#para 002

[dianynn]

Dear Darling - Darling in the franxx🌹

* Capa para doação.

* Design: @dianynn 🌹

[wmucody]

para 002 : cody & frannie.

Cody ran his hair through his soft hair for what seemed like the sixteenth time. There was a small cowlick that couldn't help but stick up no matter what way he brushed his hair. Rumbling through his toiletries bag beneath him, he pulled out his hair product and lightly tapped the powder into his hair, manoeuvring each strand with precision so it was sitting perfect for drinks with Frannie.

He stood confidently in front of the mirror. Now that his hair was sorted, he was ready to take on the drinking world with someone who had quite literally captivated him recently. Something that was rare for the man. His eyes ran over his outfit to ensure no specs of dust or fuzz gathering. He picked out a pair of his finest, casual loafers complimented with tailored black trousers, with a beige shirt not fully buttoned. A slight hint of his chest and collar bones were exposed.

Cody had never been invited to someone else's father gathering before. Of course when he was younger he attended his friend's birthday parties but he was never accompanying someone to a family party as their date? Was it a date? He had hoped so. The connection was growing deeper between Cody and Frannie. Something that quite frankly frightened him however the enjoyment overshadowed the fear so far. It was an honour to be here. She could have picked anyone but here he was, in one of the Fabray's spare rooms, amazed at the size. He had grown up in a nice, big family home however it was nothing compared to this.

Closing his room door, Cody headed towards Frannie's door. The route already implemented in his head. They had agreed in the car over when the coast was clear he would sneak to her room. Silently as not to awake any Fabray's. Pissing off her family really wasn't the overall impression he was trying to make. Arriving at the bedroom door, Cody cleared his throat before knocking modestly. "Frannie?" He asked, making his presence known before he walked into the other's room. "I'm ready."

@wmufranniefabray

[mir-iamwilde]

Hey, Dad, Look at me, Think Back and Talk to me, Did I Grow Up According to Plan? || Self Para

LOCATION: Midge's apartment.

TIMEFRAME: 10/24, evening.

WARNINGS: Violence, abuse, slut shaming, religion.

SUMMARY: Aaron shows up at Midge's apartment and he's not happy about the picture she sent him.

Midge had barely gotten in from class when she heard a loud knock at her door. Making her way to it, she probably should have looked to see who was there before opening it, but too late, because as she swung the door open, there was her father. Shoving it open faster and stepping inside before Midge even had the opportunity to process what was happening. She stepped back, fear radiating through her body. It wasn’t as if she didn’t expect Aaron to be upset with her, but she thought she would see him at the church, and he’d have to just lecture her under his breath when no one was around. The last thing she expected was for him to show up here. 

“Daddy?” She said, her voice shaking slightly, “What are you doing here? This is such a nice surprise.” Midge tried to sound pleased, hoping that maybe somehow she could get out of this with an apology and sweet demeanor. 

“Miriam, you know exactly why I’m here, it’s not a surprise.” He answered, his voice booming through her apartment as he closed the door behind himself, locking it with a loud click that made her jump. 

“I’m not sure, is something wrong?” She asked, afraid that if she admitted to knowing too easily that he’d know she had been trying to piss him off and would get angrier. 

“Do you want to tell me about this photo?” He asked, pulling his phone from his pocket and waving the screen in her face, the picture of her and Danny clear as day. Midge looked away, shame filling her, but Aaron’s fingers grabbed her jaw and yanked her focus back to the phone, “Do you know what I see? I see a whore, a whore in a low cut top, drinking booze and whoring herself out to a man who looks like he’s never prayed a day in his life. Is that what you see, Miriam? Do you see a whore?” 

The words stung, almost worse than the way his fingers were digging into her skin, but still she shook her head, pulling away from his grip but keeping her eyes on his phone this time, until finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Daddy, I’m sorry. It was that lockdown, it was just…I was scared and I wasn’t acting like mys-” She was cut off as his hand swept over her face, so quickly, her body spun around and she collapsed to the floor, before she even felt the pain of it burning into her flesh. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and her own hand flew up to her cheek. Her body shook from fear, pain and the tears as she gently felt her face, as if checking to make sure it was all still there. 

