#shut up alena

[petitbutcher]

the fact that hughie came back from his little food run at the end of 3.07, saying “only thing open was john silver’s. so, i guess that’s kind of fish and chips, right?” sort of proves to me that fish and chips is butcher’s comfort food because 1) it’s literally a traditional british dish and 2) butcher’s been through a lot in 3.07 and i’m sure he needed some comfort after what happened and i guess hughie noticed that he was still very agitated even hours after the mindstorm incident so i think he asked butcher what he’d like to have for dinner and offered to grab it for them

#going insane over billy butcher once again #billy butcher #hughie campbell #the boys #shut up alena

[my-little-random-world]

IRENA 𝒂𝒏𝒅 ALENA | Zlatá labuť (The Golden Swan) — Season 1 Episode 5

Alena: You wanted to see the new dresses and coats, so where do we start? Irena: We will wait until my husband leaves. Alena: I should probably go, too. Irena: You shouldn't have come here at all. But since you're already here, show me what you've got.

#SHUT ME UP #AAAAAAHHHH #SCREAMINGGG #oh you know why you're there alena #and it's not to help her dress up #i'm terrified that i am yet again shipping a ship that is bound to sink #😭💔 #i feel like these two will destroy me #i hope not #please let me have this #*sighs dramatically* #irena x alena #i will go down with this ship #irena mašková #kristýna ryška #alena zimová #simona lewandowská #zlatá labuť #the golden swan #my gifs

[eds6ngel]

✎ when i kissed the teacher | part two

summary: with the christmas fayre coming up, alena offers for steve to help run your stall with you. but, how will alone time between the two of you affect your ever-growing feelings for one another?

if you aren’t caught up on the story, read part one here!

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. swearing. mutual pining. slow burn. fluff. angst. robin being a matchmaker. slight age gap [r is 24, steve is 29]. r has a breakdown towards the end. more warnings in future chapters! [4.2k].

Can a teacher date a student’s parent?

Can a teacher and a parent be romantically involved?

Is it okay to have a crush on a student’s parent?

Hours upon hours spent searching the highs and lows of Yahoo! just to be met with the same answers.

Wouldn’t encourage.

Not advised.

No.

“What are you still doing up? You have kids to teach from 8am tomorrow,” your roommate Amy says, you peering at the clock on the wall, it reading 11:47PM.

You groan and bury your face in your hands, letting the inevitable frustration take over your soul, “I thought this new search engine was meant to be reliable? It keeps giving me the same damn answers.”

The sound of running water floods your senses, Amy taking on the task to tackle the growing pile of dishes you’d left rotting in the sink from your evening meal. “I mean, does that mean it’s unreliable? Or is it just not giving you the answer you desire?”

You slam your laptop lid shut, resting your head on top of the heavy, black outer, buzzing your lips, “Maybe, I’m not right about everything.”

“No one’s right about everything honey, that’s just life. You’re letting the self-doubt flood your mind again,” she reminds you, your mind racing about the situation at hand.

You lean back in your chair, Amy coming over and massaging your shoulders, “I think it’s time for you to get some sleep. Take your mind off of things.”

You let out a deep breath, one you weren’t even aware you were holding in, “Yeah, probably for the best.”

You leave your laptop on the kitchen table, raising from your seat and dragging yourself to your bedroom. Throwing on your pyjamas, you head to the bathroom to complete your nightly skincare routine. However, the silence of the small apartment made your thoughts worse. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way, had these same exact questions. Although, there was nothing for him to worry about. He didn’t have the price of his whole entire job at stake.

By your own research, you also stumbled across articles of “breaching confidentiality,” which made sense to you. If you became a mother figure for one of your students, it would destroy the power dynamic. And with not many teaching roles available around the area, you couldn’t lose your one opportunity. An opportunity that you actually enjoyed.

You flop onto your bed, snuggle yourself underneath the silken sheets and try to let your mind wander into a weird dream that could never be explained. You needed a break before seeing his face again tomorrow.

The next two months felt like torture. Seeing his beautiful face, those gorgeous brown curls every morning and afternoon just made your crush on him intensify. And not only that, but Alena was improving in Math. He listened to you. Not only was he an extremely attractive guy, but he was also an amazing dad. The most deadliest combination of them all.

And you would also be lying if you said if you didn’t spend at least a few times a week scouring the internet for the answer you wanted to your question. However, with every new response, it just directed you further away from your desired answer.

“Thank you for being such wonderful, respectful and kind students today! I’m proud of each and every one of you,” you say, a smile plastered on your face. “Now, as you all know, the Christmas Fayre is coming up next week! You have all been working so hard on forming your chocolate boxes. But, I will need a volunteer to help me run our stall, and that volunteer I was hoping for would be in the form of one of your guys’ parents! So, if you could be so kind as to ask them—”

However, your request is cut short by Alena’s hand shooting up in the air, her practically bouncing in her crossed-legged position, “Yes, Alena?”

“My daddy will help!” she beams.

If there was anyone you hoped wouldn’t offer, it would be her. But, how could you deny? She was a six-year-old kid, you couldn’t just tell her no because you couldn’t cope around her father who you also so happened to have a crush on.

“That’s very nice of you to offer Alena, but wouldn’t it be wise to ask your daddy first just to see whether he can make it?”

“Oh, I know he’s free!” she says straightforwardly, “He finishes work at 1 on a Friday, all he does for the afternoon is sit at home!”

“Okay,” you breathe out, clapping your hands together, “Stev— Alena’s daddy it is! Don’t worry the rest of you, it’s all sorted now! Now, who wants to go home?”

A chorus of “Me!” can be heard from the voices of the children sitting on the rug, you walking over to the window to check what parents had arrived, and sure enough, Steve was standing there patiently waiting. You can’t help but give him a small smile as he looks at you, waving his hand.

God, stop acting like a teenage girl.

You look down and compose yourself, calling over to Alena and Harry, his mom also there ready to collect him. Alena bumbles over to you, giggling away at nothing as she cheesily grins. “Okay honey, off you go. Have a great weekend!”

Steve is smiling as his daughter runs up to him, causing him to slightly stumble back as she races into his legs and hugs them tightly, “Good afternoon to you too Missus! How was your day?” he asks, grabbing her hand and leading her out to the school parking lot.

“Sooo good!” she jumps, “I got all my math problems right!”

“That’s great pumpkin! That extra homework really helped out, didn’t it? Miss. L/N is a genius!” he beams to his daughter, trying to hide the fact that he was just complimenting your intellect as a human being, rather than just in your profession.

“Uh huh! And then me and Timmy played Hopscotch and I won, of course,” she says sassily, putting her hand to her chest, making Steve laugh. He was proud she inherited his confidence in a positive way, he couldn’t bear to see his own family turn out the way he did in his schooling career.

“Oh, did you? Was Timmy just not up to your level? Doesn’t have that Harrington magic?”

“Nope!” she shouts, popping the ‘P,’ “And then I got ten out of ten in my spelling bee! And we got to do lots of drawing as it’s Friday and Miss. L/N lets us have lots of fun on a Friday!”

“Sounds like you had a very busy day then!” Steve says, lifting her into the front seat and putting her seatbelt on for her. Alena waits to answer, kicking her feet in her seat as Steve situates himself in the driver’s side.

“Yeah! And then at the end of the day, Miss. L/N talked about the Christmas Fayre and I said you could help her out!”

Steve almost chokes on his own spit, spluttering out, “You said that I could help?”

“Yeah! You always talk about how lonely you are on a Friday without me, so I thought you could help her out!”

“That’s very nice of you to offer sweet-cheeks, but I thought I was taking you around the Christmas Fayre next Friday? That way I wouldn’t be lonely without you!” Steve says, trying to find any way out of the inevitable trap his daughter had put him in. It’s not like she understood, how could he blame her?

“But Miss. L/N really needs help daddy. Pleaseeeee! Auntie Robin could take me instead and I would still see you.”

He knew she was right. But, he may have found his one-way ticket out of the task, “But, sweetie, Robin works until two on a Friday, remember? She may be too busy.” She better be fucking busy.

“Can you just ask her daddy? Pleaseeeee!” she drags out, Steve caving into his daughter’s cuteness.

“Okay, okay,” he sighs out, “But, just keep in mind she may say no, okay?”

“Oh, I’d be happy to take her,” Robin smiles, Steve hearing the smirk in her tone through the receiver.

“Robin, that was a rhetorical question, I want you to say no. For the love of God say no,” Steve begs, knowing his best friend was fully aware of his crush on you. The countless hours of him both down the phone and in person rambling away about how beautiful you were, Robin soon picking up on the cues, and then her teasing him relentlessly about it was still going strong.

“Oh, poor Stevie can’t handle spending some time alone with his daughter’s teacher,” she whines dramatically, Steve rolling his eyes.

“I know you think you’re being funny Robin, but that is the exact mess I am in. How am I meant to stand there and run a fucking Christmas stall with her when she is the most gorgeous woman in the world?”

“You just gotta be yourself,” she laughs, telling him her signature advice, knowing that it has never helped him in the past.

