#chat: dixie

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

Taking a cat nap with my giant baby Fannie.

[derpy-thebdayclown]

miaz/diaz doodles because. Because ❤️

I love them all btw (piroska will always be my gal tho)

[kckt88]

Don't Mess with My Mind.

Summary:

When you first got into a relationship with Aegon, it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. But when you catch him in bed with your best friend, it’s his younger brother Aemond who comforts you, at first you think you can go back to normal, but no matter how hard you try you cannot forget how Aemond made you feel that night and soon the two of you embark upon a passionate all-consuming affair that ultimately leads to life changing consequences.

Warning(s): Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Alcohol Consumption, Cheating, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex (M & F Receiving), Unprotected P in V Sex.

Word Count: 3670.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

MODERN AU - AEMOND x Y/N - AEGON x Y/N

Inspired by the song: EMO - Don't Mess With My Mind.

Tag List: @immyowndefender, @zenka69, @iloveallmyboys, @summerposie, @namelesslosers, @dixie-elocin,

The door slammed behind Y/N as she ran out of the building, the tears streaming down her face.

How could Aegon betray her like this? She thought he loved her. He’d told her enough times.

Y/N came to a stop near the car park and sagged against the stone wall, the sounds of Aegon fucking her best friend still ringing in her ears.

That absolute piece of shit, he’d even text her earlier in the day inviting her over to spend the night only for him to get caught with his pants down, literally.

Everyone warned her that Aegon was no good, but she wouldn’t listen, she foolishly believed that she would be the one who could tame him, oh how wrong she was.

The guy was a massive prick, Sara was welcome to him.

Let her be the one to put up with his drinking habits, the temper tantrums, and his disgustingly long toenails.

The only good thing about him was his nice-ish cock, no surprises there as he obviously got plenty of practice, Y/N wondered if Sara was the only one or were there others that he was also seeing, gods it made her feel sick.

Suddenly the glare of approaching headlights made Y/N wince as she raised a hand to shield her face.

Y/N looked up and saw Aemond getting out of his car with a tall dark-haired woman.

The woman began giggling as Aemond bent down and whispered in her ear, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they began walking towards the entrance to the block of flats.

“Hey Y/N-what are you doing out here by yourself?” asked Aemond as he noticed her shaking form huddled against the wall.

“I-I just came to see A-Aegon and I caught him in bed with Sara” replied Y/N.

“Isn’t she supposed to be your best friend?” mused Aemond as he removed his arm from the dark-haired woman who Y/N remembered was called Alys.

“Not anymore” quipped Y/N.

“Aemy, can’t we go inside it’s getting cold” whined Alys, looking bored as she examined her red painted nails.

“In a minute” replied Aemond.

Alys narrowed her green eyes at Y/N and gently took hold of Aemond’s arm, only to be immediately shrugged off.

“Aemond-“ muttered Alys through gritted teeth.

“I think it’s for the best that you leave” urged Aemond, never taking his eye off Y/N as he opened his wallet and pressed some money into Alys’ palm.

“What?” gasped Alys as she closed her fingers around the notes Aemond had given her.

“Money for a taxi-I’ll call you tomorrow” urged Aemond waving his hand at Alys dismissively.

“Aemy baby-I thought we was-“ said Alys her voice low and saccharine.

“I said fuck off Alys” snapped Aemond.

“Fine. Your loss” retorted Alys as she spun on her high heels and stormed off.

Aemond watched with mild disinterest as Alys disappeared round the corner.

“You didn’t need to send her away” muttered Y/N.

“If I’m honest you did me a favour, I shouldn’t have brought her here the first place, as always she treats me like shit, then begs me to forgive her-“

“-So why did you-you know bring her here?” asked Y/N.

“Truthfully-I wanted sex, and it’s much easier than going to some dingy shit hole and putting in the effort to chat up some random that I can’t stand beyond my need to come”.

“Makes sense I suppose” muttered Y/N.

“Now tell me everything” urged Aemond as he took out a cigarette and quickly lit it.

Aemond smoked as he listened to Y/N, and as she spoke, he couldn’t help but notice how sweet she looked, her cheeks tinged pink and her plump juicy lips that would look great around his-

“-And that’s when I found them in bed together” muttered Y/N.

Aemond reached forward and gently brushed the stray tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“If you really want to get back at Aegon, play him at his own game” whispered Aemond as he discarded his cigarette, crushing the dock end under his boot.

“H-How?” asked Y/N wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“Fuck someone else, I mean do you really wanna be out here crying over his pathetic arse or do you want to show him that you don’t give a shit?” said Aemond.

“I guess-but I haven’t got that many friends, so I don’t know who would-” sniffed Y/N.

An opportunity to get one over on his cunt of a brother had never so gloriously presented itself before, and of course he was going to seize his chance, she was ripe for the picking, and he was going to devour her.

“-I’m more than willing to help you-if you ask nicely” muttered Aemond as he leaned forward and braced both hands on the wall beside her head.

His warm breath tickled her skin as he slowly ran his aquiline nose slowly up her cheek.

Y/N closed her eyes sighed, despite being with Aegon she had always found Aemond rather attractive, and despite her initial reservations surrounding his offer, she realised she would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity.

If Aegon could fuck her so called best friend, then she would fuck his brother.

“P-please” whispered Y/N as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her ear lobe.

“Oh, sweet girl-I know you can do better than that” whispered Aemond as reached down and slid his fingers past the waistband of her leggings.

“A-Aemond, please-I-I need you” moaned Y/N when she felt Aemond’s long fingers teasing her folds.

“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget my brother’s name”.

Aemond pressed a finger to hips lips as he led Y/N through the flat he shared with Aegon, all the lights were off and everything was silent, no doubt his twat of a brother had fallen asleep.

Y/N eyed Aegon’s bedroom door nervously but she followed Aemond into his room, noticing how clean and organized it was compared to his brothers who in all honesty was a bit of a slob.

Aemond quietly shut the door, the lock sliding into place with a soft click.

“Last chance to back out baby” whispered Aemond as he crowded Y/N against his bedroom door.

Y/N shook her head as she pressed forward and claimed his lips with her own.

The kiss was filthy, it was depraved-gods it was fucking amazing. Aemond couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his tips as Y/N’s tongue slid against his.

Aemond slowly moved his hands down Y/N’s body before roughly grasping her ass and hauling her up against the door.

Y/N whimpers, gripping at Aemond’s shoulders as he slots himself between her legs, his tongue still invading her mouth.

Aemond presses himself against the apex of Y/N’s thighs, and he growls like an animal when she reaches down and palms his hard cock over his jeans.

“Fuck-“ groans Aemond as he begins grinding his clothed cock against her.

“Someone’s eager” whispered Y/N as she flicked her tongue against the corner of Aemond’s mouth.

“Oh, sweet girl you have no idea” quipped Aemond as she spun her off the door and carried her to his bed.

Soon their clothes are abandoned in a haphazard heap on the floor and Aemond was laid between Y/N open legs moving his fingers through her dripping folds as he expertly devoured her with his mouth, his nose bumping against her pearl as fucked her with his tongue.

Gods, she tasted delicious.

Aemond loved performing oral sex on women, something his past partners never complained about, but nothing compared to Y/N’s she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.

“Fuck,” squeaks Y/N as she grasps at the back of Aemond’s head, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place.

“You’re quite sensitive. Are you going to come already?” asked Aemond smugly.

Aemond alternates between using his fingers and tongue to bring Y/N to her peak.

Y/N arches her back as she comes, Aemond gently sucks on her pearl as she rides out the euphoria of her peak.

“Is that you done baby, or do you want more?” asked Aemond playfully, his chin shining with her slick.

“M-More, please” gasps Y/N as Aemond reaches forward and presses a singular kiss to her pearl before he quickly wipes his chin with his hand.

Aemond smirks as he removes his boxers, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen,

Y/N looks at Aemond and her eyes widen, he was bigger than Aegon significantly so, his cock hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Don’t worry little mouse-it will fit” whispered Aemond as he presses his lips against Y/N’s in a heated kiss.

Aemond takes himself in his hand and guides his hard cock to Y/N entrance, pushing in slowly and pausing to give her a moment to adapt to his size.

After pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N’s lips, Aemond pulls out slowly and slides back in, his pace gentle and steady.

“I thought you said you were going to fuck me hard?” questioned Y/N.

Aemond lets out a pleased grunt and slams into Y/N hard, smiling as she let’s out a yelp of surprise.

The pace he sets is brutal, his hips slapping against hers.

Y/N moans desperately, as she moves her hips to meet his, attempting to allow his cock to reach deeper within her.

