#emma x f!oc

[emma-nation]

The Curse Of Hackett's Quarry

Chapter 2 - The Hermit

Summary: After the events of a traumatic night, Emma Mountebank finds out she still a werewolf. While she learns how to deal with this new reality, new problems and feelings come to surface. Pairings: Emma/Abi, Emma/f!OC

Notes: Thanks for the comments and likes. It means a lot to me as it's the first fic I'm writing after a long break. I hope you enjoy what I've been planning for the next chapters! :)

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The Hermit card generally indicates a period of soul-searching, introspection and solitude. A period of isolation attempting to heal from a difficult situation. 

The morning after her first transformation, Emma had a hard time cleaning herself before heading back to her dorm in college. She was so exhausted and sick that she missed classes for the next two days.

The second transformation by the end of October wasn't any easier, but she was more prepared this time. She knew what to expect and had enough time to improve the safety measures.

The third transformation was a little less painful. Emma started working out regularly, increasing it significantly by the week of the transformation. She wanted to run a few tests and it worked. The impact of the shifting was more bearable when her body was in a better shape. 

The last full moon of 2021 was the most terrible of all, considering Emma got very sick after waking up in the woods with her clothes torn off, during a cold Winter morning. 

She had never escaped from her restraints, so far. And with her mother being a dentist surgeon, she had no trouble stealing sedatives to keep the creature drowsy. Her priority at the moment was to find somewhere safe and warm where she could transform without any risks to herself or to other people. 

In her old bedroom, at her parents' house, she felt comfortable recording a video again. Not to post online or to show anyone. But she had to vent about everything that was going on.

"People are finally starting to forget about that fucking incident at that cursed Summer Camp. My respects to Mr. H and his family - I hope they found peace, but…" It was sincere. Emma liked Chris and his kids. She lamented their Summer ended in such a tragedy. She didn't know the rest of the family, but the other counselors, who had closer encounters with them, were scared. They seemed kinda dangerous. "I haven't. I'm not allowed to move on. That night will never end, at least for me."

At least the journalists stopped trying to contact Emma or her parents again. The negative comments about her around the internet decreased too. After an episode of the 'Bizarre Yet Bonafide' podcast about Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, more people started to believe their innocence.

"Everyone else is moving on with their lives - Abi is going to Art School, Kaitlyn is traveling the world, Ryan has started his own podcast, Nick is taking a sabbatical year, Dylan is studying quantum physics and Jacob… well, fuck Jacob. I blocked him everywhere. The thing is, I wish I could do the same. But instead I'm… surviving. I'm learning to adapt to this new fucked up reality."

She hadn't told any of the other counselors she was still infected. No one had called her in months. Yet, she'd check their socials on a daily basis, searching for signs any of them could be struggling with the same issue. Which wasn't happening, after all she was the only one who was bitten by Silas Vorez. 

"And the question remains… if Silas is dead, why am I still infected?"

January 2022

There was a reminder flashing on Emma's cell phone screen. Full Moon. That was the reason why she had spent the whole morning working out hard. Now, she was starving and ready to devour as much food as she could. Her appetite had increased significantly that one time. 

"Hey, Abi," Emma attempted to call her best friend again while she followed to the campus restaurant. "How have you been? I… I'd love to hear from you. I can't wait to hear everything about Art School. Call me."

"Hello, Red Hood," she heard a familiar voice right behind her. Penelope Dalton. One of the popular girls who wouldn't leave Emma alone. "Who's Abi?"

She ignored the question. Back in High School, she used to be one of the popular girls too and she knew exactly how annoying and cruel they could be.

"Maybe she hasn't called yet because she was taken by the Big Bad Wolf," added Christina, one of Penelope's friends, raising giggles from the rest of their cliqué.

"Or maybe," Penelope continued, "she's a decent person who stood up by her friend, Jacob. After all, we know who caused that bloody fight in the camp, after a Truth or Dare game."

The incoming transformation always triggered Emma's worst moods. The mention of Jacob's name still ignited something inside her, feelings she was trying to bury. She automatically felt her skin burning, as well as the adrenaline pumping in her veins.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

Emma attempted to close her eyes and take a deep breath, fighting the urge to go feral and teach that girl a lesson. 

"Or what? Are you going to kill me and cry wolf ?"

Her attempt to be funny raised laughs. People were starting to reunite around them to watch the fight. 

Less than one second later, Emma's fist hit Penelope right in the eye. It'd certainly leave a nasty bruise.

"Your psychotic bitch! Look what you've done!"

Penelope advanced in her direction, pinning her to the ground, where she started pulling her hair. Emma's reflexes were increased due to her incoming transformation. Although Penelope was taller, soon Emma managed to switch positions and get on top of the girl, slapping her face hard.

It didn't take long for the campus security to arrive. In the end, Penelope only signed an incident report and Emma was punished with a disciplinary suspension. She was also warned about her recurring absences. 

During High School, Emma spent all those four years dreaming of college. Now, she didn't know if she wanted to be there anymore. She still could pursue her acting career without that.

After that Full Moon, she decided she wanted a break to find herself again. She decided to quit college and find herself a job. 

It wasn't an easy task. Not because she wasn't skilled, but whenever people ran a background check, she'd get rejected. People were still afraid of the negative attention her presence could bring.

That small diner in the heart of New York City was her last resort. 

"Name?" The owner, Addison Davies, asked while taking notes on a paper.

"Emma," she told, making a pause before adding her last name. "Mountebank."

The woman didn't seem to be paying too much attention, what gave her some hope. Maybe she wouldn't research her criminal records after all. 

"Do you have any experience as a waitress, Emma?"

"No, but I'm a quick learner. I'm also an aspiring actress, which means I have a lot of charisma dealing with people."

She was about to speak about her experience as counselor, where all the kids adored her. But she stopped herself. 

"An aspiring actress?"

"Yes. I signed up for a few auditions but while I don't have anything in sight, I need another source of income."

"When can you start?"

"Right now?" Emma furrowed her brows, already expecting another rejection.

It didn't happen. Either that woman didn't read the news or she really didn't care. 

"Great, come with me and I'll show you what to do."

Addison was very satisfied to see how good she was doing and how quick she learned. She never asked any questions about Emma's past. She even agreed to give her an extra day off, during one specific day of the month. 

Getting a new place to live was Emma's next goal. Her parents weren't happy when she dropped out of college. Living under the same roof was becoming impossible. They argued most part of the time. For many years, Emma did everything to please her parents and fulfill their expectations, but right now, she had other priorities in mind.  

During her free time at the diner, she'd check the newspaper for announcements.

"Looking for a place to live?" Jenna was Emma's co-worker. She treated her well since the first day, giving her some useful tips. They were becoming good friends. 

"Yes, do you happen to know any?"

"One of my roommates just moved out after graduating. Ben and I could really use somebody else to help with rent."

Benjamin also worked on the diner. He was more quiet and introspective, but very friendly. 

"Do you mind if I check it tonight?"

They lived in a studio apartment. The bedroom was large and comfortable, but what caught Emma's attention the most was the basement she noticed once she entered the building. According to Jenna, it was always locked and never used by anyone. That could be the solution to all of her problems. During the Full Moon nights, she could just lock herself in there.

"Do you think the landlord would rent it for me?"

"I don't know, you could speak to him but… why?"

"I… uh… I could use some space to record my videos and rehearse for my auditions, you know?"

Jenna didn't ask any further questions. Emma spoke to the landlord in the same week she moved to the studio. After selling her car, she paid him some cash to have exclusive access to the basement. As well as the permission to make a few adjustments.

Emma had everything prepared for the next Full Moon. Metal chains to restrain her body were installed in the basement. She didn't want the risk of an accident, in case somebody ever decided to open that door to investigate possible noises. There was also a small bathroom in there that she could use to clean herself when she became human again.

"What kind of videos are you recording down here?" Ben was in the basement, holding one of the chains attached to the walls. Wondering if she had forgotten to lock the door, Emma almost dropped the supplies she was carrying downstairs - snacks, water and fresh clothes.

"Horror. I'm really into horror movies and… I've been doing some auditions for a role in the genre."

"Every once in a month?"

She let out a breath. It was obvious they'd notice someday, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Huh?" In that moment, Emma prayed she was really a good actress. She forced a confused expression. "What are you talking about? I come here everyday. When you're still at the diner."

"You were in a terrible mood earlier today," Ben crossed his arms, staring at her with a suspicious look on his face. "And you're the most cheerful and energetic person I've ever met."

"Have you ever heard of PMS?"

Benjamin let out a small laugh, before adding:

"You lost control of your strength and accidentally smashed a glass in your hand this morning."

"I'm a little clumsy sometimes," Emma lied again. 

"You made a deal with our boss that you couldn't take night shifts on one specific day of the month and the following morning," she never assumed they'd notice that one detail. "Each one of these nights have Full Moons."

She raised her hands defeated. Ben didn't look scared or even upset. He didn't even show any surprise.

"Don't tell anyone. Please? I'll find another place to live. I just need some time."

"I can help you, Em."

"What?! Why?! Are you out of your mind? I have no control of myself. I'll kill you."

Benjamin sat on a chair and asked Emma to sit too, in front of him.

"West Virginia. My uncle. One night he was hunting in the woods, when he got bitten," he started telling. "At first we assumed it was an animal, but… after that he'd transform every Full Moon. We had to keep an eye on him, to prevent him from slaughtering people."

"And…" Emma stared into his eyes. "Is he cured now? Did you find a way to break the curse?"

"He went missing," Ben answered after a mournful pause. "Dead. Most likely. The neighbors started noticing something was off."

Emma swallowed dry. If she wasn't careful enough, that could be her fate too.

"Do you think anybody else noticed something is wrong about me?"

"No, I only noticed because I became familiar with the signs. But you should tell Jenna. She's at nursing school, she could help you with the tranquilizers."

And like that, her roommates became her 'Wolf Pack', as Emma liked to call them. They didn't mind covering her shifts or staying awake monitoring her werewolf form through the cameras they installed in the basement. A shotgun with silver shells was always prepared in case the worse scenario happened. 

The mornings after her transformation were the worst. Emma would feel exhausted and sore. She'd spend hours under the shower, where she'd let her emotions flow. No one had seen her crying yet. All the time, she acted tough and confident. No one could tell there was something so traumatic going on in her life. But in the loneliness of the early hours of those mornings, she felt like a scared lonely child.

April, 2022

After months of agony and misery, everything seemed to be falling in place, but Emma still couldn't feel like herself. She'd still attempt to record videos as she used to do in the past. But it wasn't the same. Her venting always came back to the same subject. She couldn't even post that online - people would assume she had definitely lost her sanity. But at least it was a good kind of therapy.

Ben and Jenna were helping her with an extensive research, but she couldn't find any clues that lead to an explanation of why she was still infected.

"Ugh," she placed her laptop away from her. "Not even the detective I hired could find any information about Eliza and Silas Vorez. It's like they never existed."

"They were probably using fake names," Ben suggested. "The woman kept the guy caged like an animal. That's certainly illegal."

"We should try a psychic someday," Jenna said. "Do you think they'd know anything about werewolves?"

"I doubt it."

"The Deep Web?"

"Oh, no. Ben taught me how to access it and I found some very… disturbing stuff there."

"I warned you about the werewolf kink," Ben said, letting out a laugh.

"Please, don't say it again," Emma made a disgusted face. "I wish I could unsee it."

"Anyways, it's your birthday tonight and we should definitely go out to celebrate."

It was the first time Emma wasn't excited for her birthday. All the previous years she'd throw wild parties and crowd her house with friends. Now, she barely left the apartment. She was either working at the diner, researching werewolves and once in a while, she'd sign up for auditions. So far, her only work as an actress was a small internet ad she did to promote Addison's diner.

"Happy birthday to me," Emma spoke to her cell phone's camera later, when she was lying in bed. "I turned nineteen today. Yay!"

"It was different from my other birthdays. I didn't get so many messages or gifts. No wild parties either. No, crazy parties actually. I don't like the word 'wild' anymore, now it reminds me of…"

She didn't finish. It was always hard to say it aloud. Even to herself. 

"I went out with Ben and Jenna to try to forget about… that thing . Sometimes I can allow myself to act like a normal girl and have some fun. I met some people during our night outs. Guys and girls too. But dating is not an option right now."

"I mean… how am I supposed to even squeeze a relationship among all this crazy shit that has been happening to me? I know some freaks have a werewolf kink but I bet they'd run away the second I burst into that bloody mess of a monster."

"There's one person though… nevermind."

She turned off the camera. The person she had in mind hadn't even called her yet. Not even to wish her a happy birthday. 

June, 2022

It was the beginning of another Summer. Almost one year had passed since that last night at Summer Camp. Emma was on her lunch break when got a call from an unknown number. Her heart skipped a beat - she was expecting a call about an audition she had done a few days later. But she never imagined the voice on the other side of the line would ruin that little balance she was attempting to keep in her inner world.

"Emma? It's me, Abi."

"A-Abi?" The corners of her mouth curled up in a smile. "It's… uh… it's been a long time. How have you been?"

"I'm home from college and I was wondering if you'd like to hangout."

[emmamagorobisgirlfriend]

Free, bees!

Thank you so much for the ask!

free: If you have kids, how do you spend time with them if they’re out for the summer?

We... don't have any kids. We are both quite young, after all.

It's true.

However, we would love to adopt in the future!

Hm?

It would appear a child is tugging on Emma's sleeve.

...

How did you-

I think this girl is a fan of yours...

Miss Magorobi, I'm such a big fan of your work! Can I have your autograph?!

Oh?

Why of course you can! What's your name, little one?

My name's Kotoko! I'm the Li'l Ultimate Drama!

Emma signs the autograph.

Thank you so much!

The girl skips away.

...I hope she makes it home safely...

...

...(Something is very wrong...)

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bees: How do you and your f/o like the new wildlife that surface when it gets warm?

Truth be told, neither of us are very fond of the wilderness.

There are just so many pests...

I don't like bugs...

And...I don't recommend wearing a flannel in 90 degree weather...

*Whispering* She does have a summer outfit though, it's really cute~

Once again, thank you so much for asking! Have a wonderful day!

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Hello! First off, congrats on your mum’s business🙂‍↕️

Here’s a one shot request that you can shape to your liking:

f!reader overhears Enoch talk badly about her and an argument arises. The classic miscommunication trip hahah

have fun and thanks🍝

Leak Death

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x fem!reader.

Summary: Enoch has refused to let anyone else know of your relationship for months but still acts out when someone else takes an interest.

Warnings: Not beta or proofread. Use of Y/n. Slight mentions of an OC character.

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: Hi, lovely! You’re so kind, I’ll be sure to pass your congratulations along <3 First time writing Enoch dialogue so I hope you enjoy!

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“Y/n?” His fist rapped against the wood of your door, each tap sounding through your room with the same erratic pounding of your heart. You don’t answer him, huddling deeper into the corner of your bed, against the wall.

He doesn’t let up.

Your name is called two times more, said through a gradually thickening accent. Your bottom lip wobbles. The longer he speaks the more his words echo through you, forming half collerative truths.

Enoch had always told you the truth, harshly said or not and he’d always been able to read you like a book. It was lovely when you’d been new to the loop, something you could easily latch onto and take comfort in. But now, when he knew everything about you, spilled from your lips and dripped from your soul… Enoch couldn’t keep your secrets, only his own.

“Y/n, please!” He pleads, his knocks fading into silence.

“She’s pathetic.”

Pathetic. That’s what he thought of you and Enoch never lied. Never to you, never about you.

“I’m s- I’m sorry.” The apology is forced through gritted teeth, as foreign to your ears as it was his tongue and to you, nothing but insincere. “Please just open the door?”

“Her peculiarity was intriguing to me at first too. Now I know it’s nothing but an inconvenience to us, a curse really.”

You are cursed. One touch of your body in the wrong place and you risk the possibility of unintentionally taking someone’s life. Poison runs through your ulnar veins and produces a slick substance on your wrists, never ending and never washing away, no matter how hard you scrub it always comes right back. A brush of the skin there or a leak through your gloves, everything becomes unsafe.

“There’s been countless times we’ve had to spend the day out just because she caught her glove on something. You think you’d be safe kissing her? Holding her hand? You’d die quick and painful. The loop couldn’t save you.”

The poison acts quick, leaking through most fabrics and seeping right through the pores of any skin it touches. Death is almost instantaneous once it’s been touched.

“She’s a walking hazard.” He scoffed. “She leaks death.”

You are always a hazard. You’ll always leak death.

You don’t always have to be pathetic.

Your door shakes under the weight of his fist once again. His voice has stayed quiet until now, speaking as though you were conversing face to face. “Y/n,” He pleads louder. “Please. If you just open the door, I can explain. Or- or don’t open it and just let me know you’re listening.”

You scoot to the edge of your bed, shoving your blanket to the side. The mattress squeaks lightly under you and you cringe, praying he didn’t hear and take it as a sign to keep talking. Trying your hardest to stay quiet, you shuffle over to the door.

The brass of the door handle makes a funny noise against the leather of your glove, squeaking as your fingers curl around it.

Enoch is silent on the other side and you wonder for a second if maybe he’d given up like you’d earlier knew he would but then his voice sounds again, only this time he’s not speaking to you.

“What do you want, Emma?” He spits, a dagger of defence spearing through the silence.

You pause, every breath feeling too loud, too incriminating.

“You’re a jerk, Enoch.” Emma claims. You can almost picture how she stands, tall with her shoulders back and frowning in the way only she can, sure and disappointed. “I can’t believe you.”

“Leave. This has nothing to do with you.” Enoch snarls.