“Look at me, Miriam.” Her father said, but she couldn’t seem to move her body. “I said, look at me, Miriam.” Still she remained sitting on the floor facing away from him, her body frozen with fear and shock. Apparently, he felt he had waited long enough and suddenly a hand was grasping her hair and hauling her to her feet. Aaron shoved her against the door now, his hand wrapping around her throat. Midge’s eyes widened, he had never laid a hand on her before this, she knew he had hit Zach, and she hated thinking about it, but he had never hit her, and she didn’t know how far this was going to, she didn’t know how to act. 

She began to pull at his hand, trying to gasp for a breath, but there was no air. “You will NOT embarrass me, Miriam. Do you understand? You will not be an embarrassment to this family, ever again. You will dress modestly, you will BEHAVE modestly. Is that clear?” He said, his voice ice cold and all Midge could do was nod in agreement. He released her finally, and she fell to the floor again, gasping for air and then coughing as it filled her lungs and burned. She felt like she wanted to puke, the coughing so strong she was sure she would at any moment. Aaron grabbed her jaw again, harder this time and pulled her face to meet his again. “If you want to continue to behave like a whore, you better get used to this, because this is how whores get treated.” He let her go and a sob escaped her, “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She said, her voice raspy from both the coughing and the tears. “I’m not a whore, I promise. I won’t embarrass you again.” She said, hoping that this was over, that he would leave her to cry alone in her apartment. 

“Good. Now, get up. Respectable women do not sit on the kitchen floor crying. Get up, clean yourself up, and get started on dinner.” She looked up at him confused as he sat down on one of her kitchen chairs. 

“I didn’t have anything planned for dinner,” She said, her voice and body shaky as she stood from her spot, afraid to move any closer to him. 

“You have a guest, Miriam, you should always have something on hand to provide for your guests. I’ll be staying for dinner, and I am quite hungry, so please, don’t keep me waiting. Clean yourself up and begin cooking.” 

Midge moved quickly to the sink, turning on the cold water and getting her hands wet to wipe the tears from her face. Her face and throat ached and throbbed, but she couldn’t think about that now. She moved the water to hot, washed her hands, and then began pulling out pots to cook pasta for dinner. Terrified of any wrong move he might make in front of her father. She cooked quickly, and ate silently, though really she just moved food around her plate. When he was finished, she cleaned both their plates, and he watched as she cleaned the rest of the dishes and the kitchen, before finally standing and excusing himself for the night. “Goodnight, Miriam,” He said, giving her a hug that felt more like a reminder of the warning he’d given earlier. “I’m so glad we had this talk.” He added, before leaving through the same door he’d entered and shutting it behind him. 

[evelayton]

Starter for: @genortiz

Eve could've gone to Toni about this as well, but it felt right to go over to her sister with it first. She knew the people in this town a lot better and the blonde also wanted to know what Gen would be able to tell her about who Levi was exactly. She trusted her sister's judge of character. And besides that - this was another chance of bonding with Gen as well.

So that was how the two of them had met up at the restaurant for dinner and a well needed night of gossiping. Eve raised the glass of wine that had been placed in front of them by the waitress who had just walked away. They were seated in a quiet corner of the restaurant, nobody around to hear them talk.

"Here's to a night of gossip, I guess."

[everywordisstraightfrommyheart]

✩ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ⨾ @hxppybxtch (Ji-Eun) ✩ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⨾ Namsam Coffee (Jung-gu, Seoul)

"우리는 언제 운명을 부여하기 시작할 예정입니까?" When are we going to start giving fate it's due?

Ji-Ho didn't realize he'd spoken until he saw the woman in front of him slowly pivot on her heels, her features coming into focus. He'd known from when he joined the line, it was her that stood directly in front of him. Ji-Eun. Yet, whenever he thought of her his chest became restrictive and his heart roared. This instance was no different. He glanced behind him for his secretary but she hadn't yet made her into the cafe. Which was for the best, he supposed. At the office, he was the reclusive and cold CEO. He'd perfected the art of keeping everyone at arms length. It worked. People seemed to be the biggest disappointments and he saved himself whenever he lowed his expectations.

