#alexander forks

[mdshh]

Carter is now an old man, but he achieved something in his life. His family is his pride and the most important thing, he loves it more than anything 😌

No one:

Amy and Anya on the party:

[icarusbetide]

my favorite thing in the world is reasonable delusion? or honest delusion, i suppose?

one of my acquaintances is a history professor. a few weeks ago i asked him about hamburr, and this man looked me straight in the eye and said "aaron burr and alexander hamilton were products of their time. they both went into the duel not knowing what to expect, and burr especially did not anticipate the aftermath of that outcome." only to immediately follow it up with "but FAWK aaron burr, he's a little shit and he burns in hell for all i care."

i spent ten minutes trying to wheedle out the logic behind this and he goes "of course, burr did not deserve all the vitriol he received. but he also 100% deserved it, because he's aaron burr."

this is the person historians should strive to be. don't try to make yourself sound convincing if you know what you're saying isn't convincing. don't manipulate quotes or context to justify your misleading claims. just lay out all the evidence, acknowledge the reasonable take, and only after you have done your ethical duty, express your true feelings happily and proudly. no one can blame you then.

[almostarts]

Alexander Calder, "Untitled" (Baby's Fork), 1946,

Silver wire,

4¼ h × 1½ w × ¾ d in (11 × 4 × 2 cm)

[foxsoulcourt]

wandering into 2024, appreciating beauty wherever I can

[ayo-edebiri]

He used to be fine. He was better than fine. He was great. He was my dad. Then about four years ago, he… started acting strange. Erratic, forgetful, saying all this weird shit. My mom took him to a bunch of doctors, and they put him on medication. But that just made it worse. He got more confused. Then he got angry. And then he got… physical. That was it. That was the last straw. They put him away. And she divorced him… without him even realizing it. That’s why she wants a whole new life. And it’s easy to just stash me away in boarding school. Like half of us are just stashed away there. And I get it. She never has to look at me. Because maybe when she looks at me, she… she sees him. Maybe she’s right. I can’t keep it together. I lie. I steal. I piss people off. I don’t have any friends, real friends. I’ll probably get kicked out of Barton too. And when I do, it’ll be my own fault. Get sent to Fork Union and maybe to youknowwhere. And nobody will care. The funny thing is… I wanted to see him so bad this whole time. But I also didn’t, you know? Because I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen to me one day.

The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne

[adrienneleclerc]

Hello! Can you write something about Charles? I'm sorry but right now I can't stand Landon 😂

Hey! Sorry I haven’t been writing much for Charles, I have requests for Lewis Hamilton and Daniel Ricciardo that I am still working on.

2 Wins in Monza

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Charles’s personal chef and when he sees another driver flirting with her, he gets a little…crazy.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, it’ll probably be a little stupid, not gonna lie

A/N: inspired by Lola and Alexander’s relationship from Lola, Érase Una Vez, which is an amazing child’s telenovela, and a page from “A Liar’s Twisted Tongue”. In other news, CHARLES LECLERC WINS MONZA!!

Charles’s schedule has gotten busier this season and he decided to hire a personal chef during the summer break since he has been having trouble preparing meals for himself. They were currently in Monza and Y/N was preparing a quick snack for Charles after free practice when Franco Colapinto approached her.

“Hola, guapa.” Franco said and Y/N chuckled. (Hello, hottie)

“Ay niño, por favor, apenas tienes 21 años, no te pases de lanzando. Pero de verdad, como te está yendo?” Y/N asked. (Boy, please, You’re barley 21, don’t be so forward. But seriously, how’s it going?)

“Me está yendo bien por ser mi primera vez en meses en un carro de fórmula uno. Y como es Charles Leclerc como jefe?” Franco asked. (It’s going well considering it’s my first time in months in a F1 car. And how’s Charles as a boss?)

“Él está bien. Me paga bien, por qué preguntas?” Y/N asked. (He’s good. The pay is good, why are you asking)

“No, por nada, solo estoy haciendo conversación. Eras amigo del güero?” Franco asked. (No reason, just making conversation. We’re You friends with the blonde guy?)

“Logan? Solo le hablé un ratito, la verdad es que soy igual de nueva que tú. Vas a querer algo de comer? Te puedo hacer un sándwich.” Y/N said, Franco smiled. (I only talked to him for a little bit, the truth is I’m just as new as you are. Are you going to want something to eat? I Can make you a sandwich)

“Sí, me puedes hacer uno de jamón, lechuga, tomate, y cebolla?” Franco asked. (Yeah, Can you make me one with ham, lettuce, tomato, and onions?)

“Claro.” Y/N said and ruffled Franco’s hair. He fixed his hair. (Sure)

“Me ganas por un año, no te pases.” Franco said and Y/N smiled, shaking her head. (You’re only a year older than me, chill)

While most people would see this interaction as a brother/sister relationship, Charles saw this interaction as something more and approached them.

“Whats going on here?” Charles asked as Y/N was making Franco his sandwich.

“Oh I made you something to eat before your qualifying session, it’s in the microwave. Franco came over here to talk and I asked him if he wanted a sandwich.” Y/N said.

“Hey Charles.” Franco told Charles.

“Hey.” Charles said with a tight smile and looked at Y/N. “You’re staying until qualifying is done, right?” Charles asked.

“Bro, I came here with you and Carlos. I am not leaving without you and Carlos.” Y/N said, finishing the sandwich and toasting it on the panini press.

“Okay, just checking.” Charles said and he took the food Y/N made him out the microwave and grabbing a fork to eat it. He sat down a chair away from Franco.

“Hey Y/N, there’s a restaurant here I wanted to try, Can you come with me?” Franco asked. Y/N took the sándwich out of the panini press and served it on a plate to him.

“Why do you want me to come with? We barely know each other?” Y/N asked. Charles was just listening in, it’s hard not to considering this conversation was taking place right in front of him.