“Stop with that bullshit Robin, you and I both know that neither of us have ever followed it,” he admits with a shake of his head, “Look, can’t you just say that you and Vickie have a date or something?”

“We’ve been together for eight years, Steve. You think we still plan weekly date nights? We’re almost thirty, you know,” Robin reminds him, the idea of the couple scheduling time out for romanticism seeming utterly ridiculous.

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he complains, ignoring the fact that he was one year away from hitting thirty, “Right, I’m gonna call in Lena, just make up some excuse please, okay? She’s six, she’ll believe literally anything.”

“Fine,” Robin agrees, “Your loss dude.”

After Steve shouts Alena’s name, she comes running in, feet pattering against the wooden floor, “Auntie Robin is on the phone, she has something to tell you,” Steve says, passing the phone down to her smaller height.

“Hello?”

“Hi Auntie Robin!”

“Yeah?”

“Really?”

“Thank you!”

“Okay, byeee!”

Steve notices Alena’s pitch get higher as each word was spoken, her attitude getting happier and happier. Robin had definitely told her the truth.

As Alena passes the phone back, Steve quietly thanks her as she patters back to her bedroom, him raising the phone back to his ear, “You told her you could take her, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh!” Robin cheerfully replies.

Steve shakes his head in annoyance, “I hate you.”

“I know.”

After you had gotten all the kids with their parents, it was time for you to tackle setting up the stall. As previously told, Robin had collected Alena and Steve should be arriving any minute. The school had already set up the tables for every class, so all you had to do was transport the chocolate boxes over to your designated table.

A faint knock can be heard on your classroom door as you spin around, Steve standing there sheepishly, waving to you.

You giggle to yourself, “You can come in, you know? We’re technically out of hours, you don’t need to stand around like a lost puppy.”

He puts his hands up in defense, making his way over to you, “Nothing wrong with some good old fashioned manners.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” you smile, “Thank you for coming by the way, Alena was persistent on you being the parent to help out.��

“If you think she was persistent here, you should’ve heard her in my car that afternoon: ‘Daddy please help out Miss. L/N, she really needs it,’” he says in a baby voice, upping his pitch to match the tone of his mini-me.

You laugh at his impression, “She’s a character, that’s for sure,” you reply, before explaining the situation, “Okay, so the kids made a bunch of chocolate boxes. I’m gonna sell them for $1.50 a box purely for the array of brands. My bank account is currently punishing me, but that’s okay.”

“Wait, you bought all the chocolate yourself?” Steve queries.

You sigh, “Yeah, but it’s no problem, really. It was a great way of combining learning with fun. As you can see, all the outside boxes are decorated differently, so it was good to factor in their knowledge of shapes along with some artsy work.”

“You know, if you asked the parents, I would’ve happily chipped in with a few bars of Hershey’s,” he honestly admits, copying you as you begin to pick up some of the chocolate boxes.

You shake your head, heading out of your classroom and down towards the main hall, “Honestly, it’s nothing. That’s the kind of thing you sacrifice for being a teacher. We’re underpaid as it is, our wages not factoring in this entire classroom decoration business, so $10 worth of chocolate bars wasn’t breaking the bank too much. Actual Christmas shopping is the real breaker,” you softly laugh.

There it was again: that kindness. You would do anything for those kids, anything to make them happy, to allow them to enjoy school. Even if it meant dipping into your own savings. That was admirable.

You arrive at your designated table, “Okay, so just line them up in a way that makes them easy to see. No need for any fancy order or anything,” you explain, “There’s thirty boxes altogether, so don’t spread them too far apart. The table is pretty small after all.”

“You got it,” he replies, laying out the items on the red cloth-covered table, as do you, before you both walk back to the classroom and repeat your actions.

Once you have completed your task, you take a seat on the chairs that the staff had so kindly laid out for you beforehand. You breathe out, “Now time to relax.”

Steve checks the watch perched on his left wrist, “What time does this thing start again?”

“2:30,” you tell him, further adding, “I got lucky in the sense that I only had to lay out these boxes. I know other grades made snowmen and other decorations, or fourth grade did the classic antiques stall where they get the kids to bring in old or unused items from home. And then, of course, we have our lovely outside visitors who are doing the raffle, hook a duck, stuff like that. We also have to give the cafeteria staff enough time to prepare food since this is going on until 5pm. Oh, that reminds me, I bet Alena didn’t tell you how long this was on for!”

He smiles, thinking to himself how you cute you were when you rambled, “I think you forget it was on the flyer you gave out to the kids.”

You laugh in an embarrassed manner, hiding your face behind your hands, “Sorry. I genuinely forget that sometimes you are just a parent of one of my students. Like, as I’m talking to you right now, it just feels like I’m talking to a regular guy, you know?”

He softly chuckles, “I understand. I mean, I always feel like I’m just talking to a pretty girl instead of my daughter’s teacher.”

You become rendered speechless. Did he just say what you thought he said?

“You… You think I’m pretty?” you tenderly question, making sure you weren’t living inside of your own fantasy world.

Steve fumbles over his words, “I, um…” before he shakes his head, “What the hell am I lying for? Uh, yes. Yes I do think you look… pretty.” He looks down at his lap, twiddling his own thumbs as he awaits the ultimate rejection. You can’t just say that stuff to her, no matter how much it’s true.

You blush at his compliment, internally thanking yourself that you weren’t imagining his feelings back, “Thank you… You look handsome too.”

She’s just saying it to be nice. She’s just saying it to be nice. She’s just saying it to be nice.

“Um… Thanks.”

But, now that it was reciprocated, you began burying yourself into a deeper hole: the questions. The questions answered no. You can’t date him. You could lose everything. You couldn’t lose your job over a stupid boy. A handsome boy. A nice boy. A kind, sweet… caring boy. Could you?

An hour into the event and half the chocolate boxes were already sold. You had been doing the same stall for the past two years, the idea coming to you your first year of teaching after talking to another teacher about Christmas gifts. But, it had never sold this fast. Although, you noticed by the body language of some parents that Steve’s charm and looks were playing a major part in the quick selling. But, he had charmed you, so who were you to judge?

You were out of earshot and attending to another customer as Robin and Alena approached the stall, Alena shouting, “Daddy!” Steve’s facing lighting up with delight.

“Hey pumpkin! How’s it been so far?”

She giggles and bounces in her spot, “Soooo good! Robin got me some candyfloss and I had a hot chocolate. But, I got too excited and burnt my mouth. But, it didn’t hurt too much and I drank the whole thing!”

“The sugars definitely had an effect on someone, hasn’t it?” he says, lifting his eyebrows at Robin, giving her an accusatory look.

She scoffs at him, “Give her a break, it’s Christmas. Plus, I think we have better things to be talking about,” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He sighs, “She already called me handsome because my big ass mouth couldn’t shut up and told her that she looks pretty right to her face,” he mentally facepalms himself.

Robin grins at him, “Well, that’s perfect!”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, are you kidding?” she asks, “She complimented you back after you complimented her. She literally reciprocated back. Girls don’t do that for no reason.”

“Robin, you don’t even like men.”

She looks at him dumbfounded, “Straights and lesbians aren’t that different, you dingus. We still react the same way when it comes to someone who likes us.”

“Whatever you say,” he replies, trying to ignore his best friend’s advice.

“I’m just saying, give it a shot,” she says, “At least if you get rejected, you can move on. I’ve had enough of you love-dumping about her down the phone.”

“Hey,” he points a finger at her, “This is payback for when you wouldn’t shut up about Vickie in your senior year.”

“And we’re still happily in love eight years later, so who’s the real loser here, Harrington?”

He rolls his eyes at her, Robin copying his action as you become free from the previous customer, tending to Alena.

Steve licks his lips as he thinks to himself: God, maybe Robin is right. What else has he got left to lose? A million girls rejected him during and after high school, that’s only another one to add to the never-ending list, right?

The event ended a little later than expected, a remaining two chocolate boxes left for you and Steve to carry back to your classroom, leaving the pot of money on the table for the staff to collect and count up.

“Thank you for helping out, you don’t understand how grateful I am. It’s much easier to sell products when there’s two people doing the convincing,” you say with a soft laugh to your tone.

He buzzes his lips and waves his hand, “It’s nothing, trust me. I would’ve been doing nothing all afternoon if I wasn’t here.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “Alena told me that last Friday.”

“She did?” he asks with a smile, you nodding along, “The cheeky little shit.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that when she said it. Like, damn girl, really outing your father’s loneliness like that,” you laugh, “Kids are so brutally honest, I love it.”

“Yeah, Alena’s definitely a straightforward kid, that’s for sure.”

A delicate smile crosses your face as you lift up a chocolate box to him, “For you.”

He takes it out of your hands, questioning, “Are you sure? You don’t need them for anything else?”

You shake your head sadly, “No. All the school does with unsold items is keep them in storage until next year or throw them in the trash. So, for food like this, it’ll get put in the trash unfortunately.”

He sighs solemnly, “That’s kind of sad, if I’m being honest. Like, there’s kids crafts here. Why throw it away?”

