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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 months

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CFWC F/AotWeek Mar 3 - 9, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA |🔹Submitted by creator

BACHELORETTE PARTY

Gardenia in Blossom ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| BP NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Blades Full Listing Week Ending March 9, 2024

BLOODBOUND

Hide Me In Thy Wounds - Part 2/2 ✒️🔹| Gaius Augustine x MC - @gaiuskamilah

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes of Passion Drabble ✒️🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Gabriel Rose 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms

Home Without Part 3 ✒️🔹| m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @thosehallowedhalls

Kiss and Say Goodbye 🎨🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @/artbyainna (C: @jerzwriter)

Lilah Rose (COP F!MC) 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Royalty Over Loyalty ✒️| f!Trystan Thorne x M!MC - @kwaj115

Trystan Thorne Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms

What Doesn't Killy You (Series) ✒️| Sebastyan Thorne, Marguerite Thorne, Trystan Thorne - @choices-ceri Chapter 2

THE CURSED HEART

Kieran x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @bri1234

Oleander Fanart 🎨 by @artbyalz

ENDLESS SUMMER

Never Had a Friend Like Me: Part 1 ✒️ | Diego Soto & MC - @marmolady

GUINEVERE

Lancelot du Lac 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @lilyoffandoms

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 🎨 by @sadxlee

Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 2 🎨 by @sadxlee

Esme (ID F!MC) 🎨 by @artbyalz

IT LIVES WITHIN

Freesia Gaze ✒️🔹| Abel Flints x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Martin Vanderweil Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

The Three Fates 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Original Characters - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

MOTHER OF THE YEAR

Levi & Lily Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Zoey 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

MULTIPLE STORIES

Choices MCS 🎨by @cassiopeiacorvus

NIGHTBOUND

Forever Royal ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Open Heart Full List Week Ending March 9, 2024

QUEEN B

I'm Not Needed, Never Will I Be ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Ina Kingsley x MC - @kwaj115

RED CARPET DIARIES

Classic Hollywood Glamour 🎨| Thomas Hunt by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @storyofmychoices

Happiest of Birthdays 🎨| Thomas Hunt x F!OC by @weetlebeetle (C: @theartoflovingthomashunt)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 19: Built to Last

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 20

Hirbawi ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Drake Walker x MC - @petiteboheme

Maxwell Beaumont x MC 🎨by @bombomangooo

Princesa Real (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @belencha77 Chapter 1: El Amor no Existe Chapter 2: Erase Una Vez 🔹

The Royal Romance: Once Upon a Time (Chapter 2) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @fadingreveries

SUNKISSED

You're Always Going to be a Wildflower ✒️🔹| Nate, F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

THE UNEXPECTED HEIRESS

Christie Jane Hayes (MC) 🎨@lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

WISHFUL THINKING

Amaryllis Bliss ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Jamie Lewis x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

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choicesmonthlychallenge · 2 months

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🪷 Week One: March 01-03

[March Prompt List] || [Weekly Masterlists]

Thank you to everyone who has participated in just the first 3 days of the month. I hadn't planned to do the first masterlist until the 10th, but there was 15 submissions in just those 3 days so I thought why not!!! Thank you for sharing all of your creations with us! You are amazing!!! Keep creating!!! (please let me know if I've missed any)💛💛💛

⟢Blades of Light & Shadow:⟢

Baby's Breath 🎨 [Mal x MC] by @lilyoffandoms

Flower: Wildflowers 🎨 [Blades MC] by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Pillow Talk Under the Sun 🖊️ [Mal x MC] by @storyofmychoices

Until the stars fall from the sky 🖊️ [Tyril x MC] by @thosehallowedhalls

⟢Bloodbound:⟢

I picked these for you 🎨 [Kamilah x MC] by @vampirkit

⟢Endless Summer:⟢

Sean 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

⟢Guinevere:⟢

Lancelot du Lac 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

⟢High School Story:⟢

Count the Red Roses 🖊️ by @aallotarenunelma

⟢Laws of Attraction:⟢

Flower: Goldenrod 🎨 [LOA MC] by@oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Flower: Wisteria 🎨 [LOA MC] by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

⟢Mother of the Year:⟢

Zoey Day 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

⟢Nightbound:⟢

Fantastic Beasts 🖊️ [Nik x MC] by @ladylamrian

⟢Open Heart:⟢

Kisses like spring flowers 🎨 [Bryce x OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices ; art by irdeinfierno (IG)

⟢Sunkissed:⟢

You're Always Gonna Be A Wildflower 🖊️ [Nate || MC] by @aallotarenunelma

⟢The Cursed Heart:⟢

Elam 🎨 [TCH MC] by @lilyoffandoms

#choices march challenge #choices monthly challenge #march2024 #march2024 masterlist #the cursed heart #sunkissed #open heart #nightbound #mother of the year #laws of attraction #high school story #guinevere #endless summer #bloodbound #blades of light and shadow #choices #playchoices #choices game

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dailylovenikki · 4 months

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Hello friends! I have returned from my long hiatus with a poll. For science! What ship involving nikki is your favorite? If you could, please reblog once you vote!

