𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 𝑮𝑳𝑶𝑾.

winter was not only kira’s favorite time of year, but it just so happened to be the girl’s busiest time of year. sure, bridal season was nearly as hectic for her. but everyone was drawn to her craftsmanship around this time of year. deciding to run a pop-up display of some of her sculptures at night, she was working to spread exposure for the event. noticing someone passing her by, she decided to swoop in and take her chances at handing them one of the many flyers that she had printed out. she slowly approached the woman, matching her pace. “um, excuse me miss.” she offered the other a bright and warm smile with the greeting. “i don’t want to be too much of a bother, i’m sure you’re very busy and all. but i was hoping you might take one of these flyers? you can recycle it later or pass it onto someone who might be interested -- but it’s for my first pop up gallery.” she offered one of the flyers out. “it’ll be taking place every friday through sunday around 6pm to 9pm until the week before christmas. all the ice sculptures aren’t for sale but i’m always open to privately commissioned works.”

it wasn’t typically common for natasha to stay up too late, but as time drew closer to midnight she was still seated in the study of the house that she shared with her fiance. the room was enveloped in silence, save for the occasional crackle provided by the fireplace. her eyes were brimming with tears as she scanned over the now slightly crumpled letter that she held. she had read over the same paragraph about five times now and she still couldn’t seem to grasp the haunting truth within the words. her concentration remained unwavering until she heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching, gaze flickering upward to land upon pierre. she cleared her throat before quickly brushing away a tear that had trickled down her cheek, lifting the note up slightly. “it’s…” her words trailed off momentarily. “it’s about andrei. he’s not dead, he’s alive.” the man that she had loved so many years ago who had gone missing wasn’t dead as everyone believed him to be. it was a rather bittersweet pill to swallow.

brooke was never open with her feelings for multiple reasons. but for some reason, she felt as if she had to voice every single one of her thoughts. even the ones that she knew that would be better kept in. her desire to begin spewing her thoughts grew stronger the moment she made her way down the hallway, connor coming into view. she was a bit relieved that no one was around except them, stopping in her tracks in front of him. “connor? how have you been doing lately? i’ve been thinking about you a lot.” she gave him a weak smile before reaching out to take hold of his hand, not caring too much about crossing potential boundaries.

a bit in a rush to get to the first college democrat meeting of the school semester, elliot didn’t expect to be stopped. he usually didn’t really bother stopping when someone called out to him, typically only waving his hand out of acknowledgment and telling them that he would text them later. but hearing his name being called caused elliot to freeze in his tracks, a strange sensation occurring. it was an overwhelming feeling that he could only compare to an orgasm. he tried his best to keep in a moan, slowly managing to turn toward the familiar source of his name being called. “lance…? what are you doing here?” his voice was breathless sounding.

while clara typically enjoyed events that were organized by the town, she was in no mood for the party she found herself stuck at. she would have never come if it hadn’t been for her parents practically demanding that she do so. they needed to pretend that they were a semi-functioning family unit. before she had arrived at the dance, her mother decided to throw a fit and ended up pulling clara into the middle of it all. one wrong answer led to the woman snatching the journal that sat in the girl’s lap and tossing it into the fire. a scream passed her lips as she experienced the heart-wrenching pain of watching the pages burn. all the dreams she had about nikon were written down in it. it was the only proof that she had that she hadn’t imagined the relationship she had developed. years of dreams were gone. all that was left was a boy who shared the same appearance and name as the other and a thousand questions. she was leaning against the balcony outside the town hall when she heard footsteps approaching, not even needing to look over her shoulder to figure out who it was. “go away, you’re the last person that i want to see right now.”

even though veronica was in a committed relationship and there was nothing about that she wanted to change, she was ultimately still a teenager who enjoyed having fun. sometimes having fun meant ignoring any consequences that might come along with making drunken rash decisions. having a few too many drinks, veronica found herself ignoring the world outside the house party being thrown at cheryl blossom’s house. this meant silencing her phone and ignoring any possible urgent text messages. she found herself wrapped up in a game of seven minutes in heaven much like she had the moment she arrived in sparkwood, fully intending to stand there awkwardly with archie andrews for seven minutes straight. instead, he had decided to make a move on her and she went with it. with a clear mind, it would have never been something she would have considered. when the door to the closet opened, archie was left with smears of her lipstick on his face and neck and the sight earned some wolf whistles. though veronica’s eyes unexpectedly locked with a familiar face, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. “--this isn’t what it looks like.” the weakest excuse in the book.

i’m really craving a specific plot for alec that’s similar to the korean movie method. in which alec falls for an older actor that he’s working with in a play but that older actor just so happens to be married. alec spends a lot of his time trying to lowkey seduce the other and it works out. the two have a secret affair but after a while, alec gets tired of keeping things secret because his feelings are so serious so he leaks information about them online anonymously. which of course leads to utter chaos. YEET.

without little warning, a bright yellow business card was extended into the others face. a bright smile curled onto the lips of the boy who held the cardstock like material between two fingers, eyes lighting up the moment gazes were connected. “i couldn’t help but notice that you look like you might need some help of sort some.” becoming the king of hoarding part-time jobs, it just made sense for him to go out on his own and set up a service where he could be his own boss. “i can do anything you need me to do from running errands to fixing tires, no task is too impossible.” a pause. “--unless you want me to bury a body, i might have up my fee just a little.” he teased, hoping they might see the humour in it.