#thread: pruricnt

[crovnprince]

&.   A SHORT STARTR FOR @pruricnt​ FT. JEFFERSON ‘KOWALSKI’ MILLER

The couple has been doing relatively okay in building back their relationship since their previous fight. Piece by pieces, they stacked till each other’s arm felt safe enough for them to call home once again. With their anniversary coming closer with each passing day, there was the pressure to get something or do something for Jules. Even if he wasn’t ever known for getting her too big –– “It’s the thought that counts,” He would always say. However, this time round was different. He wanted something big for the two of them; A vacation or maybe just a fancy night in. That is a lot more than he had ever planned for the two of them. Wrapping his arm around her waist as he stood behind her, he rested his chin on her forehead. A soft hum escaping his lips. “Should we do something this year? Something a little different?”

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 ( cont from here !! ) // @pruricnt​

“What do you want me to say?” Beryl snapped,  it wasn’t her intention but her voice raised three levels. “You can’t? You’re absolutely fucking awful? Or do you want me to coddle you?” Again her voice changed, taking on a faux sweet tone.“ It’s okay, baby. You just made a mistake. We’ll be okay.”  At this point she would have normally walked out, left him to stew in the shit he’d stirred up but she made a promise. She was hating herself for making such a dumb promise right now but it didn’t matter. They had to get past this ugliness and figure this out. Deep down she wanted to figure it out and be with him happily but closer to the surface she was just so fucking angry and that fucking anger was so intense she couldn’t think of any other way to express it than to yell and let her fit play out. “No, you fucked up. You massively fucked up and honestly I don’t want to fucking look at you just because of how badly you fucked up. I wish - I WISH - you could just - just -” Her hands clenched into fists then pressed against her closed eyes but it didn’t stop the tears. They where not from sadness, or from hurt, they where from anger.  Uncontrollable anger. Her hands fell from her face. “This. Right here. Is why I keep fucking leaving you.” She nearly hissed between her gritted teeth, her eyes locked onto his for a long moment to make sure he got exactly what she was saying. Then, before he could respond she turned and stormed into their bedroom slamming and locking the door behind her.

“I don’t need your coddling! What do you think I am? A baby?” Anthony shouted above her voice. They weren’t listening to each other and it was clear but still he couldn’t help but retort back whatever she was saying. This is what happens when his anger gets the better of him; He wasn’t acting, or even thinking, rationally at this point. He just wanted to prove his point, get her to see his side and admit that she was wrong– even if she wasn’t. That didn’t matter as long as he got the upper hand in the matter. His head was clouded and the words spilling out of him weren’t exactly the kindest but he was holding his tongue back if she couldn’t tell. Because he made that dumb promise to her. To try and not be as venomous as he normally would be to her in their fights so that they get more ‘happy’ times together but were they really? They had spend more time getting on each other’s nerve than being actually happy in each other’s company. Anthony had spend the last week burying himself in work just so he could get home late to not see Beryl’s face lest they got into another fight. Texting and phone calls had been kept to a minimum too. He was practically trying to ignore her existence in his life. Then came that night that bought everything right now in motion. “What do you wish, Beryl?” He retorted, voice raising as he tower over her, body coming closer with the female as he grabbed her arm, peeling her fist away from her eyes, pointing at her timer with his index finger. “Wish that I would disappear? Wish that we weren’t soulmates? Wish that your timer would just end–” Even before he could finish his sentence, her words had pierce through his heart. Anthony finally noticing that she was crying. Their eyes meeting for just a brief moment, hurt evident in both of their eyes. She sounded a lot like his mother when she left them, there was a point where she kept leaving and eventually stop coming back and somehow, whatever she said, had made him think that maybe his fate wasn’t that far off from his fathers. He doesn’t know what it was that made him chase after her just to have their bedroom door slammed straight in his face. Maybe it was the fear of really losing her this time. His fist banged against the door, harshly then it softens. His forehead leaning against the door helplessly as his eyes fell to his feet then pressing themselves shut. Fist falling from the door as a sigh escape his gritted teeth. Voice mumbling but still loud enough for her to hear, “Yes, I fuck her. So what? That doesn’t mean I stop having feelings for you. It was just one night. I was drunk and we weren’t even on talking speaking terms... I–I just... Just open the door. Please.” 