“You’re the closest to my age and the only other Latino here, please, I’ll pay.” Franco asked, taking a bit of his sandwich. “This is really good.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll go.” Y/N said.

“Cool, I’m gonna take this sandwich and eat it over there so I can review the car before qualifying, see you later.” Franco said, walking out, sandwich in hand.

“You’re not seriously going out with him, are you?” Charles asked.

“Dude, why do you care? It’s just dinner, he’s paying, and he’s younger than me so nothing would happen. Also, I’m not stupid enough to date a driver, even if he is in formula 2.” Y/N said, before making herself the same sandwich she made Franco but with avocado slices.

��So you wouldn’t date any driver at all?” Charles asked.

“Why are you asking? Dating one driver while working under another is unprofessional and really fucking stupid. Not to mention dating the same driver I’m working under, that’s like Winchester level stupid.” Y/N said, putting her sandwich in the panini press.

“Why would it be stupid?” Charles asked and Y/N just stared at him.

“Oh, right, you’re a man. Since I am a woman, I’ll be accused of working for you just for the off chance of possibly being your girlfriend or that I’m using you to get to other drivers, people will view me as an opportunist. Not to mention I will have to see them or you every race weekend or everyday because I really need this job.” Y/N takes her sandwich out of the panini press and looks for potato chips in the pantry.

“What if it works out?” Charles asked and Y/N paused for a second and places the chips on the counter.

“I’m not exactly as optimistic as I look, Lord Perceval.” Y/N said, eating her lunch.

“Oh ha ha, thanks for lunch.” Charles said, putting the plate in the sink and Y/N nodded. As charles was walking away, he found Pierre with Simba. “Hey mate, are you busy with Kika tonight?” Charles asked.

“No, why, did you want to do something?” Pierre asked.

“Yeah, why don’t we go out for dinner just the two of us, I’ll pay.” Charles said.

“Yeah sure, I think Kika wanted to do some shopping with Rebecca so I’m completely free.” Pierre said.

“Perfect, I’ll text you what time we’re going.” Charles said and he waves goodbye to Simba who was chewing on his shoe laces.

When Y/N left the hotel with Franco, a few minutes ago, Charles texted Pierre that they should go out now. Pierre said goodbye to Simba and left the hotel with Charles and Pierre was none the wiser to the fact that Charles was actually following Y/N. When they arrived at the restaurant, charles and Pierre were a couple people behind Y/N and Franco.

“Oh look, Y/N is here, should I ask if we could join?” Pierre asked Charles.

“No no, I wouldn’t want to bother her, let’s just wait.” Charles said and Pierre shrugged his shoulders.

Y/N and Franco got a table and Y/N looked around.

“Nunca ha estado en Italia, muchas gracias por invitarme.” Y/N told Franco (i never been to Italy, thank you for inviting me)

“Claro! Como los dos somos nuevos en Fórmula uno, por qué no juntarnos?” Franco asked rhetorically. (Of course! Since we’re both new in F1, why not hang out together?)

“Cierto. Debería hacer lo mismo com Kimi y Ollie la próxima temporada.” Y/N said, (true. I should do the same for kimi and Ollie next season)

Charles and Pierre were sat 3 tables away from Y/N and Franco and Charles was staring. Pierre followed Charles eyes and landed on Y/N, he stared at Charles.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on. Why are we here?” Pierre asked.

“Nothing is going on, can’t I have dinner with my best friend?” Charles asked.

“Of course we can have dinner together but you are clearly not here for me, you’re busy making googoo eyes at Y/N.” Pierre said.

“Am not.” Charles countered and Pierre stared at him. “I just don’t trust Franco.”

“He just got here! How could you possibly have a problem with him?” Pierre asked.

“He’s been flirting with Y/N since he’s got here and he clearly makes her feel uncomfortable.” Charles said,

“Did Y/N tell you that?” Pierre asked, clearly not believing a word Charles said.

“She doesn’t have to, I can see it in her eyes. And you know what they say, the eyes don’t lie.” Charles said.

“Yeah, sure,” Pierre said.

Y/N and Franco got their food and while they were talking, Y/N saw Charles with Pierre.

“No inventes. Oye Franco, soy yo o Charles está aquí con Pierre?” Y/N asked Franco (no way. Hey, is it me or is charles here with Pierre)

“No, yo también los veo. Llamaste a Charles o que?” Franco asked. (I see them too. You called him or what?)

“Claro que no. Termino mi pasta y voy a chequear que hace Charles aquí.” Y/N said (Of course not! I’ll finish my pasta and I’ll check what he’s doing here)

Charles and Pierre received their food and they were drinking wine when they heard footsteps,

“Possiamo prendere dell’altro parmigiano?” Charles asked, without looking. (Can we get more Parmesan cheese?)

“You know I don’t speak Italian, pendejo.” Y/N said and Charles looked at her with shock.

“Oh hey, what are you doing here?” Charles asked and Y/N looked at Pierre.

“Is he serious?” Y/N asked Pierre, pointing to Charles.

“Apparently. I’m gonna take my plate and sit with Franco, you two have a lot to talk about, he’s lonely, and I’m hungry.” Pierre said, taking his plate to Franco’s table and Y/N sat down in Pierre’s spot.

“So you followed me from the hotel to here? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were obsessed with me, Leclerc.” Y/N said, jokingly but to Charles, it wasn’t a joke.

“I don’t think you should speak to your boss in that way. Perhaps titles are in order?” Charles said seriously and Y/N changed her tone.

“Which one should I use? Lord Perceval or pathetic?” Y/N asked, leaning closer to him.

“You could have called me yours.” Charles said and Y/N backed away a little.

“Don’t joke with shit like that, Charles.” Y/N said.

“I’m not joking. Why do you think I was asking you these questions after the free practice?” Charles asked,

“So you like me? Hold up, is that why you hired me as your chef?” Y/N asked.

