#she can get it back when i get back my chocolate 🤷‍♀️

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi! Tangerine x reader request where maybe tangerine is hired as a bodyguard or something with similar powers and whatnot to protect reader. (Maybe reader is like a nepotism baby essentially and her dad hires him to look after her bc he’s maybe in some sort of trouble and worried they’ll go after his daughter?)

[Tangerine follows her through the garden she’s walking through to a secret gazebo]

[She sits, setting her picnic basket down and eventually convinces him to join her.]

[They talk for a while, mainly about her life]

[Time passes]

[She stands and begins talking about the lake round the gazebo and how it’s the perfect wether for a dip]

[He asks if she’d like to go for a swim]

[She begins to reply that she’d love one but unfortunately she cannot swim.]

[He only listened to her say yes and pushed her into the water immediately regretting doing so as he hears the end of her sentence as she’s falling into the water]

[Hastily he strips off his suit jacket and waistcoat and dives into the water in search of her]

[Finally he finds her trying to keep her head above water and takes her back to the gazeo’s edge]

[She hyperventilates and he sits beside her, checking she’s alright]

[Angrily she turns away from him and crawls towards a patch of sunlight in a poor attempt to dry off]

[She lays down and in a begins seemingly increasingly interested in the pillar beside her to take her mind off her anger and annoyance with him]

[he sits next to her and begins apologizing to no avai]

[His hand comes up and he gently guides her face over to look at him. She allows this]

[He sincerely apologizes]

[She ignores his apology and points out chocolate on his face from when they were eating]

[He make a few failed attempts to wipe it off]

[It ends in her leaning forward and kissing him and the chocolate off]

Could lead to smut. Idk I trust your judgement on it. Anyways hope it is too long love you!!!

Chocolate

Suggestive, not really smut but 🤷‍♀️ idk

“Seriously?” You asked your dad, looking at the bodyguard he hired.

“You’re famous now. I used to have one, he wasn’t so bad. Maybe you’ll get along.” He said, and the man stood there quietly. Your dad was rich, and famous once, but now it was your turn.

“I don’t need a bodyguard. It’s just stupid reporters asking about the movie and you.”

“Have you seen some of the things have been saying about you? It’s disgusting. I will not have my child walk out this house and be harassed. It’s not fun. Why do you think I never posted you guys or talked about you guys? Because, if I did you would be in danger.” He said.

“Whatever, can I- we go now? I just wanna go home.” You lied, you were going to a secret beautiful garden, no one else knew about it. And it even had a gazebo. It was shut down a while ago, and it was hidden away.

Apparently it’s haunted, and was built over a graveyard which is why no one goes there. It’s funny how people believe stupid stuff they see online. You thought.

“Sure. Keep her safe, right?” Your dad asked, patting your bodyguard on the shoulder.

“Yes, sir.” He said, looking at you. You just walked out the house, and got in your car. Your bodyguard got in the passenger seat.

He sat there, quietly as you drove.

“So, what’s your name?” You asked him.

“Tangerine.”

“Well Tangerine, my dads really over protective. Sorry about him.”

“It’s quite alright. I get hired by lots of over protective people. But I understand, your movie was great, by the way. You’re a good actor.” He said, and you smiled and thanked him.

☆☆☆☆☆

After a few minutes, you parked the car and got out. Tangerine got out as well.

“Well, looks like someone else knows about this spot now.” You said, and looked over to him. He looked at you and then back to the trail.

You started walking, and you grabbed a bag out the back car.

You sighed “This is so dumb.”

“What is?”

“This.” You gestured to him “I don’t need anyone to watch over me like a babysitter.”

☆☆☆☆☆

After a few months of hanging out there, and him protecting you, you finally understood why you needed him.

As soon as you exited your car in public, reporters swarmed you, tiktokers as well as they filmed you, to see Tangerine instead immediately get in front of you and in the way of their pictures.

At first, they thought you two were dating. Some people were jealous, of him and of you.

And there was a lot of people that loved tangerine. You showed him, and he just looked at it in confusion.

“People are crazy. How do they love me if you’re right there?” He joked.

You felt your stomach flip at that comment. It was undeniable he was attractive, everyone saw it. But you didn’t know he saw you as even pretty, let alone loveable.

You sat down on the grass, basket next to you guys. You both stared out at the lake.

You picked up some chocolate, handing it to him. He thanked you and took it, eating it messily. He was a messy eater, you noticed often. He didn’t care, honestly.

“How come you’ve never swimmed before?” He asked, as you guys walked closer to the lake. You just put your feet in it.

“I would love too, but-“

He pushed you in the water, expecting you to laugh.

But when you screamed and struggled to stay above water, he immediately knew something wrong. You tried to kick, and tried to swim.

His face dropped, he quickly took off his jacket and shirt, diving in. He carried you out the water and sat you down.

You shivered, and looked horrified.

“I’m sorry! I just heard you say you would love to, I didn’t know you couldn’t swim.” He said, as you got up and moved away from him.

He sighed, running a hand through his wet hair.. he went over to you, you had your knees held to your chest.

You didn’t look at him, he sighed and grabbed your jaw.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you didn’t know how to swim, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” He said, you avoided his gaze and looked at his lips.

“You have some chocolate.. on your lips.” You mumbled quietly. You laughed quietly when he attempted to get it off.

So, any thought was out the window, and you leaned forward, stopping when you ghosted his lips.

“Is this okay?” You asked him.

“More than okay.” He mumbled, as you kissed him. Once you guys stopped, you looked at him and wiped the other chocolate off his face.

He slowly and carefully got on top of you, you laid down underneath him. He kissed you again softly, his shirt was already off so it wasn’t too much of a problem.

You unbuttoned your shirt, and he smirked at the way you tried to cover yourself slightly, feeling exposed.

He grabbed your hands, moving them away.

“Don’t. I wanna see you, all of you.”

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 9

Pairing: None (for this chapter) Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Depictions of Weed, Descriptions of Vomiting Word Count: TBA

Summary: Friday finally comes and you still have a decision to make. Meanwhile, a familiar face reappears while you’re going about your day…

A/N: I honestly never intended for this to be longer than five chapters, but here we are. 🤷‍♀️

Ch. 8 <- • -> Ch. 10 (Final Chapter)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Can’t wait to see you tonight”

You scanned over the text you just received from Hobie, your cheeks flushing as your heart skipped a beat. You gasped when you nearly ran into someone and dropped your phone.

“Sor-“ your eyes widened as Miles held up his hands. 

“Welp, that’s one way to greet someone” he chuckled. Your eyes lit up as you embraced him. Your friend grunted as you squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Missed me?” Miles laughed while he handed your phone to you. You nodded. His dark brows furrowed as he scanned your face. 

“You okay?” he asked. Your small smile faltered a little as you squeezed your phone. 

“Yeah, it’s just been a long week,” you said. 

“Mhm,” Miles hummed in agreement. You raised a brow. 

“What do you mean ‘mhm’? You were in crystal clear waters for like a week!” you said before flicking his arm. Miles laughed as he dramatically recoiled. 

“San Juan isn’t just one big beach you know,” he clicked his tongue before flicking your arm back. Your smile returned as you tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, I’d love to hear all about it over coffee,” you hummed. Miles sighed.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’m in Parker’s next class,” Miles shrugged. His eyes widened as he watched the door start to close. “Which is starting now,” he said with a bit of an apologetic grin.

“See you later,” you waved before he slipped into the room. You sighed before making your way down the hall and out the building. 

The frigid air nipped at your exposed face as you trudged towards your favorite coffee shop in the Student Center. You shivered and wiped your boots on the rug as soon as you stepped inside the lobby. Christmas decorations hung over your head as you breathed on your hands. You felt a little lighter than usual as you walked into the coffee shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air. 

“Welcome to The Black Cat! What can I get started for you?” a platinum blonde barista chirped as you strolled up to the counter. You mirrored her expression as you gazed at the menu. 

“Hmm, I’ll have a grande hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” you grinned. 

“Make that two,” a familiar voice said behind you. 

The whites of your eyes grew as your blood ran cold. You didn’t dare to turn around to see his gaze pierce into your being. Your body tensed while you heard a step taken behind you, a massive shadow looming over your smaller form. 

“Hello, (Y/N),” Miguel said in an low, hushed voice. Time stood still as your feet remained frozen to the tiled floor. 

“Is this guy bothering you, hon?” the barista asked as she narrowed her blue eyes at the man. You swallowed thickly as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Her words barely registered before you started to slink away, your face frozen in a dazed expression as you quickly walked out the door. 

“(Y/N), hold on,” Miguel called. Your hairs stood on end as he caught up to you. 

“Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?!” you snapped. Your professor quickly rushed around you, planting himself in your path like a brick wall. You flared your nostrils and looked down at your feet as he towered over you. 

“I know that what I did to you was wrong,” he began. You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes stung with bitter tears. “Listen, I really don’t think this is a good place to have this discussion. Please, just come to my office and-“ 

“And what, Miguel? Are you gonna fuck me again while thinking about your wife?” you hissed as you shot him a menacing glare. You frowned when your eyes landed on his face. It was much more gaunt now with dark bags lingering beneath his red eyes. The man before you took a deep breath. 

“No…I actually want to apologize to you about what I did,” he confessed. The gears in your head were rapidly turning as you took a step back. 

“What. You. Did,” you repeated as you gripped your straps again. The pain inside you quickly formed into a billowing storm cloud, consuming your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. “What you did can’t be fixed by one conversation, Miguel,” you choked. His eyes softened as he held up his hands. 

“Muñeca, please. I’m…I’m sorry,” Miguel sighed as he reached his hand out towards you [Doll]. You took another big step back as you watched him like a rabbit eyeing a hungry fox. You instantly regretted what you said next, but there was no going back. 

“Who are you apologizing to? Me or Mari?” you huffed. Miguel’s body immediately tensed at your phrase, a blend of sorrow and rage dancing in his dark brown eyes. 

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said with a clenched jaw. Your throat grew tight as you glanced at him up and down, the apprehension inside of you eating your heart alive. 

“You know what? No, just-no. I’m done with this conversation…I’m done with you,” you said before turning on your heel. You gasped as he grabbed your backpack, your body nearly falling backwards before he let go. You straightened your shoulders as you gave Miguel a sideways glance. His breathing was a bit ragged now as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Please, (Y/N),” he murmured, his eyes pleading and glossy. You simply shook your head as you backed away. You don’t remember much after that, other than the chilled air crashing over you as you rushed to the bus stop. You gasped as you stumbled over your own feet, your heart pounding and head spinning. You caught yourself against the cold metal of the bud shelter. Snowflakes glided across your puffy cheeks as you took a shaky breath.

“Did that really just happen?” you thought as a wave of nausea washed over you. You shivered before slipping your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier by the second. 

“He’s hurting,” the voice chastised you. You felt yourself grow smaller beneath the dark, snowy sky. “He’s hurting and you just left him there,” it hissed. 

“No,” tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head. 

“You’re horrible,” the voice snapped. 

