#long-gone-dream

[aravenskin]

Stranger

@long-gone-dream

Amelia was livid. It was ten past eleven and the lunch rush had only just begun. But if she was being completely honest, breakfast had been pretty rough for a Tuesday. This last horrible customer was just the catalyst. Her co-workers would have to go on and continue the lunch rush without her. Amie would not waste a second more working here. She refused. So after tossing her apron at a customer and dumping a full pot of coffee in her boss’s lap (he’d been handsy with her one too many times, after all), Amie was gone. She rushed out of the restaurant in a hurry, only to run straight into a passerby.

That stopped her right in her tracks, eyes flashing wide and lips parting as she let out a slight gasp. She felt that awful yet familiar foreboding feeling wash over her, making her fingertips numb. Her head whipped to the side to follow the passerby, but he was already walking away from her. She was sure he would have stopped if there wasn’t such a congested crowd flowing from the nearby subway. There wasn’t any time to stop. “Hey, wait!” He kept walking of course. It was hard enough to hear herself think over the buzz of the crowd. There was no way he’d actually heard her.

What did she intend to say to him anyway? Hey stranger, you’re going to die today. Maybe stay indoors and commit to a safe activity. Like knitting, or better yet - sleeping! No, that was completely ridiculous. But the feeling was so strong she nearly felt sick to her stomach. No vision this time, just a feeling. The feeling wasn’t usually this strong. And Amelia knew the ache would not go away until she put a stop to whatever was or wasn’t going to happen. Was she really going to follow a stranger around and try to put a stop to his untimely demise? “Fuck me.” She muttered. Yes, yes she was. Amelia followed. 

[goxinsanearchived]

{ @long-gone-dream }

Working at the bakery alongside her Aunt Heather was good and was bad. Brooklyn drove traffic in day to day with her drug infused brownies, or other pastries. Of course, not all were, but she had to be careful on whom who rat her out and whom would keep their mouths shut. It was easy to threaten someone with a baseball bat. It wasn’t always that way. Being a cop in her early years certainly shaped her, well-- into the opposite person people thought she’d be. But just like her deceased father, she’s loud with a sailor mouth and takes no shits. 

However, the few years in jail certainly did her head in having to guard herself and keep her shit to herself. She practically ran the block until her time was up, and was glad to be out of there. Nonetheless, Brooklyn still attempted to keep her head up high, and her stalker ex was nowhere to be seen... for now that is.

As she was ringing out a customer, handing over their normal butter tart in a bag, she grinned. She never smiled. But she saw something in the corner of her eye and her demeanor stiffened. Nobody fucks with her... 

“Thank you, have a lovely day,” she said as she watched the woman walk off before reaching underneath the counter to grab her baseball bat. “Heather, I’ll be back in a second--,” she announced before the woman could reply. Whether it was stealing from her, entering their property uninvited, or even so... slashing her tires, she couldn’t help but protect herself with the weapon. Not that she cared... she could count it as self-defense on whatever was happening. Brooklyn could still lie and be a cop (considering she stole her old badge) but that’d get her nowhere. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” It was close to dark, not that it meant the bakery was closed, but who does this and not during the night to not get caught?

She held the bat up high before aiming it towards the man, the tip of it towards his chest. “Oh, fuck me...” Brooklyn scoffed, her blood boiling as she saw a face she’d never though she’d see. Plus, how the fuck did he know that was her car? Lucky guess perhaps? Doesn’t matter. She was not happy regardless of the circumstance.  

[divinexgods]

@long-gone-dream

Rainy and slightly cool for the summertime outside, Ian stared out the window at the rain from his spot on the couch. He’d come over to indulge in a little herbal refreshment with Marty and suffice it to say he was feeling pretty good about now. They’d gotten into this routine--hanging out, getting high, finding something to laugh at. She was chill and Ian liked that about her, even if they differed in a few other ways. Glancing over at her, Ian nudged her arm with his elbow, chuckling. "Whatcha thinking about?” 

[inechoingsilence]

New In Town

Casper, Wyoming, seemed just as good of a place to stop as any. Small town, people spoke with broad accents and actually looked you in the eye when they spoke to you. Sophia could get behind that. 

