#amomentxofhappiness

[troublesomemix]

CLOSED || @amomentxofhappiness || dirty dancing for dorks ||

this place shouldn't be overwhelming. it was basically a vacation home for seniors. advertised as family friendly. but the last few days had been beyond a whirlwind. she had got herself caught up in staff drama, all for the sake of a girl like crush. steve shouldn't make her so weak at the knees, but she just couldn't help it. it was everything about him;; and she almost hated herself for it. feeling so helpless drowning in her mix of emotions, trying to keep a level head in front of him and the other staff.

despite several fantasies that had plagued her since arriving a few weeks ago, the redhead was frustrated at the man in front of her. both sweaty and breathing, from a little less exciting circumstances than her dreams. it spurred persephone on to lash out after hearing a passive comment she didn't agree with. “ i don’t know what else you want from me! i’m completely learning everything from scratch with no history in dancing what-so-ever, but here i am still. let me remind you that i’m trying to save your ass, when all i really wanna do is drop you on it! ”

[thedevilsbckbone]

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He'd only been gone a week, visiting some friends for the holiday, and somehow so much seemed to happened suddenly in Sergio's life. Not only had his brother fallen into a coma after some freak accident, he also had learned about his brother's fiancée who had saved him. Sergio was honestly more shocked by that news than of the accident, as he and Marcus had always been close, and yet somehow this was the first time the younger sibling was hearing about the woman. It made he grow a bit weary, especially after hearing his mother rave about the woman whom she'd also had only just met after the accident. If his mother's words were anything to go off of; Marcus' new fiancée was charming and a doll, two words that Sergio wouldn't really have associated with the type of women who brother usually seemed to date.

Once he finally got to the hospital to see Marcus, things only got more suspicious when he walked into the room to find the woman in question sitting beside his comatose brother. The older man typically went for blondes who looked like they barely ate and wore designer clothes that were worth more than Sergio's car - not to mention most looked like they went under the needle at least a few times a year, but this woman didn't look anything like that. She was absolutely beautiful - in the natural way that any of Marcus' previous partners would have been jealous of.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting anything." He said, knocking softly as he entered the room, addressing the woman before turning to look at his brother in bed. A frown tugged at his lips, eyes moving over the machines that all tied back to Marcus as he moved to stand beside his bed, giving his brother's shoulder a soft pat. "Wow man, you look like shit." He said to his brother with a small sad chuckle. "Sorry it took me so long to get here." He remembered the woman in the room and turned back to look at her, curiosity marking his features. "You must be Lucy, right? I'm Sergio, Marcus' younger brother." He reached out his hand in introduction, his mind racing with a million questions but he tried to keep his expression neutral.

[wrldofmyown]

@amomentxofhappiness asked: "would it make things weird between us if i kissed you right now?" || meme

God, Arya had been wondering when something like this would happen. Not very long ago Frank had been acting a tiny bit weird when she was getting ready for a date with some guy from a dating app; a date that went horrible too. For months she had been waiting and even considered making the move herself but when she'd try, she'd turn speechless. "Why don't you try and we'll see?"

[ofxinnocencewrites]

@amomentxofhappiness Continued from this.

Susan was completely speechless as Caspian spoke. It was a story that was a little unhinged, probably due to the pain he was in and she could not ask him anything since he was being pulled away from her for surgery. Her brain was in overdrive. It was still processing the fact that she had lost her complete family and not the fact that the man she expected never to see again was now suddenly in front of her. Stumbling on about that he wasn’t going to leave her alone, that everyone was together in Aslan’s Country. It did not make any sense to her at all. Speechless she watched as he was being wheeled away, barely hearing what the woman next to her said until the word ‘miracle’. You could definitely say that.

The woman was pulled from her thoughts at that point and looked at the nurse next to her. “Thank you,” she muttered softly before the nurse brought Susan along so she could go and identify her family. Caspian was going to be in surgery for a while and she couldn’t do anything else but wait, was what she said. The mortuary of the hospital was filled with a lot more people than just her family after the trainaccident and even if there was just a single bit of her that was hoping it was all just a nightmare, Susan had known that after seeing Caspian in front of her, she knew it was not a nightmare. A positive identification had been made on all of them by her. Numb she returned to the place she had left earlier, staring out in front of her but seeing nothing. She sat there like that until a different nurse came to collect her after Caspian came out of surgery and she could go to him, while he was still asleep.