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered as your body wound into itself. The low hum of the bus thankfully pulled you out of the maelstrom of your thoughts. You sniffed as it pulled up to the small shelter, your legs feeling frozen to the bench. The door creaked open, the apathetic bus driver gazing forward as you climbed inside. 

The world around you grew even colder as you slipped into a seat. A few people scrolled through their phones as the bus lurched forward, a Christmas song muffling through the speakers. It took everything in you to keep yourself together, your eyes red and throat tight. You just barely made it to your stop, rushing off of the bus before the doors creaked shut behind you. 

You sighed as you carried yourself inside, your head tilted down as you slowly walked towards your dorm. 

There’s no way in hell you could make it to the concert tonight. Not when you were this close to falling apart again. 

Your hand shook as you tried to slip your key into the slot. You felt a fresh stream of tears trickle down your face as you finally heard the door unlock. You pushed yourself inside and gasped as Peni walked out of the bathroom. Her bright smile immediately fell when she saw your tear-stained cheeks. 

“(Y/N)?” she asked. You immediately brushed by her and swung your bedroom door closed. You heard her softly knocking as you shut yourself inside. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“Go away, Peni,” you said as you tossed your backpack to the side. Silence lingered from the other side of your door for what felt like hours. You sighed as you sank onto your bed. 

“(Y/N)…please, just let me in for a little bit,” she said, her voice cracking. You gripped your comforter as you sniffed, your body trembling as hot, heavy tears fell onto your lap. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” you muttered. Your door cracked open a little, revealing Peni’s solemn expression. You perked your head up when you saw her glossy eyes. 

“Maybe not. But it won’t stop me from trying to be here for you,” she sniffed. You glanced back down at your feet before tilting your head to the side. Peni slowly came towards you, her footsteps soft and light. “Can I sit down?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes still set on your black boots. Your friend sank onto your bed, her hands clasped together in her lap. The only sound in your room was the low hum of your space heater for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. You shook your head as your shoulders tensed. Peni hummed and nodded, her feet shifting side to side. 

“Why am I so stupid?” you suddenly said out loud. Peni tilted her head. 

“Why do you say that?” she asked. You frowned and sniffed again. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am,” you muttered. Peni sighed. 

“Well, just ‘cause you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true, right?” she asked. You blinked as you knitted your brows. 

“Right,” you sighed before falling back on your mattress. You let out a long sigh as you gazed up at the stark white ceiling. “I don’t think I can make it to the concert tonight,” you said. Peni shifted at the end of your bed. 

“(Y/N), I know I’m not a licensed therapist or anything, but maybe going out could be good for you,” she smiled. You squeezed your hands together as you blinked away several more tears. 

“What’s the point?” you huffed. Peni bit the inside of her cheek before she perked her head up. 

“C’mon, Cinderella. Your fairy godmother’s here to help,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand. You couldn’t help but snort out a quiet laugh. 

“What does that even mean?” you sighed as you threw your arms at your sides. Peni hummed as she stood up and walked over to the closet. You furrowed your brows as you sat up while she sorted through your clothes. Your friend smiled triumphantly as she held out a black dress that tied at the back of your neck. 

“It means that I’m not gonna let my friend be by herself on a nice Friday evening, especially when there’s a ball to go to,” Peni winked. Your eyes sparkled a little before you frowned. 

“Thanks, Peni. But I don’t see how some makeup and a nice dress will fix…this,” you said as you gestured to yourself. Peni clicked her tongue as she invited herself to look through your jewelry. 

“It won’t,” she shrugged before turning around. You watched as the shorter girl strolled over to you with your heart choker in hand. “But you still deserve to have fun, no matter how you feel about yourself,” she smiled ear to ear. Your heart melted at her words as she held the dress and choker out towards you. You gripped your hands as she patiently waited for you to take it. 

“C’mon, sis,” she urged with a sparkle in her eye. You bounced your leg for a little bit before sighing. Peni smiled triumphantly as you took your clothes from her. She turned around to give you some privacy, humming to herself as she rocked on her heels. A small smile crept on your face as you gazed down at the dress, your heart feeling a little bit stronger than it did before. 

****

To say the place was packed would’ve been an understatement. 

“This way! Gwen saved us some spots in the front row!” Peni yelled above the chatter. You tried not to step on anyone’s feet as you stumbled in your black combat boots. The smell of cigarette smoke and something a bit more…pungent wafted through the air. You wrinkled your nose as you ran through a dense cloud of smoke. 

You noticed a few people staring at you as you were tugged along. Peni was practically shaking with excitement when the two of you finally made it up front. You glanced up at the stage, a fog machine steadily releasing a fine cloud across the dimly lit floor. You touched the heart charm on your choker, squeezing the cold metal between your fingertips as your heart raced. 

This would be the first time you’ve seen Hobie since Thanksgiving. You bit your lip as the crowd began to cheer, the band smiling as they strolled onto the stage. Gwen’s eyes lit up when she saw you, waving her hand rapidly before slipping behind her drum set. A reverent silence fell over the crowd as Hobie walked onto the stage. 

You felt your chest tighten as you locked eyes. He looked near angelic, his skin slightly glistening with sweat and soft eyes beckoning your attention. The crowd erupted with applause as he took the mic. 

“How’re we doin’ tonight New York?” Hobie said, his voice reverberating inside the smoky venue. You flinched a little as the crowd roared even louder with applause, the loud sound crashing over you like a wave. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” he chuckled. You froze when the two of you locked eyes, time slowing to a standstill. Hobie parted his lips as little as he gave you a warm, gentle smile. 

“I’d like to shake things up a little tonight by turning it over to the one and only: Glory Grant!” Hobie announced before strolling over to a beautiful woman in dark ripped jeans and a t-shirt with the band’s logo. She took it from Hobie with a small grin before raising it to her lips. 

“Alright, you animals. This one’s not an original, but I think a few of you might be familiar with this little ditty,” she smirked. She turned back to Gwen who gave a short nod before raising her drumsticks. 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” your roommate shouted before Glory began to yell into the microphone. You felt your body tingle with electricity the second Hobie’s nimble fingers began to glide across his guitar strings. The audience cheered and jumped around as the melodious notes cascaded through the crowded space. 

You couldn’t help but move around a little yourself, your hips swaying side to side as Glory’s voice echoed from the mic. A smile slowly but surely crept onto your face as you danced with your friend, your loose hair whipping around wildly as you raised your hands above your head. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this alive: your heart pumping and body moving to the beat. You and Hobie locked eyes again. He flashed you a bright smile as he continued to strum on his guitar, his puffy wicks bouncing as he nodded his head to the rhythm. 

“Are you trying to dance?” someone shouted next to you. You jumped before rolling your eyes. 

“Christ Miles, you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Miles chuckled before he started to move with the two of you. The song swelled and dipped before Glory pulled out a megaphone. 

“Repeat after me! Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. You joined in the crowd, shouting at the top of your lungs while Glory marched with the beat. “Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” she yelled, her voice static and crunchy. 

“Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” you and Peni shouted together before giggling. You continued to jump around before your mouth started to grow parched. You smacked your lips. 

“I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you want anything?” you yelled. Peni and Miles shook their heads. 

“You want me to come with you?” Peni shouted, her high-pitched voice shrill in your ear. 

“Nah, I’ll be okay,” you smiled. Your friend nodded as the song began to come to a close. You excused yourself past several people before eventually strolling to the bar at the back of the venue. 

Your heart was still thumping as you eyed the scruffy bartender. He leaned against the bar as you slotted yourself between two very inebriated men. 

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

“Do you have anything that can help someone have a good time?” you said. The bartender simply nodded before throwing the towel over his broad shoulder. 

“I’ve got just the thing. It packs a punch, though,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you said, the song coming to a close as you smiled. The bartender gave a short nod before stepping away to make your drink. One of the men beside you gently nudged your shoulder. You blinked you glanced over, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, kid. Don’t listen to that guy. If you wanna have a good time, just smoke one of these,” he slurred as he slipped a joint out of his jeans pocket. Your eyes widened a little, the piece of wrapped Marijuana almost taunting you as he lazily flicked it side to side. 

“That’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you,” you gave an uneasy smile as you tried to stand up straight. You wrinkled your nose when he slung an arm around your shoulder, his breath wreaking of musty weed and hard liquor. 

“Aw, c’mon baby. Where’s your sense of adventure?” he snorted. 

“Lay off her, John,” the bartender snapped with a scowl. The man huffed as he slipped his arm off of you. 

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” the man growled. Eddie squared up a little with your drink in his hand. 

“You - you’re my problem. Now get your shit together or leave,” he growled. John’s eyes flickered with annoyance before he spit on the counter. 

“Fuck you,” he hissed before wobbling away. The bartender sighed as he shook his head. 

“Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized. 

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you replied. The man chuckled as he slid his drink over to you. You tilted your head at the dark colored beverage. “What is this?” you shouted as the volume of the song swelled. 

“Something new I came up with! I call it Venom!” Eddie shouted back. You glanced back down at your drink, tapping your fingertip against the cold glass. You licked your lips before taking a swig from the drink. Your tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of coffee liqueur and vodka. You smacked your lips as you swallowed the beverage, a slight burn tingling in your throat. 

“So?” the bartender asked. You waited a few seconds, letting the flavors linger. 

“It’s a little tart,” you said while wrinkling your nose. “But not bad,” you tilted your head when a sweetness coated your tongue. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re the first person besides myself to try it,” Eddie laughed. 

“Glad to be of service,” you said before handing the bartender a $10. “Thanks for the drink, you can keep the change,” you smiled. Eddie gave you a thankful grin before pocketing the money. Someone else came up to the bar as you turned back around, ready to brave the crowd again.

****

You were clumsily swaying along to the music, your cup barely hanging between your fingers. Your head was spinning wildly as you shuffled your feet. You snorted and giggled to yourself before taking another sip, only to find the glass completely empty. 

“Aw man,” you pouted. Your eyes were half-lidded as Peni rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“You wanna head out? You’re looking a bit…sleepy,” your friend said. You blew a raspberry as you nearly stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ahhhh I’m fine, see?” you held your hands out, accidentally tossing your cup aside. Peni gasped as you stumbled back, a trail of spit falling from the corner of your mouth. 

“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s just get an Uber and head home,” Miles said. You paid no mind as your attention lingered on the stage in front of you. Your pupils dilated when you saw Hobie shredding on his guitar, his movements hypnotizing and drawing you forward. You hiccuped as you pushed past two raving fan girls, your breasts pushing against the edge of the stage as you reached up at him. 

The Brit gazed down at you, his body highlighted with a bright backlight. God, he really was an angel. 

“I love you, Hobie Brown!” you screamed wildly as you threw your arms up. Hobie grinned as he stepped closer, but as soon as he did, you felt a strong burning sensation rise in your throat. Your body shook as you opened your mouth and vomited all over his combat boots, staining the dark faux leather. 

A loud, collective “oooh” rang out behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes as you coughed and sputtered. The wretched, acidic taste glued to your tongue as you dared not to tilt your head up. Hobie simply froze on stage while several flashes of light erupted behind you. The crowd was in a frenzy as he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and hopped off the stage. 

“C’mon lovie,” he urged you as he stepped in front of the people recording you with their phones. 

