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rvggeros:

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it’s not a typical first date, most people choose something practical like dinner, the movies, or even somewhere more secluded like their own house. but, oliver’s not one to do practical things. never has been, really. the last time he took a girl out on a date they’d gone sky diving, thus, making him realize that he might just have to tone it down a little for hadley. so, they’re at the petting zoo. he isn’t a fan of actual zoo’s, finding that they were more cruel than they were doing the animals any good. he didn’t plan on keeping them here all day, a couple other stops in his mind were planned out for their official first date. but, right now, he couldn’t contain his excitement at the sight of pigs. hadley knows he loves pigs more than anything. — “i’m honestly more excited than i should be,” he leans down close to her to speak, noticing the many children who were running around with happy expressions. — “i feel like a child again,” he chuckles, then, offers his arm for her to take. the first step in their long line of friendship that would transfer them from this to that. — “what do you want to see first? heard the goats are pretty cute.” 

           it’s unusual - - the idea of a first date between two people who know quite a lot about each other. there’s no pretense , and certainly no way to hide behind that ‘first date haze.’ it’s liberating and terrifying at the same time. it’s why hadley finds herself fidgeting with her fingers , shifting her weight from one foot to the other , and stealing glances over at her date. of course , many anxieties regarding the day were eliminated as soon as oliver revealed their first destination for the day. in fact, the prospect of seeing ( and petting ) as many barnyard animals as possible had brought a wide grin to hadley’s face, putting a bounce in her step. it made her more hopeful than ever that this would be good - - because he gets her. they get each other. at oliver’s comment , she gives him a little shake of her head , laughter bubbling out of her lips. ❝ oh, come on ! stupid levels of enthusiasm are the best. it makes everyone around you excited !  ❞  she exclaims , looking over as he offers his arm. she doesn’t hesitate for long before her hand comes to rest against the crook of his elbow , beaming brightly ❝ you heard the goats are pretty cute ? is that the word on the street ? the down - low on the petting zoo ? how do i go about getting a petting zoo informant ? ❞ she teases, waggling her brow and giving his arm a squeeze. ❝  goats it is - - maybe , if you’re lucky , i’ll tell you about the summer i spent on a farm. looots of goats in that story.  or we can make a beeline for the pigs, because i know where your heart’s at.  ❞

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rvggeros:

he can’t help the laugh that escapes him at her small ‘oh,’ the sound confused and relieved all at once. he understands, though, get’s the way she’s looking up at him and if he was staring into a mirror right now he’s sure he’d have the same expression on his face, too. although sometimes it’s a little hard to tell with oliver, he cares immensely. — “take your time,” he says, finally pulling away, fingers slotting together as he shifts his gaze back to celia. she’s not even paying attention anymore, but he wonders if she knows what’s going on right now. she must, right? in some sense of the word, at the very least. — “i…” he starts, trying to figure out the right way to go about things upon her question. it was easy when it came to strangers, the worry of losing a friendship not present, thus, risking everything was normal. but, with hadley, who oliver has been friends with for far too long, he doesn’t know where to start. he’s never dated one of his friends before, always jumping into relationships head first with people he hardly ever knew and then built the foundation from there. but they already had a foundation, so, what was next? — “well, if you’d like, once i’m cured of this disease i’m carrying we could go on a date…?” he tries, voice unsure as he turns back to look at her. he thinks it over for a moment, his ego getting the better of him suddenly as he decides that the question was far too weak to be considered him asking her out. — “no, we will go on a date once i’m cured. we have dinner almost everyday, would you like to go to the science centre or the museum? it’d be a nice change, i think.”  