Aemond gets the hint, and quickly lifts Y/N’s legs over his shoulders, using the new angle to drive his cock even deeper than before.

“Tell me how it feels, Am I better than my brother” demands Aemond.

“It’s good, so good-yes-yes your so much better than him,”

Y/N praises sets something off inside Aemond as he continues to pound into her, the headboard banging against the wall from the force of his movements.

“Aemond, please, I’m close” whimpers Y/N.

Aemond moves a hand down to where the two of them are joined, and rubs Y/N’s pearl in quick circles, dragging her closer the edge of the precipice.

“I never want to leave this sweet pussy–fuck,” groans Aemond as he marks each of his words in tandem with a rough snap of his hips.

Y/N come with a loud, scream, her body shaking underneath Aemond’s as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“J-Just a little longer-fuck” groans Aemond as he slams into Y/N three more times before reaching his own peak, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.

After a few moments, Aemond gently moves Y/N’s legs from his shoulders, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“I-I wasn’t too rough, was I?” asked Aemond.

“No. I-It was wonderful” exclaimed Y/N, her body shaking slightly.

Aemond smirks as he slowly removes his softened cock from her slick cunt, his singular eye fixated on the drops of seed that spill out.

He takes a finger to Y/N’s opening and pushes his seed back inside, delighting in her moan of surprise. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to her lips, before bringing his finger to his own mouth and sucking it clean.

Aemond laid down on the bed and pulled Y/N to him.

“Not tired, are you?” asked Aemond curiously as Y/N laid her head on his chest and began running her fingers through the sparse hair that graced his chest.

Y/N looked at him and smiled as she shook her head.

“Good, because I plan to fuck you so many times tonight that you cannot walk tomorrow”.

 “Promises, promises” replied Y/N as she ran her tongue over his nipple.

 Y/N started at her phone, another text from Aegon begging her to call him.

He seemed oblivious to the fact that she’d seen him in bed with Sara, initially she did think to give him a piece of her mind but then she decided it was for the best that she ignored him, she really couldn’t deal with any of his excuses at the moment.

Not when she’d spent the entire night getting fucked to within an inch her life by Aemond.

Never had she had so many orgasms in one night, the man was an absolute menace.

Aegon had never made her feel this way, he was a rather selfish lover in that respect, but Aemond, he was something else entirely.

He devoted himself into worshipping every inch of her body and boy was she feeling it today.

Every single muscle ached from being contorted into a number of different positions, Aemond had incredible stamina, the way he held her in his arms as he fucked her against the wall or the way he held her hips as she rode him, his cock reaching places that she never knew existed.

Her phone buzzed again and just as she was about to tell Aegon to go fuck himself, she noticed that it was Aemond who had text her.

Gods, Aemond was on his way over, it had barely been twenty-four hours and he was already desperate for her.

But in truth she was just as desperate, she craved him on a whole other level and her heart fluttered at the thought of seeing him again.

Soon she heard a knock her door and she took a brief pause before she answered it.

She smiled as she saw Aemond leaning against the wall, dressed head to toe in black, a half-finished cigarette hanging from his delectable mouth.

“Come in” said Y/N as she opened the door wider.

“Don’t worry little mouse, I intend to” replied Aemond as he stubbed his cigarette out and entered her flat.

This was how it was between them, over the next few weeks.

Aemond would come to her flat and fuck her on every available surface, she lived alone so they were free to explore one another for as long as they desired.

Sometimes Aemond would sneak her into his room at the flat he shared with Aegon and have her in every way imaginable.

Once he had her pressed against his door with his cock deep inside her as his brother was on the other side complaining that he was making too much noise.

Y/N knew she should put Aegon out of his misery and end their relationship, but the things she would do with Aemond were beyond anything she’d ever experienced with his brother, it made her feel wanted.

It was passionate and all consuming, Aemond was like her own personal drug, she was addicted to him, and she had no remorse about indulging in her habit.

Aemond had invaded every single part of her mind, body and soul.

Even when she was at work, she would find herself reminiscing over their time together, how he sounded when she sunk to her knees and took his cock in her mouth or the way his muscles would tense as he thrust inside her.

She also loved his dominate streak, he would tie her up and blindfold her, as he devoured her cunt, or he would spank her as he fucked her from behind.

Later that day Aemond had picked her up from work and took her back to his flat, after he’d stripped her of her clothes he’d slid down her body, spreading her thighs further apart, so he could get a good look at his sought-after prize.

“Such a pretty cock sleeve" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue up Y/N’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Y/N her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it. Let me hear you”.

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please”

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Y.N, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Y/N

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck"

Y/N was giving off a slew of loud swear words, moans, and pleas, that surely Aegon would hear.

 Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me” moaned Aemond.

Gods he was so hard, it was almost painful.

Finally, he felt Y/N’s inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Her back arched taut as a bow, and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at her whilst she came. Soon her tense body went slack and pliant.

“I need you NOW!!”

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged up and ploughed his hard cock into Y/N’s soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" shouted Y/N, her eyes popping open from her post-orgasm haze.

"You feel so good" rasped Aemond.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Y/N, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward towards his.

Aemond chuckled and bit down lightly on a nipple, making Y/N moan and squirm.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his her squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Y/N.

"Patience" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up her neck.

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Y/N.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

“Gods" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond" whispered Y/N "Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me, filling me up. Give me what I need. Make me scream, make me come”.

Aemond knew exactly what Y/N was doing, and he couldn’t help himself.

Y/N wanted faster, and he was going much faster now; so much for having the control in the situation. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from Y/N’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Y/N was meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Y/N; not caring if Aegon would hear them.

Y/N always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes alive with lust, and her skin shining with sweat.

“Fuck” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he spilled his seed inside Y/N’s wet heat.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Y/N was laid underneath him completely blissed out; their sweaty bodies pressed together.

“Mine” whispered Aemond in his post orgasm haze.

Y/N hummed as Aemond pulled his softened cock from her and flopped down onto the bed beside her.

Aemond placed his hand on her stomach and sighed contentedly as his fingers drew patterns on her skin.

Y/N closed her eyes and pressed her face into the soft sheets, laying with Aemond after sex was always nice, he would often pull her body to his and bury his nose in her hair, or he would haul her over his body, so she was practically laid on top of him.

Aemond seemed to like he closeness and if Y/N was honest she didn’t mind it either, Aegon was never much of a cuddler after sex, he just kind of rolled off her and went to sleep.

As her eyes began to drop, Y/N realised that she needed to officially end her relationship with Aegon, he still kept trying to call and text her, even Sara had tried the cheeky bitch. However, it still baffled Y/N that Aegon would even think that they were still together, especially after she’d been ghosting him for the last few weeks.

Y/N did wonder what Aegon’s reaction would be when he found out that she had been having sex with his brother, but it wasn’t like he could take the moral high ground given what he’d done with Sara.

No doubt he’d throw a hissy fit and try to play the victim like he did in most of the situations he found himself in, but things needed to change, and they never would unless it was her taking the steps to make those changes.

Where Aemond factored into that, Y/N didn’t know as they hadn’t really talked of exploring anything beyond their sexual involvement, it was only when she thought about it that Y/N realised that she wanted more, but she was too anxious to say anything to Aemond just in case he didn’t feel the same way.

But as the saying goes when one thing goes right in your life, another thing will go spectacularly wrong.

A few days later whilst she was at work Y/N was staring at her phone, she’d just got a calendar notification and was horrified to see that her period was long overdue. So, on her lunch break she rushed to the chemist to buy a pregnancy test.

As she returned to work, she hid the box inside her jacket, not wanting anyone to see it.

She bypassed her boss when she returned and sat in the toilets reading the instructions and making sure she peed on the stick properly.

Suddenly a soft knock at the door, distracted her attention from what she was doing.

“Just a second” said Y/N loudly as she held her hand between her legs.

“Boss wants you to stack the new delivery”.

“I said just a second, I’m trying to fucking pee” snapped Y/N.

“Ok but hurry up, you know what he gets like”.

“Fucking pain in the arse” muttered Y/N.

All she wanted was five fucking minutes, sure she should have waited until she got back to her flat to do this, but she couldn’t. She needed to know. Now.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-please” muttered Y/N as she glanced at the ceiling of her bathroom.

Her hands shook as she tightly gripped the pregnancy test. After taking a deep shuddering breath she turned it over.

“Shit” exclaimed Y/N the tears welling in her eyes.

She was pregnant, with Aemond’s baby.

