#because someone like oliver is a once in a lifetime occurrence
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why did no one tell me call me by your name is a horror movie
#this is not a joke i was feeling true fear and disgust and despair throughout#my anxiety when elio started crying was at an all time high i felt like i was about to see someone get murdered#i have no idea what the creators intentions were but to me this felt like an accurate depiction of grooming#its the way oliver makes him think ELIO is the one who started all of this#he pretends to reject him because he knows elio will come back for more#and we find out later oliver WAS touching him on purpose to test the waters#and he was making elio think he was going out partying when really he was alone#INSIDIOUS !!!!#and the parents are the strongest source of anxiety for me#they want to do right by their son and be supportive#but THEY invited oliver into their home. they helped him pursue their son#they gave implicit permission for them to be together#and when it ended his dad told him to hold onto those feelings forever#because someone like oliver is a once in a lifetime occurrence#its sooo crazy my jaw was dropping every 5 minutes i swear#i don't think it would feel this crazy if it weren't so mainstream#with the mainstream opinion being sooo different to what i took away from the movie#wow. crazy stuff truly#š¬
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Ā survey by pichu4850
What color do you think of when I say...
Anger? Red, or a really bright red-orange.
Confusion? Gray.
Inspiration? Sky blue. Both word and color give off calming vibes to me.
Shy? Something like an off-white shade, and maybe even pastel pink.
Agony? Olive green was the first color to come to mind, though I have no idea why.
Sleep? Dark blue, like the night sky.
Chipper? Yellow.
Beautiful? Red, the way roses are.
Morning? Light blue or yellow.
Would you rather be named...
Andrea or Aimee? Andrea.
Emily or Erica? Emily. I know an Erycka that Iām not too fond of, so this is an easy pass.
Kelsey or Casey? Casey, though Iād mix up my name a bit and have it be pronounced and spelled as Cassie.
Madeleine or Marina? Eh, not really a fan of either but Iād mos likely go for Madeleine.
Alec or Aaron? Alec.
Ryan or Ross? Not a fan of both names as well though Iād probably go with Ryan, but only as a feminine name.
Dylan or Daniel? Dylan.
Jack or Jordan? I guess Jack, if I have to pick.
Gabriel or Gavin? Gabriel.
How often do you...
Brush your teeth? Once or twice a day.
Eat breakfast? Twice a week, during weekends; though sometimes Iāll end up skipping it for an entire week altogether.
Check your email? I literally never check my personal email anymore after having gotten hired, but I know I should quit that habit and check it every once in a while just in case an intriguing opportunity might come my way. My work email is a different story; I have to use it everyday. I open my emails even during weekends so that when I report to my shift on Monday, my Gmail wonāt look as clogged.
Go to the mall? When quarantine protocols loosened up a bit I used to go either on Saturdays or Sundays for some me time as well as some much-needed time away from the house, for the sake of my mental health and sanity. But now that weāre going through another surge in cases, no oneās allowed to go out again and malls are back to just keeping the essential stores open.
Go to the beach? A few times a year, at least before the pandemic. I havenāt been to the beach since 2019.
Play card games? Only happens once in a blue moon, when I get together with friends and someone happens to bring a deck of cards. This isnāt a usual occurrence with any of my friend groups, though.
Have at least 20 minute phone calls? Never. I have 20-minute Google Meet and Zoom calls instead.
Paint your nails? They are never painted.
Wish you were happier? Every now and then.
Did you ever want to be...
A veterinarian? Yes, when I was younger. I once stumbled upon an interview with a horse vet on one of my kidās almanacs and thought what they did was so cool.
An astronaut? Yup, definitely became a big obsession of mine at one point in my childhood. I still think it would be cool to go to outer space and should the opportunity ever become accessible in my lifetime, I wouldnāt want to miss out on it.
An artist? Not really. I knew from the get go I wasnāt meant to be one.
A school teacher? I would guess yes, but I definitely wasnāt as interested in teaching compared to being an astronaut or like a firefighter.
A housewife? Lmfao yeah. This was the answer I would give when I was like 8 up until I was probably 10 and I knew it stressed out my Asian mother big time. My grandpa got a kick out of it, though.
A firefighter? Yes. This was up there with astronaut.
A princess? Not so much.
A lawyer? I definitely considered law for a brief period, but it was already during my latter college years. There wasnāt enough time to mull over it. But hearing all the law school horror stories from my friends kind of made me relieved I didnāt push through with it; I knew I wasnāt passionate enough about law to want to go through all the hardships that come with law school, so I was fine letting that dream go, and still am.
A doctor? This was never a dream of mine.
Would you consider yourself...
Materialistic? Yes.
Pessimistic? It comes out occasionally, but I donāt think itās a main trait of mine that people would generally see me as.
Avoidant? Not so much. I can be shy and anxious sometimes but I get over it at some point.
Sarcastic? Only occasionally. I wouldnāt say I speak the language.
Talkative? Definitely not. I hate being in the spotlight, and whenever itās my turn to share a story or talk in a group I usually have the tendency to rush through it or make it as short as possible so as to return the spotlight on someone else. Iāve always been more of a listener.
Strange? Maybe not strange but weird to an extent?
Intelligent? I guess in some ways.
Lucky? In some ways I am, but I also got handed the short end of the stick in other contexts.
In the next twenty-four hours, will you...
Talk to someone you care about? Probably. I talk to at least one friend a day.
Go to work? Yep, Iāll finally be going back to work since the Holy Week break is over. My workaholic self felt kinda unsettled with all the free time, so Iām actually kinda relieved.
Go to school? Iām not in school anymore.
Be in a different city? Nope, itāll be working from home for me like usual. We were initially allowed to book visits to the office if we really needed to go there to pack some goodies and stuff, but because of re-heightened Covid protocols our admin has once again prohibited anyone to go there for the meantime.
Read a book? I highly doubt it. I havenāt read any in months.
Watch a movie? Nope. Itāll be a Monday coming from a 4-day break, so it will be incredibly busy tomorrow as there would be a lot to catch up on.
Go to a dentist/orthodontist appointment? No, I wonāt.
Do your laundry? My parents probably will seeing as our hamper was nearly full the last time I checked.
True or False: Family...
I have two brothers or more. I only have one brother.
My mom lives with me. This is technically true but isnāt phrased right in my case. Iām currently living with my parents.
My grandparent(s) live with me. No, we moved out of our duplex (where I did use to live with my grandparents) well over a decade ago.
I have half-siblings. Donāt have any.
I am the oldest in my family. Eldest child, that is.
I am an only child. I have two other siblings.
I have 15 cousins I can name off the top of my head. Easily. My first cousins are less than 15 in total, but I know a good number of my second and third cousins as well so this is a cakewalk.
The nearest Aunt or Uncle lives less than an hour away from me. The aforementioned duplex we moved out of is just at the next village; we didnāt move too far so that we can continue visiting them.
True or False: Food...
I am allergic to chocolate. Iām not, fortunately. Iām not crazy about chocolate but Iād be pretty miserable if I could never have it either.
I like vegetables more than fruit. Infinitely more, hahaha. I hate fruits.
I have tried pizza dipped in ranch sauce. Ranch isnāt a very common dressing where Iām from, so itās not usually offered in restaurants. Given the chance, though, Iād definitely try my pizza with ranch at least once.
I've never eaten kiwi fruit. True, but then again Iāve never eaten most fruits and donāt plan to.
I love junk food.
I love to try new food.
Ketchup goes best with fries (chips). I donāt like ketchup and barely put it on anything.
I like fried rice. I havenāt met an Asian who doesnāt like fried rice.
I can prepare dinner for myself (using a stove or oven).
I hate sushi.
How many...
Pairs of shoes do you have? A little over 10, maybe? I donāt feel like counting in my head rn.
Songs do you have on your music player? I donāt have a music player anymore.
Hours of sleep did you get last night? Around 4.
Times have you had alcohol? Like, ever since I started drinking when I was 18? I never kept track lmao but if I would guess, maybe around 50-60 times? Iām not a regular drinker; I drink probably once or twice a month at most.
Books have you read/started reading in the past month? None.
Windows in your house/apartment are open? I know my parents and sister have their windows open at the moment, so thatās 2. Mine are usually open as well, but Iāve turned on my aircon so Iāve closed them for the night.
Pets do you have? 2.
Kids do you have/want to have? Iād cut it off a a maximum of 3 kids, but having just 1 would already be so nice.
Minutes does it take to get from your home to school or work? I work from home, but in the two times I went to the actual office it took anywhere between 45 minutes to an hour.
