#seeing her get younger and younger made me sad. I love weathered aunt may who still goes out and has fun

[seenoweevil]

I just have a lot of thoughts about aunt may from into the spiderverse

#they brought my girl back.. y’know? #I missed her #really did project my nana onto aunt may at a young age #and my oldest aunt who is a grandmother #seeing her get younger and younger made me sad. I love weathered aunt may who still goes out and has fun #she has a life #I just think characters like that are so important and we don’t get any #so it makes me sad when the few we have get taken away #suffice to say.. she is everything I want to be when I grow up #spiderman #spiderverse #aunt may #Peter parker #spiderman: into the spiderverse #miles morales

[waltrp]

NO, DON’T PUSH US AWAY, HIRO. WE’RE HERE FOR YOU

BIDDI BOPPI BOOP A SPECIAL MESSAGE ADMIN ZULEMA: jill my queen, i know how long you’ve wanted to take up this angel and i’m so happy to finally bestow her to you. your sample for haven was amazing. You know this character inside and out. the love and passion you have translated perfectly into your para and i’m so excited to see what you do with her !! also nag me to finish the cast so i can see cute big hero 6 interactions on the dash lmfao. Please refer to THIS PAGE for your next tasks. We can’t wait to roleplay with you. Welcome to our Ohana xx.

It’s a pleasure to meet you…

Jill, 30, eastern, she/her

My favorite color is purple

My favorite super hero is Kate Bishop/Hawkeye

I’ve seen Parks & Rec so many times I can “watch” the show with my eyes closed

No triggers

Are you positive you can be active?

yes indeed

How did you stumble upon Walt?

we go way back

Did you read the rules?

yup!

Are you sure?

Scuttle

Character you want?

Haven Lemos

Please describe the character for us

When Haven was born, her parents said they could have sworn they gave birth to the sun, so bright and cheerful their little one was. Growing up wasn’t easy for Haven—her family immigrated from Cuba to the United States when she was small. Haven doesn’t remember a life in Cuba, but she knows that everything her parents have done was to secure a better life for their children, and because of that Haven has always admired them.

Haven’s formative years were spent in Miami, Florida, which meant that even though she was away from Cuba, she was able to grow up immersed in her culture even outside of her own home. The older she grew, the more responsibilities fell to Haven, but she took every one of them in stride. With parents that were constantly working to make ends meet, Haven spent much of her free time taking care of her siblings. She may have grown up faster than most kids her age, but Haven never let that get to her. Her optimism and sunny disposition were constant. Haven worked as hard as her parents in every thing she did. She wanted to make them proud and wouldn’t take their sacrifices for granted. One day, Haven hoped to take care of them the way they took care of her.

As a child, most of her peers found her to be strange. Haven has always been quirky and unique, and to top it off she was smart and her favorite subject was science. Most of the other kids couldn’t quite relate—their favorite subject was recess, long after recess stopped being a thing. Haven became one of the top students in science for their school district, and graduated with AP courses in biology, physics, and chemistry (her favorite). To Haven, the logical next stop was the prestigious San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. She wanted to attend the school so desperately, but knew that with her family’s financial situation, it was only a dream. But with a push from her chemistry teacher, Haven’s dreams came true: admission and a full scholarship.

At SFIT, Haven truly came into her own. She was surrounded by students similar to herself, and lucky enough to spend every day learning more about the thing she absolutely loved. Chemistry came naturally to the girl, and it wasn’t long before she was conducting her own experiments, hoping to push the subject to new heights, beyond anything the world already knew. The only thing that made the experience better than she could ever imagine was the group of friends she almost suddenly found herself a part of. She couldn’t imagine how she had managed a life without the four of them. She even had a nickname among the group: Honey Lemon. (You’d have to ask Freddy why.)

It didn’t take long for the crush to develop. Tadashi Hamada was her friend and her equal. How could she not fall in love? The friendship blossomed into a full-on mutual flirtation after the two were paired up for a class project. She loved everyone in their group, but Tadashi easily moved from best friend to boyfriend. Not wanting to disrupt the group dynamic, the duo decided it would be best to keep their relationship quiet for now. The transition started slowly, with stolen kisses when no one else was looking, and much more free time dedicated to simply spending time together. They would lie awake for hours in each other’s dorm rooms, talking about science, their lives, and their futures.

Haven and Tadashi never got the chance to make the possibility of a future between the two of them official. Their junior year, Tadashi helped his brother Hiro enter the SFIT school science fair. Haven had heard so much about Hiro, and the whole group was there to support Tadashi’s younger brother. The kid was only 13, but he may have been the smarted thirteen-year-old Haven had ever known. Even at his young age, Hiro would be a perfect fit at SFIT. When a mysterious fire broke loose at the fair, everything changed. Students, faculty, and visitors all evacuated, and not moments after the last person was out of the building, the whole place exploded. When the smoke cleared in the early hours of the morning, one thing was clear:

Tadashi never made it out of the building.

Haven had never imagined heartbreak to feel this way. A piece of her heart was missing, and Haven was sure it would never feel whole again. How do you move on from such a loss? Whatever Haven felt at the loss of Tadashi, she put on a brave face when around her friends. Haven wasn’t going to stop being the ray of sunlight and optimism she’d always been, for all of them, for herself, and especially for Hiro. The young boy had now lost both his parents and his older brother, and with all the love she had for Tadashi, she was going to look after Hiro as much as she could.

With SFIT destroyed, the students were relocated to Elias. The new location helped Haven move on. She graduated from Walt University with top honors and started working toward building the future she’d talked so often about with Tadashi. Now she’s attending graduate school, working part time in a lab, and working as a teaching assistant in the Walt chemistry department. Tadashi is on her mind constantly. But Haven is looking forward to better days.  

Second character choice

n/a

It’s time to see that sample para.

Peach cream smudged cheeks. A thin, careful stroke of liner. Mascara. Waterproof. Uncertainty behind saddened eyes. Hair twisted up into a high bun. The best way to keep it out of her experiments. He’d casually remarked that one day. Still she let wispy bangs hang loose. A generous swipe of neutral toned lipstick. Lips pressed together to distribute the color, and Haven sighed.

Heartbreak wasn’t supposed to happen this way. The love of your life wasn’t supposed to die at twenty-one.

Haven stared at her reflection, and the person staring back at her seemed like a muted version of herself. A neutral face, hair up, black dress, black tights, black everything. Haven fidgeted with the peter pan collar at her neck, the white a stark contrast to everything else. It seemed both so wrong and right at the very same time. She’d never been one to conform, and for that moment she knew that even in his death, Tadashi would be proud. Glasses were carefully replaced to their spot at the bridge of her nose. She’d chosen the translucent pair for this occasion.

A faint drizzle had started as she stepped out from the dorms, and she wondered idly how long the students would be able to stay. There wasn’t exactly a school anymore, but that was a worry for Future Haven. The weather wasn’t a surprise, especially for northern California this time of year, but still it felt appropriate. As if they sky, too, knew of the tragedy they mourned today. Meteorology was a science, after all, and whether they knew it or not, the science community had suffered a great loss.

By the time they reached the cemetery, rain poured from the sky. A fitting welcome, Haven thought, quickly stepping beneath Wyatt’s unfurled umbrella. Hers was a bright pink, a perfect spot of brightness in normal dreary weather, but today that didn’t seem right. Eventually Haven knew she’d put on her bright sunny disposition as often as she could, but right now was a time to let themselves mourn.

The service wasn’t terribly long, expected due to the rain. The plot was near his parents’, and every so often, Haven would look over to glimpse at Hiro. She couldn’t imagine how he was handling things right now. When all was said and done, the group began to disperse, planning to gather afterwards at Aunt Cass’s where friends and family could drink tea and share memories. Their little friend group, now minus a member, lingered, and she’s pretty sure it was Leiko who shoved the umbrella in her hand before they, too, left for the Lucky Cat.

So this was it. Haven Lemos, alone, and Tadashi Hamada’s grave. The plot of grass where he’d lay forever. It wasn’t far from where his parents lay, the three of them at least together again in their final resting place. Haven’s eyes lingered on the headstone, and the hyphen within which Tadashi’s entire life lay. All of his accomplishments, his light, his laughter, his love, her love for him, his brain, his smile, reduced to a punctuation mark, followed by a date past which the two of them would never truly be a couple.

Moments passed until finally Haven knew it was time. Gently she placed her hand atop the marble headstone, caressing it as if she would his face. The ‘I love you’ was implicit; she needn’t speak those three little words aloud. Gathering herself, Haven tightened her grip on the umbrella before heading in the direction of the Lucky Cat Café to meet up with the others at Aunt Cass’s.

This wasn’t the last time she’d see this place.

Anything else, love?

sad breakfast club

#waaccept #disney rp #bio rp #rp #rpg #roleplay #animation rp #city rp #school rp #accepted

[crispyimagines17]

“GOSSIP GIRL: Summertime Madness“ (Chapter 2).

Summary: Gossip Girl, your one and only social media source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s Elite. Things begin to stagger at the Upper East Side with the return of Alana Howarth and the unexpected arrival of Timothée Chalamet, a European handsome boy and rising ruler who has come for Alana; ignoring that NYC already has an heir and prince in its realm, Tom Holland. Secrets, romance, drama and lots of champagne are our daily bread. You know you love me, XOXO.

Originally based on: R’s & CrispyImagines writers’ idea.

Written by:  @crispyimagines17

CAST:

Tom Holland

Timothée Chalamet

Noah Centineo as Noah Humphrey

Kiernan Shipka as Kiernan Archibald

Disclaimer:  This fiction is set on our days (2019). Gossip Girl is now all over social media, Twitter and Instagram being the best sites to find hot tea. Also, for those who may ask what happens with Serena, Blair, Chuck, Dan, Nate and the original cast, they’re now grownups who set the reign and have left it for new generations.

Author’s Note: Just enjoy it while it lasts, guys. Thank you to all those supportive souls who sent their good vibes via ask or DM <3 especially to Napofthesoul, your words really meant a lot, sweetie. 

Previous Chapters: 1: “New York, New York”

Masterpost

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Morning, Upper East Siders. Time to wake up from bad dreams and face a new day. Though, if you’re a queen just arriving at your realm after time abroad and with two royals fighting for you, looks like things could get uglier in the morning.

Her eyelids hesitated to open at the touch of sunrays coming from a window. Her body was paying off yesterday’s red wine glasses. But she didn’t regret it after thinking about the dramatic performance at the terrace. If anything could’ve calmed her late nerves to see the two men in the same city, and much worse in the same place, that was wine.

“Oh shit”

Alana exhaled loudly as she sat up on the bed at a slow pace for not worsen her nausea. Her hand stretched out to reach her phone. The clock read 10 a.m. It was a miracle her mother hadn’t sent Mishka, her maid and Dorota’s nephew, to her bedroom yet.

But as if thinking of her called her up, Mrs. Howarth and Mishka opened the door seconds later.  

“Oh Alana, I almost forgot you were here.”

“Thank you for that, mother.” She rolled her eyes.

