𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 '𝑬𝑴 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳.

✶·˚.      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. ”

“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?”

        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.  ”  

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?”

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? ”

“ 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. ”

‘ 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 ? “

✶·˚.      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.  ”

“ 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, ”

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 .

“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.”

( @dsyjohnsons )

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. ”

“   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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✶·˚.       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?? ”

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.