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@pruricnt​ asked: ❛ so   why   would   you   fight   or   try   to   deny the   way   that   you   feel?  ❜ ~ Beryl and Anthony

happiness begins sentence starters !!

There was hesitation in Anthony’s voice when she asked such a question. As an avid non-believer of this whole soulmate thing, he didn’t want to believe Beryl was the one. His one. The one who he was meant to spend the rest of his life with. He didn’t want to believe that such a thing even existed. “Because soulmates don’t exist, B.” His voice firm and steady as he made his point that she was just another attractive face in a crowd of people. Or at least that was what he wanted to believe but there was a timer on his hand now. Seconds ticking away like a countdown to the last time they meet; The one they talked about in school when you meet your soulmate. This attraction—feeling—he refuse to believe that it is what others called love. Soulmates don’t exist.

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❛  pinky  -  promise  me  you  won’t  leave  .  ❜ ~ Seb and Avery

TO THOSE WE LOVE  :    open !!

No one on earth would ever describe Sebastian as a softie because he was anything but. The man was ready to throw a punch at anyone who crossed his path as long as they offended him and most of the time he was more brawls than he was brains. He didn’t think much before using violence and that was what his twin would point out to most people and she was right most of the time, Beryl truly was, but that isn’t the case when it comes to how Sebastian was like with Avery.

His girlfriend had him all wrapped around her fingers in a way that no one could understand because Sebastian listened to no one but himself. Not logic, not reason, not instructions from anyone. He was his own person and being CEO (and the head of the mafia) didn’t help at all. However, with Avery, things were different: Whatever she said goes. If she said she wanted anything, she would have it. A bag? A new shirt? The whole fucking world? She would get it. She just had to say it to him and he would find a way.

This time was no different. As she sat there with her legs crossed underneath his office table that would ever so often brush against his accidentally with a request that seemed awfully ridiculous in the eyes of anyone else, he agreed. “What made you think I was going to leave you?” He asked, chuckling as his pinky lifted to hook onto hers. Ocean eyes peeling away from the laptop screen before him. All his attention given to her as a smile tugged on his lips. “I think you could try and make me leave you but I doubt it’s going to work. You’re not very good at that, Avery.”

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❛  stay  .  i  need  you  more  than  you  think  .  ❜ ~ Jules and Kowalski

TO THOSE WE LOVE  :    open !! 

Their relationship seems to be more on the rocks than anything as of late. Every single time they opened their mouth was to fight about some point that won’t matter a few months down the road and at some point, it felt like they were fighting for the sake of fighting. It was as if there wasn’t anything else they had left to say to each other and that’s why they fought. They had more to say to each other when they were nitpicking and find problems with each other. On some days, it could simply be about the fact that he left a plate, a single plate, in the dish and didn’t wash it immediately. It was always the small and minute things that would get on their nerves.

They weren’t fighting about the important things like how she was bothering more about her cases than their family or about how she wasn’t at home at all these past few days because they were sick and tired of talking about that. Kowalski has learned the hard way that their relationship was nothing but a repetitive cycle of being happy, getting angry, fighting before things became okay again. It was always the same thing and it would always begin to spiral with each new case. However, this time seemed different. 

They were cold, especially cold. This unspoken war between the two of them has gone far longer than expected and they haven’t shared a single amicable moment since the last time he could remember. Today was no different. Kowalski went on about something, Jules didn’t agree and they went off. It was the same stupid cycle except this time, he didn’t want to be apart of it. He didn’t want to be apart of whatever this psychotic shit that they made is. He was tired and weary and what was the point of acting like he had a wife and wearing a wedding ring when she wasn’t even there in the first place? They were playing house and she couldn’t even see that.

“Stay?” He asked, repeating her words under his breathe as he paused. Hands coming to a stop from packing his bag as he turned to face her. Daggers in his eyes piecing her with his gaze. “You want me to stay?” He mocks her again. Kowalski didn’t believe what she was saying –– Not a least bit. If she wanted this, she would have put in the effort but she didn’t. Kowalski just believes that he was a constant, a comfort, for her to run back to when things were over. Something for her to rely on and keep herself sane when things got crazy but he couldn’t be that when she wasn’t there. His entire existent seemed to depend on her and maybe that’s why he hated every bit of this so much. He hated that he felt something when she said that. Hated that he paused to consider what she was saying even. 

