her some as part of his ongoing campaign to refute her claim that “any form of garlic except garlic bread is gross.”

There was no way Joe could have known about that, either, but Nicky was in no mood to admit any such thing.

“Joe, you had one job! I gave you a grocery list!”

Joe turned from where he was stocking the refrigerator, brow furrowed. “I don’t know what exactly you expect me to do about the store being out of garlic.”

“I don’t know, maybe check another store? Was that the only grocery store in this city?”

“Nicky, I think you should go to your room.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s just…you’re hungry. And you’re clearly not prepared to cook without fresh garlic. So let me do the cooking, and you, uh, do something else. Outside of the kitchen.”

“Are you kicking me out of my kitchen?”

“Our kitchen, madre de dio, Nicky! I’m trying to help you!”

“Maybe you could help me by actually getting the stuff I asked you to get from the store!”

“You know what, if you need whole garlic so urgently, get it yourself. It’s dark and below freezing outside. There is no way I’m wandering from store to store at this hour to fulfill this baseless whim of yours.”

That, Nicky knew, was a completely justified response to his unreasonable anger. But it hurt nevertheless.

“Fine,” he whispered, grabbing his coat and storming out the front door before Joe could see the tears prickling in his eyes.

Joe stared at the door, astonished. Part of him wanted desperately to follow Nicky outside. Of course he could check a couple more stores. If Nicky genuinely wished for something, Joe would go to the ends of the Earth, scour Heaven and Hell, to get it for him. No amount of ego was worth knowing his beloved was out there, hungry and alone, in the frigid wind.

But Joe was also well aware that he wasn’t at fault here. And Nicky, his Nicky, rarely reacted like this to their disagreements; perhaps he just needed some time for himself. It wouldn’t be right for Joe to impose his company when his husband clearly didn’t want it.

Joe sighed in frustration. A hot shower would clear his head, he hoped, heading for their bedroom.

Twenty minutes after he had stormed out, Nicky was coming around to the realization that this had been a profoundly stupid idea. Moments after leaving the house, he had realized that he’d left the car keys behind. Foolishly, he’d boarded a bus for downtown, too irked to return home. Now, with the bus routes closed for the night and taxis staying off the road as snow clouds threatened the city, Nicky quietly admitted to himself that he was stranded.

The first weak snowflakes began to fall. Then the wind picked up, blowing several icy droplets into his face. Nicky shivered. Fuck this, he thought, pulling out his phone. His pride wasn’t worth causing Joe to worry, and it definitely wasn’t worth getting sick from the cold and creating loads of extra work for his husband. He was going to call Joe, apologize profusely, and beg him to come pick him up.

At their home, Joe let the steaming water soak through to his tired bones as he scrawled passionately on the shower walls. He was a little hurt and, if he was being honest, more than a little worried. But for once Nicky wasn’t here for him to talk to, so he threw his words at the wall in brightly colored crayon instead.

He almost didn’t hear his cell phone ring. Contorting his upper body out of the shower, he wiped his hands on his towel and reached around for the phone in his pants’ pocket. The called ID flashed his husband’s name. Joe picked up without hesitation.

“Hello?”

“Joe, I fucked up. I’m s- so sorry. I should never- never have spoken to you like that, h- hayati. Please- please forgive me.”

Over the line, Joe could hear Nicky’s teeth chattering as he struggled to get the words out. Joe shut the water off and clambered out of the shower.

“Nicky, what happened? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m f- fine. It’s just cold.”

“Come home. Please.”

“Yeah, that’s- that’s the problem. I took the bus here. The c- car keys…”

Joe had put the phone on speaker and was already getting dressed. He shouldered into a coat and seized a large throw from their bed, striding into the living room.

“I’m coming. Where are you?”

“Uh, Mira Mesa Transit Station. S- sorry, kind of far.”

“Nowhere in the universe is too far.”

“Joe-”

“Just sit tight, I’m on my way.”

Joe drove like a madman. Luckily, no one else was insane enough to be out in this imminent blizzard, so at least the roads were clear. In just under ten minutes, he reached the station.

A figure sat huddled under the overhang. Joe barely managed to stop the car before jumping out.

“Nicoló!”

Nicky struggled to his feet. “Joe, grazie a dio-”

“Shhh, amore mio, I’ve got you,” Joe soothed, pulling a shivering Nicky towards the car and bundling him into the passenger’s seat. Once he'd climbed in himself, Joe turned up the heater and divested Nicky of his too-thin, snow-soaked windbreaker. “Wear this,” he coaxed, whipping his own dry jacket off and wrapping it around Nicky’s shoulders.

“No, hayati-”

“Shh, love, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Joe wrapped the throw over the jacket, dusting the snow from Nicky's collar and tucking the blanket in. The whole way back, he drove with one hand on the wheel, intertwining the other with Nicky’s and rubbing his knuckles to warm him up.

“Shower,” Joe decided as soon as they stepped into their home. “You’re so cold, my heart. Go stand under warm water until you can feel your toes and fingers again. I’m going to make us some hot soup, okay?” Joe leaned forward and kissed Nicky’s nose gently.

Nicky nodded, too cold and tired to insist on helping. He had an inkling sense that Joe might still be irritated with him, after all. It would not be undeserved.

He made his way to their bedroom, draping Joe’s jacket over a bedpost and discarding his own clothes as he stepped into shower. Exhaling deeply, he turned his back to the stream of hot water- and froze.

A red bath crayon lay fallen on the floor, clearly left behind in haste. Joe must have been showering when I called, Nicky thought with a pang of guilt. But what had caught his attention was the shower wall in front of him. There, written in his beloved husband’s flowy cursive, was a poem.

If I could only read your heart When your lips cannot translate I wouldn’t let it break, my love Yet if it does Take mine An eternity alone I’ll wait.

The warm water poured down Nicky’s back, relaxing his aching muscles even as tears sprung into his eyes at Joe’s tender, longing words. Nicky stared and stared until the steam blurred the writing beyond perception.

A knock at the bathroom door snapped him out of his reverie.

“Nicky? Are you alright? Almost done?”

Nicky cleared his throat. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

He shut off the water and dried off. He found the bedroom empty, and slipped into the pajamas and fluffy sweatshirt that Joe must have laid out for him earlier. Dry and warm and very cozy, Nicky felt his eyes well up again at the care Joe put into something as minor as picking out some clothes.

Even during their worst fights, Nicky never doubted their love for each other; their hearts had been one far too long for any such lingering uncertainties. But it never ceased to amaze him how quickly Joe forgave. How despite taking Nicky’s hurtful words to heart, Joe went above and beyond to make sure he didn’t suffer.

He took a deep breath to regain his composure, and walked out. But the moment he entered the kitchen, the fragrance of creamy red pepper tomato bisque reached his nose, and he very nearly broke down in tears again. His favorite soup. It was a recipe he and Joe had perfected together through the years. Watching Joe quietly ladle it into two bowls, Nicky felt something clench in his chest.

“Hayati.”

Joe spun around. “Nicky! Are you feeling better, my heart?”

“I am.”

“Oh, good. Are you, uh…” Joe’s eyes flickered to the floor. “Are you still angry with me about the garlic thing?”

Nicky crossed the distance between them in two strides and threw himself into his husband’s arms. Joe stumbled back, a little startled, but quickly pulled Nicky close and buried his face in Nicky’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Nicky.”

“No. No, Yusuf, please. You did nothing wrong. It is I who should beg your forgiveness, having treated you as I did. You've shown me nothing but kindness, and I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

Joe shook his head in protest, nuzzling his nose into Nicky’s neck.

“I saw what you wrote in the shower,” he continued. Joe stilled in his arms. “I- I don’t know if you meant for me to see, but…”

“I forgot to erase it. But everything I write is for you, Nicolò. It’s yours.”

“It was beautiful. Beautiful, and heartbreaking. Forgive me, my all. Forgive me for raising my voice at you, for making you feel alone. Forgive me for walking away insteading of talking to you. And forgive me for dragging you out into that storm at this hour to come searching for me, it was beyond cruel to make you drive so far-”

Joe pulled back, eyes round with tears, and gently pressed his palm to Nicky’s lips.

“Stop it. Please. Don’t apologize for calling me when you needed me. Where would I rather be than at your side? I meant it, earlier. Nowhere in the universe is too far.”

Nicky held Joe’s hand to his lips and kissed his palm. A tear slipped down Joe’s cheek as he swallowed a sob. Nicky wrapped a hand behind his neck and rubbed soothing circles into the tense muscles there. After a few minutes, Joe's breathing evened out, and he lifted his eyes to gaze at Nicky with unguarded adoration. It would be so easy to just let this go, Nicky thought. But the knowledge that he had hurt Joe stood like a wall of glass between them, and Nicky felt it would drive him mad.

“Joe, I- I need to hear you say it. If you forgive me, that is. I don’t know, tonight has just been a lot. Please, hayati, I-”

“You are forgiven. You are always forgiven.”

Nicky exhaled, feeling the glass wall shatter. He kissed Joe’s temple softly. “Thank you, my love.”

Joe tilted his head slowly, dragging his lips up Nicky’s jaw until he could capture his mouth in a melting kiss. Nicky responded with ardent devotion, backing Joe up against the refrigerator and holding him there as they kissed again and again. It was only when he grew light-headed from lack of oxygen that Nicky pulled back. Still, Joe whimpered at the loss of warmth, reaching out for his husband.

“Nicky…”

“Joe, you have no idea how much I want to stand here kissing you all night. But you’ve prepared this wonderful dinner. I’d hate for it to get cold.”

Joe laughed, a joyous thing that swept Nicky off his feet just like it had the very first time he'd heard it.

“Alright, let’s eat. But after dinner we’ll cuddle on the couch under the heated blanket and I’ll hold you to your promise.”

Nicky smiled fondly, unable to help leaning in and placing one more kiss at the corner of his beloved’s lips. “Please do.”

#the old guard #joe x nicky #kaysanova #fluff #fanfiction #tog fanfic #kavi writes #I love feedback feel free to drop a note!#hurt/comfort without the hurt #so yeah just comfort mostly #hot chocolate #comfort food #blankets #yes this is how I'm handling the sudden transition to cold weather #author: is a grown ass adult #also author: makes *heart eyes* at bath crayons #all my ideas happen in the shower what can I do

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eugenesmorphine · 4 years

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Run In The Rain // Johnny Martin Imagine

Taglist: @alienoresimagines

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Y/N L/N and Johnny Martin weren't the type to get along. In fact, ever since the two first met each other when their boots hit the dirt at Camp Toccoa, they hated each other. Two very strong personalities colliding with each other, where most of the times, it never comes out well. The two often bickered about little things. And by often, it means all the time. Over literally everything. And today was no different.

"Jesus L/N! Why the hell would you even think about trying to braid your hair instead of putting it up in a bun like normal?" Johnny came barreling in, pushing the door open of their bunking area. Annoyance laced between his words. Y/N had just got done tying her PT shorts and turned to look at the man. Crossing her arms. The other men already groaned, knowing that another argument was about to go down.

"Shut the hell up Martin! It wasn't just me that got gigged and hell, read the god damn regs for my hair! It says that my hair being braided and curled into a bun in fine! Maybe a hard head like you should actually read something for once!" The female hissed. Martin fumed while some of the guys snickered while lacing up their boots and pulling on their shirts. Y/N huffed, waiting for Johnny to say something.

"Oh real funny, surprised a woman like you even made it into the Airborne this far. With the amount of shit that you fuck just makes me think what I thought in the beginning. That a woman like you belongs at home, right in the damn kitchen," he smirked, loving the reaction he got out of the woman. Though, the reactions from the other men in the small bunking area weren't too different. Frowns covered there faces as they thought they Johnny Martin wouldn't stoop that low to make that comment to Y/N. There for they weren't too happy.

"Martin. the German's are going to eat your lunch. And I cannot wait to see it," Y/N hissed in return. Taking the chance to spit down at his feet. You swore you could see fumed shooting out of Martin's ears as Y/N smirked at him. Turning around to jog out of the bunk, tying her hair up into a ponytail.

"She told you off good there, Martin," Liebgott cooed, patting his shoulder while walking by. Heading out to get to PT formation. Johnny huffed, his eyes still on the door that the female walked out of. His chest heaving as anger coursed through his veins. His resting bitch face getting more angry. Randleman was sitting on his bed chuckling to himself as he tied his boots.

"What are you laughing about, Bull?" he asked, frustration clear. Bull just looked up at him and then around the two. Making sure that the rest of the men had left. The bigger man stood and walked over to his close friend. A small smile on his face while Johnny gave him a confused look.

"when are you just going to admit you are in love with her?" he asked, chuckling and turning around before Martin could stop him. His cheeks flustered red as he couldn't really form any words. His secret was out. Well at least to one person. And he was going to keep it that way. He huffed and threw his arms down to his side, stomping out into PT formation.

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Y/N and Johnny's arguing got them screwed over once again. They had been count arguing during a team course training when they were placed in a team. Sobel caught them bickering and sent them on a run up Currahee after the training. The worst part was that it was now pouring rain, pitch black outside, and freezing cold.

Their boots splashed through puddles as they ran up the three mile mountain. Mud splashing onto their legs and calves. Y/N huffed as her wet hair stuck to the back of her neck and slowly fell out of her ponytail. Johnny kept wiping his eyes so he could get the water out of his eyes. Their run was completely silent until they reached the top of the mountain. Trying to catch their breath.

"Was it worth it, L/N?" Johnny asked, looking up at her with resting his weight on his arms that rested on his knees. Panting slightly. Y/N looked up at him, her body in the same position, she shook her head and stood up.

"What is your problem with me Martin? You have hated me since the day my boots hit the ground Johnny. I tried to be nice to you in the beginning, and you weren't even that bad then. Now you seem to hate my guts. What did I do?" she sounded defeated. And frankly, it broke Johnny's heart. He didn't realize he hurt her this bad. He thought that if he was mean, it would make Y/N hate him and then maybe his feelings would just dissolve into nothing. But, to his dismay, his feelings towards the woman just grew.

"I never hated you Johnny, frankly I kind of liked you in the beginning. I just don't know what I did wrong," the clear hurt was strong in her voice. She still panted as she stood up straight. Johnny looked at her. His lips in a straight line as he just kind of stared at her. Not knowing if it was the time to come clean to Y/N or not. They sat in silence for a moment. That's when Johnny Martin decided tonight was the night. He couldn't keep hurting someone he cared so much about.

"Look, I don't hate you. I actually feel the complete opposite. It is just, ugh, why is it so hard to explain it to you?" he grunted, his left hand going up to grasp at his hair. He was scared to tell her his emotions. The big scary and mean Johnny Martin, all choked up when he has to express his feelings. Y/N just looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. The rain pouring down onto the two. She just stayed silent, waiting for him to say something. Though, Y/N took a step closer. Testing the waters to see how far she can go.