“Where are we going?” you slurred as he led you towards a big, black door. You watched as Miles and Peni were held back by security while you and Hobie slipped backstage. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding as the two of you made your way down a short hallway. You felt a small ounce of remorse as you saw Hobie’s tense face, his plump lips drawn in a tight frown. Your mouth felt dry.

“Hobieeeee,” you drawled. The lanky man glanced down at you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I loooove you, Hobie,” you slurred. He sighed. 

“I know, love. C’mon and rest back here, yeah?” Hobie nodded at another security team member as he took you into a green room.

“Hey, what’re we doing here?” you babbled. Hobie gripped your hand a little tighter. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friend grabbed a few tissues and wiped at your lips. He exhaled as he looked at your elated expression. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” you sniffed, your emotions switching like the flip of a coin. Hobie patted your hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Not mad…it just breaks my heart to see you do this to yourself,” he said softly, a broken solemnity in his deep, brown eyes. Your dizzy smile shifted into a frown as he cupped your cheek. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” Hobie said in a more firm voice. You felt your heart crack as foggy memories of Miguel resurfaced. Your bottom lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Hobie,” you whispered in a strained voice. The tall man kneeling in front of you leaned down and pecked your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, love. We have three more songs, but my friend Ben here’s gonna take care of you,” Hobie reassured you while tilting his head towards the security man. You sniffed and gripped his hand. 

“Please don’t go,” your voice cracked. Your friend placed another hand on top of yours. 

“It’ll be back soon…promise,” he whispered. You released a shaky breath before slowly nodding, your head throbbing with a dull pain. Hobie gave your hand one last squeeze before he let Ben inside. You fell on your side, your head growing more and more dizzy as your vision began to blur. 

“Please don’t go,” you murmured. 

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[darkchocolatedimples]

keeper characters as things my friends and i have texted!

i'm cleaning out my phone and found wayy too many screenshots

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sophie: i've almost got keefe convinced that storks drop off babies

sophie: this may or may have not incited a breakdown 3:30 am but i've almost done it

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keefe: i'm at the mall with biana she's looking for shoes i'm looking for hot people

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sophie: how does one develop insomnia in level 2? don't know but i'll call it endurance training

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fitz: shut up you simp for my sister

dex: i'm proud

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dex: HOW IS A DEAD PERSON GONNA BE TRAUMATIZED

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keefe: i think i kissed my pillow once when i was 12 or 13

keefe: you know, 70 years ago

keefe: when we still lit things with candles

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sophie with mallowmelt: rock bottom tastes better than it sounds

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dex: idk what it's like to pull a girl i was the one pulled

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keefe: bro my brain waves feel like a siren

keefe: yk what i mean

fitz: i do not

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dex (with braces): imagine loving someone

dex: ...

dex: who has braces

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keefe after sending a picture of himself: omg whos the stylish one i wanna meet him

biana hyping him up: me too he seems so hot wtf

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sophie: YOU WANT PROBLEMS

sophie: ILL GIVE YOU SOME

fitz: this doesn't sound good

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alden: i'm taking a samoa

biana: okay they're five bucks

alden: what no discount? i'm your dad

biana: six bucks

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keefe: i just have the need to be the hottest smarted person in the room at all times to make myself feel valid

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dex: i just wasted 20 mintues of my life on a koala i will never get to see

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fitz: i'm in a whole foods crying by the bobo's toasters

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marella: 420 what's your emergency

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biana: ur so bagelicisous

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marella: shut up band kid

dex: shut up lesbian

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marella: i hope sometimes when the guys at our school are getting a little too cocky they remember that there are literal 2d drawings pulling more bitches than them

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sophie: projection>>>having problems

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biana to keefe: sugar baby would look so good on you

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biana: i love being able to hit men's booties knowing they can't fight back

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dex: british people (derogatory) what tf is beans on toast

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keefe: i WILL breathe more air than you

tam: is this a threat

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dex: this be lookin a little homosexual 🫣

biana: ^us when we see keefe and fitz

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sophie: kmsing 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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biana to fitz: hate to break it to you, you don't like her, you like the boy you think she has a crush on

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grady: maybe getting older is...beginning to like and appreciate bananas

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kenric and jolie: i hope i'm important enough to be the main character from my grave

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sophie: lmao why should i care about anything i'm 15 and i eat chocolate 🤷‍♀️

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keefe: just bc you know you're making me sweat shake and shiver doesn't mean you can or should use that to your advantage (please do) like what the fuck

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fitz: i'm not that much of an asshole

dex: this is untrue

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dex: good news! no more cannibalism. bad news, beastiality?

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keefe about sophie: the way we're twinning

keefe: she drinks red bull and cuts bangs at 2am i impulsively get stitches with no thoughts in my head bc i think its cool

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stina: currently about to fight this seagull will update

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dex: i wouldn't mind a shorter guy actually if they're too tall i'm gonna have to break their knees to kiss them

biana: that's the fun part! like glowsticks 🤩

[maleyhae]

DO I STILL WANT HIM

this is part 2 of my last fan fic.

warning : cussing, reader asking herself if she wants Georg or wants to get back with tom, pls let me know if there's more unedited

a/n: I'm thinking abt doing a October event for halloween so if you have ideas send them sorry if this is ass my head hurts and I was losing my vison a bit :P and also @mikalame

READERS POV:

I woke up barley remembering anything from last night. Besides that, I was crying a lot last night and then as I gained my vision back, I realized I wasn't in my and toms' room but in Georgs. Omg did me and him sleep together. No, we didn't because I remember that I walked in on him fucking Alyssa. I guess I started to cry again because as Georg came in the room with Bill and Gustav and it looked like they had food.

"Hey (nickname) how are you feeling" Bill said. "Good" I said while taking my food from Georg and feeling someone hugged me. I looked over and saw Gustav hugging me. "Billy...can you go get my stuff from his room I don't want to see him or her right now." I said barley in a whisper. "They're not here right now so if you want you can go, and Georg can go with you I can't right now sweetie." He said in a soft voice even though we were friends he called me more loving names than tom ever did, and the fun thing was that me and him weren't even fucking toxic. I got up not caring I was just in my bra and some of Georgs Pj pants at the moment and walked out and went into the room with my key and had georg follow behind me kinda like a lose puppy.

I grabbed my stuff when I heard i high pitch laugh. God, it sounded so fucking forced I looked back and it was the whore and man-whore. I know how some people get when their boyfriend cheat and the call the second person a whore, slut, bitch honestly both of them are whores and the other stuff. Tom looked ashamed while Gustav (who also came along) looked like he wanted to beat his ass.

GEORGS POV :

As i stand at the door I saw her and tom. ___ looked like she wanted to beat his or Alyssa's ass couldn't really tell but i knew her high pitched laugh gave ___ a headache. I saw Gustav which I didn't know he came but he probably only came because Bill told him too. But after Bill and Gustav heard what happened because I'm surprised, she didn't go to them first but then again it was like 2-3 in the morning.

But then again they or we would do anything for our friends in need no matter the time. I got snapped out of my thoughts when I heard tom say he's sorry and he was drunk. I thought it was complet bullshit and

___ looked at him and walked away.

COUPLE MONTHS LATER DUE TO ME HAVING A TERRIBLE HEADACHE AGAIN

READERS POV:

It's been a couple months me and georg have gotten closer but Tom has also been trying to get back into the picture. I've been avoiding him even though I was in the band as the (your choice) so it was hard.

He's been asking for me back but I've been thinking I don't know. Do I want him back? But then again I've been crushing on Georg so do I want Georg or Tom? That's just like asking a toddler chocolate or a toy they'd say yes. Though I'd have time since I'm going back to (your native country) to see my family while I take a break from the band they all understood and Georg had asked to come and I said maybe and well he said it was fine and I'm going alone.

It still urks me Do I want either one of those boys or nobody leave the band and start over on my life with them still being my friend?

A/N- Hi again :3 sorry if this is bad I really had no ideas and this took forever because every time I started to write on it I lost vision and had a terrible head ache I might be getting sick though but let me know if y'all want this to become a tiny series or not cause I'm down for it it whatever 🤷‍♀️ or do you want part 3 to be toms POV 😱😱😱

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Dawn

Pairings: Professor!Matt x Student!Reader

Word Count: 934 words

A/N: A few months ago I was searching for different prompts and came across this: *The last words of your story are, “As night became day, he started to understand the truth.” Now, go write the rest*. I thought it was very interesting and different so I’d like to give it a shot along with the theme: Forbidden Love. So this is the end result. (This also has been saved in my drafts forever so I thought I should post it idk 🤷‍♀️)

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @letsgivethisonemoreshot , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat , @tahiri-veyla, @moxkindagirl

Behind the big tree hills, they hid. The sun shone fearless and bright upon the San Bernardino National Forest's clear blue sky, and near the lake Matt sat, staring at her as she danced barefoot on the grass near the lakefront. He couldn’t have picked a better day to bring her here, the summer break dragged all the locals and students straight to the beaches, leaving the forests almost inhabited and free from curious eyes.

Her white crepe sundress flowed around her thighs as she spun around, before laughing when the dizziness made her fall on the grass. The sky spun like a wheel before her eyes, making the fluffy white clouds quickly change shapes from a dog to a man, and then they turned into him.

“Are you ok?” Matt chuckled. His face shielded her from the harsh sunbeams and his dark soft hair fell like a curtain around her face. He always let his hair down whenever he was with her, knowing how much she loved the long, dark mane.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asked back with a giggle, her own fingers twirled around the fluffy locks as she admired the gleam of devotion on his warm chocolate eyes.

The wind blew softly between the branches before it slowly caressed the water on the lake, crashing oh so gently against the calm water as it brought up the familiar song to their ears.

…Pars avant l'aube

Quand la lumière veut nous voir

Quelque part dans le monde…

“I don’t want you to go back to the dorm. Come home with me tonight, please” Matt whispered against her lips, his warm breath caressed her skin like a safety blanket, making all of her worries suddenly disappear. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you spend the summer break with me? You’ll save the dorm rent money and we can be together” His lips covered hers in a sweet kiss as if to make it impossible for her to bargain against his request.

“That’d definitely be a money saver” She chuckled, and her arms circled around his waist, pushing him closer to her body. “But I never pictured you as the playing house type though” Her eyebrow raised in surprise when he smiled back “I’d love to play house if you’re gonna be the one playing with me. Plus, why postpone the inevitable? We already know that the minute you graduate we’ll be finally free to get married”

“Oh is that so?!” She chuckled and smirked with a tease. “And what makes you sure that I’ll want to marry you, huh? Maybe my destiny is to marry the handsome but dumb quarterback, not the sexy anthropology professor. Have you ever thought about that?”

“No, and I won’t!” Matt laughed before blowing a raspberry on her neck. Her loud laugh echoed through the deserted forest. “Because you’re mine, dovey. And I’m the one you’ll get married to, I’m the one you have the hots for and most importantly: I’m the one you love”

“So full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Did I lie though?” He smirked

“No, but you definitely love to overexaggerate things”

Matt let out a fake shocked gasp “How dare you?! I’m the equivalent of humbleness!”