“Of course not! Who do you think I am?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t know you well, that’s why I’m asking.” Y/N said.

“So…do you think dating me will be Winchester level stupid?” Charles asked.

“Well i won’t know until we actually start dating.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you out next weekend.” Charles said.

“Sounds great.” Y/N said.

Y/N was watching the race from the hospitality, eating the guacamole she made with chips, when she saw Charles was leading the race in lap 42.

“Let’s go, Charles.” Y/N muttered and continued snacking. As the race was coming to the last lap, Charles was still in the lead so Y/N put the guacamole in the fridge, closed the bag of chips, and ran out with the Ferrari staff to celebrate Charles Monza win. When Charles’s car came to the P1 stop, he got out of the car and hugged everyone. When he got to Y/N, the hug lasted longer.

“I can’t believe you’re here to celebrate my win.” Charles said.

“I can’t believe I got to witness your win in person.” Y/N said.

“How about we go out tonight to celebrate my win.” Charles said

“That would be wonderful. We can go out with Carlos and Rebecca so we could celebrate Carlos’s birthday.” Y/N said.

“Okay, I’ll text Carlos.” Charles said

“Perfect.” Y/N said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Who was Paracelsus?

Paracelsus was the screen name of Philippus Bombastus Romastus Fantastus Supercalafragalisticexpialadastus von South-Stuttgart-Next-To-The-University-Cafeteria-With-The-Zig-Zag-Roof. His name Paracelsus literally means "Better than Celsus." We do not know who Celsus may have been, but the name is likely a reference to St. Jerome Para-Ezra of Baton Rouge, who was known in his time to have been far better than Ezra.

Paracelsus invented many of the medical techniques used from medieval times to the modern medical revolution, including bleeding, leeching, exsanguination, draining blood from the patient, and ultra-hemorrhagic-cleansing. He also coined the phrase "Only the dose determines the poison," as well as its corollary, "You can eat anything, just some things you can only eat once," and the less impressive but better known, "He who smelt it, dealt it." This was all considered an advancement over the old theory of bodily humors, which is why Paracelsus's friends all said he was a humorless bastard, or so he kept claiming.

Paracelsus was married in a Rosicrucian ceremony based on the Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz, which was of course preceded by Chemical Engagement and a Chemical Romance involving a black parade, the theatrical faking of several deaths, and a great deal of sodium (a mass scientifically abbreviated as Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na). To whom he was married is a matter of much debate, with potential spouses speculated to include Shakespeare, Queen Elizabeth I, Queen Elizabeth II, Martin Luther, Galileo, Ivan the Terrible, Thomas Hobbes, John Calvin, Catherine Di Medici, the Popes Alexander V-VIII, or possibly all at once.

Paracelsus died in the 1540s after suffering a minor splinter which he treated with his own experimental technique known as "setting the patient on fire and stabbing him with a fork in his balls until he barfs then laughing at him." He was then cremated with his urn displayed at the University of Hohenheim for several centuries, until he was accidentally misplaced during an American tour and is presumed to have been used as ash in some Humboldt Fog Cheese, which was considered an affront to his Swiss heritage.

Also he apparently invented Zinc. Good job.

[srngrque]

reporting live

trent alexander arnold x fem!reader. fluff. Trent who was rather interested in the reporter than the actual report he had to give.

Time was ticking on a thin thread for you as your supervisor might call you within five minutes if you do not interview, at least, one player of liverpool. You have been in the reporting field for at least seven months and you now also have juniors yet for you to move like an amateur was hurting your pride.

You are social issues reporter, going around different cities, and write an interesting jaw-dropping report then, call it a day. Sport reporting was not your forte, it is almost like . . fork found in your backpack. Simply out of place. The million dollar question ringing in your head was why were you here in Anfield Stadium at the first place but you face-palmed yourself on accepting to cover for your senior who was in her maternity leave. You had always hated whenever you had to cover for a reporter doing sports. No particular reasoning, just childhood trauma.

You saw all the liverpool footballer players walking out from the dressing room after a hot win. You crossed path with the tall, charismatic dutch leader of liverpool to the small growing liverpool superstar Endo but you had your goal set on the biggest prize, the player with a fresh trim, and his headphone on as every reporter tried catching his attention.

Trent Alexander Arnold, the star of Anfield and liverpool. Your supervisor might as well, move you to the Sports section if you got to interview Trent; you were not looking forward to that but a lady has bills to pay. You sighed as you had to save your job before it slipped away from your grip.

Just one interview, anyway. What is the harm? You held the sleeve of his tracker suit lightly, you needed this, you needed a bang.

"Great win in Anfield, innit? Please let us know about how are you feeling about the win?" You asked reaching your microphone out to the man. His gaze froze, so did his feet in front of you. It could be the audacity to block his way toward the team bus or the glitch of mischievousness in his eyes that flickered on your red hue cheeks.

Trent chuckled as he moved slightly forward removing his headphone, your eyes set on the man completely compelled from the bridge of his nose, deep doe eyes to his captivating smile. Everything about the man was setting you up for a failure, realizing how much of a bad idea this was.

"Yeah, yeah it is great team win but to become the last scorer for the win is a different achievement, so I am proud and happy." Trent answered, his eyes never leaving yours for a minute. His heavy scouser accent oozed out every word as Trent kept his smile intact.

His eyes glanced at you, noting the rose hue on your cheeks, one hand slightly shaking to hold onto the microphone and the other holding onto the notebook. "Come here, love. Let me hold that for you." He mumbled gripping on the microphone as your fingers brushed on his and you were secretly praying to every god that was staring upon you to not show your slight jump after the touch.

"Okay so-" You paused, clearly out of the atmosphere as you were in no place to check out players nor drool out your delusional ideas when you have a very angry supervisor waiting on the clock and an impatient cameraman behind you. "Yeah, I cannot lie, you . . you were great in the field." You complimented him quickly but you were not lying about it. With the long passes, and all the chances Trent created for the team; anyone can tell he was born to become a football player who succeeds with legacy.