           emotions continue to wreak havoc on the clarity of her thought. everything’s jumbled - - her cheeks are warm and her heart races. it’s terrible & wonderful at the same. she looks toward their interwoven fingers, taking a minute to calm herself and wipe away the remnants of tears with the heel of her free hand. at a time like this , all she wants to do is overthink. it’s easy jump to conclusions and picture the worst coming to pass , rather than hanging on to the hope for the best. it’s an anxious habit she’s trying to break - - to think a little less and be present a little more. what better incentive to try to do so than this right before her ? as oliver speaks, hadley comforts herself with the thought that oliver seemed just as unsure as she did. perhaps that was good. that way , at least , they could figure all of this together. hadley hums a laugh as the word disease is thrown around so casually. maybe it made her a bad nurse, but she had temporarily forgotten all about his ailment. as what sounded like a proposition came forth , hadley straightens her spine , attempting to make herself a little taller. lips curve upward into a gentle smile , and she began to nod , before he immediately rephrases the statement. ❝ we’ll go on a date. ❞ she repeats , smile evidenced in her tone as well as the sneaky grin on her face. ❝ i think whichever way we spin it. . . science center or museum , it’s going to be a nice change. we can toss a coin, maybe. be spontaneous. ❞ she laughs again. at the very least , it would be nice to go somewhere without the fear of slipping up and expressing what she had tried to shove down. the date was a bonus. her teeth catch her lower lip for a moment , trying to keep her smiling within a reasonable level. her head tilts to the side , eyes surveying his face with obvious interest. she’s not entirely sure what to say, but she’s not sure it matters. he gets it. ❝ but , since you reminded me of that vaguely defined illness of yours . . .  ❞ she shakes her head  before gingerly placing her free hand against his forehead , followed soon after by the side of his neck. she had told him that she’d be looking after him - - a grand revelation certainly didn’t mean that she could slack. with another bright laugh , she nodded , eyes darting upwards towards his. ❝ yeah. i think you’ll live. in fact, i think we can even expect a speedy recovery from you , mister. ❞ perhaps it was self-indulgent, wishful thinking , but she didn’t really care. 

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viivlo:

vivian gave the woman a scowling look, features turning soft as she grabbed the brown paper bag out of her hand. “you WOULD ask me on the first day of my diet, huh?” she teased, a gentle smile curving her ample lips upward. the two had never met up until the bonfire, but the way the two talked to one another was as if they had been friends for years. viv liked that she was able to quickly form a bond with someone she’d only met a few days before. “thanks hads, you’re the best. where you runnin’ off to?”

         hadley recoiled temporarily from vivian’s disdainful look. ❝ well , how the hell was i supposed to know that ?! ❞ she inquired defensively , before a smile broke out on her lips. she was incredibly grateful for the new friendship that was blossoming between herself and vivian - -it was easy. ❝ well , a girl tries. i’m actually on a mission to find the perfect birthday gift for a five - year - old.  my niece’s birthday is next week & i’m actively competing for the coveted spot as her favorite aunt. she has a bunch on the other side, but aunt hadley will win !!  ❞

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alexchvw:

“is this a trick?” alex eyed her friend and the bag closely, weighing her options. sure, she was hungry and she did love chocolate chip muffins but was it worth the risk? hadley may be little but she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to schemes, alex had learned this the hard way. “are you trying to.. reverse snow white apple me? do i eat these then suddenly, i can’t stop talking about my feelings and gross shit like that? hads.. don’t lie to me. you know i can tell when you’re lying. can i eat this muffin?”

            ❝  do you know that you’re easily the most bananas person i know ? ❞ she let out a frustrated huff as waited for her best friend to make up her mind.  ❝  i literally just told you the story of how i got this muffin . . . so chill out and eat ! besides , i’d use something else to bribe  you. i’d never taint a chocolate chip muffin like that. ❞ with another huff, she pulled out her own pastry bag and pulled off a bit of her own  muffin , shoving it in her mouth.  ❝  happy ?! ❞         

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liincvlns:

             “gee, thanks, doc. you’re too good to me.” his hand reached out, swiftly taking the bag from her with a smirk. “how’d you know? my blood sugar’s runnin’ low… or something.”

            ❝  - -  i have a sense about these things , ❞ she started, casually flicking her hair off of her shoulder.   ❝ i’m like one of those service dogs that can sniff out medical crises in their owners. it’s a gift. every nurse worth their salt can do it !  ❞

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lucamvretti:

“is today my lucky day?” luca couldn’t help but smile as he leaned in to place a kiss on hadley’s cheek, taking the bag with him as he returned to his earlier spot. “i get to see my favorite girl and she brings me a chocolate chip muffin? it really can’t get better then this.. i might as well die now – don’t worry, i won’t. i know you’d miss me too much.” he winked.

              ❝  you know ? it might just be ! ❞  hadley instinctively tilts her head to the side , waiting for the inevitable kiss pressed to her cheek. she’d be horribly offended if there hadn’t been such an affectionate greeting. it had become habit between the two.  ❝  yeah , yeah. don’t let it go to your head . . . people will start to think that i actually like you or something.  ❞ her lips twitched upward for a moment before a bright grin broke through. ❝ yeah. you don’t get to die before me. we die on the same day, or we live forever. ❞

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hvllyclarke:

“the next person that tries to cut me in line for a coffee is going to get smacked upside the head. it is early, i am tired and it is monday. get it together, people. i need a damn croissant.”