"Y/N, I don't hate you. I just know that falling in love in the middle of a goddamn war was such a mistake. But I am just too far now," he rambled, the rain kind of making it hard to here as the water pounded down onto the now muddy ground of Currahee. Y/N took another step towards him, just looking in his eyes and nothing else. Her face straight as Johnny quickly stopped rambling to stare back at the woman. Swallowing slightly. This was out of his nature to be so worked up and nervous. It was like she made him an entire different person almost. She just gave him such a different feeling. It was an entire new perspective.

In a second, in the pouring rain, Y/N grabbed Johnny Martin's face and pulled him close. Any space that was left between the two now non existent. She stopped a second, her lips just centimetres away from his. Johnny's hands immediately went to grab on to the woman's hips. Not at all upset with the events unfolding.

Y/N quickly placed her lips onto Johnny's. A smile twitching up onto her lips as their lips moved in sync. It was something she had longed for just as much as he did. And now here they were, in the pouring rain, just after a three mile run, kissing each other. They were believed to be the biggest enemies on the face of the Earth in Camp Toccoa. And once again, look where they are.

The two pulled away, smiling up at each other. Y/N took a small step back. "Save all that mushy shit, I like the other Johnny Martin better," she smirked as Johnny just smiled and nodded. She shoved his shoulder and took off running down the path of Currahee. Stopping for a moment to turn and look at him. "I'll race you down, Martin!" Y/N yelled over the loud and heavy rainfall. And just like that, she was like a bullet. Shooting straight down the path. Martin laughed slightly and took off after her.

It was the start of something beautiful.

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crocodileniall · 4 years

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Niall dropped his hand back down to his side. “But of course, if Quinn wants me to kiss her, she can always tell me so.”

“In your dreams,” Quinn breathed out.

“Lover, in my dreams we’re doing a lot more than kissing,” Niall murmured.

Quinn flushed, eyes slipping shut for a moment. “You absolutely suck.”

warnings: angst, alcohol, swearing

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If you asked Quinn how she got into their current situation, she would have absolutely no clue. It was a mystery. A mystery that left Quinn almost speechless.

Straight out of University, she moved to Chelsea which is just far enough away from Ireland to make her feel at ease. Being back in Ireland for the first time a year, Quinn did not expect to be at a crowded pub with almost everyone she went to secondary with. It was giving her the biggest headache of her life.

“This is insane,” Quinn muttered, grabbing her glass of wine off of the bar. She’d already ran into three people who it would have been better not to have seen them.

“God, I know,” Poppy agreed, shaking her head as she picked up her own drink. “I had no idea there’d be so many people here. Does everyone still live here? I am appalled.”

“I too am appalled,” Quinn chuckled. “But holy shit is that-“

“Niall?” Poppy cut her off, mouth agape. “He looks….”

“Fucking good,” Evie finished her sentence, leaning on the bar beside Quinn. “Hey can I have a Guinness please?”

“I had no idea he’d filled out like that,” Quinn mumbled, eyes focused on the way Niall was leaning against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. He was talking with Shawn, scratching at his jaw. He erupted into laughter, throwing his head forward. Quinn could barely tear her eyes away.

“He’s like a proper man now,” Evie announced once she finally had a drink in her hand. “He’s a lawyer. I heard he was in Manchester for a minute but I think he’s in New Kensington or something.”

“Oh that is not good,” Quinn chuckled, shaking her head.

“Why?” Poppy asked with a laugh. “I think you’d look good with him.”

“That’s the problem,” Quinn exclaimed, laughing. “I was fancied him our last year in secondary. I remember he was just so funny. And athletic oh my god.”

“Is that why you drug us to all those footie matches!” Poppy exclaimed. “In the pouring rain! Freezing cold!”

“You little shit!” Evie added, laughing. “How did we not know?”

“I was a good secret keeper,” Quinn shrugged, concealing her smile behind her glass.

Quinn let her eyes travel back over to Niall and Shawn. Shawn was whispering something into Niall’s ear. Niall’s lips spread into a wide smile and he shook his head. Shawn laughed too, nodding. Before Quinn could look away, Niall’s eyes met hers. Her cheeks flushed immediately. Quinn smiled, looking away.

“I just made eye contact what do I do,” Quinn gritted out through a smile.

“He is coming this way so you better decide fast,” Poppy whispered, snatching her own drink up. She pushed Evie and they seamlessly walked away leaving Quinn there despite her glare.

“Quinn?” Niall asked, eyebrows furrowed. He had a wide smile on his face which did nothing to help her relax.

“Hey,” Quinn smiled.

Niall pulled her in to a tight hug, squeezing her waist. “How are you? I barely recognized you. You look so grown up.”

Quinn laughed as they pulled away. “Im good how are you?”

“Good,” Niall chuckled. “Where’re you at now?”

“Chelsea,” Quinn nodded. “Moved out there about six months ago. I work at the natural history museum in South Kensingotn.”

“No way!” Niall exclaimed. “My office is in Chelsea.”

“Really?” Quinn inquired. “Where do you work?”

“I work at a law firm on Chelsea Manor,” Niall told her sitting down in the bar stool next to her. “I live a couple blocks away. I just moved in like two weeks ago. I was crashing with Shawn in Camden. The drive was shite I couldn’t take it- that’s what I told Shawn. I just needed me own place.”

Quinn laughed, nodding, “I hear that.”

“So hows your family?” Niall asked.

“They’re good,” Quinn replied with a shrug. “Mum is still killing herself at the hospital. Da is same old. What about yours?”

“Same,” Niall smiled. “My mum went back to the hospital too. I actually think they might be working together. Have you heard anything?”

“No,” Quinn shook her head. “Though it’s probably true. Are they like friends again?”

“I think so,” Niall laughed. “I heard they went and got lunch the one day and then another night they got drinks here.”

“Wow,” Quinn laughed. “Me mums been holding out on me.”

“I’d say,” Niall agreed, shaking his head. “Me mum tells me every detail. She loves your mum. And she loves you too. Asks about you constantly.”

“Really?” Quinn asked, surprised. “Why?”

“Dunno,” Niall shrugged, leaning on the bar. “I suppose maybe it has to do with the fact that when I was 17 she overheard me maybe talking about you with Shawn in the basement and has sealed that into her brain for all of eternity.”

That made Quinn laugh, covering her mouth. “Oh my god. That would explain it.”

“Yeah,” Niall laughed, meeting her eyes. “Though I must agree. As mum reminds me every other week, you are a great girl.”

“Thank you,” Quinn murmured, eyes glinting. “You’re an alright lad, yourself.”

Niall chuckled breathily, holding her gaze. “I’m looking at you and I can’t understand why it took me almost five years to get to here.”

“To where?” Quinn asked.

“To talking to ya like a normal person!” Niall exclaimed.

“Well five years ago I was not as cool as I am now,” Quinn boasted, tilting her head to the side.

“You were always cool, Quinn,” Niall huffed. As an afterthought he added, “you just didn’t know it.”

“Oh stop,” Quinn teased, waving a hand. “You’re making me blush.”

Niall grinned, looking away. “Sorry.”

“I can’t believe your brother is getting married!” Quinn exclaimed, changing the subject. “He was like the least marry-able boy in secondary.”

Niall laughed, nodding, “I know right. Danny quite literally beat his ass and turned him inside out.”

“It’s about time,” Quinn murmured.

“He’s a better man. all around. And I’m really happy for him.”

“That’s good,” Quinn agreed, sitting back.

“Actually I’m dreading Saturday, though,” Niall confessed.

“Why?” Quinn inquired.

“I get so nervous,” Niall chuckled. “I have to walk Evie down the isle. Did you know that?”

“No!” Quinn exclaimed, laughing. “I did not.”

“I found out last night,” Niall laughed. He shook his head. “And then I have to do a bloody toast. I’m going to be a wreck. I do not want to be the one to fuck up Danny’s wedding that’s for sure. She’s scary as shit.”

“Well if you get too nervous come find me,” Quinn winked. “I’m sure we can find some way to calm your nerves.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Quinn shrugged. “I personally like to do a bit of yoga. Erm if that doesn’t work whisky shots usually do the trick.”

Niall laughed, nodding. “I will keep that in mind.”

Quinn felt herself falling for his pretty blue eyes all over again. She let herself glance over his face one last time before looking away. It was because he was so familiar. He was different but the same. The very same as he was when they were children.

Quinn felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Right on the mouth. She wanted to curl her fingers into his shirt brown hair and kiss him like it was the last kiss she’d ever get. It was only then that she realized she was staring at his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” Niall asked, a hint of amusement teasing at his voice.

“Um nothing,” Quinn chuckled. “Nothing sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Niall smiled. “Looked like you were staring at me lips though.”

Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes. “And why would I be staring at your lips?”

Niall shrugged, turning to face her. “I dunno. You tell me.”

“I could tell you if I’d been staring at your lips but uh I was not!” Quinn exclaimed.

“If you say so,” Niall murmured, eyes glinting knowingly. It’s okay that Quinn wasn’t yet ready to admit her undying love to Niall but he’ll be there when she was.

“On that note, I must go find Poppy and Evie,” Quinn announced standing up. “Make sure they’re not getting into any trouble.”

“Of course,” Niall nodded. “Though you should know that I saw Shawn and Evie fuck off to the bathroom about five minutes ago.”

“Jesus,” Quinn muttered. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was while you were staring at me mouth. Obviously I didn’t want to interrupt,” Niall mused. He watched as she rolled her eyes again.

“That’s ridiculous I don’t even remember that. Must be because I was not looking at your mouth!” Quinn exclaimed, grabbing her glass of wine. “And if you decide to start telling people that I was! I will rightfully kick your ass and turn you inside out!”

Niall laughed boisterously. “It’d be a dream come true.”

To that, Quinn shook her head in lieu of a response. Niall was testing her. Since it was working, Quinn went off to find poppy.

It was no surprise she was people watching against the wall, glass in hand. The place was still crowded but it seemed like people were leaving slowly.

“Hey,” Quinn greeted her, leaning beside her. “What have you been up to?”

“Was talking talking to Louis for a moment and then went to the loo and escaped him. Then I was talking to Lauren O’ryan. Do you remember her?”

“Yeah I think so,” Quinn nodded.

“Yeah she’s in chelsae too!” Poppy exclaimed. “That is the only interesting thing I’ve learned.”

“Wow,” Quinn chuckled. “I figured she’d end up in the states or something.”

“Right!” Poppy agreed. She waved her hand in the air and turned towards Quinn. “So tell me. What happened?”

“Um well we talked. Erm a lot. About mums and jobs and all that,” Quinn began slowly. “Nothing too serious. Until of course he caught me staring at his lips.”

“Oh my god,” poppy laughed.

“Yeah I was like hard core staring. I’m surprised I wasn’t drooling to be honest. But yeah he asked what I was thinking about I lied he didn’t believe me I lied some more and here I am,” Quinn chuckled, shrugging.

“I had no idea you were so smooth,” Poppy teased with a smile.

Quinn laughed, shaking her head. “What can I say! It’s how I get the lads.”

“Of course,” Poppy hummed in agreement. “You were thinking about kissing him though weren’t you.”

“Oh yeah,” Quinn grinned. “Like I was just picturing what it’d be like to suck his face, Poppy. The kind that everyone just thinks is so disgusting but everyone involved is absolutely living.”

“Oh my god,” Poppy laughed. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Though Quinn still couldn’t keep Niall out of her brain. Her eyes glanced around the bar until they landed on Niall. He was with a few other men, nodding along to whatever the one was saying. His eyes flicked up to hers. He hid his smile behind his glass, taking a slow sip of his beer. He glanced toward the bloke that was talking and then back to Quinn. Unable to control herself, Quinn held his intense gaze.

Niall shook his head, scratching at his jaw, looking away from her. It was then that Quinn knew she’d won. She had him. His cheeks were flushed but it could have been from the alcohol. He was visibly nervous under her gaze, shifting on his feet.

“Anyways so Niall’s cousin. Deo? Do you remember him?” Poppy asked, breaking Quinn from her stare.

“Yeah,” Quinn responded, focusing her eyes on Poppy as she spoke.

“He’s kind of fit, right?” Poppy asked, looking somewhere near the bar.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows and looked where she was focused. Deo was leaning against the bar, a twig of a lad. He had ruffled brown hair and a slim face. His smile was dorky which was no surprise it caught Poppy’s eye. He was a decent looking man.

“Yeah he’s alright,” Quinn agreed. “I like a little bit more meat on my lads but I’d say he’s good looking.”

Poppy smiled, shrugging her shoulders though it was clear she’d been paying attention to him.

“Want me to introduce you?” Poppy asked.

“No that’s alright,” Poppy waved her off shaking her head. “It’s getting kind of late though. I’m about ready to go.”

“Me too,” Quinn agreed, finishing the last of her wine. “Two glasses is enough for me.”

“I’m going to run to the loo and then we can go. Can you try to find Evie? See what she’s going to do.”

“Sure thing, mum,” Quinn chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Poppy laughed, wrinkling her nose as she walked off.

That made Quinn laugh. She looked around the place searching for Evie. It seemed she’d joined the group of people that Niall was almost lost in. She took a deep breath, composing herself before she started to walk over.

The brushed past people and squeezed through the tables to reach Evie who had not yet made herself the center of attention. She put a hand on Evie’s back, getting her attention subtly. “Hey!” She exclaimed. “Quinnie I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“I’m right here,” Quinn smiled as Evie pushed some hair off of her shoulder. “Ya alright, love?”

“I’m alright,” Evie laughed, nodding. “God you’re so pretty Quinnie. Like the prettiest ever.”

“That’s so sweet,” Quinn mused. “I appreciate that. I appreciate you, Evie.”

Evie clutched her heart. “Jesus I love you.”

“I love you as well,” Quinn smiled. “Poppy went to the loo. We’re thinking about heading out. It would be wonderful if you came with us, yeah?”

“I’d love that!” Evie exclaimed. “I have to use the loo.”

“Go on, then,” Quinn nodded. “I’ll be here. Poppy’s in there now.”

“Okay,” Evie sighed, straightening herself up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t leave without me, okay?”

“I won’t,” Quinn laughed,

“Okay,” Evie grinned. She gave Quinn one last look before pushed past the group. She didn’t have to go right through the middle of it but Evie wouldn’t be Evie if she didn’t.

“You’re a good friend,” Niall mused, behind her.

“Thanks,” Quinn smiled, looking up at him.

“I heard Evie made out with Shawn in the bathroom,” Niall told her, pulling her toward the wall by her wrist.

“Oh yeah?” Quinn asked, watching the way his fingers brushed her own when he dropped her hand.

“Yeah,” Niall nodded. “Shawn has a girl in Chelsae though. He left to call her.”

“Oh,” Quinn murmured. “I didn’t know.”

“No one really did,” he shrugged. “It’s kind of like new I guess. I dunno honestly. Just wanted to tell you, though. In case something happens.”

“Thanks for telling me,” Quinn nodded. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Niall smiled, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “And by the way I don’t have a girl in Chelsea.”

Quinn chuckled, head tilting to the side. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Don’t mention it,” Niall waved her off. “So if you were staring at me lips. It’d be okay. Since I am hmm how do I say it. Unattached.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, to be honest,” Quinn shrugged, looking away. “But that is useful information.”