Susan wasn’t sure when she apparently relaxed enough for her to fall asleep next to Caspian’s bed in a seat while her hand was wrapped around his. The feeling of his hand in hers made it clear to her that she was truly there. In her sleep she had let go of his hand, it had dropped in her lap and she only woke up until a sound woke her up. She had a nanosecond of peace before reality washed all over her once more. The loss, the surprise. Susan reached out so she could take his hand into hers again. “I’m here, I’m still here,” she whispered as she pulled the seat closer to the bed. “I have so many questions but they are for a later moment. I am happy you are here. How is the pain?”

[troublesomemix]

The time passed by so quickly. Almost too quickly. It was almost like she had never left. Gabriel was pleasantly surprised to see how quickly he fell back into a routine with her by his side. Without her to manage his schedule and manage his appearances ( and really every public aspect of his life ) he had started to read more about him being back in the public's good graces. He was firm in his belief that the country had just tolerated Rosalind as queen, but now that he was going to be crowned they weren't sure about him either. He wanted to be loved by his citizens, not tolerated. At least Wanda helped steer him back to his goal. They were so close.

What had not been smooth was his sleep. Ever since she returned, he slept more restlessly. There had been multiple times where he had woken up;; hot, sweaty and bothered. Throbbing, tense and sometimes even with a mess already in the bed. For better or worse he remembered the dreams that put him there. Dreams of Wanda. Dreams of he and Wanda doing... very suggestive things. Obviously. It was why he woke up flushed over and over again. They plagued him. The prince had had some of these dreams while she was gone, but they had been resolved by finding some cheap ass the next night. But now-- they wouldn't leave him alone. Even if he had a few, or several, one night stands. He still dreamt on the regular. It was starting to affect little behaviors during the day and he couldn't have that.

So the moment that Wanda announced that there was a match that had been accepted Gabriel was all over it. Charming, cordial, full prince material for his intended bride. Sharon was beautiful, sweet and docile but sassy when provoked at times-- everything a paper perfect princess should be, really. And she was arm candy, doting on him at every single event. He felt a little bad, knowing that she was treating him with sickly puppy love. But he couldn't say that he felt the same about Sharon. Not when his fucking manager was doing everything he hoped for in his dreams at night. Not when he was sneaking little glances when he was convinced she wasn't looking his way, like during this meeting. Here and there, little observing looks. How fucked up was that?

He chuckled, appreciating the jab she sent his way. He knew her views about his sex life, but Gabriel didn't intend to stop fully. “ Nah, not yet. I offered, but she said something about saving it for the wedding night? Don't think she's a virgin though, so maybe she's in love with the idea of some old fashioned consummation fantasy. Weird. ”

== hella timeskip ==

Being back had proven to be more exhausting than anticipated. Besides having to deal with Gabriel and Gabriel's ego, there was the matter of his mother and her 'suitable wives' presentation, the media going in frenzy about Wanda being back, the tabloids saying she should be the next queen, Wanda pretending not to be considering it and even more so, pretending that helping choose Gabriel's wife didn't affect her in the slightest.

It was rough. It was rougher than she could've expected when they set on a barely legal princess of some forsaken little country that could benefit from the pairing. The worst part is that Gabriel seemed genuinely into the thing. No, the worst part was that the girl--yes, she would call her 'the girl' in her mind--was nice. She was good and kind and funny. Also, she was a looker with a little of snark. She was a mini Wanda (not that she would admit that thought to another soul). And the girl seemed really into Gabriel. Heck, who wouldn't.

It was heartbreaking. Her heart. Breaking. A little more every day. But it had been her choice not to act on it, not to say anything, not to admit to herself and to him and to everyone that yes, she was the best candidate for his wife because she was a zarina yes, she was also a born citizen and had the best interest of the people at heart. And she loved him. That egotistical maniac, annoying as fudge, cocky, borderline rude at times, tall asshole was the man she loved. Fuck.

The problem was that he didn't love her. He cared for her she knew as much. They were friends--the best of friends. And Wanda was sure he'd bang her in a split second (he had innuendo'ed it enough times). But she didn't want to bang him--yes she did. She wanted something more. She wanted the whole package and he would never do that. He couldn't. He wasn't coded to be in love and faithful and to give himself to a single another person. And that was fine. Super fine. She'd grow out of it. It would pass. It had to.

Regardless of her feelings, she was a pretty good actress. At least she believed she was.

Temporarily living at the Palace, partially because of all the extra work she had (between making up the whirlwind romance between Gabriel and the girl, the official meetings, the leaked photos, preparing the engagement soireé and the coronation only 2 days after that was entirely too much for her). There was also the little incident of death threats in her home and she wouldn't risk getting blown up or losing Einstein in any way other than the natural one. So she was around. Constantly.