"어떻게 도와 드릴까요?" How can I help you? The barista asked with a friendly enough smile. "It's your turn, Eunnie," Her nickname felt both foreign and reminiscent on his tongue. Similar to that of a salty yet sweet treat packed into a bite-size dessert. A part of him felt giddy in her presence. The other felt shame and guilt. They'd only spoken a total of two times since the day they'd ran into each other randomly. However, he still felt undeserving. Years passed and this feeling was burrowed deep within his heart.

Why should she give him the time of day now? He wasn't a constance in her life anymore. He was the past like yesterday or the many yesterday's before then. No longer was he the center of her world. Before he would never have thought of constants and time but now that's all he pondered.

[romanrhodes]

where: Rhodes Farm, Hawthorne Hideaway with: Roman Rhodes ( self-para ) when: April 15th 2024

The parcel had been misleading, it had caught him off guard. Roman had ordered a new camera for the incubator, in the run-up to hatching another batch of chickens to increase the farm's egg productivity. So when a box roughly the size of a small wireless camera had come to the farm, with the farm's address with no name, he assumed it for him.

Instead, he opened the box to find another box, and he recognised the brand immediately. His stomach dropped, and he knew he should leave it alone, but his curiosity burned inside him. He opened the box of hard, top-quality cardboard in dark, dark blue and gold lettering. Inside was another box of velvet, in royal blue. He popped it open, and a beautiful watch Roman immediately recognised stared back at him, unmoving. A white face with gold hands, numbers, metal, and a dark brown leather strap. Inside the face were three smaller faces for the day of the week, the day of the month, and the month of the year. In the face of the months, there was a horizon, that would change with the time of day from a glorious, tiny golden sun to a rich blue sky with tiny golden stars.

It was beautiful, and it was at least $300 and Roman knew exactly who had bought it for him.

His hands were shaking as he reached out and pulled out the watch. The leather was soft and the metal was cool and glinting in the morning light of the kitchen. Roman let out a shaking breath, realising this was probably his birthday present. He slowly turned the watch over to admire it, and the engraving on the back caught his eye.

"Our Time Together Is Just Never Quite Enough." - Andrew The air left his lungs, and he choked. His eyes stung and his vision blurred as he read the words again and again. A pained laugh bubbled up out of his throat, shocking him, appalling him. God had a really mean sense of humour.

He lowered the watch, putting his hand over his eyes, breathing as deeply as he could until they didn't shake or catch in his throat. He brushed away the tears that escaped. The feelings were too much, and he couldn't do this right now, he had to go to work, he had things to do. So he took the hot, acidic feelings, the gaping hole opening up inside him and underneath his feet, and forced it closed, forced them into a box, and shoved them away. He would deal with them later, he would open it later, in a safe space where he could feel them fully and cry like the pathetic, hot mess he felt like when he was alone.

He took the watch, did his best not to look at it while he put it back in the velvet box, put that back in the expensive cardboard box, and closed the parcel. He took it and left it in his office, to deal with later, away from the rest of the house.

Then he went back to the kitchen, through to the mudroom and the front door. He put on his coat, and his shoes, grabbed his bag, and went to work.

[bandersonrps]

After ending the call with Kurt, Blaine slid his phone into his pocket and moved swiftly across the living room to stand in front of his full-length standing mirror, a small frown creasing his face as he checked his appearance in the mirror while paying extra attention to his hair. A soft groan escaped his lips when he noticed a few loose curls falling over his forehead, with a few more that looked like they were ready to break free of their gel prison as well. Great. Blaine thought to himself as he worked on patting his curls into submission, because he definitely wasn’t ready for Kurt to see him in his Medusa form yet - not that he would ever be ready for that, to be frank. After a few hard pats, Blaine took one last look at his own reflection before hurrying over to the kitchen and opening the fridge door, his eyes searching around until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed it out of the fridge without hesitation, took his keys, and just like that, he was out the door. 