“That’s what I’ve always said!” you quietly shout, your voice small enough to not disturb the silent atmosphere, yet loudly projecting to show your agreement, “Like, you only get so many memories of the children that pass through this school, why discard them as simply as that? It’s like they don’t appreciate the kids personalities and only see them as future employees.” You sigh whilst shaking your head, shoving the remaining chocolate box into your own bag, slinging it over your shoulder, “Anyway, I should get going home. I’m sure you wanna go and see Alena too.”

“Wait!” Steve yells, the word spilling out of his mouth before he has time to compose himself. Just you standing there, you looked so beautiful. Your eyes so soft as they look up at him, lips slightly parted as if you wanted to question him, yet you let him continue. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah…” you breathe out, “Anything.”

Steve shakes his hands, trying to jitter the nerves out of his body. It was now or never.

“God… This is gonna sound so forward, and I’m sorry, but… Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

It was like a knife to the chest, you letting out a shaky breath as you clutched the binder and notebook in your arms, looking down at the floor as you swallowed. You really wanted to say yes. God, it was like a fire burning within you to say yes. But, you had to make a choice. This job was forever, who knew the long-term circumstances of the potential relationship? Was it really worth it to put your hard-earned degree in the background to focus on a love that might not even last?

And it’s not that you didn’t trust it to last, you had a feeling deep inside you that told you that he was the right person. But, there’s always the saying: Right person, wrong time.

“Steve, I… I can’t, I’m sorry,” you reply, trying not to let the tears fall as you explain your reasoning, “It’s not you, I promise it’s not, it’s just… confidentiality, you know? Because of Alena, if we became a couple, I could get accused of a lot of shit, potentially even lose my job. And I’ve worked a long time to get here, and I can’t be throwing it away for a relationship. I’m really sorry, but… Yeah, that’s why.”

You look up at him, his face telling that he was heartbroken, him wanting so desperately for the answer to be yes. He knew it, you were just being polite.

“Yeah, I get it,” he mumbles out, convinced that your reasoning was a cover up for your lack of attraction, “I get it…”

“Again, I’m sorr—”

He cuts you off, “It’s fine…”

You sigh out, “Well… I have to head home, it’s getting late,” you say, him nodding along, still not making any eye contact with you, “Have a good Christmas, Steve.”

“Yeah… You too,” he replies, you turning your back and heading out of your classroom, not returning for another two weeks.

You stormed out to the parking lot, the night sky covering over, the stars twinkling away as you throw your bag into the passenger seat. You slam your door shut, breathing out, the tears now falling down your cheeks as you hit your steering wheel forcefully, screaming out, “Stupid fucking bullshit rules!”

You pull your car out of park, reversing and steering out of the lot. You try to drive as carefully as you can, the rush of anger coursing through your blood making it extremely difficult to stick to the road safety rules you were taught at sixteen.

After arriving home five minutes earlier than normal, your bad energy keeping you slightly above the required speed limit, you unlock the front door to your apartment, Amy not expected to return home for another two hours.

You throw your keys and bag on the kitchen counter, grabbing your laptop and speeding to your room. You open up the lid and once again type in, ‘Can a teacher date a student’s parent?’

“Come on… Come on… Please, please!” you yell, your body shaking as you frantically search the web for the answer you so desperately require. There had to be some way around this. You couldn’t let this slip through your fingers.

Wouldn’t advise.

Strong discourage.

Do not do this.

Definitely no.

You scream as you throw your laptop away from you, crying out, “Just give me the fucking answer!”

But, that was the issue. That was the answer. No amount of wishful thinking would change that. You couldn’t date Steve Harrington.

everything got a little bit angsty towards the end, but that's what makes a good fic, right?

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[zayndrivesmeinvain]

The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena 

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“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop. 

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun. 

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties. 

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on. 

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours. 

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young. 

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger. 

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now. 

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure. 

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.” 

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face  expression if not her tone says it all. 

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”  

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl. 

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

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The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better. 

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight. 

- 

“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them. 

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well. 

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her. 

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is. 

-

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for? 

-

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once. 

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?” 

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight. 

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care! 

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well. 

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping. 

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order. 

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders. 

“What can I get you to drink, babes?” 

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction. 

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.” 

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit. 

-

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night. 

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder. 

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot. 

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined. 

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.” 

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later. 

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings. 

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light. 

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable. 

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink. 

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.” 

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub. 

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet. 

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on. 

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark. 

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.” 

- 

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter? 

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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[courtofthrones]

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Summary: What happens when two people who are the opposite ends of a thread of fate try to get the other end of the thread to burn knowing they would burn too. Because he was the throne but she will see the throne burn.

A/N: This is definitely an Eris loaded chapter. I think this is by far the longest chapter(still not much longer). I haven't checked for any mistakes so please ignore them if you can. Reblogs and feedback of any kind appreciated.

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STAGE VII: HOLD YOUR BREATH

"And you must incorporate the royal colours in your wedding attire dear to signify our union with the High family. You know what I will have the seamstresses bring their best red fabrics."

You didn't even bother gracing the repetitive droning of your mother with a reply. With the fateful day of your wedding approaching faster than ever your mother had all but declared herself the sole decision maker on the matters regarding the preparations for your impending nuptials.

And you could not be more grateful about it because you were more than happy to not spare a single thought on it. But as you walked the castle grounds you prayed to the Mother for her to just shut her mouth for a single moment.

Having been reinstated in his court duties due to the 'mercy' of the High Lord your father had been busier than ever, so he made sure to take an evening walk with his family everyday before dinner.

However today the meetings had run a little longer than the others so Myhir who always accompanied him during court matters had also joined the walk. With a strong grip on your hand he helped you through a particularly treacherous path in the garden. You grabbed his arm a tad tighter with every step you took, allowing yourself a moment of happiness amongst everything.

You could also see it on Myhir's face how much these small moments meant for him. Having to see your lover get married and not being able to do a thing surely couldn't be easy. Had it been you in his place you would have crumbled with heartbreak.

--

Eris yearned for a warm bath in his chambers after the exhausting day he just had. Having to play all these mind games along with endless court posturing for years without a crack in his mask truly did manage to suck the soul out of him.

As he made his journey back to his private chambers his mind managed to wander off to thoughts of a certain sharp tongued beauty. His thoughts seemed to do that a lot these days. Revolve around you.

You were strong, that he'd give you. Having endured the scorn of the court for decades without so much as shedding a single tear. But that is where his admiration of you ended because due to some unfortunate reason you managed to bring out a part of himself that he had long thought buried.

You always said the right words with enough bite for him to lose control of his emotions. There has always been something lurking beneath your eyes ever since he saw you in the garden at the gala. If it was hunger for vengeance or something else he was not sure.

And you being aware about his association with Lady Alena Velon certainly didn't help with matters. For the last few days he has tried thinking of all possible ways you could use that information to your advantage but he has failed in reaching to a conclusion.

Unpredictable and disastrous.

Truly someone that tore through all his walls and left him utterly unarmed.

As Eris looked out towards the royal gardens which shined golden under the setting rays of the sun through the glass windows, his thoughts suddenly died in his mind.

There you were. Looking graceful as ever walking with your family, your arm around that damned advisor.

Again.

Smiling and looking up at him as though he held the stars in his hands.

Eris Vanserra thought himself a novice when it came to matters of the heart but he knew in his heart at that moment, it was a look between lovers. Hanging onto every word, grabbing each other a tad closer and gravitating towards each other no matter where.

At that Eris began closing the space between you before his mind could come up with a reason for it.

--

You allowed yourself this one moment of reprieve from all your burdens, walking alongside Myhir. The day had not yet ended and it had already tired you out. Your parents had managed to walk quite a bit ahead of you, so you let yourself look at Myhir unbashedly.

"Is there something on my face?" Myhir said as he bent down to pluck a rose from the garden.

You took the flower from his hands as he held it out to you ."Can I not look at you just because I want to?"

"Is that so?"  He watched as you put the flower in his hair.

You mimicked the smile on his face."Yes because it is quite beautiful."

"What is?"

It took all your strength to not let out an annoyed groan at the voice of the person you wanted to get away from the most.

"Your grace ." Myhir greeted him.

However Eris only glared at him with annoyance on his face before turning to watch you with his keen gaze.

" I will escort the lady from here. Leave us." Eris finally spoke with a cocked head in the direction of the palace . Without even sparing Myhir a second glance.

Myhir opened his mouth as if to protest but thought better of it and bowed his head in farewell before walking off towards your parents.

" Walk with me." Eris commanded before you offering his arm. He always sounded like that.

Authoritative and entitled.

"And pray tell me why should I do that ?" You grit out with venom in your voice and you hated yourself for it. You should know better than show him how much his presence affected you. This simmering enmity between you both had managed to invade your life and lodged itself deep in all aspects of it.

Eris managed to take a hold of your hand and played with your fingers absent-minded. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Do not look so upset princess. You were smiling to your heart's content just a moment ago. Surely you could manage taking a walk with the one you are set to spend the rest of your life with."