“That amongst other things” She giggled before her fingers pulled his white tank top up so she could softly scratch his tanned back.

Matt hummed in pleasure as goosebumps rose on his skin despite the burning summer sun “And what other things could I be?” He smirked against her lips, his hands traveling down her body, stopping at her warm exposed thigh and curling his fingers around the soft meat to pull it up his hip.

“I can show you what those are back at your place” She whispered

“What if I want a sample now?” Matt teased while letting his fingers trace the outline of her cotton panties.

“We’ll have to make it quick though”

“You know I love it quick, dove”...

The large multicolored roses bouquet decorated his bedroom nightstand, that’s where she chose to place it after he bought it for her on his way back from the grocery store. “I want it to be the first and last thing I look at” Was her response to the generous bouquet.

Her bags flopped around the bedroom floor, none of them wanted to waste any time unpacking her things the night before. The loud silence of the early hours of the morning was enough to get him to think.

The military green mug fumed with the freshly poured coffee as he sat beside her on the bed. She was still asleep, sprawled on the mattress like a starfish, her hair fell like an untamed mane around her features and her lips pouted as her cheek pressed against the fluffy pillow.

Matt watched her sleep for what felt like hours, mesmerized by her natural beauty that got occasionally blocked by the sight of the green mug whenever he took a sip of the hot, black liquid. She mumbled something in her sleep, which made him instantly hear the same song they heard at the lake again.

…Toi et moi, dans la nuit on trouvera

Quelque part où déposer les fleurs qu'on a cueillies…

She shifted in her sleep before her eyes opened to stare at him. Matt felt a wide smile taking over his lips as he pushed her hair away from her face to get a better look at her features. That familiar feeling surrounded his heart, and the same thoughts roamed his mind. And as night became day, he started to understand the truth.

[mooifyourecows]

hi moo! i saw a tweet about creators of online works (like fox writers, web comic artists, etc.) wanting to get feedback since it’s not very often they can go online and look for it outside of their platform so i just wanted to hop on and let you know how much i love your stuff!

you are the reason i even started reading fics! (technically it was my friend who was reading it that got me to but shh) i think i’ve actually told you the story before but it’s silly so i’ll say it again anyways! my friend was reading a lot of haikyuu stuff and i think this was before season 4 finished but like there had been a few episodes probably since you wrote about atsumu at that point but idk if you’ve read the manga so maybe i’m completely wrong about the timeline. ANYWAY, my friend had sent me a bunch of screenshots of different fics she was reading but she was telling me about this one where daichi was a bartender and him and oikawa were best friends (sound familiar?) so of course when she sent screenshots of that one i had to look for it. now at this point i had NO idea how ao3 worked and more specifically the searching (i have no idea how i managed to actually find it😭😭 i still can’t use the searching for anything but very broad stuff) but i spent HOURS typing in the same quote from that screenshot (pretty sure it was the homemade chocolate for valentine’s day scene) and narrowing down the word count to maybe like 500,000-600,000 words because she mentioned it was 500 something thousand and then with enough effort i found it!! i was so excited i read all of it in like two weeks in the middle of packing to move across the country😭😭(thinking back, definitely not the best use of my time but for the best🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️).

it’s kind of a stupid silly story, but without that amazing story i would’ve never found your work, let alone anyone else’s unless one of her silly screenshots caught my eye like that one and who knows if that would’ve happened🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ now i get so excited just thinking about what might happen next in your other stories and i’m your #1 biggest fan❤️❤️❤️

can’t wait for the next post you make, and maybe if you update open tab in the future i’ll have to make myself a mint julep🤔🤔 i hope you’re having the best time writing and doing whatever it is that you do in your free time and that you’re taking care of yourself!!!! sending so much love your way this summer!!!

thanks for sharing babe, it really does make me happy to hear details and specifics about how people found my stories or what they like about them. i'm glad that you were able to find joy in my writing! it means a lot to me

i actually started writing Open Tab shortly after Atsumu's first appearance in the manga at that training camp with Kageyama, and had to base his personality off of those tiny itty bitty scenes we got of him, so when nationals rolled around and we got to see more of him (like that he is an identical twin, wowzas what a shock) i got to see how my interpretation of him was a little off. I wrote him more as a smooth asshole when in reality he's way more prickly and childish and goofy. In my big Open Tab edit, I'm trying to subtly alter his character to better suit that without completely changing him. in fact, i originally planned Atsumu to be this kinda... antagonist type character? but then i decided that i couldn't actually make any haikyuu characters be real bad guys and i had to make him sympathetic instead. rip

anyway, thanks for the message, it's very sweet and touching and makes me happy 😊🖤

there WILL be an update for open tab in the near future. i just want to completely edit it first. but i'll for sure make announcements when that time comes 🌈💪

[moxleys-darlin]

You Caught My Attention

Pairing: Jon Moxley/Emma Hunter (OC), implied Yuta/Bryan/Regal

Summary: Emma works two jobs to support her and her daughter and she's in her last year of college. What happens when the BCC walk into her little coffee shop?

Disclaimer: Only the idea, Emma, and Addy are mine; everything else belongs to someone else, including pictures and wrestlers.

CW: Mean customer? 🤷‍♀️

(I made it myself 😁 be gentle 🥹)

Emma POV

“Thank you again for letting me bring her. I promise this won’t be a constant thing, her babysitter just got sick last night.”

“Oh Emma, it’s really okay, she’s an absolute doll! I grabbed some of our grandchildren’s coloring books when we got off the phone last night.” 

“Thank you so much! You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

“Of course dear, we take care of each other here in this little shop. Now, if you’re not busy today, please make sure you work on that college stuff. This is your last year and then you’re done, so don’t get behind because you’re busy working here and the bookshop.”

Emma was glad that the rush of the day was over so that she could check on Addy and get some of her homework done. She just had to survive the rest of this semester and she would be free finally. She looks over at the table she left Addy at and smiles when she sees her diligently working on a coloring page. 

“That’s very pretty baby, is that for Mama?” Her daughter nods vigorously, red curls bouncing wildly. “Here sweetheart, why don’t you take a break and eat this for me, okay?” She requests, walking over and placing a plate of food down.

“Yes Mama, then I can finish?” She asks as she looks up at her.

“Yes, baby, then you can finish.” She hears the bell chime and looks to see four men walk in. “I’ll be right there, gentlemen, just a moment.”

“Take your time darling, these gents and I need time to find what we’d like.” An English voice answers, making Emma take another look only to see the famous William Regal. 

She turns back to her daughter quickly to hide her red face and smile. She couldn’t believe the Blackpool Combat Club was in her coffee shop, gosh she needs to calm down, she doesn’t want to look like a crazy fan. She takes a deep breath and smiles brightly at her baby, brushing some hair out of her face. 

“Okay baby, I got some work to do, stay right here and be good, yeah? Make sure you eat too.” 

“Yes Mama, I promise.” She bends and kisses her forehead then heads behind the counter, retying her apron and washing her hands. Putting a sweet smile on her face she turns to the men, hearing the last bit of their conversation. 

“… think she might be a fan.”

“Sorry guys! Mom duties were calling, did y’all find something you like?”

“Do you have oat milk?” Bryan Danielson, the American Dragon, she tries not to overreact.

“Yeah, we do! My baby girl needs it so thank goodness we do.” She realizes she’s rambling and the men are laughing.

“Sorry, you didn’t need to know that. Yes, we do have oat milk, sir.”

“Great! Can I get a Flat White with oat milk, I’m a vegan, so yeah.”

“Great! Are you all together or separate transactions.” They all start to say separate, but Mr. Regal interrupts.

“All together darling, on me please. Do you have any teas, my dear?”

“Great! And yes, I have Earl Grey, Black, Green, and I think I have some Chamomile as well. Oh, and can I get a name for the Flat White please sir?” She can tell that she’s shocked them by not knowing Bryan’s name, but she really didn’t want to freak them out either.

“Earl Grey would be lovely, dear, and William for the name. Milk and sugar are out here?”

“Yes sir, sugar is! Right on that table over there and when the tea is ready, I’ll get you some milk and let you pour it. How about you, sir?” She asks Yuta watching him blush when Jon Moxley asks what the sweetest drink we have is 

“Please ignore him, I’m begging you. May I have an iced White Chocolate Mocha?” He asks, shoving Moxley when he laughs at the order. “Like yours will be any better Mox! Oh, and Yuta please ma’am.”

“You got it Yuta! It’s my favorite too so I get it doll.” She smiles brightly. “How about you, Mox?” She teases.

“You got any hot chocolate, darlin’?” He smirks at her.  

“Yeah, make it myself since it’s not asked for often except when it’s freezing. Do you want any whip cream? I have chocolate shavings too.”

“Just give me the works, and extra whip cream if you don’t mind, sweetheart. Obviously, the name’s Mox for the cup.” He winks and she can’t help but blush at the handsome man who happens to be her favorite wrestler since forever. 

“You got it, Mox.” She types in all of the drinks and waits for the total. “If that’s everything gentlemen, it’ll be twenty-one dollars even, Mr. William.” He swipes his card, taking the receipt from her and adding ten dollars to the tip jar, he winks at her. 

“Just William, dear. Thank you very much. Do we wait for you to call it out?” 

“Oh, no sir, if you’re drinking them here then I’ll bring it to you.”

He thanks her again and follows Bryan to the table that Yuta is already sitting at, who is making faces at the young girl. 

“Found a friend, Sunshine?” He laughs when the girl giggles at his young lover. “I hope he’s not bothering you too much, my dear?”

“Your voice is funny, sir! I like it!” 

Emma hears Bryan laughing loudly, turning to see what the commotion is only to be startled by Jon Moxley. She jumps and puts her hand to her heart.

“Gosh! You scared me!” 

“Sorry ‘bout that darlin’. The guys are makin’ your kid laugh. It’s okay that they’re talking to her, right? I can make ‘em stop if you need me to.” He smirks, muttering to her then biting his thumbnail. 

She finishes his hot chocolate, adding chocolate shavings to the top of the whip cream and handing it to him. “Here you go Mox, and yeah it’s fine, she usually doesn’t talk to people so the fact that she's doing so is great. Though, one second.” She gets Addy’s attention. “Hey, don’t call his accent weird, baby girl, it’s just different, we’ve talked about this.”

“Sorry Mama, I’m sorry Mister.” She says quietly. 

“It’s quite alright dear girl, I’m not upset at all. It is quite different isn’t it, petal?” At her nod, they chuckle at her. “No harm done little one I promise. No sad faces now. I bet Yuta would like to help you draw if your mother allows it.” Her daughter’s eyes plead with her. 

“Go ahead! If you get tired of it after a while she’ll be okay, thank you guys for entertaining her.” She turns her attention back to the man in front of her, seeing that he’s almost finished the hot chocolate. “I can make you another one if you’d like. I just finished your friends’ drinks so I have time.”

“Nah, but can I stay over here? I won’t bother you or anything, it just gets kinda loud sometimes in the group and they get all lovey dovey.” He waits for her to come back from dropping the drinks off.