This Enoch was more familiar to you, angry and defensive always. This was the Enoch you’d met way back when, fresh to the loop and in need of a friend. This was the Enoch who could only ever keep his own secrets, have his own back.

“Y/n is my friend. This has everything to do with me.” Emma defends, scoffing loud enough for you to hear. “You’re a jerk. How many times did Miss Peregrine have to convince us that there was nothing wrong with our peculiarities despite what non-peculiars had to say about them? All for you to become a part of the problem.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He spits. “I’m trying to apologise, so just go away, Emma.”

“No!” She exclaims. “You do this all the time! You’ve treated her badly since you met her, the only difference this time was that she didn’t just let it happen.”

Your heart pangs. They all knew. They all knew how much of a pushover you are, how pathetic you are. Embarrassment gnaws at your gut.

“Y/n is more than capable of sticking up for herself.” Enoch says firmly, his accent twanging into a growl. “Don’t make her out to be stupid. You're not around to see it.”

Emma stays silent for a moment. “You think that makes what you say acceptable?”

It’s a rhetorical question really but Enoch answers anyway, with words you never expected to roll off his tongue. “No.” He grits. “But my girlfriend is more than capable of telling me if she has a problem, she doesn’t need your help.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your hold on the handle tightening.

There’s a collective gasp through the hallway that causes your eyebrows to furrow, the sound much too loud to be only Emma.

You open the door before you can really think about what you’re doing, coming face to face with the wide eyes of your loop-mates. Miss Peregrine stands behind them, her sharp gaze flitting sternly between you and Enoch. When her eyes catch yours she stares for a long moment, one that has your heart pausing for a whole new reason, before she smiles softly.

“Come along, children,” She beckons, gesturing to the stairs beside her. “I think Enoch and Y/n have some things to discuss.”

The youngest of the children go without question, muttering between themselves as they glance between you and Enoch with unbidden excitement. Olive gives you a long glance before she follows, one that you can’t quite decipher the meaning of but don’t yet care much for.

Jacob, Emma and Sam all linger. Emma’s mouth gapes and snaps shut twice before she turns to you. “Y/n?” Her wide eyes glimmer with question, straying only to further scan you. You shuffle uncomfortably, her eyes scorching your skin.

“Emma?” You murmur back, avoiding her piercing gaze.

“Girlfriend?”

“I-“ You take a deep, grounding breath. “Maybe? I’m– I’m sorry for not… telling you.”

Emma clenches her jaw. “Why didn’t you?” She spits.

You ignore the tightening of your throat. Jacob steps forward, resting a grounding hand in the crook of her shoulder. Emma seems to sense something in the touch, taking a small step back into his chest.

You stammer over a few words, trying to scramble together a response that wouldn’t paint Enoch in a bad light.

You’re not sure why you’re still trying to protect him, still defending his case even when you didn’t agree, didn’t understand it but you are; you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to stop.

Words fail you.

But like he always does, Enoch reads you like a yawning book, wide and full of secrets. He does something he’s only ever done once. “It’s my fault,” He takes the blame. “I didn’t want anyone to know. It wasn’t anyone’s business.” Even if it was his fault.

“Of course it was.” Emma says, exasperated. Raising and dropping her arm in his direction for full effect.

You see Enoch’s jaw clench in the corner of your eye, pulling taught in the way you’ve always loved, but he doesn’t respond. You look away.

“Emma,” Miss Peregrine interrupts, tone as firm as always. “Take a minute to cool down before you get ready for super. Jake, go with her.” She instructs.

Emma takes a breath, lips forming a would be argument. One look from Miss Peregrine has her quickly relenting, her lead boots clanging roughly with the floor as she stomped down the stairs, Jacob scurrying after her without so much as a glance in your direction.

“Sam.” The ymbryne calls sternly. Sam doesn’t look away from you, hasn’t once since you opened the door but he tilts his ear in her direction. “Downstairs to get your hands washed. Super will be ready in precisely five minutes.”

He stands dead still a few seconds longer, staring right through you with something unnerving lighting his gaze. Your skin crawls. Enoch steps before you, his shoulder shielding your face from Sam’s watching eyes. As angry as you are with Enoch right now, you couldn’t help but feel safer with him before you.

Sam’s smile is sharp as he finally looks away, something malicious gleaming his teeth as he finally pivots and travels down the creaky stairs, muttering a ‘yes, Miss Peregrine’ along the way.

“Don’t take too long, children.” Miss Peregrine says as she steps towards the stairs. “We wouldn’t want you to be too late to super, would we?”

“No, Miss Peregrine.” You and Enoch murmur simultaneously.

Enoch turns to you the second you can no longer hear her footsteps, gripping you by the waist and walking you backwards into your room before you can protest. The door clicks shut loudly behind you, forced closed by the toe of his shoe.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” He rushes out. “But please just listen before you start scolding.”

You choose to stay silent out of pure curiosity to what excuse he could pull together, ready and willing to call him out. If anything, he’d buttered you up by believing you were capable of scolding him.

“The others were playing one of their undeniably idiotic games again and he- Sam expressed a… liking for you.” He spat like the words were poison in his mouth.

You furrowed your brows, waiting. Nothing more came from him. “That’s it?” You scoff.

“That’s it.” He confirms, fingers twitching against your sides. You shove him off in frustration.

“Are you pulling my leg?” You frown. “You said all that you said because Sam might like me? That’s it? Are you kidding me, Enoch?”

Enoch narrows his eyes at you. “Might? He might as well have had Fiona grow you a flower garden.”

“I don’t care!” You snarl, exasperated. “You called me pathetic, a walking hazard! You said I leak death! You humiliated me, you backstabbed me. You used my words to make me look bad. I trusted you! I trusted you and you took advantage of it!”

“I was trying to make him leave you alone!” Enoch’s bellow echoes through your room, loud enough that you’re sure the others heard him too.

You inhale deeply, your shoulders dropping with defeat. “What does it matter anyway?” You heave a rough sigh.

He pauses, chest rising and falling erratically. “What?”

“What does it matter?” You repeat, swallowing. “He didn’t know we were together. No one knows we’re together. Hell, half the time I don't even know if we’re together!”

“I-“ He starts, face dark with anger before taking a deep breath. “You’re right. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“You said I was cursed, Enoch.” You whisper. His frown deepens. “Is that what you think of me? You think holding my hand and kissing me is nothing but dangerous? Is that why you won’t let me tell, so you don’t have to do those things?”

“No!” He exclaims, stepping forward with an outstretched hand. “No. You think I would be with you if I thought all those things? You think death through love scares me? I-”

“You said those things, Enoch, not me.” You interrupt, pointing an accusing finger into his chest.

“I know!” He snarls. “I was just trying to get him to leave you alone. I know he makes you worry. I was saying the things I thought would scare him, not me.”

“It had to come from somewhere, Enoch O’Connor.” You growl back, fisting his shirt. “You think those things. Probably always have. Stop treating me like I’m naive.”

“You’re not naive, Y/n.” His tongue pokes out to softly wet his lips, a subtle nervous gesture you’d never been able to take your eyes away from. “I- I have thought them.” He looks away from you, guilty.

Your heart hurts as you take a step back, unfisting his shirt. It was different to hear it come from his mouth than you just thinking it; it cut much deeper. Your eyes water quickly, clouding over with pooling tears that spill down your cheeks quicker than you can stop them.

“In the beginning,” He rushes to continue, his voice thick and frantic. “When we first got together. I couldn’t help it, it was a possibility. Is a possibility. But you’re worth the risk — and more than.”

Your lip wobbles once more, trembling uncontrollably against your words. “What you said was downright nasty.” You cry. “I don’t think it was just the beginning.”

“It was.” He almost pleads. “It was. I don’t care about your peculiarity because you don’t care about mine. You take all the precautions, you make it safe. My peculiarity is all about the dead, I could hardly be scared of you.”

“Don’t brag.” You scoff, trying to smother your emotions back down into the chest box through distraction. “You do enough of that already.”

Enoch huffs a chuckle. “Whatever.”

“You have a lot of making up to do for that.” You sniffle, finally glancing over at him.

“You forgive me?” He swallows lightly, almost unnoticeable if not for the bob of his throat.

You shrug. “Are we still a secret?”

“I don’t think that’s possible anymore.” He shakes his head, dark curls ruffling with the motion.

“Your fault.” You pursue your lips.

“Never said it wasn’t.” He smirks lightly. “I’ll fix it. All of it.” He promises.

You relent into his lure, awaiting the upcoming weeks of him making it up to you in all the best ways with bode excitement. “I want at least a week of fights between my favourite homuncoli.”

Enoch steps up to you, the toes of his shoes meeting yours. His hands find home on your hips, pulling you flush against himself. Your cheeks flush pink.

“Deal.” He grins, leaning his head down to yours, connecting your lips with a tender passion.

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I have had this ask sitting in my inbox for far, far too long, and this one, too. lol I finally had an idea—and I have one for the Carricks coming soon! I hope you enjoy it!

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan x Kaycee (F!MC) Featuring: Emma Ramsey (F!OC) Rating: General Words: Summary: Ethan wonders what happened to his sweet little girl, who thought he could do no wrong. It seems all he and Kaycee get these days are eye rolls and sighs. So when she asks her "embarrassing" parents for a favor, they begin to conspire.

Emma woke up at the crack of dawn, nothing short of a miracle given the tween definitely took after her mother when it came to mornings. There was only one early bird in this family, and he was chuckling at his sleepy daughter as she stumbled into the kitchen, where he had been enjoying his coffee while reading the news.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned. “What’s the miracle that you’re up this early.”

Emma stopped pouring her cereal at once. “Dad!” she groaned.

Ethan watched her with a small smile, wondering what happened to the little girl who thought he could do no wrong, the one who made him feel like a hero when he so much as found her lost toy. But she was in her tween years now, and nothing was the same. Suddenly, everything he said, wore or did was embarrassing and bound to ruin Emma's image for life. He missed the simpler days; those precious memories now felt like they were a lifetime away.

“Excited for the last day of school?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Of course, she was. She had been talking about the end-of-the-year party for weeks. It was a tradition at her school, and Emma’s classmates were only looking forward to one thing more than summer vacation – and that was the appearance of the Ramsey family’s brownies at the party.

“Dad, you and Mom made the brownies, right?” Emma asked, a tinge of nervousness in her voice.

Just then, a half-asleep Kaycee shuffled into the kitchen. “Morning,” she yawned as she stretched her arms over her head, startled when she saw Emma awake. “And what are you doing up so early, young lady?”

“Ugh,” Emma grimaced as Kaycee received a sympathetic look from Ethan.

“What did I say?”

Ethan shrugged as he rose to his feet and made his wife a cup of tea. “It’s the year-end party, and Emma is concerned that we won't fulfill our obligation and make her class brownies.”

“When have we let you down?” Kaycee smiled. “We’re going to make them this morning so they’re nice and fresh when Daddy and I bring them to school after lunch.”

Emma’s eyes went wide with panic. “What if you don’t have time! Everyone's looking forward to them!”

“Emma,” Ethan assured. “Your Mom and I have it under control. We’ll have them at your class right on time.”

Emma narrowed her eyes, sensing something was off, but shrugged it off. “All right. Just…please don’t be weird, OK?”

Kaycee smiled sweetly. “We’ll try, dear. We'll try.”

Before they knew it, it was party time! Ethan and Kaycee walked into Emma’s classroom, each carrying a baking dish covered in aluminum foil. The kids rushed over to them, eyes wide with excitement. Emma stood up front, trying to act aloof but clearly pleased that her parents had come through.

“Alright, everyone,” Kaycee announced, placing her tray on the table. “Emma told us you’ve all been so excited for these.”

“That’s right,” Ethan chimed in. “We worked really hard on these, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

Emma rolled her eyes the second Ethan said sweetheart, and Kaycee stifled a giggle.

“We worked very hard, honey bun,” she added. “We decided to make them a little differently this time, so we hope you like them!"

The kids all but squealed when she pulled the foil off her dish with a dramatic flourish to reveal… dozens of brown paper cutouts of the letter E. The room fell silent for a moment as the kids stared in confusion. Then, one by one, they started to understand, and the laughter began... for everyone except Emma.

“Mooooom! Daaaaad!” She groaned.

But her parents feigned surprise. “What?” Ethan asked. “You asked for brownies, and we came through. Brown E’s, just like you asked!”

Emma crossed her arms, trying to look annoyed, but the corners of her mouth were twitching into a smile.

Ethan, who had been holding back his own laughter, stepped forward with the second tray. “Don’t worry, Emma. We brought the real brownies, too.”

The kids cheered as he cut the gooey brownies into neat squares, placing one on each child’s plate. Only then did Emma join in on the fun.

“OK, OK, that was actually pretty funny,” she admitted.

Ethan ruffled her hair. “See? We’re more than just embarrassing.”

Kaycee leaned in, giving Emma a quick kiss on the cheek. “And you wouldn’t want us any other way.”

Emma, still chewing on her brownie, giggled. “Yeah, yeah. You’re all right. Thanks, Mom and Dad.”

And she meant it. As the kids sat in a circle devouring their brownies, Emma kept sneaking peeks at her parents, laughing and chatting with the other adults in the room. Even with her eye rolls and exasperated sighs, she knew she loved them with all her heart and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

She might, however, change a few items in her dad's wardrobe....

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Between the serving and Her smile

Chapter 4. Wild Mischief

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Oliver Wood x fem!OC, Charlie Weasley x f!OC, <?> Warning: fluff, mutual pining, friends-to-lovers drama, first love, jealous

Summary: He was the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team, and his quest to win the Quidditch Cup became an obsessive goal. All his thoughts revolved around tactics, training and strategies, but sometimes his own heart reminded him of another, equally important side of life. He believed that love and Quidditch could coexist in his life. He swore to himself that he would do everything possible to preserve these two treasures, even if it required the impossible from him.

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The new school year began with an exciting blend of sorting new students, fresh starts, and returning to cozy common rooms. Everyone was immersed in the world of books and disciplines, but as always, Hogwarts remained a place full of surprises. This year, the main source of these surprises was more apparent than ever.

The culprits? Two red-haired boys who had just started their studies within the castle walls. The Weasley twins—Fred and George—born on April 1st, seemed destined to spread chaos and laughter wherever they went. It was as if they radiated an energy that made everyone around them laugh while holding their breath in anticipation of the next prank.

From the very first day, they were fully ready for mischief and provocation, effortlessly turning the mundane days into a series of entertaining (for some, at least) adventures, with something new and unusual each time. With astonishing skill, they pranked students, and even the teachers couldn’t escape their antics. No matter how many times they were punished or how many letters their mother received about their escapades, nothing could stop them from creating magical mayhem.

The one person who suffered from their tricks more than anyone else in the school was the caretaker, Filch, who was always ready to punish rule-breakers and quickly became their main enemy. Their unofficial war with him and his cat kept the old caretaker running around the castle in search of the culprits behind the latest prank. And from somewhere in the distance, you could hear Filch’s curses as he stumbled upon yet another of their tricks, whether it was a vanishing pie in the Great Hall or an enchanted staircase that suddenly changed direction.

“Blasted Weasleys!” he would always mutter, holding his ancient lantern as he made his rounds.

Yet, despite their antics, the twins were surprisingly well-liked. To the astonishment of some, their academic performance impressed even the strictest of teachers. Despite their mischievous nature, they excelled in their studies—perhaps it was a family trait, a well-developed intellect.

And what was even stranger, at some point, they seemed to be able to appear and disappear out of nowhere. Mr. Filch could no longer catch them as easily, and for Margaret, as well as many other students, it felt as though they were surrounded by ghosts—not the four house ghosts, but more like the twins, who would suddenly appear beside you, say something unexpected, and then vanish just as quickly, leaving behind only laughter and something that might explode into something unexpected.

“How do they do it?” Emma wondered, after the twins played yet another prank, leaving behind only the scent of floral candies that suddenly exploded in the Great Hall.

“It’s the Weasleys,” sighed Margaret, hiding behind Charlie’s back. “They’re unpredictable.”

Being the older brother of the twins was no easy task either. For Charlie, he could sometimes rein them in, but it never lasted long—mentioning Percy was better left alone.

“Fred, George, stop it already!” Charlie would shout in exasperation whenever he saw them launching enchanted stink bombs down the corridor, sending students running in all directions. “You don’t want someone spending a week in the hospital wing, do you?”

“Us?” the twins would ask with innocent expressions, raising their eyebrows simultaneously. “We just want to bring a little fun into the dull school life.”

Despite their jokes, the twins never put anyone in real danger or did anything that could cause serious harm. Did they have some kind of principles?

However, Margaret often found herself the target of their pranks, but much to their dismay, she managed to avoid most of their traps. Whether it was her insight, or just caution, she somehow always managed to evade their tricks, denying the twins the satisfaction of their mischief. And although they never tired of coming up with new pranks, their clever traps never went unnoticed by her.

“Margaret, wait a second!” a voice called out behind her as she hurried to class once more. “How about a pie?”

Fred and George stood in the corridor, holding a plate of appetizing pies. Their faces beamed with innocent smiles, but Margaret already knew that danger lurked behind those pies.

“Thanks, but I’m not really hungry,” she politely declined, continuing on her way to the classroom.

“Pity, pity,” George said with mock disappointment. “We worked so hard!”

“Maybe next time,” Margaret winked, knowing the twins would surely come up with something new.

And while she could avoid the pranks they set up, those that involved magic were beyond her control—flying books, disappearing writing supplies, or missing desserts.

“You did well,” Charlie praised her one evening in the common room. “Not everyone can handle those two.”

“I think they just respect me,” Margaret laughed. “Or they’re afraid I’ll get back at them.”