Blaine all but ran down the stairs and into the hallway, before exiting the entrance door and into the streets. He couldn’t stop the grin that split across his face the moment he saw Kurt, his heart leaping into his throat at how beautiful Kurt looked under the street lights. Blaine was by no means an astrologer or a tarot card reader, but this must be what it felt like to have all of his stars aligned. “Hi.” Blaine said, a little breathless. “I’m sorry, I probably took a lot more than just five minutes. Are you okay? You looked cold.” With a concerned look, Blaine took a step forward and closed the distance between them, as if being closer to Kurt would warm him up somehow. “I uh- please don’t laugh, but I also brought along some milk.” He spoke quietly, like he almost didn’t want Kurt to hear about it as he glanced down at the carton he was holding, already regretting it. “I don’t feel right visiting your place empty-handed, so I just thought- like, milk goes with cookies, but I’m sure you have milk too, so you might think that this is weird - that I’m weird, and I probably am to some exte- ...Sorry.” Blaine stopped, swallowed, and looked down at the ground. 

[erin-cd]

NYE || Erin&Liam

A smile formed on Erin’s lips as she read the text message from Liam. He said that he was putting his kids to bed and that she could stop by if she wanted to. It took her a while to wrap things up with her friend, but by 10 PM, she was riding up the elevator to his penthouse. The woman did have a few drinks, but like she told him earlier, she didn’t want to show up completely sloshed. Making her way from the elevator to his door, she gave a light knock. Just in case, because she was afraid the kids would wake up. // @carpehemsworth

[colemonroe]

WHERE: Laura Monroe’s house WITH: Closed

“Knock, knock,” Cole called out, announcing his presence as he shouldered his way through his aunt’s front door, arms filled to the brim with grocery bags. Gently kicking the door shut behind him, he made his way into the kitchen and beamed a bright smile once Laura came into view. She was sitting at the table with piles of pictures spread all around her as though the table itself had suddenly transformed into some sort of living scrapbook. Lifting her eyes from the photographs currently tucked in her hand like a set of playing cards, Laura mirrored his grin and rushed to her feet, all too eager to help her nephew with the stack of groceries in his hands. 

“Hey, sweetheart– here, just set it all down on the counter,” she instructed before carefully taking some of the bags from him and setting them down in the free space beside her coffeemaker. “Appreciate you doing this.”

Chuckling softly, Cole shook his head and placed the rest of the groceries on the counter. It was the least he could do, especially for her. Most of the time, it hardly felt like enough after everything her and Michael both had done for Cole since he’d come to live with them all those years ago. “No problem. What’s all this?” He asked, nodding towards the table and the pictures scattered across it. 

“Oh, just going through some of your uncle’s things,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders, “Mostly pictures, little trinkets and shit– forgot how much of a goddamn hoarder Michael could be. But there was this too.” Reaching for an old lockbox sitting in the center of the table, she held it out for Cole to take, “Belonged to your mom.”

Taking the little tin box in his hands, he glanced down at it, eyes instantly snagging on the note taped to the lid. Scrawled in his mother’s handwriting, it simply read, ‘For Cole— when the time is right.’ A soft frown knitted his brows together– when the time was right…for what? Shaking his head, he quietly combed through his memories, but he felt confident he’d never seen the lockbox before in all the years he’d lived with his mother in Knoxville. What was inside? He could only guess. “Any clue what’s in here?” He asked, tearing his eyes away from the note long enough to glance at his aunt.

Rolling her lips into a thin line, Laura gave a slow nod, “I got a pretty good idea.” She blew out a long sigh and gestured at the chair she’d been sitting in before Cole arrived, “Here, take a seat. I’ll be outside– come find me when you’re done.”

Swallowing thickly, Cole nodded, “Yeah, okay.” Once Laura left him, Cole took a seat and placed the box on the table in front of him. For a moment, he hesitated, afraid that whatever sat just beneath that lid would unravel everything he knew to be true.

