Starter for: @sylviegates​

Where: Liv’s House

Like her mother, Olivia was terrible at sitting still for long periods of time. She had to take it easy the next few weeks until the twins were born, so she was trying to occupy her time by having friends over. Jake and Finn were at school, so Olivia just had to look after Lucas who was currently getting in his mid-morning nap. “Hey, thanks for stopping by,” Liv said to Sylvie, a smile on her facial features. “I feel like my days are so long lately. I want to be back at the studio more than anything, but I know I need to be here at home. I can’t wait until we can go out and have fun again.” 

Starter for: @valxortega​

Where: Val’s House

When Tabitha wasn’t at the cafe or doing readings, she could almost always be found at her nieces house. Because of what she had been through, she was incredibly protective of her and was also very close to her. Being only a few years older, Tabitha always considered Val more like a sister than anything else. They grew up together. Walking into Val’s house— she always let herself in— Tabitha placed a bag of goodies on the kitchen counter. “Eat up, I brought back so many leftover pastries from my shift. If you see any bran muffins, just go ahead and toss those little fuckers out. I don’t know how anyone can eat those, they don’t have any flavor. Should be called bland muffins.”

Starter for: @nancyxthompsonx​

Where: Nancy’s Tavern

After a long day at the clinic, Sylvia walked into Nancy’s Tavern to see her friend and have a drink before going back home for the night. “Hey! I decided to stop in, I need a drink so bad,” Sylvia said, letting out a sigh. “Let me tell you about how my day was, Nancy. I had this old man in for knee replacement rehab and he kept hittin’ on me. I don’t know what it is about scrubs, but it’s apparently a turn on for a lot of people.” It was always irritating. “Anyway, how are things goin’ around here? It looks busy, so that’s good to see.” 

@mythcarvd says, “oh, my god, you’re alive.”

she looks like shit, and her vision is fuzzy; a quick body check tells her that, yes, she is, in fact, alive. her body hurts. she can even feel warm liquid trickling down one side of her face, but she’s up.

“unfortunately,” she groans, palming at one of her temples. “i just got my shit rocked. fuck. what the hell was that?”

SOMEDAY - ANITA DEARLY - CANON DATE 18 AUG 2019

THIS THREAD INCLUDES MISSING REPLIES - MY APOLOGIES

She was beginning to feel the weight of summer. Summer meant no classes, it meant working at the magic laundry and working on the household. The Fontaine mansion wasn’t built for one person to do all the work, yet that was exactly how the household was arranged. And all of it was put on Ella Fontaine, who, if her father had not remarried, would be the master of the mansion.

After her shift at the magical laundry, she barely could stand on her feet. Blisters prevented her from moving quickly, and she barely could bite back her tears.

“Someday, I will find my happiness.” She whispered to herself in a weak attempt to cheer herself up, she found herself sitting down on the pavement removing a shoe to see the damage on her feet. It was worse than she imagined. And she sighed. “When will kindness repay me, mother?” She whispered to herself, surprised to see a butterfly landing before her. She decided to dry her tears and put back her shoes but got started to see she no longer was alone.

“Oh, I apologize.” She kindly smiled before offering the other a bow.

missing reply

Ella’s kindness was not limited to people, she had learned from her mother to be kind to all sorts of creatures, and dogs were certainly included. She wondered if the owner of the Dalmatian would be upset if she offered the dog a bit of food. She chuckled as she rubbed the Dalmatian’s head. “My what a cutie you are.” Perhaps she had simply needed to shower someone with her affection. 

“It’s no problem.” She spoke softly to the owner. “I was struggling due to some blisters.” She got used to it, considering the hard labor she had to go through daily. “This one really knew how to cheer me up.”

Anita smiled when the other woman clearly wasn’t upset by Penny’s exuberance. “Oh yes, I completely understand. Sometimes you just need to cry out your frustration.” She agreed, offering her hand to help the girl stand up. “I’m sure if your blisters get this bad you’ve tried everything, but sometimes a good old fashioned bandage can work wonders to prevent blisters. I have some in my purse if you’d like.”