"You were watching?" Trent asked raising his eyebrows in question. Utterly confused, you paused to flip your notebook to look at the man in front of you. With the silent eye contact, your neck burnt hot. You nodded sternly, a thin smile on your face. "Of course, I was watching, I mean, I am a reporter, can't be missing out on the main point of the whole show."

Trent kissed his teeth, he smirked, "So, tell me more. How was I on the field? Did you like what you see?" He winked at your direction. Your mind went blank, in what position does he have to be to flirt openly with a camera panning on his face? The burning hot sensation on your back came straight up and your heart beating fast was not helping to form words, "Like . . like I said, you were great. You are the star of liverpool after all." You sweetly smiled.

Trent had the cheeky smile on his face, his eyes lingering on your lips before glancing upward to your eyes. He knew what he was doing to you moving closer to the barrier between the reporters and the players.

You cleared your throat. "You are also the player of the match." You trailed off; Trent leaned closer. Call it the stadium being loud for him to not hear you clearly or he simply wanted to be close to you, to mesmerize the small moles on your face, to engulf himself on your warm scent.

"Are you excited for your next big game against Manchester City?" You inquired. All the back and forth staring and silence with Trent will not colour your supervisor impressed at all. You need to interview someone else that will not . . leave you speechless in minutes.

"Well it depends, to be very honest with you. Will you be in the next game?" Trent further pestered.

You furrowed your eyebrows in slight annoyance at the player for making everything about you while the whole fanbase would want to know more about him.

The cameraman behind you almost dropped his equipment taken back by the question. You did not know . . how to respond to the player who was attacking you with his doe eyes. Nervously, you laughed, "I cannot be certain about that. Are you and your team ready? It is one of the anticipated game of the season." You diverted his topic back to what you needed at the first place.

Trent stared at you without responding to your question, you quickly started shaking your leg anxiously as your eyes lingered at almost all the players leaving to go back to the training ground from the stadium. Your chances were blowing every second Trent silent in front of you.

During this period, you started considering finding other jobs, as you started making mental notes. With thoughts looming around your head, you did not come to realize Trent walked a few steps toward you, nibbling on his bottom teeth. He removed the microphone away from his lips, coming forward for a conversation that is sealed between you and the liverpool player.

You flinched at his hot breathe hitting your skin, as he gently held onto your forearm to keep you in position knowing you will move away from his contact.

You coughed away from his grip. "Have a great day then. We cannot wait till what magic liverpool can bring to Anfield once again."

"And you too, have a great day but i did not quite catch your name." He inquired with his wicked smirk playing on his face. He wants me gone, jobless. Clearly, with zero intention to support my penniless lifestyle.

You smiled, "If you do goal against Manchester City, I will let you know."

"Should we seal the deal with a kiss then, perhaps?"

[pascaloverx]

Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance. I would appreciate it if those who enjoy the fanfic could leave a comment and like (kudos). Engagement helps me know that there are still people reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter ❤

EIGHT TEN

NINE

It’s been almost a month since you ended your relationship with Edward. It hasn’t been easy to avoid him as if it doesn’t hurt you. But of course, being surrounded by wolves, especially by your pack, helped a lot. Jacob became extremely overprotective after what happened to you. He even made a deal with the Cullens to see if, by teaming up with the pack, they could find Victoria. So, every time you go out, there’s always a wolf and a vampire on alert for each of your steps. Jacob and Emmett are the ones who spend the most time watching over you. The Cullens feel very guilty about your accident, so they’re always taking care of your safety. You feel like a baby being supervised with every step you take. It’s distressing. And the vampire seems to have vanished off the map.

"Jacob, I appreciate your alpha protective instinct wanting to keep an eye on me all the time, but I’m as much a wolf as you are. I’m alert now, and I don’t think Victoria will come after me, at least not while everyone is watching over me. Go unwind, see Bella, take care of your pack without just focusing on me; a good leader knows when it’s time to concentrate your mind elsewhere." You grumble as you walk alongside Jacob through the forest. You’re feeling suffocated by so much attention.

"I don't want to risk your life. If you want to be alone so badly, you can pretend I'm not here," Jacob says as he gathers some firewood. The wolves, both from Uley's pack and Black's pack, are going to gather to roast marshmallows. Apparently, your accident has brought out a friendlier side of Sam, who, upon learning about the end of your relationship with Edward and that you could have died, decided to be less of a jerk.

"I love you for protecting me. But I need a moment alone; it's been a month since all that mess happened. Every time I move, it feels like someone is behind me, watching. Your father doesn't even go fishing anymore because he doesn't want to leave me alone at your house. You guys go out as a pack and leave me behind. I just want to be able to exist without constant surveillance." You take a good look at Jacob's sulky face, a smile forming on your lips as you see him getting conflicted.

"You're on your own now, then," Jacob says after much reluctance. You quickly walk towards him and wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling the pieces of wood he was holding press against your back.

"I promise I'll survive without your supervision. Not that I don't appreciate you trying to keep me safe," you say, still holding Jacob close. He drops the firewood on the ground and wraps you tightly in his arms. It’s comforting to be so close to him, but your mind is filled with guilt—guilt for being a hypocrite. You ended things with Edward because you felt insecure about his closeness with Bella, yet here you are, wrapped in Jacob’s embrace. When you pull back slightly, your face is close to Jacob's, and as you look into each other's eyes, you can feel that he's thinking the same thing as you… that if you got just a little closer, you'd be kissing.

"We can't do this again. You need to sort things out with Cullen before we mess up our friendship with romantic feelings," Jacob whispers near your face. You nod in agreement, understanding that you need to figure out how you feel before doing anything else.