“Yeah sure, I’ll just be cleaning up and doing some homework, but if you wanna talk or whatever I’m good with that too.” She hesitates before continuing. “I hate the loud too sometimes, makes me feel… itchy I guess would be the word, but the quiet makes my ears fill with static, so if you’re the same feel free to talk. I’m Emma, by the way.” He nods at her before draining his drink and watching his friends play with the young girl. 

Mox POV

The young woman in front of him is beautiful, her dark red hair and green eyes making him notice her as soon as he enters. The second thing that drags him in is her kindness and the fact that she doesn’t jump all over them for who they are. He’d been coming to this coffee shop for years, any chance he can when he visits home, and now that he's moved away from Vegas to move home, he wanted to bring his friends. The guys were shocked when she asked for Bryan’s name, considering how famous he was, second only to Regal. 

He is surprised that Emma lets her stay while she works on homework and checks in with her daughter, keeping an eye on his stablemates as well. Yuta seems to have made a new best friend in Addy, the kid’s name he learns. He asks her questions about what her classes are about, and she patiently explains everything to him. No matter how many questions he asks, she’s ready to answer them, even if she keeps her eyes down and continues writing. He can admit that he loves when she smiles at him, it makes him feel a warmth he can’t explain. He turns his head to the door when the bell rings and a man on the phone enters, making a weird feeling run down Mox’s spine.

“Hey, welcome in! I’ll be just a minute!” Emma explains, taking the books and journal back to Addy’s, now unused, table. 

“I don’t have all day so hurry up; I have places to be.” Mox bares his teeth slightly, but feels a warm hand on his, looking down to see Emma touch him briefly before standing at the register.

“What can I do for you, sir?” Mox hears him rattle off an obnoxiously long drink order and he knows his disgust shows on his face. “Sure thing, anything else?”

“Did I ask for anything else?” He turns his attention back to his phone. “Jesus, are all food service people idiots?” He scoffs at the person on the other end, laughing at whatever they say. 

“That’ll be five dollars and fifty cents.” She says with a smile, acting as though she didn’t hear him.

“Here.” He throws the cash on the counter, ignoring her outstretched hand, and Mox clenches his teeth, feeling a presence behind him, turning to see His Lordship. 

She counts out the rude man’s change, setting it on the counter as he did. “There you are, four dollars and fifty cents is your change. I’ll have it out soon.” She says turning away from him. 

“I’ll call you back. Hey! Did you not see my hand out? Come back here and hand me my change now.” He can feel Regal’s hand on his shoulder, stopping him from getting up. “I said now, coffee girl.”

“It’s right on the counter sir, just how you handed it to me. I figured that would be okay. Now, lemme get you your drink so that you can get back to your busy day, okay?” She smiles sweetly at the asshole, and he flips. 

“Listen here you little-.” Mox can’t take it anymore and stands up, grabbing the guy. “Hey, what the hell? Let go of me you asshole!” 

“Nope, we’re done here, you can wait outside and I’ll bring you your drink, but you’re not gonna bully this woman in front of us and a kid, not happening you pretentious prick. Let’s go.” Mox frog marches the guy outside with Regal behind him and Regal chooses to stay with him while he waits inside for the jerk's drink.

“Thanks for that, I get one at least once every two days, so I appreciate it. I usually just hand them the change because aggressive men scare me, but I guess I felt brave with you and your friends here.” She realizes she’s rambling again. “I’m sorry you didn’t need to know that, but yeah, thank you really.” She smiles at him, and he can see the tension in the corners of her mouth. 

“Nobody deserves to be talked to like that,” he says, staring through the window at Regal talking to the cowering man. “Especially someone as nice as you, Emma.” He’s interrupted from continuing the conversation by Regal and another woman. 

“He decided to leave flower, said to keep the change and the drink. How odd.” His Lordship shrugs, walking back to the table. 

“Yeah Mr. William, how odd. Hey Macy!” She calls out to her coworker who is staring at him and the other three. “Macy? Are you okay?” She asks while she makes a few drinks, and he watches her friend walk up to the table as well.

“I am so sorry if this is rude, but may I have your autographs? My little brother and I love the BCC. You guys are our absolute favorite!” He winces as her friend gets loud in the near silent room and he feels Emma touch his wrist briefly before going back to the drinks. Sighing, he goes and joins the others as well, making faces at Addy while he waits to scribble his signature on the picture.

Emma POV

“Of course, dear. Sunshine, do you have some pictures in your bag we can sign?” Emma watches as Yuta nods and digs in his bag for two pictures and a sharpie and she can feel Mox staring at her.

She finishes the drinks as she hears Regal tell them they should be heading out so that they can meet Claudio in the next town for the show. Her ears perk up as she hears them thank Moxley for letting them visit while he’s on vacation. She quickly places the drinks into a holder.

“Wait!” She stops them as they near the door. “Here, these are yours. They’re the same drinks you ordered when you got here as a thank you for being so kind to Addy and for you did with the guy. I really appreciate it! Be careful and good luck in your matches.” She smiles at the shocked faces of the group.

“Wait you know who we are? But you didn’t ask for selfies or autographs, and you asked for our names.” Yuta sputters, confusion coloring his words.

 “I didn’t think you’d want that when you were just trying to relax.” She shrugs. “I’m sure you get that a lot, so I figured I’d leave you be. Besides I’m planning on going to a meet and greet when you plan one for later in the year, that way I pay for your time instead of, ya know, ask you in public.” She laughs at the silent, confused men, waving and heading back to the register to fill her friend in and clock out.

She goes to the table to gather her things into her bag, making sure Addy was packed up too. She looks at her watch and sees she has plenty of time to get them some dinner and be at the bookstore in time for her shift. Thankfully she finished all her homework and just needed to finish a research paper, but it was Friday so she could hold off until tomorrow. 

“Ready to go, Addy? We can get some dinner and then we’ll head to the bookstore, okay? Still got some pictures to color or did you and Yuta finish them all?” Her daughter smiles sweetly at the mention of her new friend.

“I still have some to color Mama, but not many. Me and Yuta colored a lot with Bryan while Mr. Regal worked.” 

“That’s okay, we can stop and get you some more books to color, okay?” She swings her daughter’s arm playfully as they walk out of the coffee shop, startled again by the figure near the door.

“Jeez Mox, again? You gotta stop doing that! I thought you left with the others?” 

“Sorry darlin, just wanted to thank you for the drink. You really knew who we were?” She laughs that he’s still shocked at that. 

“Yeah Mox, I really knew that y’all were the BCC.” Addy cuts in excitedly.

“We watch y’all alllll the time, Mama looooves when you’re on, you’re her favorite!” She blushes when Mox smirks at her and winks at Addy, covering her eyes and shaking her head.

“Addy, I’m sure he doesn’t care about that baby.” Addy looks sharply up at her mother, disbelief in her eyes. 

“But Mama-.” Emma lightly covers her daughter’s mouth.

“Come on baby, let’s go get some dinner so Mama’s not late to her shift. See ya Mox!” She goes to walk away but is stopped by a hand on her arm, flinching despite the gentleness.

“Sorry Emma didn’t mean to startle you. Maybe I could come with you, I’m not due to be on Dynamite until next Wednesday so I’m here in town for a week.” She looks at his face and sees the sincerity, but she has to ask.

“Why? I mean no offense, but why do you want to hang out with us? You’ve got to have a million other things more interesting than a single mom with two jobs and her young daughter.”

He shrugs at her, not knowing the answer himself. “I don’t know, you’ve just had my attention since we walked into the coffee shop. I can’t really explain it, Em.” 

“I- Sure you can come with us. Anywhere in particular you like, Mox?” She smiles as he touches her arm, silently asking to hold it on their walk. 

She nods at him softly, loving the smile that blooms on his face. “If it’s the bookstore I’m thinking of, there’s a really good place to eat a few minutes from it.”

Emma lets him walk her and Addy to her car, smiling as she watches Mox engage with her daughter, answering all of her questions no matter how strange. They promise to meet at the restaurant, and it doesn’t take long for her to park at the bookstore. Addy is chattering about how she can’t wait to have dinner with Moxley on the short walk. Addy waves wildly when she sees the man like it had been five years since they had seen him and not five minutes. She smiles as he holds the door open for them, doing a slight bow and waving his arm to let them walk in before him. 

 “Why thank you kind sir.” She laughs, his deep chuckle making her feel butterflies flutter in her stomach.

They spend the dinner talking about anything they can think of, while keeping it kid-friendly for Addy. She decides to let Mox ask whatever comes to his mind but is surprised when he asks Addy as many questions as he asks her. Her brain has trouble comprehending that he would be interested in her daughter, used to men ignoring her existence. She watches the clock to make sure she isn’t late and lets Addy talk with Mox as much as she pleases, watching as he animatedly describe a story about him and his Shield friends. As time gets nearer, she realizes she could stay here all night with him and be okay, and that thought makes her pause. She has known this man all of a few hours, he’s an important man and she’s raising a child by herself. As she silently berates herself he reaches out and grabs her hand, surprising herself with how calm she becomes.

“Hey, I can hear your brain screaming, Em, what’s up? Am I going too fast for you? I feel like this is a lot in one day, but you make me feel comfortable.” He pays the bill and walks them outside. “I don’t want you to feel pushed or anything so why don’t I give you my number and we can set something up. I suck at texting, but if that’s how I gotta talk to you, I will. Just know that makes you special.”

“Mox, I don’t under-.” They make it to the bookstore and Addy runs in after hugging Moxley goodbye, thanking him for dinner. 

“Jon, please, that’s my actual name, Mox is just my character. I know you think I care that you got a kid. She’s cute and sweet like her mom. She doesn’t even make me feel like I’m vibrating, which is actually surprising. Hell, you make my mind quiet and usually only Yuta can do that on rare occasions. I don’t know what this is or why I feel what I do about you so fast, but I’d like to learn and build on it if you do. I don’t care that you have a kid, Emma, she’s just another part of you.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” She smiles as he shakes his head, looking at her with an exasperated fondness. 

“You just now understanding that? I want to get to know you and we have a week to do it uninterrupted, by my schedule at least.” He shrugs. 

She hesitates for a second, thinking about her options. “Okay, fine. I have this weekend off and I only have a paper to write tomorrow.” She looks at her watch, seeing she’s cutting it close and sees a hand cover it.

“How about we go to the park tomorrow so you can bring Addy? Text me when you finish your paper and I’ll meet you at the park near here.” He smiles at the shock in her eyes when he tells her to bring Addy and he shrugs. “Like I said, she’s apart of you so she should be involved. I got a week to get to know you and her before the road takes me away and it’s phone calls and text messages.”

“I’d like that Jon, this shift isn’t very long, just a favor to the owner, so maybe I can finish the paper tonight. I gotta get in there though and start my shift. Here,” she hands him her phone watching him enter his information and hands it back. “I’ll text you now so you have my number and I’ll text you tomorrow when we can go.” She sends a quick text, watching him save her info and leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Can’t wait for tomorrow, Emma. Have a good shift.” He starts to walk off but stops and calls her name. “I’m really glad you caught my attention.” She watches him until he enters his truck and drives off. 