“You’re a shit liar, you know that?” Niall breathed out, amusement dripping off of his words.

“I know that,” Quinn laughed, leaning on the wall beside him.

“Well I too have a confession,” Niall told her, turning to face her.

“And what’s that?” Quinn asked, facing him.

“I was staring at your lips,” he whispered, tilting her chin up to meet her eyes. “And I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

Quinn flushed. Every bone in her body screamed out to kiss him. Niall slid his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He let his knuckles brush over her cheek and down her jaw where his hand brushed over her throat teasingly slow.

Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, he didn’t. A smile spread across his face and he chuckled. Their noses brushed and it seemed that was enough to satisfy him. “But I’m not going to.”

“And why not?” Quinn asked, eyebrows raising.

“Because Quinnie has a little bit too much pride,” Niall shrugged, playing with a strand of her hair. “Good ol Irish pride.”

Quinn chuckled, eyes rolling. She shook her head.

Niall dropped his hand back down to his side. “But of course, if Quinn wants me to kiss her, she can always tell me so.”

“In your dreams,” Quinn breathed out.

“Lover, in my dreams we’re doing a lot more than kissing,” Niall murmured.

Quinn flushed, eyes slipping shut for a moment. “You absolutely suck.”

Niall laughed, hand sliding to Quinn’s waist. “Just like to make you squirm.”

“Well it’s working,” Quinn laughed.

Their moment shattered when Poppy and Evie came around the corner. Niall’s hand fell to his side and he turned away from her to look at them.

“Okay we’re ready,” Evie announced.

“Okay,” Quinn responded, straightening up. She cleaned her throat and smoothed her hair out. “I guess I will see you Saturday. At the wedding.”

“Yes you will,” Niall agreed, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “And I am counting the minutes.”

“Of course you are,” Quinn chuckled.

She left Niall with one last glance over her shoulder. Niall smiled widely at her, giving her a wink. To which Quinn rolled her eyes despite the smile on her own face.

But maybe Quinn was counting the minutes too, though she wasn’t quite ready to tell Niall that.

“Okay what the fuck,” Evie laughed as they pushed the pub doors open.

“What the bloody hell did we miss?” Poppy asked, laughing.

Quinn laughed with them, shrugging her shoulders. “All you need to know is that I am getting me mine this weekend.”

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judgmentofcorruption · 4 years

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Episode 5–The Relationship Chills; Scene 4

Judgment of Corruption, pages 163-170

Their extramarital affair proceeded to continue on for about half a year.

It finally began to meet its end when Bruno took notice of their relationship.

“—How unusual, for you to call me here like this.”

Ma and Bruno had met in a back alley at midnight.

Bruno’s expression was calm, but the way his face was flushed made clear the anger he was feeling within.

“I think I know what you’re doing…Ma.”

“Oh, have we been found out already? But my, how unsophisticated of you, a servant butting into his employer’s private matters.”

“I know. I have no intention of paying any mind if Gallerian does anything with a woman who isn’t Mira from this point forward. However…You alone I cannot allow. And—you know why that is more than anyone.”

“Thanks for the warning as an old friend, Bruno. But love takes many forms.”

“…What nonsense are you trying to…” Bruno grew enraged. “You two…You and Gallerian are—parent and child!”

“…”

“—The sorceress ‘Elluka Ma Clockworker’ does not age…And because of that, the Freezis Conglomerate tried to find the secret to immortality from you.”

“…That was around the time I first met you. Back then you were still a child, with some innocence left.”

“I was. But during the ‘witch trials’ you vanished, and then reappeared before me ten years later—as the scriptwriter, Kayo Sudou. Elluka never died. She may have been executed on the surface, but she survived, given a new identity.”

“And so—I became your ally in defeating the Freezis Conglomerate. How nostalgic. It was so recent and yet it feels like such a long time ago.”

In contrast to Ma’s calm, Bruno’s face twisted with anguish. “Ma…No, Elluka. I can’t understand a being like you. How could you do such a—”

“I’m just that kind of person.”

“Part of me can see what you’re saying, but part of me can’t understand it either. Every time I meet you, you seem like a completely different person. It’s as though there are several personalities inside you…” As he spoke, Bruno pulled at his hair.

“That’s correct, Bruno. I am—‘impure’. And I don’t mean in the sense that I’m having an affair with a married man. It is exactly as the word means…I have various, extraneous things mixed into me.”

“…”

“I wish to become a ‘pure’ Ma. By removing the ‘impurities’ inside me, and only taking in the ‘power’ that I need…There is a certain ‘process’ that is necessary for that goal. The matter with Gallerian—Well, I won’t deny that it’s a result of that process.”

“…I don’t understand. I suppose it’s just too difficult for someone like me to comprehend a being like you.”

“You don’t have to, and I don’t wish for you to either. –Anyway, what is it that you want of me, ultimately?”

“…I want you to leave the country. And—I want you to never meet with Gallerian ever again, if possible. I can’t help but feel that…if you’re near him any longer, he’ll be done for.”

“Ha ha…I can do that. If that’s what you wish.” Ma gave a thin smile. “You’re so very loyal, Bruno…No, that’s not all it is, is it?”

“…”

“—You’re taken with Gallerian.”

“…He’s never shown any prejudice towards me, despite my being a ‘Black Valkyria’. When I first met him he openly held out his hand, never hesitating to shake with mine—to touch my black skin. …He has a great determination, and the will to put it in motion. It’s true that at some point I’ve found myself charmed by that.”

“Gallerian must be happy to have such a good servant—or rather, a good friend. …You take good care of the boy.”

When Bruno did not reply, Ma turned her back on him and left.

The next morning.

After leaving the inn, Ma appeared to consider where she would go next.

“Lucifenia, Asmodean—Beelzenia might be nice too. Jakoku…is probably too far,” she murmured to herself as she walked; but as she finally arrived at the Dark Star Bureau she stopped there, as though having remembered something.

“While I’m here—I’ll go consult with him before I leave the country, shall I?”

The Dark Star Bureau, the director’s office.

Hanma did not hide his surprised expression at this sudden visitor.

“…Now isn’t this something. I never thought that you’d come here to see me yourself—Ma.”

“Long time no see, Hanma.”

“Because Gallerian’s been looking after you so much...Oh, is it strange for me to put it that way?”

“—Actually, I’ve decided to leave the country. I’ve figured now is the best time, for various reasons.”

“I see…That’s unfortunate, but it is what it is. There’s nothing more to worry about with the reform of the ‘witch trials’. Gallerian should be able to handle it no problem, even without you,” Hanma replied with a grin.

“Ha ha, true. He’s been working so hard. –He’s accomplished the revolution that you failed to achieve.”

“Indeed. Though his methods greatly resemble mine…Gallerian succeeded, and I failed. There must be some deciding difference in there. Perhaps it’s time for me to retire soon.”

“That was almost twenty years ago now…You presumed to hand me a death penalty verdict at that trial. --To create a precedent for Elluka to have been executed.”

“Under the laws established by the Dark Star Bureau, the same person cannot be given the death penalty twice. …Regardless of whether or not the execution has actually taken place. It should have allowed you to escape from the World Police and the Freezis Conglomerate hounding you. But—” Hanma’s expression faintly twisted. “—The Freezises found me out. All I was able to do was give you a new identity and hide who you were. The plan that I had come up with came to nothing.”

“And Gandalf—your friend—wound up hating you for something you didn’t do. When it rains, it pours, eh?”

“Well…That was a long time ago.” Hanma stood from his chair and aimlessly gazed out the window. “Ma—When were you planning to depart from this country?”

“I’ve already moved out of the inn, so I could even go today.”

“That’s good. The sooner the better. Looks like you had some bad timing coming here today.”

When he said that to her, Ma seemed to notice something, and peered out the window with Hanma. “Is that—”

“The World Police…A Justea special task force. It seems that they’re planning to force their way into the bureau. They’re after you—and me. They’ve been sniffing around here for some time now, you see. They must have finally figured out my true identity.”

“…What will you do? Shall we take them on together?”

“No, don’t trouble yourself. I’m capable of handling them alone. And—” Hanma glanced Ma’s way. “—You look a tad peaky today.”

“…”

“Escape through the back entrance. There are a few Justea officers there, but they’re not in so great a number. You should have no trouble escaping from your pursuers, even as you are today.”

“And what will you do?”

“Right…I think I’ll let loose for once. Hopefully I haven’t gotten too rusty.”

“Understood…Though I would have liked to be able to shoot the breeze about the old days a little.”

“If we both survive this, we’ll have the chance to again.”

“True. Well then—See you later, Hanma.”

Ma rapidly left the room.

The morning was still early, so there were no trials being held in the main courtroom.

Hanma was sitting alone in the head judge seat.

“I suppose I’m parting with the Dark Star Bureau today… And the most appropriate stage for Bureau Director Hanma Baldured’s final moments--is here, of course.”

After a short while, the Justea special task force broke down the door and entered the large courtroom, wielding guns.

“He’s in here!”

There were about twenty of them in all, and they surrounded Hanma in an instant.

Hanma pounded the gavel in his hand twice.

“Silence. This is the sacred courtroom of the Dark Star Courthouse. It’s not a place where a gang like you can just tromp all over with your shoes.”

The man who appeared to be the head of the unit cried out, ignoring Hanma’s words, “Hanma Baldured! You are under arrest!”

“My my…What are the charges?”

“—Violation of the special laws on magic! You are under suspicion of being ‘Elluka’s apprentice’!”

“Ha ha ha…’Elluka’s apprentice’, huh? It’s been—quite some time since I was called that.”

Hanma stood from his chair, smiling.

“Don’t move!”

“Now now, calm yourselves down, gentlemen of Justea—It may be winter out but today is quite warm. Personally I don’t care for this sort of climate. Winter should be cold enough to freeze.”

“Put your hands up and turn around!”

In accordance with the leader’s words, Hanma obediently put his hands up and then turned his back to the unit.

“Yes yes…You’re quite a hot-tempered man, aren’t you? I don’t really like that much either. So—I’ll cool things down a little.”

--There was no one aside from Hanma who noticed the change occurring.

And…by the time they did, it was far too late for the Justea special task force.

“—Ahhh, isn’t this much more refreshing?”

In the span of ten minutes, the great courtroom had completely transformed into a world of ice.

All of the officers had been frozen solid, encased in that ice.

Hanma alone was standing there, with a literally cool expression on his face.

“The ice will thaw eventually…You’ll be able to move again when that happens—Assuming you survive, hah hah hah.”

While booming with laughter, he left the courtroom and departed from the Dark Star Bureau.

--He never came back.

Thanks to this event, the relationship between the Dark Star Bureau and the World Police grew even more deteriorated.

The deputy director was promoted to assume Hanma’s vacated position.

Gallerian was treated warmly by him, and steadily rose through the ranks of the courthouse.

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pettyelves · 4 years

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the girl on fire

[ the boy on fire, the man on fire, the home on fire] [ Heart of Courage- Two Steps from Hell ]

Eilonwy fought the whole way through the portal, even after they’d crossed over into dampening wards. She dropped to dead weight, forcing her captors to literally drag her. A kick to ones jaw saw a back hand across her cheek that blurred her vision.

“Cease,” one of the lackeys said, just close enough that Eilonwy could rear back and bash his nose with her forehead. This time he all out punched her, which she answered with a spit. “Gag her.”

Hands and feet bound, they stuffed a cloth into her mouth and hauled her to a camp not far. She was tossed into the dirt and left there, while the agents of Shadeala reported in, ate, drank, and waited.

“If we sail on skiff to shore we’ll be free targets for four miles,” Eilithe argued across the seal to Kurel. It was the first time she’d spoken to him. To anyone.

“Then you sail up to shore an’ sink the Vengeance.” It was almost a dare. One she didn’t take. One land she ruled-- on sea, he did. That was the rule. He drilled into her, one final time, that this was her fault before they agreed.

On the deck, she shouted to those gathered. “By the Admiral’s mark, weigh anchor. We sail under cover of dark for shore.” Miles off the coast, The Gambit dragged anchor first, before the ships in the fleet followed a lurch as the entire fleet stopped.

They made it a mile.

Overhead a massive fireball went sailing like a comet. It less than sixty seconds, The Gluttonous Prince and The Rude Wench were in splinters and nineteen men aboard were dead in the water. “Incoming fire!” She barked, “Protect the magi!”

The skiff carrying Endessa and Svetloba was promptly shielded, the two working together to drop the wards that covered the small island. Canon fire rained down on them and Eilithe’s skiff was among the first hit. It tore through the front of the boat and she kicked backwards off the side and into the ocean, wood splintering against her back. She hit the ice cold water and sank three feet down before the shock wore off. As she crested the surface, Eilithe searched the waters. Xavier and Mairdrin, down but getting back up. She started swimming, but swimming the far was a worse idea than sailing it in a skiff. The ice magus Zephidra stood in her skiff, commanding a water elemental into the sea to assist the drowning. “Zephidra! Freeze a pa--” Canon fire struck so close to her that the only thing that saved Eilithe from shattering to pieces was the way the water slowed the attack. Blackness swallowed her and pulled her down toward the bottom of the ocean. The water, already cold, chilled. When her eyes opened she realized that ice was forming just above her. Thrashing back to the surface, she pulled herself up and got footing on the rough ice. It was just in time for the rush of magic when wards dropped, her grandmother shouted, “Go!”

Eilithe kicked off into a dead sprint down the path, weaving cannon fire and eventually gunfire as the shore was within her reach. Svalte broke from Eilithe’s shadow, assuming his beastly form to charge out ahead. “Stay in back and stay out of my WAY,” Eilithe shouted at Zephidra, before she went drew swords and collided with fury into a group of men.

Overhead fire split the sky and it had come from the direction of the ships. She could not understand what the boy said, but by just a glance. Silthas was zooming overhead. The have second of hesitation saw a cut across her chest, that she barely caught the second attack which would have ended her. She could not save the boy. Not now.

“Get her into the inner chamber and seal the door!” One of the commanders shouted, shoving Eilonwy into the arms of another captor. The man turned and rolled his shoulders before marching toward the beach. One of the magi, whom Eilonwy had heard called ‘Literia’ spoke calmly as they stalked into the halls of a stone chamber. “He is going to kill your mother and father, dear girl. If you beg the Lady, she will allow you to join them quickly.” Eilonwy stared at the woman nose crinkled into a sneer. The doors were shut behind them, two mages activating the wards to keep it sealed before a mundane lock clicked loud. Unbeknownst to any of them, the chamber was less than secure. When they dumped her onto the floor, a shimmer of arcane brought a projection of Shadeala into the room. “Remove her gag,” the Kaldorei called. Eilonwy counted four men and the two mages, knowing what her chances were-- she waited.

Shadeala’s hand opened up and when it did a projection of the outside. “Such a selfish child, all these people will die trying to save you. Is your life worth more than theirs?”