Diana Monroe had always been the enigma of the family. She’d grown up in Tonopah Falls, like Michael, but for reasons unknown to Cole, she’d ended up half a world away in Knoxville, Tennessee. There, she delivered Cole and raised him all on her own– though, really, if Cole was being honest, he’d raised himself. Consumed by her drug addiction, Diana had parented from a distance, underneath a haze laced with barbiturates and the occasional shot of heroin. But that fog was still no match for the charm and wit that everyone knew her for. Despite her demons, she’d always known how to put on a bright smile whenever she needed to– so much so that hardly anyone outside of a few neighbors really knew what Diana lived with day in and day out. But he’d known. Cole always knew.

Prying the box open, he wasn’t surprised to find a picture of his mother on stage staring up at him. She’d always loved performing and Cole had always believed that her talent had the potential to stretch well beyond gentleman’s clubs and the bar scene, had she ever cleaned up enough to watch that dream of hers take flight. With her teased blonde hair and enduring charm, Diana had been best known for her Marilyn Monroe act. In so many ways, her life had mirrored the late bombshell’s, and so had her death. 

Setting the picture aside, he rummaged through a few more. Most were baby pictures of himself that he’d never seen, as well as a few shots of Diana and Michael in Tonopah Falls. A small smile curved at the corner of his mouth as he thumbed through them, each one detailing a little more about his mother and the kind of warm, exuberant woman she’d been. And then, underneath the pictures, was a series of documents and handwritten letters– all of which Cole had never seen before. Taped to the top of the small stack was another note in his mother’s hand, ‘I hope the truth brings you more peace than it ever brought me.’

Cold dread rushed over him as he unfolded the first letter and began to read the words scrawled on the page. It opened with an apology from his mother– an apology for withholding the truth and for dismissing him every time Cole had asked about his father or why that section of his birth certificate was left blank. Swallowing hard, Cole pinched his eyes shut, stricken with guilt over the way he’d badgered her for the truth. Back then, he’d wanted to know so badly, but after moving to Tonopah Falls and being raised by Michael, Dean, and the rest of the MC, Cole had come to realize that the identity of the man hardly mattered– not after they’d all shown him what fatherhood was supposed to look like.

Now, he’d argue that he didn’t really care to know, but as he stared down at the next folded up piece of paper in the stack, he felt his curiosity take hold and he knew he had to look. Heart thudding so wildly in his chest he swore it would bruise, Cole reached for the document and carefully opened it. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach– a paternity test. Frantically, blue eyes skimmed over the bullshit details and explanations only serving as roadblocks on his way to the truth. He cared little about the how, or the why– he just wanted to know who.

And there, a little more than halfway down the page, he saw it.

Jeffrey Decker. 

Where he’d wanted to feel relief, he only felt dread, and where he thought he’d find the missing piece that made him whole, he only felt hollow. Scrubbing a hand across his mouth, he just managed to muffle the soft curse that left him. How…how was it Jeffrey Decker– how had his mother even known the man? Waves of nausea barreled into Cole as he tried to understand, threatening to double him over in his seat the longer he stared at the name on the page. Carding a hand through his hair, he set the test aside. Left in the box were a couple more letters, no doubt detailing the answers to the hundreds of questions blazing through Cole’s mind now, but he couldn’t bring himself to read them– not yet. 

A little unsteadily, Cole rose from his seat and made his way out onto the porch where he found Laura, nursing a slowly dying cigarette. Meeting her gaze, he couldn’t help the way his features slowly darkened into a scowl, “Is it true?” When his aunt only nodded, Cole scoffed loudly, barely biting back the curse that threatened on the tip of his tongue. Shaking his head, he paced forward a few steps, rife with the need to move and somehow rid himself of the sick feeling he felt rushing over him, "All this time– did you know?"

Leaning forward in her seat, Laura crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray in front of her and nodded again, "Michael, too."

Heat stained his cheeks and threatened to spill from the corners of his eyes as he whirled back around to face her, a blend of rage and pain twisting his features, “And ya never said a word.” No matter how he tried to rationalize it in his head, it felt like betrayal– like he’d just been let in on the punchline of some sick, twisted joke. What else had he been left in the dark about?

