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[visionarystoryteller]

Us|| Love For Noella Levesque

*part of the ‘Love For Noella Levesque’ OC World*

Noella ended up staying in Connecticut for a few more days as her grandfather had a stroke. She was currently sitting in her room at her apartment, watching Dynamite. Max was just finishing up a win and called Austin during his interview, but Austin kept telling him to call someone else. Max smirked and ended his call with Austin and dialed Noella.

Noella started shaking her head laughing when she saw Maxs name pop across her screen. She picked up her phone and answered it.

“Hi Mush” Noella giggles into the phone. Max shakes his head with an embarrassed laugh.

“Hi sweetheart, listen did you watch the match?” Max asks.

“Yes I did and I’m so so proud of you” Noella says. Max felt his cheeks redden, Renee watching with a smile on her face.

“It’s nice to see you smiling a lot more Max, congrats again on your win” Renee says ending the interview. Anyone who watched the interview could see how taken max was with the ‘caller’, not everyone knowing her voice on the phone. Max nods and thanks her before walking away still on the phone with Noella.

“Glad that’s done” Max sighed out.

“Oh stop Renee is sweet.” Noella says.

“No sweetheart I’m just tired. That match wore me out.” Max sighed getting to his locker room, sitting on the bench.

“So then I guess I’ll take a cab to the hotel then?” Noella shyly asks. Max was about to talk again but then her statement stopped him like a truck.

“What?” Max asks.

“Gramps is home and fine…So I’m on my flight out” Noella says. Max feels a smile grow on his face.

“What time does your flight get here?” Max asks, eager to see the one thing that makes him smile a lot more.

“12am landing, which I know is a little late but I can get a cab as long as you leave me a key to the room or at least tell me the room” Noella babbles. Max chuckles, running his fingers through his curls.

“I’ll be there to get you sweetheart just tell me the gate and I’ll be there” Max says.

“Okay I’ll text it to you, I’ll let you go get changed and washed up. I miss you Mush” Noella says.

“I miss you too Sweetheart, have a safe flight I’ll see you later” Max says. Noella smooches through the phone and hangs up.

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Max parked his rental and walked into the airport. Of course some people recognized him and stopped him for pics. Max was beyond tired but indulged a few fans. Once that was finished, he made his way to Noellas gate and waited, leaning against a pillar. While waiting max received a text from Noella.

My Sweet Noella:these people move so slow, I get it but don’t y’all want to sleep in a real bed????

Mush:marks 🙄

My Sweet Noella:I’m coming now

Max smiled at his phone and put it away. He looked up and saw Noella behind a few people. She looked tired. Once the way cleared a little, Noella looked up and saw Max. She gave him a tired smile and moved quickly to him. Max saw her fast pace and braced himself. Noella launched herself at Max once she was close enough, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Max gripped under her thighs to keep her from falling, and buried his head in her neck, her doing to the same to him.

“Mush” Noella sighs contentedly.

“Sweetheart” max says back. They stay there embracing for a moment before max puts her down. Max keeps his head close and puts his hand on Noellas cheek, pulling her up for a kiss. The kiss lasted a few seconds before max pulled away. He reached for her hand and the pair made their way to baggage claim for Noellas bag. Once they got her bag they made their way to the rental and Max put her bag in the trunk, then made his way around to the passenger door and opened it for Noella. Noella gets in and he closes the door before getting in himself. Noella relaxed in the seat.

“Those airplane seats sucked” Noella says.

“My lap would’ve been better” Max says, pulling out of the airport parking lot. Noella giggles.

“Honestly yes, your thighs are very comfortable” Noella says. Max looks over at her with a smirk.

“You can sit on them anytime you want sweetheart” Max says.

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Max and Noella spent the next few days chilling out in the hotel room, exploring the city and getting ready for the next show. The wrestling world had seemed to be filled with everything Max and Noella. Pictures had been circulating of Max and Noella at the airport embracing each other, even kissing and being seen together almost everyday after that. It was all that could be talked about. Max didn’t really care what anyone thought about him but when it came to Noella, he was more protective. So when Max got fed up reading yet another comment about how somehow she was going to fuck up his life or how the pair just didn’t seem right for each other, he finally decided he was going to speak out on social media. Noella keyed herself into their shared hotel room and saw Max stewing on the bed typing away on his phone. Noella had been in a meeting with Tony and a few of the production heads, talking about promoting Noella to production manager as the current one was going out for surgery. Of course Noella accepted and was so excited to tell max. She toed off her shoes and set her sweater on the back of one of chairs in the room and made her way to the bed. She crawled up on the bed and sat up on her knees and looked at Max. Max typed away his thought in his notes before he looked up seeing Noella look at him with hopeful eyes. Max took a breath and put his phone down, then looked up at Noella. Noella scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at Max.

“What’s wrong Mush?” She asked.

“Just sick of seeing these marks knock on my girl” Max says frustratedly. Noellas demeanor flattens. She just nods her head, looking down at her hands. Max watched and decided to change the topic.

“How was your meeting?” Max asked Noella. She looked up at him and gave a small smile that slowly became wider.

“I got a promotion “ she smiles brightly at him.

“What! That’s awesome sweetheart! What did you get promoted to?” Max asks her.

“Production manager” she beams. Max pulls her into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart” Max says holding her to him. She burries her face in his neck and taking in his scent and warmth. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she pulled back.

“So what were they saying this time” Noella nods down to his phone. Max sighs and runs a hand down his face.

“No sweetheart, we are not even going to read those out. You are better than they are-“

“And I know it” Noella finishes for him. Max nods.

“Exactly. You are sooo much better than them. I promise you” Max says.

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Noella took a few minutes before full gear was supposed to go start, to go see Maxwell. Before they had left the hotel he seemed a little nervous. Noella knocked on his locker room. She heard the faint annoyance of a ‘what’ come through and opened the door slowly.

“Hey mush” Noella says softly. Max looked over his shoulder at Noella and relaxed a little seeing her.

“Hey sweetheart” Max says. Noella walks over to him and he pulls her into his lap as he’s sitting in a chair.

“You okay mush?”

“Yea I’ll be good knowing you’re here” max says nuzzling into Noellas neck. Noella giggles as his beard tickles her neck. Max pulls away.

“God I love that sound” max says looking at Noella. Noel smiles at him.

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Noella sat in production a nervous wreck. Max had been sent back to medical to get checked out and Adam was in the ring. She was listening to all the commands through her ear piece but she was just zoned in on what she was feeling. A few moments later she hears yelling from the hall and sees Max limo his way out to the tunnels. Noella wanted to scream at Max to go back and sit down, she could see his hobble. Noella put her thumb into her mouth, biting at the nails.

“What is he doing” she quietly whines at the monitor. She presses her button and coms the referee.

“Check Max please” she coms through.

“He said he’s fine right now” the ref coms back. Noella sighs. She closed her eyes for a mere moment before screams erupted. She looked up to the monitors to see Max had in fact retained his championship. Noellas heart was pounding in her chest with relief. Max rushed back to the tunnels and through them, the cameras following him as he made his way over to production. Noella turned her chair just a bit after seeing him coming. Max approaches her and pulls her up from the chair, tossing the championship on the floor, picking her up into his arms, his hands supporting her thighs.

“Mush..” Noella says quietly, now looking down a little as max held her up.

“I’m gonna kiss you so shut up” max remarks. Noella gasped playfully but was cut off when Maxs lips covered her, his hand in her hair controlling her head positions. Little hoots and hollers from around them erupted and the crowd out in the arena did too as the cameras caught everything. The kiss last a few more seconds before max pulls away. His nose brushes against hers before he started to set her down.

“I’m so proud of you but mush please go get checked out before scrum please” Noella whines, looking down at his leg that he was putting minimal amounts of pressure on. Max pulls her close and kisses her head.

“For you, fine.” Max agrees. Noella breathes out.