[morbidology]

On Christmas Day of 1951, it was the 25th wedding anniversary of Harry and Harriette Moore from Mims, Florida. The couple were pioneer activists and lead re of the early civil rights movement in the United States. Unbeknownst to them, later on that night, they would become the first martyrs of the movement.

In 1934, Harry founded the Brevard County, Florida, National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) chapter. NAACP worked towards achieving equal pay for equal work for teachers of any race and fought to have lunching prosecuted and attempted to register voters of colour in the region. Harry saw some success during the nascent civil rights movement; voters of colour doubled in Florida during the last half of the 1940s and lawsuits started to be filed to challenge the policy of paying teacher of colour less than their white counterparts.

Due to their civil rights activity, both Harry and Harriette were fired from the school where they both worked. Orange County was a hotbed of racism and violence during the 1940s and early 1950s; the Orange County Ku Klux Klan was gaining popularity and turning more violent by the day.

On that fateful Christmas afternoon, Harry and Harriette had celebrated their anniversary with Harry’s mother and their 24-year-old daughter. They spent the evening eating cake and chatting. At around 10:15PM, the couple climbed into bed and switched off the light. Moments later, there was an almighty explosion; somebody had planted 3 pounds of dynamite under the bedroom floor of the couple.

The force of the dynamite tore open the floor and slammed the mattress to the ceiling before crashing back down. The bedroom was completely obliterated, the front porch had been shredded and the frame of the house destroyed.Harry died on the way to Stanford hospital in the back of a relative’s Buick; Stanford hospital was the closest hospital that would treat people of colour. Harriette died nine days later due to massive internal injuries; she lived long enough to see her husband be buried.

When police arrived at the scene, a sniffer dog picked up a scent which led to nearby Dixie Highway before abruptly stopping. Sure enough Sheriff H.T. Williams found footprints alongside the scent but since he walked through them, the plaster imprint made was useless. Officially, the murders remain unsolved but according to FBI documents, the Orange County Ku Klux Klan are responsible.

Four suspects were known high ranking members of the Ku Klux Klan: Earl J. Brooklyn, Tillman H. Belvin, Joseph Cox and Edward L. Spivey. Despite the evidence against them, no arrests were ever made and all four main suspects are now deceased.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Abigail Shrier

In the abstract, if “Huzzah for Dixie” is worth the full mobilization of university resources and law enforcement, then waving the flag of a terrorist group, or writing “burn you filthy zio” to a student chat, or telling Jewish students to “go back to Poland” where millions of Jews were murdered in gas chambers, or pulling down the American flag over a statue of John Harvard and replacing it with the Palestinian flag, or painting “Ziosgetfuckt” on UPenn’s statue of Ben Franklin, or calling Jews “Hitler’s children”—all insults hurled at Jews on campus—are at least as menacing. 

But in practice, the two types of incidents—rather, the two targets of the incidents—are treated entirely differently. Punishment is meted out swiftly and mercilessly, and with no consideration for free speech principles, any time Confederate flag flyers are posted, any time students hold culturally insensitive themed frat parties, any time colleges uncover student use of the N-word while in high school (or even a word in Mandarin that sounds like the N-word), or even when students or faculty make the familiar conservative argument that affirmative action sets black students up to fail. Rinse and repeat and repeat.

Speech on college campuses has been stultifyingly narrow—and very far from free—for decades. That pro-Hamas students cheer freely for “intifada” doesn’t make it any freer now. The fact that certain students are allowed to call for the death of their Jewish classmates does not herald a new era of free expression. It only underscores that some bigotries enjoy the official sanction of these schools, and are accepted, tolerated, and rewarded with special dispensations and, indeed, goodies.

Use of the N-word on campus or misgendering a classmate will no doubt be met with as swift punitive consequences as they have been for decades, as have a vast and more minute array of “microaggressions.” I invite anyone who doubts this to parade through any of our elite campuses with insulting cartoon depictions of the Prophet Muhammad. 

After weeks of violent, destructive protest, which left campuses trashed and buildings damaged and graffitied, administrators have at last begun to enforce their own rules and call in the police. Perhaps they felt they had no choice: commencement ceremonies loom and lawsuits, recently filed by Jewish students, are on the way. 

[fleshofmensis]

hey chat, it was my (source)birthday yesterday and i completely forgot about it ,, too busy playing fallout

and speaking of fallout! a little ramble for ya

i was rerunning the nuka world dlc and sided with the raiders like usual but this time 😏 i romanced porter gage BUT I SO WISH IT WAS SAVOY ?? i enjoy savoy so much but he's been given fucking.. unnamed npc treatment and i'm fumed — he seems like he could've been a really cool character based on his limited lines LIKE?? dixie had more interaction than him smh

on another note, when claiming territory for the gangs (i went with the pack and disciples) they wanted me to hit the slog and I REFUSE LMAO i love the ghouls in the slog / ghouls in general my sillies

i also started nuka world completely underleveled but tbh the only part that was a pain in the ass was the bottling plant, which i gave to the operators and i eventually offed them sooooo

[ereardon]

Golden Hour || Ch. 1

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, illusion to cheating

Chapter summary: Dr. Olive James arrives in Willow, Georgia, and Dr. Bob Floyd immediately has his feathers ruffled; Olive meets Phoenix, the neighborhood bar owner, who offers her a place to live; Bradley and Olive crash into each other together, literally.

WC: 3.5K

Masterlist here; next chapter here

Willow, Georgia. It looked exactly like you thought it would. You had spent approximately forty minutes Googling the town before booking a one-way ticket from JFK. 

Everyone looked straight out of a Normal Rockwell painting. Couples walking hand-in-hand down the flower-lined street. Kids playing in the town square near a white painted gazebo. Neighbors waving at each other as they crossed paths on the sidewalk. A shop owner sticking his head out the door to chat with a customer. 

You shook your head and inched the rental car down a tree-lined road off the main circle in town, double checking the GPS to make sure it was correct as you stopped the car in front of a small house on a suburban street. 

This was the a doctor’s office? 

The only thing that made you think it could be was the small metal sign hanging, lopsided, on a pole near the front of the house. 

Dr. Robert Floyd Sr. and Dr. Bob Floyd. 

You turned off the car, sitting back for a moment with the air conditioning blasting your face, closing your eyes. What were you doing here? You should be on Madison Avenue, drinking an overpriced iced latte and heading to your job at Mount Sinai. 

Except that wasn’t your job anymore. Your job was inside, past the impossibly charming front door of the two-story house that apparently doubled as a physician’s office in what you could only describe as a hamlet, not a town, not a city. Not even a village. A hamlet. In the middle of Georgia. A state that, up until two hours ago, you had never stepped foot in.

A knock on the glass window to your left made you jump, eyes flying open wide. A woman with a large grin stood, pearly white teeth on full display, only a foot or so from your door. 

Cautiously, you rolled down the window. 

“Well hello there,” she said, too chipper for the morning. Too chipper for any time of day, in your opinion. You liked your people sulky. Salty. like a good New York bagel. LIke a good New Yorker. “I’m Macy Goodwell. Are you lost?” 

You frowned. “I don’t think so? Is this the doctor’s office?” 

She smiled. “Yes, it is! Are you here to see Dr. Floyd?” 

You shook your head. “I’m not a patient.” 

Macy cocked her head to the side. “Are you a tax collector?” 

You laughed. “What? God, no. I’m a doctor.”

Her face relaxed. “Oh! You’re the new doctor. We’ve heard a lot about you.” 

They had? You had accepted Dr. Robert Floyd’s job offer less than twenty-four hours before. How could people already know who you were? 

She scooped her hand through the air in a welcoming manner. “Well let me show you inside.” 

You rolled up the window, stepping out of the car, ankle wobbling in your stiletto on the uneven pathway in front of the house. 

Macy eyed your shoes. “Bit impractical, no?” 

“I wore heels on the subway,” you told her. “I think I can handle the sidewalk.”

She tutted quickly, so quickly you almost missed it. “Bless your heart,” Macy said as you followed her up the stone steps toward the house. “You really can walk in those.” 

Hiking your Chanel purse higher on your shoulder, you shook out your hair, walking through the door. It was an older house, probably from the twenties, with dark wood trim running along the ceiling edges and wooden paneling in the foyer. The door led straight into a hallway that was lined with chairs, a desk at the far end. It was early, not even ten, and the desk was empty. In fact, the entire house was quiet. 

Macy looked at you. “Dr. Floyd is probably already in, but they don’t open until eleven.” 

“Eleven?” You tried to hide your shock. By eleven in New York you would have done rounds on patients, assisted in at least two surgeries and done your post-op charting. There was probably even time in there to pop out for an overpriced Sweetgreen salad, or a croissant at Sant Ambroeus if you really hauled ass.