Have you ever...
Spilled a cup of grape juice on the carpet? I donāt think Iāve ever even encountered grape juice in my entire life.
Played spin the bottle? I donāt think Iāve ever played this. My friends and I usually resort to truth or dare.
Played Twister? Yes, and there are many fond memories that come with it as well. So when I was 7 years old I befriended Katreen, and her mom and mine hit it off instantly so they started this arrangement where every Friday, her mom picked me and my sister up from school along with Katreen and her sisters, and weād stay for several hours at their place until my mom would pick us up. Her mom was an amazing host and every week weād play Twister, watch Pokemon, read books together, etc; anything to keep us comfortable and entertained.
Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing? Itās bound to happen every now and then.
Walked out of a movie because it was horrible? Iāve gotten this feeling a few times but I always stayed in my seat because I paid for the damn ticket.
Given the finger to someone on the street? Oh most definitely, as well as drivers passing by. And itās always been towards men that are being disgusting pigs.
Been so sad/angry that you started laughing? Sure.
Been in a wedding? Yes, but I only got invited as a kid since I was usually picked to be one of the flower girls. I havenāt been to a family wedding since 2007.
Been in a situation where you almost died? Probably not died but almost substantially injured, sure.
Misc...
Are you stressing out about anything right now? Just worried about the deluge of tasks that will inevitably come at me tomorrow but knowing how easygoing my bosses are, I know Iāll be able to ease up soon enough.
Do you think before acting or act before thinking? I used to be the latter but I now see the importance of first considering possible consequences of or how others would be affected by my actions.
Do you act upon your emotions and instinct, or logic and reasoning? Again, I used to be one of these, this time the former. Now that Iām at a much more stable and peaceful place in my life I try not to let my emotions get the best of me.
What are some personality traits you find appealing in a potential partner? I had a number of negative experiences in my last relationship so forgive me for scraping the bottom of the barrel when it comes to my expectations lmaaaao ā Iād love for someone to be sensitive to my needs and feelings, and for them to be able to own up to their mistakes or hurtful habits and know how to apologize and be open to changing if itās for their self-improvement.
How have you changed as a person in the last 5 years? I tolerate less bullshit now. I think Iāve also grown to be happier and a lot more stable, emotionally. I also have a better sense of what I want out of life and where I want to be, and Iāve also learned to be more sociable and open up to people.
If you could do anything you wanted right this moment, what would it be? Order sushi :(
Is there anyone you can totally relax and be yourself around? Yes, thatās what my friends are for. If I canāt feel comfortable around my friends, Iād view that as a problem.
Did you ever wanted to say something to someone, didn't, and regretted it? No.
Are you scared about the future? Iām scared of the idea of not meeting some of my goals, like having a family; but Iām also excited about what the future could bring me.
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Lightning in a Bottle
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Chapter 2: Re-Entry
April 13th, 2014
Flight eight two eight had taken off from Jamaica without incident and they had been in flight for a few hours now. They were probably nearing New York by now and he smiled at his son, who had his headphones on and was watching a movie. He glanced over at Emma and rolled his eyes.
"MM's not wrong," he mentioned. She gave him an annoyed look at that.
"Don't start," she warned. He sighed.
"Say yes to Killian. Get married, have a honeymoon, and be happy. Trust me, it's the best thing ever," he said. She sighed and kept looking at the ring. She closed the box and was about to send a text to her boyfriend that would make him very happy when the plane shuddered. The distress didn't stop there though and they suddenly experienced an intense amount of turbulence. So much so that a laptop belonging to another young woman slipped off her tray and busted. David clutched his son tightly, wondering if the worst might be happening. But after a few harrowing minutes, the turbulence seemed to end fairly quickly and the plane lights came up again.
"Sorry about that, folks...we hit a bit of turbulence, but we came through it just fine. We ask that you remain seated with your seat belts on though and we should be coming into New York shortly," the Captain said. David breathed a sigh of relief and checked his phone, intending to text his wife. But he frowned, as he found he had no service.
"Seriously? No service?" Emma asked.
"Same," he said, as the flight attendant picked up the laptop a few seats back.
"I'm sorry, I hope there was nothing important on that," she apologized. The woman sighed.
"Not at all...just a lifetime of research and work," the woman commented, but still managed a kind smile for the flight attendant. It wasn't her fault, after all. She moved on and kept attending to the passengers, who started to get restless. They were obviously in New York airspace, but seemed to be doing circles in the sky instead of landing.
"What is going on?" Emma wondered, but she was answered when the pilot came back over the intercom.
"Sorry folks, we're going to be a bit longer. I'm afraid we've been diverted upstate," the Captain told them. There were sighs and groans from many, but their plane soon landed a little while later. Emma noticed that the airport appeared to be much smaller and possibly military, which was a bit disturbing.
"What is it?" David asked.
"I'm...I'm not sure yet," she replied, as the pilot came over the intercom again.
"Ladies and Gentlemen...I'm afraid we've been asked to disembark the plane on the tarmac," the pilot announced.
"Coolā¦" Henry said, as David looked at his sister.
"Okay...this is officially weird," Emma said, as they did as they were told and found themselves in a cluster before what looked like some government officials, all one hundred and twenty passengers.
"Ladies and Gentlemen...can I please have your attention," a shorter man in a suit said, as he stepped forward. It was a bit odd, because he didn't strike David as someone that was with the government. He didn't look like he belonged at all with the others, but then the government was known for bringing in outside contractors to deal with situations that were beyond their specialties. Though David couldn't ascertain what situation they were supposedly embroiled in.
He thought, at first, maybe there was a fugitive on board or something. But that was not at all what this felt like and the passengers were starting to get restless.
"What's going on?" David asked.
"Yeah...what's with all the covert crap?" Emma asked. The man before them allowed himself a small smile. Less than sixty seconds and two leaders had already clearly emerged in all this. He had no idea exactly what was going on, but he had been fascinated by it all the moment the news had broken. This was what he had been waiting for and why he was called in. He was a master of the unknown and unexplained. And finally, there was a true mystery he could sink his teeth into. If this was what he thought it to be...it was life altering and world shattering. Nothing was going to be the same.
"I'll answer your questions, but first...I have one for you, Mr. Nolan," the man said in an accented voice, as he looked at his copy of the manifest, which was complete with photo identification.
"Fine, but maybe you can tell us who the hell you are?" David countered. The man allowed himself another small smirk.
"My name is Roman Gold and I have been brought in to...consult on this most significant occurrence," he said.
"And my question to all of you is...what day do you think it is?" he asked. David and Emma exchanged a glance and then looked back at him.
"It's April 13th," David answered.
"Of what year?" he asked, causing David to narrow his gaze at him suspiciously.
"It's 2014...what the hell is this?" Emma asked.
"I'm sorry, but you are both wrong. Today, is November 11th, 2019 and all of you...have been missing for five and a half years," he announced, stunning them all to speechlessnessā¦
~*~
What happened next was endless hours of questions for which the NSA wanted answers for and the passengers had none to give. The most brutal questioning, of course, came for the Captain, who was just as perplexed as the passengers. But it was clear to him that the NSA held him suspect in the entire situation. They always blamed the Captain. He had been one long enough to know that.
David was extremely agitated in his interview as well. Since the moment he heard that he had been gone five and a half years, all he could think about was taking Henry and getting home to Margaret and Olive.
"Look...I don't know what you want from me. You say it's been five years, but it was only hours to us. But if it really has been that long...I need to get home to my wife," David insisted.
"As you can imagine, a plane reappearing out of nowhere after five and a half years is quite a story. Once the story hits the press, we will be consumed by an unprecedented media storm," Gold warned.
"I don't care! You don't understand and this is going to sound corny and sappy, but I need to get to my wife. I need to get our son to her. I need to get to my daughter. If it really has been that long...then they deserve nothing less. My wife and I...we don't do well apart," he explained, as he started to tear up.
"She's...she's my soulmate and I'm hers. It's been only a few hours for me and I miss her so badly that it hurts my heart! Can you imagine what she must be feeling?" he asked.
"Mr. Nolanā¦" the African American man, Vance, whom he had learned was the director of the NSA and the man that had brought Gold into consult, started to say. But Gold put his hand up, signaling him to stop. Normally, he couldn't imagine the director of the NSA allowing himself to be silenced by anyone, but he seemed to go quiet for this man. This Roman Gold seemed to command power over this whole thing.
"I understand and you'll soon be going home to your fair wife, but these questions are necessary. The plane disappeared, none of you aged a day, and five years later...you're back. Naturally, we must know what happened," Gold stated.