#shining nikki #shining nikki suits #love nikki #nikki #shining nikki global #love nikki global #love nikki dress up queen suits

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the-hinky-panda · 7 months

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Strings: Part I

Title: Strings

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.

She looks like you, that’s the first thing that strikes Les.

Her posture, straight and tense, the waves of hair falling over her shoulders, the serious set of her mouth. It isn’t until he enters the small diner and approaches the table that he realizes her nose and eyes are not like yours at all.

They’re a Packer’s.

The eye color is a mix, blue and green, like an unsettled sea. But the shape is most definitely Packer.

“Zoey, I presume?” As if she could be anyone else.

She nods once, those eerie eyes studying his face. “Mr. Packer.”

He hears one of his guys snort from a couple booths over. Hoosier from the sound of it. He wasn’t sure if this was a set up or not so back up was a must. Now, he’s regretting that decision. With a heavy sigh, he slips into the booth across from her. He doesn’t know if she knows anything about him, or Isaac. What you told her about her father. He doesn’t have enough information going into this meeting so he does what he always does in these situations: get the other person to talk.

“Alright, say what you have to say.”

She reaches under the table and pulls out a stack of slightly yellowed envelopes, all tied neatly together with a fraying blue ribbon. “My mom told me where to find these letters, in case anything happened to her.” She pushes them with shaking hands across the scratched formica towards him. “There’s not too many Les Packers in California. I just assumed…”

He recognizes the ribbon, remembers when he gave it to you, and fights the urge to reach out and touch it. He had used it to tie the stems of wildflowers together in a poor excuse of a bouquet when he had asked you out to some music in the park festival in Redlands. The next day, after the wildflowers had been arranged in a canning jar with water, you used the ribbon to tie your hair back away from your face while you played the guitar on a dilapidated back porch. He can still remember what the curve of your cheek felt like under his fingers, soft as the satin of the ribbon.

He clears his throat. “So something has happened to your mother?”

Zoey nods. “Yeah.”

“Is she…” even after sixteen years of distance, he still can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“No, but it’s bad. She’s in a coma.”

“For how long?”

“Six days today.” Zoey folds her hands in front of her and Les sees the ring on her middle finger. A small sterling silver band with a teardrop piece of turquoise.

“Your mama give you that ring?”

“No,” she turns it around her finger nervously. “I found it with the letters. In a safety deposit box. Do you want it-”

It’s a cheap thing he bought from a street vendor in San Diego. You had loved it, the colored veins in the blue rock. You had called it a piece of art and he handed over a twenty dollar bill for the treasure. He shakes his head. “Nah. Tell me what happened to your mom.”

“She was in an accident. On her motorcycle. She was coming back from a music recital at the middle school when a drunk driver clipped her. The police said she skidded across the road and h…h…hit a tree.”

That’s a nasty type of accident and it sounds like a miracle that you’re just in a coma and not dead. “Do you think that’s what really happened?”

Zoey’s entire face clouds over, tears gathering quickly in her eyes. “Yeah. The police arrested the guy.”

“So what am I here for?”

She pulls out another envelope, thick and wrinkled. “Here. It’s not a lot, about $560 but it’s all I have.”

He glances in the envelope and finds mostly $10s and $5s. “Where did you get this money?”

She fiddles with the fraying end of a braided bracelet around her wrist. “I’ve always saved up money. It’s just my mom and me. Some months are harder to pay the bills than others so I save up what I can to help when that happens.”

Les closes the envelope and sets it down on the table between them. It pains him to no end to hear that you’ve had to struggle financially because of him. Because of Isaac. And what little bit he had tried to do for you, to help ease that burden, wasn’t enough. “How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

He nods in understanding. “CPS is starting to snoop around.”

Zoey uses a shaky hand to wipe away her tears. “Yeah. They’re talking about putting me in a foster home. I overheard the lady tell the doctor that they need to get me in placement as soon as possible for when my mom…” She chokes down a sob. “My best friend in school is in a foster home. She says it’s terrible. She sleeps on the floor, has to take care of the younger kids and work a part time job. And the father…”

God, what is wrong with the world? Like he needed that confirmation to make his decision. He slides the money back over to her, along with the letters. Her face falls, thinking he’s going to say no. He’s failed in protecting you and your daughter. He’s not about to let that mistake continue. He’s stayed on the sidelines for far too long.

“What hospital is your mama in?”

#Les Packer x you #Les Packer x reader #Les Packer soa #Les Packer mayans #Les Packer fic

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lovechoices · 2 years

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Can I request jealous poppy x mc where she finds out ab what happened between her and ina

Falling Back Together | Poppy Min-Sinclair

| Summary: Poppy finds out about Bea and Ina (request)

warnings: light angst; light cursing

pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Bea

word count: 2,651

A/N: So sorry that this took so long to post! I promise that in the future fics will be out sooner. Also, this is one of the first things I've written after not writing for a while, so I'm a little rusty. I hope you enjoy!