Eilonwy scowled, “I’m not selfish. You’re selfish. You stole me from my home. It’s not my fault they’re here. It’s yours. You are a coward. ” Her eyes were firey, fixed upon the projection. Shadeala wasn’t even brave enough to stand there in person. Her mother’s word’s echoed in her head, if you are taken, show them no fear. We are An’Diels and we do not cower. “I am not afraid of you.”

Shadeala sneered at Eilonwy, just as the pair of mages walked into the hall. The Kaldorei and the Draenei both took up position on either side of the projection. "A coward. How rich. I don't suppose you think hiding within the wards of your little harbor is a cowardly thing, hmmm?" It was about this time that a blast of fire roared down the hall, a phoenix of fire shrieking towards the women holding Eilonwy captive. The mages lurched to the side but the projection of Shadeala merely turned to stare at her son. "Ah, the failure. The betrayer. The traitor I birthed and raised. There is nothing you can do here, Silthas." Shdeala turned and looked at Eilonwy.

We are An’Diels. And we survive. Eilonwy did not hear what she said, because magic ran wildly through her body, freezing her bonds. She took her chance then and slammed her bindings against the ground before shooting up to her feet. If they come for you. Remember your training and do what you have to.

"Kill him first. Make her watch him die." The projection of Shadeala then faded as both mages turned on Silthas, arcane and fire blasting against pillars and shields. The boy returned fire with blasts of fiery magic, even managing to land a blow on the Draenei. While this was happening, the four mercenaries came for Eilonwy, attempting to subdue her as opposed to kill her, so she could watch as the mages ended Silthas. “I am NOT AFRAID OF YOU,” Eilonwy screeched out, ice bursting from around her. It tore into mercenaries. As rage filled her, the magic within her rippled violently and went out of control-- fire shot from her fists that punched the air, targeting the magi on Silthas. She scrambled across the floor to pick up a knife and sprinted for the Draenei burying it in the woman’s back.

The Kaldorei magus clutched her hand around arcane which formed a spear. She hurled the weapon at Silthas and Eilonwy watched as it ripped into Silthas and sent him to the ground. “It is time to go, Destrianka,” the magus said, helping her injured colleague through an open portal. Before Eilonwy could react, three more portal opened up, men pouring out of them.

Silthas wasn’t getting up. She snapped.

Purple consumed her eyes and and static filled the arm around her, raising portions of her midnight hair. Her fists clutched and her mouth tore open with a scream that was bone chilling. Arcane rocked the halls of the inner chamber.

Mavas was the first to the door, in time to watch the runes on the door pop with color as inside, Eilonwy’s instability rocked against them. By the time Eilithe and Kurel where catching up with the vanguard he was over loading the door with chaos magic.

Eilithe was impatient, even as Zephidra got the doors to open a fraction, it wasn’t fast enough. When it became clear they could not be pried, Eilithe looked to Peter, Mairdrin, and Bengal. “Blow it.” The charges set, cover taken a series of more urgent beeps were crescendo to a loud explosion. Eilithe was second into the chamber, if only because Kurel was lumbering like a juggernaut ahead.

Inside, Eilonwy was wielding a knife ice pick her other hand up to guard. She had completely lost herself in rage and sadness. Men lunged at her and this time she did not freeze. Kurel’s seals broke rapidly as he fel rushed for his daughter fighting in the center of the room. Zephidra and Azura rushed to Silthas to save the boy’s life, and one of the men went trudging toward them. Screaming, Eilonwy leap on the man’s back stabbing down and down. Eilithe didn’t pause, not because to see her daughter like that didn’t disturb her, but because another mercenary was going for her daughter’s turned back.

Eilithe sprinted forward and flung her swords in an arc to cut up the man’s back. The man lunged and caught Eilithe’s sword with his own whilst another enemy went for her back. A sword buried into her shoulder, and Eilithe quickly turned to kick the man back. The first attacker went in for Eilithe’s spine but was quickly met by the hungry maw of Svalte at his throat. Stumbling back Mairdrin must have caught the man and held him in place, but blood sprayed up and out as Els’ blade eviscerated the man with precision. In minutes, Dead Sun had decimated the last of Shadeala’s forces. At least the ones on that island.

Kurel rushed Eilonwy and pulled her into his chest, a hand on her head. In her hand a knife was clutched so tightly her hands were shaking. Her words were whispered, just for her father to hear. “They..said they were going to kill us. She said.. she wanted me to watch him die.”

Eilithe came up behind Eilonwy and touched her head to the back of her daughter’s. Even as Kurel seethed into her ear that they should leave the boy to die, she felt relief.

There were a few moments of peace before Eilonwy’s eyes got distant and she pushed out from between her parents. It was that funny way she had of knowing things. The knife hit the floor and she immediately jammed her fingers down her throat to induce vomitting. “Wha’ are you doin’? Stop,” Kurel tried to grab her but she jerked away from him. “They know where I am,” she said, puking across the floor. “Mavas!” Kurel bellowed, “They forced her to swallow somethin’.”

The process of removing the tracker was easy, a single slug that writhed around in the jar Mavas. Designed to be near undetectable, yet not very sturdy. As Mavas mused over the thing, Eilithe pulled her daughter in close and spoke.

“I am proud of you, kallah,” she whispered, resting her head against the girl’s temple. “You did the right thing. You fought for yourself and for that boy. You’re going to be okay.”

Eilonwy mumbled, “Is Silthas going to die?” She dared not ask if he was already.

“He is fighting. And he is strong. But,” Eilithe’s hands gripped in her chest. “The safest place for you. Is with your father. Go with him.” Eionwy gripped her mother’s bloody leathers, “What about you?”

“I am never far behind you.”

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choiceenvironment · 3 years

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Shorty’s Fight

Shorty is so deserving of the proper surgery to save her leg. I feel horrible that I can not afford to provide her with it. With so many people struggling, I hate to ask for this kind of financial help, but I have no choice. I have to try for her sake. Our local small town community has already sponsored the costs to saving her, with help from the wonderful (Strathmore Veterinarian). The donations gave the vet enough to amputate her tail and cast her arm from a broken Radial bone. Including an anonymous donor that paid her intake. I believe it is because the town knows her, she has gone into stores, got the mail with me and all my clients love her. Since then (2 weeks ago) something has gone wrong and the Ulnar bone which had a hairline fracture has now broken fully, the only option now is amputate her front left arm for $2000 or Surgery for $4500 to save the arm. She is in a lot of pain, this breaks my heart for her and she does not deserve to suffer. I have been told by some that she is just a cat, That I should just do what ever is cheapest and/or put her down. But she is not just a regular cat, her personality captures anyone who meets her but not in the cuddly way most would think. This is my story of the most unique cat I have ever known. "Sam Shorty" 2 years ago I was looking for a small companion cat that I could bring to work at my newly opened print shop. I thought it would be great to keep the mice away, I was lonely as I worked alone and I had some struggles coping with stress. My store was opened in 2017, Since then my entire store was flooded and I lost all my inventory with no help from insurance because it was "overland flooding" - Jerks! They didn't help at all. But my community did! Since then I lost my father, 2 brothers and covid took away my events which used to pay for my store rent. I hosted, cooking and paint classes for kids when they were off school. I also trained people who struggle to learn computer skills and building their own resume. I honestly needed to find a daily companion and furry friend. My first thought was to catch or coax one of the Ferrell cats around town because I would be "giving them a better life". So I thought. ha ha ha But the stray cats around town are pretty happy just eating the field mice and being wild and free. No worries, just play, eat and sleep, I am almost jealous except in winter time. ha ha ha So after weeks of desperately trying to make friends with the Ferrell's I gave up and realized that all I was doing was creating Night Fights from all the food I kept leaving out. The neighbors must have loved that. ha ha ha They did keep all the outside mice away, but funny...I seemed to end up with more mice inside the store. ha ha ha Moving forward I checked online for any cats needing a home and oddly at that time frame there was none? People even tried catching their own farm Ferrell's to no avail. Well I was determined so I planned to go on the weekend to buy one SOMEWHERE lol, didn't know where but I was determined. Saturday morning we planned for a Sunday trip to the city. But I was feeling really down so I prayed. I honestly prayed to God and asked for help in sending me a cat that needs the most help. See, Although I want a companion for my sake I also want to return the favor to my friend, I want to be doing something good. 2 hours later I was cleaning up some things in the shed and my husband says "I think there is something behind the quad" Sure as shit there was a kitten! So we ran and told my daughter to grab a can of tuna and after a few attempts I was able to quickly grab her scruff and pull her into my scarf. She fought hard but only for a few seconds, then she tucked her head into my hair and didn't move. I walked around with her for a bit and she seemed to like it. Eventually I set her on my bed and she just stared at all of us like she was in shock. Pretty sure she was freaking out. ha ha ha Her eyes were full of gunk, she was so badly filled with worms and she pooped all over my bedroom, my bed, but I could care less. Funny story - she even gave me worms which is very rare! The first night she was so afraid that she would only lay on the window sill. Shorty was so stunted and small that we called her shorty. Also because her tail was the smallest tail we had ever seen. While she was going from the window to the liter box and back up to the window sill, her litter was getting stuck to her feet and a small amount kept dropping into my bedside drinking glass. Lets not get into details, but I drank a lot of water that night. ha ha ha - I still laugh at this cause she was worth it. It took a long time to get her back to health, we thought she was dead a few times when she would not move for hours. We eventually got her fixed and with consistent food she began to grow :) and although small she is one tough kitty. I had her on a leash when we would go for walks, camping or to work. But eventually I just felt like she missed the wild. When we were camping it poured rain one year so bad, but she did not want to leave the brush beside the fire and I realized she was hunting mice! She would be soaking wet and I would try to take her inside with me but she would get so mad, growl and kick her back paws on me. So in return for her friendship I sat in the rain with her for hours so she could listen to the wilderness and hunt mice. She even caught one that year but her excitement caused her to lose it and it ran away. She would stand on her back feet and sway her head like a crazy person filled with glee, she looked like a playful bear. Shorty would finally want to go to bed around 11 pm, but at the crack of dawn she would be sitting on her leash staring at me and using her "mind powers" to wake me up. She is very polite and tries not to disturb me while I sleep. So sweet. I decided that if I truly love her I would have to let her have her own freedom and if she loved me too, she would return home. At first when I took her off her leash, Shorty would stay with me as I gardened or worked in the yard. But eventually she left the yard for a day and night. But she returned and before the incident she would come and go on the hour. Shorty could be dead asleep on the piano ( her favorite spot) and she would know if another cat stepped on her property. So would we, because all of a sudden she would run upstairs to the bedroom windows, then down to the basement windows. Sometimes she would "Scobie Doo" around the corners then race to be let out the back door. All the neighborhood cats are free out here and go as they please. They are also bigger than her! But she puff's up, spits and kicks her back feet like she is the toughest little girl in the world. Climbing is her favorite and she always has to show me. She will run up the tree and if I am not watching her Shorty meows at me and scratches harder on the tree. She loves to run and show off how fast she is, her favorite game with my daughters is what we call "the chase game" That's where the kids will get a foot from her and she will run to the other side of the yard and lay down. Then she rolls and shows her tummy, so the girls walk up to pet her and when they are a foot from her she runs back to the other side. She loves it. Shorty does not cuddle, wont let strangers touch her and only comes to me "Mom" Now the sad part - We rescued a Pitbull and have spent month retraining her as she was abused and left to freeze in the cold. Her name is Calypso. She cowers to many things and we thought we were getting her back to normal. Her prey drive was bad, but the cat and her were beginning to play and we began lowering our guard. I never left them in a room alone together, I still always supervised just encase. But 2 weeks ago I was in court awaiting a verdict on a local exploitation of a minor case. The judge called guilty, we cried with relief and became overwhelmed as it had been a year long uncertain battle. By the system prevailed! AS we celebrated on the way home I got a call from my daughter, the dog had got upstairs and the cat was bleeding. I tried to keep my daughter calm and a Neighbour ran to my house to see how bad it was. When I got there, the floor had a trail of blood and a pool of blood behind the couch. But it is not the dogs fault, she is a sweet sweet dog that just wants to be loved. The dog took to me the moment we met and her jealousy took her over along with her natural instinct. Just as the cat needs to hunt mice, the dog wants to hunt too. It part of them and I hold no fault to either of them. We called the nearest vet who responded with "we are booked unless you want to just bring her in and put her down?" Yah we hung up on them. Then we called Strathmore Vet and while bawling I explained that I had absolutely no money, I had no idea how to get any money but I would do anything to save her. The vet worked tirelessly through the night and all the next day. Shorty had her tail amputated, and a second time from the damage. Luckily she had enough blood to rebuild and just a fractured radial bone. They tried there best to cast the arm but gave me a 50/50 chance of keeping it. The last two weeks of healing, Shorty has been such a trooper. We have been trapped in my room since but I think she knows its only so she can heal. I have not gone to work or left her side. I thought she was getting depressed the last few days but yesterday we found out its pain, from the second bone finally giving out. Shorty deserves to keep her leg and she deserves proper care. The feeling of not being able to provide this to her is horrible. I cant even afford the amputation. With amputation I wonder if I will ever let her back outside? There is 2 jerks on our street that always speed and with her only having 3 legs I would be too worried that someone would run her over. Most people in our town will actually stop and let a cat cross the road, we are always watching for children and the speed is basically 30 klm/hr over the entire hamlet or Carseland. This is my last resort. I have tried to phone Pet Card to get approve for a pet loan but I don't make enough. I actually don't make anything since covid and have been operating my print shop at a loss for 6 months. My customers have been hit hard, they don't have the money to pay anymore. Its not their fault and I have stayed close with all my clients because I truly understand what they are going through. I tried selling all my game consoles i have collected since I was 12, that didn't pan out. The stress of everything gave me shingles, so I have 4 bags of bottles to take in and I am now better so I can actually take them in, but that's not going to help her today. So I am here asking for help because Shorty deserves better and I am okay with putting myself out there for her. She really deserves a chance to keep her freedom and live the happy life she had before. Thank you so much for reading, sharing or considering helping my little girl. My love to you all Jennifer

#https://www.gofundme.com/f/shorty-sam-leg-surgery

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tranqueenila · 5 years

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Fated.

She quickened her pace of running when she saw the large clouds started to gather in the sky, leaving nothing but a tar-black view for her to gaze up at. The rain was coming for sure, she thought. The sound of the wind moaning against the trees occupied her heavy breathing: both getting uneven as time went by, her hands fisting into tight balls as she sprinted her way back home. Getting rained on, soaked and cold throughout the rest of the journey was literally the last thing she would ever want to happen to herself at the moment. However, nature seemed to have a better, or mayhaps, worse plan for this petite girl. In about a block-away distance from her apartment, she felt the first drop on top of her head. One drop. Two drop. It kicked off as a short tapping, then it became a pitter-patter and soon enough, the rain began pouring down heavily. The clouds squeezed their beads of water onto the ground and at that very moment, she knew it was not a good day and will never ever be a good day for her.