Your lips pressed themselves into a thin line. "That is a hard thing to do , don't you think? Since neither of us are each other's choice."

" Yeah I can see that." He scoffed as if finally remembering the reality of the relationship between you both.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You ask narrowing your eyes at the harsh tone in his words.

"Do you take me for a halfwit? Surely you did not think I wouldn't find out about your secret lover. For a lady who was so vexed about my relations I expected you to hold yourself to the same standards but alas I was wrong."

Your bones went gelid right where you stood. This would be the information that you would wish to share with anyone but him. “It is none of your concern,” you replied rather blandly.

Eris is all stormy anger and volatile fury at your words. None of his concern? Is that to say he was right in his assumption. He did not have the name for it but he felt extremely unsettled at the thought of your heart being occupied by another. At you not looking at someone with hatred shining in your eyes.

It was unnatural and utterly selfish.

"None of my concern? I think it is especially my concern to know who my soon to be wife is entertaining herself with." He gritted out as if he would start breathing fire.

You stood there with your hands still in his gentle grip wildly different from his harsh voice and the world melted around you like ice facing fire.

"Entertainment?" You could not believe the word. "Is that what everything is to you ?"

"Do tell me what it is then? Do not tell me it is true love?" Eris didn't quite understand where the question came from but it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Jealousy is not a good look on you darling."

You say all amused smiles and cheeky voice. You looked like you were enjoying yourself, like a predator toying with it's prey.

"Why would I be jealous of your little boy toy? Though I expected much more honour from you."

It is truly pressing how affected he is at your words.

The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and red as if your mere presence made the Autumn Court dance, Eris thought to himself. With fire beneath his skin Eris Vanserra truly was the Prince of Autumn but you were Autumn incarnate with your fiery smiles and cinnamon fragrance. However the breathtaking scenery did not alleviate the tension surrounding you both.

"You speak to me of honour? You? Son and heir of High Lord Beron Vanserra? Where was this so-called honour of yours when your subjects were dying? Where was your honour when you burned my brother at the stake?" You pinned the words with your blood singing in fury. "But do not worry my prince I would make sure that you would at least see an honourable death."

You gritted out with all bared teeth and venom before shaking your fingers out of his grip and making your escape towards the castle.

Your furious words and the resentment in your eyes woke him up as if he was slapped in the face and made him remember how you were the last two individuals that would find  comfort with each other.

Because the blood on his hands had never birthed something as remarkable and pure as love.

--

Despite your mother having declared herself the sole decision maker on matters regarding your nuptials, you were not spared from the tediousness of it all.

Every day, tailors from all over Pyrthian come and go to have you try out their designs. It was the same with Eris but you believed it was more nerve-wracking on your end .After all he was the beloved prince of Autumn .He did not have to cater to anyone else's wishes. Which you could definitely see him having a hard time with.

The present day was no different than the last others as you were ushered out of your chambers into the parlors where you pushed into multiple dresses, having to hold your breath and arms up for long hours.

Upon your arrival, you were greeted by a bustling room with multiple seamstresses biting needles and toiling away at their tables .But the moment you entered the room they all turned to greet you. Flustered at the sudden attention you took some time before nodding your head at them.

And it began: the unending fitting and picking at you.The seamstresses tried their best to be delicate with you but sometimes they pricked you by mistake having been pressed for time.

"Your grace." Everyone greeted in unison.

You inhaled sharply before turning to face the least appealing person at the moment for you.

Unlike from your last encounter, there was not a trace of emotions on his face. Although when his eyes locked with you something unnamed stirred underneath it.

He studied you head to toe. You were wrapped up in the finest white silks with your house's cloak cascading from your shoulders.

You only inclined your head in greeting deliberately trying to avoid any kind of conversation with him but it would seem everyone else in the room was awaiting with scrutinizing eyes for your interaction with the prince.

With a forced smile Eris strutted his way towards you and the faes helping you took a few steps back to give you some privacy.

You studied your intended as he stopped in front of you. He was in his usual court garbs with his cropped red hair slicked back to reveal a little of his forehead. But it would seem on the way here he had managed to undo a few of the top buttons of his shirt revealing some of his defined tanned chest to the room.

He captured your cheek in his hands and pressed his lips firmly on your forehead.

"How are you this fine day, princess?"

The nearby faes swooning as though Eris was declaring his eternal love for you.

"Better now that I have seen your beautiful face my sunshine." You replied with the fakest smile adorning your face as you gripped his hand.

"That endearment is surely a choice."

The familiar weight of his gaze settled on you as the seamstresses finally excused themselves from near you.

At that you dropped his hand immediately."Which is why we must stop calling each other these vain nicknames."

"Never." He grinned as if you served him his favourite food on a platter.

"Surely you could keep all that limited between you and your paramour." You continued with all the disgust you could muster coating your voice.

Eris Vanserra's face turned grim at that and he answered with a question.

"You would know all about that wouldn't you?"

" Know all about what ?"

The words caused both of your spines to snap straight as you turned to face the Lady Aelia of Autumn. When did she arrive? Surely you would have noticed the sound of her footsteps before she entered the room?

"Mother I didn't expect to see you here." Eris stammered out the words.

"Know all about what?" She pinned, perfect brow lifted while studying you and Eris.

Lady Aelia remained clueless to the rift between you and Eris pertaining to the matters of your respective secret lovers. And you would like her to continue remaining unaware of it.

Though how Eris had managed to keep Lady Alena Velon and his relation a secret under his mother’s watchful eyes was certainly impressive. What would happen if you’d reveal it to the Lady of Autumn? Not only would you have her on your side, Eris’s action would be reprimanded. But what is the surety of Eris not doing the same with you? It was too great of a risk and it would certainly destroy you -a female much more than it would destroy him.

You were to be husband and wife now. There was no need to drag Lady Aelia to your arguments. You shall hold this secret close to you and use it to your benefit in the future.

"It was of no importance mother." You jumped to save both of you. Eris pivoting to look at you with shock having heard the way you addressed his mother.

"We were merely talking about each other's interests." You finished.

At your words Lady Aelia's eyes softened on your face as though she knew of something you didn't but had spared you of it.

"That gives me comfort my dear ."she answered before taking a seat near the refreshments table and declaring to the room.

"Let us proceed with the fitting ."

As you walked away from him, Eris was left puzzled as to why you did not expose him to his mother. Eris watched your back as you walked away towards the waiting seamstresses. You always carried that ruthlessness in your stride— spine straight, chest pushed out, eyes straightforward.

A shudder snaked down his spine and in between his legs, where it had no right going to.

--

You glimpsed at Lyna through the gilded mirror as she finishes lacing up your dress.

It has been quite a few days since your last dispute with Eris. You remained in the Forest House restless and short tempered most of the time and your concerns regarding the lack of contact between you and Senkas surely did not help with matters.

"My lady let us go for a walk." Lyna suggested as if she could see the war inside your head. She was lovely. She had been your closest female companion since your childhood. Growing up there were not many people who you could call your friends and the bad name to your family certainly didn't help. Therefore Lyna was someone you cherished with all your heart.

So when she asked for your company you agreed immediately. Moreover being confined in your chambers and worrying yourself to death surely aren't going to help with your uneasiness.

--

On your way to the open courtyard, servants and sentries alike greeted you here and there. Everyone working in the palace had some kind of chore to do. Whether it be buying ingredients for the grand feast for royal wedding that had been promised to the members of the court or be it decorating every nook and corner.

Even with magic it was a tedious job due to which even Lyna was pulled from your side.

In the golden hour The Forest House was truly a sight to behold. The red splashed leaves created a picturesque beauty all around. You allowed yourself to bask in the tranquility of it but like always the cauldron's fate was never on your side.

"Lady Tarsa. Join us." Someone bellowed from the open courtyard.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of it stood the Autumn princes beckoning you towards them.

You looked at them through narrowed eyes before schooling your features into an amiable expression and walking towards them.

You gathered that they were about to set off for hunting in the forest from their bows and arrows.

"Am I to still call you that or something better? Like sister? Or perhaps Princess." It was Prince Blaze ,the second youngest and definitely the most disgusting son of Beron Vanserra. Rumours of him being a sadistic bastard were not uncommon in court. Thus the grin on his face certainly did its job of making you feel uneasy.

"Don't be an ass Blaze." Surprisingly it was Drystan, the second eldest who came to your defence and you found yourself gravitating closer to him.

"Come on brother surely she can take the heat. I just assumed hailing from the traitor's family should have made her thick skinned."

Your nails tattooed crescent shaped marks onto your palms as rage and bloodlust rushed through your veins. Don't kill him.

Do not kill him.

Just then Eris stepped away from his horse and strutted closer to you.

Eris stared at you blankly."What are you doing here ?"

You exclaimed with your hand on your chest. "It is a beautiful day is it not your grace. I am not a prisoner am I? Surely I am allowed to roam the palace grounds to my heart's content."

"You know that is not what I meant."He pushed closer to you instinctively.

A saccharine smile was what he received as you snaked your arms around his neck. "I know darling."