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Over the past few weeks, her and Bea had become unlikely friends. It started with just accidentally running into each other in the campus library. They steered clear of each other for the most part at the beginning, but then late one night, one of her heels broke as she was leaving.

She tripped, dropping all her books in the process. Bea being the “good girl” that she was, came over to help her. She even offered to let Poppy wear her shoes until she made it home. Of course, Poppy refused at first, but then the thought of walking barefoot all the way back to the Zeta house made her reconsider.

So, Bea walked her all the way home. Poppy was literally walking in her shoes while Bea was in socks. Her rival tried making small talk with her, but she wouldn’t budge, staying silent the whole way.

It wasn’t until they got back to Zeta house that she spoke. “As much as it pains me to say this. Thank you for letting me borrow your shoes” she said. Bea just laughed a little “You’re welcome. And just so you know, I’m not as bad as I seem once you get to know me”

Poppy doesn’t know why, but there was something in that laugh that made her take pause. Made her think that maybe there was more to this girl than met the eye. She couldn’t let Bea know that though. Could never let anyone know that she had misjudged. So instead, her pride had her spitting out “I highly doubt that” as she started making her way inside. “This was a one-time thing farmville. It’ll never happen again”

Except it did. Bea kept walking her back home. Every time trying to get a conversation going, much to Poppy’s annoyance. However, since they usually had these walks from the library so late at night with no one to see them, she tolerated it. She tolerated it every day until she noticed that she actually looked forward to their late-night walks.

She started engaging in conversation more. They started talking about classes at first but then the subject would change to what kind of music they liked, which books they loved. And Poppy loved every second of it.

The walks became their own little secret. Something that no one else knew about. It became an unspoken rule that they would act normal around the other students at Belvoire. Keeping their rivalry for top spot alive. Occasionally, they would text each other, but that was still something new.

Which is why it isn’t unusual for Poppy to start reaching for her phone to text the girl. That is, until she suddenly hears Bea’s voice, the sound stopping her movements.

She can tell someone is with her. She can hear the giggling and the shushing coming from just a few rows down. Poppy is holding a copy of the book that her walking buddy had so enthusiastically recommended.

At first, she just thinks that Bea is with Zoey. Until she hears a different voice instead. “Come on Bea. This isn’t funny” It can’t be she thinks. Her mind races because there is no way that voice belongs to who she thinks it does.

Quietly, she makes her way over to the end of the row. Trying her best to sneak a peek from behind the bookshelves, she finds Bea on one of the couches, straddling none other than professor Kingsley. “I don’t think we need that book anymore, do you Ina?”

Ina? So, they are on a first name basis she thinks. Poppy watches as Bea and professor Kingsley play out their little punishment games. There’s an ache in her chest, one that she can’t quite place. All she knows is that she can’t stay here anymore. She needs to leave.

She starts making her way out until she realizes she’s still holding the book that Bea recommended. The cover for “Criers War” staring back at her. Poppy was a little excited when she first walked into Bindings, wanting to read the book they talked about. Looked forward to reading it and then talking about it with Bea on one of their walks but now… She wanted nothing to do with it. Leaving the book on a random shelf, she storms out and heads home.

Poppy feels like she might throw up and her heart is pounding a mile a minute. She’s never felt anything like this before. She can’t explain this feeling. It almost feels as if her heart is breaking. But it couldn’t be that. Could it?

She stops, replaying every encounter she’s had with Bea over the past couple of months. The way her insides would warm whenever Bea laughed, or the way she started to do anything just to see that smile form on her stupidly adorable face. How her guilt would dissipate after a reassuring glace from Bea’s blue eyes after she made a comment she feared went too far.

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment but, she had slowly fallen in love with the farmgirl. What a sick joke she thinks. The first time she ever truly falls in love and the girl is playing teacher’s pet. The image of Bea and professor Kingsley still burned fresh in her mind.

Tonight. She would give herself tonight to feel the full weight of the heartbreak. Then tomorrow, she would go right back to how things were before she fell.

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Almost a month had passed since she saw Bea in the library with the professor. It was easy to fall back into the flow from before of hating Bea. Insulting her and bringing her down any chance that Poppy had.

At least, that’s what she wishes she could say. Wished it was easy to see the confusion on Bea’s face when Poppy no longer went to the library to study. Wished it was easy to see the hurt in Bea’s eyes as the insults Poppy threw at her hit closer and closer to home. Wished it was easy to see Bea and professor Kingsley interact so innocently with each other around campus, knowing that behind closed doors something else entirely was happening.

Wished that keeping her distance from Bea wasn’t one of the hardest things she’s had to do.

One night while trying to study for an upcoming exam, Poppy had to fight the urge to scream at her house mates more than once. Usually, she could handle the loud obnoxious noises that would seep into her room, able to block out whatever her sisters where doing. Tonight however, their loud chattering was getting on her last nerve.

