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perfectlyimperfectwriting · 4 years

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Only Fools Rush In by Ryan

Two weeks before it all started, I was having a conversation with a friend about relationships: I had been single my entire life, my bed was empty more often than not, by far. I said to them, I’m not ready for anything serious, I’m not in the right place to be with someone. This was all true. I was (and still am) and riot. Chaos ruled my mind and I couldn’t even think about inflicting myself upon another person. Who would want that? Who could want me?

The week my dad turned 50, I was off work to celebrate with him and my family. When I returned, I was told about a new start to the team who had been there the week I was not. I was told by Rosina that I would liker her, that she was my kind of girl. You see, Rosie, my best friend, was always looking out for potential matches for me because I was hopeless at it. I was never on the look out for anything like that even though it was all I had ever really wanted. Two days later, she walked in. Fuck, I thought. I am in trouble here, I told Rosie.

She was all of 5″3, with pink hair and a pair of leather trousers. She was magnificent. I was hers before she said a word and then when she did speak, I was lost forever. Everything I had ever known was meaningless. I was instantly charmed and when she spoke to Rosie about her life, I listened and felt what she said. I felt her in my fucking soul. I wanted to save her, as though I could. I wanted to simply hold her and tell her everything would be alright, that things would get better. She had been wronged, stepped on and pushed aside by too many people and far too recently for my liking. When I heard what happened, I was livid, absolutely furious that someone lacked the sense to treat this marvelous woman better. All I did was listen. Rosina tried her best to play match maker that day but I was having one of my bad days and was almost finished with my shift. I stole glances at the back of her head when she turned away to speak and it was as though the pink in her hair was magic because it was all I thought about that night.

The next day rolled around and I was still thinking about this woman with the pink hair. She was on my mind all day and Rosie knew I was feeling a bit more than I was letting on and, bless her, she tried again to play Cupid but I was too shy and she was too perfect to waste her time on the likes of me. That night, I found her online but wasn’t quite sure what I was doing. Like the teenage girl I am, I quizzed my best friend and she told me that she thought it went both ways, that she had been talking to her about me. This made me smile. This made me both relax and panic at the same time. Rosie arranged for me to take over her training responsibilities and joked about those leather trousers I loved so much on her and I spent the night before giddy and shaking with nerves. I was petrified that I had already blown it with the silence and this stuck with me. I smoked myself into oblivion, hoping to rid myself of this worry but it didn’t work. I just passed out on my couch.

Saturday. Today was the the day. I felt good, nervous, like I was about to go on a first date, which is insane since I had said all of two words to her by this point.

It was funny to think that my plans for that weekend had been to sit with Graham and go through to motions of putting our bets on the football and watching them lose. The big game was the day after, on the Sunday and we we both buzzing with excitement but in response to the pandemic, all football was cancelled. This paved the way for the greatest day I could have imagined.

She blew round the corner like a tornado tearing through a trailer park, leaving everyone in her wake. She had already decimated me and now I was drawn in to the swirling carnage, only to out find that I was flying. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew, I was hearing my heartbeat in my ears, could feel my entire body pulsating furiously. She could have been reading from the phone book and I would have been captivated. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to make sure that her beautiful smile felt safe enough to reveal itself to me.

I pushed my knee in to hers and she pushed back and we glanced sideways at each other and smiled. Oh fuck, I whispered as we stood to go for a smoke. I asked myself, am I really about to jump of this fucking cliff? Yes. Yes I was. I would Thelma & Louise my life away for her.

We wrapped up our day working with her finishing early and we walked slowly to the train station - we were going separate ways but couldn’t part from each other’s company. I offered her my jacket in the rain and she refused - I didn’t mind getting soaked if it meant she didn’t have to. We stood for a while, talking, laughing, flirting. She felt like home to me. In my head, I saw us together and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to pull her close to me and find out if she was everything I thought she could be to me.

I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t even hug her goodbye when we eventually had to get back to our respective realities but I felt better. I felt good. I was at peace for the first time that I could truly remember. I had a stern word with myself on the train home (the 4th one since my finishing time) about how I should have taken a risk, took a leap of faith but I was paralyzed by my insecurities.