“I’m really glad too, Jon.” She whispers to herself, walking into the store. 

Emma’s never believed in love at first sight, she thought it was a fairytale story. “I guess people should call me Cinderella from now on.” 

She laughs at herself as she meets up with her boss, situates her daughter, and settles into her shift. She catches herself smiling at the thought of tomorrow and what the future may hold for her and her beloved daughter, adding a tall, built man next to her in the daydreams. 

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I may come back and add to the story of Emma, Addy, and Jon but we'll see. Love you all! 😘

I also felt like I owed you some fluff after that angst I gave y'all 😭 nothing fluffier than love at first sight right? 😂

[jamesremuslover4life]

So I wrote this at 11:15 pm while stoned. It’s self indulgent and I’m sure absolute trash.

Either way it’s my first attempt at any sort of fanfic writing even if I’ve been reading for many years. If this doesn’t get any reads that’s probably honestly for the best 🤣😬 Also I did notice the amount of times I shifted from first to third person and back so hopefully I caught all of those if not sorry, but also I’m sure there’s a number of other mistakes so 🤷‍♀️

James Potter X Female Character

Marauders Era

Harry Potter Fandom

No warnings just self indulgent fluff.

James Potter knew how to charm people. He knew between his messily tussled hair, his beautiful hazel eyes and his roguishly cheeky grin he could have people wrapped around his pinky. That’s not even to mention his way with words and flirtation. All in all, James Potter knew he had a very specific skill set, and he knew when and how to use it.

Yet still whenever he heard Sophie Layton speak he could’ve sworn he was hypnotized. Every time he smelt her perfume before he saw her his nose would twitch and he’d immediately begin looking for that smile that made him weak in the knees and those mesmerizing eyes. His own eyes lighting up when they laid upon her, his fingers aching to be touching her in any way as long as he felt his skin on hers.

In short… while James charmed others, Sophie Layton charmed him.

James was not one to hide his adoration for Sophie, he’d constantly be seen walking her to class with her bag in one hand and the other holding hers. Always a peck on the forehead and a sweet “have a good morning sweetheart and I’ll see you at lunch.”

Making up her plate with all her favourite foods and picking out the olives and mushrooms so she doesn’t have to look at or smell them.

Pointing up at her in the crowd every Quidditch game after she showed him a video of an athlete doing that in a muggle sport and of course he thought it was the coolest power move ever.

Bringing her flying on his broom at night and getting so high up she feels she can touch the stars, his one hand holding the broom while his other wraps like a vice around her middle, no way would James Potter ever allow his Sophie to fall.

Dates in fun but unexpected places like the afternoon spent baking in the kitchen which quickly devolved into throwing flour at one another and ended when you both had eggs dripping down your foreheads and your uncontrollable laughter.

Or the whole night in the Astronomy Tower with blankets and pillows and hot chocolate. They’re wands pointing out constellations and shooting stars with hushed whispers of their dreams and plans and futures they both want. Genuine smiles when both James and Sophie openly admitting that they see a future with the other a part of it.

In short, Sophie charmed James in every way possible, but he charmed her right back and neither would change a thing.

[christmascocos2023]

Tuesday 8th August

Well it is finally departure day👏. I am writing this sitting at Perth Airport waiting to board. Arrived half an our earlier than the 2 hrs required and as usual haven’t regretted it! There are a few tricks for young players catching Virgin flights to Christmas Island!! Virgin I thought was the only airline flying to Christmas but I noticed that Singapore Airlines was listed as going also. Not sure if a. Departure board issue or whether they go via on way to Indonesia🤷‍♀️.

Eg Virgin does leave from terminal one however although that is the International terminal Virgin also departs its domestic flights from the same terminal. Hence my arriving expecting to check in as a domestic flight(Christmas is an Australian Territory so hardly international!). You would however be wrong! I tried to do the self check in at the domestic end but my destination didn’t show s couldn’t c,heck in. As usual in any airport there is a dearth of real people to help. Given I was checking in outside of the 2hr prior to departure I assumed I was too early. So I decided to go. The toilet which was down the international end. Good thing I did ! I accidentally came upon a separate real person check in counter or Christmas/Cocos! No do it yourself check with real and very fast! Would never have known had I not stumbled upon it! Having received my boarding pass and gate off I continued toward international terminal for my delayed toilet stop. Next surprise was when I looked for my gate and to my surprise it is at the international end of the airport. Even at checkin they didn’t mention that although the. Christmas check in is at the International end🤷‍♀️. Because it is at International you have to go through border control. Here I was faced with the usual passport scan gate things and to one side a walk through with no gate required and where you went straight to the border force person doing checks. No sign who went where until a border force person asked were I was going and when said Christmas directed to the walk through to the order force person,no gate. Another travel oddity specific to Christmas!. Then usual security and back to normal!

Given Virgin doesn’t supply free food or drink have had to bring some and buy a roll. Cheaper than paying on board and probably better (I hope).

Addit: the virgin checkin person commented when I mentioned I was concerned I might be bit over the 23kg weight limit, that they allow up to nearly a kg more before worry.

Christmas flight

Well continues to be interesting. Due depart 1230 and boarding not until just before 1300 and take off not until after 1330! Another unexpected occurrence and one not warned about! You have to fill in and incoming passenger to Australia for with all the food issues etc! As we are still in Australia I am perplexed. However thinking about it it is possible I suppose that passengers could have transited in Perth from overseas flight though would have assumed they did the form on incoming flight! When I said to crew I didn’t have a pen she told me I would need to find one! Helpful not! Although the other ones were good.

Lucky that the passenger in my row had one and shared!

Couple positive things:

Flight had few spare seats so had spare middle seat

They did serve a half chicken wrap and a mini chocolate each and tea/coffee water and juice . I had a wrap before left airport so fueled up anyway 😁

Do have their WIFI you can log onto and get some movies using your own device but drops out alot (on this flight anyway).

ADDIT: other than the whole checking in information you don’t get told about remember to bring the following for the flight

Passport as have to record number on form

Pen to fill said form

Device if you want to stream their content

Ear plugs for said device.

Arrived

1725 Perth time or 1625 Island time.(will now talk island time)

Luggage collected 1730! Yes some delays.

Note that limited luggage trolleys. Hint is to be in front plane no further than seat 14 so can disembark early and grab trolleys

Got my luggage and my hire car no issue. No sat nav so just have a map to get to my accommodation. For those who know me and my infamous terrible sense of direction and inability to read a map it will come as no surprise I got comprehensively lost😁. Had a wonderful tour around and eventually found my accommodation. In my defense the map was not that accurate and when it came to the entrance to my unit it gave no information! Never say die and I just figured it out! Got here just on sunset! Now sitting at the pub 2 mins or less walk from my unit and right opposite the water. Really lovely. I am sitting on the pub veranda over looking the ocean in balmy evening slight breeze and waiting for my dinner and drinking a vodka and lime😁. I figured I deserved it!

Will send a photo of my hire car.Has seen better days but done plenty of driving in it now so getting it’s idiosyncratic ways😂.

Below sunset from the pub.

The unit is basic but has a huge bathroom, toilet and laundry. Full kitchen facilities. You can lay in bed and look out over the ocean. Has a lovely veranda with table and chairs looking over the ocean. Mind you I nearly collapsed my pelvic floor getting my case up the steps into the unit 🤣.

I have an orientation tour tomorrow morning though could have done with that before today 😏🤣.

BTW had lamb sliders and chips and not too pricey.

[threeletterslife]

Heyyy ms. chana !! ✨im not ded✨and I definitely haven’t lost interest in LoD !! uni just got me on a chokehold for a bit but now i finally have the time to savor every chapter of LoD🥰

BUT i couldn’t help myself okay?? I speed read (sped read?) chapter 14 and i got some theories brewing. Mr. i-saw-you-once-upon-a-dream is definitely jkayyy~ AND IM SO EXCITED FOR HIS CHARACTER

OKAY, so in the dream general min read about, i thinkk

- y/n’s origins are still unknown

- but we know she can wield fire now (solarian trait)

- But she always had that necklace (that was probably gifted to her by jk) and we know darlaeans use those stones to cast their spells (but how old, when and how do darlaeans get their stones?)

- and i think I remember my previous theory was that she was either from solaria that somehow ended up in darlae (bc she was thinking that hana seemed familiar & in the masterlist, the darlaean arc is “where we came from”)

- OR she might be from this ancient clan where solarian and darlaean powers & people were not separate and something big might’ve happened for their divide

- Soooo, in their argument

- I think maybe y/n discovered what happened in the past before the war/what caused the war

- Maybe she told jk that were never supposed to be enemies or that SHE was originally a solarian

- And he was probably outraged? disgusted by the idea?

- and maybe she told him this crazy idea that they should try communicating with the solarians to stop the war and direct their efforts to a bigger goal

- Which ofc he thought was absurd and he was probably really against her plan of infiltrating the solarian camp HERSELF

- And MAYBE he was even more enraged that she presented it to their “council” before telling him (and if their council existed, it might depend on who’s in it bc i think she would’ve hidden her real motives and said she’s doing it so they can sabotage the solarians from the inside if it had darlaeans who aren’t that keen to make peace with/cooperate with the enemy)

- maybe he eventually acquiesced to her plan or she did it anyway defying him (i think he’s also the darlaean general) and just went with the plan bc she’s there already

- tho im still not sure if the whole amnesia thing was part of the plan or not

- maybe it WAS part of the plan but it might’ve lasted longer than they/she planned bc i think those codes were to trigger her memories. And when the darlaeans/whoever was sending her the codes figured she still hasn’t remembered, they repeated the codes. (+ taehyung was smiling at her when he was taken as a prisoner but stopped when he realized she [still] didn’t remember him)

Or idk, for all we know jk was upset y/n drank his banana milk and jk threatened to eat her chocolate 🤷‍♀️

does y/n even like chocolate🤔

does chocolate even exist in their world🤔

Idc, i love me some chocolate💕

Wew, i’ll think more about it when i get to read the previous chapterss. That is all for now👀 but i shall return !! As always, thank you for the awesome story, ms. chana and take care💗!!

omg hello hello!! <3

these theories???? i am IN AWE. they are so detailed and interesting and so, so ASTUTE????? i obviously can't confirm nor deny any of them, but i like the way you're thinking!! (like you literally deadass wrote NOTES)

i imagined you with the red string and pin tacks and detective board and connecting the dots the whole time LOL i am literally so impressed. you need to definitely come back to this after the first few acts are posted and see how many of your theories were true!!!

also the part with the banana milk and chocolate. i relate. i love. i feel. we all love us some chocolate

so glad that you sent such an extensive list of amazing theories!!! i enjoyed walking through all of them :)))) literally thank you for sending me this because this surely made my day!!

[supernaturalgirl20]

This Isn’t Goodbye

Pairings: Dave York x f!reader

Warnings: allusions to sex, angst, death of character, grief/loss, pregnancy, being a widow and single mom.

Summary: Life must go on! Easier said than done when the man you love vanishes without a trace.