And now the girl was also staying at the Palace. Thankfully it was a BIG palace and Wanda had managed to survive long enough to the day before the engagement party where she was on the other side of Gabriel's desk, feet up, going through some endless list of pain points for the media and in general.

"We need to be prepared for your sister's asshole followers to pull something tomorrow night or at the coronation. Thor's on top of it but... I just... You should wear a vest just in case," Wanda said looking up from her pad to the King and swallowing hard before looking away. "How are things with the Queen to be? Banged that yet?"

[florxdexcerezos]

@amomentxofhappiness - for Adam

Heavenly Made was no subtle being. With the bright red cursive store name above the door, the hand-drawn cupcakes framing the windows and the bright sunny yellow that coloured the building. Couldn't miss it. It was tastefully gaudy, and was so for a reason. The locals would whisper about beautifully hand crafted pastries and cakes, and nice coffee.

That would be where Adam found himself. In a fairly busy bakery, warmth rolling from the kitchens in the back, and mainstream pop playing unobtrusively on the speakers. Someone brought him his order - a redhead with wide, rounded glasses and a bright smile. "Hope you enjoy~" She flittered off someplace else.

Even the plate was lined with little cartoony cupcakes. Poking out from underneath the rim of the plate was a small piece of card. Unfolded, it read: "Good morning! Hope you have a wonderful day today, and that your day goes as planned! :) It's a beautiful day outside, so please make sure take some time to enjoy it and stay hydrated! Please speak to the waiter on the floor if there's anything else we can do for you! Happy to help! x"

[machiavxlli]

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Ice riddled the fields. Cold wind barged through the trees, pushing everything in it's wake. The young diplomat grabbed either side of her fur coat, pulling it towards herself. Alina shuddered, her breath visible as she exhaled. "Are we nearly there?" The woman questioned, and the driver politely answered with an 'almost there!'. Alina wondered how it would all go down. She had not seen Ben in years, she wondered if he would still recognize her. They were friends at court, best friends. Their fathers were friends as well, so it was how they met. Alina remembered fondly the days when they played in the gardens of her estate, him laughing whenever she fell or him running away whenever she tried to put a flower crown on him. She cast her eyes outside, deep in thought.

This will work. It has too.

The kingdom was in chaos, the people in disarray. Recently the tax went up, which would render the people poorer than they already were. While Alina deposed it, she was outvoted. The diplomat figured there was now only one way. Kill the king, and bring someone more capable. Ben was, for lack of a better word, a pawn in her plan. Alina knew of his history, why he left court, and wanted to use it to her advantage. While it might seem cruel, she could not see anymore corpses.

The carriage stopped. Alina exited, and instructed the driver to remain behind her. The woman made her way through the path, before stumbling upon a home. Outside, was a tall man with dark hair. He's so tall. Alina thought, rather shocked. "Ben." The woman called out. "....It's good to see you again..." // @amomentxofhappiness

[archxngxl]

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Veronica smiled. "As a matter a fact, he was." The vampire cast a fleeting glance at the corpse under her boot. He was a rapist, recently released from prison. Lord knows why, but he made the mistake of crossing Veronica. One thing led to another and now he lay dead under her heel. Veronica wiped some of blood off her mouth with the back of her hand, though she had perhaps lost herself too much in the feeding. Her hands were stained, her mouth and chin. It would take some time to clean it all.

Veronica was in front of him in a split second, though still kept a considerable distance. She never underestimated someone, never. "You're cute." The vampire teased, hands rested on her hips. "You're a hunter, aren't you?" Veronica suddenly questioned. "Not a very good one, I'd wager. Considering that I don't have a wooden stake in my chest yet."

[lcstinthewoods]

Wanda practically preened at his praise, teasing as it was. She'd always struggled with making friends, she just couldn't quite remember why. Well, she supposed aside from Steve she never really went out much, didn't talk to anyone else aside from-- "I really am very excited." She admitted with a nervous smile. Regardless of her lack of social interaction, this would be good for her. This was good for them.

"No, I don't find it odd." She admitted slowly, eyebrows furrowing. What was so odd about two friends moving to a town together? "No! No, please don't leave." She begged, eyes widening in alarm. She couldn't be left alone, not again. The thought was sudden and jarring, and Wanda hadn't realized that the hand Steve had touched had begun to shake. Swallowing thickly, Wanda forced herself to take a deep breath and relax. He wasn't going anywhere, she assured herself. Another sudden thought she had was would it truly be terrible to be married to Steve? The answer was an immediate no. He was all any woman could ever ask for in a husband, and the thought suddenly turned her shy. "This place is nice because you're here." She admitted sheepishly. She would go anywhere, she realized, as long as she had Steve.