She nodded. “At least, on Thursdays. Come on, let’s check in the offices. Dr. Floyd?” 

Macy knocked on one solid wooden door. Inside, you heard rustling, before the door squeaked open.

A tall blond with glasses loomed in the doorway. He wore a blue button up shirt with a white doctor’s coat over it, a pair of tan trousers and cowboy boots hidden below the hem of his pants. When he looked at you, he scowled, and you felt his gaze searing over your skin and dark hair. It made you want to turn away from the intensity, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze and smile. 

“Dr. Olive James,” you said, holding out one hand, bangles bashing together as you waited with the hand outstretched. “You can call me Olive or Liv.” 

After a beat, he reached out and enveloped your hand in his. His fingers were long and beautiful, like a piano player’s. “Dr. Bob Floyd,” he said. 

You nodded, your hand still trapped in his. Finally, Bob let his gaze slip from yours and you let your hand fall. 

Macy looked between the two of you and blushed. The air was thick with tension. “I’ll be on my way then.” She nodded at you. “Dr. James. Dr. Floyd.” There was a way that she said Bob’s name. A sort of reverie. Macy scampered away and you heard the front door shut behind her, leaving you and Bob alone. He made no move to show you around. 

You realized you had never even asked Macy what she did or who she was. Perhaps that was the charm of a small town. It didn't actually matter. Everyone was a friend or a neighbor or a relative. Everyone felt entitled to interaction.

You cleared your throat. “Is, um, is Dr. Floyd Sr. around?” 

“My father is quite elderly,” Bob said and his voice was deep, gruff, but velvety. “He’s retired.” 

You nodded. “That’s why I’m here. He hired me as his replacement.” 

Bob squinted. “And what exactly are your credentials?” 

Anger bubbled inside of you. He doubted your credentials? This small-town doctor who probably graduated bottom of his class was asking about your credentials. You straightened your shoulders. “Columbia medical. I did my surgical residency at Mount Sinai where I was chief resident, and I just completed a fellowship in obstetrics.”

Bob brushed past you without a response. You frowned, trailing after him as he made his way into the back behind the desk to a small kitchen at the back of the house. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then turned around. “Why the hell would you want to come here?” he demanded. “You’re a surgeon.” 

You didn’t know how to tell him that New York was dead to you. Perhaps not the whole city, but there was no going back. Not when Peter had come home three nights before and ended a five-year relationship and engagement with five words. 

I slept with someone else. 

There was no going back. Your apartment, your perfect Upper East Side apartment, the one you had searched high and low for three years before finding, was getting packed up as you spoke. The walls you had painstakingly painted were being stripped of all of the artwork and photographs that dotted it so carefully. The kitchen where you had spent countless hours trying to learn how to properly saute green beans and how to roast a whole chicken that would make Ina Garten proud, was standing empty like a skeleton on a gurney. The bedroom that you and Peter had shared was just a shell that had once housed whimpers and soft declarations of love. 

How could you tell a stranger that the largest city in the US was still too small to go back to? So you had done the only rational thing. You had fled. Somewhere far. Somewhere small where you could hide in plain sight. Somewhere he would never come looking for you. Not that you expected him to come searching. Peter Mulligan was the head of fetal surgery at Mount Sinai. He also, not so coincidentally, was your former boss. He had better things to do than to trudge through backwater Georgia looking for a woman he had once loved, but no longer did. 

“I’m still a board certified surgeon,” you replied tartly. “I’m just going to be a internal medicine physician, too.” For now, you added in your head.

Bob frowned, taking a sip of black coffee. “He didn’t tell me he hired you until yesterday,” he said. 

“He only hired me yesterday.” 

“You’re telling me you packed up and left your life in less than a day?” 

Your ears burned. You needed to change the subject. “Who thought opening at eleven was a good idea?” you asked. “How do you even conduct business?” 

Bob set his cup down. “You might be the other doctor here,” he said, “but this is my practice. I know how it should be run. I know these people. They’re my friends, they’re family.” 

You rolled your eyes. “What, like Olive Garden? When you’re here, you’re family.” 

Bob stepped closer. You could smell him. Musky, with a light hint of mint. He was attractive, despite the fact that he hadn’t stopped scowling the entire time you’d been in the same room as him. He towered over you, even if that wasn’t his intention. “This is a small town, Dr. James,” he whispered. “It’ll do you good to remember that.” 

“You can call me Olive.” 

“Dr. James,” he repeated. “Molly will be in shortly. She’s the receptionist. She’ll get things set up for you.” 

He turned to leave and you shot out one hand, grabbing his wrist. Bob turned to you with wide eyes. “Sorry,” you murmured, dropping his hand. “I just, do you know a good place to get a coffee around here? While I wait for Molly, that is.” 

“Breakers Cafe,” he said. “Only restaurant in town.” 

“You’re kidding.” 

Bob shook his head, wandering back toward his office. “Like I said, Dr. James. Small town.” The sound of his wooden door shutting firmly signaled that the conversation was done. 

You looked around the empty office and sighed, pulling out your phone and typing Breakers Cafe into Google maps. 

Half a mile. That was ten city blocks North and South. You could do that without the car. You’d covered more ground in a pair of Jimmy Choos on an average day. 

***

You regretted the decision to walk to the cafe the moment you turned down the street. 

There was something about the sickly Georgia heat that made your hair puff, your skin slick with sweat, your eyes burn from the sun. 

By the time you showed up at Breakers, there was sweat on your hairline and your ankles hurt. New York walking was different. Smooth sidewalks, an aggressive pace set by strangers with their elbows seemingly dug into your sides. Here, in Willow, there was no one to keep pace with. Just tangles of vines and scraggly sidewalks and overgrown lawns that dipped over the cracked brick. No yellow cabs and black Suburbans vying for lane space, honking so loud your ears might burst. Here, in Willow, it was just the sound of your heartbeat raging on in your ears as you trudged toward salvation in the form of a two-star restaurant.

Breakers Cafe, for being the only restaurant and bar in town, wasn’t much to write home about. Not that you’d be writing anyone in New York. They would all side with Peter, for God knows what reason. 

A one-story structure out on the edge of town, directly across the square from the medical office, Breakers had another tilted sign out front, in Carolina blue writing. There were a dozen cars parked in the parking lot, and a slew of outdoor tables that sat empty, sweating in the sun. 

You took a deep breath and pushed in the door, relishing in the feeling of air conditioning wafting over your sun-drenched skin. 

By the time your eyes adjusted to the darkness after spending fifteen minutes in direct sun, you realized all eyes were on you. Literally every table with patrons had stopped talking, their eyes turned toward where you stood at the door. 

“Can I help you, darlin’?” A woman, maybe thirty, around your age, stood behind the wide wooden bar on your left, wearing a pair of overalls and a thin tank top, her dark hair pulled back into a bun, face makeup free but stunning nonetheless. “You look lost.” 

You stepped further inside, letting the door shut behind you, drawn to her. “I, uh, I was hoping to get a cup of coffee. Dr. Floyd said this is the spot.” 

Her face lit up. “Oh you know Bob? Sure, honey, come on in. Have a seat wherever.” 

You nodded, choosing a table off to one side, sitting down on the metal chair and pulling a sticky, laminated menu toward you. Everything was either deep fried or smothered in butter. No wonder they needed another doctor in town. 

“What can I get you?” The brunette stood next to your table, head cocked to the side. Out from behind the bar she was even more stunning. Tall and lithe with a perfect complexion. 

You smiled. “Do you make a cappuccino?” 

She held back a laugh. “We have coffee and tea.” 

You sighed. “Coffee. Let me guess, no oat milk?” 

She smiled. “It’s half and half or cream. Where are you from?” 

“New York.” 

She nodded. “That explains it. Let me guess, you’re the new lady doctor we’ve been hearing about.” 

“Guess so.” 

She hesitated. “I’m Natasha, but people call me Phoenix.” 

You held out a hand. “Olive James.” 

Phoenix grinned. “Dr. James. Good to meet you. I’ll be right back with that coffee. Black, I assume?” 

You nodded and Phoenix disappeared. There was a rustic charm about Breakers. From the worn wooden floor to the walls peppered with posters and framed photos of locals. It had absolutely nothing in common with The Breakers in Palm Beach, and you stuck out as bad here as someone from Willow would in Palm Beach. 

Phoenix slid a cup of coffee over to you and took a seat at the table. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” You took a sip. It was hot and dark, a little bitter, but overall smooth. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

She eyed you. “How long you planning on staying?” 