Chloe ended up being the straw that broke the camels back as she came barreling into Poppy’s room. “Omg, you like totally have to check out this guy!” she said, shoving her phone in Poppy’s face. With a stern glare thrown her way, Chloe stepped back. “Chloe, sweetie” the annoyance laced Poppy’s voice like venom. “I truly could not care any less about whatever buffed up frat boy you’ve decided to obsess over this week.” She stood, collecting her things knowing that if she stayed, she wouldn’t be doing any studying. “So, excuse me while I go and get some actual work done” She passed Chloe, not giving her a second glace and missing the quiet “Sorry Poppy” that came from her.

She headed straight for the library, figuring that she would be able to get at least a few hours of studying done before it closed for the night. Approaching the library, she was grateful at how empty it was. She’d be lying if she said that a certain blonde didn’t pop into her head when she had made the decision to come to the library. She knew that there would be no way she could handle seeing Bea alone. She didn’t want to.

Especially not here. The library had become a place she held close to her heart. Somewhere she sought comfort, simply because she knew Bea would be there. But now. Now it was tainted with the memory of Bea and Professor Kingsley.

Her hand reached for the door, only hesitating for a second. She didn’t want to be here, but there was nowhere else she could think of to study. Pulling open the door, she tried clearing out all thoughts of Bea so she could get to work.

Poppy took only a few steps before she felt someone lightly grab her arm, stopping her from moving. Turning, she was met with the worried look of Bea’s face. “Hey, I’ve been calling out your name. Did you not hear me?”

No, she hadn’t. She was so worried about running to her, that Poppy hadn’t even realized that Bea was calling out her name. “Poppy?” she asked. Hearing her name come from Bea brought the pain she had been feeling to the forefront of her being, and she felt her senses becoming overwhelmed.

The lights in the library were too bright, the whispers of the few patrons around them seemed too loud. The warmth coming from Bea’s hand as it still held onto her felt like fire on her skin. She pulled away, needing to break the contact. “Don’t touch me” she spat out, moving to push pass Bea and leave the library. She could study another time. Right now, she needed to leave.

“Poppy wait” Bea followed her out. “Hey, I need to talk to you, wait”. She kept moving, not wanting to hear anything that Bea had to say. She just focused on getting back to Zeta house, on getting away from Bea.

She stopped short as Bea cut in front of her. “Poppy, talk to me. What’s wrong?” the pleading in her voice almost made Poppy break right there. She wanted to let lose all the emotions she had felt since seeing Bea and Kingsley, but she couldn’t let Bea see her like that. Couldn’t let her seem weak.

“Nothing’s wrong farmville. Just get out of my way” she tried to continue to the house, but Bea stopped her again. “No, not until you tell me what’s going on”. She wasn’t letting it go. Poppy pushed again. “Get out of my way Bea” but the girl stayed rooted to her spot in the same way a strong tree stays rooted in the midst of a storm. “Poppy talk to me. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now” Bea’s face softened. “I’ve missed you. Missed our walks”.

Missed her? Bea had missed her. Probably just as much as Poppy had missed her. A certain warmth made its way through Poppy, the thought that Bea had actually missed her made her feel wanted in a way she’d never known before. The feeling was short lived as flashes of Bea and Professor Kingsley flooded her memory. The coldness was back and Poppy couldn’t help the words that spilled from her. “Please, how could you possibly miss me? Seems you have been too busy with Ina to care”

She reveled in the cycle of emotions that crossed Bea’s face. Confusion, realization, fear, panic, hurt. Poppy drank it all in, as if Bea’s pain would be the only thing to remedy her own.

“You know?” she asked softly. Poppy scoffed “Know what? That you’ve been screwing one of the professors?” Bea flinched at the harshness of Poppy’s voice. “I’d be more careful when hooking up in the library.”

Bea finally looked away, her eyes falling to the floor. “Poppy, it’s not like that with Ina. We were just- “ Poppy cut her off. “I don’t really care what you and Ina do, just stay out of my way and we won’t have a problem” she tried leaving again, but Bea was right there to stop her. “But you do care. You wouldn’t be avoiding me if you didn’t”

You do care. The words spinning over and over in her head. You do care. You do care. She could feel the grip on her emotions slipping. She needed to leave, or get Bea to leave. “I could not care less about you” a lie of course, one that tasted bitter in her mouth.

“You don’t mean that” Bea tried her best not to look hurt, but Poppy could see it affected her. Still, Bea pushed on. “Poppy, I know you feel something between us, you can’t deny it” Her patience with Bea was running thin “Aw, did things not work out with Ina? Looking for a rebound? You won’t find it here”

That was it. That snapped Bea. “Are you kidding me Poppy!? You know you’re more than that to me!” The sudden outburst took her back and her eyes widened at Bea’s almost confession. “What I had with Ina was fun, but it wasn’t real” she grabbed Poppy’s hands in her own. “Not like this. Not like us.”