"Oh, look at you, making friends already!" Steve quipped with a small smile as he took a seat and reached for the newspaper at the coffee table, pretending to pass the pages but concentrated on what Wanda was letting him know. He furrowed his eyebrows at the idea of going to the office he next day, not sure what he'd be doing but of course he'd go to the office and work, take his briefcase, have lunch with the boys, maybe grab a beer at the end of the day at the pub... There was that feeling again, he remembered friends at a pub, drinking beer, with uniforms. He opened his mouth confused to ask Wanda if she remembered him being deployed or war but the thought left him a moment later. Of course there was no war and he hadn't been deployed. No, his friends were... they were somewhere else. His only friend here was Wanda, his best friend actually. Things were good here, even better because she was here with him.

"Well, do you find it odd? I think it's perfectly normal. We're friends and I wouldn't want you having to deal with a new town all on your own," he added with a ghost of a smile. "Oh I love your pie," he added looking at it and then at her. "Do you think I should leave? I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble. I really don't want to do. This place... this place is nice. And you're here." he smiled at her again setting his hand over hers.

[thedevilsbckbone]

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It had been a long time since he'd had a beautiful woman on his lap like this and Tye had to admit that he'd been in desperate need of it. In need of a woman wrapped around him in his arms, their soft skin beneath his fingertips. He'd missed the feeling, much more than he had realized. He had told himself that he was doing this as a favor to a friend, but deep down there was a part of him had that needed it too. The sex part had never been what had held him back though, it was everything leading up to it and the emotions that sometimes followed. He could do sex, but he couldn't open his heart up to anyone like that. Not yet at least. So knowing that he didn't have to worry about that in this instance, it felt good.

At least that's what he tried to convince himself of.

As Wanda pressed herself closer to him, Tye's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her hips a bit to keep her close. He let himself get caught up in the taste of her lips , the wine they were drinking mixed with something sweet that made him want more. Especially as she nipped at his bottom lip which sent shivers down his body and causing blood to rush directly to his crotch. A small sound of protest left his lips as she pulled away but soon her lips were back on his skin, leaving heated kisses long his neck and jaw, and Tye lost himself for a moment in the feeling, craning his head back to give her more access as his breath quickened slightly.

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[molinxsdeviento]

Hello and welcome! I'm Fibi, 35+ and EST+1. This is a new sideblog, and you can find my writing in @amomentxofhappiness (active) & @misunderstoodcreatures.(now archived) after a year and some i needed a change & decided to open this sideblog. for the time being there's only 5 muses that you can find in this link.

some groundrules taken with permission from a friend's blog: semi-selective, slow activity, multi-muse rper. I tend to reply on the weekends with scatters of responses throughout the week depending on my muse and how busy my work week was. Usually always around lurking so please never feel afraid to send me a message! I will not rp the following topics: inc*st, noncon/dubcon, gore, zombies, r*pe, and while I will write smut please note that this is not a smut-centric blog. I will also only rp with those who are 21+ and with muses that are also 25+ and use beta (if i can get xkit to work).

muses || wishlist || banned fc

[machiavxlli]

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Nicholas had gotten the news of his betrothal months ago, but it still did not sit right with him. It felt wrong, and it was definitely no something he wanted. His heart belonged to someone else, and that someone was sitting right next to him. "Pondering the many ways in which I plan to steal the cupcakes from the kitchens this evening..." A small joke, made to make the woman laugh. "I take it Caspian is not as up to par as you expected?" Nicholas meant no harm by the question, though his tone was rather cheeky.

To say he was jealous was an understatement. There she was, Sabrina, the perfect girl for him. And his father than turns around and promises him to another woman, the daughter of a Duke. It's good for the family, Nicholas. Not to mention for the company. His father said, before leaving on another of his many voyages. Though, the old man promised to come back for the wedding.

"Sabrina, has he been treating you well?"