"So that's it? Are we all going to be put in some government lab to be poked and prodded like some lab rats?" David hissed. Gold allowed himself another smirk. He liked this one and there was something about him. Out of all the passengers, somehow it was clear that this would be the family to watch.
"No, Mr. Nolan...there will be no locking up anyone and soon, you'll all be going home. The story is going to break momentarily and soon, many families will be showing up to claim loved ones. I have no doubt that your fair Margaret will be among them," Gold said.
"Can I have a word with you?" Vance hissed, as he stood up and went to speak to him out of earshot.
"We are not cleared to release these people into the public. This is a matter of national security," Vance whispered
"Then you had better clear it up quickly, director...because while some may have moved on with their lives and left these loved ones behind, there will be those that run here at top speed when they hear," Gold said.
"There is no stopping any of this now and since we cannot find an actual crime here, you cannot lock up innocent people against their will," he continued.
"Oh, I suppose you can and have the power to do so, but I don't advise it. I will say that if we want answers...then releasing them is the only option," he added. Vance didn't look at all comfortable with that idea, but did not deny any of it. Gold was right
~*~
Her breathing came in ragged gasps, as she flew out of the car the moment they were admitted through the gates. Her eyes scanned the tarmac and her feet pounded the pavement, as she ran inside the terminal like she had never run before. She saw him and everything else around her faded away. It was true. He had come back to her. The news reports were calling it impossible and some even suggested it was something to be fearful of. But to her...this was nothing short of the greatest miracle she could have ever imagined.
"DAVID!" she called and his head turned to her, as he ran to scoop her into his arms. At that point, she became a sobbing mess, as she never thought she'd know the feel of being in his arms again. When they finally pulled back, with her still sobbing almost uncontrollably, he finally pressed his lips to hers and everything was right again in her world with just that one gesture.
When they finally parted, she saw her son there, still ten-years-old, just as Olive and Robert caught up to them.
"Momā¦" Henry said, as she knelt down and started sobbing once again. She hugged him tightly and looked to the sky, thanking whatever deity or force had made this possible.
~*~
"DAVID!"
The sound of her voice made his heart skip a beat. It always had and always would. He scooped her up, as she began sobbing against his shoulder. It was finally hitting him that, while it had only been hours for him, it had been five years for her and he couldn't imagine how hard it had been for her. When he finally pulled back to look at her, seeing the pain behind the happiness and relief in her eyes nearly crushed him. But he took her in his arms again, as she always told him that it helped her in their worst of times, and pressed his lips against hers in the most passionate kiss ever. As always, when they were together, everyone else faded away.
Finally, their lips parted and he watched her with tears in his eyes, as she sobbed and took their son in her arms. As he turned his head though, it was his turn to nearly break down crying, as his little girl stood before him, five years older than just a few hours ago.
"Oliveā¦" he uttered, as she sniffed.
"Dadā¦" she cried, as he hugged her tightly, stunned to speechlessness and he cradled her head. His father hugged them next and he looked around. He expected Killian to be there for Emma, but he wasn't. He could see the questions in his baby sister's eyes, but she said nothing.
"Oh Emmaā¦" Margaret gushed, as she pulled back from a hug with her and the shorter, raven haired beauty held onto her best friend tightly for a few moments. There were so many questions, but they were a family again and no matter what others suggested, their return was nothing short of a miracle to the Nolan family.
The ride home was surreal and he felt trepidation, as it seemed there were already news vans camped out near their house. That was going to be fun. He hoped it faded quickly, but he knew better than that. Planes that disappeared didn't just come back with one hundred and twenty missing people after five years. Honestly, he didn't really know what to think. But he knew that was hard for people to swallow. He saw the fear and skepticism in people's eyes already. Except in Margaret's. His wife honestly didn't care how or why they were suddenly back. She had them back and she was taking it as a second chance. They still had a lot to talk about, but that would come. Love was the easy part for them, so everything else would come and they would face it together.
The house looked mostly the same, with a few minor differences, but it didn't seem like his wife had changed much at all. They had so much to figure out now. He obviously had no job anymore and would have to now find one. He had a feeling that the Universities out there might be reluctant to hire a dead man.
But firstly, tomorrow they would need to return to the hospital and unfortunately have Henry evaluated. The cancer was still very real and he had no idea how they were going to deal with it now, especially his wife. Why did she get to have him back if only to soon lose him again? No one should be expected to lose a child once, let alone twice and he ached for her in that respect. He honestly didn't know how they were going to survive it, even together.
After they got the kids to bed, mainly their son, they retired to their bedroom and he admired the family photos that lined the hallway on the way there. She had never taken them down and there was no trace of anyone else. He was both relieved and curious about that.
"You have questions," she surmised.
"Reading my mind as always?" he teased and she smiled back.
"We always seem to be able to do that with each other and if I have to guess...you're wondering why I haven't moved on or if there was ever anyone else," she said. He looked down.
"I wouldn't blame you. If I really was gone...I'd want you to be happy again," he told her.
"I know...but I already got my one happy ending with you," she said, as she closed the distance between them.
"Not many girls get to say they got the fairy tale...but I did and nothing could ever top it," she replied.
"I did try dating after a couple years, mostly so people would just stop pushing me. But none of them were you and it was so awkward and weird," she explained.
"It was never like that with usā¦" she said, as she caressed his face.
"If you're worried that I've somehow forgotten what it was to be us...or that my love for you is somehow out of practice...you can stop worrying," she whispered and he let out a breath of relief he hadn't known he was holding.
"Because I never moved on and I never will. I know they're are things going on that we don't understand and this isn't going away. But I don't care about any of it. I just care that I got you back and I'm not going to waste any time with this second chance," she said, as he crushed his lips against hers. They pulled back from the kiss and she lifted his arms, so he could pull her blouse over her head. Their lips met again and she undid the buttons on his shirt, quickly divesting him of the offending garment. Her heart skipped a beat, as he swept her into his arms, something he had always done and something she thought was forever lost to her, and carried her the short distance to the bed. Their marriage bed. The bed that had been cold and lonely for five and a half long years. But that long, agonizing time was at an end and he had defied time, space, the laws of physics and even death to find her again. Everyone else in the world was fixated on the how and why, but she could care less. Her wish had become reality and even if it meant that their lives would never be normal again, she didn't care as long as she could spend the rest of her life in his arms. Whatever awaited them out in the world could wait, for they would deal with it and face it together. But tonight, the world would be shut out and only their reignited love and passion mattered at that moment.
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Black Sun Tale | Ten Dollars
alright, here we go yāall
remember that this is a first draft and iāve only barely edited it, but comments and reception is heavily appreciated!
(also @rhyseoshaughnessy because they said to) --- There is always a time in someoneās life thatās the lowest, itās a given. Those who break down from their faults and failures, ones who are toyed with to the point of numbness, the occurrences are common to an individualās extent.Ā
However, ultimately the question is how to break away from the cycles, and it takes lifetimes for some to realize.Ā
It all boils down to the differences in people and what they want to achieve in the end. Though for some that desire is left unknown, or they were left with no certain answers, including Oliver Holguin.Ā
The day lengthened in time for Oliver by the early morning as per usual. His tired eyes slowly waking as he played through repeated melodies. Practicing throughout the nights, the song ringing out from the ukulele was beautiful to the ears. And as he continued onwards, his sight began to lighten up the bedroom.Ā
āAs lovely as you are, I will have to go,ā He sang with whispers tickling his throat. His bed-hair blocked him from catching somebody in the corner of his eyes, though the light greeted him with a shelf of books and a tablet on a nightstand instead of the man.
The complicated tabs and chords flew by with his fingers. The ease of the song left him concluding his mastery. āIām sorry to let you down.ā He rung the last lyrics and strings leaving the room in echoing silence. Taking a moment of pause, he placed the ukulele back to the side. He stood up from his bed. His sore legs fumbled together to go and grab a charger. His tablet turned on to a low percentage once he connected the two together.Ā
I need to stop using this at night, he thought while he searched for a tablature site. He pulled back his auburn bangs to read better, scrolling through lists of songs to learn. āā¦ I need to find a new site too.ā His voice croaked with soreness.
He sighed, letting the device charge. He stretched his joints in a yawn and walked out of his room. His left arm pounded asking for a scratch and reminded him to check the bathroom. The early morning traffic blasted noise through the apartment when he scavenged the cabinet filled with multiple vitamins and medicine.Ā
His tiny arms tried to recognize the feeling of what he wanted, and he debated on just getting a stool considering his height. However, he finally reached what he was looking for and opened the cap.Ā
Crap. The ointment cream container held almost nothing. āI have to get more before she finds out,ā he muttered. His eyes stuck on the little bottle for seconds until putting it back in its place, ignoring his irritating arm, as well as his always ignored stomach.