“Maybe if you said that a while back, I would. I would stay and we wouldn’t be here but I can’t... I can’t do this, Jules. I can’t do this over and over again.” He sighs. “I want to start a family with you... But you’re not even here.” So what if they got a dog? She wasn’t even there to take care of him. Most of the time, it was just Kowalski and the dog. Was he married to the dog or was he married to her? “You’re never here... You come as you please and leave when you want. It’s like... we’re not married in the first place.” And maybe she regrets that too. Who knows? “And maybe we aren’t because it doesn’t feel like I have a wife most of the time, Jules. I leave without you in the house and I come back home to this empty house so what’s the point of me staying? I’m sick and tired of coming home to an empty house. I have a wife, Jules, and she’s gone.”

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❛  you  still  feel  like  home  .  ❜ ~ Erik and Elia

TO THOSE WE LOVE  :    open !!

Part of him felt the same way she did and part of him would always belong to her. Always, even if one day she decide that she doesn’t want him in her life anymore and that she wanted to cut their ties of completely. That was the reasons he stayed in the same house and kept it despite moving in with his new wife. Part of him would always stay and would always be the person that she married –– that was just the type of person Erik was. However, hearing her say that had his hearts string tugging and he knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way, not when he said he was moved on. 

The man just sat there for a long moment as he contemplated his thoughts and what to say to her. The air thick and heavy as a pin drop silence hung over their heads with nothing but the hushed sound of the car engine going off. They had moved on, or rather she had and he was forced too, but he understood what she meant. at a certain point of time in their lives, they had chose to commit themselves to each other; give each other a piece of their soul before god and that was something neither of them could take back no matter how sour things became. There was simply no way too. Despite all the time that had passed and what was done, he still cared for her and wanted her to be happy. If she saw leaving him as the way to go, then he accepted that but the fact was they had moved on so what did she mean by this?

A hand gently came to rest on her own as Erik shifted his ocean eyes to her direction –– gentle and loving as he gazed into her. The male trying to let her down as gently as he could. It wasn’t possible anymore. Maybe a few years back, a few months back, there was a chance but it wasn’t there anymore. He had a wife. A new family. “We shared a vow, Elia,” A vow that long meant nothing. “and I promised you that if you need me, I’ll be there... But I can’t give you what I gave you back then. I have a wife... And you won’t want me.” A scoff slipped his lips. After all, he knows she won’t want him back. That’s why she left right? “I hurt you... I hurt you a lot, and it wasn’t fair. I wasn’t a good person... Don’t find a home in those people who hurt you. You deserve better than that.” She knows that right?

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🎁🎁🎁 ~ Kowalski and Jules

SEND 🎁 FOR ...  /   open !!

for the acts of service man, giving gifts is a hard one. he isn’t sure what jules would want but he also isn’t sure if she would like what he gets so he spends half the time worrying about getting a gift than actually getting a gift. sometimes he wonders why can’t he just gives her hours of his days like he already is. however, her has spend time contemplating getting her a lot of things like:

a game console ( just so he can keep jules at home for maybe that little bit time )

a cook book ( so they can cook together? )

new shoes

jewellery...

a sweater or a new cardigan since she always says she’s cold

a candle set? perfume?

plushies?

honestly he has no idea what is going to get... however, most likely kowalski ends up getting jules a onesie and one for himself so they can match and he also ends up getting her a ring and new shoes since shoes are important if she’s gonna be standing and running around catching criminals all day.

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🎁🎁🎁 ~ Seb and Avery

SEND 🎁 FOR ...   /   open !!

oh, sebastian knows what avery wants ( or so he thinks it does ). he is an observant man and he would practically get avery whatever she has ever mentioned she wants that he has yet to get including a lot of sex toys that the two can try out across the christmas holiday. as a part of the gift, it includes a lot of sex and a lot of snogging, a lot of sebastian being clinging and a lot of food platter and wine in the bathtubs with bed covered in bed of roses. christmas gifting in sebastian’s dictionary is a whole experience and not just a gift so avery better be prepared to deal with her boyfriend/husband/fiance that is going to give her the time of her life with just one gift. occasionally, the gift also includes jokes such as, “i am the gift!”