You were too embarrassed to admit you hadn’t thought that through. Instead, you shrugged. “Depends on a few things.” 

“Well, are you renting or buying?” she asked. 

Fuck. Another thing you hadn’t really thought much about. “I, uh, I’m going to stay at a hotel for a few days. Get my bearings.” 

“Willow Inn,” she said. “Only place in town worth staying at.”

“Good tip, thanks,” you replied. 

Phoenix leaned back against the chair, crossing her long legs. “Listen, I’m staying at my sister’s place and there’s a guest house out back if you’re interested. It needs some work. But it’s better than staying at the Inn, at least on your pocketbook.” Her gaze lingered on your Chanel flap bag on the table. “Or maybe your salary will allow it.”

You let out a breath. “Really? You don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer.” 

“About time this town had something exciting happen.”

The sharp bark of a laugh that exited your mouth surprised you both. 

“Here.” She pulled out a scrap of paper and jotted down a few lines. “My number and address. I’m off at six, so come by after? If Dr. Rob vouched for you at his practice, that’s as good as golden with me.” 

You slipped the paper into your bag. “I’ll see you tonight after six.” 

Phoenix stood up, ripping off a piece of paper from her pad and dropping it on the table. The receipt. She smiled. “Welcome to Willow.” 

***

Back at the office, you stepped through the door to find the waiting room full. A cheerful blonde at the front desk greeted you. “Hi!” she said and her voice hit a sucrose register that nearly made your ears bleed. “Do you have an appointment?” 

You shook your head. “No. Let me guess, you’re Molly.” 

“Sure am.” She grinned. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.” 

“I’m Dr. Olive James.” 

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh, Dr. James. Yes, Dr. Floyd told me to expect you. Give me five minutes and I can show you around.” 

Your eyes scanned the room. “I think the tour can wait. Pretty packed in here, I can take whoever is next.” 

She laughed, a thin hiccup really. You squinted at her. “Oh, honey,” Molly drawled. She couldn’t be more than twenty-four years old. “These patients aren’t here to see you. They’re here to see Dr. Floyd.” 

“Does it matter?” you asked. Looking around, you raised your voice. “Hi, everyone. I know you’re all here to see Dr. Floyd, but I’m Dr. James and I would be happy to help treat you today.” 

Molly opened her mouth, but a woman sitting near the window beat her to it. “We ain’t here to see you, honey. Dr. Floyd is our doctor.” There was a collective round of nods and hums. 

You frowned. “I understand, but like I said, I am also a doctor, and I would love to help.” 

“You can help by not making a scene in my waiting room.” Bob entered the room through a side door. He had taken off his white jacket, and his shirt was one button looser than it had been this morning. He smiled at the woman who had just spoken up. “Mrs. Whitaker. How are you, ma’am?” 

She stood, patting his arm. “Just fine, dear, just fine.” She paused in the door frame and looked back at you. “She’s trying to steal your patients, Dr. Floyd.” 

His face softened and he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, ma’am. Head on back, I’ll be right in.” 

Mrs. Whitaker nodded, and Bob lingered in the doorway. He looked up at you. 

“A word?” 

You followed him down the hall, curving into the front office. It had a series of dark built-in bookshelves lining one wall, a large wooden desk in the middle. Through a pocket door you spotted an empty exam room. 

“I know my father hired you,” Bob said quietly, his voice low and slow, practically rumbling from inside of him. You were struck with the sudden urge to reach out and trace over his Adam’s apple as it bobbed in his thick neck. “But you are an outsider. Don’t go stepping on my toes. You won’t like where it leads you.” 

Before you could respond, he was gone. 

You rushed out the door the two of you had slipped through, but instead of meeting empty air in the hallway, you crashed against something hard and soft at the same time. It wasn’t until the two of you were stumbling to the ground that you realized it was another person, their arms scrambling for purchase on you as the two of you tumbled to the floor. 

“Shit!” Your voice echoed through the hallway as the definitive sounds of smacking limbs hit the wood and you grunted, as did your partner-in-crime. 

You sat up, mentally calculating if there were any injuries. Everything seemed fine. As you made your way to your knees, you heard a voice over your shoulder. “You alright, ma’am?” 

The voice was decidedly sexy. That’s the first thing you noticed. The second was the warm set of chocolatey eyes that met yours as you whipped around, hair getting caught in your mouth. 

“Here.” He held out one impossibly large hand, visible veins running up and down his forearm, and helped you gently to your feet. 

You smoothed your hands over your hair, hoping the fall hadn’t pushed everything too out of order. “Thank you,” you murmured. 

He smiled, bright white teeth. There was a small set of scars along his left jawline against tanned skin, soft brown hair curling up at the edges. He went on for miles and miles and you found yourself looking up, despite your four inch heels. “I’m Bradley Bradshaw,” he said confidently. “Don’t think we’ve met before.” 

Your fingers were still resting in his hand. “Dr. Olive James.” 

Bradley’s eyes widened slightly. Your reputation might have preceded you. “Nice to meet you, Doctor.” 

“Call me Olive,” you said. 

“Olive,” he replied and your name had never sounded sweeter than it did in that moment. Down the hall, in the waiting room, someone coughed and it pulled you from your daze. Your hand slipped from Bradley’s and his eyes flickered down to where your hand landed at your side before trailing up, back to meet yours. “I, um, I have to go speak with Bob about something,” Bradley said. “But I’ll see you soon I hope?” 

You grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure you will.” 

Bradley bent down and collected his folder that had fallen on the ground when the two of you collided. A single piece of paper stuck out the top. You caught two words. 

Partnership agreement. 

Bradley righted himself and smiled. At the end of the hall, Bob Floyd opened his door and ushered Mrs. Whittaker into the waiting area. He caught sight of Bradley and waved one hand. “Bradshaw,” he called out. “I’ve got a minute between patients.” 

Bradley looked at you once more, tipping his head slightly. “Duty calls. See you soon, Olive.” 

You watched as Bradley sauntered over to where Bob was standing, a frown plastered on his face as he looked at you. Bradley gazed over as well, his smile a complete contrast to Bob’s displeasure. A strange sentiment gathered in the bottom of your stomach. 

Willow was turning out to be a more complex place than you had originally thought. 

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[asukiess]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT

AKUMATIZED!LOVEYBUG WITH DIXIE BOY - APRIL SMITH AND THE GREAT PICTURE SHOW

or just jealous and possessive loveybug bc sometimes a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do

I am a SUCKER for yandere and yandere lite/equivalents. look we don’t have to go killing anyone about this but the anger potential is sooo sick. also that song is so good ty for the rec!!! (also also i did put a DDLC song in the loveybug playlist lmao)

I do feel there’s a good basis for possessive trait gone extreme in marinette. for one she’s a teenager. that covers a lot of the reasoning. and two, the whole “you don’t deserve him” in kagami’s first episode, ladybugs general jealousy/sadness at lack of attention on the few occasions pertaining to chat hehe

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I Think We're Alone Now

Billy Bennett x reader

Summary: Lex has dibs on Y/N, Kings Dominion's only group floater, but Marcus can't help but notice the lingering feelings between her and someone else.

Masterlist

Marcus sat at the only empty lunch table, situated in the middle of the room. He pulled out his journal and began writing, opting not to trust the cafeteria food in a school for assassins. Suddenly someone jumps over the table, he recognizes the green mohawk as soon as he sees it.

“I think Chico’s got a crush on you,” Billy comments sitting down across from Marcus, “Or he wants to kill you, probably kill.”

“Fuck that dude,” Marcus replied. “What’s his deal anyways?” Billy began explaining the nuances of the clique system within the school. “What about her? I thought you said that groups don’t mix.”

“They don’t, that’s Y/N, she’s special, her dads a hot shot assassin, no one knows exactly who he is, but there’s enough rumors to sink a ship. Plus everyone’s scared of her reputation, so they let her slide with the legacies, even though she doesn’t fit in with any particular group.” Marcus’s eyes lingered on the girl's form for a minute, as she talked with Saya and the Kurokis. “Nonono, you don’t want to do that, plus Lex has dibs on her if she ever dates a rat,” Billy protested.

“How can you have dibs on a person?”

“I don’t know, but he does,” Suddenly Billy straightens up a little bit and squirms in his seat. Marcus follows his gaze to see Y/N approaching them.

“Hey Billy…new kid,” she addressed them each with a smile, not something Marcus was expecting from the apparent most deadly person in the school, “How’s your day been so far?” she asked Marcus, scooching into the seat next to him. “I know how your day’s been,” She gestured to Billy’s arm with a sorry smile.