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Oliver sat on his living room couch, doodling on schoolwork and watching television. The velvet cushions pinched him by his skin in discomfort, though heād been adjusted for years. Cartoons played on an overpriced T.V. as background noise with the occasional screech harming the boyās ears. He worked with barely a care, only thinking once a question tugged his head hard. Eventually, to no avail he had to turn the entertainment off. What the hell is up with kid shows nowadays, he scowled.
Checking the clock, the arrows pointed to be ten in the morning. Oliver yawned. Twenty minutes of sleep couldnāt cope with boredom. However, from the amount of āgood sleepā he had gain from the past days, some rest could be assuring.Ā Ā
He laid down, resting his body to the cushions he sat on. His mind rang until it blurred, nothing will happen, right?
His heavy eyes shut in only half a second.Ā
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The sound of soft sizzles woke Oliver up. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up to see his mother standing in the kitchen across the room.Ā
āSeems like you were tired?ā
Smile, smile. āYeah, I slept a little late last night by accident.ā He scratched his head while forcing a chuckle.
She cut up vegetables from the counter, assuring him, āYou know thatās alright. It wasnāt even a school night.āĀ
The crunch of the plants getting cut up could be heard all the way from where Oliverās mother stood. Oliver himself checked the time again to find the clock pointed only a half hour after five. Dear god that was a long time. āHow come you came home early,ā he irked.
āMy last patientās parents called in and said that she wouldnāt come today so my boss said I could take the rest of the day off. Hope sheās alright, though.ā She placed her knife down to go and walked over to him.Ā
āYouāre talking about Lavinia, right?ā
She sat with him. āYeah, the one with her phone.ā
Oliver eyed her, āDidnāt you say that sheās been starting to act weird?ā
āMhmā¦,ā she drifted, āBut you donāt have to worry about that,ā she messed Oliverās hair with her hands.Ā
āStop!ā Oliver moved her hand away sluggishly, giving a warm smile to her satisfaction. Though her own chortles told him that he did all right.Ā
She stood up again, shifting back to what she did prior. āSo now that Iām back early, do you want to go somewhere?ā
Oliver shrugged, āWe can go out somewhere if you want, where do you wanna go?ā
āOliver, itās your choice, not mine. Donāt you want to hang out with a friend from school?ā She opened the refrigerator, taking out prepped meat. āYour teachers say you get along with them but you never mention anybody to me.ā
āItās fine, Mom. Theyāre just kind ofā¦ā He avoided her eyes, āpeople that I wouldnāt hang out with privately.ā He tried to laugh it off though his motherās eyes sent concern instead.Ā
āIs this about Rowan and Ann? Because you know that that kind of stuff isnāt common-ā
āMom, that was three years ago, I barely remember it.ā Thatās a lie. āThey arenāt the reason. Heck, I didnāt even get along with my class when I skipped a grade.ā
āWell,ā she placed the meat in a heated pan, āyouāre almost eleven and youāre still cooped up in the house all the time.ā The meat sizzled in the oil. The scent flowed through the air as they spoke.
āNo, Iām not,ā Oliver scoffs, āI go out to walkā¦ sometimes at least.ā
His mother clicked her tongue, shaking her head. āI have to check up on you more often.ā Oliverās eyes widened. āIāll bring you somewhere later today after I get some paperwork done.ā
The boyās eyes lowered without facing her. āThanks, but you really donāt have to bring down work. Uh, your patients really like you, donāt they?ā
āBut I should be taking care of my only kid, shouldnāt I-ā
āTheyāll miss you,ā he interjected, squeezing his vocal tone to be reliable. āBesides, you can get more money to pay the mortgage here faster doing so.ā
āStop making smart words with me.ā A click in the stove caught Oliverās ears. āAnyways, foodās ready.ā
After setting plates and utensils, they ate together in a plain table of shiny marble. The meat turned out to be pork chops, and the taste would have been mouthwatering.Ā
āAh, this came out perfectly. Hope you like it.ā She beamed, taking another bite in the process.Ā
Oliver cut off another piece, biting his lip. āYeah, itās great like always, Mom.ā
āYou really need to invite a friend over sometime,ā she exclaimed. āItās not fun only cooking for you and me.ā
He looked down at the food, sighing, āNo clue when thatāll happen.ā
They went to venture through stores after lunch, only for Oliver asking to leave an hour in.
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Oliver skimmed through video posts online, scrolling past multiple in his disinterest. Crying sweats sank through his skin, though he ignored the occasional occurrence. Chirps of his mother babbling at her friendsā calls echoed through the apartment like every other night while Oliver listened in the back of his head.
āNo! Jamie, youāre getting the wrong idea,ā she snorted. āHeāll bring someone home at some pointā¦ hopefully.ā The sight of her crooked smile could be imagined by Oliver in a mere second.Ā
The redhead placed his tablet to the side of his undone bed. A deep breath was enough to function himself, same went for staring at the dull ceiling.Ā
His mind dimmed from his usual racing thoughts, taking time to go at a complete blank. His hearing and sight blurred spacing out. His eyes continued to close and open, the emptiness making it difficult to keep his eyes open wide. To stay awake, he raised his hand towards the ceiling, using any muscle he had to keep it up. The warm air of the heater blew against his arm and long-sleeve. With every joint and wrinkle on his fingers, all he could observe with thought was his skin, which had paled from his constant brown.Ā
āDamn.ā Oliver clenched his hand. The arm fell down as he hopped out of his bed to the rugged floor with his bare feet. The room was already heated for Oliver, though his decision was an exception to the discomfort. Picked up from an unused chair, the boy dressed himself in a crimson cardigan dangling down to his knees. As he fitted the oversized attire, he nabbed his tablet back to his hands and sat on the floor. āThisāll probably be better,ā he slurred.
Reloading the site, a certain video caught Oliverās eyes:
Alexa Katzmann Found Dead Indoors from Area Death. The thumbnail of news made Oliverās eyes widen, his cold sweats rising as he clicked with doubt.Ā
The reporter stated the repeated script about area deaths. Of course, nobody could find the real reason of the death like always. While the woman explained the exact story, the camera panned at the body. Alexa was about five as the news said, daughter of a celebrity, though they censored enough appropriately.Ā Ā
However, what played over Oliverās screen made his heart beat faster, louder.Ā
Alexaās stomach had been ripped out, blood scattering all over against her clothes and pale skin. Everyone in the room stepped on the organs without realizing they were there. Nobody could see the same scene Oliver viewed.Ā
He muttered to himself as the video continued to play, āNo, no, noā¦ā His breathing grew as his throat continued to burn from the air and panic.Ā
āThis is the first report where an area death has occurred indoors.ā Stop saying anything. He stopped the video and tossed over his tablet as his mind raced for answers.Ā
His scratched his arm over and over, his heart pounding over his ears to the point of needing to scream. āWhen?ā He barely breathed out. āWhen did-? ā
Oliver looked around his room. Now. He jumped at his ukulele case in a split second, unzipping it in barely any time. Fuck the ointment. He reached for an inner pocket, unzipping it until he heard a voice.Ā
āYou really do get scared quick, huh?ā The voice stung obnoxiously, making Oliver pause and enter back to reality.Ā
Oliver twisted his head, still shaking from the previous seconds. His mind already clicked together who it was, however. A taller figure stood right behind him, leaning against the wall with hands behind his back. The manās messily styled hair and dirty trench coat brought more memory to who he was. The boy took a gulp before completely coming back to his senses.Ā
āā¦ Why are you here now, Vittorino?ā
Vittorino shrugged, popping out of the wall and walking towards him. āI was bored. āWanted to see what you were doing.ā His dark eyes darted Oliverās position. āI see youāre about to have fun,ā he scoffed
āShut up.ā Oliver slammed his ukulele case shut. He crawled back over to his bed, turning back on his tablet and biting his lip. Of course, heās here because of that.
Oliver continued to scroll around on his tablet, his heart still pounding loudly in his head. The screen grabbed Oliverās attention completely.
āā¦ You know,ā Vittorino spoke after Oliverās ignorance, āYou really donāt ever go out.ā
His smile could already be seen without looking. āAnd you mention this because?ā Oliver sighed out, his head refusing to turn to Vittorino. He typed up a video to re-watch in attempt to distract himself later on.