Listening to her musings, Charlie smiled. Their conversations became a pleasant end to the day, despite the evening games and jokes echoing around them. In their little corner, an atmosphere of coziness and peace was created, the fire in the fireplace crackling and casting a warm, gentle light on the walls and furniture, lulling the mind to sleep.

“Respect is a good explanation,” Charlie replied, still smiling. “Though I’d say your attention to detail helps too. The twins are used to their traps always working. Then you come along, and their plans keep going awry.”

Margaret shrugged, a little embarrassed by his praise.

“I just try not to fall for them. Sometimes I think they enjoy the process of planning mischief more than the outcome. For them, it’s a game, and I just don’t give them a chance to win.”

Charlie laughed, imagining Fred and George, known for their inventive pranks, sitting in some hidden corner discussing how to outsmart Margaret.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said when the laughter subsided. “But even so, you keep them on their toes. They respect those who can resist their charms—if you can call it that.”

“Maybe,” Margaret agreed, thoughtfully gazing at the fire in the fireplace. “In any case, I enjoy our game. It keeps me on my toes, and I have to admit, it adds a bit of fun to my daily routine. With them, every day is new and unique.”

Though she enjoyed outwitting them and sometimes responding in kind, deep down, she felt a respect for their ingenuity and friendly nature. Every day in their company was filled with joy and laughter, but it also served as a reminder of how the magical world was full of dangers and challenges—a good training ground and foundation for the future. And one day, she would be very grateful to them, but for now, she just wanted to escape their tricks.

“Exactly right,” Charlie concluded, getting up from his chair and heading towards the dormitory stairs—the fireplace had won their little battle. “Just don’t give up and keep going strong.”

The twins, overhearing their conversation, just smirked. They had no intention of giving up either and would continue their pranks on Margaret simply because she had become a special challenge for them. When she successfully avoided their tricks, it only fueled their imagination and inspired even more elaborate ideas.

And so, the days continued: full of fun, unpredictability, and the constant anticipation of the next prank from the Weasley twins. And even the moments when they managed to catch Margaret in their traps brought laughter and joy (at least for some).

But it wasn't just Fred and George who brought joy—one of the most eagerly anticipated events of the third year was the first trip to Hogsmeade, which was met with great excitement. For all the students, Hogsmeade was a kind of magical place where they could experience all the wonders of the wizarding world beyond the school and away from their parents.

The trip was available with a guardian’s written permission, and the students had been getting it in advance, knowing that this day would become one of the most memorable in their school lives. The first visit was supervised by professors who showed the way and explained where the various shops and establishments were located. Everyone was full of enthusiasm, especially Margaret and her friends Emma and Sophie. From the early morning, they gathered and discussed what they wanted to see together and which shops they planned to visit. The plan was simple: explore the village, try something new, and maybe buy a few magical trinkets.

“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long!” Sophie exclaimed, turning to her friends as they made their way to the village.

“We should also stop by Zonko’s,” Emma added, trying to avoid getting her boots dirty. “I’ve heard they have the latest magical jokes we can try out.”

“I wouldn’t mind visiting Honeydukes,” Margaret said with a smile. “They say you can find the rarest sweets there.”

But their plans took an unexpected turn when Charlie Weasley approached their group.

“Hi, girls!” he called out, catching their attention. “Margaret, what do you think about letting me show you around Hogsmeade? I’ve been there often and know all the best spots.”

Emma and Sophie exchanged knowing, mischievous smiles.

“Oh, of course!” Emma exclaimed as if it were the most obvious decision. “We were just about to… umm… check out ‘Tomes and Scrolls’ Percy, would you like to join us?”

Percy, who was standing nearby, looked slightly flustered but couldn’t find the strength to refuse under the pressure of the two energetic girls.

“Well… alright,” he agreed, realizing he had no other choice.

Emma and Sophie quickly grabbed Percy by the arms and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Margaret alone with Charlie. Margaret had no choice but to accept Charlie’s offer.

“Well then,” Margaret said with a slight smile, “it looks like you’re my guide for the day.”

Charlie laughed and nodded, inviting her to follow him. Hogsmeade greeted them with a welcoming atmosphere: narrow cobblestone streets, magical shops with windows filled with strange and wonderful things, and the smells wafting from cafes and sweet shops creating a festive mood.

“The first thing we should do,” Charlie said, pointing down one of the streets, “is stop by The Three Broomsticks. They serve the best butterbeer. I can’t imagine visiting Hogsmeade without trying it.”

Margaret agreed, and soon they found themselves in the cozy pub, where the air was filled with the sweet aroma of butterbeer. After ordering two mugs, they sat at one of the free tables by the window, watching the people passing by.

“What’s your first impression of Hogsmeade?” Charlie asked, taking a sip of his butterbeer.

“It’s incredible,” Margaret admitted, gazing at the shop windows outside. “I’ve dreamed of this first visit for so long, and now that I’m finally here, it’s even better than I imagined.”

“Oh, you still have much more to discover in this place. Believe me, it has its own secrets too.”

After finishing their butterbeer, they continued their walk. They stopped by Zonko’s, where Charlie showed her a few magical pranks that, as he promised, were real hits among the students.

“If you want to scare someone,” he said, showing her a set of fake spells, “these will definitely do the trick.”

Margaret smiled, though she knew such things were more suited to Fred and George. They then visited Tomes and Scrolls, where Margaret browsed through ancient books and scrolls with interest, though she didn’t see her friends—perhaps they had already finished their shopping and moved on to another place.

As they continued their mini-adventure, Margaret noticed something strange. Every now and then, it felt like someone was watching them. She caught glimpses of familiar faces quickly disappearing into the crowd but didn’t pay much attention to it—many of her acquaintances and friends were in Hogsmeade today; it could have been anyone.

At one point, she thought she saw Emma, Sophie, and a somewhat disgruntled Percy nearby. After some time, she saw them again somewhere close, as if they were following her.

“Are you looking for something?” Charlie asked, noticing Margaret glancing around once again.

“No, it’s just that I thought…” Margaret began, but at that moment, she spotted Emma and Sophie peeking around a corner.

“Ah,” Charlie chuckled, “it seems some people couldn’t resist being curious.”

Margaret quietly laughed, realizing that her friends had decided to keep an eye on her outing with Charlie. The funniest part was that they were trying to remain unnoticed but were rather clumsy about it.

“I just hope they don’t try to pull anything unexpected,” she said with a smile.

“Don’t worry,” Charlie replied. “I’ll rein them in if they try anything.”

But even with the curious onlookers, they continued to enjoy their walk. Charlie showed her what he considered the best shops, sharing stories connected to each corner of Hogsmeade, and time flew by unnoticed. At the end of the day, they decided to stop by Honeydukes, where Margaret couldn’t resist buying a few interesting sweets she’d only heard of before.

“Thanks for the tour,” she said as they were heading back to Hogwarts. “I’m really glad we spent the day together.”

“Anytime,” Charlie smiled. “You can always count on me.”

As they returned to the castle, they met Emma, Sophie, and a content Percy in the hall, who pretended they had spent the whole day peacefully browsing through Tomes and Scrolls and grabbing a bite at The Three Broomsticks.

“So, how was your walk?” Sophie asked slyly as Margaret approached them.

“Wonderful,” Margaret replied, exchanging a glance with Charlie, which was full of hidden amusement. “How about yours?”

“Very educational,” Emma answered innocently, though her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Percy, finally holding his book, looked satisfied and relaxed, even though he had spent the day in the company of two chatty girls. Under the threat of reprisal, he promised to keep quiet.

“Next time, let’s go together,” Margaret suggested, already imagining how much more there was to explore in Hogsmeade with close friends.

“Great, and hopefully, next time we won’t be interrupted,” Emma whispered the last part, but everyone got the hint.

When the girls returned to the dormitory, they all felt a light fatigue and satisfaction from the day well spent. But as soon as Margaret reached her bed, Emma and Sophie pounced on her, full of curiosity and unable to wait to hear all the details about how Margaret and Charlie spent their time together—as if they hadn't been following them and already knew everything.

“Come on, spill it! How did it go?” Sophie began excitedly, grabbing Margaret’s hand and pulling her onto the bed.

“How was Charlie as a tour guide?” added Emma, sitting down beside her and staring intently at her friend.

Margaret sighed, realizing that she wouldn't escape this interrogation until they got all the details.

“It went great,” she began, trying not to make too much of their excitement. “We just walked around Hogsmeade, visited some shops, Charlie shared some funny stories… In short, it was just a friendly outing.”

Emma and Sophie exchanged meaningful looks, their faces showing clear disagreement.

“A friendly outing?” Sophie repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yes, exactly that,” Margaret nodded, trying to ignore their doubts.

“A friendly outing is something we would do—or at most, us with Percy,” Emma chimed in with a smirk. “But when a guy, especially someone like Charlie, invites you to walk around Hogsmeade, it's definitely not just friendship.”

“You’re overthinking it; he was just being polite,” Margaret tried to argue, feeling a bit flustered. “We’ve known each other for a long time, and Charlie simply decided to show me the village.”

“Oh, come on, Margaret,” Sophie wasn’t about to give up so easily. “Can’t you see that he likes you?”

“Likes me?” Margaret blushed slightly at the suggestion. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sophie. It’s just friendship, nothing more.”

Emma crossed her arms and looked at her with clear skepticism.

“Do you really think he’d invite you somewhere just for fun? Doesn’t he have anything better to do?” she asked seriously.

Her friends’ words made her reflect on the idea that someone, especially Charlie, might see her as more than just a friend. As children, people don’t really think about these things: they befriend those they like and avoid those they don’t. But her friends spoke with such certainty that Charlie was in love with her, even though she saw him simply as an older friend with whom she could always talk about anything. He had helped and supported her—weren’t those the foundations of friendship? There hadn’t been any ambiguous words or actions from him, but now their words left her feeling slightly embarrassed and unsure. She had often been labeled a “neglected child,” which had led to societal rejection. Even as she grew older, those thoughts occasionally resurfaced, making her doubt herself and how others saw her. How could she possibly attract the attention of someone like Charlie?

“You’re just exaggerating,” she replied quietly, trying to conceal her growing doubts. “He couldn’t have invited me with those intentions. I think… we’ve always been friends.”

Sophie moved closer and sat beside her, gently taking her hand. She understood Margaret’s insecurity but knew something needed to be done.

“Margaret, you need to see yourself for who you really are,” she said softly. “You’re not just beautiful; you’re also smart, kind, and a strong witch. And that’s not just friendly talk—it’s the truth. We all see it, and maybe Charlie does too.”

Emma nodded in agreement with Sophie.

Those words touched Margaret, but at the same time, they brought back old insecurities—the doubts she had carried with her for many years. Margaret knew that her friends couldn’t be wrong; they had always been honest with her and had always supported her.

“Thank you, girls,” she finally whispered, hugging them both. “Maybe you’re right,” she said at last, looking up at them. “But I need time to figure it out… But I’m grateful for your words.”

“We’ll always be here to remind you of who you truly are,” Sophie said quietly, squeezing her hand.

“Yes,” Emma added with a smile. “And if you ever need someone to talk to about Charlie… well, you know we’re here.”

Margaret laughed, feeling some of the weight lift from her heart, though not the intrusive thoughts. That night, she had much to ponder about the day. Her friends saw more in her than she saw in herself, and that gave her mixed feelings. Old fears and doubts resurfaced, but now there was something new—an understanding that she was important to those around her, that they saw her as someone she could be if only she believed in herself.

But most of all, her thoughts revolved around Charlie. Although she had considered their relationship purely friendly, now their interactions took on new meaning—or maybe it was all just imagined, and the girls had misunderstood. What if he truly felt more than just friendship? How had she not noticed it before? She didn’t want to ruin the delicate thread of friendship that connected them, but she also needed to figure things out. Questions swirled in her mind, and the answers seemed distant, hidden in the fog of her thoughts.

After a restless night, Margaret looked exhausted and worn out the next day, with dark circles under her eyes speaking for themselves. She hadn’t found the answers she sought and now didn’t know how to face Charlie.

In the end, the only solution she could think of was to avoid Charlie for a while, to gather her thoughts and sort out her feelings. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest decision, but it gave her the necessary respite.

After that, Charlie only saw Margaret in passing and from a distance—she was like a shadow slipping through the castle, always a step ahead or slightly off to the side. He spotted her in the corridor, hurrying to classes or heading to the library. It didn’t seem to him that she was avoiding him, more that their paths simply didn’t cross as often as they used to. Their evening chats by the fireplace also began to dwindle—Charlie often found her spot empty when he returned to the common room. He attributed her absence to busyness—homework, preparation for exams, or simple fatigue, as he himself was absorbed in numerous tasks. Quidditch practice was more intense, demanding not only physical strength but also mental endurance. As captain, he couldn’t afford to slack off. His duties as a prefect also required his attention, and sometimes he felt like he couldn’t keep up with the pace of life. Perhaps they both needed a little rest and solitude.

However, despite this, he couldn’t help but notice that their communication had changed. Where they once could talk for hours about everything from Quidditch to old family stories, now their conversations were reduced to greetings and occasional discussions about schoolwork. His heart ached with the strange feeling that something had gone wrong, but he didn’t know how to fix it or what exactly needed to be done. He tried not to give in to the growing anxiety within him, convincing himself that things would return to normal and that this was just a temporary phase.

One evening, when he saw her about to leave the common room again, Charlie finally decided to talk.

“Margaret!” he called out, walking closer. “Hi. We haven’t talked much lately; I don’t even know how you’re doing. Is everything okay?”

Margaret froze in place, trying to quickly come up with an answer. She hadn’t expected him to catch her now, and all the excuses she could have used seemed unconvincing.

“Hi, Charlie,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm. “Yes, everything’s fine. It’s just that there’s a lot to do—homework and all that. So much to do and not enough time.”

Charlie looked at her closely, noticing the exhaustion and worry in her eyes. He wasn’t sure, but something about her behavior troubled him.

“I get it; we all have a lot on our plates,” he said more gently. “But, you know, I miss our evenings by the fireplace.”

“So do I, Charlie, really. I hope things settle down soon, and we can get back to our evenings,” Margaret said sincerely. She truly wanted to return to those days before her friends had planted these thoughts in her mind, but she couldn’t.

In the meantime, the days passed, and Margaret felt a pang of guilt each time she avoided him, but she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him like she used to. However, with each passing day, the time she gave herself felt increasingly burdensome. She knew that eventually, she would have to talk to Charlie, figure out what was happening, and possibly try to find a solution. But how?

Charlie, unaware of the depth of her inner turmoil, continued with his daily routine. But the longer their distance grew, the more he felt the emptiness her absence left behind.

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CFWC F/AtoW: Jan 5 - 11, 2025

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

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Love Springs Eternal ✒️ | Mal Volari x F!Human!MC - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Emma Plushie Doll 🎨 | F!MC - @cadybear420 C: @loreofyore

Painkillers ✒️ | Juliana Georgescou - @spadesofgrass

DESIRE & DECORUM

Waiting For You ✒️ | Ernest Sinclaire x F!MC - @bluelovessss

ENDLESS SUMMER

Could be Our Last Night on Earth 🎨🔥🏳️‍🌈 | Estela Montoya x F!MC - @marmolady

Last Night on Earth ✒️🔥🏳️‍🌈 | Estela Montoya x F!MC - @marmolady

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Mary Plushie Doll 🎨 | F!MC - @cadybear420 C: @mercedesdecorazon

OPEN HEART

King of the Casa 📱 | Tobias Carrick x F!MC, Multiple Characters - @jerzwriter

Love In Every Heartbeat (Series) ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 Chapter 23: Kisses from Maldives Chapter 24 – Out Of Difficulties Grow Miracles 

No Tea 📱 | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Forevermore (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | King Marquise (Liam) Rys x F!MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 11: Somber

One Handsom Devil (Series) ✒️ | Drake Walker x F!MC - @onehandsomedevil-trr Chapter 19: Cordonia in Crisis

Princesa Real 3 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 4: Llamado a la unidad Chapter 5: Fortaleza interior Chapter 6: El eco del caos

Two 2 Tango (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Maxwell Beaumont x F!OC - @tessa-liam All is Fair in Love and War, part 2

MULTIPLE STORIES

MC Line up 🎨 | F!MC - AVSP, CoP, FA, TPS, TRR - @mariemarieohcontrary

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He's a Demon, He's a Devil (He's a Mutant) (Series)

Patch! Logan X F! Curvy Reader/OC

A/N: I got excited about this idea, and decided I wanted to at least get something out for it now! I'm actually not sure how I want to write this, but it'll be 3rd person/alt POV between reader and Logan. This is my attempt at writing an OC sort of reader too. Usually the OC stories I have, I write in 3rd person POV (bc I just love writing everybodys thoughts and feelings down) Reader will be female, and described as curvy with curly hair, and a mutant with "Astral projection" sort of powers. ALSO id imagine Patch!logan being like X movies!Logan, or DOFP! Logan

Story Plot: Madripoor, the city where crime is legal. Logan is sent by the X-men to infiltrate and spy on the largest crime family of the city after intel and suspicion that the family is partaking the illegal auctioning of stolen- and dangerous superhero artifacts. He undertakes the identity of Patch, a poor man with an eye patch who maneuvers his way into the family with ease, earning the trust of the head honcho, Leonardo 'Blue Eyes' Marino and becoming his right hand. He meets you, a beautiful, and alluring resident singer of the Madripoor Daydream Casino, and gets more than he bargains for, as you both discover each others secrets....

Warnings: None! (For the prologue) For the first time I actually wrote something short and sweet...Enjoy!

Word Count: 478

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PROLOGUE:

“This will take some time.” 