By the time she reached home, she was completely drenched from head to toe. To tell that she was completely annoyed and displeased was.. literally an understatement. Sighing, she ran the pad of her thumb across the glass of her watch and squinted her eyes to take a closer look of the time. “09:00 AM,” she breathed before heaving another lingering sigh to discard the wet fabrics and rewarded herself a warm bath. It was not actually a reward, not even close to one. But, let’s just say she was just trying to ease herself down, making herself feel better after the unexpected downpour earlier.

Jennie. That was her name. It was never her hobby to run and jog around as she had always been occupied with works and stuffs. Back then, she always spent her time getting engrossed in myriads of documents piling up on her table in the middle of her dad’s office. But now, that ended. Momentarily, at least. This all happened because her dad decided that it was time for her family to migrate back to her birthplace, and for that to happen, they had to leave South Korea. She had to leave South Korea. For the family though, it was no big deal. They were just leaving a country. But not for Jennie. She had to leave the country and someone that she loved so dearly.

Maybe, just maybe, that explained why she had gotten herself into this new haste habit, chaos lifestyle. She noticed how she’d jolt awake at 4 in the morning, unable to coax herself back to sleep and end up staying awake until the sun came in the view. It left her exhausted, but she felt as if her hands were tied. There was absolutely nothing she could do to make herself feel better, to make things get better, to let herself live better. She couldn’t even find ways to knock herself out in bed because everything was in vail. Every small trials were futile. Therefore, she decided to get herself tired. Like very, very, very tired, so that she could sleep in ease. That was the reason why she left the house at 8 in the morning for a run, just to get herself doused under the rain and now she was back in the bathroom, the entire body except her neck upwards dipped in the warm, foamy water; the same frown drew across her face.

“Great,” she spat bitterly in a quiet whisper. “It supposed to be a part of healing to get over Daniel but I ended up getting myself borderline sick. Very great.”

- - -

“Jennie!”

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Do you perhaps, need a vacation? The last time I visited your apartment and I swear to God, you weren’t in your best state ever.”

Jennie rolled her eyes, tipping her head to one side so that the smart device stay sandwiched in between her ear and her shoulder. It was such a sappy conversation with a sappy topic and a sappy effort to make her feel times better. The last time her dad barged into her apartment, she was holding up a canned vodka in her hand, her macbook on her lap. Her ‘Hi, dad’ was a little different that day, too. Rather than saying it verbally, she flicked her fingers and opened the drink, leaving the hissing sound do the talking. Definitely not in my best state ever, she shrugged.

“Nah, I’m fine. Just give me a few more days off and I’ll get back to the office.”

“No, not really.” Jennie could hear his heavy sigh. There was a long pause in between, in which Jennie didn’t even bother to interrupt while taking a platter filled with her sandwich to the couch. “I need you in the office but.. just, not like this, okay. You ain’t gonna work that out.” He began again, earning a hum from her daughter as a hint for him to carry on. Whatever there was in his mind, she couldn’t care less. It wouldn’t make any difference, so why bother, right? There was another silence bestowing the phone call, and it could even stay like that forever for all she cared. Chewing on the sandwich still, she gave her dad a chance to spill it.

“If I let you go to Korea, would you love that?”

Those words made Jennie choke on the sandwich almost immediately and instantly that the platter almost slipped out of her palm, leaving her dad on hold whilst her other hand was busy patting her chest to get rid of the food stuck inside. After a split moment or two, she reached her hand forward to mug down the water, regaining her composure before getting back on the call with her dad.

“Sorry dad, I was, uh, too shocked. What were you saying? I mean, yes! I want to go back to Korea. Yes, thank you! Bye!”

Frankly, she didn’t even wait for his reply or whatsoever but hung it up right after. Jennie knew that her dad knew going back to Korea would make her happy. Hell, her reaction was too palpable, there was nowhere in the godly heaven he couldn’t grasp that. It was probably his instinct that she was not enjoying any of her time here in her own birthplace. It was a beautiful city, a great one to reside. But she missed Korea. She missed everything about that country.

And she was not gonna decline such offer when it was right before herself.

- - -

“Damn, I almost forgot how cold Korea is.” Jennie breathed, wisps of frosty air escaping her lips as she made her way through the pavement. It was mostly covered with snow, sometimes mounted a little at some parts that had Jennie getting [this] close to trip. It was white everywhere, painted a little red and brown here and there, now and then. It felt like home. Not exactly, but close.

She arrived in Seoul three days ago, and it was honestly a mistake of agreeing without consulting her dad about it. Jennie forgot how the seasons ran differently at some countries, and it was winter in Korea. And there she was, clad in white thick knitted sweater with a black Chanel trench coat on top. Definitely not a winter choice. Since ever her arrival, she had met a few of her friends. Rosie just happened to come back on random occasions with her family before flying back to Australia, so they got to spend a little time together until the departure took place. She was enjoying her stay, so far. And guess what would make her feel even better?

Hot chocolate. Exactly.

It was freezing cold outside. Jennie decided to give her favourite café a visit too. Unplanned, but it was one of the must-go places in her short journey here. Pushing the door with her gloved hand, she stepped in and the warmth quickly enveloped her body, granting herself in such a great sensation. The smell of the hotly brewed coffee and freshly baked cookies filling her nostrils immediately, invading her mind next that left her exhaling out loud. Now, that felt a little more like home.

“Hot chocolate, please,” she ordered, paying for it right after so that she can secure herself a seat for a longer time. This café served one of the best pastries too. It was pretty close to her apartment when she lived in Korea back then, hence giving herself the full permit to be the permanent customer here. She always dropped by to get herself a bag of bagels on her way to her workplace, and never missed a day not getting her daily dosage of hot chocolate on her way back home. It was her routine, and she was not even complaining because damn, she just loved every little inch of the café. It varied from the way the hanging little lamps shimmer under the reflection of the glasses to the way the frames decorated the wall, the white cabinet with black linings that blended so well with the white painted walls. These seemed to be.. aesthetically pleasing. Something that she couldn’t find elsewhere. Not even in New Zealand.

“I’m sorry, uh, Miss.” A voice interrupted Jennie’s calm thoughts, earning a soft hum from the latter as she sipped on her sugary drink. “May I sit here? It’s too cold outside but it’s too packed inside. I couldn’t find any other seat except this one in front of you. May I?”

“Of course. Please have a seat, Mister— Oh my God.”

A hand flew to her mouth as she lifted up her gaze to lock it with the stranger. It seemed like the other person— a man, experienced the same feeling too as his eyes went so wide, probably mirroring her expression right now. They shared looks after looks, words bubbling in their throats but none of them got to utter even a single syllable, not until they broke it at the same time.

“Jennie.”

“Daniel.”

The next thing Jennie remember was seeing the addressed man pulling out the chair and settled himself in front of her. This entire encounter was just.. farcical. They broke up right before Jennie moved back to New Zealand because “We ain’t gonna work this out” reason. It was not her choice too, really. She just couldn’t afford to keep it going, knowing that she was gonna be miles and miles away from him but still keeping a tight hold on his whereabouts. She was afraid that he might feel restricted. She was afraid if he decided to end it himself.

“So, back in Korea, huh?” Daniel quipped, taking a short sip of his black, hot liquid while keeping the eye contact going. The question caused the woman before him to chuckle and nod.

“Yes. Just arrived, actually. A couple of days ago.” Jennie said. She showed a great effort trying to explain things, and she noticed how Daniel’s expression had gotten softer and softer as times went by. The longer they kept their eyes locked, they deeper they got back into the puddle of mixed feelings. Those feelings that they once shared before together.

“So... how are you doing? So far?” Her voice rang again after she cleared her throat, obviously trying to converse as she shifted a little due to the discomfort of the awkward silence. Daniel settled down his cup and interlocked his fingers together. Silently, he replied, “Nah. Been working. Working on stuffs and working out” that ended with a smug grin in a teasing manner. Geez, he didn’t lie for sure. Jennie noticed how his buildup had gotten a little firmer, a little stronger and slightly broader. “You, Jane?”

The nickname rolled off the tip of his tongue oh so beautifully that it got Jennie’s heart doing frantic backflips, heat creeping up her pale neck. For once she was thankful that she had a turtleneck to cover it up. She was trying to play it cool but this goddamn guy in front of her was smiling so widely, she barely made a single word out. “I’ve been well.” Oh, that was a lie. “Just like you, I work but with my dad. It just the same old problems, you know. Unable to sleep at night,” she paused.

“And being awake by 4am.” Both of them said at the same time.

Jennie shot him a what-the-heck look, just to be reminded that Daniel had always been an observant and laughed it off softly, at the same time getting herself blushed. No doubt, she probably was like that before too. But she was too caught up with the affections he was showering her with that she didn’t realise she had the problem. It was back in New Zealand when she knew she had one. But now, she literally had another problem. Their eyes met again, this time filled with adoration and love as the entire scene seemed to freeze for them to capture the moment.

Let’s be real over here. None of them wanted the break-up. Really, Jennie did not come back to Korea for him. Hell, she didn’t even think of their lives to cross path ever again. They were different in every possible ways, from the way they were raised, the people they were engaging themselves with, etc. But now it happened, and she wouldn’t want to leave him ever again. Looking at him this close, she wanted to be even closer. Her eyes got a tad higher, trying to reminisce how soft the locks felt in between her dainty fingers then raked her gaze down to scan his facial features and mom, how she missed kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his pointy nose, his chin and those pink plump lips. She was probably being obvious with her action but for once, just for this once, she didn’t care. Plus, she could bet herself that Daniel was doing to the same to her face. His beauty was something that she will never be able to impart, the words seemed to get less meanings compared to him. And that moment itself, she knew that she was falling for him all over again.

“Hot chocolate as usual?” His voice shook her from her intense staring, causing her to lean back slightly with her scarlet cheeks. The corner of Daniel’s lips tugged upwards into a cheeky and amused smile, his words were laced with tease and joke as per usual. He loved how Jennie was too careless at things like this that it made her look like a little kitten scurrying away in hopes she’d given an amnesty. Darn cute.

“Yeah. And you, black coffee, less sugar as usual?” Jennie shot back, batting her eyelashes at him just to earn a guffaw as a reply. It made Jennie smile immediately, as if they were meant to be in this scene. Her heart skipped a beat again when Daniel leaned forward on his elbows. “Yes. You remember my favourite.” He said, before pushing himself off the chair to stand on his feet. Jennie was fast enough to stop him though, her fingers holding on his wrist to stone his movement. She didn’t even tell herself about it but she just did it off her own bat.

“Do.. you, perhaps, want to come over to my place? We can talk. It’s uh..” Think of excuses, Jennie, think, think, think, think. “.. cold outside! Way too cold.”

Idiot.

It took Daniel a few seconds to process what she was saying, and his ears got slightly reddened at the same time. He nodded, and he slipped her grasp off his wrist just to drag his palm across hers. Her hand felt so small, so delicate, so fragile and so cold. He shifted his gaze, grabbing the glove on her side to ease her fingers into the thick cloth. “Come on, Jane” came his reply, the smile widened that left Jennie speechless.

Jennie guided the way towards her apartment, hand-in-hand with Daniel. They began to get louder and louder, sometimes Jennie jumped on the balls of her feet while she explained stuffs and Daniel, with his usual instincts, instantly wrapped an arm around her waist to make sure she didn’t trip on the snowy road. He laughed along, their laughter rang the bells that Jennie hang on the white-painted door.

“Come in, Daniel.” Jennie pushed the door open, revealing the same apartment as she left but slightly fancier now that she brought some things from New Zealand. The rest was the same though. The same gray couch with a glassed table in front, the same TV, the same wallpaper and the same frames that filled up one side of the wall. They were all their pictures and she didn’t even bother to take them down.

“You know, I felt like it was really unfair for us to break up before.” Daniel started off, shrugging his thick jacket off his shoulder and draped it on the countertop. He ambled his way to the living room but turned out right before his knees hit the couch. “I miss you a lot, Jane. I waited for you.”

Screw the butterflies, Jennie felt the entire zoo in the pit of her stomach right now. This man right here knew how to get the softest of her and she was not going to blame him. In fact, she was about to make a use of this opportunity to the very bits. Immediately, Jennie ran into Daniel and caused both of them to fall backwards; her small palm covering the back of his head in case they might land inaccurately on the couch with another laughter filling the atmosphere of the apartment. She quickly slithered her arms around his neck, hugging him tight while Daniel did the same to her waist. They stayed like that for a couple of moments, saying nothing but indulging into each other’s warmth that they missed. It was as if their bodies yearned for each other, and now they finally reunited and it felt so good. Daniel’s scent filled Jennie’s nostrils, patting her in ease as she nuzzled her nose against his neck. “I miss you too. I miss you a lot.” She said in staccatos, a kiss in between each words that made the man chuckle.

Daniel thumbed Jennie’s cheek inwardly, feeling how the soft, mushy cheek began to warm under his touch. She was blushing. He then took the initiative to lift her face by pinching her chin softly, allowing their eyes to meet and it was true. She was blushing, madly. In what seemed to be a matter of seconds, his lips found her. It was quick, and heartfelt. The kiss was chaste, soft, loving, nothing so hard and harsh but love and love only. Jennie smiled in the kiss, began to respond by moving her lips along to work on the lip-lock while expressing her longing towards the man. Their lips melded so perfectly, their breathing pace synchronised and their hands remained planted on each other’s cheek.

Jennie missed every second of this. The feeling of his arm tightening around her waist that pinned her closer on top of him enhanced the sense of security, the feeling of his lips dampening hers in multiple kisses blinded her about everything else but love, the feeling of his ‘I love you’ being mouthed against her lips just caught her heart quenching so hard. They parted, just to rejoin their lips again. It went on again and again, until one time they really needed the time to catch their breaths with a broad smile.

“Did you hear what I was saying?” Daniel questioned, eyes falling back on her lips as he tried to fight back the urge to peck them. He failed miserably though, when he leaned in and captured them for several quick pecks.

“Mmhm? Nah.” Jennie said jokingly, pushing herself up slightly so she could see Daniel’s face properly. Her smile was too wide that her eyes turned crescents, cheeks getting pinkish.

Daniel groaned in an obvious playful manner, causing Jennie to hit his chest with a joyful laughter. “Miss, better listen carefully because there will be no repetition after this.” He said, booping her nose. “I said,” he paused and kissed her rosy cheek. “I” with a kiss on the forehead, “love” with a kiss on the chin, and “you” with a final kiss on Jennie’s grinning lips. He bit on her lower one lightly, grumbling teasingly before he joined the laughter. Jennie had her entire face going red, and this time she was the one leaning forward until they got to nuzzle the tips of their noses together.

“And Mister, I’m gonna give my answer. Whatever it may be, it’s nonnegotiable.” She breathed softly, just as playfully while scrunching her nose. She started off by kissing his lips, mumbling her ‘i wuff you’ muffled against those pillowy ones before she ended up showering his entire face with multiple kisses. Daniel was a squirming mess underneath, his guffaw broke the silence of the winter night as Jennie continued printing down kisses everywhere she could reach on his face until she was satisfied. She then slumped forward, falling back into the man’s embrace to be hugged again.