"It’s been a bit difficult to mentally prepare me for classes again, work in a mansion and at the cleaner all at once.” She simply was overworked, she had quite a walk to her home and her stepmother refused to give her a drive, nor did she allow Ella to go for a license. She planned to save enough money for both a car and her big move-out. “I’m not one to refuse a genuine act of kindness, so thank you, I gladly take up your offer.”

“Oh yes, managing your time between jobs and school is never easy. I thought after I graduated it would be smooth sailing, but it’s not. It’s just more work and you have to find the time.” She shrugged. Perhaps it wasn’t the most comforting thing but it was the truth. Having two jobs was hard. “Of course.” Anita said, rummaging through her bag and pulling out the travel first aid kit she had in there. “Use whatever you need.”

“Yes, and that combined with taking care of the mansion really drained me lately. Though the big plan is to move out after I have enough money.” Her family circumstances weren’t the greatest, and as long as her stepmother was alive she wouldn’t inherit her family home. It was perhaps her luck that her father had made the will in a way that it wouldn’t go to their stepsisters after his second wife past. Yet with the cruelty, she was placed under she couldn’t bring herself to live in that home until the day her stepmother passed. She gratefully took what was given to her. “Thank you very much, my name is Ella. I haven’t introduced myself properly yet.”

Anita blinked in momentary confusion. Clearly her day had a different schedule today. “Dear, I hope you won’t find this condescending but you can put your money in a bank and no one would be able to touch it. You don’t need to hide it away in your home. Most banks are very discreet and it would be your account, no one could take money out unless you said.” She explained slowly as Penny sniffed around the two women. “Do you need directions to one?”

Ella knew she could put money in the bank, there was simply the issue of - her stepmother monitoring her income. She felt that she needed to pay rent, despite the house belonging to her father and mother, despite the woman being the stranger to the household. Ella knew the house she, so deeply loved, was never hers. She had seemed kind in the beginning, but it was only when her father passed that the woman’s nature really showed its colors. “I don’t think I’d get away with it without my stepmother noticing the change in my allowance. I have to give all of it to her after working - which makes saving money a challenge. I’m lucky to have such a sweet woman as a boss, she gives me a little bit more money, which I hide from my stepmom.” Things hadn’t been easy for her in a while. “Yet, I did gain enough money to start school soon. I’ve been given an exceptional scholarship to make the payment easier.”

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@ascorpiorising​

Grayson’s late for class; that’s nothing new. It is the dawn of a new semester, but his pattern is well established by now. This time around, he’s running behind because Andrew couldn’t find his backpack—and, after they’d spent all morning searching, they’d found the stupid thing in Grayson’s car. Great. Not the end of the world, especially when it was completely Grayson’s fault, but still pretty fucking unfortunate on the first day of class. 

Now, normally, Grayson can slide into a class quietly when he’s late, coffee in hand and performatively chagrined look on his face in case anyone’s paying attention as he sits in the far back of the classroom. He’ll never be any professor’s favorite, but that was never on the table anyway. 

Today, though, when Grayson opens the door as softly as possible, he realizes something’s different this time around. Everyone’s sitting in pairs, huddled over notes and textbooks together, chatting instead of listening to some boring lecture on the syllabus. Because, oh right, they were supposed to get partners right off the bat. 

There’s only one person sitting alone, at least. Grayson slides into the seat next to her, smiling in a way he hopes covers for the fact that he’s somewhere between five and ten minutes late to class. “Sorry,” Grayson says, although he moves on quickly from that. “I’m Grayson. Are we supposed to be partners? What’d I miss? If this is an icebreaker thing, I have my two truths and a lie ready to go, don’t worry.”

Liam seemed to have finally had his fill of insults from Eva, stomping off angrily down the long hallway of her floor on the apartment building. As the doors of elevator closed on him, Eva saw their once certain future leave as well.