Charles Xavier was at his desk, his hands clasped together as he looked around at the others in the room. 

“Seeing how long it took Gambit to even discover the possibility of an operation, that tells us that uncovering the plans at whatever scheme is at work will not be easy.” 

Logan sat near the back of the arm, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He wore a frown on his face, a classic baseline expression of his. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, seeming like he could care less to be there, he listened intently to every word the professor was saying. 

“I believe that it would be worth it to send someone undercover.”

“We can’t use Gambit?” Scott asks, “He’s there already. He knows these people by now, and has their trust.”

“Exactly. He’s already been noticed. He’s built up a reputation that would not suit what we need for someone on the inside. He believes that the family is suspicious of him anyway, and pushing farther would risk his safety.” Charles says. “We need somebody that could fit into a city like Madripoor, someone with a good instinct, and knows how to deal with these people, and could work their way through the chain of power there.” 

The room sat silent. Jean and Ororo glanced at each other. Scott glanced around the room, looking at Hank, Emma, Kurt, and the others. Finally, Charles spoke up.

“Logan.” 

Logan's frown turned deeper. “Me?” He finally speaks. 

“Well,” Scott shrugs a bit. “You were a part of the mafia at one point.”

“Yeah that was 40 years ago Summers” Logan scoffs. “And I was just a bodyguard.” 

“Scott is right Logan.” Charles says. “I believe you are the man best suited for the job. You have a good instinct, you carry confidence and earn respect wherever you go. Your demeanor and experience would be perfect to carry out this mission. Infiltrate the Madripoor Daydream Casino and Hotel, get close to the Marion family, and gain intel that will tell us what we need to know.” 

Everyone in the room turned and looked at Logan, waiting for his answer. He closed his eyes, grimacing a bit. It wasn’t his ideal mission. He was used to the ones where he didn’t have to pretend, he could go in and out, completing the goal, his claws solving any problem that arises during it. This would call for discretion, which he wasn’t exactly known for.

 He couldn’t lie, Charles was right. Out of everyone in the room, he was the best qualified, in multiple ways. He opened his eyes, and looked straight at Charles. Something in his gut told him that maybe this is something he needs to do. Somehow, someway, maybe it’ll lead him to figure himself out, and his place in the world.

“Alright... I’ll do it.”

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2922

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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9.

OMNISCIENT Tiana and Jey finally made it back to Cali to check up on Bianca and Montez and make sure everything was okay; before they could do that, Jey went to take Tiana to get a restraining order on Malakai.

She needed that badly since things were now getting crazy with him, especially with him running around with a gun on his hip. Anything could happen.

After doing that, Jey dropped off Tiana at her nail shop because she had some clients who wanted their nails done for today.

"Heyyy girly." Emma said as she came in.

"Omg Emma hey girl." She said as she hugged her friend.

"I haven't seen you in a minute since you know..."

Tiana nodded as she sat down in her chair to check out Emma's nails. She had noticed that they were getting old, so it was time for her to change them.

As Tiana got to work on her nails, she saw that Jey had texted her, but he had to wait due to her fixing her friend's nails.

"Sooo....how are you and your new man?" She asked.

"We've been doing good, girl; Kai got his ass whooped again by Josh, so yeah," Tiana replied.

"Damn for real? That's crazy." They both chuckled as Tiana was scraping Emma's old nails off.

While focusing on her nails, she cut her natural nails down with a nail clipper and got to work while Emma showed her what design she wanted.

She saw a car pull up in the parking lot but didn't recognize who it was, so she didn't really pay attention to that person as she was focusing on Emma's nails.

"Tink." When she heard that voice, her body froze. She looked up and saw Kai standing there.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" She questioned.

"I came to see you tink since you didn't answer your phone." Malakai said.

She scoffed at him and gave him a stern look, "I have a restraining order on you, so you can't be near me." He chuckled darkly at her.

"You think I give a damn about that damn restraining order? I'll do what I want, and what I want you to do is come with me."

Tiana shook her head as she looked at Emma, "nigga fuck you. Don't make me call my boyfriend to come fuck you up again. Leave."

"I'll shoot his ass if he do." That statement made her feel scared for Jey's safety, but she didn't want to leave with him, so she just stayed there.

Malakai just looked pissed as he walked up towards her until Emma stepped him his face as he was eyeing her down, knowing that he had a gun on his hip.

He tried to push her away, but Emma wouldn't budge. She used her strength to push him away, making him stumble a bit.

"Look, Kai, you're now getting out of pocket comin' up here messing with T all because she doesn't want you, so I would advise you to leave," Emma replied, giving Kai a stern look.

"Man, fuck you, she's coming with me; she belongs to me."

"Ion' belong to nobody but Josh, that's it, so you can see your way out the damn door Kai. I'm not playin' with'chu."

He pushed Emma out of the way as he snatched Tiana up by the hair, causing her to yelp, getting flashbacks of him doing this to her.

Kai pulled her down on the floor as he was dragging her outside towards his car; Emma had grabbed Tiana's phone, unlocked it as she called Jey.

Tiana tried to fight him off, "Get the fuck off of me, Kai!" As he kept dragging her down to his car.

OTP Jey: Mama? What's up? Tiana: this is Emma her friend we need you down here like now. Jey: why? What's goin' on is Tiana okay? Tiana: She's getting dragged by Kai towards his car and we need you here like now please. Jey: what? Ight bet I'm comin I'm comin' Tiana: thank you Jey.

CALLED ENDED.

Emma grabbed a vase with flowers and ran towards Kai and Tiana. Seeing Tiana getting hit in her face with the gun just broke Emma's heart.

She didn't want Tiana going through this, she told her not to deal with someone like Malakai because he was crazy and dangerous.

A/N: warning domestic abuse !!

Emma saw that Tiana was bleeding on the bottom of her lip understanding that Kai had hit her with his gun trying to bring her inside of his car, all she could do was knock him out with the vase that she had.

As she saw Tiana trying to fight him off of her, she didn't know if she wanted to wait for Jey to come or just hit him upside the head with the vase.

That's all she could do, so when she ran up and hit him upside the head with the vase, he froze, letting go of Tiana's hair.

He turned around, facing Emma with an angered expression on his face, pointing the gun at her, which caused her to back up slowly.

"You, stupid bitch are YOU tryna save her huh?!"

"YES, KAI, YOU'RE INSANE RIGHT NOW!" Emma shouted.

"ME!? insane? NAH, I'M JUST TAKING BACK WHAT'S MINE!" he shouted.

'This man was insane for this'

'Where's Jey?'

All Tiana could think about was Jey, wondering where he was because she was scared—so scared that flashbacks haunted her.

FLASHBACKS

I was in the closet hiding from Malakai as he went insane again during our argument. He was choking me out, but I managed to get out of it as I made a run for it towards the closet.

Covering my mouth so that he won't hear my muffled crying, I didn't know what to do I was shaking like crazy rocking bath and forth.

Hearing him breaking things, calling for me, yelling my name.

I quietly cried my eyes out, lost."

"Tink, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for it to happen." Malakai said.

"Please, come out mama."

I didn't say anything other than hearing myself sniffing my nose and rubbing it with my long-sleeved shirt.

"Mamas pleaseeee."

"God, I fucking hate you so much." He said.

'How the fuck could his demeanor change after just apologizing just a straight manipulative asshole.'

I backed up in the corner so that he wouldn't see me as I heard his footsteps coming in our bedroom, I mean it was already a mess to begin with after he had hit me.

"I HATE YOU TIANA!"

It went completely silent, and I held in my breath as much as I could until I heard him throwing stuff around in our bedroom, fearing that he'd find me in our closet.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Malakai screamed.

I heard glass breaking on the ground, knowing that he had thrown it, but everything stopped as I heard his footsteps leaving while walking down the steps.

Hearing the car turn on and hearing him leave, I left the closet as I saw our room torn up with glass on the floor. Going towards the mirror, I looked at my face. I had a bruise mark on my cheek from him hitting me.

"Fuck I need to get out of this relationship." I said to myself.

FLASHBACK OVER.

She snapped out of her thoughts, darting her eyes towards Emma and Malakai, seeing that Emma was now on the wall with her hands up, while Kai had the gun still pointed at her.

"Kai, you're being delusional," Emma said.

"ME? DELUSIONAL? Last time I checked, she didn't say we broke up. She just left and tried to replace me with some bummy Samoan." Malakai retorted while pressing the gun on Emma's neck.

He was about to press the trigger when she saw Montez punching him in the face, causing him to fall, including his gun.

Jey approached her, looking at her state. He had a sad expression on his face, and he hugged Tiana tightly.

Seeing Malakai being pinned on the ground while his gun was on the other side she just closed her eyes as tears were flowing down her eyes going onto Jey's clothes.

"I'm here, mama; I'm right here." Jey reassured her.

✧.* JEY I was honestly losing my shit after what had gone down earlier at Tiana's nail shop. He had the nerve to come up here after the fact that she has a restraining order against him.

What made it even worse is that Tiana had a mark on her face from him hitting her with his gun which did break my heart, she was scared.

We made it back to her crib, and we both got out of the car together. I held her hand as she unlocked the door, seeing Bianca running up to her and hugging each other.

"Are you okay bestie??" Bianca asked.

"Yeah, I just want to go upstairs and lie down," Tiana said as Bianca saw her wound on her lip.

"Well first lemme' get you an ice pack for the bottom of your lip." As she was doing that, she felt me wrapping my arms around her waist while she looked up at me.

I placed a soft kiss on her neck and then onto her cheek as she gave me a faint smile, feeling so tired and mentally exhausted, all because Kai wanted to be insane.

She wanted to text Emma to make sure that she was okay because she knew that she would probably be traumatized by all of this.

Hell, even Emma told Tiana that Malakai was no good for her, and she didn't listen to her. Now, look what happened.

I didn't let go of her waist as I nuzzled my chin onto her neck. Meanwhile, Bianca came back with the mini ice pack and gave it to Tiana.

"Thank you Joshua, for rescuing her from him I hope Emma is okay." She said.

"B, you know I got Tiana. I'm not goin' to let anything happen to her," I said.

Tiana and I went upstairs to her bedroom. I heard her sigh deeply while shutting the door behind me. She began taking off her clothes in front of me again, knowing how I am with her.

But I was goin' to let it slide for today since it has been hectic as fuck, but it didn't stop me from admiring her naked body.

My eyes were narrowing downward seeing her bent over just made me want to get up and beat that shit in while she's standing but I kept that to myself as her eyes darted towards my direction.

"Are you comin' with me inside the shower?" She asked.

"I mean, I didn't bring any extra clothes with me, but yeah, if it makes you feel better." I replied while she nodded her head.

✧.*

After taking a shower together, we lay in bed together, watching Love & HipHop Atlanta, trying to help Tiana forget about what had happened today.

She was cuddled up against my chest while I played in her hair, focusing my eyes on the show, but for some odd reason, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier.

I could see the fear in her eyes and her friend Emma's eyes, too; she was almost this close to getting killed by this man all because she was protecting T.

'What would've happened if I didn't show up?'

That's all my mind could think about, Tiana noticed that I wasn't saying anything snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Josh, you good?" Tiana asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, mama. Are you okay?" I replied.

She nodded her head as she continued to look up at me with her innocent eyes god she really think she's slick, acting like I won't bend that ass on all fours.

"Don't be lookin' at me like that," I warned her as she looked confused.

"What? I'm not doing anything but making sure you're okay." She said.

"Girl, you know what you're doing to me."

She chuckled at me while sitting up. She climbed onto my lap as I put my hands behind my head, admiring her.

I liked the way she was straddling me like this, even though I did say I was going to let this one slide for today. But she's tempting me right now.

She began to place soft kisses on my chest moving towards my neck causing me to moan softly, I placed my hands behind her ass giving it a good grip sucking onto my neck.

I felt myself getting hard underneath her wetness. I knew that her underwear was soaked, I adjusted myself as she began grinding on my lap.

Watching her doing it as her boldness was turning me on as I was gazing up at her.

"Lil mama, you tryna get fucked up right now, huh?" I said as my voice was raspy and deep.

"I don't know...you tell me papi.." her voice trailed off.

I sat up, holding her in place. Our faces were close together, staring into each other's eyes and then onto each other's lips.

Grabbing her throat firmly as I attached my lips to hers moving our lips together in sync, snaking one of my hands on her ass and giving it a smack while she moved her hips back and forth, causing me to hiss at her movements.

SMUT WARNING

I had her on all fours beating her shit in, hearing her moans mixed with mines were just music to my ears, my eyes were focused on her ass jiggling up against me as she throwing it back on me.

"keep throwing that shit back mama." I grunted.

I threw my head back in pleasure while gazing down at her, she felt so good wrapped around me like this almost driving me insane.

Meanwhile, I'm letting her do all of the work on me, giving her ass a few slaps and hearing her whimpering.

"Mhmm, mama keep goin.'" She looked back at me and tucked the bottom of her lip in. God, she just looked very sexy right now.

The room was filled with skins slapping against each other, and our moans were probably heard by Bianca and Montez.

I could see that she was getting tired, so I gripped both of her hips as I began thrusting into her cunt deeply, giving her every stroke I was giving.

"Fucccck, daddy." Tiana moaned.

She was gripping on the sheets tightly as I pulled her hair back, causing her to yelp, pounding into her shit, "oh my gooood Josh!"

She tried pushing me away only to make things worst for her I wasn't haven't that.

"Un Unt, take this fucking dick Tink." I growled pushing my dick in deeper inside of her.

I put pressure on her back as she held her legs up to adjust herself while I pounded her gushy inside.

"Joshhhh, I-I C-can't.." she whimpered softly as she tried to push me away.

"Nah mama take this dick like a big girl you got it."

I could see her eyes rolling in the back of her head looking down seeing myself going in and out of her insides. I felt her walls clenching around my dick causing me to groan Loudly while seeing her in a miserable state.

"Fuck, mama you feels so good make me wanna put a baby in yo' ass." I rasped as I've seen her cream coated onto my dick.

Her facial expression was turning up as I knew that she was going to come, so I continued to thrust into her deep.

She was gripping onto the bedsheets tightly as my name escaped from her mouth I moved my hips faster gazing down at her.

"God you're so pretty mama, taking my dick well.."

"yeah? papi?" Tiana mewled weakly.

"Yeah, mama."

I leaned in closer while continuing my movements as I placed nothing but soft kisses on her back, making her shiver underneath me.

She was feeling on my face giving her a kiss on the lips, I sped up my pace causing her to scream very loudly as I was beating that shit in.

"Joshhhhhh ouuuu fuck joshhh!" She cried out in a high-pitched voice as she put her face into the sheets.

I had a smirk appeared on my face hearing her screaming like that.

I felt my dick twitch inside of her wetness as I went deeper, hitting her g-spot and seeing her look helpless and defeated.

"Mhmm, mama take it  make a mess on daddy." I praised her as I've seen her expressions screwed up a bit.

Feeling her legs tighten, I moved my hips faster inside of her, cursing under my breath as she held onto my biceps tightly, squirting all over me.

Feeling her body shake underneath me as I tucked in the bottom of my lips, groaning, "fuck, daddy is finna fill you up, princess."

I felt my warm seed spread inside of her, causing me to roll my eyes in the back of my head, filling her up with my nut.

I thrust a few times in her before pulling out of her seeing her look so defeated.

SMUT OVER.

Trying to catch ourselves as I turned her over seeing nothing but dried up tears that were on her face looking all flushed, she was shaking violently due to the orgasm that she just had.

I placed her onto my lap, kissing her on the lips while rubbing her thighs to calm her down as she put her head onto my chest.

"I got'chu all shaking and shit I really got it like that mama?" I asked.

She nodded her head weakly at me while closing her eyes making me chuckle at her cuteness, placing her onto her bed on the other side of it.

Pulling her against my chest letting her hear my heartbeat as we both drifted to sleep.

Under Your Touch.

A/N: goodness I know yall is tired of Kai coming back doing some crazy shit especially now Traumatized Emma for good but don't worry everything is unfolding.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments

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Stay Ucey.

[sofasoap]

Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Don't give König ANY alcohol.

Warning: M Rated. INNUENDO, INNUENDO!  Alcohol consumption ( be responsible people), swearing, sexual theme. Slight crack fic. English isn’t my first language, there will be a lot of grammatical and tense mistake.

A/N: This is part of the world what I dubbed “ Mini MacTavish Universe”. Inspired by  @saltofmercury ’s “ “The Favorite MacTavish”. Praise her for lending me her character and universe * starry eye *. Go read her brilliant stories!

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You know König doesn't drink alcohol. No big deal. Each to their own. Maybe he just doesn't like the taste of it. What you didn't realise is he has ZERO tolerance to alcohol.

Kortac was in UK again after a successful joint operation with the SAS. To your surprise, Johnny rang you and ask if you want to travel to  Credenhill  to join the party. "That's rare, usually I have to beg you to let me tag along!"

"... The team was asking for you." " They are asking for their FAVOURITE MacTavish you mean?"

" Jesus Christ, do you want to come or not?"

" Just give me the date and I'll check my shift timetable."

You were secretly excited you will get to see König again after the chance meeting which turned into, according to Emma, a coffee date. Was that a date? You don't know. Do you like him? Maybe. For the moment you are just enjoying your time texting back and forth. ( or mainly him sending pictures of what his current little carving projects are or interesting things he notice while on mission. It's quite adorable really. )

Dropping off your luggage at the airbnb near the barrack, you make your way towards the bar frequently attended by the team. Walking in, loud noises hits you instantly. The pub was packed full of people, it's a popular spot for the SAS soldiers since the barrack isn't far off. You look around trying to find your brother. Soon enough you spot Ghost's tall figure with Johnny and Gaz playing a round of snooker. You ran up to your brother and tackled him from behind.