Margot eyed from head to toe at her messy daughter for a second before taking her attention back to her smartphone.  

“Dress up. We’re running late for the Holland’s annual golf match”

“Mother. I am not going.”

In a single move, Alana stood up from bed to face her mother with a frown. But the cold woman cut her off.

“You are. End of discussion.”

“I agreed to attend your last night’s party. But this is much more”

Her vibrant blue eyes stared straight into her daughter’s as she kept her phone inside her purse.

“You wanted to be back, don’t you? And your grandma’s Charity Foundation would not rise again if you refuse to attend events and show your deep interest on getting more investors.” Margot made a brief pause, but nothing came out of Alana’s mouth. She smirked at her silence. “I’ll be on the limo. Hurry up”

The Howarth girl did as told unwillingly, not before unlocking her phonescreen; one lost call and 4 messages from Timothée. Nothing from Tom. Alana pursed her lips. Maybe her long-time friend understood the message and made peace.

Or at least that’s what she hoped.

* * * * * * 

The sun shined bright and clear. A perfect Saturday morning for those lucky souls with no strings and ready to live. Veuve Clicquot Garden looked just as she remembered. It felt so Upper East Side. It smelt like money.

As soon as a waiter approached her, she asked him for a glass of wine. It might be 11:00 a.m., but Breakfast at Tiffany’s with orange juice wasn’t a possibility.

“Oh Alana, my dear.”

“Mrs. O’Brien!”

An elegant grandmother with certainly more class than the British Queen herself stared at her and pulled her into an embrace. The woman who, as her godmother Blair Waldorf, had thought her everything she needed to know about life and this sick elite society.

“My darling, you look wonderful!”

“And you look younger, if I may say so.” Alana exclaimed with a joyful smile over her face.

“Oh, enough” She giggled. “So, what have you been up to, Lana?”

“Europe, recently. But I’m back now. What about you?”

“South Sudan. There’s a terrible situation happening for children there.” The old woman briefly fixed her eyes in the ground with a sad expression. “But of course, the Holland’s believe things can get managed with Golf Match so, shall we?”

Both approached the lunch table to pick some fruit and Alana stayed in silence for a couple seconds until Lilian O’Brien spoke again.

“Christ, I used to enjoy these events very much.”

“Now you don’t?”, Alana frowned as she followed her inside the white tent.

“I still do, dear. What changed was that I don’t only care for my social status anymore, I care about others too.”

Alana seemed to be deeply digesting her words as she nodded. But her analysis was interrupted by a curly mass of hair stepping into the garden followed by the Bass family; Chuck and Blair.

“May you excuse me?”

“Go, Lana. Go”, the old woman nodded gently in a soft attempt to encourage the young girl.

“Was truly a pleasure, Mrs. O’Brien”

Until that very instance, Alana hadn’t paid attention to the music playing in the background because her ears were used to Frank Sinatra’s voice. But when Timothée’s eyes met hers, Etta James’ voice invaded her and suddenly, the scene looked taken from a romantic comedy film.

‘This gotta be a fucking joke’, Alana whispered to herself.

Meanwhile, the European man wearing the latest Berluti’s white design walked towards her. Perhaps aware of the song’s effect, because his steps seemed to be perfectly synchronized with the tune.

“Morning, sunshine.” Timothée said with the same charming smile that made her knees weak.

As soon as he stood before her, Alana thought they’d be dancing or passionately kissing as in an Audrey Hepburn’s films. But they didn’t. A helicopter landing sound interrupted the magic moment, bringing both souls back to reality. Etta James’ voice had faded giving way to Nina Simone’s strong classy style.  

‘Am I in Broadway?’

The It-girl frowned sarcastically at the coincidence. The helicopter’s door opened, and Dominic Holland greeted with one hand before helping his wife to step on ground.  

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hollands.”

Claps showered the iconic family. Tom was the last to step down. And for Alana’s surprise, his eyes fixed on hers for a millisecond until he turned his head at the crowd welcoming him. Although she tried not to, a part inside her kind of broke when he looked away this time.

But Timothée noticed it; she had blinked twice and finished the glass of wine in one gulp right after Tom joined his family for the magazine picture.

And Chalamet only scowled at his adversary with pursed lips as he posed for the cameras. 

* * * * *

The golf match had begun with the Holland boys playing the first holes. Tom won every single one of them. He was good at this; polo and golf were his favorite sports.

Alana and Timothée were sitting along the Bass. At first, they sat there because of Blair, but then she learned that Timothée had followed her because of Chuck. Although Chuck Bass wasn’t anything else than just her godmother’s husband, it shocked her the fact that Timothée had never told her he was related to him.

And she wondered why he’d hide it.

“Well, it’s Chuck’s turn to smack golf’s yard”

Blair Waldorf said with that elegant smile of hers as Bass moved the chair to let his wife stood up. She picked her purse and looked at her goddaughter.

“Your godfather Nate is coming, dear. Tell him to wait for us.”

“Sure, Aunt Blair.” Alana nodded forcing a smile.

Alone in the table, the two millionaire youngsters shared a brief moment of awkward silence filled only by the crowd sound and murmurs of polite laughs in near tables.

Timothée doubted on say something but his heart couldn’t bear her strange behavior, making him sip his drink and swallow hard.

“Are you okay, Alana?”, he inquired in a more worried tone than he’d liked.

The Howarth girl frowned nonchalantly as she brought a vegetarian pressed Italian little sandwich into her mouth and chewed on it carefree before answering.

“I am. Perfectly. Just wondering when were you going to tell me you’re a Chalamet-Bass?” She asked still in a nonchalant mode as if talking about the weather, without facing him. “He’s the real reason you’re here, isn’t it?”

He turned his torso and laid his arm over his chair’s back to completely look at her.

“He’s not, they invited me. And I knew you’d be here.”

His voice was softer this time. Alana kept sitting straight as she glanced the garden, whatever but his eyes.

“When you messaged me last night asking to see me and talk, I never expected you’d go for my godmother’s help.”

“Even she can tell why I am in New York.”

“Bass Industries is a good reason.”

Timothée leaned just a few inches closer to her.

“I didn’t mention him because we said ‘the past is in the past’”

Alana shut her eyes in contained frustration for a second before turning her head to meet his eyes.

“But he’s not past. He’s present!”

“So is Tom Holland.” He said in the same calmed velvety tone as before.

Her whole face went pale with the mere mention of his name and her lips parted yet speechless.

“He told me everything at yesterday’s party”, Timothée continued.

Neither of them uttered a word for a few seconds. The sound of applauses and shouts of celebration for the winner echoed from behind.

Alana’s weak expression was replaced by a serious one. She looked away and grabbed her purse.

“Then we’re even.”

“It’s not that”, Chalamet began to elaborate but she cut him off right after standing up from her seat.

“You know? I really wanted this thing between us worked out”

And she walked away of the white tent in that elegant way of hers, praying that he wouldn’t follow her.

But he did, meeting her just halfway to the lavatories. Again, they were face to face. His eyes were almost watery, and the desperation now reflected over his persona.

“What you wanted me to do if not come here? Can you imagine how I felt? You left 2 days after graduation!”

Her eyes almost went watery too at the sound of his broken voice seeking for answers. Though, she swallowed the lump in her throat and crossed her arms over her chest with pursed lips.

“And so, what?”

“Never really got a chance to talk things out”

“We’ve got nothing to say, Timothée.” She responded forcing a smile with pain in her tone as a tear fell down her cheek. “You were always out in parties to ‘find producers’ for your director’s debut in film business”

“When you learned about my crazy past and reputation, I told you I was about to leave it for my Art… And for you”

“And you did?”

“I tried.” Timothée looked away, smoothing his hair back with one hand in an attempt to hold tears inside before locking eyes with Alana again. “But…”

Though, as soon as she heard the same word that had begun past fights between them, Alana exhaled loudly and showed a tired expression.

“Sure, Chalamet. Now please, stop. Let’s be friends and that’s it. Carpe Diem.”

“Don’t come me with the Carpe Diem thing. I’m here because…”

“Timothée, please. We tried a couple of times, and all went to trash. Just…”

But she added no more. Instead, her body turned to follow her heels somewhere far from there.

Timothée sighed as he let her go this time, not being aware that a pair of brown eyes were glued on him with rage injected on them.

****

Tom had won against Chuck Bass. Everyone cheered and congratulated his victory, even some old men in their 60s patted his shoulder after uttering “great match” with a satisfied smile.

In his way to join his family at the white tent, he recognized Alana’s figure walking in the middle of the garden and then being stopped by a man in white suit. Tom had to narrow his eyes to confirm the identity of who his mind already knew; Timothée Chalamet.

He tightened his jaw when he saw Alana leaving the scene with a shadow of pain on her very feature and got to restrain his desire to hit that black wavy head.  

****

Spotted at Veuve Clicquot Garden: Tom Holland lifting a golf club to hit not a ball but a curly head. Current Match Play; Timothée 1 - Tom 0

****

Alana touched-up her eyeliner with a powder shadow and used the corner of the makeup sponge to remove any evidence of the smeared eyeliner made by her late watery eyes. She stared at herself in the mirror as she took a deep encouraging breath. She hated the fact she got to ran into the toilettes and hide there from Timothée. ‘What a child I am’.

The Howarth girl took one last glance at the mirror before opening the door back to the garden.

She hadn’t walked three steps when her chest crashed against someone’s back.

“Sorry, am…”, Alana began to apology.

The young man turned around to face her and a genuine smile crossed his face when he recognized her.

“Lana?”

“Harry?”, she smiled too.

Harry Holland, one of the Tom’s brother twins she used to babysit in the building when their parents were away.

They immediately pulled each other into an embrace.

“God! Good to see you”

“Me too. Look how handsome you look”, she eyed him from head to toe.

“And you, pretty as always”, Harry imitated her.

“Where’s Sam?”, Alana’s eyes looked for the other twin behind Harry’s back.

“Probably eating every dessert available”, he giggled. “Come join us”

****

The table Harry leaded her to was filled with the Holland family and her parents, the Howarth.

Just seconds before Alana took a seat, Chuck and Blair appeared. And while he was excusing for leaving early, Blair approached to Alana close enough for her to hear her warning;

“Drama’s not over, A. Just don’t explode here, darling. For your own sake.”

The elegant couple left. Alana showed a polite smile and nodded, not sure what her godmother referred with ‘drama’. Though, she found out a second later when Margot Howarth, her mother, placed her hand on top of Alana’s over the table.

“Alana, here you’re. We were just talking about you”

Indeed, everyone’s eyes were glued on her with big smiles drawn across their faces. Even the twins and little Patrick were happy.

“Europe must’ve been exciting”, Elizabeth Holland, Tom’s mother, said interlacing her fingers over the table as she genuinely smiled.

“It was great, of course.” Alana answered as she grabbed the glass of wine the waiter offered her.

“We’re glad you’re back, dear.” Elizabeth looked at her husband, Dominic, who nodded graciously.

Mrs. Holland was truly happy for her return because she couldn’t stop smiling. She had always appreciated her.