            ❝ someone’s grouchy this morning ! do you just . . . wanna , take my coffee maybe ? because i love you so very much, and think you might need it more than i do. ❞

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frankiemoretti:

“That, Hadley Jane Morrison, would be correct,” Frankie joked and stretched an arm out to offer the girl a hug. He loved Hadley; she was a complete sweetheart and Frankie appreciated seeing her face pop up around and about town. “Ah, the science of social exchanges,” the guy sighed and pretended to walk away, but quickly returned with a smile and a nod. “Course I will, Huckleberry?” They weren’t too far away from the place after all, and Frankie loved the vibe that it had; the vibe of the whole city had meant that he’d never really been able to stay away for very long. “So, how’s that cat of yours? Still evil?”

           hadley gave frankie a sour expression before laughing brightly and throwing her arms around him for an enthusiastic hug. as he walked away , hadley rolled her eyes. she knew it was only a matter of time before one of them ceased their shenanigans and finally got them somewhere.  ❝ huckleberry’s great. ❞ she agreed , beginning to move in the appropriate direction to the bar. at frankie’s question , hadley briefly stuck her tongue out at him before giving a proper response. ❝ you think every cat is evil. but leopold is good. . . at least, his name is leopold this week. it changes based on how much of a demon he’s being. he’s honestly the worst.  - -  but how are you ? enough about my stupid cat ! ❞

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rvggeros:

he almost crumbles at the way she presses her cheek against his palm. breathing suddenly halted as he watches her, eyes wide and glossy, and he feels the strangest ache in the pits of his stomach. he’s been watching her for so long now, he can’t even imagine not being able to read her expressions. so he knows what she’s thinking, knows that there’s some sort of sadness that goes deeper than what she expresses. and it makes him hurt, too. because with the way she’s looking at him now, he can’t help but to think that he’s the one causing all of this pain - and for what? he wants to ask her again, what’s that face for? but he’s afraid of the real answer. when she reaches up to press her hands against his he finally exhales a sigh, eyes falling to the floor as he searches for the right words to say. his gaze flickers to celia, as if for guidance, any sort of help, but she looks upon them with unknowing eyes. finally, he looks back to her and turns his hand to clasp her fingers in his own - so small and fragile. — “i know,” he answers, voice soft, unsure. unsure of the consequences, unsure if this was right for them to go forward. he’d be an idiot to not know. hadn’t he always secretly known? and it was only because there was something there, in the back of his mind, any time she came over. anytime she’d play a song for him, or laugh a little too hard at a joke he’d made, or even anytime she fell asleep on the couch watching a random movie. he’d always known, because there’d been a nagging in the back of his mind for so long. — “i do, too,” he says, the need to say it out loud is unnecessary, their unspoken language has never failed them before. it won’t now. — “since the first night you came over, i think,” there’s a smile then, and he shakes his head. — “don’t cry. okay? i know.” he leans forward then, his free hand coming up to cup her jaw as he presses a kiss to her forehead. — “i hate seeing you cry.” 

              the silence hangs thick in the air and hadley finds herself unable to breathe. no matter the consequences , she’s said it. or . . .she’s gotten as close to saying it as she can muster. she was brave enough to say it , and for that she cannot fault herself. it needed saying. still , panic swirls within her . in her head , she can envision it all unraveling. an awkward silence , followed by an attempt to reconcile , and the eventually distancing of the two of them. she can envision the ending of it all - -  and the image petrifies her. he moves to hold her hand , and she lets out a breath , allowing her thumb to brush against the inside of his wrist. and then , he speaks. again , she exhales , relief and sadness manifesting themselves with the drop of her head. ❝oh. ❞ she mumbles , unsure of what should follow.  it wasn’t as if she had kept it a great secret. she had tried , but the stolen glances failed her. she wasn’t good at hiding - - she had wanted to be. he made it difficult. she sniffles , nodding her head as she returns her gaze to him. her lips twitch slightly , until a little smile of relief and that something else gives way on her lips. and then , she heard it - - ‘i do too.’ her heart stutters , and the twitch of a smile widens. head tilting to the side , she allows a breath of a laugh to pass between her lips. ❝ oh. ❞ she repeats , hoping that this is enough for him to understand. they’ve got a way about them. there isn’t much that needs explaining. they both always seem to know. ❝ me - - uh , me too. it’s been a while. ❞ she laughs shakily , the sound as unsure as she feels. she wants to weep, and laugh, and explain the very depth of everything she felt, but has no time for either before his lips find her forehead. her eyes shut , thumb tracing circles into his wrist , and she finds that she can breathe again. she’s glad he knows. she didn’t realize until this moment how much she wanted him to know. she rests like this for a moment , attempting to internalize and understand what had just transpired. ❝ i’ll get it together in like . . . two minutes. ❞ though this gray area was now basked in a new light of understanding , the territory was as unfamiliar as ever. she pulled back slightly so that her eyes could dart up to study his face. ❝ i don’t. . .i don’t really know what happens now. what do you think happens now ? ❞

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alrcbinson:

          “It really did, it’s making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like I have no responsibilities and the world is my big oyster…” Alice smiled. Naturally they were far fetching the whole description and where it laid, but it was a good muffin and they didn’t want the woman to feel overly awkward for making one of the worst jokes they had heard in a while. “Awh, that’s sad, usually Thursdays are the days that I take for eating muffins strangers give me. I like to like on the edge of maybe being poisoned at any time— this is not it, is it?”