"Mini! you made it!" Gaz exclaimed. "What's a gathering without me livening up the atmosphere?" You high fived each other. Johnny turned around and gave you a big hug.

" How was the train ride here?" "Busy. Lucky I booked my ticket as soon as you told me about the gathering." Pointing at Ghost, " Am I allow to greet him? or is the no Ghosting rule still apply?" "What are you planning." he look at you deadpan expression. " Nothing. I am just being friendly." " Why does this sound familiar." You turned and smiled at Ghost, " Hey Simon. "

" ... Hey." " Mini." " Hey Uncle Price!" You left Johnny's embrace and went in for a hug with Price. Why does Ghost look slightly disappointed?

"Who else is here?"

Price pointed towards the table near the bar. "Some of the KorTac members are over there, the rest are scattered around." "OHh I see new people I haven't met." " MINI" Johnny and Simon chimed in same time with warning tone.

" Yes Sir, I know Sir, I will behave Sir.” You gave the boys your best salute and wondered towards the bar to order a beer. While standing at the bar, you see König, per usual, hiding at the edge of the room, trying to make himself invisible with a glass of what looks like a coke in his hand, listening to his teammate's conversation. Doing your best you try to wave to him, he spotted you, his eyes lit up and timidly waved back. Horangi saw the interaction, elbowed König and teased him a little. König duck his head down, blushing. You felt a set of eyes on you, turning around you can see Ghost looking at your direction, eyes narrowed. What's his problem?

Soon you find yourself mixing with the ladies from both teams, gossiping away. They sure have fascinating stories to tell, tales of war to suitors or love interests they meet during their missions.

".... and would you believe, their pick up line was, "“I’ve lost my teddy bear! Can I sleep with you instead?”" You laughed, " Oh gosh, that sounded like me from last time!" " Look, if it comes from you, it sounds cute, but coming from that person??" Nova made a face. " Mini, come on, got any stories to tell? Any strange pick up lines?" " Sadly no. All the boys that wants to approach me been scared off by Johnny." " Pfft, for a casanova like him, it's bit contradicting. no offense Mini."

" None taken Kleo. I know my brother is a manwhore. A gentlemanly manwhore." Everyone burst out laughing. Out of corner of your eyes, you saw König swaying a bit in his seat. No one else seems to notice. His drink nearly finish. Maybe he is tired? All of sudden, he stood up, startling the people around him, and proceed to swagger towards you, full of purpose, you will be lying if it doesn't stir the heat up a little bit down there. Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your chair towards him. Waiting for his next move. Stopping right in front of you, he leans down, hands on both side of you on the table, trapping you. Gosh, he does have beautiful blue eyes, the piercing blue eyes.... wait, is that bit of alcohol you can smell from his breath?

"Hello Schatz." He purred. "Do you know why they call me insertion specialist? because I am VERY GOOD at ramming... " his eyes flickers down towards his crotch, " THINGS... especially into people." The whole pub just went dead silent. Your jaw dropped. Is he trying to flirt with you? Hearing a loud clank noise, your eyes darts towards the snooker table, Johnny had dropped his cue, eyes wide with shock, while Ghost looks like he was about to murder certain someone with veins popping out of his forehead. Gaz was laughing his head off, smacking Price's back, making him choke. " WHO THE FUCK ADDED RUM INTO HIS COKE!!!!"

Just think of the way König walks at the character intro screen. mmmmm.

lack of sleep does this to you. Oops.

[metaphoricgibberish]

Sanctuary [ javier peña ]

summary: Takes place after the third season-- Javier moves to San Francisco to escape what he'd witnessed in Colombia over the past several years. The DEA is desperate to get him down to Mexico to help take down the Guadalajara Cartel, but Javier isn't so sure he wants to continue down that path. His decision only becomes increasingly more difficult when he meets a bartender named Emma, whose commitment issues seem to mirror his own.

pairing: javier peña x f!oc rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 93k

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Javier Peña meets his match in the form of a little bartender in San Francisco.

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[emma-nation]

The Curse Of Hackett's Quarry

Chapter 1 - The Tower

Summary: After the events of a traumatic night, Emma Mountebank finds out she still a werewolf. While she learns how to deal with this new reality, new problems and feelings come to surface. Pairings: Emma/Abi, Emma/f!OC

Notes: Set in an Alternate Universe where Emma was bitten by Silas. In this fic all the counselors are alive and all the Hackett's are dead. Pairings are Emma/Abi and Emma/f!OC.

Notes²: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first The Quarry fic and also my first Werewolf fic, I hope you guys enjoy it. Like Emma says herself - 'Sub, share and smash that like button. The holy trinity.'

Full Story:

The Tower represents a massive change - destruction and chaos, a personal transformation. The awakening of something new. 

August, 2021

At the police station, Emma observed a tarot card inside an evidence bag that was collected from Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp. The last three days had been a blur. 

When the police cars arrived in the morning, she assumed everything would be okay. She was finally going home and then college. That traumatic night would become a distant memory.

But then she left Mr. H's office and saw that corpse in the lodge. It was not a monster. It did not look like a monster. That was… Caleb Hackett. In that moment, she knew they were in trouble.

"I… I'm not a murderer," she said once she was being taken to the back of a police car. "We were attacked."

The police officer did not answer. 

She and Abi were locked in the same holding cell. Abi was very distressed. She could barely breathe. At some point, she went to the toilet and vomited. 

"It'll be okay, Abi," Emma placed a hand on her shoulder, in an attempt to bring her some relief. "They will only ask us a few questions. And then, we're going home."

"Emma, stop," the girl pushed her hand away and stood up, taking a few anxious steps around their enclosure.

"Do you realize that was a teenage boy that was lying dead in that lodge?! Do you think they'll even believe us when we tell werewolves attacked us?!"

Emma swallowed dry. Yes, she was being ridiculous. Their situation wasn't good at all. But she had to believe that. She couldn't let that optimistic side of her die. Not yet. Otherwise she'd break. 

They called her for an interrogation by the nighttime. At least she was allowed to shower and change her clothes before. She was also given a meal, but she declined. Even if she hadn't eaten for over 24 hours, she wasn't hungry.

"And that's what happened," Emma finished, after telling everything she could remember about that night. 

"Werewolves?"

"Yes. I have a picture on my phone. It was taken as evidence when I arrived, but you can check…"

The officer didn't say anything. Emma stopped talking.

"Ms. Montebank, did you have a relationship with… she checked a paper for information, "Mr. Jacob Custos?"

"Yes. No! I mean… we had a Summer fling, but I broke up with him before all of that."

"So you did not consent when he sabotaged the van to spend one more night with you in the Summer Camp?"

The revelation caught her by surprise. Emma felt a knot in her stomach. She really thought Jacob was acting strange but she didn't want to assume he'd go that far.

"H-He did what ?!"

She returned to the cell, unable to process what she heard. Abi was lying on the bed, facing the wall. She wasn't sleeping, but she didn't feel like talking.

Emma was called back to the interrogation room. Being a lawyer himself, her father had contacts and hired one of the best attorneys in the country.

"So, you did not shoot any of the Hacketts?" He asked.

"No."

In fact, she only learned all the other members of Hackett's family were dead when she was taken to the precinct. 

"Then why were your fingerprints on the gun?"

"I took it from Mr. Hackett's storage."

"Why did you take it, Emma?"

"To be honest, I don't know."

Staring at that tarot card, made Emma reflect about her future. She had just signed the papers of her release, after the group was declared innocent of the accusation of murder and didn't know what to expect. Would she be able to recover from that traumatic experience? Would the rest of the world believe that absurd story about werewolves? She definitely wouldn't, if she had seen it for herself. 

She didn't see any of her friends while being escorted outside by her parents, which was good somehow. She didn't want to face Jacob yet. She'd certainly punch him and yell at him, what would bring her even more problems. She wished she had seen Abi though, but she was already gone. Emma feared she blamed her somehow, for what Jacob did. 

As long as she remembered, Emma always felt comfortable being in front of cameras. Ever since she was a kid, she loved being captured through videos and photos. She was a true actress from birth. 

Now, she was learning to hate them. As soon as she left the station, journalists were waiting, shoving microphones on her face, asking inappropriate questions and taking unwanted pictures of her release.

"Ms. Montebank, would you mind saying a few words about the incident?"

"I can't," she attempted to cover her head using her hands. "I'm sorry."

"Emma, is it true you and your friends were under the influence of drugs?"

"Ms. Montebank?!"

"Emma! Emma!"

They didn't stop and the police officers didn't make any efforts to stop them. A few journalists chased her parents' car. Later, they found out their address, staying in front of their house waiting for answers during the next few days.

The journalists weren't the only problem. When Emma finally gathered enough courage to check her social media, she found out she had gained a ton of new followers. Her videos were also bombarded with all kinds of comments - most of them were negative. Sarcastic. Evil. Bits of her videos were taken out of context and each one of her words, each one of her actions were analyzed, misinterpreted and judged.

That was when she decided to deactivate her account. At least for a while. All that fuss couldn't last forever. 

At home, her relationship with her parents had been wrecked too. While they believed her innocence, they seemed resentful, disappointed. Maybe because none of them was allowed a normal life anymore. Her parents wouldn't have a moment of peace even during their work hours.

Emma would spend most of her time locked in the bedroom and her 10 years old sister was the only one who bothered to check on her every once in a while.

"Hey, princess," she smiled when the girl appeared in the bedroom, shortly after her arrival. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Em," Olivia Mountebank wrapped her arms around her neck. "I'm so glad you're here."

'Me too,' Emma thought without saying it aloud. While she was fighting for her life that night, her little sister was the person who mostly crossed her mind. 

"I believe you. About the werewolves."

"It… it means a lot."

She smiled, attempting to fight the tears that started filling her eyes. She hadn't been able to cry yet. That was the first time.

September, 2021

After two weeks, Emma decided it was time to recompose herself and try to move on with her life. Keeping her mind busy would help her to deal with that whole traumatic experience. She finally started attending classes at NYU and moved to the dorm.

She didn't expect it to be easy. The looks and whispers would follow her anywhere she went. In the better days, people would just ignore her existence. 

"Give it some time," Kaitlyn said when they spoke over the phone. She was the only one of the group who called her. Abi hadn't been answering any of them yet.  "People will eventually forget about it."

And that was what Emma was trying to do, but on that particular morning of September 20, she woke up feeling awful. At first it was only her chest exploding in anxiety. After an hour or so, she noticed her skin felt like it was on fire. Her body temperature was abnormally high.

"What that bitch is doing?" Somehow, she could hear the conversation between her roommates, while she had been sitting under the cold shower. "She has been there for like two hours."

"Maybe she's doing drugs again."

"I hope she didn't kill herself. It'll bring journalists to the campus all over again."

They giggled. And their laughs sounded extremely loud. Emma's ears started to ring in response. She covered them with her hands to muffle the sound.

Once the girls left, she wore some clothes and headed to the student health center. 

"Your temperature is a little bit high, Ms. Montebank," the female doctor examined her. "But it doesn't seem to be anything serious."

"I-I also feel nauseous and… my chest hurts."

"You've been under a lot of stress. I'll prescribe you some tranquilizers."

She asked Emma to return in case her symptoms worsened. After buying the medication, she returned to the dorm and slept.

Her dreams were tormented by memories from that night. She was in the woods all over again, being chased by one of those creatures. This one was different from the others, its skin was much more pale. It seemed stronger and faster somehow. Emma was able to escape. It was only when she was safe inside Chris Hackett's office with Abi that she felt her leg stinging. She didn't say anything. She didn't want to scare her friend. The wound wasn't even deep, more like a scratch. It was also clean, showing no signs the infection was spreading through her bloodstream. When the morning came and she hadn't transformed, she considered herself lucky. 

Emma woke up past lunch time. Her body was aching and her head felt a little foggy. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, but once she stared at her reflection in the mirror she let out a scream. 

Her eyes had turned yellow.

"It can't be," Emma took a deep breath while she drove around the streets. "It can't be!"

Nick returned to normal after Caleb Hackett was killed. So did Ryan, Laura and Max after shooting Chris. 

She later heard the story about a man named Silas, who was rumored to be the one werewolf to infect the Hackett's. But he was also shot to death by Ryan and Laura.

There was absolutely no way that could be happening.

Emma wore shades before entering into the store. Rope. She had to buy rope before heading to the woods. 

"Just in case," she told herself. "Because nothing will happen tonight. It's only… stress. I'm very very stressed."

Along the rope, she bought some other supplies and drove to the park. She waited until it was completely empty before she restrained herself around a tree. She feared she could escape once she transformed. If she transformed. But the creatures didn't appear to be that strong or smart. Back to the camp, the hunters caught them in regular and simple traps.

As the night started to fall, her skin started to turn gray. She also felt her teeth becoming sharp.

"Fuck."

It was really happening. And no one was there for her. When the Hackett's transformed, they had each other. When Max transformed, he had Laura. When Nick transformed he had Abi. 

Abi. She wished Abi was there. Sweet, shy and insecure Abi. If only she was answering her calls.

WHY wasn't she answering her calls? Emma started feeling angry. She had done NOTHING wrong! 

Maybe that was him … Jacob. He had manipulated Abi's mind against her. Of course.

That was all Jacob's fault in first place. If only he had respected her when she said no. If only he wasn't so toxic, obsessive and childish. 

The thoughts were becoming too much to handle and Emma resorted to the only thing that could bring her some comfort. She positioned the camera of her cell phone in front of her and started to film.

"September 20, 2021 - 7 PM. It's… uh… it's my first night," her feelings of rage were replaced by fear and anxiety. Some tears started to roll across her cheeks.

"I'm scared. And lonely. I wish… I wish Abi was here. Or even Kaitlyn. S-She is always so brave…"

"Or Dylan. I'd… I'd love to hear one of his awful jokes right now."

God. She missed them terribly.

"Y-You've won, Jacob. Karma has found me! This is the price I'm paying for breaking your heart. I hope you're happy now, motherfucker."

Her conscious was being replaced by something else. Something wild. Something dangerous. Something inhumane. 

Emma swallowed a few pills from the tranquilizer she had bought earlier. Maybe that would weaken the creature inside her.

Then she closed her eyes and waited.

A few minutes later, she was no longer herself.

[melswifeasf]

Safest in your arms pt 3

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x Fem!OC

Summary: it’s Samanthas 18th birthday, meaning she’s legal now…

Warnings: (18+) MDNI, Cursing, Drug use, alcohol consumption, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

FALLING BACK INTO A ROUTINE WAS HARD FOR ANYONE. that was especially true for Samantha. she wasn't always the best at facing change, so when she went from working and hanging out with her friends all summer - as well as going to the beach with her parents, she wasn't used to having to deal with school and the stress of having to turn in her school work before a deadline.

it was why she needed to completely let go of herself Friday and she did. she got a lot more intoxicated then what she planned, she lost count of how many shots she took at the party and when a blonde with pretty blue eyes looked at her from across the room, she just couldn't let the opportunity run past her.

the sex was amazing and Emma even left the next morning like Samantha had told her. it was why she asked Marcus to leave the door unlocked, as soon as the clock hit six, Emma got up and left. no one was supposed to see her and yet someone did.

Samantha spent most of her Saturday hungover and watching movies with her blinds closed and her lights off the whole day. even her friends were recovering from the day before so she didn't see them until it got dark out. Nia and Jade brought her tacos and put on a 2000s romcom movie. they didn't even get through half of it though, as soon as they were done eating they all fell asleep. Sunday was as lazy as Saturday, they didn't have any plans so they all just hung out at Samanthas place until Ellen told them they should head home.

it was just easier to be at Samantha's house, the twins moms were a bit strict when it came the hours they could have company, Natalies house was always off limits because Brodie would have his friends over and Jade had three annoying little brothers that would make it their job to annoy the shit out of them. they sometimes hung out in Matthews basement but Samantha did not want to leave her house.

Wednesday rolled around pretty quickly. Monday was slow and Samantha had a long shift, Tuesday she had to tutor some freshman for extra credit and had yet another long shift at work so as soon as her head hit her pillow she was out like a light. that meant she hadn't seen Georgia since the second time they got high together. she didn't have much time to really think about the blonde, her schedule was filled to the point in which she didn't have time to think about anything, really.

the front door swung open and in walked Samantha with the twins and Matthew trailing behind her. their talking died down when they were in the house, the topic of conversation far too inappropriate for Samanthas parents to hear. "hello lads" she called out as she saw her dad and brother watching something on the tv. Marcus only glanced at her in acknowledgement and then turned his attention back to the screen. her dad shot her a warm smile that she quickly recuperated.

her friends signed hello to him, a gesture that always warmed her heart. growing up it was hard introducing her friends to her dad so when they first became friends she made sure they never hung out at her place. it wasn't that she was embarrassed because she could never be but she just found it complicated, up until the day they found out on their own and they all learned how to sign greetings and goodbyes. after time they would ask her how to say different things and even though they were a bit botchy, it was the fact that they even made the effort that was enough for her.

she walked into the kitchen as happy as ever but the smile on her lips twitched at the sight in front of her. Georgia, her hot neighbor was in her kitchen and talking to her mom like they were old friends, sipping on wine. the two women looked at Samantha and then at her friends as they followed her into the kitchen. it wasn't noticeable that Samantha stopped for a split second, processing the sight before her and then she continued walking toward the fridge.

"hey Georgia, mom" she said as she opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of gatorade's.