Poppy stood there frozen, unsure what to say. “Poppy the things I feel with you are so strong that sometimes it feels like I might explode. This past month that you’ve been avoiding me have been hell. I can feel your absence like a weight that’s pressing down on my chest and I, I” Bea hesitated. “Poppy” taking a deep breath her eyes met Poppy’s. “Poppy Min-Sinclair I think I might just be in love with you”

It took her a second to process just what Bea had said. Did I hear her right? Bea just admitted to loving her. Something Poppy had only dreamed about, something she hadn’t dared to even think to entertain but… but Bea is looking at her with so much love and conviction that all doubts and thoughts that what Bea just confessed might not be true faded. She could only imagine how she must look, because suddenly Bea’s face is worried. “Listen it’s ok if you don’t feel the same. We can just be friends, just please, please stop avoiding me I can’t handle it anymore” she rambles.

Poppy just stands there staring at her, still taking in everything. Bea shifts on her feet, the nerves getting the best of her. “Poppy say something please” she begs, and Poppy can think of nothing cuter. She gentle cups Bea’s face and leans in pressing their lips together.

Bea surrounds her, filling up every space and overwhelming every sense that Poppy has in the best possible way.

They finally pull away, resting their foreheads against each other, taking deep breaths. In this moment of just them, everything is peaceful. Everything feels just right in Poppy’s world. From the way their heads are pressed together, to how Bea’s hands fit in her own, to how they moved against each other during the kiss. As if they were simply made to fit together.

Bea breaks the silence first. “So, I guess this means you feel the same?” Poppy just softly laughed as she said “You’re so dumb”. Bea just shrugged, “Maybe, but at least I have you. I do have you right?” Poppy took a moment to really think about it. Feelings aside, she needed to make sure things with Ina really were over. “There may be a few things we should talk about more” she smiled. “But yes, you have me.”

Bea smiled before kissing her again, and Poppy was sure she wound never tire of the feeling. Once they parted, Bea gently squeezed her hand and said “Can I walk you home?” Poppy could think of nothing better. “I would love if you did” she said, feeling peace wash over her for the first time in a while.

The two of them walked along the same path to Zeta house, catching up on everything they had missed in the time apart. Poppy couldn’t help thinking how easy it was to fall right back into the comfortable conversations, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

#choices:stories you play #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #poppy fic #poppy x bea #pixelbery

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pricemarshfield · 2 years

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personal problem

[Image ID: an image of a woman lying on her stomach on a bed, with an updo and wearing heels, holding a camera up to her face, colorized in green and with the text “personal problem” over it. End ID.] (Photo Credit: Vesper Lynd from Casino Royale 1967.)

Pairing: MC/Lexi/Zoey/Poppy, MC/Roberta, MC/Taylor, past Poppy/Taylor

Rating: E (minors DNI).

Summary: A Lexi/MC/Zoey/Poppy canon divergence fic, focusing on MC getting into all the flings that canon didn’t allow us, and a few that they did. Chapter 9 of 22. Requested by @hizzieluthor.

Word Count: 21641 for this chapter (I know), 82887 for the full fic so far.

Warnings: Infidelity, canon-typical Benji, canon-typical risk of getting caught in the act.

Created For: @anyfandomfluffbingo, marking off the second base and clothes sharing squares.

Bea gets back to her dorm in a much better mood than she left it, having worn herself out with Veronica's more-than-willing help so that she doesn't have to think about Ina or Lexi or anything other than the ache in her muscles, the bruise Veronica left high enough that anyone can see. Normally, that'd be a cause for alarm, but she'd enjoyed the casual possessiveness of it too much to raise more than a cursory complaint.

(This chapter’s too long to host on Tumblr by like 10k, so read chapter 9 on AO3 here, or the full fic from the beginning here.)

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ratanslily · 2 years

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THANK YOU for all the Carter content. Seriously, the Fandom does so much better at providing us arts, edits and fics 🥰

you're so welcome anon<3 I personally wanted him as li instead of kingsley and wanted a zoey x mc x carter trio!

#ask

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fandomfourever · 11 months

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Thanks for tagging me @lalaurelia ! :D

Last song: I’m assuming this means the last song I listened to? If so, I think it was ‘Never Gonna Not Dance Again’ by P!nk. It’s a fun song, so I have it on a playlist that I listen to while washing the dishes and stuff to make that less boring.

Current book stack: I’m finally reading “Rule of Wolves” by Leigh Bardugo. It’s been good so far, though it’s been so long I’ve forgotten little bits of “King of Scars”, but I remember enough for it not to be too big of a deal. Other than that, I’ve just gotten into the manga Spy x Family, so I have to find volume 2 of that, as well as the next Black Butler volume.

Last film: I’ve actually been watching the Indiana Jones movies for the first time, so the last one I watched was just the Crystal Skull one. They’re fun, so I see why they’re popular. I mean, I always enjoy adventure movies and I was always into the Tomb Raider games, so I figured I’d enjoy these movies. Also, I found out that the monkey in the first movie was voiced by Frank Welker, who also voiced Abu in Aladdin, which made me laugh, and wonder if Disney was making reference to that movie.

Last show: I’ve been binge watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. It’s a ton of fun, though it has made me teary-eyed a few times. Love the music! I’m always a sucker for a musical comedy. It reminds me of Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, in terms of the whole “people breaking out into musical numbers in the mc’s head to solve problems” sort of way (tho obviously CEG came first).