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Noella couldn’t help but have tears in her eyes as Maxwell was giving a speech at the media scrum. She could tell he was in pain but wasn’t the worst he had. His heartfelt comments about the company that brought him so much made Noellas heart swell, and then he mentioned her.

“This company has really brought me so much, between friends, mentors, it’s also brought me this beautiful amazing girl who I can’t believe is by my side. Noella please come here, just please” max practically sobs. Noella took a breath and got up from production and made her way to the area of the media scrum. She walked in and Max tried to stand up, so she fast walked to him so he could sit. Once she’s close enough, Max pulls her close.

“This women right here has been everything to me and I’m so glad to have her by my side.” Max says looking up her. Noella looks down at him with a smile and tears in her eyes.

“I love you” Noella mouths out. Maxs face lights up and he mouth it back.

When the scrum was done max and Noella where in his locker room and he was just standing there hugging her.

“I love you” max says.

“I love you Mush” Noella says pulling him closer.

“Now go get cleaned up so we can go relax” Noella says pushing away after a moment. Max chuckles and goes as she says.

[mysafehaneul]

I.AQUAMARINE

JEON WONWOO X READER

WORDS: 4.5K

GENRE: ARRANGE CONTRACT MARRIAGE AU! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

ANGST, (obviously lol), Fluff, Smut (in future chapters not this one).

I wrote a timestamp sometime around three years ago and said if this gets good responses then I'll turn it into a series, Now a few of you showed your interest in it and I feel like writing again, it will not be perfect but I will try to do justice to all the characters, the story, and the time and effort you guys put in reading and liking, please do leave comments, and Do not refrain from giving your suggestion as it will only help me improve without any further ado lets start with the first chapter! <3

PSA: You don't have to read the Timestamp to read this as it has a different plot route from it but still, the essence is the same.

This is my original work for free comsumption because fuck capitalism but please do not steal it. All characters are orginal except The members of Seventeen, I do not own them. This is purely a work of fiction with no similarity with real life whatsoever, If any incident feel familiar, That is purely a coincedence. Happy Reading!

Chapter 1: The Unforeseen Circumstance

2 years ago

Y/N paced the ornate living room of your aunt's bohemian-style house in Switzerland, her thoughts as tumultuous as the storm that raged outside.

'This is not good' Like a loop going in your head.

Your hands were sweating and your heart was pounding like how fire blazes right before it was about to be extinguished. You never liked hospitals and in all truth, you'd rather be anywhere but there. Noella's face her lovely blue eyes and blonde locks, her whimsical laughter that could enchant anyone, your memories with her flash in and out before your eyes making your heart sink further in anguish what would become of...

The pounding at the door stopped your chain of thought, rushing towards the door you almost ran into the mahogany footrest by the couch. You took a deep breath an unfruitful effort to calm the nerves, wrapping your fingers around the cold metal knob as the red and blue light filtered through the window and the words of your father echoing in your heart.

'Remember darling always hope for the best, prepare for the worst

you swing the door open and your eyes already burning, when one of the two officers starts to speak,

''Are you Y/N L/N....''

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Y/N

Y/N...

Present Day

"Y/n wake up, darling you have been sleeping since yesterday afternoon your father and I are waiting for you to join us for breakfast, it is not like your first flight back from Switzerland''

Your eyes flashed open, and the air filled your lungs you didn't even realize for how long you'd been holding it in your sleep. The cold sweat on your forehead drying making a shiver run down your spine, one by one your senses activated taking in your surrounding, Serenity Villa, your childhood home every wall bearing witness to the life and memories you have lived and made the laughter, cries, and affection. Affection, that gentle breeze that stirs the depths of our being, is the golden thread that weaves our connections, tender and unspoken. It's the warmth that paints the world in hues of understanding, where each glance, each touch, becomes a symphony of whispered emotions—an intangible treasure that enriches the tapestry of our lives, reminding us that in its embrace, we find a sanctuary of belonging and love.

The same kind of love that you felt blooming in your heart when you first looked into his eyes when he sat across from you and Noella on the first day of your second semester in the business psychology course. Pushing down the wave of nostalgia that rose from the depths of your memory, you took a deep breath and pushed off the blankets off your body the scrunched-up satin pajamas riding down as you got off the bed. Your mother was busy peering down at the garden view from your window as her peach-manicured fingers tied the curtains with their strings turning to look at you she began,

''About time you made an appointment with Antonio, Darling I am sure he can tame that unruly mane of yours''

'home sweet home' you signed to yourself and shut the bathroom door behind you with a slam.

...

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As you moved towards the dining area, you can't help but linger a little on the stairs, the quiet descent through the heart of grandeur, your hands gliding through the railings. The railings, polished and timeless offering a steady guide. The soft rustling noise of feet and clicks and clatter of pots and dishes. Most probably Mathew and Martha going about their daily routine in the kitchen and the house respectively. you made a mental note to greet them after breakfast.

Your footsteps painted a rhythm on the marble, a soft cadence that harmonized with the surroundings, At the final step the chandelier overhead although unlit, swayed due to the rustling of the wind due to the open windows when you spotted your parents sitting in the patio dining. In their natural habitat, your father going through his work pad and your mother talking about anything and everything and your father listens or at least pretending to which his occasional nods and hums. You turned your direction and walked towards them. Swishing past your picture wall which contained the portal to a world once lived, each photograph, a fragment of eternity, stands as a testament to the beauty of life's moments captured, Every place bearing witness to your mother's artistry and intention and hard work in making this mansion home with her touch and love for those cherished moments, a sanctuary where the past dances with the present. Your eyes caught in your graduation picture, how long was it, 7 years or 8? A nostalgic smile played on your lips while looking at the picture of you, Noella, and Joshua, standing side by side, and Joshua's hands around Noella's waist and on your shoulders. In the embrace of friendship and love. Heart filling with reminiscence, the taste of victory, the scent of accomplishment lingering in the air like a sweet fragrance. Eyes, alight with hope and anticipation. The smiles are as radiant as the sun was on that day. A Nice day, you thought to yourself. And you made your way towards your parents.

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Halfway through the breakfast and giving your father a little summarization of the Swiz branch, he gave you some tips and you asked him about the current scene with the resort project your father is about to start when your mother excitedly interjected,

‘Enough of you both and your business,’ she chided  ‘You daughter and father always about data and strategies.’ turning her body towards you ‘ Y/N darling you won't believe who we met at the country club last week’

‘Another aspiring painter’

Making your father chuckle behind his coffee mug

your mother rolled her eyes and said,

‘No, Jeon Wooshik.’

‘And whom that would be?’

‘Your mother's childhood admirer’, your father quipped. 

‘Enough of that James, I told you we were just friends.’

Now it was your father's turn to roll his eye and shake his head.

So anyway as I was saying, Wooshi was there

‘Wooshi’ your father huffed and followed by a small pout.

‘Hush James!’

‘We were golfing and as you know your father and his partner as always hooting like pigeons in the corner about any slight inconvenience in the office in call or person. I see this man constantly staring at me even though there was a woman next to him,’ shifting in her seat she reached for the coffee. Her eyes gleamed with excitement making your heart squeeze a little at her cuteness. ‘I thought why does he look so familiar? So I dismiss it and go back to my swinging practice and from the corner of my eye, I see him making his way towards me.’

‘Just get to the point kitty.’ 

‘And miss the best part where you almost grabbed his collar in the fit of your jealousy.’ She teased. 

‘He was standing too close’, Your father defended. 

‘we've been married for 35 years Jamie, It is very unbecoming if you act like a newlywed.’

It still baffles you no matter how your father tries to suppress the nickname still making his lips twitch in a smile.

‘As I was saying before I was very rudely interrupted, she shot a small glare towards your father, Wooshi and I were childhood friends he used to live next to my grandmother's house and we used to play together every summer. Fun times, So, Wooshi and His wife have a son around your age…’

‘oh No,’ The real motive of this conversation finally settling in. 