"I don't know if there is anything to be resolved. Edward loves Bella, that is the only certainty I have." You say, feeling a tightness in your chest as you admit this. The snow begins to fall gently between the trees. Jacob looks at you softly, as if he's carefully considering the best way to respond.

"And you love me. Is it fair to demand that he stop loving her while you continue to love me?" Jacob sounds so rational that it scares him. He has never said anything so frankly before. It makes you think, think about what you want with Edward, with Jacob and especially with yourself. Then you sigh feeling the cold air surround the two of you.

"Since when did you become so wise? The man I love could barely decide whether he wanted to be a leader or not. Jacob Black, congratulations on becoming so intelligent but I am not prepared to face certain truths." You say, picking on Jacob. He smiles and then walks away from you, picking up the pieces of firewood from the ground and walking beside you, down the path to his house.

The rest of the day seems to go by so quickly, you and Jacob avoid bringing up the subject of Edward and Bella. Lea and Seth arrive to make the bonfire with you and Jacob when it is already getting dark. They bring you marshmallows to toast over the fire. Your mind however is on Edward, wondering what he is doing; whether he has gotten back together with Bella, whether he thinks you are a hypocrite or whether he has already given up on you.

"When are you going to give your vampire a chance? He seems almost as desperate to see you as you are to see him," Leah says, approaching you. At this moment, it's just you and her near the fire, waiting for Seth and Jacob to return. You find yourself at a loss for words.

"I don't have a vampire, and I'm not desperate to see him. I also doubt he's desperate to see me; he hasn't approached me once since our argument. But I hardly see how that's any of your business," you say, being rude, perhaps defensive. Leah smiles awkwardly but stays close to you.

"Jacob warned me that if I brought this up, you'd react like this. But I trust you understand that since we're part of the same pack, it's like we're family. So I allow myself to meddle in your life as if you were Seth," Leah says, and you realize that even though the two of you aren't very close, she is part of the same pack as you.

"Sorry for the harsh way I responded. I've been pretending for so long that nothing is happening, and facing someone telling me what I need to hear rather than what I want to hear is tough. Thank you for your honesty. I'll work on resolving this situation," you say, trying to be more friendly, while watching Leah make an expression that seems to say, "It's good that you're listening."

"Don't interpret what I said as me rooting for you to end up with Cullen. Personally, I like how Jacob acts when he's all lovesick over you. But it's better if you sort things out with the cold one before anything else. I know how complicated romantic matters can be," Leah says, and you understand that she knows very well what it's like to have a broken heart.

"When Jacob gets back, tell him I'll be back soon," you whisper as you move towards your car. Leah gives a slight smile, seeming to understand what you're about to do. As you get into the car, you try to gather your thoughts, wondering if you're really ready for what you're about to do. You're going after Edward more confused than ever, without knowing exactly why you're going. Is it stupid? Probably. But your heart tells you that you need to try one more time, that it's worth it.

You arrive at the Cullen's house in a hurry. In your head, the sooner you talk to Edward, the sooner your reconciliation will be. However, before you can go to Edward, you manage to spot Bella and Edward inside the Cullen house. They are talking to each other, their faces extremely close to each other. Edward looks happy, you can see that the two of them are moving towards reconciliation. You take a few steps back towards your car. It's obvious that you should let Edward be with the woman he loves.

"Are you leaving without saying goodbye?" You hear Edward's voice behind you. You're unsure whether to turn to look at him or not.

"It was a mistake to come here, nothing more appropriate than for me to leave without being noticed." You say without turning around, still heading towards your car. Edward then uses his vampire speed and stops you from getting into the car, standing in front of the car door.

"It's been thirty days, twelve hours, and twenty-five minutes since you and I were together. The only mistake here is that you took so long." Edward says as he walks towards her, slowly as if he was afraid. Maybe he's like this because he's afraid you'll do what you always do, leave.

"It seems I took the right amount of time, at least it gave you time to get back together with Bella. Imagine if I had arrived a little earlier, what a mess it would have been." You say sarcastically, looking at looking with some anger at his ex. Edward gives a forced smile before looking at you in disbelief.

"Your temper is our problem. Always jumping to hasty and erroneous conclusions. You know me so little..." He drawls, moving closer. You step back from his approach, replaying the vision of him with Bella in your mind.

"I'm the problem, Bella is the solution. Do the right thing and keep her by your side." You speak insultingly, while looking firmly at Edward.

"I have always preferred problems to solutions. Bella and I are trying to be friends, she was just having dinner with us before going to see her mom. As for the two of us..." Edward smiles mischievously, coming closer, you tremble a little. A feeling of insecurity takes over your body.

"We should try to be just friends. Don't you think?" Your fear of failing in yet another attempt at a relationship with Edward, makes you prefer to simplify your relationship.

"I already have enough friends..." Edward whispers as he looks at you with a gaze that exudes sensuality. And in that moment, even though you knew that his heart hadn't been beating for a long time, that his skin was as cold as a blizzard, you felt a warmth. It's like something burns inside you, every moment the distance between you and Edward decreases. It's like your body is in withdrawal from his icy touch, like your soul needs to belong to him at least one more time.

"This game you're playing is extremely dangerous. Are you sure you can handle the consequences?" You say, looking at him, but focusing mainly on his parted lips. Lips you miss feeling pressed against yours. Edward must have read your mind because he smirks for an instant.

"This is more about you accepting the consequences. Once you stop pretending you don't want to be with me, will you be able to not screw this up?" Edward says as he gently runs his hand through your face. His fingers stop beneath your lips, lightly groping them. You stare at him waiting for the next step, the next move that will be made by him. But he seems to be static. As if he was expecting something too.