She hadn’t truly considered what she was going to do once she had him out the door. All Eva could think about was the fact that Liam had been lying to her. Not one or twice or even a handful of times. No, this man whom had loved and respected for almost four years of her life had betrayed her for six whole months. What was worse was he didn’t even seem to hesitate through any of it. She couldn’t seem to trust any of it anymore. Was he lying when he said he was leaving for doctors’ appointments? Had all that overtime really just been his go-to excuse for fucking Brenda when nobody else was left in the office? Did he make it all up when he left on that five day business trip to Miami or Boston or Dallas? 

She could feel the eyes on her, the presence of another. Eva blinked away whatever hot, angry tears were threatening to run down her face, her facial expressions blank and stern. “What?” she spat out, finally whipping around to see that the victim of her deadly glare was her neighbor from across the way. How much of that had he heard? It was kind of embarrassing. The pair had only had one another direct interaction besides this one and it was when the other had moved into the building. What must he think of her...

@chefoberoi

it was a typical day at the office for Weston Maddox, CEO of Maddox Media Corp. that was currently dominating the marketing world. Anyone who was someone knew the young CEO to be ruthless and uncompromising when it came to his business. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him. From a young age, Weston had devoted his energy into learning everything he could about the media world because when he grew he knew that one day he would rule the world. The raven-haired male worked day and night to get into Harvard Business school and here he was after years working his way up to finally owning his own multi-billion dollar company. Ambitious suddenly seemed like an inadequate word to describe him, he would prefer conqueror. Everyday Weston had more offers for partnerships from competing industries who wanted to merge with Maddox Media. Many wanted the partnership, but of course, Weston didn’t gain the title of ruthlessness from extending his hand to just anyone.

Life was at it’s prime for Weston, his future secured, his parents happily retired, and his brother off pursuing his dream, he had everything he could ever ask for or even wish for. There were very few things he wanted, after all for a man who had everything, what more could he possibly want? Except there was that one thing or rather one person. Jhanvi Yashvardhan. The sultry yet sharp as a whip brunette that was currently his Executive Assistant and the object his affections. He had hired her six months ago after his previous EA quit, needing to move back to her home country in Australia. It was a shame only because Jenna had been an excellent secretary but he understood needing prioritizing one’s family, as Weston did of his own because they were also his world. Luck definitely had been on his side when fate delivered the gorgeous Jhanvi right at his doorstep, quite literally too. He’d known in the first five minutes of the interview process she’d be a good fit, not only were her qualifications impeccable but she had a mind that could rival his in every way. The only problem of hiring had been the relentless teasing she’d done since her very first day as his employee. Weston was smart in that he had never mixed business with pleasure, never dated anyone in his office and never thought about it because his work was far too important to disrupt over a pretty face that presented itself on any day. But damned, if he knew what it was about Jhanvi that had every inch of his control diminish little by little each day. Until the third day of her job, she walked in wearing a wearing tight skirt that did little to hide the stellar curve of her ass and had her mile-long legs on display for him to leer at. it was safe to say, Weston went through the entire day with a terrible hard-on that he had to shut his office so he wouldn’t look at her and take care of his problem. It was by the end of that week he concluded: Jhnavi simply existed to torture him. 

Jhanvi spent the entire six months not only keeping his day scheduled and organized but also managed to tease and torture him all with a smile on her lush lips. Weston swore that sometimes, she knew what she was doing to him. He had tried very hard to not notice her, being polite and generous as an employer would to a good employee. Why? He was the boss, after all, that last thing he needed was to be reported to HR for improper behavior or harassment. More importantly, she was the best EA he had, even better than his last and he couldn’t afford to lose her. So for his work’s sake, he acted like it didn't bother him. Like he wasn’t hard each day by watching her strut around in those ‘fuck me’ heels and tight clothes whilst modest but still turned him on beyond belief. His object of desire was waiting for him in his office that morning when he walked in, bent over in that position that begged for him to press himself against her and feel that ass against his cock. ‘Not now, Weston, now’s not the time’ he told himself as he walked inside and placed himself right in her personal space, as Jhanvi still hadn’t seen him. His palm resting on the edge of his desk, while his body was so precariously close to hers but not quite touching. It was like an inane need to know if his closeness affected her as her’s did to him, Never in the six months she’d been here had he invaded her space like this, even when they were casually flirting and bantering. “Do I ever thank you for all the hard you do, Jhanvi?” Her name was more a drawl, his voice dropping just an octave but otherwise didn’t change. His hazel eyes pinned to her side profile, as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Every morning, I walk in you’re here making sure everything is in its place, including yourself...” He was referring to her current position of him leaning over slightly on his desk organzing some important looking papers, all tabbed and ready for him to sign before she sent them off. 