‘oh yes, maybe around 3-4 years your senior’, she waved her hand in dismissal. ‘But that doesn't matter. We started talking about you, then Wooshi suggested why don’t we introduce both the kids. So your father and I invited them for dinner here at our residence this weekend, Y/n stop shaking your head. And I am warning you Before you find yourself in any unavoidable engagement for that particular time and date. I am just asking for a little acquaintance building on your side and a reunion on mine. it's not like we want you both to get married on that day itself, just get to know each other’

‘Ma this is not the Victorian era…’

‘Y/N you're about to be thirty,’ she interrupted ‘and I am not saying you need a man to establish your worth. You're a fine established and successful businesswoman. And your father and I are very proud of you, But Darling the world we live in.  There are always people trying to overpower the other and we don't want the legacy that our family has built over the years with their blood, sweat, and tears to be forgotten. Times are changing but not the foundational rules of society. Marriage and its institution are and always will be a prospering proposition and there is no denying that.’

You turned to look at your father for some assistance but before your dad sadly Jamie is Kitty's husband and Before her husband, he was James L/N a businessman of the third generation. Today that point was further proven.

‘Your Mother is right, Jeon Wooshik is the owner of the JJ Group’ He informed. 

‘The Same JJ's Line of Hotel and Society Housing?’

‘Yes, and right now they are eyeing the same property that I had brought under your name for their next project.’ 

‘But haven't you already started gathering investors for the resort project in the same land?’ 

‘Yes, but they are making offers that seem tempting, Their interest in the land is making the investors reluctant as JJ's have a reputation of getting the things they have set their eyes on. I hope you understand what I am trying to say, princess.’

Your parents looking at you expectantly when your mother began,

''Y/N, darling if you don't want it or are interested in someone else then we can forget this conversation and have the dinner like any other dinner we host for our friends..''

The words your mother spoke trailed off as you gathered your thoughts, the pros and cons. When the patio's door opened and Martha entered the area with a warm smile which you reciprocated, setting down your coffee in front of you, her presence offering a temporary interruption you were about to ask about her health when she handed you your phone.

‘It was continuously ringing in your room’

you looked down at the name flashing on your phone screen, sparking a quickened heartbeat, taking the phone from her hands you excused yourself from the table and went inside the house to take the call

your mother looked at your retrieving figure with curiosity and then sighed.

Isn't it a bit late there? I hope nothing happens to him,

you stood in the living area opposite the picture wall, standing beneath the chandelier, your phone cradled in your hand as you answered the call --

‘Hello’

‘Tante’ a soft small voice whimpered. 

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Savoring the delicate warmth of the teacup cradled in his hands, Wonwoo's gaze danced over the report once more, each line etching itself into his mind. The glasses perched upon his nose were adjusted with a slight push, bridging the gap between his thoughts and the words on the screen. Amidst this solitary communion with data, a gentle knock rapped upon his office door, drawing his attention from the illuminated screen.

With practiced grace, the teacup found its place, and he beckoned the visitor in. "Come in," his voice, a tone of measured authority wrapped in politeness, echoed through the room. A figure stepped inside, the interplay of light and shadow casting a cloak of maturity over his features.

"Sir, they are waiting for you in the conference room," the young man intoned, respectful deference present in his demeanor.

"Thank you, Chan. I'll be right with you," Wonwoo responded, his voice a blend of warmth and efficiency. As the door closed behind the assistant, his thoughts momentarily wandered to the past. Chan, his assistant for three years, had entered his world amidst a tempestuous encounter that had left a lasting imprint. The timidness in Chan's manner was a poignant reminder of that initial encounter—a dance between authority and trepidation.

Adjusting his attire, sleeves drawn down from his elbows and jacket secured, Wonwoo strode across the expanse of his office, a fusion of confidence and determination in every step. The coat stand yielded his navy suit jacket, and the act of buttoning it up felt like donning a shield—armor for the challenges that awaited. With purposeful strides, he approached the door, swinging it open to reveal Chan, ever the attentive shadow, iPad in hand and gaze pinned to the doorplate bearing his title.

"President, Jeon Wonwoo," it read, a reminder of the mantle he carried.

Chan, swift in his response to the door's movement, snapped to attention. His unwavering commitment to his role was evident in every gesture. The pair began their descent, elevator doors closing behind them, transporting them from the lofty heights of Wonwoo's office to the eleventh-floor realm of conferences.

Through muted corridors, they journeyed, the murmurs of voices growing clearer as they approached the conference room. "Why do we have a meeting at 8:30 in the morning?" a voice drifted from within, a question marked by a hint of exasperation.

The room's threshold was reached, and Chan orchestrated the opening, granting passage to the company's head. As Wonwoo entered, a silence fell like a tapestry settling, every gaze gravitating toward him. The resolute tap of his footsteps rang in the chamber, his presence commanding attention as he settled into his designated seat at the head of the table.

A contemplative hush was punctuated by his voice—a baritone note that resonated through the room's hush. "Because I said so," he declared, the words woven with authority and finality, the brushstrokes of a leader. "Anyone having a problem with that?" he inquired, his brows arching as if to challenge dissent.

A quick, collective response from the head manager—no defiance, only allegiance. "No sir!"

He shook his head, the subtlest of gestures to mark his acknowledgment. A silent cue and the room shifted, a choreography of souls finding seats, the conference table now their stage.

"Very well," he began, his tone a melody of tempered purpose, "Now shall we begin?" In that question, he set in motion a symphony of discussions, The air held the weight of responsibility. At the head of the table, a screen illuminated with graphs and numbers. As his eyes absorbed the lines and curves, Amidst the tide of successes a shadow emerged- A loss marked by the stark line of red that intersected the charts. The room's collective breath seemed to still as the spotlight of attention fell upon the disheartening point of descent.

A voice, poised yet tinged with a note of irate, broke the stillness,'' Can someone care to explain what exactly happened in the Westeria Society Complex" The answer to the question already known to Wonwoo, but making sure that every single person in this room is also aware of the gravity of the situation and what is this costing them and their reputation.

Wonwoo leaned forward and tilted his head, trying to catch the eye of the managing director of the Wisteria department project. ''Chan please read out the article again'' voice controlled but commanding. 

Rising from his seat, in practiced efficiency he started reading out the report from his work pad, ‘1 Dead after level-4 fire broke at the 60-storey residential building  Westeria Towers, at Cranberry Rd, Around noon. The fire and rescue department reached the spot soon as they received the news about the incident..’

Wonwoo raised his hand as a gesture to stop. 

‘So,  Mr. Kim care to explain, just after 4 months of its handing over and inauguration why was there a lack of proper fire prevention measures and equipment?’  Pushing his glasses up his nose with the forefinger and thumb ‘The JJ groups stocks have taken a hit because of this’ 

‘Sir’ Mr. Kim started hesitantly, ‘the police and insurance department is still investigating the situation we dont know for certain if the death was due to fire or something else’ 

Wonwoo was silent, the boardroom like a chamber of disappointment. Everyone looking at each other in contemplation and trying to seek a resolution. 

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By the time the meeting ended, Wonwoo felt a headache emerging when Chan walked two steps behind and quipped, ‘Your father called’ 

‘And?’

‘To conform with you for the dinner at the L/N’s’ 

‘The Diamond merchants ones?’ 

‘And Iron’ Chan added. 

‘Aren't these the same ones under whom the Burbone Road property is’

‘Actually, it's their daughter who is the owner of that land’ 

‘The one my father can’t stop talking about’

‘Actually, it’s Mrs. L/N that he can’t stop talking about’ Chan mused 

Wonwoon chuckled and unbutton the suit jacket, ‘much to Mama’s dismay’

‘Interesting’  leaning back in his chair, mind entertaining the idea and what can he gain from this possible union. He nodded in Chan’s direction and said ‘You know the drill’ 

‘I’ll have the file ready by tomorrow morning’ Chan affirmed and made his way out of the office, to make the calls and go on with the day and the additional task in hand. 