To my absolute delight, we were talking again before I got home. She found me this time and did something about it. We spent the entire evening talking, going back and forth and it was perfect, it was insane how much we shared, how much we immediately understood each other, like we were speaking a language only we knew.

Talking to her was like finding an oasis in the middle of the desert. I drank from her and I was saved.

She made me laugh so much, my face hurt. Everything else was pushed in to the background as I lapped up every word she said, every message she sent. I was an addict who could never get high enough and she was my new favourite drug.

#lovestory #happyplace #my writing

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carolightpenvenys · 7 years

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"I'm not jealous" (Pure fluff)

A/N: for @fuckyeahdwightcaroline's prompt!! A modern AU (what else would it be tbh) Caroline sighed blissfully as she sunk into the soft mattress of her king-sized bed. It was a Friday night, Dwight was home (for once) and they were planning to spend the evening together and alone. And Caroline couldn't think of anything better. She heard the shower switch off and assumed Dwight would be with her in a few minutes. She hung her silk robe on the old fashioned hat stand in the corner of the room, leaving her in just her silk slip dress. She turned around and smirked as she caught her own husband looking her up and down as she reached for the top of the coat rack. He climbed into bed and she practically jumped in beside him, looping her arms around his waist as they sat up, turning the TV on. “If you make me watch Clueless one more time, I may commit murder.” Dwight carelessly flicked the channels as he kissed the top of Caroline’s head. “How about…” She bargained, snuggling into him. “We just watch whatever's on and enjoy our night together.” Caroline didn't understand how any married couple could take their time together for granted. As Dwight was an NHS doctor, his life basically revolved around the hospital and he was permanently on call. At every family event or celebration throughout the year, he would be twitching in case he got the call and had to leave. Their nights normally consisted of Caroline falling asleep staying up for him and Dwight coming in as late as 5am the next morning, when his shift was meant to end at 10. A night off was rare and well appreciated by the newlyweds (a year on Wednesday) and since they never saw each other as often as they wanted to, one could consider them still in the “honeymoon phase.” Whilst Caroline was trying to concentrate on the pointless sitcom playing in front of them, she noticed that Dwight was distracted by his phone and avidly texting. She placed her head on his shoulder, leaning in. “If that's work, I'm literally going to kill you.” Dwight shook his head, laughing lightly. “It's not work, not really.” “Correction: if it's Ross, I will kill him and you.” She teased, but also slightly serious. “It's neither.” He replied, slightly teasing back. Truth be told, he liked it when Caroline got jealous. Their relationship had always been difficult and there were times where he felt ridiculously unworthy of her love. Just that little reassurance, that slight nod to the idea that she was madly in love with him was enough. He could die happy now. She had leant over and snatched the phone out of his hands whilst he had been thinking. “Who the fuck is Rosina?” She crinkled her nose in disgust. He wasn't even in a hurry to take his phone back because there was literally nothing incriminating there. On his part, anyway. “Just a patient.” Dwight replied casually. “She has leg difficulties.” “Oh I bet she does.” Caroline scoffed. “Just a patient with a huge crush on you.” She tossed him back the phone and rolled on her side, facing away from him. “Crushes, what are we, 12?” Dwight laughed but the lack of response from Caroline made him put the phone down and think about how to tackle this. He rolled over, becoming the bigger spoon but Caroline was twisting and turning out of his arms. He eventually just lay flat on his back, knowing his stubborn wife wouldn't give in that easily. If he could see her face, he'd realize that this meant more to her then he originally thought. “Is every patient in love with you?” She whispered in a moment of silence, highly anticipating the answer. “Not every patient. Not my male ones.” He smiled. “Actually…” “No time for jokes.” Caroline shook her head. “Absolutely not. If it makes you feel better, that's not my personal phone anyway. I kind of set it up as a helpline phone so if your injuries are playing up, you can pop me a text and I’ll tell you if you need to see a doctor.” “But that Rosina girl sent you loads of kisses.” Caroline spat, although inside, she thought the second phone was the cutest thing ever. “She was abusing the system.” Dwight