"Mrs Baker, lovely to see you" she heard Matthew say making her snort out a laugh, it was a wonder why her mom liked the kid so much. the fridge closed with Samantha's foot and she turned back toward her friends. she threw each bottle to each teen and they each caught it swiftly.

"we're all gonna chill for a while" Samantha said her eyes glancing at the blonde woman who was sipping on the red wine in her glass, all whilst watching her. it was almost like deja vu from Friday.

Ellen nodded, "okay, there's left overs in the fridge if you guys would like some" she said and turned slightly to indicate she was also talking to the other three teens in her kitchen.

"thank you" they all said at the same time it was almost comical.

Samantha chuckled, "thanks mom. i'm gonna head up though" she said and began to uncap the purple gatorade in her hand, Ellen nodded as Samantha walked past them. she was about join her friends and walk upstairs when her moms voice stopped her.

"hey, wait" she said making the girl freeze in her spot, the tone in which her mom spoke made her believe this was either going to end with her in trouble or her having to get one of her siblings in trouble.

"what's up?" she asked now turning to face the two women. she tried her best to not glance at Georgia but it was getting really hard with the blonde being so close to her and the smell of her perfume was starting to intoxicate her.

"do you have a finsta?" Ellen asked bluntly. Samantha's eyebrows furrowed and she let out a confused chuckle, why was she asking this?

"what?"

"you should leave while you still can" Marcus called out from the living room making Ellen turn to look at him in annoyance before turning back toward her daughter.

"do you?" Ellen repeated with a raised brow.

Samantha glanced at Georgia who had her usual smile, her eyes narrowed on the blonde. "why do i get the feeling you have something to do with this?" she asked Georgia who shrugged.

"im not sure what you mean"

"uh huh" Samantha nodded and then turned toward her mom. she could see her friends looking between each other from the corner of her eye. she had two options in this, she could either be honest and possibly have to deal with her mom seeing her private post or she could lie and have Georgia crack the truth out of her. "i don't, im confused on why you're asking me this though" she said looking at her mom.

Ellen watched her daughters facial features, trying to see if she was lying but she didn't find any sign of it so she let out a sigh. "i just found out your sister has a finsta and she's been keeping quite a lot of stuff from me" she said and grabbed the phone that was sitting on the countertop between her and Georgia. "did you know she threw a party in the house in Maine?"

the raven haired girls eyebrows shot up in fake surprise, "really? Max? i would expect that from Marcus but not her" she answered earning a groan from her brother. she was obviously lying but she was always able to trick her mom into believing otherwise.

"i said the same thing" Ellen said with a shake of her head. "but okay, you can go now" she said and grabbed the glass on wine in front of her before downing the liquid inside.

Samantha looked at her mom slightly shocked and then glanced at Georgia who was already looking at her. memories of Friday night flashed through her mind like a bucket of hot water was poured on her. the taste of Emma's lips, the feeling of someone watching them.. god it was too much.

she cleared her throat and walked away, not sparing Georgia or her mom another glance as she led her friends upstairs and into her room. she felt bad for lying to her mom but it's not like her finsta had anything all that bad, mostly just pictures of her at parties, drunk off her ass or beach pictures of her in a bikini that she did not want her mom to ever see.

a notification echoing throughout the room pulled Samanthas attention away from her friends phone and to her own. her and Nia were laying on her bed whilst watching Tiktok's, Matthew and Oliver had left already. Oliver had to pick up Natalie and Matthew didn't want to third wheel with two girls. by now Max was home and Samantha and Nia quietly eavesdropped on the stairs. after they went outside to smoke since Nia was going to spend the night.

"who is it?" Nia asked watching as Samantha searched for her phone on the bed, once she finally found it the bright light illuminated her face.

"i dont know" she mumbled, it was a friend request on instagram. her thumb pressed on the app and she clicked on the account that had just followed her. "do you know a Viviane Leigh?" she asked and threw her head back onto her pillow. Samantha felt her friend shake her head as she rested her own head on the girls shoulder.

"i don't think so," Nia said and watched as her friend scrolled through the account, "it looks like one of those weird burner accounts though" she said earning a laugh from her friend.

"that's your paranoia"

"or maybe it's that blondie you hooked up with," Nia said bumping her friends arm with her own. Samantha shook her head.

"her names Emma" she clarified.

"okay. well, why didn't you ever text her back? she seemed really nice and pretty. your mom would love her" Nia said making her friend let out a chuckle.

"don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing but that's pretty much it. it was so awkward when we were talking at the party" she said. the memories of that night made her cringe even just thinking about it, when they first introduced themselves it was fine then Emma lingered and tried to spark a conversation but all she really talked about was cheer and tried to figure out if they had any friends i common which they did not.

whilst Nia expressed how her friend was emotionally unavailable, the shorter girl was accepting the friend request. not even a minute later a DM was sent from that account. her eyebrows furrowed and she clicked on the message.

Vivian Leigh

i thought you didn't have a finsta?

a toothy grin appeared on the girls face as she read the message. it didn't take a genius to know who it was. her thumbs tapped against the screen as she quickly came up with a response.

Sams life

i didn't peg you for a stalker, Miller

Vivian Leigh

i see we're using last names now?

Sams life

nah. just yours. pls tell me you didn't

tell my mom about this though??

Vivian Leigh

don't worry, your secret is safe with me.

Sams life

well that's a relief

Sams life

why Vivian Leigh, though?

Vivian Leigh

seriously?? gone with the wind?

Sams life

what now?

Vivian Leigh

oh god, i forget you're still a child.

Sams life

haha, i'll have you know i'm gonna be

legal in two days

Vivian Leigh

your birthday is on Friday?

Sams life

yes ma'am

Sams life

id invite you to my party but we

don't rlly let boomers in

Vivian Leigh

i'm a boomer now? ouch.

Sams life

lmao i think your a millennial actually

Sams life

same thing, really

Vivian Leigh

i think i'm okay with that, i'd be doomed

not knowing gone with the wind.

Sams life

LMAO

Vivian Leigh

and using whatever that means every message

Sams life

okay now im the offended one

Sams life

lmao stands for l=laughing m=my a=ass

o=off

Sams life

your welcome for the grammar lesson

Vivian Leigh

wow your an amazing teacher.

Sams life

okay, i know your being sarcastic but

i'll take it!

Vivian Leigh

oh and your using punctuation, even better.

Sams life

ofc

Sams life

i'm assuming you know what that means

the raven haired girl was smiling so wide she had to bite her lip in order to disguise herself a bit. of course there was no hiding anything from her best friend who had been staring at her ever since she started texting Georgia. Samantha was so caught up on her phone and watching the typing.. to even realize her friend was watching her extremely confused. Nia expected her friend to realize she had been staring at her for the past five minutes but Samantha was still staring at the device in her hand.

"so it wasn't Emma but by shit eating grin you have right now i'm guessing it's another hottie?" the curly haired brunette said making her friends eyes slowly leave her screen and turn to her. Samantha's eyes seemed distant as she processed her words until finally she shook her head.

"it's just Georgia" she said and turned back to her phone.

Vivian Leigh

okay wow, i'm thirty but not stupid.

Sams life

okay yeah, my bad

Sams life

have you missed our smoke seshs?

Nia rolled her eyes at her friend and waved a hand in front of the girls face, Samanthas attention went from her phone to Nia. "what?" she chuckled, her phone was now laying on her bed, screen up shinning light on the ceiling.

"why is she texting you?" Nia questioned.

Samantha shrugged, "i don't know. she just found my private account and that's it" she explained and picked her phone back up.

"don't you think it's weird she's texting you?"

"nah. she's just being friendly" Samantha explained and waited for Georgia to message her back. the girl beside her examined Samanthas face, her eyes were shinning and they weren't a cause of the light on her phone, she had her lip in between her teeth and she could tell it was to hide a smile. she really hoped Samantha wasn't dumb enough to fall in love with an older woman - especially not the mother of her sisters best friend. she didn't want to burst her friends bubble, not yet at least so she simply turned her own phone back on and went back to her social media.

Vivan Leigh

is that what we're calling it?

Sams life

that's what everyone calls it

Vivian Leigh

right. sure.

Sams life

so you have missed me?

Vivian Leigh

i missed the free weed.

Sams life

fine, i'll take it.

Sams life

oh and btw, i loved your top today;)

Vivian Leigh

goodnight Samantha

Sams life

night Georgia

but Samantha couldn't sleep, no matter how much she tossed and turned, she simply could not get her mind to stop thinking about the woman across the street. even when her best friend held her close, usually that would be enough for her to fall asleep immediately but this time around it wasn't enough.

she knew she was playing a dangerous game. one that could potentially get them both in a lot of trouble but she simply craved Georgia. everything about her, the way she laughed, her accent that always gave Samantha chills, or the way she always knew what to say and do to make others feel more comfortable. it was the way she looked at her, the perfume she would always wear that at this point it was Samanthas favorite smell, even just her smile. it was all so addicting and Samantha was scared there wouldn't be a way out of this, afraid she'd end up falling for yet another straight girl.

birthdays weren't always Samanthas favorite. she didn't really like celebrating it when she was younger, she wasn't used to being the center of attention so it was always awkward. to top it off she never had any friends to celebrate with which just always reminded her how alone she really was. until her twelfth birthday, it was when she had met the twins and it was also the first year she had gone out to celebrate without her parents. they had gone the simple route and went to the movies. on her thirteenth birthday, they went to the pool, on her fourteenth they threw a small party with just them and it was the first time they ever tasted alcohol. on her fifteenth birthday, she spent it with her parents, her sixteenth they threw her a surprise party and on her seventeenth, she was so drunk she couldn't even remember it.

this time around it would be the same as the year before. Matthew would be throwing a party at his house, his mom was going on a business trip meaning he had an empty house and enough room to invite almost every senior. there was no doubt in anyone's mind that they'd all come, Samantha had a way of making friend unintentionally. even when she was younger, she always thought she didn't have any friends when she reality was she just never cared to pay attention to the people around her.

that morning Samantha was woken up by loud whispers. she thought she was dreaming at first, a weird dream with familiar voices whispering over one another followed by them hushing each other because they were talking too loud. she groaned lowly, her eyelids felt heavy and she wasn't supposed to be awake yet considering her alarm hadn't sounded. who the hell was waking her up then?

that question was answers pretty quickly, Samantha blinked one eye open, afraid that if she opened both she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. when she adjusted to the light coming from the curtains and the blobs above her she realized they weren't blobs, it was her friends all sporting huge grins.

"happy birthday!" they all said at the same time making the girls eyes widen and her body shot up, her heart was beating fast and her eyes were wide.

"holy shit" she muttered lowly, it took her a couple of seconds before her mind caught up to her body and a smile formed on her lips. "guys" she said her voice a lot softer now. "what the hell?"

they were each still smiling at her, Matthew was holding balloons in one hand and Nia was holding a cupcake with a single candle. "we know you hate when we sing happy birthday so here, blow it out" Nia said bringing the cupcake closer to the shorter girl. Samantha smiled at that, they were always thoughtful, all of them.

"but you still have to make a wish" Oliver said pointing at her making the girl roll her eyes with a small smile. she didn't fight his words, knowing if she did they would just light the candle again and make her blow it out for a second time. the latina girl closed her eyes, she made a quick wish and then opened them and blew out the candle.

"hell yeah" Matthew clapped and began to whistle, Samantha rolled her eyes once more and a breathy giggle left her lips at his actions.

"you're so annoying" she said but her happy tone of voice said otherwise.

"come on, get ready. Ellen's making breakfast" Oliver said rubbing his hands together.

"okay fine" Samantha said and threw the blankets off of her, she was about to go to her dresser and pick out an outfit when a bunch of hands were pulling her into a tight embrace.

"cant forget about our annual group hug!" Matthew exclaimed. no one seemed to be protesting though, Samantha laughed with a slight shake of her head.

"im being suffocated" she said dramatically and they all laughed before pulling away.

"you know you can't escape it" Oliver said with a wink.

"oh, i know"

a shower and a half an hour long conversation later Samantha was walking down the stairs with her friends on her heel. footsteps echoed throughout pretty much the whole house as well as loud chatter, having five teens over was bound to get noisy and at this point Ellen and Clint were used to it.

the raven haired girl was wearing light washed jeans that were slightly baggy and a white tank top that showed most of her stomach. once they reached the bottom of the stairs Samantha could see her mom and siblings in the kitchen most likely already eating breakfast.

"good morning and happy birthday!" Ellen said happily rushing over to daughter and pulling her into a tight hug. Samantha giggled as she accepted her mothers hug, recuperating it with as much as strength as she was receiving.

"thanks, mom" she responded with a slight laugh. Ellen pulled away happily to let her dad go next. he signed the young girl happy birthday and i love you before he pulled the girl into a tight hug, even though this was probably the fifth time she had been hugged in the last hour she hugged her father back with any protest.

once he pulled away Marcus stood from his chair and gave her a side hug, "happy birthday loser"

"awe, thanks Marcus" she cooed teasingly and hugged him with unnecessary strength. even though any other time he would've rolled his eyes and pushed her away, this time he didn't. he let his sister hug her for as long as she wanted and even a small crack of a smile formed on his lips that didn't go unnoticed by his mom who chose to not comment on it, not wanting to ruin the moment between the two.

Maxine was up next in line, she had her usual happy smile and threw her arms around her sister, "happy birthday, happy birthday!" she cheered happily practically bouncing in excitement.

Samantha chuckled, "thank you" she responded and tried to match her sisters excitement but that was practically impossible.

"okay, everyone grab a plate" Ellen said pointing at Samantha's friends as well as Samantha. the young girl saluted her mother and followed her orders, the five teens behind her mimicking her actions.

when breakfast was over Samantha, her friends and the twins walked outside to the car only for her to realize it was all decorated. she wanted to roll her eyes and complain about how it would be a bitch to take out but her friends and siblings were smiling with so much excitement that she didn't. it was also the fact that Marcus nor Max ever really talked to her friends and now they planned this together, just for her.

the words 'it's my bday bitches' was on the back of her car and the right back window had a huge eighteen whilst the other had 'finally legal'. she thought the second one was funny.

at school she was congratulated by a lot of people, some she wasn't aware they cared enough to take time out of their day just to wish her a happy birthday but regardless she was more than thankful. once lunch rolled around they all left school and went to blue farm. Samantha was sitting in between Nia and Jade whilst the other three were across from her.

someone else who said happy birthday? Georgia Miller.

Vivian Leigh 6:00am

happy birthday legal

it was cute that she remembered and it was even cuter that she had sent it exactly at six in the morning. they had been talking for the past two days and in that time Samantha commented on the fact that she was born at that time and in all honesty, it gave Samantha butterflies that she even remembered let alone took the time to text her at that exact time.

"so i got a keg and tequila cause 'you hate vodka' or whatever" Matthew said holding her hands up in quotations earning an amused eye roll from the girl across from him.

"thanks Matty" she answered now making him roll his eyes with an exasperated groan.

"you're just lucky it's your birthday" he said referring to the nickname she had just called him which he had a distaste for.

"it's every year" she shrugged.

Matthew hummed, "uh huh" he leaned back against his chair with his arms crossed.

"anyway," Jade said glancing between the two with slightly narrowed eyes. "what's the plan though? who's driving?" she asked and everyone immediately perked up at her words.

"yeah, i drove last time and i need to get wasted tonight" Nia said desperately.

Matthew shrugged, "everyone could just spend the night" he offered.

"hell yeah, man" Oliver said patting the boy on his shoulder roughly.

Matthew smirked and turned toward Oliver, "my parents room is off limits" he said with a smile. at that Oliver rolled his eyes and his smile was replaced by a disappointed sigh.

"it's okay, we'll just do it in your room" Natalie smirked making Matthews head snap toward her.

"absolutely not"

"why? it's not like your getting laid. didn't you leave at midnight last time?" she asked referring to the one they attended the week before. Matthew stiffened at her words and he subconsciously glanced at Nia who had a light pink coating her cheeks.

no one seemed to notice that other than Samantha though. did something happen? no, otherwise Nia would have told her.. right? they weren't the type to ever keep secrets from each other and thought of her doing so made her chest tighten.

"anyway," Jade cleared her throat, "is that cool with you?" she asked turning toward Samantha.

"yeah" she answered, she'd rather get wasted and know she could just fall asleep where she was rather than have to worry about someone taking her home and trying her best to hide how wasted she is from her parents. plus, she wouldn't have a curfew which was the best part.

"cool so i'll just pick you two up" Nia said glancing at Samantha and Jade who both nodded in agreement.

"question" Natalie spoke, "what are we all wearing"

"im wearing a tux" Matthew smirked widely.

Samantha snorted, "yeah, no." she shook her head at Matthew who glared back at her. "im wearing a dress. i'm thinking red but i'm not sure yet" she said turning her attention back to Natalie who nodded in return.

"so what do i wear" Matthew said sighing dramatically. Samantha raised an eyebrow at him and stirred her coffee in front of her with a straw.

"i don't know," she shrugged. "a button up? a polo? don't you know how to dress yourself?"

Matthew shrugged as well, "i know how to dress myself when i'm not hosting at my place"

"it's really not that different" Jade commented.

"cool, so a button up it is, i guess" he muttered and Oliver nudged him.

"im wearing a white one, so it's off limits"

"oh yeah, just choose the most common color to exist" Matthew nodded. Oliver simply shrugged and threw an arm around his girlfriends shoulder.

after that the girls began to banter about their outfits and who's place they were gonna get ready in when Matthew said they should all just do it at his place since it would be easier. soon their plan for the day was settled, that is until a very important topic of conversation came up.

"please tell me you didn't invite Marcus or Maxine" Jade said looking at her friend. Samantha was sipping on her coffee, not really listening until she realized everyone's eyes were on her.