He laughed lightly shrugging, Y/N turned back to Marcus, “Traumatizing,” Marcus replied.

This earned a laugh from Y/N, “I like this one, can we keep him?” she jokingly asked Billy.

The three of them chatted for a few more minutes, before Y/N announced she had to go, “Do you have any final words of wisdom for Marcus on his first day?” Billy asked before she could leave fully.

“Try to keep your head attached to your body,” she joked (not really) backing away.

Billy watched, love stricken as she left the cafeteria. “Dude,” Marcus interrupted. “I thought you said we don’t want to do that,” he raises an eyebrow at the green haired boy.

“Do what?” Billy snapped out of his daze, “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

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That night, after classes had finished and supper had been eaten, the rats sat up on the roof smoking.

“The Dixie Mob are fucking assholes,” Lex complained.

“Yeah like who really gives a shit about white supremacy nowadays?” Billy went to take a drag of his cigarette but it was pulled from between his fingers. He turned his head, about to curse out the culprit when he came face to face with Y/N, a smirk on her face as she took a drag from his cigarette and placed it back between his fingers. “Y/N, h-hey.”

“Hey,” she smiles, sitting down next to him on the concrete slab. “I see you survived, new kid,” she spoke around Billy to Marcus. Billy had taken a long drag from the cigarette and now offered it to the girl, but Lex was quick to step in.

“Here love, you can have one of mine,” he offers her a fresh cigarette, which she accepts with a soft ‘thank you’ as he lights it for her.

Petra walks over from where she had been standing away from the group, a little gracious for her roommate to be there, and sits next to Y/N.

“I thought you said she mostly hangs with the Legacies?” Marcus whispers in Billy’s ear.

“Yeah, but like I said, she’s also technically a rat, and Petra is her roommate and they're close. So she hangs with us when she can.”

Marcus nods in response.

“Hey, Y/N! Check out this new move I've been working on!” Lex calls from the skateboard ramp. Y/N focuses her attention on the British boy.

When he finishes his trick, Y/N claps politely, “Damn, that was sick!”

Billy flicks his cigarette to the ground, “Oh that was nothin’!”' he challenges. After Billy executes his trick flawlessly, he spreads his arms wide and asks, “How was that?”

“11 out of 10” Y/N replies with a beaming smile.

“Well what would you rate mine, love?” Lex interjects.

Marcus can see the girl's internal struggle to answer correctly. “10.5 out of 10” she finally says with a sweet smile.

Marcus looks to Lex, who seems content with this answer, though not entirely happy.

“Who did you get partnered up with in De Luca’s class today?” Petra asked Y/N, Marcus could see her shoulder’s relax at the change of subject.

“Fucking Brandy Lynn,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

From there on the air seemed lighter and the conversation seemed to flow smoother. Finally, Y/N stood up and stomped out her cigarette, “Alright, it was good hanging, I gotta go,” she waved goodbye and headed to the stairwell, a chorus of byes following her.

“Man, she so obviously has a thing for Billy,” Marcus states, taking a drag.

Billy chokes on air while Lex gets visibly irritated.

Petra elbows Marcus “Dude,” she whispers. Marcus raises his hands in defense.

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Over the next week Marcus and the rats grew closer, including Y/N. Marcus had watched as she would sit across from Billy every time she ate a meal with them, or how she would always laugh at his jokes, even when they're not funny (which was a lot of them).

On Friday, Marcus stops Y/N in the deserted hallway, “When are you going to tell Billy you like him?”

“Excuse me?” If looks could kill, Marcus would be dead.

“C’mon, it's obvious you have a thing for him, and him for you, so just tell him,”

Y/N laughs incredulously, “I don't know what youre talking about” She turns to leave.

“Y/N,” Marcus says seriously.

Y/N turns back and looks at Marcus seriously, “Leave it,” and walks off down the hall.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Y/N stands in the kitchen, Shabnams party in full swing, if you could call it that. She nurses a red solo cup of alcohol. Her eyes roamed the patrons of the party but were always drawn back to a green mohawk.

“You should go over there,” Marcus says from beside her, “talk to him.”

Y/N couldn’t seem to shake the curly hair boy recently. “No,” she says simply, taking a small sip.

“C’monnn, just talk to him.” Y/N shoots a glare at Marcus. “Fine, if you won’t tell him, I will.” He cups his hands over his mouth, yelling “Billy!” to get his attention over the music and conversation.

Y/N cocks her head at the curly haired boy, “Seriously?”

On the couch, Billy looks over the top, looking into the kitchen. Marcus waves for him to come over. Y/N tries to slip out with a group of people, but Marcus was quick to grab her arm and place her firmly back in place.

“Hey guys! What's up?” Billy asked in his usual goofy tone, a smile covering his face. His eyes were slightly bloodshot but they still carried the usual kindness.

“Y/N here was just asking me about my favourite punk bands, and I figured you would be a better person to talk to about it,” Marcus shoots the girl a cheesy smile to which Y/N returns a quick sarcastic smile.

“Yeah! man, I love the Adolescent and have you ever heard of….” Billy trails off into a tangent and Y/N can’t help but hang on to every word. Marcus walked away feeling accomplished.

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“WELL, well, well, what do we have here?” Lex yells, making Y/N flinch ever so slightly. Her and Billy had been talking for what feels like forever, gradually moving closer to each other in the small kitchen, “flirting with my best friend, eh?” Lex slings an arm over Y/N’s shoulder, which she is quick to shrug off, but Billy’s look of deflation doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Screw off, Lex,” she replies, pushing him back lightly.

“Oh, cmon, loveeee” he drags out, going to place a hand on her ass, but the second it grazes, his wrist is twisted in an unnatural way.

“I said, fuck. off. Lex,” Y/N states, still holding his wrist and threatening to break it.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Marcus interrupts, making her release Lex’s hand, albeit reluctantly, “let's get you out of here,” he says to Lex, patting him on the chest and shooting the couple an apologetic look.

Y/N turns to Billy, “I need some air,” she brushes past him and out the front door.

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Y/N was sitting on the front steps, carving a design into the stairs with a knife, when Billy came up beside her, “want some company?”

She looks up at him, “sure” and waves to the spot beside her.

“I’m sorry about Lex, he's a total asshole when he's drunk… Are you okay?” he asks as he sits down.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she forces a smile, but doesn’t look back up from the design.

“You didn't look fine, and if the stairs are any indication…” he says with a raised eyebrow looking at the design she had carved.

“It's just…” she sighs, getting up and pacing in front of him, “my dad used to yell like that, and accuse me of shit I didn't do… so when people do it now it really pisses me off.”

“Yeah I get that… Believe me, I do,” he nods solemnly, Y/N sits back down. “I’m sure Marcus is giving him an earful and I'm going to tomorrow when he's sober enough to understand.”

“Thank you,” she gives him a tight lipped smile, “thank you for being so kind,” she leans her head on his shoulder for a second, and then removes it.

“You gave me no reason not to be, and I mean, technically you’re one of us,” he laughs.

“I am, aren't I? Maybe I should embrace that more,” Y/N says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she looks in his eyes.

“Yeah!” Billy says, getting a little excited.

A comfortable silence falls over the two, looking at each other with little smiles growing on their faces.

After a minute, Y/N looks away, “What do you think of Lex's whole ‘dibs’ thing?” she asks, looking out to the street.

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head slightly.

“I mean, do you give a shit about it?” she turns towards him.

“No, it's just some stupid thing he came up with to make himself feel better,” he laughs, turning back to Y/N, “wh--”

Before Billy could finish his question, she does what she’s always wanted to do since she met Billy Bennett, and what Marcus has been pressuring her to do. She grabs the side of Billy's face and leans in and presses her lips to his. The kiss is sweet and gentle and quick. When she pulls back Billy looks at her with stars in his eyes and he lets out a signature little giggle, before leaning back in for another, more heated, kiss.

[mossrotts]

some channel point sketch redeems! thank y'all so much for hanging around and being such a positive part of my chats and building up enough points to even do a redeem like this--i really appreciate it and i'm glad i hope these lil sketches reflect that! a lich dixy requested by @dixy, a cozy happy flower crown'd venali requested by @dappercapricorn, and a sexy strahd (which i interpreted to of course mean Nya Hand Pose) for @courtwizardsirdoctorclydesdale.

[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨)

╰┈➤ trevor zegras x fem! singer! reader au

╰┈➤ oc: Alanna Oregon (no faceclaim)

╰┈➤ masterlist

╰┈➤ this is completely made up from my mind, these songs do not exist, i created the titles and some of the verses one night thinking about this. i created these titles and verses for the sole reason of being able to have complete control over what Alanna sings and writes

𝓖𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 !