shrugged. “I have that phone turned off all the time anyway.” He sighed. “And if your stupid husband had any sense, he would've realized how important this night is to you and also to me.” Silence ensued. God she was really making him work for it. “Caroline?” Silence. “Remember what I told you on our wedding day?” He knew she did. Her intense mind remembered every systematic detail of the day, from the brunch disaster to their eventful wedding night. “Remind me.” She answered coyly. “Sometimes I forget.” “Well you dropped some pretty insane poetry for your vows whilst I was sat there speechless, trying to recover from your grand entrance.” He smiled nostalgically to himself, remembering the most beautiful woman alive becoming legally his. “And then what?” “And then… he smirked. “The priest told me it was time for my vows. Now I've seen some scary stuff as a doctor but I had never been more terrified. I had a whole speech lined up about how you had changed me utterly and how I couldn't think of life without you,” he paused. “And some other inappropriate things. But I had completely forgotten it all and so I just told the priest, ‘I'm sorry, I've forgotten everything.’ And then I turned to you and said, ‘and now no doubt you hate me.’ Surely you remember the next bit.” There was a shuffle and Dwight smiled knowingly. “And now, no doubt, I hate you.” They now lay side by side, staring at the blank ceiling. “That was Neruda by the way.” “What was Neruda?” “The poetry I ‘dropped’ at our wedding. Sonnet XVII.” She chuckled. “Even though it's in translation, he breaks the boundaries of the English language in a way that that no one else would have the balls to try.” “I thought it was lovely.” Dwight chipped in. “It shows you thought hard about your vows.” “But don't get me wrong.” Caroline smiled devilishly. “I haven't forgiven you for Rosina.” “It's not that bad!” Dwight protested. “‘hey dwight!’” She giggled in a mocking voice. “It's Doctor Enys to you.” She rolled her eyes. “‘Just a quick update… My leg is soooo sore, maybe I walked too quick or maybe it's… other things. Kiss kiss, Rosina!’” “It was not that bad!” Dwight laughed hard. “I swear.” “My eyes don't lie.” Caroline reassured him. “Well,” Dwight turned towards Caroline who was still staring at the ceiling, refusing eye contact. “If she looked properly.” He placed a kiss to her jawline. “She would see…” he continued to pepper her neck with kisses. “That I wear a wedding ring everyday.” “And what does that mean?” Caroline continued to play along. She loved having all the power, despite the fact she was a CEO herself. “That I belong to one person and one person only. You. I love you so much.” Caroline traced her wedding and engagement ring on her left hand before rolling over to face Dwight. “You're a smooth talker Doctor Enys.” She smiled lightly and Dwight realized she'd been playing him up, trying to make him grovel for her own entertainment. “You tease!” He pointed at her, his index finger grazing her chest. “You wound me up!” She giggled in reply and he grabbed her round the waist, pulling her closer until they lay facing each other, foreheads touching. “What have you got to say for yourself?” He asked with mock seriousness. “Hmmmm… I need a less attractive husband.” “As if you'd settle for anything less.” Dwight rolled his eyes. She was the pickiest person he knew, an absolute disaster when choosing wedding dresses. “True.” Caroline smiled, leaning in to peck him on the lips before speaking. “You know Uncle Ray had better intentions for me… and I probably would've gone with it.” She smirked. Oh, so she was playing the reverse game now, trying to make him jealous? It was definitely working. He took a step back, climbing off the bed , folding his arms. “Go on then.” He made mock shooing movements. “Pack your bags, get out.” He tried not to break out laughing, but smirked a little. “Dwight.” Caroline gave him a glance which inferred she was laughing at him, not with him, “This is my house.” “I mean technically.” At this point, Dwight knew he was never going to win this argument. “But what's mine is yours, right?” “Not if you want me to leave?” Caroline burst out laughing. “Poor Dwight. For a doctor you are incredibly dense.” “That's why I have you though.” He slid back into his side of the bed, feeling the familiar shape of his body imprinted on the mattress. “To keep me in check.” Caroline smiled sweetly. Some were intimindated by intelligence but she found that stupid as her and Dwight worked perfectly together- she had everything he did not and vice versa. “Always.” She sighed, burying herself in him, kissing him on the cheek tenderly. “But if I ever see another text from that bitch Rosina… you will be out of here. I can't share.” He was ok with that.

#fanfic #poldark #Dwight x Caroline #Caroline penvenen #Dwight enys #carolight penvenys

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