"huh?" she said confusedly, she back tracked to try and remember what her friend said until finally she did. she put her coffee on the table and shook her head, "of course not. are you kidding? first of all, Max is grounded for lying and Marcus wouldn't be caught dead at a high school party unless it's all his emo friends" she said with a slight laugh.

"okay thank god. no offense but Maxine can be a little.." Jade trialed off.

"dramatic? loud? a ball of energy?" Samantha offered to which Jade simply nodded. "yeah i know. plus she'd just invite all her little friends and i do not want any sophomores at my party" she shook her head at the thought.

she was once a sophomore and knew what it was like to want to get invited to sophomore parties but she really did not want to deal with her sister. not only did she not like any of her friends but she knew she'd end up getting drunk or high and she'd have to spend the whole time sober and keeping an eye on her. she did not need neither one of those things. her friends murmured in agreement.

the door of the restaurant opened earning Samantha's attention, she glanced in the direction of it before turning back around to her table. one.. two.. three seconds later her head whipped around to the door again where she saw Georgia with her usual smile approaching Joe at the cashier. whatever Matthew and Oliver were talking about wasn't being processed by her as she watched the blonde chat with Joe as if they were friends. she assumed they were by now, Joe wasn't the most talkative but he was a nice guy and Samantha's sure Georgia had seen that by now.

Joe nodded at something Georgia had said - Samantha was too far away from them to hear what they were talking about though. once the bearded man was gone Georgia turned her body and leaned her side on the counter a bit as she looked around the place, of course her eyes landed on the girl who was already looking at her. a flash of a smile passed Georgia before she turned back around but that wasn't enough for Samantha. she had to say something.

"i'll be back" she muttered and stood from her chair, the conversation that was going on at the table stopped immediately after as they all watched their friend walk toward the blonde woman.

"hey," Samantha said once she was near her, Georgia turned to look at Samantha with a smile. she looked beautiful but that didn't surprise the raven haired girl, she always looked flawless even late at night when she would sneak into her balcony to smoke with her.

"hey stranger," Georgia answered enthusiastically, much like she always did. "happy birthday" she smiled and Samantha wasn't sure if she was imagining it but the smile seemed so sincere it gave her a wave of butterflies.

"thanks," Samantha said with a matching smile.

"i would give you your present but i don't want you to be disappointed every time you get one after" she said with a fake frown.

Samantha rolled her eyes at her, "is it that good?"

"of course"

"so then you'll have to take it to me tonight" she confirmed taking a step closer the the blonde. it wasn't enough to draw any attention to them but enough for her to smell the perfume she loved so much. it was intoxicating but she craved that feeling, every day. "at Matthews place, by the way"

Georgia raised a perfectly plucked brow, "i thought boomers weren't invited?"

"you're a millennial remember?" Samantha asked ranting a chuckle from the blonde.

"right" she nodded.

the raven haired girl sent her a sly wink and began to walk backwards, "you're not getting out of this"

Georgia laughed, "we'll see about that"

with one last look at the blonde Samantha went back to her friends table and sat down. she tried her best to hide the huge grin but it was almost impossible. she was too busy recollecting her thoughts to even realize that all of her friends were looking at her with confused looks.

it wasn't until Matthew spoke that she snapped out of it, "what the absolute hell was that?" he asked loudly making everyone at the table shush him as questions looks were being thrown their way.

"what?" Samantha asked calmly, "i just went over to say hi" she shrugged as if it weren't a big deal. in truth it wasn't, or she didn't think it was. it's not like she and Georgia were doing anything wrong.

"yeah, sure" Matthew nodded with narrowed eyes, Samantha decided to ignore him and began to talk about what they would be drinking later that night.

loud music echoed throughout the whole house and it was a miracle none of the neighbors had called the cops. it was past midnight - or at least that's what Samantha thinks. she isn't entirely sure. she was way past her limit and she needed to lean on something to even be able to stand.

after blue farm they all went home to get their things ready for the party. Samantha spent half an hour packing her stuff and then she and her family went to dinner to celebrate. it was nice, Marcus and Maxine were on their best behavior and it was actually enjoyable without them bickering and arguing back and forth. after dinner they went home to cut the cake and open presents. Marcus gifted his sister a small stuffed ghost face - she was obsessed with the movies and anyone who really knew her knew that. Maxine had gotten her flowers which she thought was cute. Ellen and Clint bad gifted their daughter a 'Coach' bag that she almost cried when she saw.

later Nia had picked her up and they went straight to Matthews house. they all got ready there which also meant they started drinking as soon as they got there and now after five hours they were all pretty drunk. they all decided to overdress for the occasion, all of the girls in dresses and heels or skirts at the least whilst Matthew and Oliver both had button ups and dress pants. it was Samanthas birthday and she had put that down as a ground rule and who were they to defy her on her birthday.

Samantha wore a red dress that fit her body tightly, it went down to a fourth of her thigh and her black heels made her about two inches taller. she curled her hair and had on red lipstick to match her dress.

most people started arriving at around ten and by midnight it was at full swing. most were in Matthews basement, the lights were off and the speakers were blasting a song that Samantha didn't know the name of. she was sitting on Matthews couch with him, Jade and Nia sitting around her. Matthew was on the ground whilst Jade was beside Samantha and Nia was laying down. by now most of the guests had left, only a handful of them still around but it was mostly just people that were really close to the group. Matthew had a bong in hand and a lighter in the other as he smoked. everyone was wasted so the only two who were also smoking were him and Nia. Jade and Samantha were far too out of it and that combined with weed would just fuck them up even more.

"i really hope Oliver and Natalie arent fucking on my bed" Matthew said with a slight laugh. Nia laughed along with him, she sounded out of breath and she laid her head on Samantha's shoulder.

Samantha grimaced at the thought, "that's disgusting" she shook her head. Matthew and Nia continued to laugh breathily, both completely out of it at this point whilst Jade sang along to the song playing. she had her vape in one hand and every once in a while and cloud of smoke would escape her lips.

Samantha had planned on hooking up with someone, a stranger, preferably but she didn't bring herself to do so. she spent most of her time with the teens around her throughout the whole night and the one time a pretty brunette approached her, she thanked her for complimenting her and said she needed some air. she wasn't sure what was wrong, any other time she would've flirted back and by now would've been hooking up in a bathroom or in one of the many spare bedrooms in the house.

instead she was watching Nia and Matthew try to ghost and fail miserably at it. she wasn't all that sure how they were even still awake by how high they were. Jade laughed at them, her back shaking in the process and her head fell back against the couch.

but she did know why she didn't want to hook up with any of the girls she had seen tonight. it had to do with it a pretty blonde that had been consuming her thoughts ever since she saw her at blue farm. every time she thought about kissing someone else she'd feel a sense of dread in the depths of her stomach and she hated it. how could someone fuck her up this badly when all they've ever done is talk? it was annoying and all she wanted to do was rip her name out of her brain and never have to think about her again.

that was a lie.

of course it was a lie because Georgia was forbidden, every sense and it only made Samantha want her even more. so she did the only thing her drunken mind could think of, even if she might regret it in the morning or even if she wouldn't get a response. the raven haired girl grabbed her phone that was on her lap and turned it on, the time read 3:23am her lock screen staring back at her. it was of her and her friends when they had all gone down to florida last spring break, each of them were all dressed up, makeup and dresses with button ups on the boys. there were all at a fancy restaurant, the girls sitting down with the boys standing behind them, each with huge grins.

she swiped up and went straight to her instagram, she double checked to make sure she was on her private account and went to her dms where she found the one person she wanted by her side.

Sams life

hi

the light shining back at her was bright and it made her squint even after her eyes had adjusted to the bright light. her mind was fuzzy and her thumbs felt heavy but that didn't stop her from waiting for the blonde woman to respond. she stared at her screen for the next five minutes, her eyes occasionally glancing at the time to see how much time had passed and she even went back a couple of messages after a minute or so to distract herself.

finally after those five minutes she saw her message had been read and a second later the word typing.. was displayed on the chat. she pulled her head from one side to another as she waited for a response. finally she got one.

Vivian Leigh

hey

the girl bit her lip as she thought about what to say. she didn't think this far into it, she only wanted a response from the blonde but now that she got one she had no idea what she could even say. the only thing her drunken mind could really think of was how much she wanted Georgia by her side, how much she missed having her close, missed those meaningless conversations that meant the most to her. her thumbs aggressively typed on her phone, a response that could be like a bomb and blow up their whole relationship.

Sams life

i miss you

a second of hesitation.

Vivian Leigh

are you drunk?

Sams life

what if i am?

Vivian Leigh

you should probably be asleep right now.

Sams life

not tired

Vivian Leigh

it's three am.

Sams life

ur point?

Vivian Leigh

seriously, go to sleep. your gonna be

hungover tomorrow

Sams life

sounds like tm Sams problem

Vivian Leigh

Samantha

the raven haired girl chuckled drunkenly.

Sams life

Georgia

Vivian Leigh

are you at least safe? do you need a ride home?

a fuzzy feeling formed in the girls stomach at her words. she cared. she had to care otherwise she wouldn't have responded let alone worried for her safety.

Sams life

you worried about me, Miller?

Vivian Leigh

i'm serious, Samantha.

Sams life

yeah, i'm staying at Mattys place.

Vivian Leigh

okay good. make sure to drink water before

you go to sleep

Sams life

so when do i get my present?

Vivian Leigh

what present?

Sams life

the one i was promised at blue farm.

Vivian Leigh

haha i thought we were mutually aware that

i was joking

Samantha's lips tugged into a frown at her words. she didn't care about the present part, she just wanted to see her. if she wasn't this drunk she would've drove over to her house simply just to see her face but she could barely stand let alone drive without killing herself or someone else in the process.

Sams life

pls come over

Vivian Leigh

Samantha. your drunk.

Sams life

pls pls pls

Sams life

i really want to see you

Sams life

it can count at my bday present

Vivian Leigh

it's not your birthday anymore.

Sams life

please

she felt an overwhelming sensation form in her chest and she wasn't sure why it was happening. she'd never felt this way, not even for her ex and yet here she was, wanting to cry because the woman she had a stupid crush on wouldn't drive to where she was. she felt like crying which at this point she was sure it had to do with the alcohol in her body. regardless her breathing began to grow heavier as she waited for a response, her message had been seen but she wasn't getting a response. she was about to give up and just turn her phone off when finally a message came though.

Vivian Leigh

okay

her eyes widened at the message and for a second she thought it was all in her imagination. she had exited out of the app and went back in just to make sure it was real. it was. she bit her lip to hide back a smile, not wanting her friends to ask why she looked so happy as she typed up a response. she wanted to ask if she was serious but she also didn't want to annoy Georgia to the point in which she changed her mind so she quickly texted back.

Sams life

📍Samanthas location

her message was left on read and the green dot signaling she was online had disappeared. with that Samantha abruptly jumped up from the couch making Nia whine as her she held her cheek where she had just been hit.

"what the hell" she groaned and both Matthew and Jade looked at Samantha confused.

"gotta go to the bathroom" she said and grabbed her vape from Jade who pouted.

"awe," she said but Samantha ignored her.

"gonna go to the bathroom" she repeated drunkenly and stepped over Matthew who simply stared at her. she didn't get a response from any of them but she didn't wait for one either as she rushed up the stairs. the main floor was pretty much empty except for three teenagers who were in the kitchen who looked like they were about to leave. she ignored them and went outside which was empty. there were five cars still parked outside but two of them belonged to Nia and Oliver and she was sure the other three belonged to to at least one of the three friends downstairs - not including Nia Matthew or Jade and the teens in the kitchen.

the raven haired girl stood walked to Nia car and leaned against it as she brought the electronic cigarette up to her lips and inhaled deeply. there was a light breeze and it made her legs cold but she fought against it as she looked back and forth waiting for the bmw to pull into the neighborhood. she wasn't feeling as nervous as sober her would be and the nicotine was helping with her not freaking out as well. her hands were sweating a little and every once in a while she'd run a hand through her hair lazily. her stomach was filled with anticipation, the kind of feeling she'd get when she was waiting in line for a scary rollercoaster or the feeling she got before her first day of middle school.

in the next ten minutes the teens that were once in the kitchen had left, waving goodbye to the teen and wishing her one last happy birthday. until finally the familiar blue car pulled up next to the girl, a smile tugging at her lips as the window rolled down.

"get in" the blonde said simply and the raven haired girl didn't need to be told twice. she opened the car door and got inside in a hurry, she was aware of how no one else could see them together even through her drunken daze so before getting in she looked around her to make sure that no one was witnessing what was going on.

as soon as the door closed behind her Georgia put the car in drive and began to press on the gas. Samantha didn't question where they were going, only leaned her head back against the seat and looked at the road in front of her. they drove for five minutes until they pulled into a parking lot that belonged to the neighborhood park.

once Georgia had put the car in park she turned toward the younger girl with a raised brow. Samantha smiled lazily at her, she had her head turned and her cheek pressed against the leather seat. "i like your car" she said running her hand over the smooth interior.

Georgia let out a sigh, "why am i here Samantha" she said grabbing the younger girls attention. her movements came to a stop and she looked back at the blonde with a slight frown.

"i wanted to see you"

Georgia shook her head, "you're drunk"

her words went completely over the girls head as she took in the woman in front of her for the first time. the blondes hair was slightly wavy like always, she was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. it looked like she had thrown the clothes on last minute.

"im not drunk" Samantha finally denied with a shake of her head.

"no?" Georgia raised an eyebrow "then why does my car now reek like tequila" she shot back making the raven haired girl giggle softly.

"you're no fun" she said with a fake frown and the action earned an eye roll from the blonde. Samantha rested her hands on her thighs, her dress had hiked up a bit causing her to pull it down which made her realize she had the nicotine stick in her lap so she brought it up to her lips and inhaled deeply.

Georgia sighed and watched as the smoke blew out of the girls nose and mouth filling the car with the smell of watermelon.

"you shouldn't do that" she said.

"do what?" Samantha questioned confused.

"smoke"

"why not? it helps me relax" she said and took another puff out of it. Georgia sighed heavily.

"your eighteen, Samantha. you shouldn't be smoking this young"

Samantha waved her off lazily, "it's okay. the worlds ending anyway" she shrugged as if it weren't a big deal. Georgia hated how a smile tugged at her lips. she'd seen the girl high before but that was nothing like drunk Samantha. when she was high she was calm and collected but drunk her seemed to be clingy, talkative as well but also extremely stubborn. she hated the fact that she found it amusing.

the blonde had her hands resting in her lap and her body was slightly turned to face the raven haired girl. "do you want me to take you home?" she asked.

Samantha shook her head, "nope"

"then why am i here?"

"because i missed you" Samantha shrugged simply.

"Samantha" Georgia sighed out, her hand pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"what's wrong?" the younger girl frowned and reached over to grab the blondes hand. Georgia flinched, not expecting to be touched but almost immediately after relaxed.

"i can't just come see you because you miss me. besides, you shouldn't miss me. we both know this is wrong" she said a lot more serious now. Samantha didn't seem to be paying much attention as her eyes were trained on their locked hands.

"we're not doing anything wrong"

Georgias eyes closed and she let out a deep sigh, "that doesn't matter. it would be weird if Ginny and Ellen talked in secret or even smoked weed together, wouldn't it?" she questioned now fully grabbing Samanthas attention.

her eyebrows knit together, "that's different"

"how is that different, Samantha?" she sighed tiredly.

"my mom is like - fifty and Ginny is only fifteen. i'm legal now and your only thirty" she explained stubbornly.

Georgia let out a tired chuckle, "seriously Samantha. "this isn't a j-"

but before she could finish Samantha pulled her hand away from hers and leaned over the console so she's closer to the blonde. there was still a decent amount of space between them but she was closed enough to hear the way Georgia's breath hitched in her throat. "i know what you present to me can be" she whispered lowly. her breath was precious tequila and a slight watermelon smell, both from her vape and the candies she had been snacking on throughout the night.

"what's that?" Georgia whispered her eyes glancing between Samantha's lips and her eyes. the girl inched closer.

the raven haired girls lips were slightly parted and her tongue ran over her bottom lip to try and keep the blondes eyes where they were. her body was started to burn and all she wanted to do was to kiss her. she didn't care about morals or about what everyone would think, she just wanted her. she knew Georgia felt the same way, she had to otherwise she wouldn't have smoked with her, wouldn't have went out of her way to find her instagram and DM her, wouldn't have driven there just because she had said she missed her. wouldn't be letting Samantha invade her personal space the way she was in that moment.

"a kiss" the raven haired girl whispered and pressed her lips against the blondes before Georgia had a chance to react. Samantha cupped the woman's face as she softly pressed their lips together, her bottom lip trapped in between Georgias lips where she froze. she didn't want to move, wanted Georgia to take control of the kiss so she knew she hadn't fucked up by listening to her heart and not the rational side of her.

but that never happened and Samantha felt her heart deflate. she quickly pulled away, a lot sober than she had been just a second ago as she looked at Georgia with regretful eyes. "im so sorry, i shouldn't have done that" she rushed out nervously. her heart was beating so fast and he could hear it pulse in her ears, her breathing was now irregular and she felt as if she was being suffocated in the car.

she expected Georgia to lecture and tell her that what she did was wrong or even just a disappointed head shake like she would get from Ellen when she'd do something wrong - even if it was extremely rare but she got neither. instead she felt a hand grab the back of her head and a pair of soft lips crashing down on her own.

she lot out an inaudible squeak and her eyes widened in complete and utter surprise. was she dreaming? was this really happening? did she pass out on the couch and none of this had eveb happened? her thoughts faded out as she felt Georgia kissing her with a little more force so she'd kiss her back which she did happily.

