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starryeyes2000 · 1 year

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 16

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Thanks to @arrthurpendragon for this incredible graphic!

Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt:

Cara’s shoulders inched down as tension ebbed from her body, she resettled her head on Leonard’s chest, pressing its left side into him. He deepened the embrace, tightening his arms around her. A soft sigh fell from her lips. One of his arms slid up her back, its hand cradled her neck, its thumb stroked her right cheek; his other arm encircled her waist, drawing their bodies closer. He tucked the crown of her head under his chin.

For him time ceased.

“Nothing distracts, sleep won’t come, it’s the dark you see,” her voice caught on the last word then whispered, “I’m scared.”

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1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt · 2 years

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Made of Sun / Tor T'Yel

by 1Shirt2ShirtRedShirtDeadShirt

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Trek: The Original Series

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV)

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock

Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura, Christopher Pike, Sam Kirk

Additional Tags:

Friendship

Fluff

Character Study

Developing Relationship

Pre-Relationship

Falling In Love

Dorks in Love

OTP Feels

Cute

Getting to Know Each Other

Personal Growth

insufferable fools

giga nerds unite

God help the Enterprise crew when the nerds find each other

Chess

Jim "a stack of books with legs" Kirk

"I am in control of my emotions" while wildin' Spock

Fluff and Humor

we need some laughter and good vibes right now fam

Summary:

As was tradition for the Vulcan, Spock felt a compulsive need to study and investigate anything new in his environment -- which included his new Captain. He certainly got more than he bargained for throughout his in-depth – if not borderline OCD – investigation.

The beginnings of the Kirk/Spock relationship as they get to know each other, and how doomed the Enterprise crew is to suffer them once they can't leave each other alone.

Notes:

Inspired by the Season One Finale of Strange New Worlds, I couldn't help writing what we are all dying to find out: How do the two first meet? What do they think of each other? How do they react to each other? What was it like, watching them go from co-workers to friends?

The title is inspired by a quote from Spock's autobiography where he describes Kirk's smile; featured at the end. <3

(Also expect a ton of gratuitous, shameless fan service because I am an insufferable fluff addict who wants the feels on my bus to go round and round. I won't be stifled.)

Enjoy!

- 1Shirt2ShirtRedShirtDeadShirt

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kennydoesart · 10 months

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So I have a MHA oc-insert fanfic in progress on the sacred fanfic website of all websites.

definitely self-indulgent b/c we need more Aro/Ace rep in fanfics in general so I though I guess I’ll have to do this myself. >:)

It’s about this kid named Flint Marshal who has been in containment since he was five years old by the Hero-Commission under a branch called S.T.R.A.Y. Not going to go too into it because of spoilers. Hah.

If you like world-building, emotional turmoil, humor, slow-build of plot, and mha, this is the fic for you!

Idk how else to convince you guys to read this...there will be dadzawa in the future??

Also I made a “front cover” of sorts?? So if you want more art read my fanfic please 🙏🏽

Happy 4th!!

Link is at the bottom! <3

#fanfic #mhafanfic #oc-insert #ocinsertfanfic #ao3 #mha #mhafandom #oc #art #digital art #digital artist #artist #ao3fanfic #ocfanfic

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spigutti · 1 year

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Post Reaping Capitol Train Day 2 Audio Recording

[Start Recording]

"Second day on the Capitol Train.."

"So, around noon we finally made it to the Capitol. Then we got taken up to the suites for each district."

"The Capitol is .... massive, to say the least."

"Not a fan, really. Wayyyy too many people. When we got off the uh.... the Capitol train, there were like, thousands of people cheering for us."

"They looked uhh,, wacky. Real wacky."

[Silence]

"As we- hmm. I don't know how to address this, really. I guess as 'we'." "So, as we know, I'm not super into crowds, and loud noises, and... pretty much anything like that."

"So... walking through a crowd like that was nothing short of hell. Before my parents.... 'disowned' me, they took me to a psychologist, like a top notch psychologist. To like... find out what's wrong with me."

"And he said that I had a lot of mental disorders, I guess."