Margot sighed, imitating everyone’s smiles but with a hint of pride in it because was her daughter the main subject, just as she always loved her to be.

“Can you believe? Harry and Sam’s Cotillion is this Friday as your cousin Cass’”, she said raising her eyebrows as if surprised.

Tom arrived, being welcomed with more cheering from his brothers. He took a seat as far from Alana as possible, which was just two seats difference; Patrick and Sam were in between.

“Remember when Alana and Tom went together to Cotillion?”, Elizabeth added with a nostalgic sigh.

“Time flies isn’t it?”, Margot did the same.

“I know… Just think about it. In a blink of an eye, our sons will be getting married”, Mrs. Howarth gathered her hands as in an applause while raising her eyebrows thus drawing a ‘cannot wait’ expression in her feature.

Dominic Holland, who had been chatting along Marcus Howarth about today’s golf match, joined the conversation.

“Alana would be perfect to wear the family ring”

He patted her wife’s hand joyfully. Margot, Elizabeth and Dominic glanced at them with a satisfied smile given, perhaps, by the picture created in their imagination of a perfect wedding.    

“Oh she will.” Margot stated. “They’ve been friends since childhood”

This was what Blair warned her about. Tom and Alana uncomfortably sipped two or maybe three times their drinks as if a mirror stood between them. She wished her wine was scotch, while he wished his brandy was vodka.

A heavy environment settled between Tom and Alana’s bodies right after their parents celebrated their fantasy. Even Patrick felt a little weird being‘third wheels’ in this situation.

Harry noticed it too. And the twins made everything in their hands to change the subject back into the next season’s event, suggesting a polo match.

Alana only recognized gross sounds of what was discussed next. Her eyes were blank, realizing that her return wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it’d be. The Holland’s comment made her think of her latest nightmare; her life could change so fast if she married Tom. She’d basically sign herself up for the same traditional life she ran away from; she’d become a socialite woman caught up in the system.

So, the It-girl fumbled her phone out of her Cartier purse and dialed a number she knew by heart. Her thumbs moved fast over the keyboard and clicked the ‘send’ icon.

*****

Start buying those dancing shoes, kids. Looks like we’ll be going to the chapel soon.

****

Hours later, New York City lights announced the beginning of nocturnal life affairs. The city that never sleeps. And less if you’re in the Upper East Side.

After Timothée received Alana’s text, he arranged a reservation for what he saw as a special occasion at Le Bernadin, one of the top six most exclusive restaurants in New York.

Alana arrived there on time in an elegant blue dress. He was already waiting for her at the table and helped her seat by holding back the chair like a true gentleman.

“Thought we’d go somewhere more… private”, her eyes traveled around the place.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Le Bernadin is excellent”, she slightly frowned.

“Not that. I mean, sorry for today’s”, he cleared his throat and showed her an apological smile.

“I’m sorry too. I was maybe a little too harsh with you about the… Chuck thing”

“But you were right about the hiding thing.” He started in such an honest tone that it sent chills down Alana’s back, freezing her on her seat. “I don’t wanna hide anything from you, Lana. That day before our graduation when we broke up and you told me I never committed to our relationship; I couldn’t sleep trying to see it from your perspective. And you were right. After our lovely summer when road tripping all around Western Europe, I pretended to forget my reputation and begin from scratch when it was clear that could never happen. Then parties came and we split for a month because you weren’t used to that part of me. Art class joined us again, you were my date for several parties more and it seemed to work out this time. I just don’t know where it went wrong…”

Timothée stopped to take a deep breath and calm himself, cause up to this moment his tone had changed revealing the true desperation behind his words.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Alana was perplexed. She never imagined herself in that situation with him; at least not outside her dreams. On the contrary, she prayed not to see him ever again, convincing herself that her decision to leave Europe would make things easier for both. Yet he had found his way back to her quite earlier than expected.

Now she sipped her drink to brush away the lump in her throat when the sudden memory of their fights, the nights alone, and their breakup flooded her mind.  

“You left me no choice.” She looked away and sighed as she tried to hold the tears inside. “Remember one of our first talks when I told you about how it made me sick all the socialite stuff and its hypocrisy? Well, I was so happy you weren’t so involved in that sick game… New York seemed just a far bad dream.”

The mere memory of a hopeful time made her so nostalgic, that her brain got to remind her to take a deep breath. She turned to face him.

“But when your parties began, I said ‘let’s give it a chance’, though something inside didn’t feel good. Even when that wasn’t the socialite, yet there was a similar sensation with my past. And when our Netflix and cuddle nights became YOUR party nights as soon as some old buddies of yours arrived at your flat, leaving me there ALONE… I just couldn’t handle it no more. I wasn’t ready to deal this new thing.”

Tears flooded her eyes inevitably. And she couldn’t help herself on a few tears from sliding down her cheek. Timothée’s heart ached by watching her in that state. A state he promised he’d never be the cause of, yet he was.

He approached her slowly, sitting at the chair right next to her.

“We could’ve sorted it out together”, Timothée whispered as he cupped her face in his hands and wiped away the tears running down her cheek with his thumb.

“You weren’t there. Your friends needed you.” She avoided any eye contact for her own sake.

“Nothing, listen to me, nothing is more important for me than you.”  

Their watery eyes finally met.

“I’m scared. I just don’t…”

But before she could finish her sentence, Timothée passed his hand around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her blood ran cold at first but then she succumbed to the moment.

Once they pulled away, both stared deep at each other for an instance before he showed a glint of mixed hope and shyness.

“I’m scared too. I’ve never felt this way for anybody. Didn’t even believe it was possible but seems like Hollywood doesn’t exaggerate.”

“Timothée…”

“I want to try again, please”

“There are no third chances”

“For me, Alana. Do it for me, for us. If you still have feelings for me, even the weakest one, give me a chance, and I’ll prove to you that we aren’t supposed to be apart.”

“I don’t know… How”

“Me neither but we can take a leap of faith, together.”

“A little faith, trust and pixie dust”

Alana giggled and Timothée joined her. The atmosphere between them slightly changed and both hearts felt less heavy. She bit her lip and gave him a slight nod.

“Okay”, she nodded.

“Okay?”

Relief washed over Timothée’s aura, drawing a big smile across his face. One of true happiness.

“We’ll take it slow”, Alana continued as she got contagious with the hopeful ambience between them.

“At our own pace.” Timothée added.

“And won’t let our past get in the way.”

“Promise. I’ve left all behind.”

He stated. And everything seemed as if taken away from a fairy tale the couple had written themselves, making her forget that such a thing cannot be at the Upper East Side.

****

The moment Nate Archibald’s daughter stepped into the Howarth’s penthouse as she had done countless times back in the days, Mishka knew something was going on.  

Kiernan Archibald was Alana’s best friend ever since kindergarten, and she never arrived without a reason.  

It took no time before the girls gathered at Alana’s room, and ate macarons with champagne.  

“You know? When I saw you the day you came back, I almost faint.”

Kiernan had her legs crossed in the air and her abdomen over the bed as she ate another macaron with a smirk.

“Yeah, if it weren’t for Mishka you would’ve hit your head very bad”, Alana giggled while resting her head over her pillow, also on bed.

“Thank heaven I didn’t”, Kiernan joined her giggles and incorporated herself to see her friend better. “Now, tell me about your dinner with that European king.”

“Well, you’re updated with the whole situation”, Alana exhaled loudly as the yesterday scenes came to her mind. “Tom and Timothée already met and my mother is dreaming of her daughter being a Howarth-Holland”

Her friend made an “upps” face as she sipped her champagne glass and bit a strawberry.

“The thing is we decided to give us a new chance.” Alana continued with a hopeful grin drawn across her face.

“Timothée and you?”, Kiernan raised her eyebrows.

“We said we’ll take it slow but-”

Before the Howarth girl could explain, the Archibald heiress cut her off while locking eyes into her friend’s.

“Hey, you like him. If you feel good with him and your gut’s telling you to go for it then go for it”, her hands emphasized her words by opening both as if showing her the answer to her question.

“That’s the matter, Kiki. My gut is out of service or something”

“Wait what?”

Alana took a deep breath, though she knew it was almost impossible to avoid Kiernan’s inquisitive look.

“Listen, what I feel about Timothée is very special. He’s so damn charming and smart and funny. He’s very observant and caring.”

“But?”

“But… That night at my welcoming party when I saw Tom, something inside me kind of winced. And when he spoke to me… Uggh, it sent shivers down my spine”

Kiernan was open-mouthed, processing the situation.

“Oh Lana, you’re in such a trouble.”

Seconds later, she raised her glass at Alana for an impromptu toast in honor of whatever thing came. After both finished the last champagne drop, Kiki added;

“Just give it time. The answer will come to you, A.”  

****

Have you been so busy that you’ve forgotten what time of year it is? Couture, quadrilles and cutthroat competition. That’s right. It’s time for Cotillion. 

****

Cotillion was a just as Alana remembered. If not better, but she doubted that. She got to admit, when she was Queen the rules were fancier.

Harry and Sam Holland walked towards her as soon as they saw her coming inside.

“Hey, Lana”, the twins said at the same time.

“Guys, look how handsome you’re!”, she smiled as her eyebrows raised in surprise.  

“Hugo Boss himself said that too”, Harry added and chuckled.

“So, you’re escoting my cousin Cassandra huh?”

“Yeah”, Harry blushed at the sound of her name.

“Take care of her, Harry. And yourself! The Howarths are not easy girls.”

She patted his shoulder, wishing him good luck.

“That’s a fact”, Harry nodded but went pale as soon as he realized she was a Howarth too.

Sam opened his eyes and glanced at his brother with a “bro, wtf” look. He just screwed it up.

“Well, enjoy your night guys”, Alana blinked and forced a smile before walking somewhere else.

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t help the nostalgia vibe that surrounded her; looking at the prep-school girls excited and nervous for their presentation, the boys wearing tuxedos and trying their best against the current king. Everything reminded her the Cotillion she and Tom attended to; they had been the best couple ever since the legendary Blair and Nate or even the unexpected Jenny and Nate one.

At first, she expected the nostalgia would fade away when her brain noticed this wasn’t her Cotillion. But the more she walked around the place, the more it seemed like time had never passed. Every face around her was a face she was familiar with. And she got a weird feeling that they weren’t because of Cotillion but for her; to see with their own eyeballs she was back in New York.

Kiernan was the bell that saved her from getting an anxiety attack.  

“Ugh, people always sticking their noses where don’t belong”, the Archibald heiress said as if she had read Alana’s mind.

“Did it say on Gossip Girl that I’d be here?”, Alana inquired with a tired expression.

“Uhm, nope. But it did say about Cotillion and cutthroat competition. You know she likes pun, A.”

“What about that clean slate? She should leave me alone”

“New York missed you”, Kiernan shrugged. “No sign of T.H?”

“Not yet and praying to keep that way.” Alana said in a serious and a hint of worried tone.

Both friends were about to sit when something in the crowd caught their attention. Every young soul there began muttering and pulling their phones out.

