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chaosnmagic.

✶·˚.      Natalya feels her cheeks warm up. Being with Sloane was easy. Their conversations and the relationship between them felt natural, no need for pretending. Her lips curving in a bright smile, she says,  “Please, you deserve all the compliments. You look beautiful, I bet the designer of your dress would name it after you if they saw how it looks on you.  ”  She nods the waiter a thank you and brings the glass to her lips. As soon as she takes a sip of her wine, she notices it tastes different. Like it doesn’t even taste like liquid… almost like ash… yes, it tastes like ash and dust. —- Suddenly, she remembered something, a faint memory that she had forgotten or more likely, refused to remember. Warzone, magic, the feeling of dying  — “ Shit !! ” The glass slipped from her fingers and shattered into tiny pieces, the wine – huh, not dust, spilling onto the ground. “ Oh, god, Sorry !!  I just - ” experienced the first stage of madness ?? “ Uh, I felt dizzy for a moment. ”

         a feeling of pride  -  that she,  SLOANE LI  gets to make a girl like natalya to blush like this.  she’s feeling proud of herself,  a wide grin upon sloane’s lip and she’s  PLEASED  -  shoulders wiggling with happiness.     “  i find that hard to believe,  but fine;  i’ll settle and say we’re  BOTH  the best looking women in the room.  you just happen to be number one.  ”    she drinks her wine mindlessly,  taking everything in.  she’s happy;  to be here,  here with natalya,  and just  ...  living.  but brown eyes will be brought to the other;  brows crinkling.  she can’t help but think  SOMETHING  is happening.  but sloane doesn’t hesitate to get up,  already helping natalya up and checking her hands.    “  it’s just wine.  are you okay ?  your hands ?  ”  

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biggreendeal.

“Are you fucking kidding me?  I just bought this!”  Jen pulled off her blazer with a heated sigh, nearly turning it inside out to inspect the rip she just felt.  It was on a seam line at least, but quite the messy break.  “When are fashion designers going to understand that some women have shoulders?”

          “  i’m guessing not until like  ...  2030.  so i wouldn’t hold your breath.  ”    and she wants to help,  but of course;  whenever does sloane ever  NOT  want to help ?      “   ---  i got  ...  tape,  if that helps ?  ”   she never said she was talented in all help-needed departments,  though.

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         “  have i told you yet how gorgeous you look tonight ?  ”    there’s a twinkle in sloane’s eye as the waiter brings out bread for the two of them.  it’d been a long day at pride,  and just a long week in general;  but being around natalya sort of  ...  brought a  new breath  to her.  a cheeky grin as another waiter comes up,  glasses  CLINKING  as they refill her wine.  and there’s  -  a  FLASH  behind her eyes,  scenes of yelling in accents,  feelings of betrayal and hurt,  and oddly enough  -  earthquakes.  sloane will shake her head,  attempting to turn her attention to the other.     “  ‘cause you do.  crazy gorgeous.  ”     @chaosnmagic.

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ofhcwk.

        lucky snoozed on top of his feet- clint could’ve easily moved the lazy pup but the man was comfortable as well. he sat on the bench with a slice of pepperoni in one hand, a lukewarm slice of cheese next to him waiting to be next. the man may have seemed at ease but his eyes still tracked other people throughout the park, keeping tabs in the way shield had trained him to- it was a part of his brain that he could never shut off. 

      “ if you want to sit, i’ll move the slice, but there’s no way goldielocks is moving before he’s good and ready to, “ he shifted to look at the person who had seemed to be approaching the bench, senses on alert. 

       having jamie’s husky with her on her walk today,  sloane can  AUTOMATICALLY  see why she’s been dragged to this spot of the park so quickly.    “  rambo !  ”    she’ll hiss,  almost stumbling her way over to the bench.     “  ‘m sorry bout rambo.  i’d like to make a disclaimer and say his training was  ALL  jaime.  i’m just the roommate slash dog walker.  ”  

        rambo seems to trying to decide between trying for the cheese,  or making friends with the other dog  -  and sloane finally takes the other in.     “  --  but i am good with dogs,  and i do like sitting,  sooooo  ...  ”  

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mrfantastc.