Current obsession: Hmmm…. I tend to have multiple at once, but I guess I’m really more focused on Stranger Things/Steddie atm.

Uh, I guess if they feel like doing it, I'll tag both @marquisedemasque and @nynynightmare ; and if anyone sees this and wants to do it, please feel free

#tag game #about me #idk

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#15 'Blood Loss' Pt.1

Queen B Ford x OC

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A/N: This isn't going to be a big fic, just a two parter. I read about people wanting something for Ford Tuantie from Queen B and I can 100% see why. I love his dumb ass too and boi do I wish we could done more than just hook up once ;[ As much as I love Ian, damn, Ford owns my heart.

Also, there is a bigger part of my version's MC in the play here that you can't really know about, since it's something that was supposed to be uncovered and be talked about in the Main Story (Ian x Leah) but yeah...to 99% it will never come to that and I like hurting my Characters too much to make a nicer alternative background :)

Enjoy~

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It was just two weeks in of you and Bea joining Belvoire's Ranks that you were left all on your own. Winfrey Dorms was boring with only chicks around too, the only two friends you had here out on their own in the city. You didn't want to interrupt their bonding, so you told them to go on their own.

Instead, you slinked around near the Football field, somewhat sad that you couldn't join the team yourself. You "grew up" in a row of schools that, if both genders fit well and played well together, they could also form ONE team.

In Belvoire, the closest you got to the field of sports day was as a cheerleader. But in that case, you did your best to shine on top.

After all, who would you be if you wasted all these years of "flexibility" training in high-school?

Reaching the field, you already spotted the "Alphas" that made up the School's Football Team. Already a week in, you made the same realization you made all these years back in high-school: Next to starting petty cat fights, the Jocks are your favorite group to mingle in. And that even though you weren't any part less feminine than the rest of the girls at Belvoire. If you really wanted to look like a Barbie, you would outshine all their fake asses.

But listening to a group of all too adorable meatheads fight for your gracious feminine attention every time they spot you coming near them? What an adrenaline boost. What an ego boost.

Not that it was already big, rightly so too.

Your favorite of the bunch saw you from a distance already, the exhausted expression and the added frown almost immediately being wiped away, you loved the effect you had on him. (If he only knew the effect he left on you! The ugly inner turmoil he gave you.)

"Leah! Didn't think to see you here today! We saw Bea and Zoey leave Campus earlier, thought you went with them!" Ford eagerly began chatting you up, the Football formerly in his hands long long forgotten as he pushed it back into Luis' hands. He clearly didn't care that the others also had their eyes glued to you, but mostly your neatly hugged curves. After all, you did dress to secretly impress. Every day is a good day to knock some jocks off their feet. Even if they would never get a touchdown. None of them ever will…never.

"I left them to do their shop mingling on their own."

Ford looks just a bit shocked (and yet...relieved?), blinking at you, "Didn't I overhear some of the Zetas talk about the newest limited something stuff coming today?" It hurt your pride that he thought you're just like all these other fashion crazed Zetas. Nonetheless that you aren't even a Zeta.

"One of the most important things I want you to know about me, I don't run after and or follow each new trend like it's the hottest boy toy of the week. I actually have my own taste and stay with that one~"

You whisper the last sentence at him with a seductive grin, locking eyes with him as his mouth falls open wider. Are you a bitch for teasing him? Maybe.

You're interested in fashion just like you're interested in men: Stick to something, don't just throw it away because it no longer is the hottest talk. But once said fashion piece/man no longer treats you the way you deserve (with mutual respect), you will look for your new inspiration.

Oh well, not like you let any man be your inspiration for some while now anyways.

But oh my, does Ford inspire your fashion sense. That's a truly horrible sign.

Unfortunately he has a "rumor" following him, that he slept with half of Zeta and a bunch of other girls in Belvoire. Like hell would a man like him actually see more in you than a quick fling. Something you didn't do.

Not after Tommy, he showed you what real love looked like...

You promised yourself back then to never let someone reach your heart again, romantically at least. You were certain no man could do the things Tommy did for you. Be so caring. Be so loving. Be so gentle. Be so…perfect.

Maybe he was right when he said he ruined you and that he hated himself for that fact. But back then you told him that wouldn't matter as long you never had to look or think about another man the same way as you thought about him.

Unbeknownst to you, one week after Tommy's tearful rant about the nature of your undoubtedly inappropriate relationship…he was no more.

Dead.

Murderer.

Drowned in the algae and bacteria infested waters of the park's fountain.

That also marked the first day of your promise.

So why the fucking hell was a simple jock, one not nearly as educated or tactful as Tommy, slowly and unknowingly, scratching through your barriers already after two weeks?!

Ah no, he wasn't, right?

"Leah, you okay? You're spacing out a bit…and you look a bit pale too actually!" Ford inquired worried, eyebrows furrowed as he got closer. Oh god, n-no, stay away, pleaseeee. Not you. Why you?