ೃ⁀➷ born May 23, 2000, Kennewick, Wash.

ೃ⁀➷ her best friends since birth is Becca "Becky" Rivera, their dads have been best friends since childhood

ೃ⁀➷ moved to LA in summer of 2019 to follow her music career

ೃ⁀➷ released her first official single in October of 2019 titled Love Message sparking numerous dating rumors, but no one knew who it was about

ೃ⁀➷ her debut album called Obsessed with You came out in summer of 2021, it was composed of 12 love songs, including Love Message, making it pretty obvious she was in a relationship by now, but who the boyfriend was remained a mystery

ೃ⁀➷ November 24, 2021. Alanna posted a carousel of photos soft launching her relationship with mystery man

ೃ⁀➷ January 2, 2022. Hard launch of her relationship with Trevor while the two quarantined together

ೃ⁀➷ April 2023. All posts about her relationship with the hockey player are deleted from her instagram sparking break-up rumors

ೃ⁀➷ Summer 2023, dating rumors between Trevor and Dixie, one of Alanna's close friends, begin

ೃ⁀➷ September 1st, 2023. Alanna announces her new album, Tired of U, coming out on October 14, 2023.

𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮

ೃ⁀➷ the two met in summer of 2019, Alanna had just moved to LA and Trevor was in Anaheim for the Duck's training camp

ೃ⁀➷ Alanna was laying on her beach towel when Trevor walked up to her and the two started chatting, eventually exchanging numbers

ೃ⁀➷ it was clear to the both of them as they got to know each other that they had feelings for one another, but since Trevor was going to Boston, neither of them acting on said feelings

ೃ⁀➷ october 29, Love Message dropped, the lyrics being a letter the girl had wrote to Trevor, but never sent when she saw he had a rumored girlfriend

ೃ⁀➷ the two didn't talk much until Trevor came back to California in September of 2020

ೃ⁀➷ A week before Trevor left for Michigan, November 3rd 2020, he asked her to be his girlfriend

ೃ⁀➷ In summer of 2021, Alanna released her first album, Obsessed with you, all the songs being about Trevor and their relationship

ೃ⁀➷ When the two of them caught covid in January of 2022, the two decided to hard launch their relationship with Alanna posting three photos. One being them watching a Harry Potter movie with only their blanket covered leg in the frame, the other being a plate of cookie, and the last one being a selfie of the two of them cuddling as Trevor pressed a kiss to her kiss

ೃ⁀➷ Their relationship was perfect until the 2022-23 season started, Alanna noticing the boy started acting very differently on and off the ice

ೃ⁀➷ The two eventually split up in April, Trevor calling her after his last away game of the season in Arizona, breaking up with her and hanging up before she even had time to realize what he had said

ೃ⁀➷ Alanna and Trevor never saw or talked to each other after that, all of her stuff being gone from his place when he came back, and all his things from her home being in a box on his bed

ೃ⁀➷ Now, had Alanna announces the release of her second album, all the songs being about Trevor but for not so good reasons this time, the boy has the urge to reach out.

𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓾

✎track i - 11 feet behind

✎track ii - friend stealer

✎track iii - mascara stained cheeks

✎track iv - killing us softly

✎track v - 30 seconds

✎track vi - sunset chasing

✎track vii - crushed mind

✎track viii - i regret you everyday

✎track ix - i miss u

✎track x - spinning circle

✎track xi - forgive

✎track xii - heist

✎track xiii - heart n soul

✎track xiv - tired of u

[taylor-on-your-dash]

Swift Ascent - Dolly Magazine - May 2009

Original Scans; Conducted on March 14, 2009 in Sydney

As usual, this was transcribed for the interviews spreadsheet.

DOLLY's Emma V meets Taylor Swift and discovers she's the perfect antidote to trashy starlets like Paris and Lindsay, proving once and for all that nice girls really do finish first.

I'm standing in the middle of an excited crowd on a Saturday night in March when a tall blonde walks onto the stage. "I feel like we should get to know each other," she says into the microphone "I'll start - my name's Taylor, I'm class of 2008, koalas ave my new favourite animal, and I officially love Australia". The crowd roars in approval, while 19-year-old Taylor Swift grins from ear-to-ear. Watching her flit across the stage ina micro-mini green sequined dress, it's hard to believe we're just a hop, skip and jump away from Mount Kosciusko at the "CMC Rocks the Snowys" country music festival. But like the festival itself, which is free of line-dancing and boot- scooting. Taylor is a contradiction Born in the small US town of Wyomissing, Pennsylvania. Taylor surprised everyone when she developed a passion for country music "The kids at school thought it was weird that I liked country -they'd make fun of me," she confessed recently. But Miss Swift didn't let a little thing like peer pressure put her off "discovered Shania Twain, Faith [Hill] and the Dixie Chicks, and I found all these things in their songs I could relate to country music told stories that made me think."

RELUCTANT SUPERSTAR As I wait backstage for my interview with Taylor, it's obvious when she enters the room, even though I can't actually see her due to all the people trying to catch a glimpse - I haven't seen so much fuse over ane person since interviewing Jessica Alba! Despite the hangers-on and the gaggle of minders rushing around, she appears relaxed and cheerful as she records a TV interview. Watching all the craziness unfold, it's hard to believe the statuesque teen (she stands at 180cm, the same height as supermodel Gisele Bündchen) was a loner at school. "Junior high was actually sort of hard, because I got dumped by this. group of popular girls," she revealed during an interview recently. "They didn't think I was cool or pretty enough so they stopped talking to me when I'd sit down at the lunch table, they'd get up and move. Or as I was setting up my equipment to sing karaoke at the town summer festival, the kids would shout horrible things."

TAYLOR BY NUMBERS Costume changes in her live show: 1 (she ripped off her black tee and jeans to reveal a green sequined shift dress) Signed first song-writing deal at 13 Scored first number-one at 16 Number of friends on MySpace: 1,177, 650-and counting! Number of albums sold: 6,000,000+

THE TAYLOR EFFECT Finally it's my turn to chat to Miss Swift, but before I sit down, she extends her hand and says, "Hi, I'm Taylor." I'm impressed -most celebrities fail to observe basic pleasantries when you meet them. As we chat a number of things strike me: her skin is like porcelain- I have to fight the urge to ask if it's real. Her hair is her signature thing-flowing curls which are naturally honey blonde (she's never coloured her hair), and her eyes-even when the questions get more personal, her blue eyes atay fixed on me the whole time. Many industry people say it's this natural air that sets Taylor apart from other young musicians. "I didn't want to write songs about being on the road and being in hotels and missing your family and missing your friends," she says. "I'm inspired by boys and love. Those are my favourite things to write about." After Joe Jonas dumped her in a 27-second phone call, Tay didn't get angry: she simply used the experience to pen the track "Forever & Always" which was a late inclusion in her top-selling alburn, Fearless. I ask her if she worries about whether potential boyfriends will be scared off by her candid song-writing style. She pauses, before saying, "I think my motto on that is that if guys don't want me to write bad songs about them, they shouldn't do bad things". It's a little piece of Taylor wisdom to take home, along with a photo and a hug that makes me think we could all use a bit of Taylor's sunny outlook in our lives.

TAYLOR TALKS, ER, SWIFTLY ON

HER DEATHROW MEAL "A huge cheeseburger, large fnes and a chocolate milkshake." WHAT MAKES HER SMILE "When I've just figured out the perfect word to go in that gap I was missing [in a song that s when I am at my happiest." BEING IN LOVE "I don't think I've had one great love of my life. Love is interesting because you can feel like you are in love and then after, you realise that if it had been that great love, then it would have lasted." HER SECRET TO MYSPACE SUCCESS. "My success on MySpace has come from not treating my MySpace as a promotional site, like I just wanted to get a lot of fans and use them to buy my albuma. I just wrote on my MySpace [about] who I am as a person, what I like, what I don't like. I think that being real with people is the best that you can do Just be yourself if you keep having to reinvent yourself, eventually you'll run out of things to be." HER LAST BIG SPLURGE "I bought a tour bus this year-that was a big splurge! But that's like where I live, so it's sort of like investing in a new house on wheels. It has a treadmill out the back, it has a shower, a complete bathroom, wood floors, a huge bed and a chandelier over the bed. It's really fun!"

[itspdameronthings]

Soulmate( Ironhead Miller)

Summary: This thought has been in my head for a few days. Everyone has a soulmate. Here is my thought how Will met his own soulmate. Explores how,and when it happened. I plan to do the same for the rest of the team.