“What’s going on?”, Kiernan wondered.

The answer appeared just after her words. There were they; Tom Holland accompanied with Serena van der Woodsen and Dan Humphrey’s son, Noah Humphrey.  

Every single phone camera pointed at them.

*******

Spotted: An elite family reunion. Don’t you love Cotillion surprises?

******

Noah Humphrey immediately recognized his friends and walked towards them.

“Look who’s in town!”, he shouted opening his arms.

“Gosh, Noah!”, Alana smiled as both pulled each other into a tight embrace.  

Meanwhile, Kiernan and Tom saluted each other by their last names. “Archibald”, “Holland”. She didn’t like him after what happened with her friend, and he just imitated her attitude. Though, Alana’s best friend sacrificed herself and put her dislike apart to take him as far as possible from the Howarth girl.

“Holland, why don’t you tell me where’s Sam? He’ll be escorting my sister Nicole”, Kiernan hold him from his arm forcing him to follow her.

“Sure, he is. Noah?”, Tom locked eyes briefly with Alana and looked at his best friend.

“I’ll stay here.” Noah nodded.

When their bodies disappeared in the crowd, Noah turned back to face her.

“So… Europe, huh?”, Noah giggled. “Was quite a bomb when you left.”

“I know! Everyone keeps telling me about it”, Alana responded aiming to be sarcastic but instead sounding irritated. “Sorry. It’s just so… overwhelming”

“That’s the UEA… And that guy at the airport didn’t help you with the gossip either”

“What do you mean?”, she narrowed her eyes.

“Well, his presence made your return the big hit wondering who he is? Or what is he doing here?”, he looked at her with inquisitive eyes, almost as powerful as Kiernan’s.

“None of their business.” Alana pursed her lips.

“Seriously, Lana. Do we have to care about him?”

“Wha- No! Clean slate, remember? It’s not like the old times.”

“The good old times”, Noah chuckled by the memory of countless party nights. “So, he won’t be here long?”

“Noah, where’s this coming from?”, Alana frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

“From a caring friend.”

He said that truly, but she didn’t see it the same way.

“Oh tell that to someone who knows you less than I do, Humphrey.” She scoffed. “If this is one of Tom’s strategy then I don’t care”

No answer came out of Noah’s mouth. Alana rolled her eyes.

“I’ll go for a drink”, she stated walking away from a friend for the second time in that night.

*****

Once at the bar table with a drink in hand, Alana smoothed her hair back with one hand while letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What does a beautiful woman like you alone?”, a voice asked her seductively from her back.

“Timothée, you came”, she turned to see him standing in an elegant black suite.

“Of course, sweetie. As soon as I read your text, I rushed here.”

“Thanks, wanna join me on preparing my cousin?”

“Sure.” He followed her through an aisle. “What’s this Cotillion stuff?”

“Oh, well is like a social presentation party. It was supposed to be symbolic, but girls take it very very seriously. A battle for power.” She raised her eyebrows ironically. “Cass is not quite the Queen, but my mother forced me to be her mentor”

At the end of the aisle, a door leaded to an elegant room with teen girls in expensive dresses and makeup covering every inch of their bodies waited for the moment.

When Alana entered, every teenager gasped and made way for her to walk comfortably. She frowned at their reaction that back in the days would’ve been completely normal for her. Two seconds later, she found her cousin.

“Cass, you’re perfect!”, Alana complimented her.

Cassandra Howarth was three years younger; therefore, three years less experienced and more pretentious.

“C’mon you don’t believe it”, she got her arms over her hips and not noticed the young man standing behind Alana.

“Harry Holland is your escort, and you’re a Howarth. It’ll be enough for these people.”

Cass stared at her outfit in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“You’re right. The odds are on my favor, you’re my mentee, Blair Waldorf was your mentee… I’ll be fine”, saying this more to herself than for Alana.

A bell announced the Elite Women presentation ceremony was about to begin. The teenagers rushed to the door.

“Good luck”, Alana waved a goodbye.

Timothée and her stood near the stage as a good mentor would do.

The rest of the iconic elite group were seated near the bar, waiting for the show to end. Tom was quite edgy, like a caged tiger deciding whether to eat the iron bars and scape or stay in captivity. Kiernan sipped her mojito, and while she did, she saw through the glass how he made up his mind as he clicked once something on his phone and then kept it in his jacket pocket.

Alana saw that too, though turned her gaze at the stage and swallowed hard.

The Archibald heiress narrowed her eyes suspiciously; she didn't like his attitude one bit. But before she’d approach him, another event caught her attention.

Different ringtones echoed at the same time and every young witness grabbed their phones out to check the notification.

It was Gossip Girl.

Did anyone notice something strange when Alana returned? No paparazzi. Apparently, Europe wasn’t aware of who you are, A. But don’t worry, an anonymous soul has proper manners and sent some details about her big little adventures. Please, shall we enjoy the reading? Cause Gossip Girl goes Europe.

First things first. It was true she ran away from that indecent kiss with our King Tom… But our Queen found a new King in those tiding European lands.

Timothée Chalamet, ladies and gentlemen. If Carlo Magno had a successor, that’s definitely Timothée.

He showed her his Empire, and found love while they did. Just look at these wonderful FRANCE and CARIBBEAN magazine covers.

But then, uh oh. Is that Matty Healy and Alana on MUSIC ICON cover? 

Looks like our Queen just expanded her horizons with flying colours. Monte Carlo and Mallorca are her new capitols.

And the party won’t start ‘till New York walks in.  

“Fuck…”, Kiernan muttered under her breath as she looked for Alana’s whereabouts.

But, it took no effort to find her; cause people around her had moved aside, forming a circle with Timothée and her as the center.

Alana was puzzled. It was until Timothée handed her his phone with the Gossip Girl’s latest tweet that she understood what was going on.

For an instance, the whole world fell over her chest impeding her to breath. She stared at Timothée with eyes wide open and a shadow of confusion casted on her very feature as Gossip Girl’s last words resonated in the back of her head.

And that’s when her inner voice reawakened. She clenched her jaw, swallowed the venom she just received and holded Timothée’s hand, walking away from that circle.

Perhaps Alana Howarth returned days ago, but the Queen had just woken up. The bitch Queen was back.

Kiernan recognized that glint in her eyes when she reached her friend halfway from the door. And Noah knew it too. Even Tom knew it.

“We’re leaving, see you K”, Alana brushed past her as the valet boy opened the door for the couple.

Timothée followed her from behind, still holding her hand. He was shocked by her brusque change.

Kiernan just nodded.

And, although Cotillion representatives tried to dissipate the atmosphere, Alana left more open-mouthed witnesses than those in Valentine’s Day.

****

Outside, the show continued.

“That’s fucking it”, Alana shouted with anger cracking her voice. She fumbled her phone out her purse and dialed a number. “Geof, meet me at the front door in 2 minutes please”

“I brought my car”, Timothée interrupted.

“Forget it, go home.” She added before hung up.

The valet boy drove Timothée’s Jaguar and the couple got inside. As soon as they were there, he exhaled loudly and fixed his eyes on her.

“So…”, he started. But received no answer.

Silence reigned in the car for a couple of blocks, when a semaphore made them stop. Alana stared at him with a playful grin across her face.

“You know baby? There’s no need to take it slow. Just…”

But before she added something else, she wrapped her hands around his neck and crashed her lips against his; pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Are you sure?”, Timothée asked in a soft voice.

Both lovers wrapped their hands and stared straight into each other’s eyes.

“More than ever”, she smirked.

Timothée pulled her in for a second kiss but it was brief this time.

A satisfied smile spread across his face and Alana raised her head as only Queens know when a solemn phrase is about to be said.

“If you can't beat them… Join them”

*****

A, you left America a star. But after your exploits in Europe you’ve come back a supernova. And yet nothing explodes without a fuse. I wonder what —or who— lit yours. Perhaps we all know the handsome answer to that.  Just careful with the fire, kids. You might get burned.

You know you love me, XOXO

Gossip Girl.

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Casual Moths - Chapter two

Chapter one // 

Chapter two - sweets and sweetness 

Santo Padre doesn’t get a lot of rain but when it does, my god it pours.

Callie watches as the rain crashes down on the sidewalk outside her flower shop. The day hasn’t started this way. In fact it was a rather sunny morning. Then all of a sudden the sky turned a deep grey, like all the blue had been swallowed by a colorless blob of misery.

And then the rain came and they had to bring all the flowers in to save them from certain death.

Daisy is sitting by the little table in the corner that is there especially for her. She has a big box of crayons open in front of her and whenever she takes another crayon pencil from the box, she sticks her little tongue out in concentration. As if whatever color she’s about to pick may change her life forever. As if it’s the most important choice she’ll ever have to make. Callie wishes she gets to keep this innocence for a long time. Hopefully far longer than she herself was allowed to.

“ Oh what a weather. “ Graciela says as she puts some finishing touches to a bouquet. Graciela, Callie thinks, is some kind of fairy godmother to both her and Daisy. She’s not only helped set up the flower shop but has been working here ever since. She’s what makes this shop more than just a place that sells flowers. She helps Callie make this a home to them. A place of warmth and familiarity and comfort.

Sometimes, Callie thinks that Gracie needs her and Daisy as much as they need her. She’s in her 50s has two grown children who moved away and hardly as much as call. Her and Daisy and by extend Jess, they’re as close to a family as can be. Blood or no blood.

“ You tell me. Daisy and I wanted to go get ice cream later and go to the park for a bit but this doesn’t really scream park weather to me. “

“ Oh dear, I still have to pick up meat for the BBQ tomorrow. Butcher’s all the way across town and I gotta walk there in this weather. I’ll be soaked. “

“ Let me pick it up for you. “ Callie proposes.

“ Oh no. I can’t ask that of you “.

“ Gracie “ Callie says and pulls up her eyebrow in disbelieve “ I have a car, you don’t.  I can’t let you walk all across town in this weather when it only takes me 10 minutes by car “

Graciela hesitates for a moment. Callie knows it’s hard for her to accept help. She’s a proud independent woman and accepting help might seem like admitting defeat. But really it’s not. It’s just Callie paying back all the good deeds Graciela has ever granted her with.

“ Are you sure it’s no bother ? “

“ It’s no bother at all. I promised miss Daisy here an ice cream cone anyway. So we’ll just combine those two trips. “

At the mention of her favorite stick treat, little Daisy’s eye lift up to look at her mother with hopeful excitement clouding her face.

“ Ice cream ? “

“ Promised you we’d get some, didn’t I ? “

“ Mh “

“ And does mommy ever break her promises ? “

“ No.”

“ Go get your jacket “ Callie instructs her daughter, a smile on her face, before turning back towards Graciela. “ You okay to look after the shop alone for the moment ? “

“ Callie, no offence but the people aren’t really running down the shop today. Weather doesn’t really say BUY FLOWERS, does it ? Here let me write down the address for you. “

Callie doesn’t answer with words but with a smile that says “You’re right. You’re right.”