But before you can even put up an ounce of protest, Eric butts in, "Yeah, he is right, you really don't look so hot…like, I mean, you always look hot, but right now- I mean, you're still hot right no-" "I think means he agrees, you should go sit down…" Carter saves Eric from digging his own grave any deeper as Ford escorts you to the closest bench.

He shortly left you on your own, your thoughts shortly put on hold as you caught yourself looking after him, guilt for teasing him creeping up inside of you. While all of the Jocks were extremely nice, Ford was the biggest sweetheart of them all.

He was one of the very first standing on your side the day Poppy tried to hand you your ass. Instead, you turned the tables and you remembered his voice clearly being the loudest as the crowd that formed beforehand started cheering and chanting.

Of all of the guys, you two also hung out the most. You just felt awful for him when you saw his grades, Man dresses sharp but damn, he got a serious case of smooth brains for some subjects. Namely Science, Biology and Chemistry. But he was decent at Law, being somewhat able to efficiently learn that with you. Though said learning sessions had a stupidly high chance of getting interrupted by some stupid chick trying to talk him up, which of fucking course always succeeded. (No you're NOT jealous, why should you be?!)

Which then left you to study on your own and him whining to you when he messed up another pop quiz the next day.

"Here, it's cold too. Courtesy of our ice box!" He smiles through his obvious concern for you as he sits down. As you unscrew the cap of the plastic bottle, from the corner of your eyes you still catch the slight shimmy he did, he planned to sit closer to you but apparently decided against it in the last split of a second. So now he sat a decent and proper distance...

. . .

Why the fuck are you disappointed again? Didn't you tell yourself you're not going to JUST hook up with people?

"You look-" "-Not so hot?" You interrupt quietly, reusing Eric's stumble from before, Ford holding his hands up in defense almost immediately as the others continue their training but undoubtedly keeping their eyes on you two, just as curious as the girls in the end.

"No, never, I mean…I think…no I mean it, you actually look great…amazing." He whispers the last part under his breath like you wouldn't hear it, scrubbing his shoes across the healthy green grass under and in front of the bench, shockingly nervous for someone so lucky with getting the girls all over Belvoire.

Wait.

He thinks you look amazing?

"What I mean…you just had this…what do you call it? Looking across yards stare?"

Thousand yard stare. Oh Ford, don't ever change…

"Sure, let's go with that. And well, I got my reasons I guess. Can't always be happy, smiley and ready to kick ass…" you murmur, sipping absentmindedly on the nearly frozen water bottle. But damn made the half frozen ice in it make the water taste like a gift from the gods. In all your campus wandering, you didn't even realize how hot it really was today. It was smoldering, any second now you would see a Fata Morgana you were sure!

"I won't push. Just please be safe, I wouldn't want you to collapse…i don't want to know what would happen if Poppy ran into you during such a thing…" His worry was back full force and you couldn't help but smile at him, he really was a huge sweetheart in the end. So it didn't surprise you when he gasped in short shock as you hugged him, his training gear sweaty and definitely not smelling clean. But you could care less, knowing you had people once again to talk to…if you would open up to them fully someday.

You looked a bit puzzled as the others suddenly stopped their training to hurry off the field, you're about to ask Ford about it when you heard a familiar clicking, only for the sprinklers of the field to start spraying cold water just as Eric got out of the hit line.

Afraid to get a little wet, are they?

Ford distracted by Luis jokingly punching his shoulders, muttering something you actively chose to ignore, you get an idea. "Carter, keep my phone dry, please?" You ask rhetorically with a mischievous grin as you place said object in his conveniently open palm.

Before anyone could really object to you moving so soon again after Ford placed you onto the timeout bench, you swung yourself off it and took off in a quick pace.

Right into the cold spray of water.

Oh and it felt great!

"You would be a horrible prison guard, Ford…" Eric points towards you, Ford only noticing when he saw you move past him and the spot next to him turning up empty.

"Come on, join me! Or are you all made of sugar?!"

Just as Luis is about to be first to enthusiastically rejoin you on the field, you see Carter look at Ford, also standing up already. He held Luis back with the hand not holding your phone, said Bro looking at him in something that looked like 'Why would you stab a brother in the back like that??' as he could only watch Ford join you on his own.

If that wasn't a true wingman, you don't know who is!

The fine spray of water lets you cool down enough to get feeling back in your limbs, picking up the forgotten football from the ground, throwing it up in the air, once. Twice. Thrice. Everytime a bit higher, till it hits nearly five seconds of air time on its way up alone.

During that, Ford had finally joined you, watching you catch it with staggering grace. "You catch like a pro." He noticed with a boyish smile as the water now pelted his face. Now you could no longer tell if it was sweat or sprinkler water making the dimples of his smile stand out as he angled his head downwards to look at you.

"Well, I did play in High-school actually…" You confess, with that Ford being the first in Belvoire to know a part of your background. And he seems to realize that, "Wait really?!", since if you had told someone else beforehand, gossip would have brought said secret to all their ears much much earlier.