"Whatever you are planning y/n you better stop." He whispered so low that only you could hear his warning.

"You wound me my love. I would never."

Eris narrowed his eyes at that.

As you felt everyone's eyes on you, you leaned in and kissed his cheek fondly.

You could hear his bastard brothers laughing themselves to the ground at the action.

" Have a safe hunt."you smiled up at Eris.

Eris stared at you stunned by your open affections ,no matter how fake they were.

"Or not" you continued only for him to hear before stepping out of his embrace.

#eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris fluff #eris x oc #eris acotar #eris angst #eris smut #acotar x reader #acotar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #feyre #azriel #cassian #mor #beron vanserra #high lord beron #lady of the autumn court #the autumn court

[jaebird88]

While I don't go out of my way to ensure I tutor up the cards needed for a disgusting infinite combo during a game, I do include at least one set of cards for such combos. If it happens naturally through play, then I leave it up to my opponents to shut me down if possible.

I'm also nowhere near smart enough to look at cards and brain blast them into combos. I do think it's fun to oopsie-daisy into a combo, such is the case of adding Aggravated Assault in my Lathliss deck, which also includes Alena, Kessig Trapper... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#mtg #magic the gathering #edh

[chthonicgodling]

HI HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY stumbling in at the end of the day WITH some Elysium moms & some baby pics (& actual current babies stares at N ‘n Vid) - i had this in a different order on ig but i had to put it rainbow here lmao FEATURING:

Chal & bb!N

Libby & bb!Vid

Hess and Alena & bb!Leo

Loki & bb!Fjoer

Pasi & bb!Icy

Maci & bb!Neo

this was all last minute scribbled together with zero plan so apologies for restricting to one token child per, and also leaving out whoever was left out maybe next year lol,, any excuse to draw baby fluff tho 🥹 whee! also im sorry new friends and moots dutifully following along for the Loki jumpscare seamlessly blended into our mix that’s uh— listen. listen 😶 listen😔😅,, he’s just Here okay and we all have to live with that. dont tag as the m word shut up. m for MOM!!! FOR MOMSSSSS

and theyre all milfs (milves...) the end thank you. bonus pic that didnt neatly fit into this photoset over here !!!,, [Alena and, like, one half of the makeup of these infants belong to @fenixethekid !]

#my art #long post / #mothers day #oc art #hewwo. hewwooo

[myexhaustionissoftblue]

@a-mag-a-day

Lost John's Cave was the first episode to properly scare me. I'm not flat out claustrophobic or anything, but just the having to squeeze through tiny tunnels and not being able to find the end of the water to get out and being lost in this cramped space they thought they had an accurate map of definitely spooked me. The description of the squeeze being so tight you couldn't turn your head! Terrifying! And the "take her, not me" bit was super creepy, it was so good!

I forgot how Buried aligned Laura was! It's like Naomi Herne already being Lonely aligned. In both cases they liked their respective Entities and then had a terrible experience that changed their opinion about it.

Actually I feel like both sisters were Buried related in their own ways, idk. I'm a bit suspicious of what Alena knew. I almost think she knew a bit about the Buried or was Buried aligned herself in a more fear driven way than Laura.

Buried Alena vibes:

"It had helped her when she was in a bad place," <- Caving made her feel better? Ok I know this might be Laura jumping to conclusions

"She used to joke that it felt like the earth itself was trying to kick her ass." <- Hmm or was she serious and hiding it from you Laura?

"Alena said she thought it was quite sweet, in a strange sort of way, and joked that if she ever got trapped underground, she’d want it to be with me." <- That's Buried, I'm sorry

"I broke the surface to see Alena laughing to herself, and holding a rock over the part of the water where I had been trying to emerge." <- Her 'prank' is scaring her sister (with Buried fear)? :/

Alternatively, Vast!Alena:

"Alena was never quite as into it as I was, though. Don’t get me wrong, she was no claustrophobe and I wasn’t forcing her to follow me into the darkness on threat of a family rift, but she mainly enjoyed the climbing, and I always ended up going a little bit deeper than she wanted." <- Mainly enjoyed climbing you say... You went deeper than she wanted hmm...

"I think, to be honest, she would have preferred to get her exercise under the open sky or, failing that, in an above-ground gym. Maybe we should have tried cliffs or a climbing wall, but caving was our thing." <- Again this is admittedly pretty weak but hey. Her Laura wants to to Buried related hobbies, Alena wants to do Vast related ones.

"I had never done cave diving before, and neither had Alena, although she told me that the prospect spooked her less than some of the squeezes we’d had to do to get there." <- Idk just water can be Vast or Buried and I assume it's less tight so they can swim?

Uh and her being taken but not Laura. The Buried girl is fine but the Vast one ain't getting out of this alive!

Listen I just like headcanonning a bunch of things, especially when they have some (however small) supporting evidence in canon

Other stuff:

"About half way through, I realised that it was far tighter than I had imagined. I called ahead, to make sure Alena had made it out okay. She called back, told me it was a hard one, but she was fine. I wanted to answer her, but by that point the rock was so close around me it was stopping me from doing anything but holding my breath and willing myself forward.

"A hand grasped me firmly on the shoulder and pulled me through. Just like that, I was out."

<- I see this as the Buried trying to get Laura and if not for her sister pulling her out, acting as her anchor perhaps, she would have been taken by the earth or crushed right then and there

"As it got closer, I saw the pale hand that held it, and I heard something. It was Alena. It sounded far off and muffled, but I was sure she was calling for help. I shut my eyes, for all the good it did in that place, and tried desperately to will it all away. When I opened my eyes again, the light was still there, but it had changed somehow. It seemed brighter and, as I looked, I realised it was no longer coming from a candle. I could hardly believe it, but it looked like daylight."

<- I assume this is when the "take her not me" bit happens that she completely skimmed over. When she tries to "will it all away", she's hoping it'll take Alena instead of her and is speaking out loud, either unknowingly or on purpose to whatever is attacking them.

"I sent Tim to check the details – Martin declined to help with this investigation as he’s “a bit claustrophobic” – and he found some more bizarre discrepancies."

<- Also I made a post about this before, but Martin refusing to work on this statement because he's "a bit claustrophobic"?? He's definitely underselling it if he told Jon he wouldn't work on this despite obviously knowing that would make Jon annoyed and give him another reason to complain about him. Also this makes him living in the Archives and being in the basement 24/7 for months quite a bit more worrisome...

#this reads so insecure but that's only because i am #a mag a day #tma relisten #tma spoilers #tma #the magnus archives #mag 15 #mag015

[themaledicted-if]

😩🤚 unabashed Engela lover lol! What can I say, I like them hot and rude sometimes. Also pigs are precious 🥺

Engela is a rude and blunt little shit, but he knows how to wear a mask. His noble charm is only used for his own benefit and reputation.Can't wait to write his story AAAAAAA but here is a quick little peak about pre-pig!Engela as a present!

"My lord..." The young lady flatters her mauve eyes in a soft motion, her rouge-painted lips hidden from a coral feathered fan; you can hear her small smile tugging behind. "Ever you are ever a flatterer, I can never compare my beauty to yours for it is a vision, incomparable."

"Lady Lirainne. Outward beauty fades unlike the beauty of the heart and your heart is incomparable to anyone I've met." The sweet whispers render her in a speechless bliss, fanning her smooth blooming umber cheeks to cool the induced heat.

Abruptly the door opens, and a servant interrupts. "Forgive me for the disturbance, Milord but the Duchess awaits your return urgently."

A crestfallen sigh escapes his lips, he gives a polite kiss on his companion's gloved hand. "I hope you can forgive me for cutting this meeting short. Until we meet again." then he leaves the parlor with haste.

Engela Rosen de Liruele meets his mother inside the greenhouse where she usually spends her personal time. The woman delicately picks her cup, she takes in the scent with her eyes fluttered shut before taking a small sip. She feels the presence slowly approaching her behind, and she smiles. "Engela my darling. Would you come and please sit with me?"

Duchess Alena before she became wife and mother, she was the daughter of the kingdom's sovereign; the former princess. She had been the most sought-out bride of her youth, renowned for beauty and title. Her soft-spoken manner balances the soothing atmosphere.

"How is the Lady Irisielle?"

Engela snorts, and his polite and charming demeanor falls apart, he takes a seat with his legs crossed. "She is quite tedious, her conversation is so limited that I could fall asleep. I can't hardly believe that she is a prospective match. What is on your mind mother for you to recommend her?"

Lightly she tilts her head. "I think she is quite a lovely and genuine young woman from our spoken conversations."

"That was the exact comment with the last person."

With a heavy sigh, she mutters, "Darling, you must know that my love for you is unconditional and deep, if you ask for the world I would gladly give you but there are things that are far from my power and reach. I grow weary each day as the celebration of your birth approaches---"

"Mother. A problem that shall be solved unless you tell the exact solution."

"That's just it! There is no exact solution, the resolution of the curse varies for each holder. When your father was cursed he---"

He cuts her, "I know the story as it is the story that has been retold constantly on my bedtime, I know each word of it."