She helps Daisy put on her jacket and packs the little girl into the car off to get Graciela’s meat — and the ice cream. Can’t forget the ice cream.

- XXX -

The butcher shop is quite small and Callie almost misses it completely. She wonders for how many years it’s been here. It looks like it’s been a few. It’s not dirty or anything just — old.

As the girls enter the shop, the bell above the door signals their arrival. Daisy hold onto her mother’s hand softly with her little fingers. Her eyes wander around the shop trying to find anything to  occupy her interest as her mother deals with boring grown up business.

Just a few moments later and older man enters the room from the back, he’s got thick black glasses and a funny white mustache. Daisy thinks he looks kind. He reminds her of her grandpa and grandpa was always kind. When he was alive.

The little girl doesn’t fully grasp the gravity of death yet. It’s like one day they came to hang out with grandma and grandpa and then the next mom was sad and aunt Jess was sad and grandma was — well she was just quiet and tired all the time. And confused. And that’s how things are now. Though she can see her mom starting to smile more, especially at work. And aunt Jess actually laughed with her the other day. And grandma is — still quiet.

“ What can I get you ladies ? “ the man asks. Callie wonders if that man knew her father, if he knows her mother. They seem to be about the same age and her parents had grown up around here and Santo Padre really isn’t that big of a place. She doesn’t ask though. You don’t ask stuff like that. It’s weird. Inappropriate.

“ I’m here to pick up an order for Graciela Ruiz “

“ Oh yes. Just a second I have that in the freezer, I’ll go get it. “

“ Thank you “

As the man disappears through the door, Callie looks down towards her daughter who seems to be getting a little impatient as she bobs up and down on her feet a little. She really is the apple of Callie’s eye. She’s so well behaved and smart and god, she’s so terribly cute. No matter how hard a path has lead her here, whenever she looks at Daisy, she knows it’s all worth it.

The bell above the door chimes up again and as she turns to her left, Callie once again looks into a pair of deep brown eyes. Sad eyes. The saddest eyes she’s ever seen.

“ Hey pops I — Callie ? “

Angel regards her with confusion clouding his face before it makes room for a smile. It’s nice and inviting. Callie thinks he has a phenomenal smile.

“ Hey Angel. Nice to see you again. “

And it is. He’s an unexpected spark of excitement in her new life. Not one she’s ever going to allow herself to experience fully. But he’s sweet and he’s nice to look at and no one can fault her for that.

Callie feels a tug on her hand and as she lowers her eyes, she looks into a pair of identical ones. Shy ones.

“ Oh, this is Daisy. Daisy this is Angel, he’s a friend “. That’s the thing she always tried to do with Daisy, make sure she knew who the good guys were. The friends. Back when she was younger, Callie had made some rather questionable choices. Had thought the wrong crowd were her friends. Had put her trust in the wrong people. Of course Daisy is just four years old and maybe none of the values Callie tries to instill in her now will stick in the long run. But there’s no harm in trying, right ?

Angel regards the little girl with a kind look on his face before squatting down to be eye level with her.

“ Hi, Daisy. You alright ? Did the old man give you some sweets ? ‘cause I know he has a bunch of ‘em behind the counter. “

Callie can basically see her daughter melt at the words accompanied by Angel’s charming smile.

“ Sweets ? “

“ Mh-mm. What’s your favorite sweets ? “

“ Hmmm “ the little girl thinks for a moment, sassily tapping her finger against her chin “ Sour Patch Kids “

“ Sour Patch Kids, huh ? Good choice. I don’t think he’s got some of those though. But I’m pretty sure he’s got some m&ms. You like those ? “

Daisy nods her head enthusiastically.

“ Yeah? Wanna go see if we can find some ? “

At that Daisy’s eye lift up to her mother. This man is a stranger and even at 5 Daisy knows you don’t just go with strangers, especially not if they offer you candy. But mom seems to know him and if mom says it’s okay then it must be okay.

Callie nods, a smile on her face as Angel picks up her daughter and walks with her behind the counter towards a colorful glass bowl.

“ Okay let’s see. We got Starburst ? “

Daisy shakes her head.

“ Yeah me neither. More Starburst, oh there we go “ Angel eclaims and pulls a bag of m&m from the bowl.

“ They’re the crispy ones. Those are the best. People will try to tell you that the peanut ones are the best but don’t believe them ! Crispy is where it’s at. “

Angel hands Daisy the bag just as the older man returns to the room.

“ What’s going on here, what are you doing here ? “

“ Wow pops, what a warm welcome. Just come to check on you. Make sure you’re still breathing. Also, I heard little miss Daisy here has not been offered any sweets yet and we can’t have that now, can we ? “

“ Well someone around here has to work before I can charm the ladies “ Felipe scoffs but in the end he’s unable to keep the smile off his lips.

“ Yeah whatever you say old man “ Angel jokes before letting Daisy back down beside her mother.

Callie takes the meat from Felipe and pays, then turns back towards Angel.

“ It was nice to run into you again, Angel. But we gotta run, I promised this little munchkin an ice cream cone “

“ Ice cream ? Awesome “ Angel says, more aimed towards Daisy than Callie. That’s the thing about having a cute kid. As soon as people see her they’re so smitten with her, Calli hardly get any attention these days.

She is really cute though, she has to admit that.

“ Mmm. Do you wanna come with us ? What’s your favorite flavour ? Mine is Banana “

There was a fine line between making Daisy aware that someone was a friend and having her immediately invite said person on ice cream runs. That line, Callie decided, needed to be made more aware.

“ Mine’s chocolate. You know what ? I’d love that but I can’t. I gotta go meet up with my brother. But next time I see you, I’ll treat you to an ice cream. Okay ? “

“ Okay. Promise ? “

“ Yeah absolutely, promise “.

“ Bye Angel “ Callie laughs and directs her daughter towards the entrance of the shop. The bell above the door chimes again as they leave.

Just a moment later, Angel feels a slap against the back of his head.

“ Ow, hey what was that about ? “

“ Don’t “ Felipe scoffs at his oldest son.

“ Don’t what ? “

“ You know what. Leave her alone “

“ Callie ? I — pops come on. She’s a friend that’s all. “

Felipe raises his eyebrow in disbelieve.

“ She is ! Also I don’t know if you’ve seen her but she has a little girl. And a kid means there’s a daddy somewhere. I ain’t getting myself in a mess like that “.

Felipe really does want to believe his son. Wants to believe that something with Angel can be simple for once. That really it’s only a friendship blossoming. But he sees his son’s eyes and yeah he’s old but he’s not stupid. There’s a sparkle in his son’s eyes that wasn’t there before. And that makes all the difference.

- XXX -

3 days later.

Daisy is sitting by the window of the flower shop watching the raindrops race each other down the glass. It has been raining pretty much non-stop for the last 3 days and she’s getting so sick and tired of it. All she wants is to go out and play in the park or something. Something other than being stuck inside.

Callie is by the isle finishing up a bouquet. It’s a quiet day, Graciela has already gone home and Callie is about to lock up the shop any minute now.

The front door opens and a figure steps inside, hood pulled over his head.

“ Hello, Sir. Can I help you ? “

“ I don’t know, I was looking for someone to share some ice cream with. You wouldn’t happen know anyone like that would you ? “

Angel pulls the hood from his head and sets 3 cups of ice cream down on the counter.

“ Angel “ Daisy gasps from her spot by the window and hurries over towards him “ Ice cream !”

“ Should I be flattered she got excited about me first ? “ Angel asks and raises an eyebrow at Callie who has a smile playing on her lips.

“ Oh sure. Ice cream is her one true love “.

Angel takes one of the cups and hands it to Daisy “ Banana, your favorite,”  then takes the other one and holds it out towards Callie “ You didn’t tell me your favorite so I went with vanilla. Everyone likes vanilla, right ? “

“ I love vanilla, thanks Angel “

The two of them sit by the counter while Daisy goes back to her seat by the window, as they all silently enjoy the ice cream.

“ I uh — I didn’t just come to bring you guys ice cream. “ Angel speaks up after a moment. He seems shy almost. Like something big is on his mind.

“ I figured. So what else brings you here ? “

“ Well “ he starts and rubs his hand across the back of his head nervously “ you see, it would be my mom’s birthday tomorrow. And pops is still too emotionally damaged by her passing that he likes to pretend it is just a day like any other. But EZ and I we — well we go to this place on this little hill she used to take us when we were very little. She loved it there and so EZ and I decided to go by there and put some flowers down. It’s cheesy I know but — “

“ No it’s sweet ! “ Calli interrupts. And really, it is sweet. She doesn’t know what exactly happened to his mother, hell until just now she wasn’t even aware that his mom was dead. To ask about it would be inappropriate though. It seems that telling her what he’s told her so far is already weighing heavy on him. So she lets him go at his own pace. Just letting him know that if he wants to talk, he can.

“ I was wondering if you could make me a pretty flower arrangement thing. We don’t have a grave because she got cremated and the urn’s at pop’s place but well — I just want something nice for her and she always loved that place so I thought I’ll just put it down by her favorite tree and pretend like she can see. “

“ Oh of course. Of course I can. Do you — do you know what kind of flowers she liked ? Her favorite colors ? “

And just like that they fall into a conversation about his mother and the kind of person she was and Callie gets to work setting up a concept for the arrangement.

- XXX -

The sun has completely set by the time they’re completely satisfied with the concept art.

Daisy is fast asleep but Angel and Callie are nowhere near tired. It’s exciting, talking to someone new. It’s been a while since Callie got to make new friends and it feels good like this.

Soft salsa music plays from the speakers as Angel gets off the little stool Callie has pulled up to her workbench.

“ Come dance with me ? “

“ What ? “

“ Told you I was a great dancer “

“ Yeah well I am a horrible dancer “

“ I don’t believe that “

“ Oh you should. I’m an okay singer but dancing ? Nu-uh “

Angel holds out his hand to her. There’s something in his eyes that says “ I dare you “. And really Callie wants to. She wants to take his hand and she wants to dance with him and she wants to let herself fall. But can she ? Isn’t this exactly the way this entire mess started in the first place ? Her letting go. Her letting herself fall.

“ Come on, just one dance ? “

Oh to hell with it, what bad is one dance gonna do ?

Angel didn’t lie. He’s a good dancer. At least from what Callie can tell with her limited knowledge and absolutely nothing to compare it to. But he’s patient and he leads her without being pushy or overbearing. He’s gentle and kind and — warm.

They twirl around the room for a minute or two. She’s sure whatever she does it mostly consists of stepping on his feet and giggling. But he doesn’t lose patience and he doesn’t lose his smile either and it’s fun. Oh it’s so much fun.

“ Thanks for doing this. I’m sure she would’ve loved it “ Angel says. He’s so close now Callie can feel his breath on her skin again. There’s something in his eyes. They’re still sad but they’re more alive. They’re warm and inviting and they seem like — like home.

God, Callie pull yourself out of it.