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The echo of approaching steps, the cadence of heels against the marble floor of the second floor of the silent mansion where your study is situated can be heard across the shut door. In a swift accord, there were two subtle knocks on your door. 

Closing the laptop, you leaned back on your chair.

‘Enter’ 

The door opened and with fluid grace Rema in her 5’6ft glory entered the room, brown big doe eyes filled with anticipation. The olive suit pant complimenting her honey skin, Shoulder length golden bob adorning her heart-shaped face. With a camaraderie smile and purposeful step, she crossed the threshold and sat on the chair across from you. 

‘It's been a while Ms. L/N.’

‘So as it has been Ms. Sinha’ 

Both of you breaking into a laugh, shaking her head she began, 

‘Welcome back doll, I missed you so much! I hope you’re back for good’ 

‘Well that depends on how things far in Swiss you know’ 

‘I came as quickly as I could after your call, what's going on?’ Her eyebrows scrunch when she activates her serious mode. 

You brief her about the call and the notice that arrived at your apartment in Switzerland and your mail, which you showed to your most trusted lawyer and greatest friend.  She listened to every word attentively all while formulating a plan on how to kick-start the case in put the ball in your court. Considering your history Rema has been by your side at your lowest and helped you navigate your new situation after Noella and Joshua. Although you were certain that the secret that bore between you, her, and Jeonghan is still safe, one can only be assured till the time their fears become their realities and make them face the truth, the answers of which are hiding deep within them. 

You were about to mention the claims Noella’s family are making when a rapt on the door interrupted, 

‘Come in’ 

The door made a small creek noise and your assistant entered with a brown Color file and informed, 

‘This is everything available about Jeon Wonwoo’ 

Rema who was busy eyeing  Reachal snapped her gaze in your direction and mused softly. 

‘Jeon Wonwoo… hmm if  I am not very wrong then it’s the JJ groups Prince we’re talking about’ 

‘Prince’ you huffed and rolled your eyes. 

Opening the file you took out the papers and pictures and skimmed through the information...You were halfway through when Rachael quipped ‘You should look at page no. 14’ her eyes gleaming with impish, a smirk playing on her pink lips. 

Skipping to the page, you couldn’t help but raise your brow and a knowing smile graced your lips, 

‘Well well well, what do we have here’ 

Rachel settled Down on the seat next to Rema, shoulders squared. 

‘Good job Rachael’ Giving her a nod of acknowledgment, she gave a little bow and the smirk transformed into a proud smile. Making Rema chuckle as well, she extended her hand to learn the object of amusement. You passed her the papers, interlacing your fingers you drew a quick deep breath. When your eyes locked with Rema, you could feel the wheels turning in her head. You tilted your head slightly a dialogue going between you and her telepathically

 don’t even think about it and

 at cue, she raised her left brow as if saying

 worth a shot. 

You turned to look at Rachel and said 

‘well Rach, confirm the dinner with my mother, let’s see what this Wooshi’s Woowoo is about’ 

The three of you share a laugh.

Yet little did you know, What Jeon Wonwoo is really about.  

…

…

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the day of the long-awaited dinner arrived, casting a golden hue that painted the world in warm tones. The minimalist opulence of the dining room, adorned with intricate golden ornate designs, exuded an air of elegance. A chandelier, a cascade of crystalline stars, hung suspended, its golden glow shimmering in symphony with the gleaming decor. The room held a sense of anticipation, a canvas where stories were poised to unfold.

Earlier, Jeon Wooshik and his wife, Jeon Sunmi, graced the room with their presence, punctual in their arrival. The polished ambiance seemed to harmonize with their presence, a fitting backdrop for figures of influence. Yet, there was a noticeable absence—the JJ Group's prince, Jeon Wonwoo. Lately, he had been a touch delayed, a hint of disruption in his otherwise punctual routine.

The backdrop of the day painted a different canvas for you. Typically ensconced within the walls of the mansion's home office, today's demands necessitated your presence elsewhere. The on-site inspection of Bourbon Road loomed, accompanied by a meeting with Rema's firm's partner—a case that carried its weight of concern. A cloak of worry draped your heart, its weight a testament to the responsibilities you bore. The facade of calm you presented was a necessity, for many facets of your life remained veiled from your parents—a symphony of secrets echoing in the chambers of your heart.

Descending the stairs, your thoughts wove intricate patterns, a tapestry of worries and hidden anxieties. The doorbell's chime pierced the air, drawing your attention. Mathew, the ever-attentive presence, greeted the guest who had arrived—a man of confident stature, around 6 or 6'1 feet tall. His strides bore practiced grace, each footfall a note of purpose. Jeon Wonwoo, the embodiment of a regal presence, entered with an air of authority that whispered of his heritage. His hair, neatly combed back, revealed a single strand that resisted the arrangement, lending him an air of both maturity and defiance. The glasses perched on his nose amplified his features, a detail that underscored his experience and poise.

Mathew, the courteous guide, led him towards the sitting area where your parents were seated. But as he traversed the room, his gaze caught upon you—the woman standing at the stairs' threshold. A pause, a moment frozen in time, marked his recognition of your presence. The gleam of the chandelier cast a luminous reflection upon the room, illuminating your presence like a hidden gem unveiled.

As he veered towards you, each step seemed to be orchestrated by destiny itself. His confident demeanor bore a charming smile, an invitation extended through his expression. The practiced politeness your mother had advised for the evening found its form as you extended your hand, meeting his for a handshake. A mere whisper of pressure conveyed acknowledgment, a ritual of introduction performed with grace.

His voice, a symphony of introductions, resonated. "Jeon Wonwoo, Jeon Wooshik's son, or as your mother calls him, Wooshi." A playful lilt danced upon his lips as he spoke, and you couldn't help but allow a subtle smile to grace your own. Your introduction, delivered with a touch of humor, mirrored the familiar banter. "Y/N, L/N Kiaori's daughter, or as your father calls her, Kiki." His chuckle echoed the shared jest, a dance of camaraderie that bridged the gap between unfamiliarity and rapport.

The brief exchange of hands lingered in memory as he offered you an assessing gaze—an appraisal that extended beyond the surface. As his eyes traced your form, it felt as if layers were being unwound, your essence laid bare to his scrutiny. With a discerning tone, he remarked, "The shade blue never looked so good Ms.L/n. But as a businesswoman yourself, I am certain you must have done your research on me." The edge of cockiness in his words was met with a tone brimming with amusement. "Thank you for the compliment Mr.Jeon, Yes I like to test the waters before jumping in. And if I am not very wrong, then I can expect that you have done the same."

Your exchange brimmed with unspoken nuances, the tension of the upcoming engagement palpable. "You're aware why we're gathered here, right?" he inquired. The understanding between you two was an undercurrent, one that held layers beyond the surface. "Yes," you affirmed, a touch of solemnity in your voice, "and I have no intention of entertaining it beyond this evening. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

"Ouch, that's a bit harsh, Ms. L/N," his words held a hint of challenge, a subtle invitation to spar in the arena of words. Yet, you moved away, your steps graceful, your resolve unswayed. Walking towards the seating area, you glanced back, your head tilting in mock acknowledgment, "I don't want to be a hurdle between you and your darling Mrs. Eleanor Calder. I'm pretty sure she's doing a shoddy job hiding your NDA, or rather, PDA." The contours of his smile shifted, a change in demeanor that was imperceptible to most.

And then, he moved—a calculated approach that brought him within intimate proximity. The air around him carried an intoxicating allure, the magnetism of his presence weaving an enchanting spell. His voice, a low rumble, reached your ears as his lips grazed the air near your ear, his words meant only for you. "We all have our vices, Ms. L/N. Just like your bastard you hide in Switzerland… away from everyone. What's his name, ah, Noel Hong?" The world seemed to slow, your heart's rhythm matching the staccato of your thoughts. How could he know? The revelation stirred a tempest of emotions within you, each wave crashing against the fortress you had built.