āBecause are you really going to be cooped up like some nobody?ā His tone was readably different from previous conversations, from what Oliver noted. Expectations for what to come next jotted to more limited possibilities.Ā
Ā āItās better like that.ā No turn made again.
A grumble could be heard before a sudden, āCome on!ā Vittorino appeared right to Oliver, the boyās body flinched and turned in the process. āEnjoy life a little!ā
Ā Oliverās shoulders lowered. āYouāre being pretty persistent than normal.āĀ
āCome on, Oliver.ā Vittorino dug his hands to his pockets, a sly grin creeping through like always. āLetās go. Just a walk with me is alright, right?ā
Oliverās eyes squinted, his mind boggling at the possibilities that could happen with the decision, considering the teen-nuisance that is Vittorino. āā¦ Fine.ā But just why would he want me to go, was the only question in his mind that moment.
After drudging out of bed and to the living room, Oliver told his mother that he was going off to a walk. Vittorino followed behind him but she made no comment, gladly telling Oliver goodbye without noticing the teenās existence.Ā
Obodo City was always a bustling mess.
The tourists running around, the teenagers crying over late trends and messages, the children hyper and shouting at the tall buildings and stores, even loud, annoying traffic thatās at a constant. Oliver paced through the sidewalks, crimson hood over his head as gusts of October winds blew before him. Buildings stood tall and jagged against each other that formed unimaginable shapes in the air. Balconies stood in neighboring apartments filled with laundry or autumn plants, some even blasting music while the owners took a cig. The sounds screamed at the boyās ears while the scent of street food caught his nose easily. As Oliverās instincts pressured him to take a bite of something, he refused, his teeth clawing at his lip.Ā
āSo,ā Vittorino ignited the conversation, āHowās your day gone so far?ā He took no look at Oliver and instead viewed the sites ahead, to Oliverās bewilderment. The only thing up ahead were greyed alleys and crosswalks, similar to everything else in the city aside from the intense smoke in the area.Ā
āā¦ Have you been hungry lately?ā The man snickered, snatching Oliverās attention despite the rude comment.Ā
āI just ate.ā He stated, looking ahead himself, āThe question wasnāt needed.āĀ
āJust wondering,ā Vittorino bent down to Oliverās height, still walking, gleaming by Oliverās sour expression.Ā
Oliverās sight of Vittorino disappeared as his figure jumped up in front of the boy in a blink. āYou have to admit,ā Vittorino said, wrapping a stop sign around his arm. āThis city really is awesome to look around in, right?ā
āIāve been here for the past ten years of my life, Vittorino. Best that can happen is controversy protests and holiday decorations.ā
āReally? What kind of stuff do you guys decorate?ā Vittorinoās brows risen up, curiosity almost purring from him.Ā
Oliver walked passed him as the crosswalk glowed green. A small crowd surrounded him as he shrugged. āLights for the most part, nothing special.ā
Vittorino appeared right next to him. āSounds nice.ā
Silence covered both of them. Oliver pondered over Vittorinoās past actions as Vittorino turned all over to view the sights of the city. Oliver followed him though the teen stared aimlessly at such miniscule of things. A tiny convenience store barely seen by a tall building and a worn-down restaurant included. Someone older than him being intrigued by such things made Oliver question his identity more than before.Ā
Entering a cleaner street, Oliver queried, āVittorino?ā
āHm?āĀ
āWhat do you have to do with Faustus?ā
The man with the trench coat stopped at his steps. Oliver took a gulp down his throat.Ā
āWhoās Faustus,ā he pondered.
āYou know who Iām talking about,ā Oliver spatters, āEmo kid, probably sixteen or something by now. Pale skin, white hair, blue eyes but he never shows one of them?ā
āOh! I know who youāre talking about now.ā He sneered, āThat isnāt actually his name, you know.āĀ
āI figured,ā Oliver murmured. āBut aside from that, you have something to do with him, donāt you?ā
āAnd what makes you think that?ā
Oliver threw his hands forward. āNobody except for me can see both of you! Thatād be obvious enough.ā He crossed his arms. āBut you both are weirdos out of anybody that Iāve ever met.āĀ
āThatās rather judgmental, isnāt it?ā
āIāve been trying to figure out who Zach is and where the hell he went since I was seven. I barely had any kind of way to figure out until you started popping up in my life.ā Oliverās unfastened hood flew out from the wind as he turned his sight to Vittorinoās eyes. He pleaded with brows furrowed, āJust tell me how you guys are related and why you both are really here in the first place.ā
Vittorinoās mocking expression deepened. āWell, I guess I can admit one thing.ā
āAnd that isā¦?āĀ
āYou can say that Iām hanging out with you for two favors,ā He raised two fingers down to Oliver, lowering one quickly after, ābut one of them is for āFaustusā.ā
āWhat was the favor for?ā Oliverās head drifted to the side.Ā
āOne of them was more of an assignment out of anything, actually, but the other was so I could get some favors back.ā Vittorino leaned by on a sign pole. āThe one that wasnāt from the guy was basically just to check up on you from time to time. The assignment I canāt really tell. Itās about to be done though.ā
āI swear to god, if youāre gonna screw me over somehow-ā
āDonāt worry,ā Vittorino rolled his eyes, āItāll be beneficial for you.ā
Oliver shook his head. āI donāt trust that at all.ā
Vittorino chuckled and shrugged. āFine then.ā He stepped towards Oliver, slamming something to Oliverās chest.Ā
Oliver coughed at the impact, but caught the item he handed. He opened his hands to find a ten-dollar bill. Turning to see Vittorino, he already found the mystery to be walking away from him. He dashed to catch up with him. āWhereād you get this?ā
āI asked a guy and he just gave it to me.ā
āBut nobody can see youā¦?ā
Vittorino lifted a finger. āI can be seen if I want, I just usually hide myself for the sake of it.ā He dumped his hands into his pockets. āYou needed ointment, right?ā
Oliver tensed. āYesā¦ā he nodded, guilt building up inside of him again.Ā
āGo buy some then. Get extra stuff if you want,ā Vittorino told. āHave fun, kid.āĀ
He was gone before Oliver could say anything. The red-head was left alone in the street. He looked back to his hand, covered over by a single bill. Pulling up his sleeves, he stared blankly and sighed, a small puff of cold air seeping out of his breath.Ā
āMight as well.ā
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Love Hurts/3
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Fanfiction
Part 3
Elijah Mikaelson x reader
ft. Klaroline
Story so far: Y/N got a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans that she had inherited a part of Mikaelson Estate. She will go there to find out what it was about, and meet two brothers Elijah and Klaus, who also part own the Estate. Why will love hurt?
a/n: thanks for reading and liking. I appreciate it very much. xoxo
tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever
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Y/N got completely enthralled in the preparations for the Grand Ball. Everything had to be perfect as if it was a once in a lifetime thing. Mary, as well as Elijah and Klaus could not believe what a force this young woman was.
Her presence changed everything. She truly was the sunshine that brightened their lives. The house for sure, was very much alive.
And even though there were occasions when the Mikaelson brothers would sit down for meals together, now it seemed to be a daily occurrence.
One day asĀ Mary was dusting, she took a momemtĀ in front of the photos of Esther and Dahlia.
"Oh, Ms Dahlia and Ms Esther- if you could only be here. Everything feels like it once was. Y/N has removed the black clouds - at least for a bit. The dark one is still hanging over us. Klaus is back in the theater. She has put a smile on Elijah's face again, too."
Y/N, who was passing by the Salon and having heard the last sentence, she walked in wondering who Mary was talking to.
"Hi"- she slipped.
"Hello"- Mary said a bit startled.
"I was- ahm- sorry if I scared you- I didn't want to - intrude."
"You didn't."- Mary said-"I - sometimes - talk to them. I feel like - I have always done it after Ms Esther died. Maybe you find it strange."
"No, Mary. It's not strange. My friend Bonnie, who lost her Grams, has always done it. She believes that her Grams looks after her like a Guardian angel, and whenever she had any problems, she would talk to her - just like you - holding her picture."
"Ms Dahlia had also often done it asking her sister for guidance- whenever there was trouble with the boys."- Mary said referring to Elijah and Klaus.
"They've been in quite a lot of trouble, haven't they?"
"Quite a lot."- Mary said-"but let's not talk about the bad"
"Let's not"- Elijah said as he now walked in the room.
"Hey"- Y/N said to him-"you are early"
"My appointment got cancelled"- Elijah said-"we can go to the Plantation house whenever you want."
"We can go now. I am ready. "- Y/N said chirpily.