The night was blessing them, literally. The snowflakes fell each at one time while they kissed, sometimes more than necessary when they giggled and silence when they stared at each other. The heater was filling up the spacious apartment with warmth, but none could beat the ones this couple was getting from their lovers. They had this wide smile spread across their visages that they were unable to pull off. Jennie had been cuddling close to him on the couch with a blanket on top of their bodies, eyes on the lit TV but not focusing as she was playing with Daniel’s long fingers idly. She kissed on the knuckles occasionally, too. Him, on the other hand, was using his free hand to twirl and play with Jennie’s hair, sometimes dipping the tip of his nose to inhale the scent of her fresh, fruity shampoo before nestling his face on her neck; he was being damn obvious that he didn’t pay attention on the movie that was playing and Jennie loved that. This whole scene felt like old times, but better. The feelings were much stronger, the love was much deeper, and they were crazily in love with each other.

They stayed like that the entire night, exchanging I love you’s in one another’s arms.

Now it felt like home.

They knew they had found their way back home.

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[Fulfilled] Flower Shop

Prompt: kiho hanahaki disease au angst with an angsty end [plot: Hoseok loves Kihyun but Kihyun and Changkyun love each other and have been dating for so long that Hoseok can’t even confess] Idk i want to cry as a baby.

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Raising the tall flute to his lips, Hoseok takes a delicate sip.

The bubbling, golden champagne fizzes in his mouth, deliciously ice cold. It leaves a pleasant buzz on his tongue before he swallows it down, into the brunt of his body heat. He follows the feeling of the icy streak down his eosophagus until it disappears into the heat of his stomach.

He takes another sip, staring out unseeingly into the night as he refocuses on another cold shot seeping down his throat, down the canal that he's pretty sure lies so close to his lung cavity, close enough that the pleasant coldness brushes those nerve endings, spiking a shortlived burst of semi numbness through the expanse of his lungs.

He likes it. He likes the cold. He likes the numbness.

He likes how he can't feel his fingers holding the icy flute of champagne; he likes how the drink itself is so icy he can barely taste it but feel it instead with each sip and swallow. He likes standing out here in the balcony, unprotected by the cool, nightly breezes that have the tip of his nose numb and aching and find their way through the fancy dark blue suit he wears to sting at his body. His muscles are aching in the involuntary stiffness they're held in, his body shuddering unevenly from the freezing atmosphere. His feet too have gone numb and aching, given how long he's been out here, his back turned to the warmth and lights inside where loud laughter and chatter await to welcome him.

Hoseok sucks in a long, deep breath of the biting, raw air that smells of winter and snow. Breathes it into his lungs as long as he can. The cold reverbates inside him, and he decides he'll stay here a bit longer. He takes another sip, unseeing eyes lingering until they fall onto the balcony railing. And the numbness he tried to encase himself in cracks ever so slightly as his mind scrambles at something to think about.

He looks at, does not see, the flowers and ribbons twining around the rails in picturesque decoration one would pinpoint to some kind of celebration taking in place inside the stylish black building. And who would know better than Hoseok, the person in charge of all this decor? He looks at the flowers, and even though the night is so dark it would swallow him up, save for the dim yellow lights shining from above, he can see the dark, majestic purple petals streaked with black, perched atop stems the darkest, velvety green. The boquet is set off with a thick satin ribbon and bow of a light, creamy shade that twines along the railing till the ends wrap around the flowers in the middle.

"You know what to do, hyung. I know you do."

Hoseok is a horticulturist. That's what everyone insists on calling him, even though he has no degree in botany, or anything faintly close to biology. He prefers to stick to his own story wherein he worked part time at a flowershop, just another university student short of cash and wanting to be more authorative of his life. Besides, he liked flowers okay, and he thought himself lucky to get a nice job with a not-so-bad pay, as long as his employers were nice. It had seemed like the most cliched thing in the world at the time: a flowershop run and owned by a friendly old couple who were to remain satisfied with the life they'd lived to the very end. And as time went on, he realized some cliches are cliches for a reason.

Kihyun had never been skeptical of his choice of part time job, not even when he stuck to it through all their four years of university. After all, they were just students willing to work at anything as long as it offered enough money to manage moving out of the dorms or a fancy date. Everyone was doing the oddest of odd jobs, some of them with the better catch like Kihyun, who was a teacher's assistant and tutor being paid by the hour; some of them like Hoseok, on neither end of the bell curve but in the peaceful in-between; and some like Changkyun, one of the many juniors Kihyun tutored, who pieced together a myriad of odd and part time jobs to earn enough to eat.

Hoseok takes a cold breath, but this time it refuses to numb him, rattling his nerve endings so that inklings of sharp stabs bloom in his chest. Puffing out the breath just as rapidly, he raises the flute to his lips and gulps. The drink is still cold enough to frost over his innards, nipping the ache in the bud.

For now.

Hoseok was good at his job. He was nice to the customers. He charmed them with smiles and advised frantic first dates with the right flowers. He was very good at arranging complex bouquets, too, and he always had the shop restocked with the most exotic, beautiful flowers within the budget, much to his employers' bemused amazement. The flower shop, in short, slowly but surely gained popularity. Never did he let a flower wither before time, and to every green thumb and enthusiast, he gave the same answer:

"Just find out what makes a flower thrive."

And when that was followed with a "Well, what is that?", he answered the same, too:

"Love."

One thing that surprised him, though, was the concept of regulars. He'd believed that type of customers was a luxury for cafes and bars; places where people went to find some sort of comfort, some kind of peace.

Turns out there are two types of people-- those who look for relief and those who relieve. Flower shop regulars are always the latter, and who would know better than Hoseok, who's made the shop and its contents his life's work?

And he also knows that some of those people are empty and broken, that they need love as much as they prefer to be a giver. And that giving is what fixes them for a while, until the cracks reappear and they wind up at his counter once again, to which he smiles gently and hands them the bunch of flowers that's been waiting for a couple hours. Sometimes he sees the hollowness, the pain mirrored in their eyes so clearly it hurts, and they know he does. But it's the kind of personal pain you can't talk about, only sense and understand.

Why else do people buy flowers, and why else does each kind of flower hold a special message?

Most of the regulars weren't that deep-- the art major who loved sketching portraits (they later hired her to design a new sign), the hopeless romantic who stabbed himself one time too many in the pursuit of single roses or even the elderly old man who hobbled in like clockwork every Sunday for any type of flower, as long as they were white.

"Hyung, don't laugh..."

Hoseok did have some special clients, for whom he reserved only the very best. Changkyun, for instance, who came to be Kihyun's star crossed lover and vice versa.

And not that Hoseok was playing the younger dirty, but he wanted only the best for his best friend.

So the first time Changkyun burst into the shop, looking windblown and wide eyed, Hoseok just smiled.

"Kihyun told me he'd be going out tonight..."

"I need help."

"You're not the first, not the last."

"C'mon, hyung, you know better than me what Kihyun would like."

"I do know he has an expensive taste."

"I'm willing to work overtime."

Hoseok saw determination with its sharp edge behind the haze of first time date panic in the boy's eyes, and decided he just might give him a chance.

"Then this one's on me, kiddo."

It was more of an unspoken pact, signed the day Hoseok went to the back of the shop and reappeared with a magnificent bouquet deep purple flowers streaked with black, set off with a creamy ribbon, which he handed to a gaping Changkyun with the same charming smile he gave all his customers.

Make Kihyun happy.

Hoseok realizes he's draining the already none-too-generous flute too fast, and that the cold is seeping away too fast. He can't afford to go back inside. Not now. Not yet.

A gust of Siberian wind blows and he sucks some in, nostrils stinging and eyes watering slightly. But his lungs are nowhere near the four liters they're meant to intake at maximum capacity before they start to crumple in on themselves. His ribs ache, muscles spasming as he smothers a fit of racking coughs, swallowing down the itch and urge with practice that's been perfected over a span of some years.

Years in which the flowers changed, blooming more exquisite, more beautiful. And then there were so many that Hoseok allowed himself to restock the shop with them. Even when the old couple passed on the ownership to him, they didn't ask many questions about how he was managing it all. They seemed to believe what he said about making flowers thrive.

"Will you do us the honors, hyung?"

Kihyun was still training to be a teacher by the time Hoseok was officially the manager of now his flower shop. On one of the rare gap days Kihyun had between studying and working, he met up with Hoseok at the cafe they'd been going to ever since their first year of university. From stressing out over assignments to talking of buying an apartment, the place had always been home. Summer rain poured down the window panes as they sipped their hot drinks, and Hoseok can still taste the milky latte he had as fresh as the champagne he's drinking when Kihyun showed him the engagement ring on his finger.

"..Why am I not surprised?"

Kihyun had laughed, a rare, bashful smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know. It's just...I don't know if either of us are ready."

But Hoseok knew then, and knows now, that Kihyun was, if anything. prepared. Kihyun is a man who knows what he wants and knows how to get it. He knows his limits and strengths. He's a practical man, one used to the solidness and accuracy of mathematical formulas given life by physics, rather than the enigmatic tangles of the emotion called love. And Hoseok knew he'd get over that confusion too, because that's what Kihyun is good at doing: removing obstacles from the path of destination.

And judging from where Hoseok's standing today, Kihyun has been successful, like he always is.

The flute sweats in his hand, his palm uncomfortably clammy. The champagne has long lost its fizz as he downs the last drops of it, abruptly erupting in goosebumps. The cold is there but now it feels all wrong as odd parts of his body freeze while others sweat, his skin a patchwork of blotches. His heart is thudding unsteadily as the brunt of memories wash him over, vision distorting with each beat. He pulls in short, shallow breaths but no precaution in the world can stop the stabbing pain from blooming in his abdomen.

"It has to be you, hyung...after all this time Kihyun always loves your flowers. I want it to be the best day ever for him."

Hoseok exhales heavily, enduring the ache in his ribs with patience perfected over years.

It's already the best day for him, flowers or not. Because he has you.

Empty flute in hand, he finally turns and stumbles towards the doors. It takes a few tries for his stiff, aching fingers to clutch at the delicate handle and wrench them open, nose stinging again as warmth settles over him. He unsteadily makes his way down the winding staircase, sounds of laughter and talking growing louder as he descends.

How many dreams and fantasies has he tied up into bouquets and given away?

Hoseok reaches the marble floor just as a waiter passes by; in perfect choreography he places his empty flute on the tray perched on his hand and walks on without a second glance, navigating his way through the cliques of guests and dancers. His eyes raise above their heads, darting around as if looking for someone.

How many of those wishes are here, up against the walls, decorating the banisters and arranged in countless vases and tables, all on shameless display?

He sucks in a breath, the warm air agonizing inside his already tormented alveoli. He feels like a fucking tropical forest in there, squeamishly hot and wet and suffocating.

His eyes finally light on the couple who stand arm in arm amidst the guests, eyes bright and sparkling as they happily chat away with another one of their friends, Minhyuk. They lean into each other impulsively; yet as rings glint on their fingers, it's as if they're taking full advantage of the new titles they now hold for the same love.

Changkyun catches his eyes first and eagerly waves, pointing to him and talking to Kihyun at the same time, no doubt telling him there he finally is.

Does anyone even know what his flower shop has become as they mindlessly place in orders?

"Hoseok! Where were you?" Kihyun exclaims when he's within earshot, his eyes shining with drops and lenses wide in an expression Hoseok knows so well it's almost odd in this setting. The same look he gave him studying for finals is the same look he gives him right now, as a married man of three hours.

Hoseok half smiles.

"Bathroom. Think I'm coming down with something."

Kihyun raises an eyebrow, gently breaking away from Changkyun, who starts chatting away with Minhyuk again, deeming Hoseok socially present.

"For two hours? Are you okay?"

Kihyun's his best friend. Hoseok sighs, then immediately smothers a cough.

"I may have had a couple drinks too, y'know?" he manages to smirk at him, watching as he physically relaxes, eyes a little less critical.

"This is supposed to be a happy day, Seok. Not just ours, but..." Kihyun's voice trails off, reaching to place a hand on Hoseok's bicep.

"I mean, ours, you know what I mean? I ...I really can't tell you how much it means to me for you to be here...and have done all you have..." Kihyun purses his lips, and Hoseok's genuinely surprised for a second.

"Hey, hey, Ki, what're you getting at?" he asks, half laughing albeit confused. They've stepped off and away from Changkyun, who continues to mingle cheerfully.

"No, I..." Kihyun chuckles, too, a tad awkward as he tries grasp for reason between the mix of emotions flooding through him. Hoseok waits, like he always does when Kihyun's bogged down like this. Even now, he looks stunning, dark hair swept in a curve over his head, his black suit setting off his creamy skin perfectly and bringing out his dewy, bright eyes. They now meet his again as he finds words.

"I mean, Seok...it's just that you're my...my best friend...we've known each other so long it's crazy...it's...it's just...kinda...surreal...to be standing here at this point, me married, you my best man...and we literally grew up killing slugs on the pavement... it's just--" he breaks off, suddenly blinking unevenly.

"Oh, oh dear, is my conservative brother possibly feeling, oh, I don't know, emotional?" Hoseok bursts out laughing, thumping Kihyun on the back as he furiously dabs at his eyes.

"No! You idiot, shut the fuck up, I--"

"Hey," Hoseok chuckles fondly, "it's okay, Ki."

As he gently tugs his best friend into a hug, the latter allows himself to sniffle a bit into his shoulder. Hoseok soothingly rubs his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

"We've come a long way, I know," he murmurs before thumping him again. "C'mon, Ki, you've got lenses in! Man up on your wedding day, mate," he teases as Kihyun chuckles weakly against him. "I never thought you'd be the type to go all soft like this."

"I'm not all soft, Seokie, I'll be fine in just a minute..."

"Stubborn as ever, are we?" Hoseok shakes his head. "C'mon, why haven't you run off to your precious honeymoon yet? That'll dry up those tears in no time," he adds with a smirk, earning a slap to his arm.

"You bastard," Kihyun says fondly, dabbing at the corners of his eyes one last time. "When are you gonna settle down then, huh? The next wedding I attend better be yours."

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

"Oh, Ki, are we having this conversation again? Besides, you've been married three hours, bro, I wouldn't get so high on my horse about being 'settled down'," Hoseok grins and is jabbed again.

"Aw, c'mon, Seok, you had it going so good with Hyungwon," Kihyun smirks, but he just shakes his head, smiling softly.

"Hyungwon, and all these other...flings...I've had..." he stares off into space as he searches for words, "they don't feel like the real thing, Ki. I've always felt as if I'm trying to distract myself from something bigger...something more true."

"Distract?" Kihyun's eyebrows have shot up as he latches onto the word. "Are you quite possibly in love already, Hoseok? Some unattainable crush?"

Hoseok meets his eyes, picoseconds stretching like taffy into eons, a lifetime of thoughts flashing through his mind, some of them blooming and withering on his tongue in a matter of those picoseconds.