A/N: I have no idea where this came from 🤷‍♀️ anyway I might, MIGHT make this a short series we’ll see.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

They say that time heals all wound but you’ve come to learn that those wounds don’t heal, they scab and when your reminded of him it’s ripped off and you bleed again. Doomed to repeat the cycle over and over.

Today is one of those days.

The wave of emotion that washes over you as you lay on the bed, top rolled up as the doctor runs the wand along your stomach has tears forming behind your eyes.

He should be here. It’s all you can think when she tells you that baby is strong and healthy. He should be here you think when she tells you, it’s a boy. He always wanted to try again, to have a son. You wonder if he’ll look like him the way the girls do. Wonder if he’ll have his eyes, those beautiful chocolate brown eyes that you used to get lost in.

Left alone to clean up, you’re struck with the last memory you have of him. The night before he left forever. The night your son was conceived.

***

His hand grips your hip fiercely as he rolls his hips into you, slow, steady and with a precision only Dave could give. It’s different. Like he’s savouring every last inch of you and that sends a spark straight to your core.

“Dave,” you gasp as he hits that sweet spot deep inside and he groans into your neck at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

“Fuck..baby..I love you”. The words alone have you coming again, your cunt clenching tight around him, sending him over the edge as he spills inside you. He rests his body against yours as you both come down. It’s moment like this that you love. It’s just the two of you, together and it’s open and it’s honest and it’s raw.

You both lay like this for what feels like hours as you runs your fingers through his hair.

“Do you have to go? Can’t the guys handle this one?”

He lifts his head from your stomach and looks at you with eyes filled with love and guilt.

“I’ve got to make sure this is handled baby. I have to make sure you and the girls are safe.”

“We’re safe here, with you. Please don’t do this I have a bad feeling.”

He moves up your body then, his face level with yours as he cups your cheek in his hand. “I promise you I’ll be ok. I’ll come home and then I’m done. I’ll focus on my job with the government and maybe..maybe we could try for another baby?!”

“Another one? We don’t have enough in two?” You say a hint of teasing in your tone.

“Oh I want at least two more.” You look at him shocked until he laughs and you hit him on the chest. “Seriously though I’m done after this and I do want another baby, if you want that too?”

“Ok. You better come home to me York.”

“I promise.”

***

A week passed and when Dave didn’t arrive home you knew. Knew that Mac had won and he was dead.

He would never know that he got his wish. That you were going to have another baby. The morning you took the test there was a firm knock at your door. Rushing down the stairs hoping that it was him your heart sinks when Mac stands at the door. Anger seeps out of you as you hit him.

“You killed him. He’s dead because of you. I hate you.”

“He knew what he was doing. He killed my friend.”

“He had children Mac, two girls who don’t know what’s going on. You didn’t have to kill him.”

His eyes drift to the test in your hand and guilt flashes over his face.

“Oh yeah I’m pregnant,” you say with a dry humourless laugh. “A child who will never know there father because of you.”

“I’m sorry. I never wanted this to happen.”

“Your sorry won’t bring my husband back. Just go.”

Y/N…”

“I said leave. You’ve done enough.” You sigh when you close the door, slumping to the ground as sobs escape past your lips.

“Mommy! Who was that? Was that daddy?”

“No baby. Daddy isn’t coming back,” you say opening your arms wide to pull her into a hug.

***

It’s five months since that night and you have been trying so hard to keep it together for the girls. They needed you to be strong and you were for the most part but when you closed your bedroom door at night you would curl up on his side of the bed, wrapped up in one of his t-shirts and cry.

Lying there staring at the ceiling, your hand gently caressing you growing bump a loud frantic knock startles you. Grabbing the gun that Dave had given you, just in case, you slowly make your way downstairs trying to see who’s outside to no avail.

Taking the safety off the gun and putting the latch on the door you open it slowly. Eyes bulging when you see who’s standing there.

“Hi baby.”

“Dave?!”

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[jennagrinsoverml]

Fanfiction Year in Review - 2021

Thanks for tagging me, @kasienda! I love doing these kinds of things.

1. List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

The Closest Thing to Love

The Best Day of His Life

Love Without Weakness

La Soeur de Mon Coeur

The Walls Are All Come Down

Love Without Lies

You Know Where My Heart Is

Love Without Limits

Sex, Interrupted

She's (Not) Just a Friend

all this hope you sent into the sky (by now had crashed)

Sweet, Sweet Fantasy

On Bended Knee

In the Rain

You Can Run From Love

Lucky I'm in Love with My Best Friend

Love is Blind (posting begins January 8!)

Chat Noir's Christmas Spirit

The Night Before Christmas

19 fics. That’s absolutely crazy to me! This year has been such a year of growth for me as a writer. I’m really proud of that 😊

2. Number of words written:

Written: 167,183

Published: 127,756

Those numbers are a little inflated because they include all of Closest Thing when I had written probably half of it before I started posting. (I thought it was more than that when I began posting, but I ended up adding in a lot.) Still, that’s a ton and I’m proud of myself!

3. Your most popular fic:

The Closest Thing to Love

By A LOT. No surprise there lol. I guess I’m not the only one who loves drawn out fake dating/engagement with mutual pining.

4. Your personal fav:

The Closest Thing to Love 

🤷‍♀️ That’s probably going to be the case for a while.

Love Without Series is a close second though.

I talked about my favourites and why in the 2021 Creator Self-Love Extravagaza! post

5. Your fav scene:

Oh wow, this is hard. I’m having trouble even remembering what all I wrote haha. I think I’ll go with the ending of You Know Where My Heart Is. It’s actually hard for me to pick a part to excerpt because I love the whole thing so much, but:

"Marinette," he says, voice impossibly tender, resting a hand on either of her shoulders. "Talk to me, please. You know I'm in love with you. Is it really so terrible if you love me back?"

She gazes into the eyes that have pulled her back from the edge every time she's thought it was the end of the world. The eyes of the person who's had her back through everything. The eyes of the boy she trusts most in the world. She takes a deep breath. She can do this. This is Chat, she can talk to him.

"Chaton, we can't."

"Why not?" he asks. "If you love me... if you even think you could one day... I - if you just give me a chance, I'll treat you right. I'll take you on dates and buy you flowers and chocolates and - and anything you want. I'll try my best to make you happy, I promise."

Tears sting her eyes. Every word he speaks is a dagger to her heart, and he has no idea.

"I know," she croaks through the tightness in her throat. She clasps her hands, wringing them together. "Oh Chat, I know that already. You're going to be a wonderful boyfriend some day. You - you're amazing. You're everything I could want in a boyfriend: playful and funny and kind and sweet."

"Then what's the problem? Is it that other boy? Because—"

"The problem is that you're wonderful!" She stares down at her twisting hands. She needs to make him understand. "If - if we dated, I'd want to go on dates with you and introduce you to my friends and tell everyone I'm your girlfriend, that you're my boyfriend..."

"That sounds amazing," he breathes.

"It's incredibly dangerous, is what it is, Chat!" She snaps her eyes to his face. "We can't!"

Honourable mention to the cracky opening scene of La Soeur de Mon Coeur. I crack myself up haha

6. A fic or scene that challenged you:

The last two parts of the Love Without Series. I tend to be a spare writer who struggles with description, and getting into how Marinette and Adrien were affected by each other was a stretch for me compared to what I’d done before. I think it improved my skills as a writer a lot (and thank you so much @kasienda for your excellent beta work that really called out where I was falling short and pushed me to improve!!) I’m so happy with the final result, even if it took a while to get there.

7. A line of writing you’re proud of:

I could’ve chosen several because honestly I love a lot of my own writing (haha modesty what’s that?) I’m going to go with something recent and choose this line from the first scene of  You Can Run From Love:

Ladybug grabs him by his stupid bell, yanks down his stupid face, and crashes her lips to his stupid, stupid mouth.

I just really like it.

8. A comment that touched you:

Omg this is so hard to choose, I’ve gotten so many AMAZING comments. Seriously, y’all are the best, I love my readers so much!!!! I really feel phenomenally lucky to have had the amount of engagement with my works that I have.

I love all of the people who comment on everything as I post it, who binge my works and comment on everything in one swoop, my regular commenters, and especially my friends who are so wonderfully supportive.

If I have to choose just one, I’d say this comment from @sariahsue on chapter 6 of The Closest Thing to Love. In reply to my response to her comment, she wrote:

It's definitely believable. I can say their choices even seem inevitable, even as I'm mentally screaming at them to just confess! And the fact that each sentence solidifies that each think the other only views them as a friend? *insert the Pacha "these hills sing" meme* This whole fic is super well done. You've really dedicated a lot of time to making their interactions and conflicts shine. I can tell. Thank you for your effort on this story! I love it!

I put so, so much energy and thought into developing the conflict between Adrien and Marinette. I wanted their mutual pining to feel believable rather than drawn out just for the sake of drawing things out. So to hear that their choices seemed inevitable (!!!!) just made my life.

Honourable mentions go to all of the hilarious comments on La Soeur de Mon Coeur saying that this fic physically hurt them, the beautiful comments on Love Without Limits saying that it felt very realistic and true to them, and @ladyofthenoodle‘s comment on Love Without Lies, praising Marinette for being brave like “no fuck this i’m not gonna let my embarrassment get in my way i shaved my legs for this!!!” I laughed so hard.

9. Something that inspired your writing:

@chatonne-rousse

Seriously, so many of my fics have been inspired by my conversations with Rosie including  The Walls Are All Come Down, Sex, Interrupted and You Can Run From Love.

Love Without Weakness was inspired by me telling Rosie about how I love it when a person resists temptation in order to respect their partner and going “you know what I would love to see...?” and then it spiraled out of control.

And then Krispo left a comment on LWW asking for a trilogy. I’d gotten lots of requests for a sequel or continuation, but a trilogy specifically sparked the idea of doing a fantasy versus reality of sex pair of sequels to it, and thus Love Without Lies and Love Without Limits were born.

La Soeur de Mon Coeur was inspired by the Adrienette April prompt family. Specifically, I saw so many people posting such sweet takes on the prompts and my brain went “okay, but what if it wasn’t sweet? What if it was terrible?” lmaooo

Chat Noir's Christmas Spirit was inspired by my own life. I had a really rough time this holiday season and was not feeling the Christmas spirt. My mom hated Christmas growing up, so I projected a lot of the associated feelings onto Adrien, even though obviously the circumstances were very different. (And my mom is no Gabriel Agreste.)

The Night Before Christmas was also inspired by my own life. The last minute scramble to get the gifts wrapped Christmas Eve? That’s me every year. I also incorporated some of my family’s traditions, like the unwrapped Santa gifts. And I like to base the future Dupain-Cheng family on my own, which has two older boys and a younger girl. (The reveal at the end is not at all based on my life. I’ve never known I was pregnant a second longer than my husband haha)

Sex, Interrupted was similarly inspired by my own life, with the family make up and the bedtime routines. I won’t comment on the sexual aspects at all lol except to say that my kids have never walked in on us, thankfully.

10. Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

I’ve posted something every single month since last November, whether that’s a one-shot, chapter update or ficlet. I’m very proud of that!

11. Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

Finish Betrayal.

Finish the two sequels to my big bang fic, Love is Blind.