"All right"- Elijah nodded a little. And so, both said bye to Mary and went.
Mary turned to the photo of Dahlia and Esther saying- "I have not seen Elijah so smitten in a very long time. Klaus seems to like her very much as well. I just hope she doesn't come between them."
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In the theatre,Ā in the French Quarter, KlausĀ sat down at the table set on the stage and started reading the play. A woman walked from the audience area greeting him. Klaus greeted her back asking who she was.
"Caroline Forbes"- the woman said-"the new producer."
"I thought, Lucian Castle is going to produce this play."
"Well, he bailed."- Caroline said.Ā
"What is an off-Broadway chick doing here?"- Klaus continued knowing very well who Caroline Forbes was.Ā
"I just wanted a change of scenery. Also my boyfriend is doing a show here- and well"- Caroline said-"ok- where are the others?"
"There will be here."
"Not so professional, are they?"- Caroline now said furrowing her eyebrows-"Well, that willĀ soon change."
Klaus could see that there was no messing about with this woman. Soon as all the actors and the director were there, she showed them she meant business.
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At the Plantation house, Y/N was in full organizing mode going through every detail with the caterers, florist and decorators, she had made appointments with.
Elijah was also busy checking the grounds with Jackson, making sure that everything was perfectly done.
"Will you be able to do the work in two weeks?"- Elijah asked after he saw what needed to be done around the garden and the stables, as well as the two guest houses.
"We need to hire a few more people. Oliver has now his own construction business. And he knows how to work on these old houses. They will not charge us as much as the New Orleans constructors."- Jackson said.
"All right."- Elijah said-"make an appointment with him."
"You can meet him tonight. It's my birthday and we are having a little get together. You, Klaus and Y/N are invited."- Jackson said.
"Oh, happy birthday. I am sorry, I completely forgot."- Elijah said apolohetically to the grounds- keeper.
"Hey, don't worry. With everything that is going on even I messed up the days."
"What time? I will have Klaus bring Mary and Hope out. "
"Eight. I already spoke to Grams, but she says that she's got to stay in town because Hope has dancing lessons."- Jackson said.
"Mary looks after her like she is her own grandaughter."
"I know. She loves all of you like you are her extended family."- Jackson said.
"You would have been Hope's uncle if you Andrea - I am sorry, I didn't want to open all wounds."- Elijah now said, and seeing Jackson pained expression, felt he put his foot in it.Ā
"Yeah - if - huh- Her sister dying devastate her.āĀ
āShe was her twin - it hurt like hell - I know that if anything happened to Klaus - I would be - the sameā- Elijah now said- "You've not heard of her at all?"
"The last thing I've heard is that she is in Australia"- Jackson replied.
"Youāre still in love her?!"- Elijah remarked.
"We were supposed to get married a couple of weeks after Hayley's due date."- Jackson reminded Elijah-"she is the love of my life."
"Yes, you two were so good together."- Elijah remembered.
Jackson made a little nod making a silent sigh.
Elijah felt bad evoking sadness in the man. He tapped him a little on the shoulder empathically and said-
"Let's grab a beer."
Jackson accepted and they went to the house.
There, in the kitchen, Y/N sat down with Jane-Anne Deveraux to sample different canapes and cakes.
Seeing the men come in she made a little wave at them- "Please, come and taste some of this. I don't want to make a choice on my own"
Jackson was reluctant, but Y/N urged him to sit down with her and the caterer while Elijah got the beer from the fridge, now asking Y/N if she wanted one.
"Thanks, but I've already tasted different champagne, so, I will stick to the champagne"- Y/N said showing the glass., adding- "I chose Couer de Cuvee. It was use the first time the Ball was held."
Y/N now passed a plate with the food to taste as he now sat down next to her. Jane- Anne passed another one to Jackson. Both men could not decide what was best, as everything was excellent. Finally, Y/N chose what will be served on the night.Ā
Not long after Jane- Anne and Jackson went, leaving Y/N and ElijahĀ to go through the list, to see what was left to be done. Y/N now, having found an old box with photos in Dahliaās room, now asked the man to tell her about the Balls that were held there when they were kids.Ā
āIt was always - Grand. Aunt Dahlia was a magician, I would say. It was - big and busy - majesticā-Elijah now described the splendour and glamour of the event, their aunt in the center of it, like the queen.Ā
"As came down the stairs and greet everyone welcoming them to the Ball, she would walk down where we would wait and she would take us both by the hand and we would walk to the center of the Ball room, where she would then make a small speech about the importance of family. When we became teenagers, we would take her by the arm and walk her to the podium. Then she would turn to the band and give them a sign to start the first dance. Since my uncle died long before we were born, she would open the dance with one of the workers on the Plantation. Each year it was someone different."
Y/N listened imagining how it was. And she already had ideas how to open the Ball.
"What live band are we going to ask to play? I went through the list, but none of them want to do it for the price we are able to give them."- she now asked.
" You better ask Klaus. Music is his department."- Elijah replied.
"Ok, so I will ask him."
Elijah looked at the clock and said-
"If we are going to Jackson's party, we should get changed."
Y/N looked at the clock herself now and jumped up- "OMG, is that the time?! Ok, I will have a quick shower."
"You don't need to rush."- Elijah said.
"Right."- Y/N said scampering away up the stairs to her room. Elijah, himself went to shower and change.
A little later, he knocked at her door and as she invited him in. He Ā entered saying-
"Jane- Anne left a bottle of a very good old Bourbon. I say we take it as a gift"
Y/N looked at herself in the mirror checking up the dress. She turned to him saying that it was fine. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
She then brushed her hair once again, refreshing the make up.
Elijah stood still for a milisecond looking at her nearly breathless-Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N turned her head smiling at him-
"I am ready."
Elijah composed himself quickly and said- "Ok, let's go."
Y/N picked her bag up and they left.
ā” In New Orleans
Caroline was very impressed with Klaus and his acting skills.
"Francesca said you will carry the play and I didn't believe it. How come you are an absolute unknown."
"Who says I am unknown?"- Klaus said-"you're really never been in New Orleans!"
"New York is my place."- Caroline said.
"You should get to know New Orleans. Maybe it will become your new place"- Klaus said flirtatiously-"we will all get together at Rousseau's later. You're welcome to join us.
"I keep work and social life separate."- Caroline said taking her bag ready to leave.
"Suit yourself"- Klaus said-"see you tomorrow" He then left as did she.
ā” Jackson Kenner's house
The party was in full swing as Y/N and Elijah arrived.
Everyone present knew Elijah and greeted him like he was a long lost friend. It had been a long while since he had seen everyone as he had spent the last five years in the city and came out very rarely to the Plantation house. Jackson introduced Y/N to everyone. They were dying to meet the mysterious woman who had inherited part of the Mikaelson properties. She was talk of the Bayou ever sinceĀ the word was out that she iniated the Ball.
Jackson's cousin Josie now went to Y/N with millions of questions about the Ball, as well as her, wanting to know where she actually came from and what connections she had with the Mikaelsons.
Elijah now took the opportunity to speak to Oliver about the renovation work. And after striking the deal it was all about the food, the drink and dancing. Y/N danced her heart out.
Elijah, who was standing leant on the pillar of the porch could not take his eyes off of her. She was fire, burning bright, so alive, so different, extraordinary. Again the fuzzy feelings appeared inside of him and he gazed at her dreamily.
As Josie asked her friends to play the Cajun dance song, and everyone found a partner to dance, Y/N went to the steps of the porch and sat down,looking up at Elijah asking him why he didn't dance. He had no plausible answer.Ā
āHavenāt dance in a very long timeā- he just said.
Seeing that it was not so hard she now urged him to dance with her. He could not refuse her and they went to the dancing area and let themselves go with the music. For the first time in a very long time, he had fun. He now showed Y/N a completely different side to him.Ā
ā” A little later as they got back to the Plantation house
"I had a great time"- Y/N said getting out of the car.
"Me, too"- Elijah said-"It was really good."
As they walked to the grand porch they laughed a bit about the prank Jackson's friends played on the man presenting his car painted in pink-
"The look on his face- OMG- he thought that it was for real"- Y/N said chuckling.
"Yeah, it was priceless."- Elijah agreed smiling.
As Elijah looked for the keys, Y/N, taking her shoe rubbed her foot saying-
"I don't remember when I danced that much. And I wore flats. It's good we are having formal dances at the Ball, because the shoes I got with the gown would kill me. And you- wow- I never thought you can dance like that."
"There are some things you never unlearn"- Elijah said unlocking the door. They walked in and stopped as they got in exchanging looks-
" Well, good night then."- Y/N said.