"I couldn't say," he murmurs quietly, the raucous noise surrounding him comparatively peaceful to the white static in his head. "It's more like it doesn't feel right. I want to...I want to feel that click....like you and Kyunnie," he says out loud for the first time, watching Kihyun. Watches his eyes widen and then go bashfully dreamy.

"Click," he hums, as if testing the word out on his tongue, smiling slightly as he does so. "Guess you could say that. But it doesn't do much justice to what it feels like. And...I understand if that's how you feel, Hoseok. If you're waiting for that..then I'd say it'll be worth it."

It definitely has been.

"Someone's whipped," he raises an eyebrow, grinning as Kihyun's cheeks color, eyes crinkling. "Now please run off to that honeymoon already, Ki, because I really don't feel well enough to hang around any longer and I'm definitely not leaving before sending my best friend off."

"You know what, fuck the system, you're right," Kihyun agrees. "Just for you, though," he adds unnecessarily, and Hoseok smacks him.

"Don't pile your horny fantasies on me, mate. Get out and get 'em, tiger!"

"I already have him," Kihyun says none too quietly as he sashays back towards Changkyun. A second later he comes dashing back, throwing himself on Hoseok in a hug.

"Bye," he says meekly, causing him to snort before crushing him back,

"God, Kihyun, I feel like I'm sending you off to preschool," he laughs. "Didn't know you'd be so afraid of of all the nasty things you two are clearly--"

"Gah! Enough, I don't love you anymore," Kihyun rips away, his eyes crescents. "The one time I'm actually soft, Hoseok, I swear--"

He's cut off with a yelp as Hoseok scoops him up and carries him back to Changkyun, ignoring all the eyes that turn on them.

"Your husband is very eager to get on with the honeymoon," he smirks as Changkyun blinks. He sets down Kihyun. "You can carry him bridal style later, though. No hard feelings."

"Oh my God, Hoseok! On my--fucking--wedding!" Kihyun shrieks, whacking him with a fist. Hoseok shrugs.

"Isn't that what you invited me for?"

"The car's ready, let's get you two going!" Jooheon bursts in out of nowhere, the equivalent of Hoseok as Changkyun's best friend. Like the bachelors they are, all the friends gather to herd the newlyweds out of the hall and all the way to the car, Kihyun ranting about his picture perfect wedding being hijacked and Changkyun shrieking along happily by contrast. The movements charge Hoseok's lungs more than they can afford, but he manages to hold down the coughs that itch his throat with each breath he heaves.

It's only as the car is revving up, headlights bright in the dim night when the roof pulls back and Changkyun waves from his seat.

"Get married, suckers!" he yells, standing long enough to violently throw the bouquet he's holding. Minhyuk shrieks, darting forwards.

All at once, the car moves off, Kihyun and Changkyun waving. Around Hoseok everyone else is laughing and shrieking, the bouquet seemingly moving in slow motion. Hoseok watches his dreams and fantasies streak across the sky, arcing and tumbling gracefully towards the outstretched arms.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it does when everyone misses and the flowers hit the ground.

They are his, after all. He can't be anyone's catch either.

Does anyone realize what else flowers can serve for whenever they enter his shop?

Hoseok has a jagged edge, an edge that yearns to have another half that will fit with him perfectly. And if the one half he had has clicked with someone else so contently, who is he to rip them apart?

After all, all he's wanted is for Kihyun to be happy.

He's willing to let his own jagged side be chafed blunt. It isn't meant to fit in with Kihyun's anyway, not after all that he's witnessed. If he's meant to be they way he is now, he'll take it.

After all, Kihyun's always loved his flowers, delivered at the hand of Changkyun.

That's what keeps Hoseok at bay, after all these years. He now sits in the semi darkness of his flower shop, long returned from the wedding and idly gazing at the silhouettes of the flowers that surround him, perched on shelves, stands and vases.

Kihyun loves them.

He smiles ruefully, ignorant of the tears cascading down his face. It's normal flowers that need love to grow. His flowers /are/ love. A suffocating, insurmountable love that overwhelms him to the point that he doesn't know what to do with it until they come spurting out as flowers, like carbon compressed into diamond.

His flowers grow on pain.

Hoseok breathes in shakily, tears dripping faster, and does nothing to stop the racking coughs that eat at his lungs from the inside, familiar wet clumps inching up his throat. He doubles over, choking on his love.

The flowers don't want to stop, blooming black and purple and red. That's never bothered Hoseok. He's ready to die at their hand anytime. That's who Hoseok is, really. He's someone who settles for anything.

A flower shop, this illness, a tormented heart...

...Kihyun being happy.

The only thing he's changed, though, is this flower shop to a shrine.

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The inheritance pt 2

Avenger cast au

Warning: cursing, hint of smut, death.

Word count: 1886

Summary: Tom Holland is informed he's inherited a fortune from his grandfather he never met. He and many members of his family go to the family estate and learn that they will compete to win the estate. For @uglypastels movie challange. The quote will be in the next chapter. Sorry.

"So we call the cops, right?" Elizabeth said pacing.

"Good luck. The signal is always terrible and the storm has made it impossible," Zoe told them crossing her arms.

"We drive into town and tell them," Chris suggested.

"The bridge was about to overflow on the way over," Benedict said. "Didn't you notice? Its probably flooded by now."

Tom hadn't noticed. The thought that he might have to spend all weekend with a dead body never once crossed his mind. For a second he thought about Jacob actually being right about his family. Who would have guessed?

"So we are stuck? What are we going to do with him?" Anthony asked.

"I'll wake up my father," Laura said leaving the room. Tom hadn't moved from his spot and realized he still held his glass and sat it down. He looked around the room in shock.

Everyone began pulling out various devices and indeed there was no signal. The storm raged outside. Christopher and Sebastian carried the body into the dinning room and closed the door.

The body was cold to the touch and pale but appeared to be unmarked. No one said anything. The room was thick with apprehension.

"Did he have a heart attack?" Jacob asked almost hopefully.

Bendict removed Jeremy's hat and his head tilted to the side where a dark blue strip shone around his throat. A gasp filled the room.

"He was- He was killed!" Anthony said. He stood from his chair and began pacing. "We are trapped with a fucking corpse."

"Probably all weekend, unfortunately," Don interrupted Anthony's pacing. The group stared at him.

"What the hell do you mean?" Chris asked sharply. Christopher put a hand on his shoulder.

"I would like to know as well," Mark said.

"The road floods in a spot in high rain. If it stops now the road might be open tomorrow. If it keeps raining, who knows? You can stay in a guest room. There are plenty" Robert said shrugging.

"What are we going to do with him?" Chris H said. He peered at the body. "He can't stay there all weekend."

"I would advice against moving him," Don said. The group looked at him. "Messing with a crime scene and all."

"Well we can't leave him there. In the fucking floor of the dining room," Christopher said loudly. "Take pictures or whatever. But I'm moving him to the cellar. It'll probably freeze tonight or get close so he won't... you know."

Don shakingly grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures before Christopher and Sebastian carried him out of the room and down to the cellar in the kitchen. Laura looked away when they walked by. Elizabeth stared at the body. When the two men returned to the room, Sebastian noticeably paler, Don began talking again.

"I hate to bring this up now, but the will must be delivered this weekend. The reason being, is that it is on an automated system that will automatically close for 10 years if not found this weekend. So as a group, you must decide to either wait 10 years, or go forth with it tonight," Don said to the astounded group.

"Who's going to say yes?" Robert said bitterly.

"Who's going to say no?" Benedict responded.

"We'll write it down, anonymously. And I'll tally it up and we'll decide," Don said. He pulled out a piece of paper and ripped it up for all of the people who might receive the inheritance. They each were handed a paper and Tom stared at his.

Did he want to go ahead with this 'game' after someone died? Could he really pass up an inheritance? Jacob sat near him warily. He certainly wasn't going to decide. Finally Tom wrote his answer down and gave it to Zoe who was counting them silently.

"I need a drink," Robert said as he turned in his paper. He poured himself a scotch.

"Of course you need a drink. You always need a drink," Benedict muttered.

"Strong words coming from a man who drank at least of bottle of Bordeaux," Robert quipped. "You always did take after mother."

"And how is that? Let's talk about mother. She's only been dead for 15 years. Not that you stuck around after you got out of school in the first place," Benedict said slamming his wine glass down. The room watched the 2 quietly.

"I'm sorry but we all didn't get shipped off to a fancy English boarding school for gifted kids. I was here when not in military school. I needed to leave for my health. Something no one else cared about," Robert said taking a drink.

"You could have come back when she got sick. When mother was dying. Take care of your mother," Benedict retorted.

"I wouldn't talk to highly of taking care of your parents. Neither of you were there for your father. You know, the man who died to bring us all here tonight," Sebastian interjected.

"Okay, guys let's get along," Zoe said. "I've tallied up the numbers and the majority have voted to continue with the hunt. So I guess that's what we'll do..."

"God help us all," Elizabeth said taking a drink.

"So the paperwork is very clear that the first clue will be given at 8 am tomorrow. So enjoy your evening and I will meet you in the morning. This evening has been... difficult to say the least. I will try to call out early in the morning. We can't do anything now," Don said before leaving the room.

Tom looked around, unsure of his next move. Jacob looked at him. His eyes showed deep confusion. Tom pinched his eyebrow and breathed deeply. His throat felt tight from the stress of it all.

"Let's get some sleep, man," Tom told Jacob. The pair left for their room.

"What. The. Fuck?" Jacob asked Tom as he shut the door. "There was a dead body. A literal dead human in the fucking vegetable bin now."

"I don't know. I have no fucking clue. I've literally never seen Dad like this. I thought he was going to fight Benedict. So do you have any signal?" Tom asked laying on his bed.

For the next 30 minutes they tried to get some form of communication but found nothing. Finally Tom laid face down on the bed. It was getting late. And the stress of seeing a dead relative he never knew was... a lot to say the least.

The room to the right, and next to Jacob's bed, began to make noise. A rhythmic noise. Jacob scrunched his nose up at the thought.

"Who is fucking right now?" Tom asked covering his head with a pillow.

A feminine moan filled the air. The two men looked at each other. They knew who it was. The moans turned to gasps and yells of "oh god" with the distinct sound of a headboard slapping the wall. The sound of a male grunting was added to the noise.

"Jesus, how can someone be having sex after seeing a dead body," Tom groaned. "Who does that?"

"Murderers," Jacob said wiggling his eyebrows. "Sex maniacs? Horny ghosts? Your cousin Sebastian and his wife?"

"Please shoot me."

"I wouldn't say that too loud around here. Plus, they aren't banging against your wall anyways," Jacob reminded Tom.

The sounds hit a crescendo and then died away. Jacob lightly clapped as Tom rolled his eyes. With the noise stopped they laid down and tried to sleep.

Tom drifted off fitfully. His hands were clenched around the blanket and he slept in his shoes. Jacob snored softly.

Tom opened his eyes to find himself back in the dinning room. "What the hell," he gasped. He was alone. The electrical lights were replaced with actual candles on every surface. Tom heard the ticking of a clock in the corner. The red walls garish in the flickering light.

He walked out to the hallway and down a set of stairs into music room. A soft piano played in the corner. Tom felt himself freeze as it played by itself. He rationalized it by thinking it was an electronic one like they have at hotels.

A soft voice sang a song he didn't recognize through an arched doorway. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" Tom followed the voice. As he got closer he realized it was nursery rhymes being sung.

The archway led to a tightly spiralled staircase down surrounded by plants. Tom must have walked into a greenhouse. He looked around the lush greenhouse lit by streaming moonlight before looking down the stairs. He knew the voice was down there but he was nervous to follow.

Steeling his courage, Tom followed the woman's voice down the dark staircase. The tight iron stairs wound down into a rather plain hallway made of stucco or cement. More candles poorly lit the hall. It was a stark contrast to the ornate upstairs that had beautifully painted, wallpapered, and embossed walls. The air felt humid and cool down there.

The hallway was narrow and it reminded him of world war 2 bunkers he had seen. The woman's voice sounded close as she sang about little ducks. The path sharply turned to the left and it opened into a wine cellar with rows of bottles stacked tall. There were multiple rooms attached with more wine and spirits. His father and Benedict couldn't hurt this stock no matter how hard they tried.

"Hello? Where are you?" Tom asked certain he heard her voice now. Bottles at the far end of the room fell to the floor. "Are you okay?" Tom asked walking towards it.

Bottles in the far back began crashing to the floor. Tom could see there was no one with him. The bottles slowly started crashing in line towards Tom. Tom gasped and ran to the stairs as his heart beat out if his chest. He leaped up multiple stairs at a time as the thunderous sound of the bottles followed him.

When suddenly he was awakened by the sounds of screaming. Tom sat up in bed. He held his racing chest. It was a nightmare. That's all it was. He was laying in a bed in his grandfather's estate. He relaxed visibly.

Another scream pierced the air and Tom jumped to his feet. Jacob sat up suddenly. They looked at one another as a third scream, this time more of a mangled cry came.

"What was that," Jacob asked.

"I haven't a clue," Tom said searching for a weapon. He found an old umbrella in the closet and he opened the bedroom door to the hallway. Jacob scrambled to his feet to follow.

An attractive blonde woman pressed her face against a tall thin man man with curly hair and glasses. On the ground lay the woman Tom's grandfather had labeled the one who got away. Tom froze in fear. His arm still raised with the umbrella.

"Woah," Jacob said.

"Is- is she dead?" Tom asked tensely. He finally lowered the umbrella.

"I'll check," the unknown man said. The woman moved off of him and wrapped her arms tightly around her chest with wide eyes. He bent down and touched The woman's neck.

"What is going on?" A groggy Sebastian asked opening their room door. The man on the ground almost jumped from his skin.

"Good Lord," the man exclaimed. "She...err. . She's dead."

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stressedoutpixie · 5 years

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You’re vacationing in a city you’ve never been in before, when you suddenly find yourself in a place you’ve seen hundreds of times in your dreams. The person you always see in those dreams is there too, and they slowly turn and ask “is it really you?”

Venice, Italy is wild. It is waterway meeting waterway, sidewalk meeting alleyway, boats and people crowding both respectively. There are endless streets and canals that you can get lost in, people of all nationalities to bump into, and gelato around every corner. It is beautiful. It is big.

Harper learned both of those things the hard way.

Travelling by herself for the first time, Harper decided to take a trip to Italy to increase visit all the places she had read and dreamed about, quite literally. For the last three years she had dreamed countless nights about some place in Italy. She knew it was a popular tourist attraction, but besides that, she had no information of where it was. There was also a person… in those dreams. Harper never learned her name, but she did know that they had been on innumerable walks around wherever Harper kept dreaming about and they knew each other intimately. If something was bothering Harper, she would tell this mystery dream person and she would give Harper valuable information that helped her solve her problems. Something in her, curiosity, hopefulness, or maybe something else, led her to want to find the spot she kept dreaming about. Trouble was, she wasn’t sure if she had already missed in in one of the other Italian cities she had power-walked through. What if the spot was actually in Florence? The surroundings felt a lot more like her dream than it did here. Groaning, Harper trudged across another bridge and into another crowded street. Then is started raining. Even better.