"But do you understand it?"

Engela responds haughtily, "Love conquers all especially magical curses. That's why you have been setting up matches for me."

She looks at Engela dutifully, she carefully caresses his stray pale hair behind his ear. "My darling you truly have no idea... I love your father and I know his feeling is the same. But our love did not end his curse, all I did was play a part as his guide and supporter." Her smile was blindingly kind and wistful, "time you will understand and until then, I will look after you as I had always done."

#snippet #ch: Engela #and his lovely mother #sorry it's rushe hehehehe

[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 21

Chapter 20 TW: Conversations of sexual content and references to abuse. I have tried not to put so many strong so as not to bother much more than it should already bother, but it is part of the story. Apologize in advance 🙏 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV*  I order an infusion like I told Jake to calm down. I've always been able to beat guys like Manfred, I don't stay quiet and I don't stay still either, but this time it's different. For some reason, in that office it caused me a lot of discomfort. Schneider was too comfortable doing such things.  When the notification sound rings for me, I reaches for the phone, hoping it's Jake. But it's Alena. Ugh… I don't feel like talking to her right now… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aleena MC! I have good news!  MC What is? Are the votes as favorites going up?  Aleena No, it's much better Jake and I have kissed! 🥰 Well, he has kissed me 🤭 Although I was a little uncomfortable, I told him that I want to go slow Isn't it cool? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This doesn’t make the situation from before something unimportant. Really, it just adds to an accumulation of things I hate. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I'm very happy for both of you Two of my friends together Aleena Hehe, thanks~ I'm looking forward to a third date with him Next time maybe it's more than just a kiss 😋 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't want to talk about this right now. It's not the moment. My mind is elsewhere. I avoid answering by keeping my phone in my bag. It has finally happened. I am… Happy for him, that he has turned the page… Very happy…  Okay, the important thing now is that Manfred hasn't done anything to Peter, so maybe he's not involved and he's just a pig asshole? No, there is something else.     "I can't stay focused." I murmured, remembering what happened in the office.      A strange chill runs through my body. I've known that man since I was a teenager… What if…? My stomach is upset. I want to vomit.  I squeeze my eyes shut, covering my mouth. I shouldn't have stayed and waited for Jake, I want to be home. I want to go home.     "MC…"      I open my eyes looking up. Jake looks at me concerned by my way of acting.     "Jake…" I whisper his name. Even though I don't show it, part of me is glad to see him "There's... There's a lot to talk about..."     "Let's go home." He offers me his hand to lift me up and I accept it.      I take my things and walk slowly.  Getting into the car, I don't comment on him and Aleena. I have to prepare for the conversation about Manfred. I don't care about his love life now, I have to stay focused.  Even if it costs. *Jake POV*  I'm worried she didn't say anything. The state in which I saw her through the glass had made all my emotions jump. I control myself not to drive to the police station and, even if I get pulled over, beat up Schneider.     "MC, what happened?" I ask worried.      She doesn't answer, she just looks out the window hugging herself. I think… The next time something happens, I'll have to take her back to Duskwood. She can't take this case anymore. Is going to kill her. We get to the apartment and she goes directly to the stairs with the words 'I'm going to change'. I hardly hear them because her voice was so low. Gizmo rubs against my legs and I pick him up, stroking him.     "Hey kid." Gizmo rubs under my chin, happy to see me. "MC is not feeling well, so let's be good, okay? No jumping."      I carefully set him down on the floor and I decide to get comfortable as well.  I wait in the living room for MC, while I go over everything we've discovered so far, adding her father to the mystery. I delete the word 'guilty?' quickly, I don't want MC to see this.     "Sorry for making you wait." MC sits next to me and I put the computer on the table "I needed to calm down for a moment."     "Don't worry," I answer calmly "What have you discovered?"      She lets out a long breath and looks directly at me.     “I think Schneider didn't kill Peter” the way she says it sounds disappointed, as if it's something she'd wished it to be “but he was involved in Oskar's murder, the way he was acting gave him away when we talked of the case."     “We just have to get him to talk somehow,” I commented, crossing my arms thoughtfully. "But it will be complicated, I don't think he'll confess to you so easily."     "And I prefer that he not be near me." She puts her legs up on the sofa and hugs herself again, but this time I see her expression. It's scary. "Jake, don't let me talk to him alone again."I clench my hand into a fist and ignore the pain. Carefully, I place a hand on her shoulder and she looks up at me with red eyes. I think she's too tired today to continue.     "What has he done to you?" I ask furiously.     “He hasn't done anything to me, but... the way he acts... Maybe I'm exaggerating, forget it.“     "You never exaggerate when it comes to investigating," I try to calm down for her. She doesn't need to have me angry now, she needs me to be focused. "MC, tell me, maybe I can help you."     She gives me a small smile, her breathing seems calmer. Then she starts playing with her engagement ring, as if looking for something in it.     "He... I don't know how to explain it, but the way he... talks, touches me-"     “What he touched you?" I ask nervously. I'm a second away from getting off the couch and going for him.     "Well... he placed his hands on my shoulders and then, he wanted to caress my hair.“ She explains, making gestures very slowly, with a lost look remembering at that moment “How to explain it? He made me feel very uncomfortable, I've never had this feeling before. I think it is not the first time that this man has behaved in this way.“     "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't go right now and smash that wretch's face in?" When I say those words, her look changes to one of surprise. I never usually get angry like this or nobody has given me so many reasons to do so.      I can't let something like this happen again.     “The reason is that something is still missing,” She answers slowly, “and that something is Charlotte, the missing girl. We have to find out what happened to her."     "Do you think she is the key to solving this?"     "I'm more than sure of that," her voice wants to sound firm, but it's impossible. She doesn't seem to have the strength to focus "Is Aleena going to look at the files?"     "Yes, she's going to... she's going to help us." I answered, remembering the worst moment of the afternoon. At least little by little I no longer noticed her lips. "I haven't told her that you're investigating Charlotte Spencer, she would surely discuss it with Lilly and the rest."     "Yeah, better not tell her." *MC POV*  I wait for the moment when he tells me that he kissed Aleena, but he remains silent. He doesn't tell me. I guess he doesn't want to hurt me. But that's already the past.     “Did you know that Aleena is adopted?” Jake asks me, his expression serious.     "No, she's never talked about that." I answered, trying to remember if she had ever talked about her life in an interview. It is the most common for people to empathize with you.     "Something very strange happened," I pay attention to Jake, putting what happened aside to focus on the new information "she changed his attitude too quickly.     "Really?"     "It was a very sudden change," I see how he remembers, concentrated. "She also said something along the lines of 'It's sad that some people don't get what they deserve.’ "     "She has a grudge against someone."     "Yes, and I would say a lot."     "Has anything else happened?" I ask curiously. Avoid looking at my face. I notice him uncomfortable. "Good then…"     "We're at a dead end."      I nod hiding my face between my legs. I hate this day. I feel Jake coming up next to me and he hugs me. Little by little I’m calming down. I have to think about everything that has happened so far…  Or maybe tomorrow… I'm mentally exhausted. *Jake POV*  We fell asleep on the couch. When I opened my eyes, I saw her hugging my arm. That's why I started not to feel it.  I slowly pull her away from me, slowly laying her down on the couch. I go for a blanket and cover her, so she doesn't catch cold.  I pick up my phone and look at various notifications from the group.     “Oh no…“ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessica JAKE! CONGRATULATIONS!! Aleena told me! 🤭  Cleo What? What has she told you?  Hanna What happened? Jake, what has happened? 🙁  Jessica Oh! Well, finally she and Jake are together!  Lilly Jake, you already have a girlfriend?! Without telling Hannah and me?! 😠  Thomas Oh! Such good news! 😁  Daniel Hey Jessy, I'm glad you're excited But I think you have commented on it in the group where MC is  Jessica … Sorry, I had this group first 😩 But how is she with Phil, I don't think it bothers her, right? I mean… MC! IF YOU READ THIS! SORRY! 🙏😓 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Little by little, I start to get angry with Aleena. Why did she lie? What does she get with this? Now I don't have to worry about that, I have to do something important first.  I sit at the foot of the sofa with the computer, monitoring MC's sleep while trying to access Schneider's computer for evidence against him. I told myself that I would leave it, but if MC is at stake, I am not going to sit idly by.  Even though it's late, I get a message. I'm quite surprised who sent it to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Daniel Hey Hackerman! I'm sure you're wondering why I'm texting you  Jake A little. The truth is that it surprises me.  Daniel The group chat It seems that now you are aiming high  Jake Are you writing me just to tell me this?  Daniel No, actually, something I'm sure would interest you Jessy wasn't the first person to find out you're with Aleena  Jake I'm not with Aleena. I don't even know why she lied.  Daniel I imagined Because the first person to find out was Phil He was at the bar working when he told me  Jake Phil is the most interested in knowing that I'm with her. You know, because of MC.  