Georgias right hand was still on the back of the younger girls head whilst the other was resting on the console between them. Samantha blindly grabbed it and placed it on her exposed thigh, her body was abnormally warm and Georgia could feel that heat radiate from Samantha's leg. the raven girl had one hand on the blondes jaw and the other resting on top of Georgias that she had put on her thigh.

the kiss went from slow to needy in a matter of seconds, heavy breathing echoed throughout the car along with the sound of their lips smacking against each other hastily. Samantha whimpered into the blondes mouth and she began to lead her hand further up her thigh but before she could reach her dress Georgia had pulled away completely.

Samantha looked at the blonde with parted and swollen lips, her eyes slightly lidded and her chest heaving up and down. even though the kiss hadn't lasted long, it was filled with so much passion she could barely breathe.

they were so fucked.

[emmamagorobisgirlfriend]

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OMG TYSM FOR SENDING THIS!!!!!! I might go a little out of order hehe

🍬 I think the fan base would be pretty wholesome, or at least I hope it would be! Maybe some people would view Emma and Fumi as "boring" but that's alright!

🍓 Emma bites her nails when she's nervous.

🍦If you know anything about Emma, she LOVES giving physical affection. Whether its cuddles, kisses, or even just hand holding, she enacts it most of the time. It's a good thing those actions make a certain film student melt like butter...hehe~

🍩 I have a coat that looks like Emma's, so sometimes when I wear it I pretend it's her coat!💕

Once again, thank you for the ask!

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BUY ME THE MOON, chapter 5 - wip | 3356 words ╰┈➤ after hours of persuasion, you attend a lavish masquerade ball with Manjiro and the rest of Bonten as your escorts. Kaya sees an opportunity to force your facade to crack.

DID YOU TAKE MY LOVE AWAY FROM ME?, chapter 1 - wip | 2110 words ╰┈➤ with the help of a friend, you trigger the ending of your first-ever relationship and suffer mental consequences and societal backlash after the details are exposed. It’s a good thing Mikey supports all your rights and your wrongs. You would do the same for him but unfortunately, Shinichiro does not agree with either of you.

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i wanna be your girlfriend, (onesided)emma x f!reader, (platonic)mikey x f!reader - wip | 1013 words ╰┈➤ the classic falling in love with your straight best friend trope

[untitled], izana x f!oc - wip ╰┈➤ Izana thinks his pretty girl has been working a little too hard. threatening the professors would no doubt get him in trouble with Shinichiro but maybe he can help take her mind off things...

teen idle, slytherin!mikey x slytherin!reader - wip ╰┈➤ you were perfect, the best girlfriend he can ask for. the only problem was that you were a mudblood.

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Between the serving and Her smile

Chapter 6. The Slytherins

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Oliver Wood x fem!OC, Charlie Weasley x f!OC, <?> Warning: fluff, mutual pining, friends-to-lovers, drama, first love, jealous

Summary: He was the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team, and his quest to win the Quidditch Cup became an obsessive goal. All his thoughts revolved around tactics, training and strategies, but sometimes his own heart reminded him of another, equally important side of life. He believed that love and Quidditch could coexist in his life. He swore to himself that he would do everything possible to preserve these two treasures, even if it required the impossible from him.

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It all started with small annoyances that no one would have paid much attention to—a textbook that mysteriously disappeared from her bag, a trip in the hallway that almost made her fall, or the spiteful whispers behind her back that ceased the moment she turned around.

Margaret's friends noticed how she anxiously checked her belongings but didn’t think much of it, assuming that the twins were behind it or that it was just stress from school.

“It’s probably just a coincidence,” Sophie said as the three of them discussed the missing textbook before class. “Maybe someone took it by mistake, or the twins are up to their old tricks.”

Yes, they used to enjoy hiding things, but they had since moved on to pranks involving levitating objects, and after several months, they’d lost interest in such antics, focusing instead on edible products.

“Or it’s just a bad day,” Emma added, shrugging. “Everyone has those moments when you forget something and then can’t remember if you gave it to someone.”

Margaret tried to ignore it, but the troubles continued to escalate, and it gradually became clear that these weren’t coincidences at all. The Slytherins began to act more openly, and their pranks evolved into full-fledged bullying. It soon became apparent that Margaret had become their target.

It happened repeatedly. Sometimes it was passing, venomous comments as they walked by. Other times, they deliberately bumped into her on the stairs or hid her belongings when she looked away. At first, she couldn’t understand why they hated her so much, but gradually, the words spoken by the Slytherins began to form a clear picture.

“Look who we have here,” a hoarse voice of an older Slytherin student sneered as Margaret once again walked past their group in the corridor. “A half-blood.”

The term was spoken with obvious contempt, as if it were a brand marking her as something lesser and unworthy. Margaret froze the first time she heard it. It didn’t offend her, as it was true—her mother was a witch, her father a Muggle—but hearing it day after day began to feel like a sentence, an attack on her very identity and her right to be there, studying magic. She tried not to show how the label, like a curse, affected her, and she quickened her pace to get away from them, but they wouldn’t stop. They followed her everywhere—in the corridors, in the library, in empty classrooms—continuing their barrage of derogatory comments.

“Do you think you deserve to study here, half-blood?” another Slytherin sneered mockingly.

Over the following weeks, the bullying persisted. It seemed as though their entire world revolved around making her as uncomfortable as possible, becoming a part of her daily routine. Margaret felt her heart tighten with pain and humiliation. She tried to keep her fear hidden and remain calm, knowing they were trying to break her and strip away her confidence, but it was impossible to ignore. Gradually, a small flame began to ignite inside her, growing brighter with each cruel whisper, action, and intention.

When they cornered her in the corridors again and she heard their spiteful comments, something inside her snapped. She slowly turned around, mustering all her strength, and said to them:

“Enough. I’m not going to silently endure your attacks anymore. What’s wrong with you? Don’t you have anything better to do than to harass me?!”

The group paused momentarily, surprised by this turn of events. The quiet girl who had always run away from them finally spoke up. One of them smirked, breaking the brief silence.

“Ha! Look at her, thinking she can threaten us,” the voice dripped with contempt, and the whole group burst into laughter. Their laughter was loud and humiliating, as if they couldn’t even take her words seriously.

“Watch your mouth, little girl,” another voice came from beside her as they surrounded her like a pack of predators. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“I don’t care about you or your family. You’re the one who started attacking me,” she replied, holding her head high, though her voice still trembled.

Her words only fueled the fire, and the boys wasted no time. They roughly shoved her against the wall, pinning her so tightly that it took her breath away. Margaret felt her wrist being painfully squeezed, and she knew there would be bruises, but that wasn’t her immediate concern. The group stared at her with smug expressions, and each of her weak attempts to break free was met with waves of laughter. She felt utterly powerless, unable to stand up to boys who were older and stronger.

“Let go! You’re hurting me,” she whispered in a low but threatening voice, trying to wriggle free, but their grip only tightened.

In desperation, she looked around, hoping to see someone who could help, but the corridor was empty—no teachers, no students. She was alone against them, and the feeling of terror seemed to consume her entirely.

“Not so brave now, are you?” one of them hissed in her face, like a snake. He leaned in so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face. “You’re nothing, half-blood. Do you think you can just talk to us like that? Your blood is filthy, just like you.”

The words cut like a knife, and her breathing became erratic as she fought not only the physical pain but also the urge to cry, not wanting to give them even more reason to mock her. But her spirit was broken; it was evident in every part of her body. She regretted speaking up a hundred times over, wishing she had just run away like before, but what was done was done.

“Please, stop,” she whispered, barely audible, but the boys were close enough to hear her.

“Oh, so now you’re begging us? Maybe if you behave, we’ll think about it,” they said as they finally let her go. Margaret nearly collapsed to the floor, barely managing to stay on her feet. Her hands trembled as she stood there, leaning against the wall. The Slytherins turned and left, their laughter echoing off the walls of the empty corridor. Now they knew they could do anything to her, and no one would stop them.

As she slowly slid down the wall, wrapping her arms around her knees, the world around her began to crumble. What had once been a magical fairy tale was turning into a prison.

Trying to hide her distress from her friends, not wanting to worry them, she withdrew further into herself. But Emma and Sophie started noticing that something was wrong with her, though they didn’t get a chance to talk to her before the Christmas holidays began, and Margaret escaped. She knew she could trust them, but she didn’t want to tell them what had happened. Away from Hogwarts, away from those cruel stares and insults, she found temporary peace at home. But the shadow of the humiliation she had endured wouldn’t leave her, replaying in her mind over and over, dragging her into self-loathing. The thoughts burned inside her like cold fire. While trying to hide her emotions, she smiled at the dinner table and participated in conversations, but in the quiet of her room, when no one was around, she let herself release her pent-up emotions, the tears she had held back for months flowing freely, washing away the accumulated hurt and pain. However, this brief respite was only the calm before the storm. Upon returning, the attacks only intensified, as if fueled by new energy. Their cruelty now went beyond mere pranks, becoming more calculated, targeted, and destructive.

To minimize her presence, she smiled less, often staring into the void, spoke little, and tried to stay in the shadows. This became her new strategy—to avoid attention, to become a ghost of her former self, to be unnoticed. If others didn’t notice anything, her friends were certainly alarmed, and no matter how they tried to get her to talk, it was all in vain; she would only remain silent or say that everything was fine.

“Margaret, what’s going on?” Emma asked one day when they were in the library. She leaned in closer to her friend, trying to catch her eye. “You’ve been so quiet and distant lately. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, you seem to be on edge all the time,” Sophie added, her voice full of concern. “You can tell us what’s bothering you.”

But how could she tell them? They knew her only as a positive, cheerful person. What would they think of her afterward—that she was weak and being bullied, that she couldn’t stand up for herself because she was afraid of them? How she had memorized their routes and avoided places where they might see her. No. Her fear and insecurity kept her from saying anything. She feared that if she opened her mouth, even more problems would rain down on her.

“I’m fine, really,” Margaret finally said quietly, trying to smile, but the smile came out forced and unnatural.

Emma and Sophie exchanged worried looks but didn’t press any further. Deep down, they knew something was wrong, but they didn’t know how to break through the wall Margaret had built around herself.

She avoided everyone and everything, trying not to be seen by either her tormentors or those who wanted to help. She left early and returned late, sat apart in classes, and quickly disappeared. And in the silence that surrounded her, in the constant tension, she was losing herself—the light that once brightened her world was fading day by day, and magic felt foreign and distant.

But at some point, she realized that she wasn’t alone in her suffering, and the situation began to change. The boys who had once tormented her were now finding themselves in the spotlight—but not the kind they had sought.

Those who had recently plotted against her were now becoming targets of pranks that seemed random yet were so precise that they seemed specifically aimed at them. Seeing the arrogant Slytherins suddenly covered in bright colors when their clothes magically transformed into something ridiculous and laughable, or when sweets spilled out of their pockets, or their bags became impossibly heavy or completely empty, was surreal. It was like an illusion to see the once-confident boys become the victims of the Weasley twins’ tricks.

Fred and George Weasley, as always, were in top form, directing their pranks at the Slytherin students they despised, and the results were immediate. The Slytherins didn’t seem to know how to handle these unexpected attacks. They spent less time bullying Margaret and the others, focusing instead on protecting themselves from the surprises waiting for them at every turn.

For the first time in a long while, Margaret felt she could breathe freely without constantly looking over her shoulder. She was finally able to relax a bit and take a break from the constant pressure. She even began to feel grateful to those two mischievous pranksters whose antics had become her salvation. But it was so strange to realize that Fred and George, without even knowing it, had become her protectors. Every time she saw the pompous Slytherins fall victim to the twins’ pranks, it made her feel a little lighter.

But no one knew the truth. No one knew that one day, after another round of punishment, Fred and George had accidentally stumbled upon the Marauder’s Map in Filch’s office—a magical artifact that showed everything happening in Hogwarts and the location of every person in the castle. With it, they never got caught, and Filch could only grumble, knowing that the Weasleys were always to blame for the chaos. One day, while casually browsing the map and discussing who to prank next, they noticed that their good friend Margaret was constantly surrounded by Slytherins. It might have gone unnoticed a few times, but over a prolonged period, it seemed strange. Were they up to something suspicious? Following her on the map, they witnessed how the Slytherins bullied her in the corridors, taunted her, and humiliated her. Hiding behind a wall, both were in shock.

“We can’t just leave this alone,” George said, his usually cheerful voice turning serious.

“Of course not,” Fred nodded, already mentally devising a plan for revenge. “We’ll make their lives a living hell.”

Since then, the twins began their discreet campaign against the Slytherins, turning their lives into a series of chaotic mishaps. They used everything at their disposal—magical pranks, traps, and even their own inventions. And although they never spoke about it, they took the mission seriously.

The twins continued to play their roles as jokers and pranksters, and no one could suspect that such a serious reason was behind their antics. They still pretended that their pranks were just a way to entertain themselves and others, but in reality, they kept their true mission a secret.

One evening, as Margaret happened to pass by an empty classroom, she overheard familiar voices. She was about to leave so as not to intrude, but the conversation she overheard made her freeze in place.

“No one should know about this,” George said as they discussed their latest pranks that evening. “It’s our little secret.”

“Of course,” Fred agreed, winking at his brother. “We can’t let anyone think we have a heart.”

“We’ll definitely get expelled if they find out we’ve been using the Marauder’s Map to spy on everyone,” George whispered, his voice full of determination.

“No one will find out,” Fred reassured him.

Margaret quietly backed away so the twins wouldn’t notice her presence. She had felt that someone was on her side, but she never thought it could be them. Discovering what was happening, the twins had decided to act on their own, turning a difficult situation into a joke, thereby protecting her.

The answer to how they knew about it came as unexpectedly as the realization itself, and it remained in her thoughts as a small but important secret she decided not to reveal to anyone. The warmth of gratitude toward the twins grew with each new realization, but this little secret of theirs had to remain a secret. No one should know how they found out, what they decided to do, and even though their actions were motivated by good intentions, it was better to keep it under wraps.

Their plan worked. Margaret gradually found peace, and although she hadn’t fully recovered from the trials she had faced, she knew she had friends she could rely on, who would be on her side, even if they didn’t talk about it openly.

She realized that distancing herself from her friends had been a foolish move. She was a Gryffindor, after all, and that meant she had to stay brave, no matter what her friends might think of her afterward. She needed to tell them so they wouldn’t worry so much. Setting off to find Sophie and Emma, she had no trouble locating them in the common room, where they spent their evenings. When they saw her, they noticed the resolve in her eyes, though her face still showed signs of worry.

“Is everything okay?” Sophie was the first to ask, putting aside her book and looking intently at her friend. Emma sat up on the bed, watching her closely.

“It’s about the Slytherins,” Margaret quietly admitted, lowering her gaze. She finally said it out loud. “They found out I’m a half-blood, and since then, they haven’t left me alone, calling me ‘half-blood’ and constantly coming up with nasty tricks. It started after that conversation about Muggle Studies…”

Emma and Sophie exchanged quick glances, their faces hardening, and a fire of righteous indignation burning in their eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Emma asked, her voice trembling with anger.

“You should have told us—we’re your friends. We could have helped and supported you.”

Margaret felt a wave of relief as she shared her long-held worries with her friends.

“I know, but I didn’t want to involve you, make you worry… or think I’m weak,” she said, still avoiding their eyes.

“Weak? What nonsense! Margaret, weakness is hiding and staying silent,” Sophie shook her head. “Gathering the courage to share with us and tell the truth—that’s real strength.”

“And besides, we’re Gryffindors, not Slytherins,” Emma added. “We stand up for our own.”

“Thank you,” Margaret whispered, not knowing what else to say.

“Now we need to decide what to do next,” Sophie’s voice was serious. She had never imagined that the reason for Margaret’s behavior was bullying. “This can’t go unpunished.”

Margaret nodded. They spent a long time discussing the best course of action, and although they didn’t come up with a concrete plan, she now knew that her friends would be by her side, and no one would think less of her for it.

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CFWC F/AtoW: Dec 29, 2024 - Jan 4, 2025

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

ALPHA

Evelyn x Channing Lowe 🎨 | Channing Lowe x F!MC - @bri1234

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Friendship 🎨 | M!Elf!MC & F!Human!MC - @weetlebeetle C: @storyofmychoices @lilyoffandoms

Happy New Year 🎨 | Tyril Starfury x F!Human!MC - @rjschoicesstuff C: @loreofyore

Tethered ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Valax x F!Elf!MC - @nifaraswife

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crime Noir 🎨 | M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @loreofyore

Sebastyan & Emma 🎨 | Sebastyan Thorne x F!MC - @rjschoicesstuff C: @loreofyore

THE CURSED HEART

We were lost until we found each other 🎨 | M!Kieran x F!MC - @weetlebeetle C: @bri1234

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

Mikaylyn Plushie Doll 🎨 | F!MC - @cadybear420 C: @mikayortegaedits

New Year Toast 🎨 | F!MC - @mikayortegaedits

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Changes ✒️ | M!Cas Harlow x F!MC x M!Gabe Adalhard - @mercedesdecorazon

Musical chairs game 🎨 | M!Cas Harlow x F!MC - @cadybear420 C: @rjschoicesstuff

Rippy Plushie Doll 🎨 | F!MC - @cadybear420 C: @rjschoicesstuff

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AtoW List: Dec 29, 2024 - Jan 4, 2025

CROSSOVERS

High School Story / The Princess Swap

The Prince Swap (Series) ✒️ | M!OC & M!OC - @lover-also-fighter-also @cadybear420 Chapter 2 Part 3: The Student Body President