His words continued each syllable a calculated echo that resonated within you. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me… at least, for the time being." As he resumed his path towards the seating area, his steps seemingly unaffected, your mind whirred with realization. A single word, a symphony of emotions—fuck. The weight of his knowledge lay heavy upon your shoulders, a shadow that loomed even amidst the golden opulence of the room.

tbc...

[belladonna23poison]

♤ Call me Noella,

♤ eighteen, American valley girl, history major, poet, writer, lover, spiritually a seventy year old man.

♤ favorite books: The Secret History, Inferno, The Bell Jar, The Pictures of Dorian Gray, The Great Gatsby, Little Woman, If We Were Villains, The Song Of Achilles. (And a bunch of fantasy romances we won’t name).

♤ favorite poets/writers: Plath, Camus, Poe, Kafka, Dostoevsky, Tartt, Didion, Shelly, Nin, Keats, Byron, and too many more.

♤ hobbies/interests: writing, reading, listening to music, hyperfixating on book characters, driving along the coast, staring in the mirror, conversing with straight men, eye contact, loving.

♤ what to expect from my page: I started my page a long time ago that had a much different look and post, which I refuse to get rid of. But now I’ll be posting my own poems, poems I like, my takes on books and other pieces of literature, pictures I find pretty, and maybe a rant if I have absolutely no one else to talk to.

♤ just this of my page as one big Gatsby party hosted by me, Noella, and my Daisy is the oblivion of aesthetic and absolute talent.

-Noella

[farsight-the-char]

Another writing sample thing, this time for a "Soulbound" adventure, but with my OCs.

Kelvin awoke from his nightmare, the eyes of his handler gazing at him with intent, a mix of homicidal desire and pity. The homicidal desire was normal, she looked at almost everyone like that to a degree. The pity was what really worried Kelvin.  She was in her sleeping robe, the only weapon on her was her “mercy knife”, so likely she just got up, Kelvin figured.  “You Dreamed, mage. What did you dream of?” Warrior Priestess Doria Astraea Cedars spoke simply, arms crossed in her waiting.  Kelvin was familiar with this routine by now, this is the 6th morning she had inspected him like this. “Average dream, me missing my old life, my old family, my old multiverse. No demons or anything to worry about.” Kelvin said plainly, for it was the truth.  Doria nodded, satisfied. “Of course. Can’t be too careful. Come, Mr Hussain. Elza went shopping and was able to acquire a sizable amount of quality ham, and Miss Noella cooked up some flatbread.” 

[starlitpage]

about & directory

I'm Star and my pronouns are she/they!

What I write:

dark fantasy

dark romance

fairytale/myth reimaginings

contemporary fantasy

mystery

new adult and adult but a wip or two are ya

dark with hopeful themes

queer characters

supernatural

Interests:

reading

linguism

sharks/marine life

making edits

mythology

Other places to find me:

pinterest

inspo blog

list of wips under the cut

Fates Woven in Shadow #1 | dark fantasy, new adult, editing stage, multipov, main wip

Fates Woven in Shadows follows five characters--Eurdyn, Aurelian, Andee, Lucy, & Haizley--as they struggle with accepting or defying the fates they have been tied to; all while trying to find a murderer who is targeting beings who have escaped from a facility known as the Hospital. Eurdyn and Haizley being two of the escapees and their friend Noella being a victim.

Stolen Roses #1 | dark fairytale reimagining, new adult, drafting, multipov

Stolen Roses follows Sylvie and Eve as they try to find each other as well as their mother in the Silverwood--a magical forest home to all sorts of mystical creatures and beings. The same forest that stole their mother years ago and that has now entangled both sisters in trying to find a way to heal the forest before it's too late for them all.

Others to be added but these are the main ones!

[powerpayback]

Haley Coello-Sterling

27 - She/Her - Cancer

Talent: Lumokinesis; can control the intensity of artificial light sources, ability to summon minor amount of self-emanting light

Likes: Flowers, baking

Dislikes: Darkness, literature snobs

Fun Fact: Haley’s lumokinesis is tied to her emotions, affecting nearby lights around her. 

Haley Coello-Sterling lives a slow life, waiting on tables in the morning and writing under a pseudonym at night. She brings life and light to any room - literally - with her cheerful disposition. But underneath that sunny exterior lies a fiercely protective woman who would do anything for the people she cares about. 

Vanya “Red” Wolanski

30 - They/Them - Scorpio

Talent: Cryokinesis; can generate ice/frost, ambient temperature decrease

Likes: Causing trouble, snow 

Dislikes: Air-conditioning, entitled assholes

Fun Fact: Red’s hair is naturally white due to their cryokinesis. 

Vanya Wolanski, better known as Red, spends their nights looking over the newly infamous Silver Ring. Loyal to their boss, Noella Eld, above all, they are intense with surprisingly fiery passion. Under that bright red hair and biting attitude, they’re simply a maniac with a heart of gold. 

[ladycharles]

Drove to Sherbrooke then to Val Des Sources to pick these guys up from a little shelter. They were bred to be fed to snakes but got rescued by the shelter and now they're our little friends and will get to meet Mouse and Pumpkin.

What would *you* name them?

PS wow the appalachians are beautiful. I would love to do a writing retreat out there.

[dankusner]

Denton Municipal Court, Goodwill will help people expunge criminal records, clear Class C warrants

As an older Black man, he was also part of a group that is disproportionately affected by criminal records and six times more likely than white men to face incarceration, according to the Sentencing Project, a nonprofit advocacy group seeking to address racial disparities in the criminal justice system.

Even having a minor criminal record with misdemeanors or arrests without conviction can have broad implications for a family’s security and can create lifelong barriers, especially since studies show that 9 out of 10 employers and 4 out of 5 landlords ask about criminal records, as Noella Sudbury, founder and CEO of Rasa, a public benefit corporation focused on affordable expungement of criminal records, told Forbes in November.

Sudbury said a criminal record makes it “incredibly difficult for people with even minor records to obtain jobs, stable housing or move forward with their lives — 79% of people who live with a person who has a record have been denied housing at least once because of the record.”

As the senior director of workforce development for Goodwill North Central Texas, Bobbie Hodges has firsthand experience with people affected by this issue when they come in or write pre-release jail letters asking for help from Goodwill’s job resource center.

Hodges said it’s why Goodwill started hosting expunction clinics last year to help job seekers with criminal records.

The free event takes place between 9 a.m. and noon Monday, July 15, at Goodwill at 2030 W. University Drive in Denton.

Goodwill will help the first 100 people at no cost if they are seeking a job and sign up for services.

The retail and job resource nonprofit works with five states — Texas, Florida, Indiana, Kentucky and Illinois — to expunge criminal records.

An expunction means the court will seal or destroy all records of an arrest and court proceedings.

“We saw that criminal background was a big barrier,” Hodges said.

“Some of these backgrounds are things that were years ago and are still hindering the clients. They made these mistakes when they were young.”

Judge Tyler Atkinson

Judge Tyler Atkinson presides over the city of Denton Municipal Court.

He was familiar with Court in the Community events from his time working in Fort Worth and now has one set for Monday at Goodwill on University Drive.

“There is no reason for people to hold onto warrants in Denton,” he said in an email. “We want to get those cases resolved."

In an email Monday, Denton Municipal Judge Tyler Atkinson said the Court in the Community event next week has two aims: to provide the community with an option for seeking expunction of their qualifying county-level charges and to help people resolve their Class C misdemeanor citations that they have pending with the Denton Municipal Court.

“If someone is being held back from getting a job because of a criminal record that is eligible for expungement, they should register and come to the event to see what options are available to them,” Atkinson said.

Atkinson also said, “We can’t help resolve county-level warrants — like a drug charge. If you know you have a warrant for a higher-level offense, you should contact the Denton police or sheriff about options for getting that cleared.”