“ I’m glad I can help. I’ll make it first thing in the morning. Fresh flowers and all “

Angel only nods. She can feel his face coming closer and she wants to pull away but it’s like an invisible force is holding her there. And maybe she doesn’t fully want to pull away after all. Maybe it’s just her head that tells her that this is not a good idea. You don’t let strangers kiss you. No matter how wonderful they are. No matter how much they make you laugh. No matter how sad and beautiful and warm their eyes are.

No matter — But you do. Don’t you ?

His lips are just a breath away now. They’re so close to hers. She can feel her heart beating in her chest. So fast. So deep.

His lips are touching hers now and it’s but a whisper of a touch but it’s a touch nonetheless.

And then, when it’s time for the metaphorical fireworks, a voice speaks up from beside them.

“ Mommy ? “

And the moment is gone and the magic is gone and what stays is a sense of dread. This can’t be happening. This isn’t Angel’s mess to deal with.

As she looks at her little girl, Callie is once again reminded of just why she left her old life behind in the first place.

- XXX - 

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[slommyyyy]

marvel asks!!

this is rlly long folks prepare your asses

steve: are you small or tall?

im rlly fucking short!!! bitch!!! im like five two!! hopefully i get a growth spurt soon bc bitch i dont wanna climb shit

bucky: what’s your favorite memory?

i have a bunch actually!! im gonna limit it to three bc aa theres too many,, 

SO!!! i had met viv about two months prior, and it was the summer and i was outside!! stargazing bc!! damn b its fun!! and we were texting bc ahe just woke up, and then!!!! a neighborhood cat came, and we talked abt the cat and stars and it was so nice??

anytime from when i was little at night!! stars, catching fireflies, going to the local water park, being at the beach w my mom and eating pizza, grilling hamburgers outside w my brother... mmm man i cant tell you HOW happy summer makes me?? we used to sit outside and catch fireflies and swim in an old shitty pool, and have to go inside ONLY if the amount of airplanes that flew over us was had a factor of 3, bc that number was my fav hgckygvk

fjbueod this sounds stupid bUT!! i rlly love skyping my friends?? like watching vine comps w steph and izzy, or that one time most of us all got in one MASSIVE call and micah flipped me off in front of my mom,, but anyway i had a call w my friends, and they all went out/ to sleep, and by myself, i realized?? these people make me feel so happy?? like i had been really sad for a long time and everyone just made me... good??? i watched the sun rise that morning, and i felt rlly complete man, like a new chapter of my life was starting

sam: what makes you happy?

my friends, music, and art a lot!!! also dogs in general,,

peggy: what’s your favorite era?

dude have you seen the music i listen to?? 80s/90s are my shit

thor: what’s your favorite weather?

if im outside?? warm to the point where youre sticky with sweat, but its pleasant, and dont feel like youre dying. if im inside?? summer rain!! i like the calming patter of rain and the thunder kinda just?? being there man!! watch a movie and listen to music to that jazz!!! play a ukulele or read a book!!! that weather makes me so happy

valkyrie: what’s your favorite drink?

cherry cola!! BUT!! i like the kind from those cool machines at movie theaters!! since like the canned stuff??? tastes brown w a liiiiittle bit of magenta. the bottled stuff??? more magenta but still mostly brown. the theater stuf??? hoLY SHIT!!! ITS LIKE BRIGHT PINK!!! MUTED W SOME BROWNS AND TASTES SO GOOD!!

heimdall: where do you see yourself in 5 years?

dude i cant plan the future tbh?? like maybe at college?? maybe taking time for my mental health?? idk!! also lmAO w my luck id be dead,, have you SEEN how much i get injured??? i fell off one (1) stair and broke my ankle for three weeks fsuvbeieu

korg: are you optimistic or pessimistic?

im actually realistic tbh?? i have a bad habit of looking at things from a point where its realistic to the point where its apathetic and,,, i gotta fix that man,, (also im not including my anxiety inthat bc iF I DID LMAO IDK W H A T ID BE)

peter: are you good at keeping secrets?

yeah!! unless its smth serious, then i try to get the person help from someone im POSITIVE is trustworthy, unless im positive its under control :0

ned: who is your best friend?

no!!!! no picking!!! i love all of my friends in dif ways!!! my friend cc?? my meme-y jam bud who complains abt our english teacher!! em?? fuCKIN RAD!!!! izzy?? we talk abt girls and how we love our moms!! lui?? a badass bitch!!!! kyra and jo??? my b99 buds!!! my brother was my only friend for literal years!!! id say more but this would get way too long i love all of my friends!!

michelle: do you like to go to parties?

lmaO NO IVE GOT RLLY BAD SOCIAL/GENERAL ANXIETY,, that and im never invited to any uyebve

liz: who was your high school crush?

this rlly cute girl in a few of my classes!! im too scared to talk to her thOUGH HBCEUIBS

aunt may: who or what are you most protective over?

my brother!!! holy fuck man i nearly decked some kids when i was little,,, this sounds edgy but my brother had some issues w social settings, so he was bullied, so i helped stand up for him!! we took boxing lessons for two years bitch!! got pizza on thursdays after!!.

t'challa: what is the most important thing your parents taught you?

my mom taught me to always do what i love, and i love her man,, wonderful woman,,,

shuri: are you a good driver?

bro i cant even drive and have a fear of cars

nakia: what causes are you passionate about?

a lot actually!!! rn its mostly LGBTQ+ rights, immigration, and gun control!!! i rlly enjoy arguing, but only the kind where both sides listen to each other, yknow?? bc people yelling hurts my head efvhbied

okoye: do you speak more than one language?

no,, i only speak english and have the german abilities of a two year old

m'baku: are you vegetarian?

no, sorry!! i dont eat much meat tho so i could probably go vegetarian p easily lmAO

killmonger: sunrises or sunsets?

ooo!!! i love both!! i love seeing sunrises in the morning, but i think i gotta say sunsets!! the colors are rlly pretty

peter quill: what’s your favorite song from your childhood?

my brother and i used to SCREECH hooked on a feeling its a fuckin bop

gamora: do you like to dance?

its fun but i physically??? cant?? my body doesnt know how to move so i awkwardly sway to shitty 80s music uekfbs

nebula: do you get along with your siblings?

yeah!!! my brothers one of my closest friends, and even though hes older than me,, im still shook by how old hes gotten,,,, bitches stay off the roads hes got no coordination

groot: are you quiet or talkative?

it depends on who im with!!! or how my brain is working that day!! with large groups im rlly quiet but in front of a crowd or with one to four-ish friends i know well??? ill talk your ear off,,, also sometimes my brain says!! socializing is hard so oh well

rocket: have you changed a lot since you were younger?

hdfubvyuedsvbdsiUHDBSCUI HELL YEAH!!!! dude ive developed my own opinions and gotten a lot more bitchy.... but also ive stayed the same in a few ways!! i still love art and music, and have obsessions really deeply

asgard: if you could move anywhere, where would you pick?

anywhere w my friends!!! 

brooklyn: where do you feel most at home?

outside late at night chatting w friends tbh?? it just feels right

wakanda: what is your hometown known for?

peaches!!

thank u @prcngx for tagging me!!! ily!! but you tagged a bunch of mutuals so i dont rlly have anyone to tag!!!! you monster!! ily!!

#chitchat

[poetdameron]

warm | jonerys [got] fic | jonerys week

Title: Warm Characters/Pairings: Jon/Dany, Arya, Bran, Ghost Rating: G Spoilers/Warnings: R + L = J, post-season 7 Word Count: ~3,245 Summary: Three days had passed since Bran told him his true origin, and two had gone by after he had called up his bannermen and Daenery’s armies to prepare a plan and get ready, for the Dead were marching from Eastwatch. He had felt her stare on him during the whole reunion, everyone seeming to mind the way he had refused to look at her more than necessary. A/N: I know it sounds sad, but it isn’t. I swear. This was made for Jonerys Week, day 1: Fluff. Also, Dany/Arya interaction was totally inspired by late night conversations with @queerafdonna.

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Warm

Winter had never been this cruel, Jon concluded as he recalled every season at top of The Wall and beyond it. He remembered the outstanding chill of his every step in the True North and the way it forged him different until he didn’t felt the cold anymore.

Not until now, at least.

Perhaps it wasn’t just the weather, he realized as he walked pass soldiers and curious faces, Ghost at his side like he has been ever since he returned home. They went down Winterfell, searching for answers again.

Three days had passed since Bran told him his true origin, and just two had gone by after he had called up his bannermen and Daenery’s armies to prepare a plan and get ready, for the Dead were marching from Eastwatch, Tormund on his way back with the very few men left, and the world seeming to come to an end.

He had felt her stare on him during the whole reunion, everyone seeming to mind the way he had refused to look at her more than necessary. It wasn’t his intention to be a show for anyone, the few that know his birth-name and birthright should remind as much, and he was— he wasn’t ready to face the rest of it.

Down in the crypts was silent, somehow warmer than the rest of the halls, and there he could rest his mind and hide from whoever wanted to approache him. Or that was the intention today, until soft steps and whispers stopped his walking towards Aunt Lyanna’s —his mother’s— crypt.

“That’s her.” He heard Bran’s monotone voice. “Aunt Lyanna.”

Whoever he was talking to stepped in, walked slowly, probably to watch her statue closer. “She’s beautiful.” Said Daenerys’s voice and Jon swallowed, wanting to turn around and leave, but his feet didn’t respond. Ghost sat down at his side, looking up, like encouraging him to walk over and be part of whatever Bran and Da—

“My Lord Father used to say, I was like his sister.” Arya said, and Jon blinked a couple of times. Could it be his blood calling his mother, that he and Arya would had grown so close since she had been just a babe?

“Indeed.” There was a smile in Daenerys’s voice and Jon sighed realizing how well he has come to know her voice. If he had been seeing her, he may recognize what she was feeling, maybe even what she was thinking. “Beautiful, definitely.”

Arya giggled. The sound made his heart beat faster. She had always been a friendly girl, and the thought of she growing into a friendly woman made him happy. Bran had changed so much, he was barely recognizable from the little kid that had trained with them before, and Sansa had to grow too much from her age in order to survive.

His little sister had changed, too. None of them would ever be the same, but it was a relief to know Arya’s good heart reminded.

“You just say that because I look like Jon.” Arya joked, Daenerys’s laugh echoed in the crypts and Jon waited.

“Was Lady Lyanna like this, too?” She asked, probably to Bran. “Did she not accept a compliment?”

“She did.” Bran answered. “It’s just that Arya has a point.”

“Oh!” Daenerys exclaimed, Arya laughed louder. “And I thought you did not had a sense of humor.”

“Is it humor when it’s true?” He insisted. “Perhaps yes, since I agree with your Grace. You are beautiful, Arya. You’ve become a beautiful Lady.”

“And you as charming as our brother.” She bit back, it almost sounded like their banters from when they were younger and Arya would beat Bran at archery.

They went silent then, and Jon turned over, ready to leave and left them to their conversation. Ghost didn’t move with him, he stayed put as if waiting for him to change his mind and stop hiding. His red eyes looked right into his and he swallowed, his companion always seemed to know what was going trough his mind, even if he couldn’t voice it as people would.