 Relationships have been hard for William in the last few years.  Dated a few women. Was engaged till that ended. She claimed that she couldn't handle being with someone with so much. How did she put it while packing her stuff," screwed up in the head." That hurt him. Thought she was the one. To take care of him. 

Both of them met at his job in the VA. worked at the front office.  Was smitten when he came by to drop things off. Next step is to meet the boys. Santi ,and Frankie seem to like her. Benny? Not so much. Either his girl. Whose is best friend.  More like his baby sister. Both of them wanted what is best for him. Flashforward to a few months later. After Will's breakdown at the publix. She couldn't be with him anymore.  That didn't go well with Benny, and Dixie. Both of them witnessed the shouting match.  While she was packing her stuff. Mentioned that she never understood Will.Thought she could help him,but can't do that.  Dixie got into her face," You knew he was in the Army! You work at the VA! See soldiers in worse conditions physically, and emotionally! All you wanted was to be married for sex. Not love! That sucks! " She lunged at Dixie ,but not before Will stopped her. Confronted her. Telling her to leave. Not till she threw the ring on the floor," Mark my words! You will never find anyone else to take care of you!" That moment Will was so emotional.  Thank God for his brother ,and Dixie was there to comfort him.  

Flashforward another few months later. Will went to an office building to drop by to see Santi who was doing a security  job.  Until he bumps into someone.  Their eyes met. Felt like something out of a movie. Helping her pick up a pile of papers," Sorry darlin.  I'm never this clumsy. I'm Will by the way. " Looking into his blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. Never seen eyes that were so beautiful.  Like the ocean. Cleared her throat, " I'm Cherry. Are you looking for someone?" Will smiles, " Yeah, my friend who was working on the security systems here. " Santi comes over to his friend.  Patting his shoulder, " Glad you are here man. I'm starving. How about we get out of here.  " Will winks at Cherry.  In hoping he would see her again.  Cherry knew he was. So did he. She dated Santi for a few months. Thought she could help him through his emotional state. He needed a special person to do that. Santi knew Will had a thing for Cherry. Reason why he asked Will to come by the office. Want his friend to be happy. He knew she would help him get over that no good ex. More importantly for him to smile,and go out . Instead he would go straight home from work. Only time he goes out is for the weekly get together at their favorite diner. All the while Will wished he could see Cherry again. 

Wish came true. Later that night.  Cherry comes in the diner for a late evening dinner. Looking over to see Will with the others. Chatting away. Looked good in his jeans, and gray Henley shirt. Felt her body quiver. Especially her pussy.  Will comes over to her smiling," Looks like you are following me. Couldn't stop thinking about me? I couldn't stop thinking about you. How about you come over ? Everyone would love to see you. Love to be in your beautiful presence." Blushing at the comment, " Sure, I love that. " 

After that meeting.  Both him ,and Cherry were inseparable. So glad they are dating. Couldn't be without one another for too long. She stayed over his place more than her own. She got to know him. She wanted to help him get over the hurt from the past. Will called her one night. Telling her about a bad dream he was having. Can't be alone. Driving from a short distance to his place. Goes upstairs to his dark room.  Seeing him rocking back and forth panting," I need my cherry to hold me close. Make my dream go away. " At that very moment.  Cherry knew what to do.  Lay his head on her lap. Play with his now longer hair. Love how soft it is. Whispers, " Relax baby. I'm here. Never leave you alone.  Let me help you relax.  Forget about the dream. Focus on the sound of my voice. Focus on my touches. Think about that trip you planned for us. " Breathing started to even out. Taking her soft ,small hand in his large one," So glad you are here with my  cherry blossom. My angel. Never thought I would find some to love me. To comfort me . Until you come into my life. I knew in my gut that you were meant for me. By the way we do certain things,  to how we cherish quiet moments. I know this is a weird moment to ask this,but how about we move in together? Think I know why I had those dreams. You aren't here. Someone to hold me close. Never got…" Kisses the top of his head, " Yes, I will baby. " 

The next few years have been so memorable.  Both of them are happy. On Valentine's day.  He proposed to her after making love. Originally planned to pop the question at dinner that evening, but things got rather kinky. Gave her his grandmother's ring. Only fitting to give that to her. Took him years to figure out that he wasn't really in love with the ex in a way he thought  he was.  Love of his life is in his loving arms. His best friend.  One that understands him.  His wife.  Oh how he loves that word. Finally at last. He found his soulmate. He can thank Santi for that. 

[mysterysimblr]

Dixie did throw a party when she got back home. Virginia decided to chat with Harley:

Virginia: Oh, we're doing great. Just saw my daughter fall in love with an engaged man.

[the-retailverse]

Party (2-11-24)

@its-target-official @fr-winn-dixie

Winn-Dixie frowned slightly as he surveyed the party, heading towards the couch, cup of punch in hand.

"Why did I let Nokia talk me into this...?" He muttered to himself, sitting on the far end. When the party ended, he would be giving her a piece of his mind.

"...And then I got my car towed!" Target finished, grinning at the laughter its story received. As the small group dispersed, it headed to the punchbowl, where Publix was filling up a cup.

"I've gotta say Pubs," Target grinned. "You always throw an awesome party." Publix smiled at the compliment.

"Thanks! Anything to get everybody all together!" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "...Speaking of everybody, there's a new guy here..." Its brows rose, and Publix gestured to follow her.

The pair headed to the kitchen, out of earshot of the other party-goers.

"The new guy's name is Winn-Dixie, and he just moved here." She spoke quietly. Target blinked, leaning against the doorway.

"You think I should shoot my shot?" Publix nodded.

"Of course! You should get to know him, before Jersey does..." It stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Jersey Mike's is here?!" Publix shushed it.

"Yes!" She discretely gestured to the couch, where Jersey Mike's and Winn-Dixie were quietly chatting. "I'll cause a distraction so you can get in there and do your thing." Target glanced at her.

"You will?" Publix nodded.

"Yeah! You're my friend." She opened one of the cabinets, pulling out two bottles of wine, and giving it a wink. "You've got this, Target! Channel that inner heartthrob!" Publix returned back to the party.

Target nodded, inhaling and exhaling before leaving the kitchen and heading to the couch. Jersey Mike's was at the punchbowl, pouring themselves a glass of wine.

Winn-Dixie was sitting on the couch, looking bored.

"...Is this seat taken...?" Winn-Dixie looked up as Target spoke, craning his neck to look it in the face. He shook his head.

"No, no, not at all." He blinked at Target, staring at it with sharp red eyes as Target sat down. "Jersey Mike's was here, but they went to get some wine and chat..." Winn-Dixie extended a hand.

"I'm Winn-Dixie." Target shook his hand.

"Target." Now that it was closer to Winn-Dixie, it could see why Publix had pointed him out.

He was totally its type.

"So..." Target racked its brain for something to make small talk about. "How are you enjoying the party so far?" A small smile graced Winn-Dixie's features, and Target was smitten.

"It's a wonderful party." He replied. "And though I've just moved here, everyone here's been very kind..." Target nodded.

"It's nice to see a new face." It spoke, giving him a wink. "Especially one as nice as yours." Winn-Dixie blushed faintly.

"Target." He murmured. "After this party's over, I'll be heading home to finish unpacking. Would you...?" Target nodded, giving him a smile.

"Like to help?" It spoke. "Of course. Matter of fact, we could go now." Winn-Dixie blinked at him.

"Now? I don't want you to miss out on the party..." Target shrugged.

"I don't mind." It replied, glancing up and seeing Publix. She gave Target a thumbs-up. "Besides, we can have our own party unpacking, just the two of us.." Winn-Dixie hummed thoughtfully.

"I do have wine..." He mused, and nodded. "Alright, let's go. Just let me say goodbye to Jersey Mike's first." Target watched as Winn-Dixie hopped off the couch, making a beeline to where Jersey Mike's stood, chatting with Aldi and GameStop. They exchanged a few words, before the three hugged Winn-Dixie, and he moved back to where Target was.

"Ready to go?" It asked, smiling and he nodded.

"Yes." Winn-Dixie glanced up at Target and blushed faintly.

[sbnkalny]

garbage-empress: I Don’t want to Fuck in a sfw chat you Cant do this ATM

garbage-empress: I can down icecream but cant do anything for kalny

garbage-empress: I can down icecream but cant drink a dixie-cup amount of damage

garbage-empress: I haven't had sex with pizza

garbage-empress: We haven’t had sex with pizza

garbage-empress: We haven’t had sex

admiral-craymen: We haven’t had sex since 2009

garbage-empress: We haven’t had sex in a car

garbage-empress: We haven’t had sex with a car