"But like, what i'm trying to say is, he said that I had the most social anxiety he's ever seen. And he sees a lot of people."

"So yeah. I guess I have really bad social anxiety and it is bad."

"I uh..."

[Silence]

"I think maybe I.... uhm..."

"Had like a... panic attack. Yeah.. not like, hyperventilating or anything but... "

"Like... my face was probably super red, and hot..... and my back went like... numb? I don't know. But... Haymitch noticed, which is.. humiliating."

"He didn't say anything though. I probably looked like an absolute weirdo. I think he... like... stood a little in front of me or something. So people wouldn't see me as much? Maybe not."

"Maybe I'm just reading too far into it. I tend to do that a lot."

"Anyways, yeah. But it was pretty awful. Even if Haymitch didn't do that on purpose, I'm pretty appreciative."

"The peacekeepers took us up to the District 12 suite.. it's pretty big. There's a room for everyone. Even Effie. I think.... I think I like Effie. Not to be like.. mean or anything but I'm not very good at.. being friends with women."

"I just can't ... relate to them really. But I like Effie."

"In the suite rooms there's like.. these green chairs. I hate them. I hate those chairs."

"Awful chairs."

"Uhhhh anyway, tonight there's the Tribute Parade. We only have about an hour and a half after we get to the suite before we have to go down and get fitted in our costumes. Very nervous. I'm super nauseous."

"That's about it for now, I'll come back after the Tribute Prarade tonight."

"Signing off."

[End Recording]

#webbwrites #webb #hungergames #ocfanfic #selfinsert #audio recordings #grattatatatta haymitch is sexy #fanfiction #fanfic #self insert fanfic #self insert oc #he's so hot

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nicephere · 2 years

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chapter 3

day four

𓆩 Nyx 𓆪

It had been a day since I’d brought Eleni to the room under the mountain Ramiel. I’d discovered its existence four years ago when I was exploring the area near the mountain, and I’d stumbled upon the entrance accidentally. Of course, I hadn’t done anything with that knowledge as I didn’t really care too much. Yet now it was a perfect location to place my new obsession in for as long as I want.

A place no one really believes exists.

In fact, there was a whole network of rooms under Ramiel. I’d given Eleni the prettiest one I could find and spent the day after I saw her furnishing the room, filling it with faelights and regulating the temperature of the air and water.

I’d prepared three meals in a basket with fresh fruits and snacks for Eleni in case she got peckish. Along with several beverages in a spelled container to keep it cool. I hadn’t had long to fill the wardrobe with gowns that would fit her, but I had all the time in the world to do so.

Now that she was mine.

Night would fall soon, and I could go and visit her. I’d told her I’d spend a few hours of the day with her and then go back when it became night so she could sleep. However, I was doing the opposite as my absence during the actual daytime would cause my family to notice and question where I was going. I was going to do everything in my power to ensure Eleni stay hidden.

From everyone.

I sat at the dinner table alongside my parents, sister, aunts and uncles as they discussed their days. Would it be narcissistic for me to admit I didn’t care? Probably. My mind was occupied with thoughts of Eleni and I was counting down the minutes until I could see her again.

She was a little bit wary and wasn’t yet comfortable with my presence, but it wasn’t as if she had a choice. She’s going to fall in love with me whether she liked it or not. Because now I was in control. Her life was in the palm of my hand.

Every day she’d be there waiting for me to visit, and I admitted I could get off on that notion alone. I knew I was all she had beyond the walls of her rooms and the only window to the outside world. I knew how desperate she’d become and how the loneliness would push her to cling to me as time goes on.

And I’d be there to play the role of saviour, then destroy her in the process.

“Did you hear about Helion’s daughter?” My attention was sucked back into the conversation as soon as I heard that.

Their eyes were directed at me now. I donned a mask of slight surprise and confusion and shook my head. “No, I didn’t.”

My father, Rhysand, sighed, worry etching into his brows. “There was a fire where she was staying- destroyed the entire house. Her maid was badly injured, but Helion’s daughter was nowhere to be found.”

I tilted my head for added effect. “She’s missing?”