He sneezes. A loud, jarring sound as chalk dust is violently evicted from its once moist, dare he say cozy residence within his sinuses. This! …This is why he preferred whiteboards while lecturing; less risk of alarming the masses to Kieth’s situational ‘allergies’. 

“Sorry,” comes his well-rehearsed response, nose pulling away from safety behind elbow crux. “You were saying?”

        a blink,  and suddenly sloane is reminded of  ...  her  GRANDPARENTS BEING GROSS,  oddly enough.  she loves that old pair,  but there was only so much that she could actually take.     “  ---  that uh,  andreas isn’t here,  at the gym right now.  i could take a message,  though ?  ”

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hornedjustce.

the streets of new york city had felt oddly unsettling since his claimed death and the end to daredevil, even if the mantel was not dead. he had just taken a well needed break to heal gaping wounds and cracked bones because believe it or not, matt wasn’t fond of having a god damn building dropped upon his head. fingers tapped impatiently on the metal table, coffee growing colder by the minute and he had everything on his mind. the obliteration of half the universe was pretty fucking stressful, even six months later and partially restored. hearing jumbled and distorted parts of everyone’s conversations in the cafe was slowly driving him insane and it was the first time new york had ever been an issue before. matt pinches his nose, feeling a headache creeping up on him and ten clears his throat. “ do you know what time it is? ”

        sloane is convinced,  that if she  LURKS  around the coffee shop.  she thinks,  maybe she can get away with being  LATE  to work,  and have an excuse to not be at work,  if she brings everyone coffee.  it’s a pretty solid idea  -  except,  ...  sloane may or may not be struggling to figure out what to order everyone  BESIDES  boss man.  she’s squinting at the menu,  before gaze turns to him;  and she’ll scramble to dig out her phone,  checking the time.     “  11:47am,  unfortunately.  ”

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wntersarrival.

“ fancy legal documents, with fancy ink permitting me to have him, yes. very important, you do know technically he’s a service dog whether he is pursued by your excessive treat giving or not. it required legal documents, ” sloane was definitely rambo’s cool aunt, sneaking him food when jamie wasn’t looking or pretended not to be. he knows she is joking of course, and he isn’t ridiculing her. a part of him just found it too entertaining that she loved the dog more than many things. the oversized husky was certainly no lap dog but hell, he liked to think he did and jamie scratched him between the ears to keep him happily at bay. “ it’s because i won’t give him all the B-A-C-O-N. ”

         a pout on her lips,  she blinks innocently at him.  there’s no denying  THAT  argument.    “  fine,  you win this time.  but i’m still his favorite.  ”    as if he hears her talking about him,  rambo’s ears seem to  tip  towards her,  and sloane grins contently.  fingers will reach forward,  she petting his backside.     “  i just know what he likes !  it’s not like he’s getting  fat  -  i’m very good about walking him when you’re on dates.  ”

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fvstboi.

‘ you’re not ghost-proof. you’re just an idiot who refuses to see proof. ’ @dsyjohnsons

pietro POUTS . that’s right , thirty-one year old pietro maximoff was pouting at the girls words . “ how do you know i’m NOT ghost-proof ? “

           “  because  ...  ”    a huff,  sloane will shaking her head.    “  i’ve  seen  evidence of a ghost when jamie’s out  !  rambo can even  CONFIRM  it.  ”

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chaosnmagic.

✶·˚.      The atmosphere of the voodoo shop is what she has grown accustomed to: most of the time mysterious but it can get tiring if you try to know everything about it. A place which always has something to hide; the rituals, spells, customers… everyone and everything has secrets. Spending too much time there makes her want to be in a place she thinks she knows and sees everything she needs to know. Like a cute little flower shop.  “ Yeah, that’s me !!  – Nice to meet you too, Sloane from the cute flower shop. ” Natalya says, her voice sounds a higher-pitched than usual. Great. Why can’t she just write, ‘I’m too nervous to talk with a cute girl’ on her forehead ?? That would be a lot easier. She runs her fingers through her long brown hair and says, “ Uh - sure. It won’t be hard to find, it has a very distinct root system and it kinda looks like it has white slender tentacles.  ”

         the one thing daisy likes about this shop,  compared to the gym,  is how  OPEN  it is.  the front is all big windows,  with plants creating enough shade  in  the actual store,  because the crowded the windows for light.  it was cute,  QUAINT  -  and just rustic enough to be  aesthetically  pleasing.  and of course,  there were the flowers.  an easy grin on her lips,  she casts a glance back at her.     “  i know i totally self prescribed myself that name to me,  but that sounds  really  good coming outta you.  ”    she has to bite her lip to stop herself from saying something even  more  stupid,  and ducks her head down.     “  i won’t lie,  i tend to know just the leaves and flowers better  -  but teamwork makes the dream work,  right ?  ”  

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wntersarrival.