"Night"- Elijah mumbled not moving his stare.Ā
Y/N, still feeling the residual rush of the party now moved to him and kissed him.Ā
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19 days/ Hanahaki Disease
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The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.
It starts on a Monday.
Jian Yiās throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girlās palm.
It irritated him a lot, that this random girl would try to make a move on HIS best friend. He coughs a little and considers buying a pack of cough drops from the canteen before he approaches her. Jian Yi gives her the occasional scathing look when she hides behind yet another pillar, like she actually thinks if she canāt see him sheās concealed.
Of course heās not thinking anything malicious as she gives the seal of her letter a giddy kiss, he was just looking out for his best friend. That was a thing, right?
He manages to corner her, and successfully plucks the letter from her grasp with a bullshit promise. Jian Yi grins, but suddenly is at a loss on what to actually do with it. Burn it? Blow his nose on it?
Zhan Zhengxi gives him a huge reality check later that day, and Jian Yi is suddenly branded as an outsider. A meddler.
His throat tightens, and he quickly dumps the stupid love letter onto Zhan Zhengxiās desk and hurries out of the classroom. Turbulent feelings are rushing through him, choking him up as he makes the worst realisation heās had to date.
He was jealous.
But worst of all, he realised that he had feelings for his best friend. Jian Yi shouldāve known when he held his hand during that sleepover when he thought Zhan Zhengxi was asleep.
He coughs and a single bright yellow petal falls from his lips onto his palm. Instantly his blood runs cold, and his hand holding the death petal goes clammy.
It could only mean one thing, and he he didnāt want to believe it. He had the Hanahaki disease.
Jian Yi crushes it in his fist.
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This can not be happening, he thinks. No way. There had to be some way to reverse this.
Jian Yi purposefully allows himself to be carted off by He Tian, thinking that if maybe he squashed it down and truly repressed it, the plant would die off on its own.
Unfortunately this plan backfires pretty quickly when a shirtless Zhan Zhengxi put his sweaty shirt on top of his head and patted it before he left for the game.
Jian Yi quickly ducks his head and coughs another few petals into his palm.
ā
The flowers keep coming every time Zhan Zhengxi does something that makes his heart flutter, which unfortunately was a common occurrence. When Zhan brings out the sparklers on his birthday, Jian Yi weakly thinks āIs he actively trying to kill me?ā
He wishes on the stars to live to spend his next birthday with Zhan Zhengxi. The sparks illuminate his best friendās face, giving his features sharp angles bathed in an orange glow.
Zhan wonāt tell him what his wish was, but instead presses him with a question.
āAre you happy?ā
āOf course,ā he lies easily with a smile that looks too forced to be genuine. 'Why wouldnāt I be?ā
When Zhan Zhengxi protects him from Mo and promptly gets smashed over the head with a rock, it was like the world was frozen. His blood turns to ice, and he gets tunnel vision as he hears the shouts for someone to call the paramedics. He clings numbly onto Zhanās unconscious body, and has to be forcefully pried off him when the ambulance arrives. They let him ride in the back, and he tries not to vomit flowers onto his shoelaces.
But by far the worst was when he woke up to the sounds of soft breathing next to him in the hospital bed. During the night Zhan Zhengxi had placed his arm around his waist, so Jian Yiās head was tucked protectively in the space underneath his chin and his collarbone.
Suddenly heās hit with a wave of nausea and he leaps off the bed and vomits silently into the hospital toilet. The flowers spin prettily as they are flushed into the void. Zhan Zhengxi is too drugged up from the painkillers to notice.
The nurse is understandably alarmed, and urges him to undergo surgery to remove the plant. But once she mentions that his memories of Zhan Zhengxi would cease to exist, he vehemently buckles down.
'Surely thereās another way.ā Jian Yi insists desperately. 'Heās been my best friend since we were five.ā
'Iām sorry,ā she answers, eyes sympathetic. 'Itās either that or he returns your feelings. You only have a week to decide before it suffocates you.ā
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When Zhan Zhengxi snaps off half of his cracker and offers it to Jian Yi, He Tian notices him stiffen. Jian Yi tries to say something but Zhan Zhengxi simply shoves his half into his best friendās mouth, effectively shutting him up. The dark haired boy notices his face go bright red as he watches Zhan Zhengxi leave to collect his papers.
But what he also catches is Jian Yi coughing up a single delicate flower after swallowing the cracker.
He Tianās breath hitches in his throat. 'Is thatā¦ā
Jian Yi spins around, his expression a deer caught in the headlights.
'Youāre dying.ā He Tian states blankly, staring at the flower on his desk.
'I know.ā Jian Yi says, kneading his bottom lip with his teeth.
His classmateās dark eyebrows furrow. āā¦You need to tell Zhan Zhengxi your feelings.ā
Jian Yiās neck snaps back in shock, or more like in acute horror. How did he know-
He Tian looks at him solemnly. āā¦Why wonāt you tell him?ā
Jian Yiās mouth opens as heās about to say something, but snaps it shut. His olive eyes swim with a pained emotion, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.
āā¦Because Iām scared.ā He takes a deep breath. 'Because I know he doesnāt feel the same.ā Jian Yi feels the flowers rising in his throat like bile, its stalks scratching against his words. 'When he rejects me, I donāt know if Iāll be able to survive it.ā
'But why not the surgery?ā
'Iā¦I havenāt told my mother yet. She would want to know who it isā¦andā¦she wonāt react well. The surgery is expensive too, and itās been difficult since sheās a single parentā¦she works late you seeā¦ā
Excuses, excuses. Heās just bad at letting go- he canāt stand the thought of waking up from surgery, having forgotten who Zhan Xixi is and having their decade of memories together erased. His best friend would be so hurt.
'You still need to do it, if you know he wonāt ever love you back.ā
Jian Yi closes his eyes. 'I know. But I have time.ā
He twirls the yellow flower in the space between his fingers, and plucks a petal off one by one.
He loves me. He loves me not.
ā Why did he do this? Why did he kiss him?
Was he so desperate for an answer from his best friend? To hope for him to love him back when he knew it was hopeless?
He has gotten his answer though, in the form of a swift punch and very harsh rejection.
Jian Yi vomits daisies as he runs, not looking as they get trampled underneath pedestrians feet. People turn back to stare in alarm as he pushes past them, cars honk at him as he weaves across the road. His heart is breaking and he canāt breathe, the plant was killing him, suffocating-
'Jian Yi!ā
Zhan Zhengxi had followed him. Jian Yi swallows down the petals through sheer willpower, clasping a hand over his mouth as he runs. He can barely see at this point, the rain blinding him as he squashed down his feelings. Jian Yi can hear him calling out his name, but cannot risk responding or slowing down in fear of throwing up again.
The rain is pouring down around them. One thought is clear.
Iām so stupid for thinking I would be understood.
Zhan Zhengxi tackles him to the ground, and demands answers Jian Yi canāt give. He feels hot and cold all over, and cups his hand over his mouth to forcefully quell the flowers forcing itself up his esophagus. Zhan interprets this action as him refusing to talk, and presses again.
Do you like men?
For the first time Jian Yi hopes the Hanahaki disease kills him here, right this second. He didnāt know how he could face him again after this. Unfortunately it doesnāt strike him dead on the spot and instead of flowers, tears roll down his face.
When he gets home, he promptly vomits yellow daisies onto his bedroom floor. This time scarlet drops of blood stain the wood.
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Itās the next morning, and heās gotten texts from Zhan Zhengxi to meet up. Heās forgotten he had school, and didnāt know how to decline when Zhan Zhengxi was already waiting at the station. Heās always been bad at turning down his crushās requests.
To make matters worse, his whole bedroom looks like itās been raided by a flower shop by a pantless girl on her period.
Itāll be fine, he uneasily reasons to himself. He could get the surgery and forget about this whole thing, right? Cautiously he touches his throat, but it seemed to have subsided. For now.
Slowly he got up and went about his normal routine, watching the petals swirling down the drain as he showered. He thinks of their precious memories spanning a lifetime that he would lose.
A young Zhan Zhengxi, holding his hand as he reassured him about his mother. Zhan Zhengxi from last week, glowing from the orange sparks that lit the starry sky. The feeling of Zhan Zhengxiās body pressed up against his. His bedhead and sleepy eyes when he woke up next to him in the hospital bed. The softness of Zhan Zhengxiās lips from the stolen kiss.