“This is our Father.” He heard Arya and Jon swallowed, silently walking to Ghost who moved his tail before standing and walking at his side. “What do you think?” She murmured.

“I...” Daenerys didn’t say more.

Jon licked his lips as his steps got him closer to them, Arya looked back first, hands on her back, and smiled softly when she saw his face. Bran and Daenerys looked then, his expression was vacant and hers curious, a bit surprised.

“You made no sound...” Murmured the Queen, Arya shook her head.

“He’s been creeping on us for minutes. Glad to know you decided to join us at least.”

“I’m sorry—“

“Come with me?” Arya asked Bran, he only nodded. “Dine with us later, Jon.” She said, pushing Bran in front of her. “You can’t hide forever.”

His chest felt heavy, “Arya.”, every beat of his heart hurt as she turned around and waited.

Jon didn’t had any words left, hadn’t know what to say since he heard the truth from Bran, so he walked to his little sister —cousin, family she was— and kissed her forehead.

Bran had tried to assured him he was still Jon, “you are who you are”, he had said with no expression. This time, when Jon looked at him, his eyes weren’t so dead and Jon wished he could smile again. Bran had been the sweetest kid, always happy and with an easy laugh, and he had suddenly become more than a man, even if so young still.

“I’ll see you later.” He decided, one hand on Bran’s head. He could swear he almost saw his brother smile.

Arya nodded to him and turned to Daenerys. “You too, you should keep dining with us. It’s fun to see someone make Sansa act like Mother.”

“Arya...” Daenerys murmured, amusement trapped in her voice. “Thank you. To both of you.” She said.

Bran shook his head. “It’s nothing.” He answered and Arya nodded to her before going back to push Bran out the crypts. “Can you take me to the Godswood?”

“Of course...”

Their voices died as they got farter and Jon looked at Daenerys from the corner of his eyes. She didn’t mind him, probably angry at him for ignoring her for three days straight after they had shared most nights coming here. He’ll be frustrated, too, and he hoped to find it in him to explain himself.

“Oh, hello.” He heard her saying. When he looked around, she was leaning down towards Ghost. “You’re beautiful!”

It didn’t occur to him he hadn’t had time to introduce the two of them since Bran had delivered news after news, and his happiness of seeing his siblings alive and well only lasted as much. He and Daenerys hadn’t been alone in as long, and Ghost had been glued to his side since he stormed to his chambers to be by himself after Bran and Sam’s story.

She looked content while stroking Ghost’s fur as the wolf moved his tail, like a happy dog. The fact that she hadn’t been scared of him at all was endearing to him and Jon wondered if this is how she had felt when Drogon had let him touch his snout.

“His name is Ghost.” He finally said, his voice sounding like a whisper, like if he hadn’t use it in days. And in a way, maybe he hadn’t; maybe he had started talking different to her and only now he had noticed. “He seems to like you.”

“What?” She looked up with a big smile. “He usually doesn’t like people? Hard to believe, look at him...” Ghost was melting into her touch and he smiled, she was using both her hands to pet him now. “I’ve never seen a wolf so big before. When you mentioned him, I thought him a small animal like any other.”

“He’s a direwolf.” Jon explained. “There were six of them, we found them years ago when they were just pups. One for each Stark kid.” He sighed, the memory now bittersweet for what and who was gone. “Ghost was the smaller one, weaker. Now is the only one.”

She looked up at him, then back at Ghost before standing and facing him with a firm face, waiting for him to say something else, to talk to her. Jon opened his mouth, although he didn’t had anything to say, and then closed it, eyes lowering to her hands.

“I’m sorry I interrupted.” He said. She offered him her hands and Jon put his over hers. “I see you and Arya have got used to each other.”

“She’s fantastic.” Daenerys answered, her voice so sweet. “Very curious, too. She has become good company.” Her thump caressed over his globed hand and Jon smiled after hearing that. “She’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

“Well--” His smile widened. “I shouldn’t, but I guess yes.”

“It doesn’t mean you love them any less.” She assured and he wondered if she was talking about this particular subject only. For the way Daenerys was looking at him when he finally glanced at her, he figured not. “They have been kind to me.”

“I’m glad...” He swallowed. “I’m so sorry I haven’t...”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, too.”

Jon frowned at that. “For what? I’m the one that ran, I—“

“Yes, but I let you go.” She guided his hands up to her, he could feel the warm of her breath as she talked. “I thought so many things I can’t speak of now, and none was fair. I know you, and I doubted you for a second too long. I’m sorry.” Her lips touched his fist, kissing it softly and making his stomach drop.

“I needed to be alone.” He insisted. “None it’s your fault, It’s… It’s been difficult to digest. I didn’t thought of what you may be feeling, I’m sorry.”

Daenerys smiled at him, letting go of his hands that quickly landed on her waist. Gods, he had missed her, all of her. The warm of her body, her perfume, her rare smiles, her laugh. She smiled, her whole face brightening.

“Are we going to be trapped in a circle of feeling sorry? Seeing who can apologize for this mess the most?”

Even if for a moment he questioned what was between them, she didn’t felt any different in his arms and he couldn’t see her as anything else but Dany, the woman whose neck was sensitive and laughed easily if kissed on her belly, whose small feet he had kissed to her own surprise, who had kissed every scar on his body in return.

Jon shook his head and she sighed, part in relief. Licking her bottom lip, she lowered her eyes to his chest and her hand soon landed where his heart beat.

“You want me any less?” She asked in a thin voice, he didn’t like the sound of it.

“Never.” He answered after shaking his head. “Do you? Even knowing who fathered me and what claim I could have?”

By all means, he wasn’t hungry for any title. But he knew what importance the throne had in her plans, and while he didn’t doubt her commitment to save the realm from the death, there was still the chance he could represent an obstacle she deserved to know did not exist. He would never claim that throne, not for his own interest or desire.

Daenerys looked at him, there was a spark of disappointment in her eyes and he squeezed her waist, like trying to make her understand, to make her see the truth in his face. He just needed to know if it was somehow a problem to her.

“Is there a part of you that wants the throne? I don’t believe you.” She said instead. “Regardless of what I know from your mouth, I’ve seen your heart. I doubt that’s something you’d want.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She opened her mouth, then closed it. “But, aye. You are right.”

It was her who shook her head now. “You should want it, anyone would. Yet you don’t, you are not like any man I’ve ever known.” Her hands warmed his chest, caressing up and down slowly without looking at his face. “Which is why I’ve grow to love you...” She said in a murmur.

He grabbed her hands from his chest, making her look up to his face again and he hoped she would see everything she made him feel that he thought would never be for him. Ever since coming back, he had wanted every moment of him to be of use and her love was one of the very few things he wanted for himself, not for anyone else but him to deserve and enjoy.

If any doubts creep on them, Jon wanted to erase it from her mind and claim her heart as she was offering with her words. So he kissed her, his arms rounded her waist as hers rounded his neck and Ghost’s pads sounded far away.

Jon had missed her lips, their moments alone. He shouldn’t had ignored her, but now he knew he didn’t want to let go ever again. If somehow he had been allowed to live again and found her when she had been on the other side of the sea, then he wasn’t wasting any second again.

Whatever it cost, he’ll pay any prize.

His mouth opened over hers, tenderly kissing his way in, her tongue recognizing him and allowing the exploration. She had told him a good kisser, and Jon had never thought of him as a man of ego, but every time she wore his arms and talked of his skills with delight, all of him felt full of power.

When they pulled apart, Jon rested his forehead against hers, eyes still closed, chest going up and down. Her hands returned to caress his chest and his lips went for a kiss, two, and one more before she talked again.

“You’ll rule with me.”

What case was in say otherwise? He looked into her eyes, knowing he wouldn’t renounce to her, nor see her married to another man. Jon nodded and her smile widened for a second, she swallowed visibly and he moved one of his hands to her cheek, thumb caressing her skin.

“I can’t give you children...” She reminded him, Jon couldn’t help but smile. “Jon, I mean it.”

He cradle her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “Have you ever hear the way you say my name?”

“What?”

“You make it sound important.” He closed his eyes and smiled, when he looked at her again she seemed confused. “I’ll rule with you.” He said, she swallowed again but never took her eyes off him. “We’ll survive this war and I’ll march south with you, whatever is necessary.” Daenerys looked around his face, stopping once more on his eyes, probably searching for doubt. But there was none in him now. “And you shouldn’t be so sure about what that witch said.”

“Jon...”

“It hasn’t been long yet.” He reminded her, she gave him a weak smile. “We’ll have plenty of time.”

She looked down for a second, then back at him with small smile, this time real, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes. That was enough for him for the time being. Even if they never make a daughter or a son, his place was at her side for he wanted her, not the prospect of giving a heir.

Jon hoped she felt the same, although he knew she was a mother. It would make him happy to be the one to father her blood children, in spite of every enemy, prophecy or witch.

Her eyes left his face and looked at his back, she smiled slightly and broke their embrace to walk in front.

“Even in stone, she’s beautiful.” She said and Jon looked up to Lyanna Stark’s grave. His mother. “You are all her.”

Which wasn’t wrong. He and Arya were the ones closer to Father’s looks, Arya always reminding him of his lost sister. Jon thought of his mother like he had since he was a kid, and this time, he had a name and a face in the stone, but the image of Arya’s smile and Eddard Stark’s soft eyes.

“I’ve been so confused.” He rounded Daenerys’s waist from behind, her back against his chest. “I used to dream of her, when I was a kid. Always highborn… beautiful and kind. Seems like I wasn’t so lost.” She leaned into his chest, her hands over his as she sighed. “Makes me wonder… what would she think of me now, had she lived long enough to be here?”

“She’d love you.” Daenerys answered. “What a man you are, so humble and yet fierce. She’d be proud of you.”

He said nothing, trying to imagine what his mother’s voice sounded like and if her eyes sparkled with mischief while messing up her dress and hair like Arya’s did. It still made him uneasy that he would never know, no matter what Bran had offered to say from his visions. Jon hide his face on Daenerys’s neck and shoulder and he heard her laugh before her fingers touched his hair.

“You’re warm.” She said with a soft sigh. “I’ve missed you at night.”

He chuckled in her neck and kissed a spot with a noisy motion. “I thought you said you were a dragon, therefore the winter wouldn’t touch you.”

“The north is true to its sayings, I’ve never felt a cold like this.” She sighed and moved her head to face him. Jon pecked her lips before she could keep talking. “Dine with us tonight, then come to me.”

“Of course.” He kissed her again and this time parted from her when she started to laugh, he tried to give her his best indignant stare. “We shouldn’t… we shouldn’t be talking of such things in here.”

“Oh.” He looked up at his father behind him and then to his mother in front and nodded, leaving her to walk away from him. She took his hand then and waited. “I’ll be there.”

“You better.” She said, tugging at his hand so he would walk at her side. “Let’s allow us at least tonight, tomorrow we’ll be closer to war.”

She glanced one last time to his mother’s stone and then smirked up at him, Jon could see Ghost waiting for them at the entrance.