“ not really. he is still my dog, i adopted him so that still technically makes him more my dog. ” sloane and him, from his false memories, had been roommates since he had adopted rambo and he supposed that made her some sort of owner to him. “ you’re like his cool aunt, gives him too many treats and gives him lots of attention. ” he was never complaining, jamie was relieved that when he was not around or could not bring rambo out with him the dog (who was basically his child) was always in good hands. “ mhmm, ”

         “  does it  really  though,  jaime ?  you really think a bunch of papers with  FANCY INK  on it actually means anything ?  ”   of course,  she’s joking;  she’s laying on the  JOKESTER VOICE  thick,  as sloane tries to decide whether or not to figure out a way to put rambo on her lap.     “  but the cool aunt is  always  the favorite and everyone wants her to adopt them.  i know from  experience.  ”   finally,  she settles for just sitting back on the couch and propping her feet up on his lap,  whistling for rambo to join her feet on his lap.

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strngetales.

letting out a frustrated HUFF of air , gabriel shifted in his seat and was quiet for a moment before grumbling , ❝ — alright , i’m only gonna say this ONCE , understand ? ❞ he raised an eyebrow at the INNOCENT BYSTANDER , ❝ i’ll get you a free coffee , on the house , if you can give me a seven-letter word for colds that last a long time .. ❞ the man looked up at them expectantly , pencil hovering over the new york times’ sunday CROSSWORD PUZZLE .

            “  uh  ....  ”    she turns to him,  brows crinkled as he asks the question.  sloane didn’t have the  BEST  vocabulary in the world,  she’ll say that much.  but,  what she does have is a phone  -  and a coffee sounds  really  good to her right now.  some quick googling,  she’ll look up.    “  --  try illness ?  ”

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babsjoan.

“Scottish cuisine is weird. They have this pudding made of animal heart, liver and lungs. You really need to practice your Italian accent. Or maybe you don’t need to talk. Just let your skills shine on its own and let it do the talking.” Barbara gave her a nod of encouragement. “It also has tons of cat and dog videos do entertain me at night when my brain refuses to function.”

          “  i mean  ...  i think i could roll with that.  in middle school i had this korean friend who’d i’d share lunch with,  and she’d always have  BLOOD SAUSAGE.  and then in college,  i dated this filipino guy who brought me home for christmas;  had  pig blood’s stew  and that stuff was pretty fucking good.  ---- but we’re not talking about food.  ”    a pause,  head tilts to the side.     “  talking is one of my shining qualities;  if i don’t have my  HUMOR,  how else will i charm myself in ?  ”

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wntersarrival.

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The male was trapped under the giant husky in his lap that certainly wasn’t a lap dog, the animal far too concerned the chew toy in front of him to notice that his owner stopped petting him momentarily. “ We live together, you cannot keep my dog. That doesn’t even make sense, he’s always here I won’t take him away from you. ” Rambo wasn’t her dog but he wasn’t not her dog, they lived together so it was almost the same effect. The giant husky was far too lovable and Sloane pretty much served as the dogs aunt. “ And I know you sneak him treats when I’m not looking. ”

        “  but you see,  jaimsie  -  that’s exactly it.  living together gives me the  MEANS  to keep your dog.  it’s literally common sense.  ”    cue her plopping to the ground,  to be on eye level with  rambo,  bottom lip jutting out into a  proper pout.  as if to prove her point,  she lets out a chuckle and pets the dog on the top of her head,  bringing his attention to her and he  AUTOMATICALLY  gives her a lick.     “  see !?  it’s  true love,  you can’t stop that.  ”   she moves to hug the dog,  dark eyes gazing up through her eyelashes,  her  PEAK  doe eye look coming into picture  -  she a painting of innocence.     “  look at us,  we belong together !  ”  

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thndrstrk.