For the Court in Community event, Atkinson said, the court will waive warrant fees that have been accumulated on a citation, helping to bring the balance owed back to what it originally was when the citation was issued.

Atkinson will be on hand Monday to help start people on a payment plan for balances owed or a community service agreement.

“The primary goal of the event is to get these cases resolved,” Atkinson said.

“We want people to come in and talk about their circumstances so we can come up with a solution. If someone comes to the event with the goal of resolving their citations, any warrants will be lifted right away.”

This isn’t the first time for Goodwill to host an expunction clinic in Denton.

The first one occurred in March with about 40 people in attendance.

Hodges recommends that people come with their state-issued identification, even if it’s not from Texas, and have access to email and a phone since that’s how they communicate with people to provide updates on the expunctions.

A passport, birth certificate and/or social security card is also helpful — as is arriving early for the event on Monday.

Goodwill is using Easy Expunctions — one of several online sites, like Rasa, that offer expunction services — to help clear criminal records, Hodges said.

877-884-2481

“Some backgrounds can’t be expunged,” Hodges pointed out. “Whatever they have, we will take a look at it and begin the process. Some people may have three or four criminal records and might get two or three expunged.”

Clearing criminal records isn’t cheap.

Hodges estimated that it costs anywhere between $1,500 and $3,500 to hire a lawyer to clear someone’s record.

Easy Expunctions has three options available online in Texas.

The free option checks your record.

For $9.99, you can find out if you qualify for expunction.

If you do, $699 is the starting cost to clear your record, and the San Antonio-based company includes custom legal documents, a letter of proof and an online mugshot eliminator.

But as Hodges pointed out, receiving an expungement in Texas isn’t easy and depends on several factors such as the penalty level of the crime, the type of crime and the results of the crime.

Those factors are covered in Chapter 55 of the Texas criminal code.

For example, Class C misdemeanors, according to Chapter 55, are eligible for expunction if at least 180 days have passed since the arrest and no felony charge came from the offense.

Some expunctions can also take place if a person completed a veterans treatment court program or mental health court program.

Of course, coming up with $700 or the money for a payment plan to have a criminal record cleared isn’t easy either, especially if you’re not working or barely earning enough to feed your family and pay rent in North Texas.

There are also resources available on the law library’s website to help people understand expunction laws in Texas, including Georgetown University Law Center’s Texas Fresh Start Guide, a free and anonymous online tool to help determine if expunction is available.

Clean Slate Texas — a coalition of community and advocacy organizations, business and faith leaders and families impacted by the criminal legal system — also offers a list of resources online, including upcoming expunction clinics to help people with criminal records.

In fact, it was a flyer for Goodwill’s expunction clinic that Hodges said led Atkinson to contact Goodwill about hosting a clinic and Court in the Community event.

Atkinson, who has been the presiding municipal judge in Denton for four years, became familiar with Court in the Community events when he was a municipal judge in Fort Worth.

Fort Worth’s Chief Judge Danny Rodgers, who retired last year, and Court Administrator William Rumuly, who is now the municipal court director, collaborated with Goodwill to host them, Atkinson said.

“Generally, we have a high resolution rate in Denton,” Atkinson said in his email. “A vast majority of people who get citations respond quickly and choose an option for resolution.”

The Court in the Community event Monday is considered what Atkinson calls a “safe harbor court,” meaning authorities won’t arrest someone on traffic tickets if they come to the court to resolve their issues.

He acknowledged that some people might be fearful about coming to court, which is why they are hosting it at the Goodwill location on University Drive “to meet people closer to where they live and shop.”

“There is no reason for people to hold onto warrants in Denton,” Atkinson wrote. “We want to get those cases resolved. Even if the person doesn’t have the full amount of the citation, we want to work with them to get on some reasonable plan to keep them out of warrant status.”

[noellagomez]

Hello! My name is Noella and these are my ships!

Harry Potter - Drarry (main), Ron/Hermione, Hermione/most people really, Ginny/(Blaise, Neville, or Luna), Wolfstar, Jilly, Jegulus (pre-lily only), Bill/Fleur

Supernatural - Destiel (2nd), Sam/Eileen, Jody/Donna, Charlie/Life

IT (2019) - Richie/Eddie (!!!!), Ben/Bev, Bill/Mike, Stan/Patty

Marvel - Steve/Bucky, Thor/Bruce, Tony/Pepper, Spideypool (comics only), Clint/Natasha, Clint/Bucky (comics only), Carol/Maria

All for the Game - Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten

Sony Heroes - Deadpool/Wolverine, Deadpool/Spiderman (Andrew Garfield or Toby McGuire)

Not an exhaustive list, only touches on ships I like to see in fics and doesn’t include fun background couples I enjoy or my smaller fandom ships. Really only writing this to come back and look at in the future

[imaginewarehouse]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS NOELLA!! avsuebsoanaps9ndyd this is everything and more then what I imagined <3<3<3<3

Omg, so fucked up XD You are so talented writing stuff like this! I'm so obsessed- I've already read this so many times!! Ahhhh! You really bring out the Season 1-2 in him; making him such an entitled asshole but also an idiot XD So perfect!

I haven't watched Superstore in forevor, but you're making me wanna rewatch it all now XDD I miss Marcus <3 And I miss your writing!! I need to reread all your stuff XD ^^

The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[visionarystoryteller]

Holidays|| Love For Noella Levesque

*part of the ‘Love For Noella Levesque OC World’*

The last few weeks before the holiday season really began had been hectic. With the wrestling community in uproar over MJF’s emotional media scrum and relationship speech, it seemed they were plastered everywhere.

Noella had been busy running shows and getting everyone on the same page for show production. Max had seen a little less of her with having interviews himself and him rehabbing an injury before worlds end. The two missed each other endlessly but had agreed on spending the holidays together.

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Max had already been in NY a few hours before Noellas plane had landed, so he made sure his apartment was clean and had a meal cooking all before she could get there. By the time Max had finished setting the table, there was a knock at the door. Piper had ran to the door to meow loudly and max chuckled shaking his head.

“Yes pipe, it’s your bestfriend” Max chuckles as he opened the door. Noella was still fluffing her hair from the windy day, when max opened the door. When she looked up, he was already staring at her with a cocky smirk.

“Well well well” max smirked. She let out an exasperated sigh.

“That stupid wind making my hair look like a rat” she huffed out. Max moved forward and his warm hands snaked their way to her hips and pulled her into him and the apartment doorway more, pelvises almost touching, and her hands immediately going to Max’s chest.

“Oh I could make it look like a rat sweetheart” max says cockily with a big smirk. Noella throws her head back and laughs.

“Maybe later” she says catching her breath. Max wiggles his eyebrows at her, causing her to smack his chest. He leans down and gives her lips a kiss.

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Max wasn’t one to celebrate traditional holidays but he decided to celebrate with Noella. Thanksgiving was spent in his apartment, where Noella cooked a semi traditional thanksgiving dinner for her and Max. It was just them and Piper, of course there was a call from Shawn and a call from her dad, she naturally kept her conversation with her father short and Paul was extremely saddened by this. He hadnt really called for past holidays when he was away unless it was her birthday or Christmas, so he shouldn’t have been surprised when she kept the conversation short. Of course Shawn got more out of her than Paul. He really was like the dad she never had. Even with his own kids, he still made Noella feel part of a family and had her promise to try and convince Max to go to Texas for Christmas so that he could see Noella. Shawn even offered to follow Jewish tradition for Max on his holidays that were running in with Christmas. Max agreed knowing how much Shawn had cared for Noella and wanted to finally meet the man he grew up watching as well.

Max had been driving the rental to Shawn’s farm ranch, while Noella chilled in the passenger seat, excited to see Shawn and his wife.

“I used to spend summers with Shawn’s wife when I was younger. My grandma liked how Shawn’s wife always treated me like her own kid and kept an eye on me when I visited dad on the road. Super protective but really fun.” Noella says to Max as they start getting closer to the ranch.