          ❝ well , i’ll try my best. i’ll be that creepy muffin lady that just appears with pastries.   ❞ she laughed , shoving her hands in her pockets. at the question posed regarding the safety of the muffin, hadley crinkles her nose, waggling her brow.  ❝  well , if it was . . . would i admit to it ? probably not.  ❞

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rvggeros:

oliver’s eyes are settled on celia as the silence falls upon them, hand still squeezing her paw lovingly. it’s not something new, this silence, hadley and oliver don’t need to talk all the time to feel comfortable around one another, so he doesn’t think much of it. it isn’t until he steals a glance at her, as he usually does, does he notice the expression on her face. it’s a little hard to read, at first, but then it makes his heart stutter. there’s a yearning inside of him to reach out and pull her into him, wanting nothing more than to hug away any trace of sadness that can be seen on her face. he wants to pull her out of her mind, because sometimes hadley thinks too much, oliver knows this. but, there’s something that holds him back, and it makes him ball his free hand into a fist. returning his gaze to celia as hadley finally speaks, he shakes his head. — “why not?” he murmurs, the question genuine, honest, real. — “it should go to your head, i mean it,” he’s suddenly serious again, this time no hint of humour tugging at the corners of his expression as he turns to face her. his eyes find hers, and for a moment he falls silent, taking in a breath. — “i don’t need you to get me anything. i’m happy just having you here, hadley,” he uses her full name for emphasis. always called her ‘hads’ or ‘had’ and sometime ‘hadles’ but… never hadley. — “you should know that. i’m happiest just spending time with you,” the last of his sentence is more honest than he’d  expected it to be. it even surprises him, and then he feels that same feeling again, his throat suddenly seizing up as he coughs. and, on a whim (like everything else he does), he reaches out to her and presses his hand gingerly against the side of her head, offering a gentle smile as his thumb rubs her hair. — “what’s that look for?” 

           she wants him to stop. to stop talking to her in ways that make her head spin. - - & to stop looking at her in a way that makes her heart race. she wants to be less afraid of saying what she feels. hands fold and unfold together in her lap, her ceaseless fidgeting a method  of trying to quiet her dizzying train of thought , and the  words that are all but bursting from her mouth. ❝ i mean it, too. . .  ❞ she starts, before the silence between the swallows whatever was meant to follow. her brown eyes, glassy and wide, meet his, searching for an answer. he speaks, and she opens her mouth to interject , but the use of her full name silences her again. he means business. that lump in her throat makes an unfortunate reappearance as he continues. after doing this for so long, one would think that she would be better at hiding this. her lips press together , before she looks back at him and nods. ❝ me too.❞ she lets out a small hum of a noise. of course she’s the happiest spending time with him, too. perhaps that’s what holds her back from laying it all out on the table - - fear of altering that happiness for either of them. but it hurts her, all of this bottling up. it’s counterproductive to the person she’s trying to become again. someone who feels things unapologetically. oliver’s hand reaches out to touch her head, and her breath catches in her throat. if she were wiser, maybe, she’d pull back and compose herself . . . maybe use the simmering soup as an excuse to get it together in private. but she’s been so smart and so quiet for so long that she’s tired. tentatively, she turns her head slightly , leaning into the touch so that her cheek can rest lightly against his palm. he asks a question , and her exhaustion prevents her from answering wisely. she blinks several times, attempting to will away her watery eyes, before allowing a sad smile to tug at the corners of her lips.  she lifts her hand , resting her fingertips lightly against the back of the palm that cradles her cheek. she shrugs a bit, as if the answer is obvious. ❝  do you really not know ? ❞

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flowerpetalled:

“ugh, that’s the worst. it’s already hard enough dealing with normal people, i don’t know how to deal with jerks,” lily says with a slight pout, eyes falling to the bag in her hands. “i’ll look into it, maybe i can seduce them into being nicer to me if i really like it,” she jokes, letting a string of laughter slip past her lips. “just me! and maybe a room for a guest every now and again. you gotta sleep over the first night, i always get superstitious sleeping in a new place for the first night without anyone there. somethin’ my mom told me when i was younger,” she shudders. “she said it had something to do with the ghosts that lived in the house prior to the new owners… can’t really remember now but… i’m sure it was scary!” 