"I did a lot of things before coming to Belvoire~" You sing playfully, quickly backing up from Ford before he could use your rare moment of openness to squeeze more secrets out of you. A woman needed to stay mysterious to stay interesting, no? Especially for a boy like Ford.

Not that you wanted that kind of attention…never.

Is what you told yourself to feel better on days like these.

With his nearly doe eyed smile, he realized your game and awaited your throw.

Not after you held out for so long…

With the best form you took with you from your old position on your old school team, you throw the ball towards him. It was a nearly perfect arch as it closed in on him. He didn't expect such a good throw still apparently, eyes wide as he hurried to back up more himself, eyes on the Football.

But not on the slippery ground.

And just as he caught the football, he lost his footing, almost comically slipping backwards, feet high in the air as he hit the ground with an 'oof!' and the last huff of air leaving his lungs as he ended up spread eagle.

And then he started laughing.

"Ooooooh, haha! I didn't expect that! Time for revenge!" As quick as he fell, he got back up.

From the benches, his teammates have to hold back their almost petty little chuckles, having a perfect view of his completely mudded back. After all, he just got his ass handed to him by a girl. Ouch.

He throws with all his might, groaning at the way he pulled half his body with it.

And realizes his mistake way too late.

While you were ready for a strong throw, you didn't calculate the fact that he felt like he had to show you up, girl or not. So this one flew way…way too quick!

The now wet ball slipped right through your grip and crashed directly into your nose. Any other girl or maybe even any other man would've lost their footing, but you took the blow with a quiet growl in your throat, flashing Ford a competitive half grin. And then you felt the first drop of blood hit your upper lip.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! I forgo-" "Is that all you got, darling? I had harder throws hit me!" You interrupt with your snarky sass flaring up, one hand swiping away the now clearly rushing nosebleed, the other going for the ball.

"I hate it when people hold back just because I look like a fragile girl. That accounts to both the field and the bedroom!"

You catch Ford swallow and start to blush at your mention of your bedroom. But damn, he looked like he seriously felt bad right now.

Only one way to change that!

"CATCH!" You yell out out of the blue and in moments notice, it took Ford back to concentrate. He might not be the brightest tool in the shed (and tbh, you didn't care as long you could still find ways to talk to him about interesting topics!) but he knew his way around on the field still and knew when his concentration was asked for and needed.

Your now raging nosebleed was forgotten entirely as you two continued passing the ball, playing out small strategies you both seem to have memorized to the T, long enough for the rest of his wingmen to retire for the day and going to shower without him, Carter calling out that he left your Phone on the bench, leaving him alone with you. By now, your formerly just wet, white, dress was just as muddy as Ford's training shirt and shorts were, the front of your dress specifically covered in a fresh line of nose blood.

Thankfully not one Zeta or any other girl in particular got close to the Football field unless it was to swoon over the players during a game. Otherwise your rugged up ass would be all over The T already.

Oh but the Nosebleed didn't stay forgotten for all too long.

As it somehow didn't appear to stop.

Could your overly physical activity possibly be the cause of that? The rising adrenaline and blood pressure that kept your heart beating faster than what cars probably were allowed to go out on German highways?

No, never. Righ-

As if he saw it coming from a mile away, Ford saw you stagger before you did yourself, running torwards you with a shout of your name, ignoring your goddamn great throw, asshole!

"Hey, don't…you fucked up…your catc- huhh…?" The fact that you're actively falling only caught up with you halfway to the ground, but Ford magically caught you. Well, you still hit the ground, but Ford's upper body softened the blow significantly.

For a moment, okay a minute probably, you stay in that position, only moving your head to keep your already probably broken nose from being reformed and remangled a second time today.

Was it this quiet the whole time already?

Where did the other guys suddenly go?

You weren't sure if it was the just slightly serious blood loss or if you were just stupid in the end still, but ever since you lost him…you haven't felt as safe as today. On the muddy, wet and sweaty-warm chest of a jock after you crash landed due to a nosebleed he may or may not have caused beforehand.

"Thanks…" you mutter over the still busy sprinklers spraying you two from overhead, birds chirping idly in the nearby trees and butterflies on the flowers and in someone's stupid backstabbing stomach it seems.

"We should have stopped when it first started, this is all my fault…" Ford laments with a deep frown, helping you sit up. But all your hands grabbed at was him, steadying yourself against him.

Blood Loss makes people lose more than just Blood but apparently all of the build up walls that took years to perfect.

So when he asked if he should help you back towards Winfrey Dorms, you agreed nearly too eagerly, nodding like you just had the hardest edible of your whole school life, dizziness making it hard on moving any faster with your head.

You barely register him holding back a small smile as he doesn't just help you stand up and walk. Instead he uses his muscles for something beyond Football and does short work of your light weight, carrying you off the wet football field in both his arms…

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Note: Don't hold me at gun point to post part 2 tomorrow, by now yall should know how I play ;[

#choices you play #Queen B #qb #Queen B Ford #qb ford #Queen B Ford x Reader #Queen B Ford x OC #qb Ford x reader #qb Ford x OC

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