“So you’re also a farmer girl?” Max glances over at her with a raised eyebrow. Noella chuckles and shakes her head.

“Well more like a rancher girl but sure if that tickles your pickle” Noella shrugs looking out the window reading the signs.

“You surprise me more and more” Max says thoughtfully. Noella looks over at him.

“It’s a good thing sweetheart” Max says feeling her eyes on him. She smiles at him. Max could be full of surprises himself.

“Next right will be the access road to his ranch” Noella says seeing the familiar pastures and wooden signs.

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As Max pulled the car to a stop next to a few pickups, Noella practically screamed. Max braced himself and looked at Noella.

“Shit sweetheart what’s wrong?” Max says. Noella looks at him sheepishly with a shy smile, one that has Max smiling at her.

“You see that blue pickup” Noella points. Max nods wanting her to continue.

“That’s my uncle Steve’s pickup.” Noella says with a big smile.

“Uncle Steve?”

“Steve Austin. Stone Cold.” Noella smiles. Maxs mouth drops open. Noella laughs and quickly gets out of the car.

“Wait he’s your honorary uncle too?” Max laughed nervously. Noella turned to look back at Max, who was closing his door.

“Mhmm, he and Uncle Shawn do a lot of ranching together, ride horses and shit” Noella says holding out her hand for Max to grab.

“I thought I heard yelling ‘oh uncle Steve! I love that uncle Steve’” Steve mocks Noella, coming out the ranch on the front porch. Noella threw her head back laughing.

“Wow hitting the senile stage already” Noella laughs. Steve chuckles and Shawn steps out onto the porch as well. Steve pulls Noella into a hug. Once Steve is done hugging Noella, Shawn hugs her next.

“Hi sweetie” Shawn says as he hugs her.

“Hi” she sighs out. Shawn kisses her head and lets her go.

“Guys…this is Max. Max this is Steve Anderson and Shawn Hickenbottom or Stone Cold Steve Austin and Heartbreak kid Shawn Micheals” Noella says proudly. The older pair of men laugh.

“Maxwell Jacob Friedman,Huge fan of you both.” Max says as he shakes their hands. Shawn laughs and Noella smacks his arm.

“They don’t need your full name” she giggles. Max gives her side a tiny little gaze with his finger and she helps. Shawn and Austin laugh at the pair.

“Well let’s go inside, mommas got a nice home cooked meal just for y’all” Shawn days.

“Which is why I’m here” Austin laughs walking into the house.

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With the holidays in full swing. Noella felt a new sense of belonging. Sure she spent christmases with Shawn before, sure she’s seen Steve on holidays too, but with Max, it’s like she felt seen. Noella also made sure to celebrate the Jewish holidays, which even Shawn, who kept his word, oriented Jewish holidays into the time they were spending on the ranch, which made Max ever grateful. Their last night on the ranch, they sat out by the campfire.

“I just want to thank you guys for having me and including me with Noella “ Max says. Noella who was coming back from the bathroom heard her name.

“I heard my name” Noella says going to sit next to Max but Max grabs her hips when she’s close and pulls her onto his lap.

“This is always your seat sweetheart” max whispered in her ear. She let out a small giggle shaking her head.

“Well Max, it’s been my pleasure having you and my honorary daughter here” Shawn smiles.

“Niece” Steve cuts in laughing.

“Fine whatever, forgot you got jealous old man” Shawn juts at Steve. Noella laughs.

“This is probably been one of the best holiday seasons I’ve had” Noella says thoughtfully looking at the fire. Everyone goes quiet. Max just squeezed her closer to him.

[realhousewives-fan]

Will We Ever Get a Season of RHONY?

A dumpster fire is the right description for the reboot of RHONY now. If Bravo wanted a fresh start free of toxicity, they’ve failed miserably.

Lizzy Savetsky, one of the most central housewives in the reboot of RHONY, left the show after a racial argument with Brynn Whitfield.

I say “one of the most central housewives” because she was tested for RHOD before she was cast for RHONY. 

This is a woman Bravo wanted on a show!

But this is not the first disaster for RHONY.

Earlier this year Bravo and Cocktails posted a rumour about the test filming being a disaster and that 3 housewives had quit!

I didn’t expect any news about the reboot of RHONY at Bravocon, but they shocked me by announcing the new cast of RHONY.

With the amount of disasters I’ve read about in the rumour mill, it was hard to believe we would ever see these women as housewives.

But I guess that Bravo wants us to believe that this is happening. Were you excited about the announcement of the cast of RHONY?

The women were Lizzy, Brynn, Sai De Silva, Ubah Hassan, Erin Dana Lichy, Jenna Lyons and Jessel Taank. But Lizzy has now quit the show.

I didn’t write about the announcement because I don’t believe in this project. I doubt Bravo themselves believes in this project.

Bravo should go through with the show but call it something else and remove it from RHONY altogether.

Bring RHONY Legacy back from Peacock! But that remains to be seen as they announced the cast at Bravocon as housewives.

And the struggle with this reboot makes me worry about the future of Real Housewives.

Will shows be cancelled when the OGs gets to a certain age instead of trying to establish new “producer pets”?

Because it doesn’t look like this franchise is going to survive a generational change.

Their attempt at more diversity is a failure.

Bringing in younger housewives has kind of flopped, with for instance Noella Bergener, Leah McSweeney or Crystal Kung Minkoff.

Is this the beginning of the end of Real Housewives?

[justsomenarutobs]

SFW and NSFW headcanons for Deidara? Omg iim in love with your writing!

Deidara Domestic Headcanons (Sfw With A Lemony Twist)

YES THIS SASSY BOY IS BEING ADD TO MY MASTERLIST! This is the first thing I wrote as I’m getting back into my mojo so I hope I did him justice! Also thank you for the kind words my love, Enjoy-N💛

Masterlist

SFW

Fast to fall in love yet slow to realize is the tagline of Deidara’s love life as he doesn’t even have a type and is conflicted about having a relationship in general, honestly he’s like an actual preteen when it comes to the thought process of relationships. It’s actually quite easy to catch his eye which is another nuisance when it comes to his love life yet catching his eye is one thing being able to keep his eye is another thing in itself. Disregarding his quickness to fall his true personality that tends to stay buried a bit is why Deidara DOES trust his partner but at the same time will treat the beginning of the relationship as a test trial just to see if they truly are staying for the long haul

One thing that intrigues him is someone who’s more on the mature side while yes he can often be a bit childish having a partner who’s also childish or petty won’t have a good conclusion since it’s just going to lead to his annoyance but with a matureish partner they could take his occasional childish actions/moods and nip them in the bud since Deidara hates the feeling of being the unreasonable one in situations

Now in an actual relationship Deidara starts off with barely any boundaries for himself, he wants to experience everything that supposedly makes relationships magical and in all probability this is because this would be his first serious relationship considering he joined the Akatsuki at 12 or 13, he wouldn’t have the ability to explore relationships. Similar to most teenagers he wants to get the ball rolling fast so he’s comfortable with touching pretty fast (holding hands or even sleeping in the same bed) although he might get a bit flustered with more meaningful acts of affection like cuddling or even just kisses on the cheek

He loves showing off his work to his s/o (slightly in share for praise but you didn’t hear it from me) and usually does it in over the top ways such as making multiple clay flowers to be drop from the air then detonating them right before they hit the roof the two are laying on as an added flair of excitement and so they can watch the sparks almost like fireworks, it's nights like that when his s/o is smiling and giggling towards the sky he’ll accidentally just spill some deep dark secrets about his childhood (like how the hell he got those mouth hands o.o)

NSFW

Shockingly passionate but more in a rowdy way such as placing kisses everywhere skin is peeking from, nipping at the collarbones or ears and occasionally just trailing his tongue down their sternum, trying to pick up their personal taste. Deidara tends to linger on foreplay for a while not for a particular reason just a little bedroom quirk of his along with the fact that he prefers to keep his hair completely tied up with nothing in his face meaning even his ponytail is unacceptable when it comes to sex