As the people surrounding her scattered for cover while mumbling to their traveling companions in their respective languages, Harper kept walking. A little rain never hurt anyone, right? Plus, it was starting to get dark which meant that she would have to postpone her search until the next day, but she was supposed to catch a train to Rome around eleven the next morning, which would throw her entire time table off. She wiped a stray raindrop off the tip of her nose. She would keep searching.

She dragged her feet for another three minutes before the sky opened up and completely drenched her. Her wet hair was in her eyes, the tops of her socks were positively soaked, and her t-shirt clung to her thin frame like the fur of a cat who ended up falling in a full bathtub. Giving a final glance to the sky and seeing it completely shrouded in grey, Harper ducked under an awning and decided to call it quits. It just wouldn’t be Venice. It couldn’t be Venice.

After about five minutes of looking at her soggy shoelaces, Harper looked at her surroundings through the hair that was stuck to her face. Something about this place seemed oddly… familiar. Squinting, she peered down the alleyway on her right… There. The striped awning. She remembered it because of the hideous shades of brown and red it was. She had seen that awning in her dream. Slowly at first, then faster, she began walking, then jogging, toward the awning. Once she had made it through the buildings, she was left standing in a square, the square, she had seen in her dreams so many times. The rain kept pouring but she didn’t care. She found it!

Then a weight settled in her stomach. What if the woman wasn’t here? It seemed silly now, of course she wouldn’t be here, Harper had only dreamed about her. That didn’t mean she existed! In fact, she probably didn’t! Harper’s face fell. How could she have been this… naive?

She was standing in the middle of the square letting rain travel in rivulets down her spine. Just as she was about to turn around and walk back to where she was staying, she saw a flash of cherry red hair peeking out from under an umbrella, not unlike the hair the woman had in her dreams. Harper paused, and as she did, the woman turned slowly around and caught Harper’s gaze.

“Is… Is it really you?” she half yelled from across the square.

“It… Yes. Yes!” Harper shouted back, a laugh starting to escape her throat. “It is!”

The woman dropped her umbrella beside her and started trotting toward Harper. Harper hesitantly began walking to her, suddenly unsure of herself. When they met, Harper nervously stuck out a hand for the woman to shake, but the woman ignored it completely and swept Harper into a hug instead. Freezing for just a moment, Harper then returned the hug, her arms wrapping around the woman’s waist.

“It is you,” the woman murmured into Harper’s sodden t-shirt, her voice carrying the hint of an Italian accent.

Harper chuckled. “Yeah, it is.”

They held each other for just a moment longer, then the woman let go and gripped Harper’s elbows. “I thought I wasn’t going to get to see you… Something in me told me to be here today but when the rain started I thought I had missed you or… I don’t know. But you’re here. You’re really here.”

“And you…” Harper began. “I wasn’t even sure you were real! Then suddenly I was on a plane and in a foreign country where I don’t know the language and I felt so stupid,” Harper laughed. “Travelling over an ocean to meet someone whose name I don’t even know.”

The woman smiled fondly. “Then maybe we should change that.”

“Harper.”

The woman let her hands slide down Harper’s forearms to be holding both of Harper’s hands. “Marilyn, most people call me Mara. Though this definitely doesn’t feel the first time we’ve met,” Mara added as Harper gently squeezed Mara’s hands.

“Agreed.”

Mara’s expression softened. “Now,” she started, giving a nod up toward the sky. “Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.”

(prompt from writing.prompt.s, found on pinterest)

#writing prompt #creative writing #well. this one's not great either but y'know it's fine #venice #dialogue

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abbysimagines · 6 years

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1000 times - sweet pea

request: Ooh I love sweet pea too! Could I possibly get an imagine where you’re Jugheads bff and go and stay with him in the trailer due to family issues or something, you become good friends with Toni and sweets takes a liking to you (not that he’d admit aka lots of teasing from Toni and fangs)because you can hold your own and stick up for juggy thank you!! Xx

word count: 2.5k

warnings: slight sexual assault (butt grabbed by dude who didn’t ask)

note: this is kinda sad but its okay. I also tweaked the request a bit

The frigid rain pelted your exposed skin, causing shivers to run all throughout your barely covered body as you stood at the door of your best friends trailer. Your lips had turned blue not only due to your lack of warm clothing, but due to how long you had been walking through the freezing rain. The bottom of your feet had been cut up since you didn’t slip on a pair of shoes or socks before making your escape. Your hand shook as you brought it up to rap your knuckles against the beat up trailer door. Each hit sent a wave of pain through your body, but you didn’t care about the physical pain you were in. The emotional pain you were currently feeling was enough.

Not even two minutes later, a disheveled looking Jughead pulled the door open. He was rubbing his eyes when he first opened the door, but his tired eyes were suddenly alert once they landed on your nearly hypothermic body. “Y/N oh my god,” He exclaimed, grabbing your sickly looking body and pulling you into his home. “We need to get you warm immediately. Come on.”

“It happened again, Juggie. This time there’s no going back,” You managed to whisper through your chattering teeth as he led you to the small bathroom, your feet leaving a mix of bloody and wet footprints.

His shoulders visibly tensed at your words and you knew that he was trying to hold himself back from going and taking care of your problem himself right now. Jughead was extremely protective over you and when he found out what was happening to you, you had to call Archie and make him go stop Jughead from eliminating the problem. “We can take care of that later. Right now, I need you take off all of your clothes and get in the bathtub while I go make a phone call and grab the first aid kit. Keep your feet out of the water,” He gently spoke while maneuvering your trembling body to sit on the edge of the bathtub and turning the bath water on. He made sure the water was warm enough, but wouldn’t burn your skin too much.

He left the bathroom with fury written all over his features, shutting the door quietly as he didn’t want to startle you. You began to strip out of your heavy garments, wincing whenever you put your weight on your feet to take off your shorts and underwear. You carefully slid into the halfway filled tub without submerging your feet and waited for Jughead’s return. You searched for a container of soap and squirted some in the tub to make enough bubbles to conceal the parts of your body that you weren’t comfortable with anyone seeing.

“Sorry. The call lasted longer than I thought,” He mumbled an apology as he walked back into the bathroom with the first aid kit, leaving the door open enough that you could see his dad standing in the hallway. FP was avoiding looking anywhere near the bathtub as it was inappropriate and didn’t want to make you uneasy.

“‘S okay, Juggie. I’m sorry for intruding so late in the night, Mr. Jones,” You got out, screwing your eyes shut as Jughead cleaned your feet with the alcohol pads.

“It’s no problem at all, Y/N. You are always welcome here. At any time of day,” He apprised with a sorrowful tone in his voice. FP heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle approaching and said, “I’m gonna go let Toni in so you can clean her up, Jug.”

“Thanks dad.”

Toni had rode to her new friend’s house as fast as she could once she was informed on the situation. She ran up to the door as quick as she could and went to knock, but didn’t get that far since the door was opened before she got the chance. Jughead’s dad was standing there with a look she had only seen a few times before and she knew the situation was serious. “They’re in the bathroom,” He told her as she entered the Jones household.

Her eyes widened once she reached the bathroom and took in your appearance. Your lips had lost their normal pink color and were now a light blue and your cheeks were even redder than usual. Your body was still trembling despite the warmth from the water. Jughead noticed Toni’s presence when you looked in her direction and gave her a weak smile. He finished up bandaging your feet and looked at you. “Toni’s gonna stay here with you while I go take care of something,” He said.

You knew what he had to care of, but you didn’t have the strength to try and stop him. You watched as his spot was taken by the beautiful girl with pink hair who had no idea who you were. Well, she knew who you were and you knew who she was, but you two had never met before. “Hi,” You murmured, avoiding looking into her eyes.

The sound of numerous bike engines filled the trailer, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about them that much. “Hi. I’m gonna wash your hair, okay? There’s mud in it.” Her voice was gentle and cautious as if she was afraid she was going to say the wrong thing.

“Yeah,” You meekly laughed, “I slipped on the way over here. I’m actually surprised I only slipped once since I was walking for over an hour.” You leaned forward so she could pour the cup of water on your hair.

“Why didn’t you call him,” She questioned as she filled the cup once again.

“I left my phone there. I left everything I own there.” Your voice broke at the end and tears welled in your eyes. You hadn’t cried at all. You were trying to keep yourself composed and put together, but all that came tumbling down in a matter of seconds. Toni noticed the sadness in your voice and her heart broke for you. She may not know you, but that didn’t mean it made seeing you like this any easier. No one deserved to go through what you went through. “It’s okay. We’ll get everything for you because you are not going back there. I know he shouldn’t have, but Jughead told me what happened. I won’t let you go back there ever again. As long as I’m around, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

Despite just meeting you, Toni felt a sense of protectiveness over you and she was now keen on making sure you were always safe. She was going to make sure that wherever you were and whoever you were with, that you were safe. She is not going to let anything bad happen to you.

The bath water had turned cold and Jughead, along with FP, had yet to return. Toni helped you dress yourself in some of Jughead’s clothes and she helped you into the living room so you could sit on the couch. You were still cold, so she made you a cup of coffee and wrapped you in whatever blanket she could find. As she waited with you, she got to know you better and you got to know you better. She was in the middle of telling you about her Serpent initiation whenever the rumble of bike’s were heard once again, along with a quieter truck engine.

“They’re back,” Toni said more to herself than to you.

The door swung open not too soon after the engines were cut off and at least ten guys, all wearing their signature leather jackets, came barrelling into the trailer with boxes in their hands. “Just put em anywhere boys,” FP ordered and they did as they were told, placing the boxes or bags they had in their hands in various spots around the room.

“Fangs and Sweet Pea are staying back if you need anything else. We gotta get back to the Wyrm and handle some other business,” An old man with long hair said to FP.

He nodded his head at the old man before saying, “Alright. Thank you guys for your help.”

The other unfamiliar people gave their leader a small nod and left the trailer. Jughead had sat next to you, but you didn’t notice as you stared at the tallest person in the room. He was talking to his friend and FP, so he didn’t notice your incessant staring and neither did Jughead. However, Toni noticed and she let a smile grow on her face. Jughead hadn’t said a word the entire time he had been here, which no one took notice to since he was quiet.

“I’m going to need a bigger trailer,” FP joked as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

The boy suddenly turned to look at you and you quickly moved your gaze, but it was no use. You had been caught and your finally-back-to-normal-color cheeks tinged red. Sweet Pea only meant to look at you for a second, but he found himself not able to look away. You were quite literally one of the most attractive people he had ever laid eyes on.

“I can take the floor, Y/N can take the bed, and you can stay on the couch,” Jughead finally spoke.

“No. I can take the floor,” You instantly protested. Fp and Jughead opened their mouths to speak, but stopped once you gave them a cold glare. “I did not come here to take over your trailer. I came because I trust you two with my life and I just needed a place to go for comfort. I can find another place to stay if you give me time, but I will not make either of you sleep on the floor in your own home.”

Both of the Jones’ knew that you weren’t going to back down, so FP suggested something that would work in everyone’s favor. “I can stay with an old friend until we come up with a better living situation.”

“She can stay with me,” Toni suddenly spoke up, making everyone look at her. “I have a spare room and my mom wouldn’t mind. And before you say anything, you won’t be intruding. You’ll actually make it better since my mom’s never home and it gets kind of lonely.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course,” She excitedly said with huge grin on her face at the thought that she would no longer be lonely in her own home.

“Well, now that that’s settled, everyone better get comfortable because none of you are leaving until the rain calms down. I won’t have any of you killed because I let you ride home in this rain,” FP commanded before walking off, not giving anyone the chance to object. However, he returned a few minutes later with an air mattress, more blankets, and more pillows.

“Oh my god! It’s like a serpent plus me sleepover!”

You had finally gotten enrolled into Southside High two weeks after your move and you would be lying if you weren’t a little scared. You had walked in alone since Toni had to get to school early for some project. No one paid much attention to you and you were thankful for that as you were not a huge fan of attention. You had already been given your schedule and you were walking to your first class when you were approached by an odd looking boy.

“You’re new,” He obviously stated with a smug smile.

“Really? Hadn’t noticed.”

“Sarcasm. I like it,” He laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You shrugged him off and started walking faster. He was making you immensely uncomfortable. “Come on, sweetheart! Don’t walk away.”

Sweet Pea was watching the interaction with careful eyes, waiting for the boy to make a move so he could intervene. He finally moved from leaning on the lockers whenever the rejected Ghoulie grabbed your butt. He was most definitely not going to let him get away with that. What you did utterly shocked the serpent boy, but also made him even more attracted to you, which he didn’t know was possible. He watched as you turned and grabbed the sleaze by his collar and slammed him on the nearest wall, catching the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Don’t you ever touch me again! I swear to god if you even breathe in my general direction, I will ruin you,” You snapped, letting all the anger you had inside you come rushing to the surface. The boy had fear evident in his eyes as he avoided the fire in yours.

“Y/N,” Sweet Pea calmy spoke as he placed his large hand on your bicep and gave the boy a look that would not only kill him if it could, but would obliterate him. “Let him go, princess.”

You chose to ignore the fact that he called you princess, but that didn’t stop the stampede that seemed to run through your stomach. “Do I make myself clear?” The boy quickly nodded and you let him go so he could run off in fear and embarrassment. You could still feel everyone in the hallway staring at you, so you turned around and glared at all of them. “I’m sorry for making a scene.”

Sweet Pea laughed at your apology and shook his head. “Don’t be. That was amazing,” He admitted, reluctantly removing his hand from your arm. He let his eyes linger on your angelic features before looking down the hall. “You should get to class. We have two minutes. What do you have?”

You uncrumpled the schedule you had squeezed in your fit of rage and looked down at the paper. “English.”

“Same. Let’s walk together.”

You two relapsed into a comfortable silence as you walked together. Your hand occasionally brushed against his and your cheeks grew redder each time it happened. He walked in class before you did to shield you from his classmates, which didn’t work of course. They could still see you behind the giant boy, but they just ignored your presence. You were going to sit next to Sweet Pea, but you decided against it since you noticed all the girls glaring at you for even walking in behind him. Instead, you sat in the empty seat two rows behind him to avoid any confrontation with the girls in the room.

Sweet Pea would be lying if he said that it didn’t hurt when you didn’t sit with him. He turned to look at you, only to find you already looking at him. He had a questioning look on his face. “Don’t want the girls around here to get the wrong idea,” You revealed, trying not to let your voice waver. You looked away after you spoke, choosing to doodle on your notebook instead.

He turned back around and furrowed his brows in confusion. Who cares if the girls here got the wrong idea? It wasn’t like they mattered to him, anyways. Then the thought suddenly dawned on him. It wasn’t that you didn’t people to get the wrong idea, you just didn’t want to be seen with him. You didn’t want to be seen with him because the feelings he had were not mutual. And in that moment, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart 1000 times.

hmm part two yes or no?? also, keep requesting pls!!! PS. if you'd like a part 2, please send in some ideas because i have no clue what to do.

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