“So, I heard interesting stories from your sister.” She said. “Like how you would struggle with dancing and pretend to forget you had lessons with your brother.”

“Gods be good...”

“Jon Snow, are you bad at dancing?”

He sighed, Ghost stood and shook his large body before yawning. “Ghost, to me.” And the wolf ran to his side, Daenerys laughed at the other, waiting for his answer. “I make up for that in other things.”

“Such as…?”

He smirked at her, having to let go of her hand for they were about to face the rest of Winterfell. “I’ve been told I got a wicked tongue.”

Daenerys’s cheeks went pink and she shook her head with smile on her face, but didn’t fight him on that either.

~0~

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[goldenscript]

jack frost!minhyuk

lee minhyuk, a man of not only jovial fun but of snow and frost and all the glorious white mush that dusts lush green lawns and ices over ponds and nips at everyone’s noses

he’s the kind of spirit that accepted his fate and didn’t mind the tasks they thrusted at him bc what else could he do??? fight the greater deities for cursing him????

you could say he’s an optimist because there’s no other way to see life at this point

he’s always been that kind of half full guy and he’ll always make the most of any situation so knowing that he let his younger sister have a life is all that he can ever ask for - he just happened to be given a second chance

this time to bring joy and life to others like he had with his sister

it took him quite a while to get acclimated to being a holiday spirit, but having fun has always been his kind of thing

he often played games with his sister, ice skating, snowball fights, sledding,,, all that good stuff

so when he was given the ability to control the one thing he loved the most in the world (aside from his lil’ sis) he made sure to make the most of every winter season

at first, he was always shy to interact with younger kids because he was so sure that no one could see him - the first time someone walked right past him, he sulked for ages ok

but then he meets your great aunt who lives away from the city and on the outskirts - at the time she didn’t have a lot of friends so she just wished for one and somehow minhyuk and her crossed paths

not that it was an accident or anything, but he has fled from the city with a sad heart, wandering until he stumbled across a lake that resembled the one when he was alive and he saw your great aunt

when she saw him, she lit up despite being so shy but she just knew he was so okay so she greeted him and gosh did he warm up

she looked right at him and nodded when he pointed at himself like “me??” and she asked him if he wanted to play and that’s what began their time together

even well into her adult life as she married and had kids, she still believed in him because he became such a huge part of her childhood and she invited him to do the same with her children

they didn’t quite remember him as they grew older but it came as a relief to him that she did

when she was alone and withered by age, he still came to see her and eventually saw you

not many people liked to visit her because she was always talking about a “minhyuk” but neither you nor your parents cared (though your parents more or less pitied the older woman tbh) so they let you stay with her and you became his playmate

you knew him by minnie than minhyuk,,, always shrieking his name in laughter and elation because he was the best playmate you’d ever known

most importantly, because he could conjure up snow,,,, tho he was total cheat at snowball fights ngl & at the end, he would let you win and pelt him with snowballs then return to the cottage with you for your great aunt’s famous hot cocoa

and many years went on like this and the loneliness you felt sort of melted away because all you can remember is fondness in your childhood and of a boy named minnie

who still thinks abt you tbh,,, he stops by your aunt’s to ask abt you and help her and he just,,, hopes that you’d come back one day

tbh, you’re not sure when you stopped believing in minnie but you do know it came right as soon as your visits to your great aunt grew less and less

even when you did stop, you mostly cared for her and tried to help her esp during the summer when the weather was the hottest bc she insisted she was fine during winters

unlike her own kids, you helped her the most - your parents encouraged it though mostly for their own benefit to rake up than anything else

after college, with a job lined up and everything, you actually decide to move there instead of a place in the city like they wanted and they disliked how you decided not to sell the house when you were gifted the cottage in her will 

ofc now,,,, you’re scared

it’s the first time you’re truly living alone and caring for a small place all on your own but you’re also comforted by the nostalgia because the faint memories of your great aunt and your imaginary friend minnie - a point in time when life was easier than worrying about living and paying bills

one day when you’re on the ice abt to skate and you’re wobbling he actually appears and says “still not good on the ice huh?”

you’re surprised, rubbing your eyes in disbelief, “minnie??????????????”

he just smiles, “well it’s minhyuk but you can still call me minnie!!!”

you’re almost certain it’s a dream but you don’t care bc you want to enjoy this moment and not think abt bills and taxes and all that other crap that’s sure to take away the fun from life

so you just grin and say, “hi minhyuk, i’m y/n”

“i know!”

“you do??”

“i remember u,,,, i was hoping you’d come back actually”

you’re surprised but before you can scold your dream self for being so childish you realize you don’t really care

and !!! he admits he’s always had the most fun with you bc you were always telling him silly stories and making him laugh and it makes you so happy that you can’t stop yourself from doing it again

this time with robots and dinosaurs and the great world war of the past and present and other great stuff you hadn’t actually told anyone since they were all pretty unconventional stories

you go to bed that first night wishing you didn’t have to wake up because this was first time you actually felt free since you last moved there but even in your dreams he’s there and it makes you smile and sleep well

the next day,,, you wake up a little late but you’re quick to get ready to run errands and you’re still pretty dazed as you walk off the bus and toward your cottage until you see a pair of feet that could only belong to one person

you almost drop the hot cocoa ingredients and he’s immediately scooping the items into his arms and scolding you like “careful!!! sheesh”

you laugh a little nervously bc you swore you were dreaming the other day ago bc he can’t be really right??

but as you both round the corner of the pathway toward the front door, he just laughs and says, “srsly you aren’t I’m really here”

he even lets you poke his cheek and squeeze his arm just to make sure because you’re seriously trying to wrap your head around the fact that your imaginary friend from childhood may not have been imaginary after all,,, but you figure he isn’t some malevolent spirit trying to kill you,,, hopefully

so you’re like “well,,, would you like to come in for hot cocoa then?” and as he makes himself at home, enjoying the way you decorated and everything, you make your great aunt’s secret recipe which he loves too

and the moment realization strikes him, his features just like up and he’s like “!!!!!!!!!! you’re amazing”

you laugh and you thank him for always making your childhood really fun and for keeping you company

he’s just like “yeah ofc it’s what your great aunt wanted,,,,” 

and you smile a lil sad but he just puts his hand on top of yours to comfort you and it makes you smile,,, bc he’s still nice and kind as ever and that,,,, seriously warms your heart

it just becomes this routine to stay with minhyuk, do errands, and even once in a while go to your job with him present bc ur office is pretty secluded from everyone else’s

he makes u laugh and feel really happy like even more than reliving your childhood nostalgia and you’re certain that it might be more than a platonic thing but you don’t want to say anything

it isn’t until one day when jooheon, a guy from ur office, asks you out and minhyuk is actually frowning and pouting bc “??? are you really going out with this guy???? why not spend time with me??”

you actually have to excuse yourself to take minhyuk aside like “??? what’s ur deal”

but he just clamps up because how can he just say that without coming off as some child y’know??

so he’s just like “um,,,, i,,, i don’t know! what’s urs?”

of course, you’re confused but before you can say anything else he just disappears and says he’ll see you later

,,,but by “later” he actually means later bc he doesn’t appear for a few days especially since ur lil’ hangout with jooheon

it wasn’t even anything special either since all you could think about was minhyuk and if he was ok because he seemed really upset and the thought of him upset actually,,, hurt you,,, A Lot

so anyway, you’re out in your backyard drinking hot cocoa with a plate of cookies and there’s another mug for him

you’re just sitting there like “where r u dummy?” but he doesn’t show up and it’s starting to get really cold so you leave it out and the next morning you find the plate and mug washed in your dish rack

and the rest of the day kind of drone on without minhyuk’s company and it makes you even more sad bc you miss him terribly

turns out he misses you too !!

well, duh

in all that time you two spent together, he’s grown attached to you and a part of him has been at war with himself since then because is that even ok ??

he’s known you since childhood and you’ve seen him as a figment of your imagination ,,, having feelings for you now seems so out of the question but then he thinks back to the way you look with snow caught in ur hair,,, the way you’ll hold his hand real tight even when you’re both inside,,, the fact that you can make ur great aunt’s hot cocoa and cookies so effortlessly ???

but ok rlly,, you’ve become such a kind and caring soul with such a selfless way of thinking and it makes him feel so happy to see that y’know??

it also makes him sad tho bc you told him abt how you were pretty much alone since your parents didn’t like your decisions to keep your great aunt’s place and how you didn’t have a lot of friends just bc of your parents and honestly he was your sole friend

like that? that breaks his heart and it makes him so freaking torn because he doesn’t want to hurt you like that yknow?

he doesn’t want to abandon you but he also doesn’t want to have these feelings for you but he just,,, he can’t help himself

even when his friends keep telling him to leave well enough alone, he looks to the man on the moon and he just,,, knows that this is where he should be

(ofc after all his tasks are done and all,,, which doesn’t take long but he sees that one of the weather spirits are being particularly mean and aiming a storm in your area and it has him racing there)

one night there’s a particularly horrid snow storm with lightning and thunder and you’re kinda terrified bc you’ve never been that keen on thunderstorms

and to be frank, it’s the first time you’ve ever suffered through a storm in the cottage without your great-aunt too,,,,

but minhyuk shows up bc he can’t stand seeing you so freaked out and he eases up on the snow even tho some of it isn’t his doing

(though he’s sure to deal with that later)

he asks if you’re ok and u get only a lil snippy bc “where have you been, you chicken head????? how could u just leave me and take my hot cocoa???”

he apologizes and admits he’s jealous bc jooheon can be seen out with u and u won’t look crazy and he just,,,, really likes u.

in all that time you two spent together, even in that time apart - it dawns on you why it upset you so much that he left and it isn’t just cuz he’s one of your only friends

so you say, “god you’re a dummy” and before he complain, you admit, “i like you too so don’t leave me ok it makes me sad”

he just lights up and a lot of the angry snow sort of dissipates as he draws you into his arms and feels you tighten ur hold on him

and because of this, it makes u both closer than ever

like christmas is even better than ever bc even tho your parents weren’t keen on that stuff, he helps u decorate and make cookies for santa (tho he eats them because he refuses to share those godsent cookies)

you both exchange gifts and he adores the mittens you made him with the lopsided thumbs and you love the snowflake necklace he had made and purchased (it took lots of begging from the man on the moon just to have a physical form that day even for like ,,,, 2 hours,,,, yes shopping really took that long for him,,,, rip)

and as you both get up from your spots on the rug by the fire place to put the dishes away by the doorway, he can’t help but point up when you’re down with the dishes with this cute, mischievous smile

you look up, brow raised and cheeks flushed but you pull him downward by the collar of his sweater and y’all kiss under the mistletoe

of course, it makes you sad when spring rolls in but he promises to pop in even if it is unconventional and he gets in trouble

and boy does the man on the moon do a good scolding every now and then, just for him

but even the spirits love the two of you together and they’ll send you nice gifts because it makes them happy to see minhyuk happy after this long

regardless of everything, even with the grand design telling you both that this won’t work out, you’re content bc he’s in your heart and you’re in his

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