My mother, Feyre, answered this time, nodding. “Helion’s a mess. He thinks someone took her.” She fed a spoon of baby food into my younger sister, Selena’s mouth. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you or ‘Lena.”

Silence fell across the dinner table before Uncle Cass sensitively changed the topic of conversation. Soon dinner was over, and everyone retreated to their beds. By then it was just past midnight.

I went up to my room and locked my door before taking the basket of food and drinks I’d hid as well as some more clothes I’d acquired during the day.

If there’s anything I would thank my father for: it would be teaching me to winnow. Truly saves time when one has places to be or a beautiful girl waiting for them.

With one final check that no one would disturb my room during the night, I winnowed to Ramiel and made my way- albeit quickly- to the chamber that led to Eleni’s room.

Truly it was a sight worth waiting for when I entered her room and I saw her spring up from where she sat on the bed.

“You’re back.” I noted her attempt to hide the eagerness in her tone. Mother forbid she let me know how long she’d sat waiting for me.

But I knew. And it stirred something wonderful in me.

“Yes I am.” I said as I set the basket and clothes on her bed. “And I come bearing gifts.”

This time she didn’t bother slowing down as she tore open the basket and pulled out the various food items and the drinks I’d so tentatively prepared earlier.

“I hope it’s to your liking.” I remarked.

Eleni snorted. “With how hungry I am right now. Anything will be to my liking.”

I couldn’t help smiling as she scarfed down the first plate, a few fruits afterwards and chugged one entire bottle of water. Only when she sat back satisfied did I bring her attention to the clothes I’d brought with me.

Two day gowns, a nightdress and chemise. I had to become quite acquainted with female garments while I was hunting for these, and I hoped I’d gotten it right. “These are for you. Now I know it’s not much, but I’ll get you more soon. I’m sure you’ve seen there’s already some slippers in the wardrobe and underwear too.”

She bit her lip as she held up the dresses, rubbing the fabric under her thumb in contemplation. My attention was immediately drawn to her lip caught under her teeth. Prior to this moment, I had thought long and hard about how much I wanted to kiss those lips, but I knew that it would be a while before I could do that. Or could it?

“What do you think?” I asked.

Eleni tilted her head, “I much prefer gold. But for now, I suppose blue will have to do.”

I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair. “Well, if you have a special request, I’m going to need something in return.”

She frowned and dropped the dress. “What?”

“Nothing too big,” I shrugged. “Just a kiss.”

Without a second thought the word ‘no’ left her mouth. I may had been offended if I hadn’t caught her eyes as they dropped to my lips for a moment. Soon enough a smirk graced my own.

“Well, it looks like these are the only dresses you’re going to have for a while then.” I wasn’t above mild blackmail. Even in the form of dresses and kisses. I’d accepted I was going to do a lot of fucked up things when it came to Eleni.

She blinked in surprise before genuinely contemplating my proposal. It didn’t take long before her desire for more gowns overwhelmed her pride. “Fine.”

I didn’t move as she leaned closer to me. Only when her eyes fluttered shut did I crush my own lips to hers in a rather heated kiss. Despite her earlier temperament, she melted into my embrace and returned the kiss for what only felt like a moment before she pulled away.

“There.” She said, her voice slightly breathy. “Tomorrow, I want those dresses.”

#acotar #nyx acotar #smut #fanfic #acotarfanfic #ocfanfic #lemon #sin #toxic #abusive #stalker #spicy #romance #hot romance

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raybansandcoffee · 3 years

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for the first time in forever...

there are words on a page!

Yup, I just managed to use a Frozen song to talk about my writing. I couldn’t resist because I’m that big of a nerd.

So unfortunately for anyone who has read any of my past work, it’s not tied to any of my previously published stories. Adventure of a Lifetime and my LA Harry Styles series are still on hold. I want to finish them, I swear. But trying to climb my way back into that is just a LOT, especially considering everything I’ve written for them in the last nearly 2 years, has been a struggle.