"Am I going to ruin this? You're on a date with your ex right now. I don't think you have any right to criticize me," you say with a small laugh, stepping back a little from Edward. "It's a shame I can't kiss you right now," you add, still smiling slightly. And then, before you know it, he's moving towards you, swiftly closing the distance, kissing you abruptly. His lips are slightly dry, and for a moment, the kiss feels rigid, like you're both relearning how to kiss each other. But as soon as you wrap your arms around Edward's neck, pulling him as close as you can, the two of you find your rhythm again.

[mdshh]

Carter decided to not think about Chloe and why she left leaving no trace, Liam’s cute family helped him to keep his mind off things 🥰

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Try and stop me Part 1 - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You were adopted by the Lightwood a few years back and Robert hates how you’re different you are from the others. An argument takes place and you’ve decided enough is enough.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, bullying (idk what to call it), abuse (idk if you’d call it this?), shouting, angst, disowning a child.

Pairing: Lightwood family x Adopted!reader.

Word count: 1,376.

Note: Hopefully you’ll be able to tell from this that I ✨hate✨ Robert Lightwood.

We only gathered around the dinner table like this for family matters, especially at the institute. Isabelle sat beside me, talking animatedly about the training session she had just finished but I didn't hear much of it. The looks I'd been getting off our father had been unnerving, strange and inexplicable so I'd zoned out, overthinking it.

"It's nice to see everyone is actually here for once," Maryse took her seat, oddly family-orientated recently, at the head of the table beside Izzy and smiled at all of us. "We don't do this often enough." She was trying so hard to hold herself together for the past few weeks. Robert had been cheating on her and nobody knew. Maryse found out but hadn't told the others yet and I wasn't supposed to know but you hear things like arguments when you can't sleep at night. The whole family had noticed a difference in their dynamic but nobody commented, better to ignore these things and see if it all worked out in the end I guess.

We all dug in, always loving when Maryse came to see us and cooked her amazing meals. Izzy tried, bless her heart, but I'd rather eat mud than the food she conjured up and I know the others thought the exact same thing, it was fair to say she didn't have the same gift as Mom when it came to the kitchen. The conversation wasn't loud but it was a nice buzz in comparison to silence and I listened as Izzy and our mother spoke to each other. As soon as the table fell remotely quiet I was called on.

"Y/N, I noticed you've not been training as much as the others." Robert dabbed his lips with a napkin and I looked at him questioning look whilst swallowing my food. "You shouldn't be slacking off. Jace, Izzy and Alec are working so much harder than you."

"Can we not do this now?" Maryse seemed to almost beg him as she glared in his direction. My sibling's eyes zeroed in on me and Izzy tapped my leg under the table gently before looking pointedly at my fork. I placed it down from my trembling hands and sipped my water to clear my throat, I hated confrontation.

"I got a bit behind on the books is all so I'm giving myself a break from physical working to get some studying in, that's all but it won't be for long." I smiled unsurely "Just until I catch up."

"And why is it that you manage to fall behind when everyone else can stay ahead?" He raised an eyebrow. "You should be working just as hard and not being lazy and sitting around letting your studies get the better of you." My eyes flickered to our mother for a moment who looked apologetic and irritated.

"I've just been struggling a bit is all but it won't take me long to catch up, I promise." I bowed my head and shifted the food around my plate wishing I could just disappear into the tension-thick air.

"It's not good enough. You've had 4 years to catch up and it's getting beyond a joke. You need to be as good as the other three, what kind of a Shadowhunter will you be if you let this happen?" I pushed my chair out slightly with cold, shaking hands and bit back my tears of anger.

"Dad, don't you think you should cut her some slack?" Alec started, obviously uncomfortable.

"Don't involve yourself, Alexander." Now Jace looked furious. Nobody spoke to Alec like that when Jace was around not even Robert.

"I'm sorry that I've hit a bit of a slump but I'm working on it," I spoke through gritted teeth. "I know I'm not as good as them and I'm trying so just give me some time and space and hopefully I can get up to the standards you want." My voice was cold and harsh but I didn't care anymore. How dare he. I didn't need reminding that I wasn't a Lightwood or that I hadn't been with them as long as Jace. "Thank you for dinner Mom, I'm going to head off to bed." I stood from the table, not looking at anyone as I turned around.

"You aren't going anywhere Y/N!" Robert's voice thundered through the room and I stopped dead. "When will you finally sort yourself out? We won't baby you anymore! I expect better of you and if you don't sort this out then you won't be a Lightwood anymore, not that you've ever been much of one anyway." My breath hitched, and that stung more than anything ever had. My chest rose and fell as though I had run miles as I clenched my fists.

"Enough! That's too far!" Izzy stood up, arms braced on the table as her chair fell backwards.

"No, what's enough is Y/N taking advantage of the home and life we gave her despite who her parents were. We didn't have to take her in and I'm beginning to wish we hadn't!" This time Maryse yelled at him but I couldn't make out a word as my blood rushed through my ears, anger drowning out everything else. I was slightly aware of Isabelle's hand on my arm but my body wouldn't respond. I turned to face him slowly with a wicked grin on my face as my eyes met his.

"Finally." My voice was scarily calm. "You finally admitted it. After 4 years of thinking about it, you finally gathered up the courage to say it huh? Heaven forbid your wife has a kinder heart and takes in a child who needs her. By the angel, what a crime!" By this point, I was shouting. "I'm sorry that I'm not good enough for you and that I'm very clearly a disappointment but hey, guess you won't have to deal with that anymore if I'm not a Lightwood. I have tried my damn best for the past 4 years, harder than I have ever tried to do anything. All to get you to notice, to impress you, to make you proud so that I don't get overlooked by you anymore but no! Still not good enough!" My voice wobbled and I hated that tears of anger now stained my face. "I know I'm not as good as them and I didn't mind that but I still tried for you. Not for Mom, not for my siblings or the institute but for you because you just looked straight through me like I wasn't there. You always have and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of trying to make you happy and I'm sick of keeping it all to myself, I know more than you think I do and my mind is definitely stronger than you realise." My teeth bared in pure rage as I glared holes into him. "I've had enough. I'm done! I'm done trying to make you happy so you have your way."