She just couldn’t seem to settle, but something here made her stop. The big, blue skies seemed endless here, and the mountains in the background gorgeous. It didn’t hurt that she pulled up in front of a bar looking for a restroom, only to find a ‘Hiring: Apply Within’ sign in the window. 

Pushing open the door, the place was spotless, if empty at the moment except for a man at the back of the bar. “ Excuse me, I was wondering if I could use your bathroom, and what position are you hiring for? I know my way around a kitchen as well as a bar.” she offered with a smile, hands jammed into jean pockets.

@long-gone-dream

[divinexgods]

Piper & Oz || Lady Soul

♬ Lying here beside you. Close as we can be. I know what this leads to. I know what you need... ♬

There was a certain tranquility of the late afternoon. Rain tapped against the window in the small kitchen at Oz’s house as the sounds of a mid-eighties R&B tune played. Oz had gotten used to Piper needing to play music almost at all times in order to be content, to the point where silence now drove them both mad. 

Thunder rolled in the distance and yet the song played on--reverberating off the bare walls of the room and made it sound like a much larger expanse than it actually was. Piper’s hands moved quickly but gracefully cutting up vegetables for a stir fry--a late lunch for the both of them. Colors of red, green, yellow, purple, and orange donned the kitchen counter in peppers, tomatoes, and onions waiting to be thrown into the skillet to sear. 

♬ I'm ready to surrender, my love. Lay it all in your hands. Give you my forever. Everything I am... ♬

The blonde swayed back and forth in slow movements to the beat of the music, unrealizing, as she continued her preparations. It soothed her, made her comfortable and relaxed, and her body seemed to react naturally to the rhythm, falling in line with the beat as she moved her hips. 

Unbeknownst, behind her, a pair of blue eyes watched, tongue brushing over lips, hues sweeping up and down her body, a smirk playing on his lips. Slow and careful movements sent him standing from his spot in the wooden chair until he was nestled up behind her. Piper smiled as his arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against him. The swaying continued, never falling out of its perfect rhythm. No one spoke. Piper set the knife on the counter, letting both hands move to rest on his arms, holding onto him. 

Lips against her neck caused a shiver down her body, prompting a small hum of approval. And still, the song played. 

♬ 'Cause you are my, my, my, my lady soul. You warm my heart When I grow cold. Oh you are my, my, my, my lady soul. You are my life. You make me whole... ♬

Every movement was slow and delicate--like if they moved too fast they were doomed to break. And soon, Piper faced him, taking hold of one of his hands and letting it rest against his chest. He leaned down to her, foreheads pressed together as their swaying continued, turning like dancers on a music box to the beat of the same song. 

Everything in this moment was perfect. The rain, the song, holding each other close. Piper’s eyes closed, not able to hide the smile on her face even if she wanted to. Oz’s hand left hers in favor of brushing up her arm, over the delicate skin of her bare shoulder, teasing the strap of her tank top and finally settling against the side of her neck. The pad of his thumb caressed along the underside of her jaw, causing her heart to flutter. What man could be so rough and tough, so intimidating by others’ standards and get come home and touch her like this? Piper knew no other man that could. 

♬ I feel it in your heartbeat. Hear it in your cries. This is where our hearts meet. I see it in your eyes... ♬

Piper’s eyes opened, locking on his as her smile grew. They didn’t need to say anything. The words of the song said it all. The way Oscar held onto her, danced with her on a rainy afternoon in the middle of the kitchen, meant more to her than any words ever would. 

♬ I've waited for this moment, my love. It's a dream come alive. Heaven must have sent me. An angel of the night... ♬

The song built up to the second chorus and all Piper could focus on now was him. The way he looked at her, the way his hands felt on her skin, and how he could wrap her up in him with almost no effort. He leaned in closer now, and Piper took to her toes to help close the gap. Lips pressed against lips, tongues meeting in a steamy exchange. They stilled, Piper’s arms wrapped around his neck as he let both hands fall to either side of her hips, pulling her up to set her on the counter so she didn’t have to strain to reach him. 

Legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in and barring him from escaping. And still, the kiss never broke. She didn’t dare pull away and neither did he. They simply submitted themselves to one another, sacrificing air in exchange for feeling each other’s closeness. And still, the song played on. 