“Cole, we didn’t know how to. The way Jeff threatened your mother, and you?” Laura pressed, shaking her head as she rose to her feet. He guessed that part was explained in the letters he still had yet to read. “Michael knew a truth like that would set you on fire– didn’t know what you’d do.” 

Lifting his brows, Cole nodded slowly– Michael had gotten that part right. He was on fire. Beyond that, he felt lost, left to grapple with a truth he’d never seen coming. Did Jeffrey Decker know who he was? Did his two other kids know they had a bastard brother? Who, outside of his aunt and uncle, knew that damning truth? Question upon question raced to his tongue, each one demanding to be let out first, and yet all he did was slam the tip of his tongue against the backs of his teeth, cutting them all off. Instead, he looked to Laura, anger smoldering low in his gaze and ticking at the back of his jaw, “And now?” 

Shrugging her shoulders, the woman stepped forward, gingerly reaching out to rest a hand on his arm, “Now, son, whatever you do with that truth is up to you."

[lgchyunhee]

╰ ☆ ABRACADABRA, ALAKAZAM! EPISODE 002

with @lgcamelia | REFERENCE [ ♡ ]

hyunhee is feeling energized after the first iteration of her youtube show. she loves being able to show off this hidden talent of hers, confusing the guests and the audience. for the most part, it’s all showmanship. of course there’s not real magic involved, just good misdirection and strategic camera angles. 

her next guest is someone she hasn’t since since they made their debut under the agency’s sub-label, amelia. it’s been longer than that, in fact, since the last time the two really spoke was during halloween when they were running after a certain wizard and trying to capture his picture. hyunhee’s excited to reconnect with the girl, but she’s excited for quite literally everything. there’s a brief moment for the two to get situated before the camera begins rolling. 

“welcome to the second episode of abracadabra, alakazam! it’s your humble host here, han hyunhee,” she gives herself a cheeky round of applause. “today’s guest is a special one, zheng amelia,” hyunhee claps once again for the other girl, leaving a pause afterwards so the model can introduce herself . “it’s a wonder i was able to get you here, with how busy your schedule is nowadays.” 

[margot-cd]

This arrangement she had with Chris had always been nice. Every time each were single, they found their way back into each other’s beds. The bond between them was something different. Their friendship was strong enough to continue with benefits when possible. Margot had always been afraid to enter the next step with him. Not that he ever chose her, but it was a mix of ruining their friendship and his ex and children. Especially with what she’d just been through. At the moment, nothing mattered. She threw her arms around his shoulders and planted a kiss onto his lips and they stumbled into her place. // @pinecd​

[mperosx]

Stretched Thin || Writing Challenge 002

{{ I kind of like these little monthly prompts! Self care is the theme and I have to say that while writing the entries for my muses I realized how little self care I give myself. I gotta work on that! I wish I had more time for yoga personally as it seems relaxing when you can really get in the zone of it. I don’t sadly! }}

   —*

There’s something decidedly humbling about being a whole deity in a yoga class. Eros sits on his designated mat and steadies his breathing out as he listens to the instructor, mentally trying to silence the cacophony of racers regarding love out of his head. It’s a feat that never really works out in the same way that those who can quiet their thoughts enough to engage in yoga do, but he does his best. He sort of envies other gods whose powers don’t operate the same ways as his for what he thinks is a slightly less troublesome time with the prayers of others. Perhaps they don’t hear them the same way.

   He inhales.

   The instructor says something else and he rounds his back to lean forward on the exhale. Perhaps…Eros thinks suddenly, they might hear the prayers louder or with greater frequency than he does. He takes hold of his ankle and breathes again as his mind worries over the thought of it. Perhaps they, like him, are always trying to find a bit of respite from it. A thought to encourage them to yoga passes through his mind and he exhales reaching for his other ankle.

   “Soften the neck, soften the jaw,” the instructor says as they pass between other quiet participants. Eros tries to deepen his calm and finds that more thoughts come. Yoga with a mind that is constantly thinking about things is exceptionally hard! Resigning himself slightly that this might just be how he relaxes - by calmly sorting things out in his mind - he follows the others as they sit up once again.