Deidara is an amateur but does everything in his power to conceal such a fact as he already feels a weird push to prove himself since he’s young(even if his partner is the same age or younger than him) because of that push Deidara tends to be more on the dominant side while also attempting to keep an authoritative tone but thankfully this fizzles out the more him and his partner bump uglies since he gets more comfortable

Speaking of getting comfortable the more secure Deidara is in him self the more likely he is to reveal some of his turn on’s:

Nipples-He has a strong thing for bigger areolas especially if they are darker in color but either way he will literally suck on his partners nipples like he’s trying to breastfeed

Bright colored panties- No way around this one Deidara just enjoys the surprise of bright pinks,greens,reds etc and he’s honestly all about the color not really noticing the type of panties they are although bright g-strings will definitely get him excited just like most teenage boys

Long hair- Don’t @ me but long shiny hair, especially when braided,IS.HIS.FAVORITE.LOOK(as he considers then his type of art since the beauty of the braids is not everlasting) The moment he sees them sporting nothing but a towel and either their braid or just natural damp hair is when the tight smirk fixes on his face indicating they’re in for a long night

For someone who would losing is virginity in this relationship this man definitely has a plethora of favorite sex positions however the top 3 are:

Doggie- It’s fast pace with plenty more of skin open for hickeys,bites and kisses plus he doesn’t have to worry about his facial expressions when their head is in the pillow

Eyes to the sky- (basically reverse cowgirl but the rider lays back so the two are touching as the rider grinds for their pleasure) Adores the extra skin contact and again the hiding of his face plus in this position he gets to relax sorta since he doesn’t have to do much work and in this position he won’t be able to go deep so he’ll last longer for one of the more involved positions

The V- Watching himself enter then exit repeatedly into his partner is what makes this one of his favorite positions along with the fact he has full sight of their chest so he can fondled them to his content likes to see their flexibility aswell

Overall Deidara tends to almost have a competition with himself about how he can go deeper,faster etc so by time they both cum he’s way too exhausted to participate in aftercare going to the extent of completely separating himself from his s/o to rest although about half way through his slumber he’ll reach out to cuddle his s/o

[starlitpage]

War plagued the continent of Ryothsend until the Godslayer’s sacrifice. The Griseo's are banshees who descended from the First Godslayer. Eurdyn Griseo, believed to be the last Griseo alive resides in a facility where non-humans are experimented on for reasons unknown to her. Then it changed. The inmates--all at once--fought back, with their powers now freed they were all able to escape; including Eurdyn, Noella an angel, and Haizley an Illusionist with knack for electricity. After getting out Haizley split from the pair and went off on her own. After walking for what felt like forever Eurdyn & Noella stumble upon a town. Then she wakes up on the road, a man with ruby red haired man named Andee staring down at her, asking if she's okay. He says she can stay at his place, still not thinking clearly, she accepts his offer. Though when they enter his house she realizes that Noella is not with her. She's missing. A few days later she finds her body. Thrust into a mission to find the culprit responsible, she must forget everything she was taught and learn to trust the new people Andee introduced into her life and even Andee himself. Whose own secrets threaten to shatter the tenuous trust that may form between the group. But when people from her past emerge who threaten to destroy her and the people she reluctantly cares for, and memories better left forgotten begin to resurface will Eurdyn make it out alive or will it all consume her? An ancient power is dormant within her. Waiting for her to accept the curse gift. She knows its there, she can feel it thrumming in her veins. Beckoning her to wake it.

Genre: epic fantasy, mystery, romance, multipov

Themes: sacrifice as an act of duty, continuing or breaking cycles, choosing hope, found family, and accepting or defying a fate you did not choose

Status: book one is complete!

Characters:

Eurdyn Griseo | main pov | banshee

Aurelian Lumerun | pov character | fae

Andari Nazzar | pov character | seer

Lucy Whitmore | pov character | human?

Haizley | pov character | illusionist & electricity magic

Asera | black shuck?

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Navigation:

If you want to get the vibe of abb, I post/rb things that inspire me with the tag #abb inspo

For pre abb content content: #pre ABB

Things I write I tag with #a banshee’s bond !

Relationship tags: Eurdyn & Aurelian, Lucy & Haizley, Andee & Eamon, Erios & Cassius, Estrid & Hanaia, Asera & Vikez

[gdnewsam]

Just as Tasmin and Elisa had begun to reconcile their new normal as witches, they're thrown a whole new set of curveballs. Join them, along with Octavian and Dafari, for an all-new adventure in The Witches of Salix Pointe Book 2: Something Wicked This Way Comes. Coming very, very soon...

[justsomenarutobs]

Here’s the link to the rules and information you need before you send in a request——> Christmas Requests And Match Up Guildlines

Winter/Christmas Writing Prompts

Okay, seeing as I couldn’t find a list I liked, I’m making my own, with a mix of dialogue and conceptual prompts because why not.

Feel free to prompt for any ship I’ve written, regardless of whether or not I’ve been writing them recently. Also, feel free to adapt the prompts to fit the universe better (like for SWTOR or DA or something).

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

cuddling by the fireplace

“You. Me. Snowman. Now.”

winter sport of your choice

“What’s that smell… are you making cookies?”

“Hey, no peeking!”

“You invited over HOW many people to the holiday party?!”

Christmas shopping

“Wait, did you spike the eggnog?”

“Where did all of this mistletoe come from?”

“I’m a grown adult. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus.”

trimming the tree

“Your hands are freezing!”

“Aren’t you cold like that?”

“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.”

“What do you mean you don’t want to go sledding?”

watching movies under a pile of blankets

snowball fight

“I swear to god, if you sing another goddamn Christmas carol…”

“Where on EARTH did you get that sweater?”

“How did you manage to get tangled up in tinsel?”

kissing in the snow

“Let’s go for a walk! No, we won’t freeze.”

“Here, let me help you with the scarf.”

spending time with family

“We’ve got a white Christmas!”

“Did you eat all of my holiday chocolate?”

“Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?”

opening presents

“You know, when you said ‘Christmas party,’ this isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Come on, just wear the Santa hat for a little bit?”

“There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

“Hey, cut it out. It’s the holidays.”

“Nope. This is not happening. It’s CHRISTMAS.”

“Wait, you’re not going home for Christmas?”

“Oh come on, it’s just a tradition.”

stuck in a snowstorm

“You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

“Just open the damn present.”

“Hey, stop laughing and put the damn topper on the tree already.”

“If you don’t go to sleep right now, Santa’s not coming.”

“I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit but this is ridiculous.”

“What do you mean, Santa’s not real?!”

running into each other at the airport

“No, you’ll burn the house down.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“This is not for holiday cheer. This is blackmail.”

“Did you seriously get me a pony for Christmas?”

“No more holiday movies. Please.”

“Those cookies were for Santa!”

“Look out! It’s icy!”

“I’d like the snow a lot more if I didn’t have to drive in it.”

“Why is it so cold?”

winter power outage

“You want to go to the mall now? ARE YOU CRAZY?”

“Shhhhh, don’t tell [pronoun of choice]!”

“Secret Santa? Really?”

“Ummm… Thank you very much for the fruitcake. I’m sure it’ll be, uh, delicious.”

“Wait, you mean this whole time, you hated peppermint?”

“I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

“What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh.”

unexpectedly spending the holidays together

“But that carol doesn’t even make any SENSE!”

“I guess… this is when we kiss?”

“No, we’re not getting a puppy for Christmas. Stop. Asking.”

“You don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? YOU HEATHEN.”

“You’re going to New York for New Year’s? Are you nuts?”

winter proposal

“So… what are your plans for New Year’s?”

“You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whomever you wa–”

“Do NOT throw that snowball or else!”

“Did everyone else come with a date?”

“Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?”

“Don’t you have anything else spirited that isn’t as much of an eyesore?”

“Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, love.”