I spun on my heel and stormed out of the room, pushing past the other Shadowhunters who seemed to have heard the commotion and making my way to the door. I grabbed a spare stele from one of the weapons racks, sliding it into my pocket and beelining for the doors. I ignored Clary's yells of concern as she followed after me and the voices of my siblings and Mom asking me to stay.

"Don't you dare walk away Y/N! If you walk out that door then you're done, You won't be welcome here anymore!" I stopped, my hands resting on the wooden doors. "I mean it! You leave and I don't want to see your face again!" I looked back at my Mom who was sobbing as Jace held her. I had never seen her so vulnerable, especially not in front of the whole institute.

"I love you, Mom, You guys know where to find me." I smiled at my Mom and siblings softly before looking at Robert. "As for you, try and stop me from coming home, I dare you." With that I threw open the doors and stormed out, leaving the shouting of Maryse behind as I held in my sobs.

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #8

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Warnings: sexism, dehumanization

Iris refreshed her makeup, adding more concealer under her eyes. Half of it was ensuring her Aunt wouldn’t make a “you seem tired” comment, and the other half was pure procrastination.

Kit sat on the floor next to the vanity, watching her blend out the concealer. 

It was nice to have someone in the room that was quiet and didn’t demand her attention. Less lonely, without draining her energy.

She applied more lipstick and smoothed her hair. There was no use putting it off any longer. Aunt Nicole would just chide her for being late.

The walk to the dining room was too short for her taste. She half considered canceling, but then the next dinner would be even more insufferable.

Her family stood as she entered, and it was amusing to see their smiles turn to confusion when they spotted Kit trailing behind her.

“It’s good to see you, Iris,” said Alexander. Out of the four on her mother’s side, she liked him the most.

“Likewise.”

She took her spot at the head of the table; Kit to her right.

The slight didn’t go unnoticed.

“Won’t you introduce us to your friend?” asked Aunt Nicole, a faux smile on her face.

“Kit, this is my Aunt Nicole, Uncle Henry, and my cousins: Alexander and Richard.” She pointed each one out, and Henry offered a polite nod.

“Hello,” said Kit. Richard snorted, but covered it up with a cough. Brat.

Iris sat, and everyone followed suit.

Percy, and a servant she didn’t know the name of, appeared in a flash. 

“Tonight we have a seasonal salad with balsamic vinaigrette, roasted duck with rosemary potatoes, and chocolate lava cake for dessert. Chef has selected a light red with notes of cherry.”

The servant uncorked the bottle, and Iris gave it a sniff. “Lovely. Thank you.”

The servant began to pour the wine. Richard was too young, so she passed him over. Kit politely refused the wine, and Aunt Nicole raised a judgemental brow.

It was going to be a long meal.

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“So, darling,” said Iris’s aunt, “have you started looking for a husband yet?”

Kit glanced up from his salad in alarm. Mistress had already told him she hated the marriage talk. 

“Not as of late,” said Iris, gritting her teeth. “I’ve been busy.”

“Of course you have. The kingdom won’t run itself,” Henry interrupted, casting a glance to his wife.

“I could handle the matchmaking for you,” suggested Nicole. Iris tensed. Nicole leaned over to place her hand on Iris’s. “I know that was supposed to be your mother’s job, but-”

Iris yanked her hand away. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m really not interested right now.”

Mistress grabbed her wine and took a long sip. Nicole frowned.

“Honey, I’m just concerned. Don’t you want children?”

Iris choked on her wine.

“Of course I do, but I don’t have the time to date. And I certainly don’t have the time to be a mother.”

“That’s what nannies are for, darling.” 

“We are not talking about this.”

Silence fell over the table.

“The weather is pretty good for August,” said Alexander, clearly trying to change the subject. “Very mild. Think that will hold for winter?”

“Probably not,” said Iris, her posture relaxing.

“How do you know? Did your magic pet tell you that?” said Richard. He shoveled salad into his mouth. It was supposed to be an insult, but it was weak and childish at best.

“Richard!” exclaimed Nicole.

“Kit isn’t a pet,” said Iris, her grip on her glass tightening.

Henry put his fork down. “Mind your manners, young man.”

“I’m not a winter. I wouldn’t know,” Kit said, neatly sidestepping the ‘pet’ comment. He didn’t think he could really dispute it anyway.

“Can you predict the weather?” asked Alexander. “In your season, I mean.”

“A little. I can’t tell you what will happen in a week, but I’ll know if it will rain the morning of.”

“How convenient,” said Nicole. “That must be helpful for event planning.”

“I suppose.”

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Mistress was on her second glass of wine, and Kit worried about her. She was just so tense.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know any conversation topics that would calm her down.

Some servants cleared the table and brought in the duck. It looked delicious.

He carefully took a bite, and suppressed a wince. 

It was good, really good, but it was clearly seasoned with salt. It stung like tiny needles in his mouth.

Was it on purpose? Did he do something wrong, and this was his punishment?

He glanced at Mistress Iris out of the corner of his eye. She didn’t seem to notice anything.

Kit looked down at his dish. It would be rude not to eat what he was given. Iris would be so upset if he embarrassed her in front of the family she disliked so much.

He tried the potatoes.

No salt, thank the stars.

He ate the duck quickly. If he got it over with soon, it would give his mouth time to heal and hopefully he could enjoy dessert.

“So, Kit, what do you do for Iris?” asked Richard, a smirk on his face. “Y’know, if you don’t predict the weather.”

Kit decided he didn’t like Richard.

“Whatever Mistress asks of me.” 

He knew he’d made a mistake as soon as the word ‘mistress’ left his lips.

“So you’re not a pet, you’re a slave.” Iris sucked in a breath.

Henry stood up, grabbing Richard by the arm. “Come on. We’re going to have a chat.” 