I have several other WIPs I’d like to get to a point where I can start posting at least, notably How to Catch a Son-in-Law and the Untitled Ladrien Secret Relationship Revealed fic I’ve teased before.

My biggest goal is to keep my posting streak alive lol

Tagging anyone who wants to do this 💖💖💖

[gloynporslen]

Day Twenty-Two: Chocolate

Pairing: 🤷‍♀️ technically past!R&R I guess?

Note: This is entirely Ariana and Rebecca, Rebecca-centric maybe I think?? It focuses on their relationship, not on a UB romance.

I think this is okay? Sort of? I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this primarily because I've never written Rebecca before and I'm sure I've gone and mischaracterised her massively but hey, at least I tried 😌

Tagging: all these wonderful darlings (please feel free to change your minds about being tagged at any time 💕) @lilyoffandoms @smalltowndetective @sosolenoo @pearlsandsteel

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“And the final touch?” Rebecca prompts, placing the cap back on the whipped cream.

“The choclate sprinkles,” the young child beside her answered confidently, nodding wisely at her own declaration.

“Ni- Ariana, they’re not sprinkles.” Rebecca corrects. The happy sparkle at using her new name is missing for once as the four-year-old rolls her eyes at her mother, much to Rebecca’s amusement.

“No, I know, mum. It’s just choclate powder.” She drawled dramatically, picking up the small brown pot. “But you sprinkle it, so that means they’re sprinkles of choclate.”

A smug smile took its place on her little face, very proud of her own logic, as she gently dusted the top of her whipped-cream laden mug with the powdered chocolate.

“Choclate sprinkles,” she reasserted with certainty. Rebecca watched as she examined her mug carefully from all angles, making sure the ‘sprinkles’ were to her utmost satisfaction. Rebecca had to admit, she indeed makes a remarkably compelling argument.

“Well, now how can I argue with that logic? You’re right, the final touch is the sprinkles of chocolate.”

Rebecca smiled softly at the proud grin that brightened her child’s face with her acknowledgement. The deep brown eyes Ariana possesses are so much like her own, yet in that moment, with that cheerful sparkle, all she can see is-

“Becca.”

No. She refused to follow that train of thought, refused to allow any grief to settle in. The ache in her chest that has only grown since… That ebbing and flowing ache, demanding to be noticed, is something she refuses to allow to take over. Not now. Not when her child, their daughter, is looking up at her, smiling with such pure affection, as she offers her the small pot to add her own dusting of chocolate powder atop her own drink. This is theirs. She won’t allow herself to ruin their special hot chocolate tradition. Any heartbreak will have to wait for tomorrow, because she’s not going to let anything take this away from them.

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26 years later and Rebecca’s sat, cooly reading a report, at the Warehouse’s kitchen table. Her attention fully captured by the words until the sound of something being placed in front of her breaks her concentration. She looks up with thinly-veiled confusion but Aria refuses to meet her eyes, a mug matching the one she’d just put down held within her own hands.

“It’s our- your special recipe.” She offers with a shrug, quite obviously trying to play off her actions as unimportant, insignificant even, though her awkward fidgeting gives away otherwise. “It took a while for me to get it just right on my own, what with… you know… us not really doing Christmas together for the past few years but uh…” Aria finally meets her eyes, the hesitant but unguarded hope in the deep brown causes Rebecca’s throat to tighten. “Things are different now, right?”

Rebecca swallows down the lump in her throat, both of them patently ignoring the glossiness both their eyes now possess. She nod with a watery smile, closing and putting down the file as Aria fumbles with her waistcoat.

“The cream’s already started to melt a little but… the final touch?” she offers, holding out the very same small, brown pot they used to use. Rebecca laughs softly at the sight, carefully taking the pot as she does.

“The chocolate sprinkles,” she warmly announces, lightly dusting the top of the cream with a thin layer of powder.

Aria groans as she takes a seat, hiding her head and smile in her hand.

“Oh god, because the powder is just sprinkles of chocolate.” They both laugh at her childhood logic. “You know, I can’t believe you let me get away with that.”

“Well, you technically weren’t wrong.” Rebecca watches with a small chuckle, the nostalgia warming her rather than hurting her as Aria mirrors her dusting before examining her mug carefully from all angles, ensuring the ‘sprinkles’ are to her utmost satisfaction. “It is a sprinkling of chocolate.”

Aria teasingly scoffs and rolls her eyes, bringing them both another moment of laughter as they smile and toast their hot chocolates.

“Feliz natal, mamãe.”

“Feliz natal, minha filha.”

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Yes, Aria kept a tiny pot of chocolate powder in her waistcoat pocket the entire day. No, she will not take criticism at this time. Nor will she reveal where she made the hot chocolate if Rebecca was in the kitchen the whole time. It was her warehouse room, she has moved both a mini fridge and a portable hot plate into there.

Thank you very much if you've made it this far! I hope it wasn't too much of a chore! Thank you, truly, for your time 💕

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[sassyfrassboss]

About Meghan's article of her wanting the book out. Meghan wants Finding Freedom releases now because she thinks it will set the record straight and make clear all what she suffered. BUT. How does she know what’s in the book if she hasn’t collaborated on it? I thought it was written without their endorsement 🤷‍♀️

Yep, Scobie even said that it was the people closest to the couple not the couple themselves. Once again, Meghan is throwing her friends under the bus. 

Scobie has lied so many times when it comes to this couple but yet we are supposed to take his word that Meghan had nothing to do with this book? Sure...and the road to Hell is paved with chocolate. 

That’s why this book is going to tank. It is going to be all about Meghan and how she has suffered. 

Here is what I predict: 

The Royal Family is KILLING it right now with their video chats and their togetherness. They are upping up their game and the public is eating it up with a spoon and begging for more. They keep going on like this for the next three months, their popularity is going to not only skyrocket but they will be seen as the bright lights that kept people upbeat during this pandemic. 

So let’s say for the next three months, the Royals keep churning out awesome videos of their chats with charities, family videos, Sophie keeps volunteering, Kate comes up with more projects that include the public, William keeps acting like the King-in-Waiting, Charles continues to pay his 200+ Duchy employees their full salaries out of his own pocket, Camilla does ballet, Anne is just ANNE, and the Queen throws down with at least one more EPIC and HISTORIC speech. 

At the end of three months what do you think is going to be the overall feeling towards this family? Pure LOVE! 

Also, let’s say...the UK is having all the good feels towards the BRF because of everything they have done during this pandemic. 

Dun Dun Duuuuunnnnnn...Meghan’s book comes out. 

Meghan is like: “poor poor me, wasn’t my life just AWFUL? This family just was the worst and made my life miserable! Let me tell you just how horrible they were so you can feel sorry for me while I sit in my $18m mansion in LA while the majority of you can barely afford to feed your families and I have turned my back on all of you!”

What do you think is going to happen? Do you think the press isn’t going to point out how this woman who quit the Royals in less than two years is now bashing on them and wanting sympathy from the British public after she bailed and then sat on her rump in an LA mansion while the rest of the family did their duty to the public. 

Then we will get reports about how Meghan knew NOTHING about the book and she never endorsed the book and how she once again has had her privacy invaded. 

That’s my prediction. 

[staysuki]

as I promised to practically nobody but I just really wanted to, here is the chaos of my thoughts and some theories about slc, it's a mess so I'm just posting how i was writing it in my notes while reading

- hyunjin tormenting y/n for apparently no reason since childhood (maybe he had a crush (?) back then and didn't know how to show it????)

- but wtf is his deal hurting her to the point she had bruises, chill out 💀 I will need a seriously good reason to even slightly justify that behavior

- candy is either hyunjin (still most likely) or felix because the two of them don't have y/n's number and others do so... they would find out by now

-candy "I have a sweet tooth" and hyunjin stealing that chocolate croissant at the cafeteria is kinda sus if you ask me 🤥

- I'm seriously waiting for some character to eat twix or smth to pinpoint candy (ik that would be too obvious huh,)

- pLS wonpil and bibi... they would be kinda power couple ngl

- idk who from the anons had the theory that bibi or somebody from the girls from the dorms is involved in the 🍃🍃🍃 business or smth, that would be a funny connection to seungmin

- candy going "busy" for a few days somehow made me think back then the first time that if candy is hyunuin, he's like going to be high and all for a few days? (even tho they mentioned just "one hit", but like seungmin said: magician never tells his secrets, so who knows how many he has up in his sleeves)

-BUT what if (I really don't how how tho) candy is seungmin and he knows (because he has her number later on for a project..maybe knows from the start because he's our "magician") and is kinda standing up for her (as I mentioned in one earlier ask) because he knows her sweet "chocolate" side and if he knows how hyunjin treated her (because childhood "friends") he is somehow involved with felix in that shady paintings business ?? like what if that convo about hwang being clueless and getting money wad between seungmin and felix (also photography is ARTS right??? 🤯🤯 and candy is finally pursuing artssss)

- also back to seungmin / candy theory -it kinda goes against my point earlier (that with phone number) but because "he likes to live easily" and mentioned that 🍃🍃 and stuff are good because he gets money and doesn't need to do a part time jobs, y'know... what if he has another phone??? just thinking 🤷‍♀️

- candy "spoiling myself from tonight" at the night of that orientation- they're getting high as a ceiling (????) so this makes my candy suspects hyunjin and seungmin now wtf is this mess right here 💀

- or with that second phone theory and bibi kinda being maybe involved in 🍃🍃🍃 business, how funny would that be for her being candy 😂 (I swear I'm just making up some dots to connect smth that's not even here)

- but candy said about that spoiling themselves night that "friends has some connections" so it either can be hyunjin talking about seungmin or seungmin about his supplier (would make sense to me 🤥)

if in the end it'll turn out to be hyunjin I'm gonna laugh at myself for making things so complicated, when sometimes the easiest option is the right answer 🤡

okay I'm like halfway through part 6 and I need to sleep, it's almost 2am so this is the most I can think of about some slc theories, goodnight 💕 and sorry for literally useless paragraph 😂-🦄

welcome to the theory pile~

- here’s an interesting non-spoiler spoiler, we’ll be having a very nice hyunjin pov written part in the future 😏. still very far off though, i don’t really know when i plan on revealing backstories but it’s in the very very back of the priority list rn because ✨thrill✨

-hmmm, they’re the two who doesn’t have her number huh, interesting point hm 🤔

-PLS 💀 you want me to just point it out directly huh. chapter 17 is going to be a written chapter and i drop mega hints in those so~ 😏

-power couple 😭😭 or drugs maybe

-haven’t seen one like this. interesting theory that maybe someone, whoever, has her number already knows. interesting~ seungmin and felix tag team vote for you huh 🤔 tbf, seungmin seems to be a very smart enTrEpReNEur, who else what kind of illegal money making business he has up his sleeve just so he could be swimming in cash 🤧

-A BURNER PHONE. he has a drug dealer burner phone 💀💀💀

-didn’t you just sus out felix as well 🤧

get some rest unicorn anon~ HSHSJDHSHD you did well 😌 i thoroughly enjoyed that read. v v fresh insights. you threw me aback with the seungmin ones, i like em 💓