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[thedevilsbckbone]

A small sigh left her lips as she moved to sit at the edge of the bed they had just shared. Her mug sat untouched between her hands and she glanced down at it's dark contents, watching as steam rose and then disappeared into the air. "Not to anyone but the others on the team... no real need for an alias when you're legally dead." She said once she glanced back up at him again, the corners of her lips tipping up slightly as she shook her head. She wasn't sure if there really was a way for the two of them to stay in touch -- what with their chosen careers that had them not only traveling all around the world but could also taken them out at any given time. It was next to impossible to be with someone like this -- and yet even with that knowledge she had gone and fallen in love with him.

"I don't know...." she said honestly. "Maybe we can come up with a system to stay in touch." She tried to think... if they set up a burner number for the other that they could keep in secret, at a secure location to be able to check up on the other or something of sorts. She shared the idea, knowing it was a risky one but it was at least something. Then he was asking if she had to go back to being a ghost again and the brunette let out another sigh. ""Yes.... but not yet at least." Moving one hand, she pat the spot beside her on the bed. "Come sit with me, please..." There was still an hour before she had to meet the others and Nadia was determined to spend every minute she could with him.

@thedevilsbckbone cassian & nadia

"How are we going to stay in touch? We can't use dead drops because we could be anywhere in the world. Do you have any aliases? I've kept mine and got a few more," Cassian offered before taking a zip of coffee. There was, obviosly, the elephant in the room: she was legally dea.d and he was a blac.k ops officer undercover and behind enemy lines 90% of the time. If something were toi happen to either of them, the other would never find out. "I could ask my handler to reachyou if--" he paused, there was no need to finish the sentence.

"You need to go back to being a ghost soon, don't you?"

[troublesomemix]

CLOSED starter || @misunderstoodcreatures​ || persephone & steve ||

it was just a simple little thing. it probably was a waste of her time and her resources, but she just didn’t care. he had come into her shop a few times, or passed it walking on the street, enough for her to pay attention. she had lived long enough to know when there was someone who peaked her interest. even if it was just a regular customer. the florist also had decided to try and push past her shyness, aiming instead for trying to get ways to make this tall dark stranger engage in conversation.  her little flower shop took up a small corner of the block, just her that ran it. simple enough. truth be told, in all their simple conversations, persephone really knew NOTHING about him. she wasn’t one for watching the news or reading the paper. why would she listen to the opinion of others as to what was important if she could just live it herself? he was just… really attractive. 

so what was this little sunshine to do? she started creating special flower bouquets for him.  coming up with ‘bogo’ on the spot deals or ‘thanks for walking by, here’s a lilac for you to brighten your day.’  the woman never sent love notes or anything like it, but she was determined to bring a small moment of happiness to those in the world around her. her days were endless, but that just made her long even more to encourage the people she passed by. including her tall and dark stranger. in her opinion, small moments added up to make a world of differences.  she didn’t knew if the flower was thrown away when he went down the next block, or instead was taken to someone else special in his life. no matter the outcome, the delusional redhead chose to believe that she was improving someone’s day just a little bit with beauty. she was in the middle of making more specific bouquets with a ‘WELCOME FALL’ theme as the front door dinged a new arrival. she grinned into the flowers, happy to see the one that was driving her curiosity. calling out a greeting, the soft spoken woman tied some flower wire tight before continuing to work and offering up gentle banter. “ needing anything specific today? i’ve even got a pumpkin spice themed bouquet for those autumn fanatics. or do you try and steer away from the basic white bitch stereotype merch? ”

[oldmcncy]

@amomentxofhappiness​

“You have three seconds to move out of the way before I call security. You’re blocking the sun,“ she muttered, not taking her eyes away from her phone as she typed.

[thedevilsbckbone]

It was a lazy Saturday for Maxine, with no real plans for the day so the brunette had decided to go for a jog. She tried to get a jog in at least once or twice a week, which was just enough to keep her feeling good about herself without overworking her leg and causing herself too much pain. She'd was just finishing up her first lap around the mile and a half long stretch of park when she'd began to pass the playground.

She didn't pay it much mind at first, until she heard her name being called out in a small voice. Quickly that small voice became clearer as she whipped her head over to see the familiar smile of her student Olivia bolting over toward her. "Oh, hey sweetie! How are you doing?" She asked the little girl with a warm smile. "Are you here with your dad?" She glanced up to look around for Jack but did not see him.

Instead, she noticed a tall blonde man right behind the little girl also making his way over. She didn't recognize the guy but damn was he handsome she couldn't help but think as she looked him over. "Oh hi --" she said in surprise as she looked from the man to the little girl again, trying to get any hint as to who the stranger was. "And who is this Ollie?" She asked her, partly to make sure she was okay (her teacher brain always on) and partly because she couldn't help but be genuinely curious.

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