I’ve hated everything I’ve written since early 2020. Until this. And last night/early this morning I passed 10,000 words. That’s not something I’ve been capable of doing in a very, very long time. I feel so overjoyed that I haven’t completely deleted everything I’ve written in this. I actually like what I’m writing. In fact, the only edits I’ve made are to go back and add more to parts. I’m also going MUCH easier on myself. This isn’t a 10,000 word per chapter novel like so many of my other stories have been. 10,000 words in this is the start of Chapter 4 and also includes character descriptions and a timeline for a story.

I’ve set realistic expectations for myself of how much I can write, how much time I can devote to it while not completely giving up on everything else in my life. I honestly haven’t even decided if I will publish it. I know people love what I’ve written and that means SO much to me, but I am fearful of reactions if I post something new while I have two unfinished published pieces out there already. But truthfully, so far, it’s one of my favorite things based on what I’ve written and what my ideas are. It’s AU/FanFic, ya know, my realm of writing. My main character is a writer struggling with life and her work (face claim is Sophia Bush for those curious) and my main male character is an AU Sebastian Stan. I feel like I’m writing a Hallmark movie that includes a lot of snark, many many swear words and obviously the one thing all Hallmark films are missing, sex.

It is clearly still very early stages. I have two friends acting as beta readers and my Mom lets me read what I write to her. So far she also loves it. If you’re interested in beta reading, feel free to reach out. It might take a while before I feel okay sharing it. I at least need to get farther along so that I can have a NICE bubble so I’m not publishing all my finished work and then make everyone wait, especially if this wave of creativity is short lived and my writer’s block returns.

If you read all of this, thank you. If you’ve read anything I’ve ever written, thank you. I’m sorry to disappoint readers by being unable to write the way I’d like to, but I have to allow myself grace to care for myself and focus on my business. Life has been anything but easy for me the last couple of years so finding my way back to my writing feels like I’m home.

xo. Annie

Oh and since it’s a Sebastian Stan AU let’s make the world a better place...

#writers block #writers block sucks #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #Sebastian stan #Sebastian stan au #Sebastian stan fanfic #ocfanfic #oc fan fic #oc fan fiction #oc fanfic #oc fanfiction

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tvfanatic · 3 years

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ivy chapter 2

#svu #law and order svu #law and order: svu #law and order organized crime #svufanfic #ocfanfic #elliot stabler #olivia benson #mine #oliviet

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diamondandpearlkai · 4 years

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Chapter 10 is here and it is filled with tooth-rotting family fluff. You will love it.

#pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #melony pokemon #cala #gym leader gordie #Gordie pokemon #Pokemon fanfiction #Pokemonoc #Ocfanfic #Pokemonswsh #Melonfam #Melony #Gordie

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lilteamushroom · 4 years

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Mirajane-the flower tattoo

Mina approached Mira who was sitting comfortably on the couch in the dorm room. Mira had a notebook and was writing down something while sketching something too. Ochako, Jirou and Tsuyu were on the other couch watching some nature show on the TV. Denki was sitting on the floor watching the show too. Mina leaned over the couch to see what Mira was doing. She saw beautiful sketches of different types of flowers.

“Wow! Mira those are so pretty!” Mina beamed going around the couch and plopping herself next to her.

“Thank you Mina.” Mira answered. Mina saw the notebook with the different flowers written with it looked like the meanings of the flowers.

Mira heard the microwave turn on. Assuming it was Shoto, warming up his leftover noodles from the night before.

“What are the flower definitions for?” Mina asked Mira. Mira smiled. By this time ochako turned off the Tv and got closer to Mira so she could hear what the flowers meant. Tsuyu, Jirou did the same. Denki was already fairly close being on the floor.

“Flowers mean a lot to my island. It’s a huge part of our culture.” Mira started but was cut off by Shoto.

“Sorry to interrupt. I would like to know more about your island.” Shoto stayed as he sat down on the other side of Mira.

“It’s okay Todo. I have been wanting to talk about my island for a while now.” Mira started setting her pen down.

“I’m my family, symbolism is a huge part of our island and family. All children born of the Motuchin-gu family must have a tattoo along the line of their spine when they turn 16 years old.” Mira looked at the different flowers.