“   sloane,   sloane,   sloane.   ”   andreas   came   bounding   down   the   stairs,   his   apartment   the   only   thing   above   the   gym,   but   it   had   a   staircase   that   lead   straight   down   into   the   employee   lounge.   convenience   at   its   finest.   “   how   much   would   you   hate   your   favorite   boss   in   the   entire   world   if   i   had   you   work   on   friday?   remember   how   i   saved   you   from   the   streets,   okay   well   i   just   chose   your   application,   but   still.   i’m   the   best   and   you   love   me,   so   please.   ”   his   lips   spread   into   a   large   smile,   showing   off   his   teeth   and   resting   his   hands   on   the   woman’s   shoulders.   there   were   few   employees   that   he   cared   for   like   he   did   for   sloane,   so   he   knew   he   could   lay   it   on   thick.

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         “  you are  VERY  lucky i like the way my name sounds from your voice.  ”    eyes don’t lift from her phones as the words escape her mouth,  and sloane li is  A HUNDRED PERFECT  playing  choices: stories you play !  as her boss speaks to her.  what can she say ?  she’s a  GREAT  multi - tasker,  and it’s not like she’s against the extra money.  it’s just the  ...  extra time.  a dramatic sigh,  sloane  FINALLY  puts her phone down,  bottom lip jutting out into a pout up at the blond man.  it only lasts a moment’s second,  before she lets out a lazy grin.   “  how’d you know i was running low on cash ?  ”    and it’s definitely  NOT  because she uses them on phone games.  cue a  dramatic sigh,  still a teasing smile on lips:    “  --  guess i’ll just cancel all of my  many  plans for friday.  ”   which wasn’t much,  except for laundry,  and she would literally do  ANYTHING  to get out of laundry,  so.  humor will  clear  up,  brows crinkle.     “  why though,  did something come up ?  ”

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chaosnmagic.

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✶·˚.       The flower shop had distinctly different décor than the shop she was working. The walls’ color palette was lighter and the instead of the strong odor of herbs and burnt hair, she could smell daisies. “ Hey, I’m Natalya from that creepy voodoo shop ?? ” She slowly let her lips crane into a nervous smile as she gave the other a wave.  “ I was wondering, uh—” The brunette mentally kicked herself for being this awkward… What was her problem ?? All she had to do was ask a simple question. “ – Do you have dead jatropha roots, by any chance?? ”

         as much as sloane  ADORES  her personal trainer job   (  and the  BOSS DUDE,  but of course  )  but the job at the flower shop is so much more  ...  chill compared to being surrounded by sweaty,  hot,  people on the daily basis.  dark eyes will flash up,  brows  SRUNCHING  as she tries to remember before  -  ah yes:    “  natalya from the creepy voodoo shop !  nice to meetcha.  ”    she has to stop herself from saying  again,  and doesn’t understand why;  but sloane won’t dwell on it.  the brunette stands,  nodding.     “  well,  i’m sloane  -  from the cute flower shop !  as for dead jatropha roots  ...  follow me to the back.  i’m not as well versed in roots as i am flowers,  so i  might  need some help identifying it.  is that  ...  cool ?  ���    she’s definitely doing her best to seem casual about it;  it’s just a matter if it  COMES OFF  as so.

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truthshown.

karen sat alone; perched on the rather uncomfortable bar stool of her local dive, lithe fingers lazily toyed with the neck of a beer bottle as she made an attempt to relax. raising the bottle, she grimaced only slightly as she swallowed down a mouthful of beer. 

‘ it’s as if the bar owners of new york are just trying to keep everyone sober. ’ she pondered aloud, to no one in particular – simply noting that the contents of her bottle tasted more like dirty water than they did beer. 

         “  and yet,  it still beats  ANY  of my college bar experiences.  every decent drink i taste,  i do judge underaged me  --  ”    sloane will offer lightly,  to seemingly the  only  other female in the bar.  the ladies must stick together,  hmm ?      “   ---  this one can make a decent  MIXED DRINK,  though;  if you know the bartender well enough.  ”