Daniel Hah! What a guy So everything has been a plan between him and Aleena  Jake Something like that.  Daniel Look, I haven't always liked you But before you disappeared, I saw MC always very happy And that I respected you  Jake Thank you :)  Daniel We are all adults and in the end I have learned that only she makes her own decisions So I don't like Phil's behavior at all At least you weren't in control of what she did when you were together Or her decisions  Jake I already told her once that I didn't like Phil. But I never thought that he would do something like this. Way too nice when he apologized for punching me.  Daniel Well, it's true that once you get to know him, he's not a bad guy But from there to wanting you to stay away from MC even being his friend, it's something stupid  Jake Sorry to leave the conversation here, but I have to keep working. It's been a pleasure talking to you, Daniel :)  Daniel No problem Hackerman I hope one day we can sit down and get to know each other better I might have misjudged you  Jake Haha. Don't worry, I totally understand. Goodbye Dan.  Dan Until next time, Jake 🤝 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's good to talk to someone who thinks the same as you.  I gain access to Schneider's computer and search through the files. This program that Dog gave me is much faster than I expected. Everything seems normal: Criminal files of all kinds of cases, some stolen cars, closed cases, accumulated complaints from some people... He has everything controlled from his computer.     "It can't be that he doesn't have anything else…" I muttered to myself.      Browsing through folders, I come to a point where there is a folder with a password. I had to go through folder by folder until I found it.     "This is interesting." I activate the program to unlock the password. If I had time I would find out, but there isn't. His computer is idle right now, I have to take advantage of it now.  I stretch out on the floor and turn to go check on MC. Still sleeping. I caress her cheek gently and see that she smiles. It's a relief to see her calm. But everything will be the same in the morning.  I get up off the floor to make myself some coffee while I let it continue to figure out how to unlock the folder. I hear how MC complains while sleeping and I take her hand caressing it slowly.     "Relax…everything's fine." I murmured, though I know she didn't think she was listening to me. "I am here with you."      She sighs and stops complaining. I smile when I see that it has worked.   The folder gets unlocked, I start to get nervous. I wonder what I will find.  PDF files, videos, photos... What will he hide here? The first photo I give surprises me to see a teenage MC walking out of a mall. I'd love to screw up his computer, but that would mean losing all the evidence. I'm not going to risk doing it.     "Wait, these photos are different..."      I select one and see Charlotte in it. I put the coffee aside, stopping to look at the photo. I take a deep breath afraid to watch the video. What will I find there?  I can't continue watching the video. I stopped looking at it as soon as the screams of that scared girl are getting louder.  I get up from the ground approaching the window, to rest my forehead on the cold glass.I don't know how long it will take me to forget myself in those images.  Charlotte and MC were the same age judging from the dates on the photos and video. They match the same time.     "Shit..." I can't help but think about the atrocities that have been done to Charlotte, "If I had known, I would have helped her..."      I clench my fists tightly. I have to concentrate, there are still many things to see. The documents remain to be read. I try to calm down and go back to the computer. Luckily I didn't wake up MC...  I open the first document, which is a chat between Peter and Schneider. No... I can't show this to MC... At least not for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peter I think he knows how you look at his daughter That's why he doesn't want you to be around her  Manfred It's not my fault. She is just as attractive as her mother. That bastard is very lucky, I don't know how he doesn't fuck them both.  Peter Damn, because he's not as sick as you Me because I control myself when I see his daughter, otherwise I would fuck her  Manfred So I am the sick one.  Peter At least I don't pay someone to do things to me And all this, is it worth it?  Manfred The girl needs money and I offer it easily. We both came out winning.  Peter But is she just as hot as MC?  Manfred Of course. A threesome with them would be spectacular.  Peter PHEW! Especially since they have so little strength that it would be easy to control both of them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm about to throw the computer across the room reading this conversation. Not only are there conversations like this, but also photos of Charlotte were shared. I don't know if what I want to do is throw up or pick up a gun and…     "Why didn't you ask me for help?" I mutter under my breath, gripping the computer tightly, "Why did you do this to yourself, Charlotte? I could have helped you."      The only thing I can think of why Schneider would save these conversations is to make sure that if he went down, Peter would go down with him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Manfred What happened to the girl? Where is it?  Peter I don't know, damn it!  Manfred I left you alone with her for a second, and you lost her?  Peter We were drinking after we recorded that video I guess I fell asleep when I got drunk...  Manfred You are an asshole!  Peter But look on the bright side! I don't think Charlotte is going to the police Surely she must be afraid of us  Manfred I don't care if she is afraid of us. We have to find the girl. She can speak perfectly.  Peter Okay, okay I will try to find it  Manfred Fuck… Make sure he doesn't find out about all this. If he knows you're hiding something, we're going to go under.  Peter I'll stop it from happening, but that guy knows how to smell lies It's enough how hard it is for me to hide that I like his daughter.  Manfred Then I will take care of him if he finds out anything. He is a family man, sure he would do anything for them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm relieved that MC's father isn't involved in this matter just like I thought. I think is the only good thing in all this. I open the last document. The most important thing was here. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peter What happened to the journalist? Did you manage to catch him?  Manfred That rat is not going to bother you anymore. He is already dead.  Peter Fuck… Why did you do it? You've gotten us into quite a mess!  Manfred Do you forget who you talk to? I've been in this business for more years than I know what to do. You'll take over the case, you'll make any evidence disappear. You'll even keep an eye on forensics. Although I have taken care that it is impossible to identify it in any way.  Peter Not even he can find out?  Manfred Not even him. So act completely normal. The girl, do you know anything?  Peter No What do we do?  Manfred We will continue to search for her. Who knows where the journalist will have hidden it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    "Just what we needed." I smile proudly imagining Schneider's career sunk "What is this? Another video?"      I play it back and what I can see is that the camera is hidden. It looks like an office and Schneider is waiting at his desk.  A man in a gray suit walks through the door. I can see his anger when I see his eyes.     "It was you, right?" He asks Schneider. "You're behind all this?"     "Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it?" Schneider waves his hand, inviting him to sit down.     "I'm going to tell everyone the truth!" the mysterious man pointed at him accusingly. "I don't know what you and Peter are hiding! But I have noticed!"     "Sit down. Now."      The man obeys and sits in the chair, squeezing the hand tightly. If looks could kill, Schneider would be dead. The police chief gets up from his chair, pacing the office.     "His daughter is gorgeous." Schneider smiles and I watch the man in the chair set his jaw. "MC is a good cop-to-be, just like you. I also see her having a hard time with this case, I think it's better that she leave it."     "Are you afraid that she will find out too?"     "Adolescents tend to have heroic ideas," he laughs mockingly, "if she continues like this, then I'll have to take care of her too."     “Lay a finger on her and I swear I  killed you, Manfred!” MC's father rises from his chair, grabbing Manfred by his suit jacket, shoving him against the wall.     "I won't do anything to you if you keep your mouth shut and drop this case." Schneider grabs his wrists, squeezing them hard. "If not, proof will mysteriously appear that it was you, because you were being investigated for sleeping with a minor."     He release the grip to walk away slowly.He turns around and I can hear his nervous breathing.    “And that would destroy his beautiful wife and daughter.” Schneider continues, his hand tightening on his shoulder. ”Daddy, a criminal of the worst kind, poor thing MC...”     "No one would believe that I am like that."     "Test me, because I can do it."      MC's father turns to see him. With time he turns pale, scared of that man.     "I need you to take care of the dead man's wife." Schneider returns to his chair and sits down. ”Hires a couple of criminals and they take care of her, make it look like a robbery Ah! And... you can't denied.”      The man looks down at the ground, dejected. He now he had a stain on his career. This man would do anything for his family.     "Be thankful I don't ask his daughter in exchange."      MC's father controls himself so as not to punch him.  The conversation ends with the two leaving the office. The video continues to record until Schneider returns and turns off the video.  I copy all the files onto a USB stick, leaving the computer on the table. I look at MC, hurt. Her father had saved her and her mother from going through hell with Schneider, although I'm sure only MC would go through that hell. I caress her cheek again carefully, her breathing soothes me after all I've been looking at. I rest my forehead on hers, stroking her hair with care.     "We already have everything, MC," I murmured, almost pityingly. "Pretty soon you're going to wake up from this nightmare and you'll be home with Phil. I promise."      There are only a few hours left until dawn. I better get some rest too.It's going to be a long day. Chapter 22 