“Girls get a tattoo of a plant and boys get a tattoo of the sea. I have decided to go with a flower but I’m not sure which one to go with. The tattoo is very important to my family so it’s not something I just decide over night. My birthday is in 3 months. I must have a tattoo design by that time.” Mira explained.

“Wow you get a tattoo at such a young age! That’s badass!” Denki exclaimed.

“Is that all you got from that?” Jirou asked. Denki shrugged which made Mira giggle.

“It is pretty badass but it’s important.” Mira marveled.

“So it’s part of your culture?” Shoto asked. Mira nodded her head.

“From choosing it to getting the tattoo is all part of our tradition. Though getting the tattoo isn’t as fun.” Mira said looking to the floor.

“Oh you have a fear of needles!” Ochako exclaimed as she connected the dots.

“Well... my family does it traditionally. So how you would get a tattoo from a hundred years ago.”

“How did they do it back then?” Tokoyami asked “You were listening to that conversation?” Tsuyu asked putting her thumb on her chin.

“I was there the whole time.” He remarked

“Yeah standing there in the dark.” Mina glared.

“Enough! Get back to how they do the tattoo!” Denki snapped at them. They all looked back at Mira.

“Well today they use a tattoo machine where the artist uses a tattoo gun. We use traditional tattooing techniques. All part of a ceremony to celebrate coming of age. We use a technique called bamboo striking “

Mira took her pencil and pen.

“Can I use your arm Kaminari?” Mira asked him sitting on the floor. A slight blush came upon his cheeks.

“Yeah sure!” He chimed.

“Set your hand down on the table.” Mira said getting out of her seat and sat next to Kaminari. He set his arm out his palm facing up. “Imagine the pen is a piece of bamboo. Except it is smooth and has many sharp points at the end of it.” Mira faced the head of the pen on his arm in between Kaminari’s elbow and wrist. Mira took the pencil and set it on top of the pen.

“The pencil would be a think solid stick.” She started to tap the top of the pen with the pencil.

“The stick will hit the bamboo at just the right pace and force for the needle to go far enough into the skin to make it stay.” Mira focused as she tapped the pen. She made a sun that was sloppily made but it was recognizable. Mira stopped and set her pen and pencil down.

“That sounds painful.” Ochako stammered as she shivered at the thought of having to get a tattoo like that.

“Interesting.” Shoto inquired.

“What are you guys talking about?” Kirishima asked coming into the main room with Bakugou shuffling in behind him

“Mira is getting a tattoo!” Kaminari cheered.

“What!?” Bakugou and Kirishima said at the same time.

“I’m getting it because it’s part of my families tradition!” Mira defended herself.

“Dude!” Kirishima smiled. “Yeah but they have to use a sharp bamboo stick and a stick” Tsu said picking up the pen and pencil, tapping at the top of it.

“That’s. So. Manly.” Kirishima exclaimed.

“What you getting a tattoo of?” Midoriya asked coming into the room.

“I know I want a flower but I don’t know what kind of flower.” Mira remarked.

“Why a fuckin flower? Why not a dragon or something cool?” Bakugou scoffed.

“Because girls in the family get some sort of earthly plant and the boys get something that comes from the sea.” Mira glared at him. “Besides my sisters all have flowers and I want to have a flower too.” Mira sneered at him.

“I still don’t get the plants thing.” Kirishima asked.

“Each plant, animal and element symbolizes something. For example I would say Bakugou would be a peony flower because it symbolizes anger.” Mira explained to them.

“That’s actually pretty cool” Jirou stated.

“What island are you from?” Momo asked.

“Have I not told you about my family and island?” Mira asked

“All we know is that you have royalty in your blood and you came from an island.” Ochako stated. Mira could feel her cheeks heating up. Mira suddenly jumped up from her seat, stood in front of them and bowed to them.

“It is my sincere apology that I haven’t shared more about myself and my island.” Mira apologized

“It’s okay Mira.” Shoto said to her calmly as he went up to her. Mira came up from her bow to Shoto’s beatiful but tense eyes. His turquoise eye on his left side reminded her of the ocean back at her island while his brown-gray eye reminded her of the Western Kingbirds wings.