♬ 'Cause you are my, my, my, my lady soul. You warm my heart When I grow cold. Oh you are my, my, my, my lady soul. You are my life. You make me whole... ♬

[imperfecttensed-a-blog]

@long-gone-dream gets a plotted starter

“So, are you going to tell me why you wanted me to come here or are you just going to keep trying to make awkward small talk?” Addison arched a brow, the hint of a sarcastic smile playing on her face. She had met the man as she had exited yet another audition (which, judging by the casting director’s demeanor, was likely to get her at best an ensemble job that would just barely pay the bills). She eyed the man wearily, trying to figure out what he wanted.

[brokenlonelyandafraid]

@long-gone-dream

based off of this plot

Sophia's favorite part of her shift, besides it ending, was towards the end when it got less hectic and more still and quiet. There would be maybe just a couple of customers, if any, so Sophia would get the peace she needed after a long day of noise and constant interaction with people. Most of the time she’d clean the tables and floor while her coworkers worked in the back or hung out at the counter. 

Tonight Sophia found herself sitting on a stool, the cleaning done and the place empty of customers. She was by herself in the front, waiting for anyone to show up as the sky got darker and the seconds ticked by before she could leave. Her time wasn’t up for another hour and she was feeling restless. Suddenly her head snapped up, the sound of the doorway’s bell signaling someone arriving. Her heart skipped as she recognized who it was. He didn’t scare her, but he did make her a little more anxious than other people usually did. 

Knowing she had to be welcoming, she got to her feet and went to stand behind the counter. She swallowed hard as he walked up but she put a smile on her face. “Hey there. What can I get for you?” 

[gcslightsarchive]

closed starter for @long-gone-dream​ !

it’d been days since the murder that had taken place right on her doorstep. five, to be exact. four since the cops had quit sniffing around. she’d been on edge ever since, a tiny bundle of nerves and paranoia, the image of blood spatter and skull fragments scattered across the dirt permanently seared into her mind. they’d snatched him right from the trailer steps, the whole thing happening faster than janie could ever react. he’d been a regular of hers; another lowlife with a mean streak that saw the prostitute as nothing more than a quick and easy way to get off. but at least he paid well. 

the sound of his strangled cries for help still played like a broken record, most of her memory from that day a hazy whirlwind of shouting and gunfire. she’d helplessly stood there while they killed him, frozen in place by fear and a look of pure terror painted across her face. she’d almost been clueless when it came to the identity of the assailants. every single one of them had arrived dressed from head to toe in black, their faces concealed from the rest of the world by the safety of masks. janie would’ve even assumed that she was in immediate danger. and she would’ve been right to do so too, if it hadn’t been for a familiar voice standing out amongst the chaos and confusion. 

oscar fuckin’ hurley had been the ringleader of the show, his gruff voice being a dead giveaway even in all of the madness. janie had managed to almost cling to the sound, it being the only detail the woman could grasp at while he barked orders for his men to leave her untouched and only take ricky. well that, and his trademark smile had tipped her off as to just who had been behind the mask. they’d locked eyes seconds before oz pulled the trigger, his usually playful grin having felt almost menacing in the moment.

 that was the only clear memory she’d been able to grasp and hold on to, this fact still reigning true days later as the redhead breezed through the doors of the club’s usual hangout. a few heads turned as janie entered the room, some even greeted her as she walked by, and the prostitute did her best to return the gesture without so much as a tremble in her voice. this was the first time janie had ever felt truly nervous around the members, her heart finding its way into her throat with every step. a part of her wanted to just turn back now, run for the safety of her shitty little trailer and never look back. but janie knew herself better than that --- knew that despite every ounce of fear in her body, she would never be completely satisfied until she got her answers. oscar had been the one to kill her client and she knew it. she just had yet to understand why. and more importantly, why she’d come out of the whole thing unscathed. 

janie spotted him across the room almost instantly, that shock of blonde hair unmistakable in an otherwise dingy landscape. a shaky breath shuddered her tiny frame as she moved towards him, forcing down the sense of doom and panic that had begun to bubble up in the pit of her stomach. “hey there, stranger.” janie greeted, plastering a candy sweet smile across her lips. “fancy runnin’ into you here.” she made sure to play to her usual fun and flirty nature, the woman leaning casually against the bar. janie watched him for a moment, idly twirling a single lock of hair around her index finger. “that seat taken?” she asked, gesturing with a nod towards the empty bar stool by his side. “or have you got a hot date tonight?”