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood phil #duskwood phil x mc #duskwood thomas #duskwood dan #duskwood richy #duskwood cleo #duskwood lilly #duskwood hannah #duskwood jessy #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #duskwood game #everbyte studios #everbyte studio #everbyte game #everbyte #fanfic

[wildechild17]

Varaday - Slow Dancing

@flufftober Day Two! Also, the first alternate prompt. I was informed a tango could in fact be classified as a slow dance, so I took a chance and rolled the dice on this one. 

OCs mentioned in this one.

Day Two: Slow Dancing

"May I have this dance?"

Vasquez nearly laughed out loud at his husband's question, giving the man an amused look.

"Why bother asking, guero? You know the answer is yes," Vasquez replied as he took Joshua's offered hand, letting the redhead pull him to his feet and towards the dance floor with some of the other wedding guests. 

Jake and Laura's big day had finally arrived, and while the barn wasn't nearly as packed as it had been during Joshua and Vasquez's wedding, there was enough of a crowd to keep Billy's servers occupied. 

"Hey, my ma did try to raise me as a gentleman," Joshua defended himself with a faux hurt look. "Some of it stuck."

"Well, she succeeded," Vasquez told him. 

Joshua grinned and spun the brunet around.

"Where did you learn to dance, anyways?" Vasquez asked once Joshua pulled him back close.

"My mom," Joshua said, quietly. "She was one of the best ballroom dancers, back in her day. She taught me when I was a kid, and Maria, too."

"And then Alena’s a dancer, too," Vasquez mused. "Did she… she never had a chance to meet her, did she?" 

"Nope," Joshua answered, shrugging loosely. His brow furrowed, "Mom died before she knew about Allie, I think. Not sure… to be honest, those years were kind of a blur, for me, between everything going on."

Vasquez let out a noncommittal hum. The music shifted from a slow waltz to something with a bit more tempo.

"What else did your mother teach you?" Vasquez queried, and Joshua smiled. It was full of mischief and heat, making Vasquez’s pulse quicken. 

"Little of everything, querido," Joshua drawled as he shifted his grip from hand and waist to take both of Vasquez's hands and pull him close. "Think you can keep up?"

Vasquez narrowed his eyes, "Try me, guerito."

Joshua’s smile only widened, and he placed his right foot up against the inside of Vasquez’s left, applying just enough leading pressure for Vasquez to get the hint and extend his leg out. The two held the pose for a moment, staring at each other, tension building between them…

Then, Vasquez was stepping away, only for Joshua to grip his hand firmly and spin him, pulling him back in so that they were flush back to front. The music built up in tempo as they continued to dance some form of a tango. Across the floor and through other couples, the two kept their attention solely on one another. 

The music reached its crescendo before fading out. The couple stilled, staring directly into one another’s eyes, before startling as a round of applause filled the air. Joshua’s ears went red at the cheers they were being met with, and Vasquez couldn’t help but laugh at his embarrassment.

“Not used to having all eyes on you, eh, guero?”

“Shut it,” Joshua grumbled. He cast Vasquez a sideways glance, “Where did you learn to dance, though?”

Vasquez smiled; coyote sly as another song started.

“Dance with me again, carino, and I might tell you.”

This time, Joshua laughed. 

“Well, how can I refuse a request like that?”

#flufftober22 #day two #the magnificent seven #varaday #joshua faraday #vasquez #au modern setting

[petitbutcher]

no but hughie will totally start calling butcher “billy” after butcher has finally opened up about what happened to lenny (it will give kripke the perfect opportunity to draw another hughie/lenny parallel to hurt us even more lol)

#why do i keep doing this to myself #butchie #billy butcher #hughie campbell #the boys #shut up alena

[unavernales]

Bad business? Bad business?? Tae-hyun was tempted to get the place shut down - but he knew things weren't that simple. The criminals would only scatter, anyway. Better to keep them where he can see them. He'll consider hacking their cameras.

He eased up in front of the building, unlocking the door and watching the other. "Me?" He looked down at himself. Seems his sleeve had torn a little when they dived under the table. Perhaps he could ask Alena to fix it for him. There was some dried blood on his wrist, he rubbed it away, and there was no injury to be found. "I'm fine, thank you for asking." The way he carefully finished one task before doing something else, the way he ensured to speak only when his eyes met Honey's. He rarely multitasked, mostly just when he drove.

Tae-hyun knows he should give them his phone number, but he's too shy to offer it himself. So, he'll hope Honey will mention it first!

     "that's good! can't have you bleedin' out before i have the chance to take you somewhere nice." she flashes another smile. the performer really does appreciate his attentiveness. most of the people she chats up on her job tend to be half fixed on her ass and half fixed on their phones, or on another conversation. it was nice having someone maintain eye contact and listen.

      "you got a number or somethin'? i can call you about dinner. and payin' for the equipment. thank you for everything you did for me tonight. you didn't have to, but you did. and i really admire that." in the world they frequented, sticking your neck out for someone else was risky business. "can i give you a thank you kiss on the cheek? i know you're shy about that sort of stuff." and kisses were a token of gratitude that honey could offer right now! @mournus

#mournus #ask #also alena will fix his shirt for him. but they'll ask a million questions

[soliloquyepistolary]

I’m talking to Luke

People in the chat were talking and posting pictures of themselves i am scrolling back in the chat it is alenas birthday people are saying happy birthday to her and I am liking the post. Someone posts a picture of themselves, two different ones, one where the flash is really bright. In both they are posing with people she is a young girl with brown hair and brown eyes I say I love the curls in your Fringe. Luke posted a photo of himself with his Friends they are mucking around maybe he is drunk and they are carrying him to the sofa and I’m trying to figure out which one he is bc they all look the same and I find him and it’s a moving picture like a video when I look at it and I can into his apartment and I realise I had always imagined his apartment to look like this . It’s a good time, looking at everyone’s photos high vibe and connected

I am on the run, I am with a male. We are hiding out in a house. I love him. We set up to sleep on the ground and we are very close to each other in the night there a truly intimate moment where we’re are close to each other and there is this potent energy between us. It is tender and romantic. We didn’t even touch or kiss or anything but the energy was strong. There is this feeling like we are not really together though, we are holding back. The feelings are there but we’re on the run and neither of us can really think about that right now can’t really open that can of worms right now. But it’s there. The love. But it’s inhibited . I get the feeling we agreed to only be friends atm. Then some people are approaching we can see them thru the window Bc we are in the basement and I know it’s time to go

I’m in a house and someone’s out to get me I’m hiding. I don’t want to be found. There is this part in the house where I think I won’t be found it’s like a tunnel but I keep going further and further back into it in the tunnel there is a lock which I shut behind me and I lie right there and there are two people coming to get me one of them is trying to shake the door open even though I’ve locked it the other person a female stands up and can see me over the door since it’s only a tiny door and they yell out that they can see me. So I run further away into the house, deeper into it, I really don’t want them to catch me. I get trapped into this other tunnel and it is dark and I am thinking about hoe I might have to stay here for a really long time with no food or water and light and no space but even if this is the case I am thinking how it’ll be fine I’ve done this before… I can endure this.., This house is seemingly endless I am now in another room with huge curtains like on a stage and I am hiding again. There is a man now and I have to get up to flee and he and I run around in circles I am trying not to let him see me as I run around a bannister. A lot of this going on for while, fear and trepidation

Then I stop and decide to exit the building and no one is after me. I see children in the foyer playing with toys and I think about how must come to life just like Toy Story movie and I think about how she has toys from this place and also ones from home and she plays together with them. There are sliding doors and I exit I see a little pond that is high up and it has the most beautiful flower I have ever seen it’s a massive flower with light pink petals it’s incredibly gorgeous the whole flowe takes up the pond but I also see little Lotus flowers and green lily pads as well. I can’t stop looking at it, the petals are so exquisite and the flower isn’t even fully bloomed it’s only half way. It’s like light is radiating from this spot and everything else is ugly as. I take a picture of it with my phone

[mournus]

"yep! ya look great!" and he does, honey has to keep her voice from cracking mid compliment. she slides into the car with a bright "thanks!" and gets comfortable.

"listen, it's not a fancy place, but the food's great! the line's usually down the block. four hour wait times typa thing. i know the owner and he can be kinda... rough around the edges. but don't take it personal. first time we met was when he nearly ran me down in his old bel air. i said 'hey! did i turn invisible halfway down the block? the fuck's the matter with you?' and he says-- he tells me-- 'fuck you! my wife's got cancer!' and i says 'well what the fuck can i do for her then? why the fuck are we wastin' time yellin' at each other?' and i started walkin' her little dogs and stuff. doin' her makeup. stylin' her hair." a fond smile grows on their face.

"she's better now. remission. but he still says he owes me. i don't really get the chance to eat at his place often. 'm glad i get to take ya there, though." she blinks. "sorry. i talk a lot. you probably noticed that. lemme shut my trap for a minute."

"Thank you, you look very nice, too."

As soon as he's sat down he's watching Honey's face as they spoke. He gave them his full attention, as he always would, but still he struggled to keep up with the story and what she was saying. (What's a Bel Air? Isn't it a place?) Perhaps this would be good English practice for him. He and his brother still spoke so much Korean together, and he hardly spoke to anyone else aside from Alena.

"Ah... It sounds nice. You did something good for them." At least, that's what he understood... He cleared his throat. "No, no. Don't apologise for talking, it's alright." He started the car in the same way as before and brought up the GPS on the built-in screen. "Put the name of the restaurant in here." He'll wait for Honey to do that while he put on his seatbelt. "You should put your seatbelt on, too. Even if you're not human, you'll end up with glass shards in you if something happens and you go through the window."

#answered #meet taehyun #taehyun x honey #unavernales #cue: honey struggling with the seatbelt so taehyun has to lean over and help 👀