“We can plan a day when you can tell us everything about your island.” Shoto smiled at her which made Mira blush even more. She smiled and looked at the rest of them.

“Would the rest of you like to know more about my island?” Mira asked. Ochako jumped up. “Yeah I would love that!” She said happily. Mina got up and grabbed Mira’s hands and held them tight.

“I can’t wait to learn about your island.” She said

“Yeah! I have a hard time paying attention in class but I think I could pay attention!” Kaminari remarked. They all said something about how they wanted to learn about her island. Except Bakugou but Mira made a deal with him.

“Hell no.” Bakugou said.

“Come on man.” Kirishima said putting a hand on Bakugou’s back which Bakugou swiped away. Mira went up to Bakugou who was about 4inches taller than her.

“You listen and actually pay attention to what I have to say about my island, I will take you on in a fight.”

A few gasps were heard as Bakugou smirked.

“Like a weak ass fight or a hold nothing back fight?” Bakugou questioned. Mira crosses her arms.

“All in. I won’t hold back to you.” Mira insisted. Katsuki chuckled.

“You got balls. I respect that.” He said to her. She held out her hand. He took a firm grip on her hand to shake it.

“You got yourself a deal.” Bakugou grinned as he let go and turned around and headed back to his room.

Midoriya went up to Mira.

“Mira, are you sure you want to fight him?” He asked her.

“I don’t think I have a choice. But yes. I want to fight him.” Mira stammered.

Ochako put her hand on Mira’s back.

“Your strong Mira.” Mina encourages Mira. Mira smiled and nodded as she sat back down on the couch.

“All this from a tattoo.” Mira laughed trying to lift the tension in the room. Shoto and Mina sat back down next to her.

“I still have to choose a flower.” Mira sighed slouching back onto the couch.

“I’m sure you’ll think of one.” Shoto remarked to her.

“I hope so.”

#ochako urakara #my hero academia oc #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #ocfanfic #i didnt spell check

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dressed-up-messed-up · 4 years

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This is titled Late Night but tumblr yeeted the title thing so WHATEVER I guess.

May is mine, but Lo is @ursuladecayart /. @ursuladecay (ones just art, the other is her main I’m sure. Tagging both so you guys can check out her content!)

May was the kind of girl that knew what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it.

If she knew what she wanted ahead of time, it was almost assured that she could plan our every detail of what she would do, and when, and even plan what to do if things went wrong.

Why else would she have money in the bank, but also money wrapped up in a neat little briefcase under her mattress with a code that only she knew?

Nonetheless, despite her careful planning, May wasn’t one to be excluded from strange things happening to her.

Of these strange things to occure to her was the mere existance of a strange person.

Their name was Lola, given at birth, but they went by Lo, something May figured out when they first ordered a coffee at the cafe she worked at.

They had black and white hair (May presumed it was dyed, similar to her own Ariel-esque hair), with punk attire and even a leather jacket (May was envious- she always adored leather jackets).

Despite Lo’s harmless appearance, May had the same feeling she did when she saw a colt - the same feeling that this person was dangerous in their own right, and she’d better be careful.

Not as careful as with a colt, as those could and would mercilessly murder a person, but the point was the same.

Their interaction had been normal, nothing of extreme worth in many other people’s minds.

“Hello, welcome to Heartbreak Cafe! My name is May, what can I getcha off the menu today, folks?”

“Just an egg wrap, and a coffee.”

“Sugar?”

“You calling me a name, or asking if I want sugar in my coffee?” Lo had given a small wink, making Mays lips curl into a genuine smile.

“A bit ‘a both, sug.” She returned the wink, even giving a small giggle at the end of her line.

“Well, I’ll have both them, if you’d please.”

She’s written down the order, even though she didn’t need to since her memory was well and good. She took Lo’s friends order, and had their order out in moments.

Although sad to see Lo leave, she couldn’t help but notice that Lo had left their phone on her counter.

This wasn’t uncommon for customers - when scrolling through their feeds, they tended to simply... put their phone down, and forget it.