   Following the pace of the class Eros keeps trying to find the grounding energy he needs as his thoughts start to pass a little more slowly. It’s toward the end of the class when they’re laying in savasana that his mind finally gives him that feeling that he was seeking. It’s quick and when it hits all it makes him realize is that while his mind may always be busy, he finds that maybe that’s just as well. When he’s thinking he’s finding little pockets of happiness in his thoughts at least. 

[mpxmalea]

Bath Time || W.C 002

{{ Another installment for the Monthly Writing Challenge that we have for April! As a lover of baths this was all together too easy to write for me! Simple joys for self care in this house! }}

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   It’s the perfect time for it. Malea pours down her favorite bath oils, salts and watches as the tub fills with the heavenly scents of jasmine and other florals. Today she has a few spare hours to herself and she plans to take full advantage of it with a luxurious bath and some time to catch up on the book she’s been trying to finish for days now. As the water rises she works on getting the little set up ready so she can fully enjoy herself.

   On the bath tray she arranges her book, a glass of water, a small bowl of fruits and nuts and a candle that burns a light but delightful citrus scent. Work isn’t so much stressful as it is full of tedious smaller tasks that occupy her time and mental energy. Then on the occasions that there is an unruly guest or two, she has to find it in herself to hold back the disdain she has for men in general. This week though, had been blissfully free of incidents from rude guests and so today before she will return to Babylon, Malea takes the time to escape in the form of this bath.

   Switching her phone to Do Not Disturb she sets it on the charge in the other room before she sets herself up to sink deeply into the forgiving waters of the tub. After she’ll get the day started. She’ll check the wealth of emails she knows she has to answer and maybe even she’ll make some calls.

   But for now… she’s busy being not busy. And that’s perfect.

[xmythandmagicx]

2nd

[angelicgilbert]

@everythingheard (klaus)

the moon is high in the night sky, winds rustling trees and crickets chirping in the night as the golden haired woman scribbles within a diary. she's sitting outside, the porch swing moving gently as she curls up in the corner of it. she thinks it ought to be at least half past three now, considering when she'd awoken with a start the clock on the nightstand had blinked a bright 3:05 at her. her bare feet had padded down the stairs quietly, her diary and a pen in her hands as she'd breathed in the night air deeply. it was cooler now than it had been during the day, the humid warmth battling the night's cool breezes. it's been a week since she's arrived in this city, her body still getting used to the time difference though she has appeared in rather bright spirits over the new job. it's not so different than the one she'd held at the art gallery in paris, just required her to make new contacts. it wasn't terribly difficult, not for her anyway.

but that had been the easy part.

navigating the chaos of the quarter was another. oh she knew the vampires and the witches didn't have any reason to know of her-- at least not yet-- though she thinks at least one witch had sensed something about her when she'd stared at her in the square after they'd bumped into each other. she'd only known it was a witch because she recognized the look as being the same as bonnie's that day she'd come back from france years ago and she'd touched her arm. she knew what to pay attention to now and the look the witch had given her had unsettled her even if she played it off quickly. surely they couldn't know anything about her, but it had twisted something in her gut into knots. drawing goosebumps across her skin that has plagued her since.

she knows klaus would rather her remain at the house, at least for now when so many things were apparently influx, but they'd both known she needed her freedom. an elena kept in a house all day was not going to be pleasant for anyone. it's why while he'd gotten her the job, they'd been careful. they hadn't interacted with each other outside of the confines of the property. he hadn't visited the art gallery. and the one time they'd seen each other when she'd entered the coffee shop on her break during the day and he'd been with who she'd later discover was marcel, they hadn't acknowledged each other beyond a greeting when marcel had been the one to speak to her with an all to intrigued smile. she'd played her part rather well, at least elena tells her diary as much.