interrogation

Basil had been over to this house many times over the years--ever since baby Gale found her forlorn on the side of the streets and invited her into his life. Part of her used to feel guilty at accepting his kindness, guilty and suspicious--as if suspecting that this kid, this gullible kid who could befriend a turtle if you left him alone long enough, had ulterior motives for approaching her. She grew out of this over the years as she got to know him. To the point that she no longer grew apprehensive when invited over to his house for supper. 

..Though, it was slightly weird that the person who invited her wasn’t even at home at the moment. 

Basil had arrived one hour after getting off shift, expecting to find a full house of people but instead the only person home had been Sil---which wasn’t exactly a bad thing. She liked Sil, and appreciated all the times he’s fed her treats and food in the past. But Basil has also never been alone with him before and it was...more than slightly awkward. 

Drumming her fingers lightly against the countertop, as she glanced at the clock for the third time in 5 minutes, the silence awkward as she watched the older man move around the kitchen with a grace she couldn’t dream to replicate. 

...She was going to kill gale for putting her in this situation

@cr-vermilion

Starter for: @therosemaryrhodes​

Where: Games Area

Liv was thankful that Enzo had taken the boys to the face painting area so that she could have a much needed break. It was tough keeping up with them, given her current very pregnant state, so she decided to go find her sister to see if she wanted to grab some food. Finding her at the area where the games were, she approached with a wave. “Hey, do you have time to take a break? I was scoping out the food trucks and I’m all by myself, so I was wondering if maybe you wanna come with?”

Starter for: @andrewhurst​

Where: Coral Cove Beach 

“Can I ask you to step a foot or so to your left? You just so happen to be right in my light,” Tabitha said, glancing up from where she was laying out in the sun. She was reading a book and enjoying her afternoon before she had to go home to give some tarot card readings. She was a regular at this beach, it was a place that gave her a lot of peace. “It’s a beautiful day, so I totally get the need to soak up as much of the sun as possible.” 

Starter for: @leannerhodes​​

Where: Rhodes Residence 

"Okay, what’s first on your to-do list today, Leanne?” Sylvia asked, raising a brow at the woman. She had just finished at the flower shop and was now at the Rhodes home for the next few hours to assist Leanne with whatever she needed. She liked Leanne. She was a good woman and a town legend, from what she could understand. She had only been in town for a little while and she knew that. “Sorry I was runnin’ a little late. We had a big order to prepare over at the flower shop. I did bring you these, though. We had extra,” the redhead said, offering a small bouquet of yellow roses. “Heard you liked these.” 

@lunaerising:

" this is nothing, " gabriel has his hand pressed against a wound on his side, carefully shifting his weight to make it so angela can't see it well. " cassidy was shot. should check on him first, before the damn kid passes out from blood loss. be real annoying to replace him. "

there cannot possibly be a worse team than blackwatch. save for genji, the entire lot of them are some of the worst patients she has—which speaks volumes, considering all of the members of overwatch itself. angela has her work cut out for her. heroes make a doctor’s job nearly impossible.

“commander, please,” she does what she can to hide her exasperation, but her bedside manner with the harder heads of this group wears terribly thin. “i prefer not to have you restrained,” angela reminds him, giving a pointed look. “i have residents with cole at the moment. you were given priority. now,” pausing, she lightly smacks his hand away. “you are in my ward, and you will follow my rules. remove your armor and shirt, or i will have it cut off of you.”