May was guilty of leaving her keys once, so she wasn’t judge mental to those who did this.

Despite the multitude of plates she’d been carrying at the time, she’d been able to open Lo’s phone (why didn’t they have a lock? She thought it was odd, but again, she wasn’t going to tell a cute stranger that they needed better security).

Although mostly good at heart, she didn’t hesitate to put her phone number in. After chasing down Lo and returning to their phone (and promptly being told to go home by her manager, since she had been working all day), she almost forgot about the incident entirely.

Until, that is, she recieved a text from Lo.

“Is the option of being called Sugar available?”

At the time, May had been drinking some wine, so she’d almost choked on it when she read the text.

The redhead was always getting flustered at genuine flirting, so to find out that Lo held some level of interest in her was going to send her to an early grave.

“I can call you other names if you want; heard a lot of people prefer Honey over Sugar.”

She’d debated on sending the text for a long time, pressing her cool hand to her ever-warming cheek. What would they do? Would they think she was weird?

Well, only one way to find out.

After the text had sent, she didn’t expect one for a long while after. It had taken them hours to text her the first time, after all.

However, her phone dinged just moments later.

It was Lo again, responding much faster than before.

“What if I like sugar and honey?”

“Well I suppose I’ll have to call you ‘moon pie’ then.”

“What’s a moonpie?”

“Look in the mirror, hun, and you’ll see the sweetest thing in the whole South - that’s what a moon pie is.”

“I wouldn’t mind being moonpie, then.”

“It’s a good thing they’re my favorite sweet, then, hm?”

May was growing more entertained by Lo already. She was absolutely facisnated by how Lo kept a conversation going just by their earlier teasing of pet names.

“Do favorite sweets always get the cute girls numbers put into their phone when they leave them behind?”

Mays face turned red. Busted. Before she could respond with some half-assed excuse of how that’s totally not what happened at all, she recieved another text.

“Because if so, I’ll have to start leaving my phone at your counter more often.”

Again, she took a moment to respond.

Back home, she was just May, the farmers daughter. She was May, the babysitter that everyone knew growing up. She’d worn dirty overalls and jeans, scoffed up ratty shoes and hand me downs.

She wasn’t May, the waitresss with the nice dresses. She wasn’t known for shopping, or wearing dresses that sparkled in the lights, or high heels.

She wasn’t used to anyone showing such genuine interest in her.

“That implies you’ll come to see me more often. If that’s the case, I’ll have a new favorite customer.”

Why did she send that?! Did she want to lose someone interesting?!

The phone dinging kept scaring her - pure silence of drinking wine, and then the loudest ding possible.

Constant heart attacks made hearts stronger, she heard.

“You would be implying correctly. ;) “

Gosh, she sure was falling hard and fast.

“Can a waitress get to know her customer a bit better so she can personalize their experience?”

“Sure thing~ ask away.”

She didn’t know what she was doing, but she was determined to figure out this Lo person in the next twenty questions in the least creepy way possible.

For the next twenty questions, she asked Lo as much as she could about them. They seemed patient, amused even by Mays questions, even after they went past 20.

As the clock began to near midnight, Lo sent another message.

“One question from me before we both head to bed.

Would you mind going to grab a coffee so we can keep playing 20 questions?”

May had no objections, typing back ‘yes’ faster than anything before.

The two relaxed into their beds, May holding onto her pillow.

She was so happy and exited, it was difficult to sleep.

This was going to be the first time she was going on an actual date!

Oh, sugar peas.

This was going to be fun...

It’s currently 2 am and I’m struggling to stay awake, pretty sure it’s time I went to bed. After I figure out Los personality more, I’ll start doing POVs for th and actually trying g to write them.

Goodnight everyone!

#my writings #my writing #writing #ocfanfic #ox x ox #texting

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starryeyes2000 · 10 months

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Episode 2: That Hug

Extra Scenes, Codas, and Other Stuff (SNW Season 2)

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Pairing: Pike & Una; hints of Pike x Una

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 462

Summary: Deleted scenes, character development, and other odds and ends for Strange New Worlds Season 2. Contains spoilers.