He pulled Richard from the table, marching him out the door.

“I was just telling it like it is!” protested Richard as they went.

There was a pause. Kit poked at the remaining food on his plate.

“I am so sorry,” apologized Alexander. 

“I’ve heard worse.” Richard was right, but he was an asshole about it. No wonder Iris didn’t like her family.

Nicole said nothing, swirling her wine.

Kit attempted to swallow more of the meat, but he couldn’t help flinching at the salt on his tongue. It was beginning to burn in his mouth.

He grabbed his water glass and took a long sip.

He tried to eat another piece without wincing, but it was a losing battle. He choked it down. It really was too bad; he liked duck.

“Are you alright?” asked Iris, her brow furrowing.

“I-” there was no way he could answer without complaining. “There’s salt in this.”

“Percy!” called Iris over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” she said to him.

“I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose.”

“Of course it wasn't on purpose!”

Percy appeared in moments. “My queen?”

“There's salt in Kit’s food.”

Percy’s eyes went wide. He turned to Kit. “My apologies for the mix up. Chef specifically prepared a duck for you. I’ll switch it out immediately. It won’t happen again.” He whisked away the plate.

“Thank you,” said Iris, exasperated. She reached for her wine again.

Henry and Richard came back in. Henry looked as composed as before, but Richard’s face was red.

Henry kissed his wife on the cheek, and Richard slumped unhappily in his chair. He didn’t look at anyone.

The second duck was just as good as the first, without the pain. Percy seemed incredibly embarrassed.

“Percy isn’t going to be in trouble, right?” he asked.

“It isn’t his job to plate the courses, so no.” Iris reassured him. “Whoever did will be.”

“Oh. What if it was just a mistake?”

“I’d have them fired,” said Nicole. She turned up her nose. “No one wants to do their jobs properly anymore.”

“What are we talking about?” Henry said, picking up his fork.

“Someone put an allergen in Kit’s food,” said Alexander.

“Ah.”

“We’re debating if they should get fired,” said Iris.

“I don’t think so,” Kit said. “Maybe they just didn’t know.”

“They should know,” argued Nicole. “It’s unacceptable.”

“I’m with Kit on this one.” offered Alexander. “Salt is so common, and not usually something you have to worry about. No harm no foul, right?”

“Doesn’t salt hurt faeries?” asked Henry.

“Yes.”

“Well then there was harm,” he pointed out.

“Kit should still decide.”

“I don’t want them in trouble if it was a mistake,” he protested.

“And if it wasn’t?” asked Henry. “You can’t just let that slide.”

“Then I’ll fire them,” said Iris. “Obviously.”

“The real problem is lack of effort,” Nicole complained, “No one wants to work these days.”

The family debated back and forth, and Kit was just glad that Iris didn’t seem so wound up anymore.

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“Well, now that it's over, I won’t have to see them for another month.”

Kit watched her remove her makeup.

“Why bother seeing them if you don’t like them?”

Iris pulled off her earrings. “They’re my mom’s family,” she explained. “I can’t just… not talk to them.”

She looked in the mirror. She did look tired without concealer. Damn.

“Oh.”

She got the feeling that Kit didn’t really understand. “It’s easier to keep the peace than to cut them off. Besides, Alexander and Uncle Henry aren’t so bad. Right?”

Kit hummed.

“I’m going to bed early. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, Iris.” Kit stood up and left, the door quietly clicking shut.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. It was only Monday, and she was already so sick of work.

Maybe tomorrow would be easier.

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[lurafita]

Mundane Game Nights: Cluedo

Jace: "It was a burglar with a sword." Izzy: "There is no burglar. You need to use the people living in the mansion. I say it was the butler. He was probably tired of taking orders from the lord, so he took his sword and stabbed him." Clary: "Guys, there are no swords. Mundanes don't typically have swords on their person. And it isn't their go to weapon. You need to use the things that the game provides you with. Like the bbq fork." Jace: "Why would you try to kill someone with a bbq fork? That's not very effective." Izzy: "Yeah, an axe would make more sense. Maybe it was the gardener. He must have an axe to cut down trees with, right?" Alec: "No, the lord was stabbed in the heart. That's not something you would use an axe for. If the lord had been killed with an axe, they would have chopped his head off. I say it was his wife. With a throwing knife. Small enough to hide it on her person, long enough to pierce the heart and cause mortal damage. He was found in the kitchen. There is a blind spot in the connecting room. If she hid herself behind that pillar, she could have waited for him to get in the right position, make the throw, and then get out through the terrace. A quick wave to the gardener, who would later tell the police that the lady of the house was in the garden admiring the roses, and couldn't have been in the kitchen to kill her husband at the time of death." Magnus: "Very meticulous, my dear Alexander. Unfortunately, there are no throwing knives." Alec: "There should be throwing knives. Who doesn't have throwing knives?"

[softboynick]

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“Alexander.” Henry watches as Alex’s mouth twists in displeasure at the sound of his government name. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” Alex rolls his eyes, and Henry thinks he might have heard him utter, pompous dickhead, under his breath. He pointedly does not rise to the bait.  “I needed air,” Alex says. “Funnily enough. I did as well,” Henry says. The silence that follows isn’t awkward, but it isn’t comfortable either.  “How can you stand it?” Alex suddenly asks, the question bursting out of him before he can control it and rein it back in. “The rules, the stuffiness. It’s—God, I’m pretty sure if we sit down at dinner, and I use the wrong fork, I might end up in the gallows.”  “Hangings have been banned since 1964 in the United Kingdom.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”  “I’m only stating the facts.” “Oh, I’m sorry that not everyone knows British history like that, Your Majesty.” “It’s Your Royal Highness. Your Majesty is reserved for the Queen.” “Great. Thank you for the etiquette lesson,” Alex says mockingly. “Can you be any more annoying?” 

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