oh she knew it wouldn't always be like this but it was going to take time for him to regain his foothold and he didn't want anyone knowing about her yet. perhaps, if things in the quarter weren't so tense he wouldn't have brought her there at all. not yet. but she understood his reasoning. understood that if something drastic happened with marcel or if heaven forbid mikael was drawn to the chaos swirling around the place, and he needed his hybrids she couldn't be halfway across the planet. not that she believed for a moment she knew the whole story concerning his father. she merely knew he was a threat. that he could be a threat to both of them if he discovered who she was and how she aided his son.

all these things had begun to play at her mind, perhaps compounded by the one other fact which swirled in her dreams. she'd felt.. something the last few nights though she could not quite place it. a kind of strangeness when she'd left work and begun the drive home that made her uneasy. as if someone was watching her though no one was there. the winds had picked up every time too, the road becoming more foggy and forcing her to drive slower almost as if the very weather had been taunting her only to clear up whenever she got close to the house. surely she was imagining it, a new place and the ghostly legends surrounding it playing at her mind. it was the change to a new place. it was the jet-leg still affecting her and making all her worries rear their ugly heads in her sleep. it was silly, really. yet, she'd had a feeling as if something bad was going to happen once before hadn't she? and it had. if klaus hadn't been there that night...

an owl sounds in the distance, blue hues washing over the woods and she considers what the critters out there might think of her. a pale girl in white sleep clothes, sitting in the night as the wind makes her hair drift around her. elena half wonders if they think her a ghost. the thought brings an amused smirk to her features, pen pausing it's writings as her attention is brought toward the sound of the door opening, hands closing her diary and tucking into her side. "i know this is going to sound horribly silly. but-- i have a bad feeling as if something terrible is going to happen." oh god, now that she says it out loud she realizes she sounds like bonnie. maybe it all was in her head after all. she'd grown to trust bonnie's perceptions but elena was not bonnie and decidedly did not have the redhead's abilities.

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# FC43 — DRIVER-IN-LAW !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ a rookie manages to capture the heart of the oldest driver on the grid’s daughter.

002. NOTE !

✯ yes, i know they’d speak spanish to each other but im not about to write everything in spanish and then also translate it. so you’re stuck with bits and pieces of spanish. anyway, please enjoy!

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yourusername buenos días, te amo

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fernandoalo_oficial You said it was a girl’s trip. That is a man’s hand.

⤷ yourusername lo siento, papá 😊

ynfan1 need her so bad

ynfan2 IS THAT HER BOYFRIEND?

mumusername How cuteee 🥰

⤷ yourusername thank you, mami 💞

⤷ fernandoalo_oficial Do not condone this.

francofan1 franco liking this… thinking thoughts

ynfan3 crying at fernando going insane

ynfan4 oh to be on a vacation with yn

francofan2 CALENTA QUE ENTRAS FRANCO

translation : WARM UP BECAUSE YOU’RE IN FRANCO

⤷ francofan3 three races is all it took. statement made.

ynfan5 “good morning, i love you” bro i’m so single

yourusername and francolapinto updated their instagram stories!

fernandoalo_oficial responded to your story!

fernandoalo_oficial Cariño, is that a man?

fernandoalo_oficial Upon further inspection, that is definitely a man.

fernandoalo_oficial Come back to Spain.

fernandoalo_oficial Better not be that damn rookie.

yourusername papá, calm down. you’ll have a stroke.

fernandoalo_oficial I’ll be calm when you’re not in the presence of that sabandija.

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francolapinto Recontra recargado y listo para COTA 😁💪

translation : Absolutely recharged and ready for COTA

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fernandoalo_oficial 🤨🤨🤨

⤷ francolapinto hola!

⤷ fernandoalo_oficial No. Adiós.

ynfan21 YN IN THE LIKESJSKS

francofan21 franco tried and failed

ynfan22 LOS AMO

ynfan23 they’re iconic already

bizarrap No me lo puedo creer amigo

translation : I cannot believe this mate

⤷ francolapinto posta que ni yo

translation : me neither

fracofan22 nah franco’s dead bro

ynfan24 I NEED TO SEE WHAT FAMILY DINNER LOOKS LIKE

francofan23 had to stand up and applaud 👏