He bites his own lip, tears welling in his eyes. I donāt want to forget you, and all the moments we had together. I love you. I love you. I love youā¦
Would Zhan Zhengxi be okay with being forgotten? After what he did to him last night, perhaps he would be happy about freed from the shackles of having to protect him all the time. Sometimes it felt like his friend barely tolerated him, and only so because of their long history and promises spanning all the way from childhood.
Iām the only one who canāt let go, he realises. A life without Zhan Zhengxi isnāt a life worth living. His best friend was the only reason he had even gotten this far.
Alternatively he wonders how he would react if he did die.
ā
Zhan Zhengxi keeps insisting on knowing what heās thinking.
But he canāt possibly say 'Iām in love with you, and Iām literally dying from it,ā can he?
Jian Yi has been avoiding him all morning after the scuffle with that redhead. He hopes to talk to that nice nurse again, and ask her what she meant about him having a couple weeks when he was already vomiting blood into the toilet.
'You look pale.ā Zhan Zhengxi says, reaching out to tuck a blonde strand from his clammy face. 'Iāll take you to the infirmary.ā
Jian Yi steps back like heās been electrocuted, and swallows down the unholy concoction of blood and flowers as best he can. 'I-Iām fine. Iāll go by myself.ā Heās afraid if he looks at him in the eyes heāll have to rush to the bathroom again.
So he withdraws, fearful of Zhan Zhengxi finding out his secret. He tries to ignore the hurt expression on his best friendās face.
I still have time, Jian Yi reasons. He wasnāt ready to let go just yet.
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Heās run out of time.
Jian Yi had been on his way to the infirmary when he had seen the crowd surrounding a pink love letter plastered over the bulletin board.
He thought he at least another week to make his decision, or at least mentally prepare himself for the surgery. What he had failed to account for was the accelerated rate of the plant from the failed kiss attempt the night before and that girl.
Abnormal. Abnormal. Abnormal. Disgusting. Disgusting gay- The sound of her screaming in fear, white hot rage and pain piercing his knuckles, and finally Zhan Zhengxi witnessing just how terrible of a human being he really was.
Iām sorry, Zhan Xixi. Iām not the person you thought I was. Iām sorry I canāt be happy for you.
He tears his arm from Zhanās grip, breaking into a run as he feels the flowers and the metallic tang of blood rise up in his throat. Jian Yi doesnāt look back, knowing Zhan Zhengxi would stay behind to comfort the black haired girl sobbing amongst her confession letters for his best friend. She still had a chance- if Zhan Zhengxi accepted her feelings at least one of them would survive.
ā Jian Yi finds himself curled up next to the toilet bowl in the boys bathroom. He can hear the tap running, overflowing the sink in which he had unintentionally blocked the drainage with flowers.
Yellow petals float on the surface of the water above the cold tiles, the red blooms of blood mixing in with the water beginning to flood the bathroom. He mustāve vomited his body weight in flowers by now. Jian Yiās eyes flutter as he drifts in and out of consciousness.
I waited too long, he thinks. He had reached the last stage. Jian Yi can see his reflection in the water, his skin startlingly ashen as the grey colour of his hair. He would forget Zhan Zhengxi, and this world, and soon enough death would come. Oddly enough, the thought didnāt scare him anymore. If there was one person on this earth worth dying for, it would be Zhan Xixi.
Suddenly he hears the door squeak open, and the sound of splashes mixed with the sound of someone cursing as the taps are turned off.
'Jian Yi! Are you here?!ā The voice sounds frantic, and he barely registers it as someone scoops his limp body up from the cold water. 'Fuck! Jian Yi, wake up!ā It says, more forcefully. 'Jian Yi!ā
Jian Yi manages to crack his eyes open to see his own reflection in Zhan Zhengxiās eyes.
āā¦Xi?ā He mumbles, as he recognises his best friendās face swimming in and out of focus.
'Youāre vomiting flowers?! Why didnāt you tell me you had Hanahaki disease?ā Zhan Zhengxi grits out, his firm hands shaking. 'Thereās blood everywhere-I-I couldāve helped you.ā He shakes his head, realising his attempts to berate him as wasting time. 'We need to get you to the hospital-ā
Jian Yi tangles his hand together with Zhan Zhengxiās. 'Itās okay.ā He sighs, as Zhan clenches his hand. 'Itās- itās probably too late for surgeryā¦ā He knew he probably only had a few minutes at best the way he could feel his heartbeat slowing down.
He hears Zhan Zhengxi start to sob, tears dripping onto their clasped hands. His sky blue eyes are raining, he realises.
'Zhan Xixiā¦donāt cryā¦ā Jian Yi says weakly. Zhan Zhengxi furiously scrubs his face with his sleeve.
'Heyā¦thank you for staying with an abnormal guy like meā¦ā Jian Yi swallows. 'Iām sorry for being so stupidā¦ā
Zhan Zhengxi shakes his head forcefully. 'No, you stop that. Youāre not abnormal.ā
'Thanks,ā Jian Yi lets out a breathy laugh, and then coughs out another flower stained with blood. He decides to say whatās been on his mind the past week. 'I love you.ā Jian Yi whispers.
Zhan Zhengxiās eyes go wide at his best friendās confession.
'Iām sorry for being so selfishā¦I didnāt want to forget you, or the memories we sharedā¦so I ended up waiting too long.ā He rasps, coughing up more bloodied daisies. 'Can youā¦just stay here? I donāt want to be aloneā¦ā
Suddenly he feels something warm and wet press against his lips, and his eyes snap back open.
'Zhan Xixiā¦?ā
'Donāt leave meā¦ā He chokes out. 'Jian Yiā¦I..ā He grips tighter onto his hand. 'I love you. Please donāt go.ā
Disbelief paints Jian Yiās features. 'Xi? What are you- itās no use, lying wonāt do anything-ā
'Iām not lying!ā Zhan Zhengxi bursts out. 'What happened last night, I thought you were doing it to embarrass me in front of my sister. I didnāt know you meant it since you told me to forget what happened.ā
Jian Yi is at a loss for words.
'I love you, Jian Yi. Iām sorry I took so long.ā
Jian Yi feels choked up, but for a different reason this time. He gently pulls down Zhanās head but before he can kiss him, the nausea returns and he turns away to cough into his palm.
He coughs up another flower. Instead of bright yellow, itās a faded grey, and crumbles in his hand.
Zhan Zhengxi looks at him in alarm, but Jian Yi laughs, almost giddy.
The fuzziness in his head begins to clear, and he feels like he can see, hear, breathe again.
'Zhan Xixi!ā He exclaims. 'Itās-itās dying! The plant-ā
Zhan Zhengxi suddenly envelops him into a bone crushing hug.
'Donāt ever do that to me again!ā He gasps, and Jian Yi blinks at the sudden movement. 'God, I was so scared.ā
'Itās okay now, Xixi.ā Jian Yi says softly, and this time he means it.
ā
Things donāt change much, except now they kiss a lot more. To his surprise, Zhan actually initiates most of them. Jian Yi memorises each and every sensation as they kiss, and often he smiles into it because he canāt believe how unbelievably lucky he is.
They hold hands when they walk to and from school, and Zhan accepts his jump hugs instead of pushing him off. From what he hears, Xiao Hui undergoes surgery and now doesnāt spare Zhan a glance as she walks down the hallways. When they go back to the hospital to get Zhan Zhengxiās bandages off, Jian Yi goes to talk to the nurse.
She smiles at him, and itās genuine. 'Iām glad. I was worried for you when you refused to get the surgery. But this kind of ending is always the best.ā She gives him a hug, and Zhan shoots daggers at her with his eyes. The nurse suppresses a chuckle. 'Looks like he loves you a whole lot.ā
Jian Yi smiles back. 'He really does.ā
Theyāre playing games in Zhanās living room when he stops to turn towards his boyfriend.
'Are you happy?ā Zhan Zhengxi asks. Heās never told Jian Yi, but thatās what he wished for on the stars that night.Ā For Jian Yiās happiness.
Jian Yi shoots him a genuine grin, and kisses him lightly on the forehead.
'The happiest!ā
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Zinc: Promotes a healthy immune system.
L-Lysine: Common ingredient in cold sore treatments. Lysine is an amino acid that helps the body produce antibodies and can keep the herpes virus from spreading.
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Oregano oil
Copper
Echinacea herb powder
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Has It Been Properly Tested?
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Cold sores are triggered by various things for different people. For some reason, certain people seem more susceptible to these outbreaks than others. You may only experience one or two fever blisters in your lifetime. For others, though, it can be a frequent occurrence. Those are the people that this supplement aims to help.
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