           ❝ i think we just have to kill ‘em with kindness , you know ? and then call each other to complain about it after the fact. ❞ hadley laughs at lily’s comment , shaking her head. ❝ i believe in you. see if you can get them to knock down my rent while you’re at it. ❞ she taps her fingers against her lips, as if she’s seriously considering the idea. ❝ well , obviously ! i’ll spook away any ghosts. i’m a famously scary person ❞

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rvggeros:

— “you read my mind,” his smile brightens at the thought of his house smelling of pine and cinnamon, fairy lights strung from every corner and a christmas tree put up far too soon. oliver thrives best in this atmosphere, the magical glow of winter, the fairy tale dream of christmas… everything seemed too good to be true for an artist like him - especially during these times. perhaps that’s why his expectations are hardly ever met; his head always in the clouds. he doesn’t question her on why they would be decorating his place together, just knows it’s part of something they do and he’d be a little upset if not. — “i’ll give celia to you, on one condition,” oliver turns to hadley then, suddenly serious, although it’s fake and there’s a laugh getting ready to burst free from within him. — “she lives here and you can only visit on the same times that you visit now,” so, basically, no difference. after he speaks he finally lets out his laugh, eyes crinkling as he shakes his head. — “a sweater is overrated, i’ll try and think out of the box for you,” he says with a firm nod, gaze returning to celia as he takes a hold of her outstretched paw. she makes no motion to move away from him, and he takes it as a small victory. — “we could go somewhere, then. maybe when you’re free. doesn’t have to be far away but it’d be nice to get out of the city for once, don’t you think?” oliver asks, thoughts of the two taking a road trip on an icy highway didn’t seem so safe, but he doesn’t want to take away from the fun aspect of the idea. so he pictures the road a little cleaner. — “just some first class world amazing hadley food. that’s all i need,” he smiles, eyes meeting hers. he means it, doesn’t need anything else in this world that he can’t just simply buy for himself. — “having you around is more than enough for me.”

            ❝  what do you think , girly?  ❞ hadley asks , leaning forward to run her fingers through white fur. ❝ if nothing about our arrangement changes except for the understanding that you’re actually my dog. ❞ she laughs , looking over to oliver before returning her full attention to the pup. ❝  what do we think about that , hmm ? ❞ she’s about two seconds away from peppering the dog’s nose with kisses , almost ensuring a sneeze from the animal , until oliver comments on her sweater. or rather , the hypothetical sweater. ❝ i dunno. it depends on how cozy the sweater is. those are priceless.  ❞ she looks affectionately towards celia’s paw , and perhaps unintentionally , the hand that holds it. ❝ that would be fun !  ❞ she bobs her head , nodding cheerfully as she speaks. it’s a fun thought , and she’s never one to turn down an adventure. she likes even more that she’s not the one proposing it. too often, she’s been the culprit of a poorly thought out , harebrained adventure. though, in her defense -- the memories made from those are sure to last. ❝  maybe once the city gets swarmed with the holiday tourists. we just . . . slip away for a bit. find something extra christmasy to do. i have an awesome christmas playlist. you’ll be astounded. let’s do it. ❞ hadley turns toward oliver as he finally comes around to answering her question, hugging her knees to her chest. the first half makes her smile , because it’s something she knows she can provide. she loves cooking , especially when she’s not the only one judging the recipes she tries. it’s more a hobby than a labor. she makes a mental note to pull out one of her grandma’s russian tea cakes recipes and make a batch for him in the coming weeks. it’s the second comment that gives her pause , drawing a lump to her throat. a flush of warmth runs through her , causing her to avert her gaze for a long moment. it’s jarring for the girl who so often battles her own struggle to be enough , to hear from someone that she is. that she’s more than enough, even. but it does something else , too - -  something dangerous. it makes her wonder if it’s not all in her head . . .this unspoken gray area. it causes her heartstrings to pull at her . . . urge her to say something. anything -- anything so that he knows. she clears her throat , and with it , replaces her mildly - sad ,  & slightly confused expression with a smile. 

          ❝  you , uh. you can’t say stuff like that to me !   ❞     there’s something in her gaze. an underlying sadness mingles with a continual struggle to keep what she feels inside , especially for someone who wears her heart on her sleeve. a fear of reading too much into his words. ‘ don’t say it if you don’t mean it. ‘  she wants to say. instead , she adds :                                              ❝  it’ll go right to my head.  ❞