The events of the previous night rushed into her mind as Quinn stared at her reflection in the mirror, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail. Even after twelve hours, the fact that she was able to come up with such creative lies in the blink of an eye still startled her. While she was trying to get her parents off her back, she had accidentally and thoughtlessly put herself into an even bigger mess. When Judy and Russell kept scolding her about her lack of ability to form committed relationships with men for the third time that week, the girl couldn’t help herself but felt overwhelmed enough to tell them about a nonexistent boyfriend who recently proposed to her. Truth be told, she felt relieved at first and believed she managed to suppress their anticipation. However, after half an hour the Fabrays spent in utmost relief and silence, her mom started to ask questions about her “fiancé”. She tried to answer her mother’s inquiries as vaguely as possible, avoiding to give any details that may push the limits of her ability to lie. Far worse, when Judy asked what his name was, Quinn blurted out the first name she could think of in that second: Sam Evans. Her visit to her parents’ house ended with their sincere wishes to get together with the perfect gentleman she described gracefully as soon as possible. In the Fabray household, that meant her parents would not leave Quinn alone until they got the chance to meet the guy.

Sam and Quinn had been close since their freshmen year in college and they’ve pretty much been inseparable through the years. There were very few things the blonde didn’t share with Sam, and her family’s desire to see her happily married was not one of them. There were countless nights where she felt desperate enough to talk to Sam about how she’d be able to distract her parents, get their minds off her relationship status for once. Apparently, it was impossible because Fabrays never got tired of forcing their daughters to proceed with the next “big thing”s in their lives. And getting married was very high on their list of priorities. Even though Sam would not be surprised to hear about their continuing insistence on Quinn getting married, the girl had no idea how he would react once he found out the first name she could think of for her fake boyfriend was his very own. 

After texting Sam, informing him that she would be over at his place in a few minutes to talk about something urgent, Quinn got into her car and drove to his apartment. While she was driving, her head was filled with ways to convince Sam to go along with her lie, even just for a few weeks. The boy had helped her through so much in the past, but this was definitely going to be the most bizarre thing she was going to ask from him by far. Once she arrived, she took a deep breath, knocked on his door, her heart pounding with anticipation, her nerves wrecking. She had no clue what was she going to do if he refused her offer, which was highly likely for most people... She was holding onto the fact that Sam was not most people. As soon as Sam opened the door, she stopped fidgeting with her fingers nervously and started talking, not allowing him to even greet her properly. “I’ve done something. And I have no idea how I’m gonna talk you into this. You’re probably gonna be mad. Don’t be mad.” Her voice trembled slightly bit so she let out a ragged breath, thinking filling him in with the rest of the story was a better idea than just standing there, letting Sam assume the worst case scenario. “Mom and Dad kept cornering me and I told them I’m dating someone who’s proposed to me. One thing lead to another, they started asking too many questions and I got confused and I... I told them it was you.” 

As she finished her last sentence, her hazel eyes darted up to meet his, her heart pounding in her chest. There Quinn Fabray was, standing in the doorway of her best friend, asking him to become her fake fiancé because she was unable to find herself in a serious relationship, one steady enough to talk to her parents about, without having to lie about it. Now that she was thinking about it, she probably should have let herself in and make Sam sit down before the words spilled out of her lips.

@eleanor-williams

It was the first day of school, which was always a mixed bag, Toby had found in the four years of teaching. The five year olds were either ready to leave home and didn’t want to go back or they were the opposite. It was a sliding scale but most kids leaned one way or another.

In Mia’s case, she didn’t want to be here so she, and the other’s that didn’t like being here, got to spend more time with him to make it easier on them. Plus, with his height, being over most everyone’s head, the kids were begging to be picked up to see the world from a new vantage point.

However, how Mia differed in the fact that her mom wasn’t here and was approaching an hour late. Tobias reserved judgement but he was getting antsy. He wanted to relax at home and he guessed the Mia felt the same way. 

A door opened and closed somewhere in the hallway and Mia shot a hopeful glance.

Toby smiled slightly, “Hey, that could be your mom right now!”