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still-a-morosexual-help · 4 months

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(Gonna use Queen B MC's default name because fucking Bea is a perfect name for her)

I have so much to get off my chest about this rn -> i'm chewing through my bars

!!! So the thing about Queen B is that there's only two LIs right? But Bea gets the option to flirt with and sleep with a whole bunch of other people. And the difference between these two sets of choices are shown by the icon that appears when you have a romantic moment with them.

So for the two LIs any romantic/sexual moment is followed by a -> ❤️

And for casual flirting/hookups it's followed by a -> 👄

And in Book 1, you get multiple opportunities to romance the two LIs but only about a couple opportunities per character to flirt with the other characters

And then, in Book 2, suddenly, this changes! Suddenly, you're getting almost as many chances to flirt with/sleep with Poppy (Bea's arch fucking enemy) as you are to romance the two LIs. But still her icon firmly remains as 👄.

Because she's not a Love Interest. Bea and Poppy hate each other. They're constantly trying to ruin each other's lives in the most Evil ways possible. At most they're enemies-with-benefits having a hatefuck to work out the tension. Bea straight up just Evil Laughs while thinking about killing Poppy using her bare hands on a regular basis

But then,

But Then, it starts becoming obvious that they're having fun together. Whether they're plotting the other's ultimate downfall or just sniping at each other this is fun for them. Bea accuses Poppy of never having met anyone more interesting & fun than her, and Poppy accuses Bea of being obsessed with her. And they're both right.

And then Bea starts joking about Poppy being in love with her, which Poppy never outright denies

And then Poppy compares Bea to a dog follwing her around, and Bea cheerfully reminds Poppy that she likes dogs, and not only does Poppy not deny it, she agrees by saying she's always had a thing for strays

And then Poppy starts saying insanely romantic things while they dance together, like how Bea makes her more herself/ths best version of herself (more cunning, manipulative and straight up evil of course)

And then Bea starts calling Poppy adorably cute nicknames like "Pop" and "Poptart" (while obviously ruining her life of course)

And then at one point when Bea teases Poppy about liking her and gets a scoff in return the achievement that pops up is "De-nial isn't only a river"

But through this all, it's still 👄. Because it's not Romance. They're still gleefully trying to tear each other down to use the other as a stepping stool to their own success. There's no actual Romantic feelings here, right? They're just flirting with their enemy as one more thing they can hold over the other. They're just flying a little too close to the sun.

And then at the end of Book 2 if you choose Bea's final moments after the gala to be spent with Poppy, you skip ahead to the graduation;

Rightfully, this should be It for Poppy & Bea. The last day they see each other. They don't ever have to meet again. Not after all the horrible things they've done to each other. Nothing binds them.

There are reasons why Bea will still be involved with the two Actual LIs because Zoey is her best friend & partner in crime, and Ina/Ian has instant sexual chemisty with her and is fully in love with Bea whether or not you choose any romantic options for them. There's nothing like that binding Poppy to Bea. Because even if they do have fun together they also spend an awful lot of time wishing to never see the other again - and now there's no more excuse left for them.

There's a difference between ❤️ & 👄 characters, and it's made obvious from the beginning that there's nothing more to 👄 options, there no strings attached at all. So that's the end.

Unless, Bea spends her last moments of the gala with Poppy.

Because then, during her graduation speech she starts talking about the most important person to her in Uni, the one who made the biggest impact in her life, the one she can't let go of, and it's Poppy. And it's all said with a sincere yet mocking edge to it, because that's what they's like. And Poppy is fucking furious. And where Bea & the LIs would have exchanged "I love you"s here, Bea & Poppy exhange a "I loathe you"

And then you know what happens, you know what fucking happens!!???

A Fucking ❤️ pops up and the entire series just ends.

Do you see why I'm tearing my hair out!???? The end of the fucking Queen B series is the start of Bea x Poppy's actual romance. It's an open ending for them and the only thing you can do is imagine where they go from here and it's beautiful. They're always gonna be plotting to destroy the other and they're always gonna daydream about the other's death by their hand but now they're going to do it while falling in love.

#THROWING up #every once in a while choices gives a MC the MOST INSANE relationship with someone who isn't actually a LI & expect us to be normal about it #choices queen b #queen b 2 #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #poppy x bea

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 9 months

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[CN] Victor’s solo event PV + cards

“At the moment, I’m not yet qualified to dwell in the pleasure of victory or defeat.”

“When it comes to what I like, regardless of however long may pass, my preference will remain unchanged.”

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#HHHH when you know that the reason he’s smiling so brightly is b/c he’d instinctively think about MC whenever he played soccer and #how he “needed” to grow up fast so that he could find her soon—#HE IS JUST IMPOSSIBLE AJDJDKHBKHDGH BABY BOOOIIII YOU REALLY ARE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE 😭😭😭#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #李泽言 #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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thelonewolfstar · 11 months

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What if Poppy has a CG?

#choices stories you play #choices #playchoices #poppy min sinclair #mc x poppy #poppy x mc #queen b choices #queen b 2 #fanmade

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sneakybananabox · 8 months

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Well in that case, i have new request for u and thank u for writing previous. Poppy and mc are in a relationship and its poppy's birthday, so mc surprises her by taking her to spend time with her dad Art like in story poppy memtioned in letters that how much she wanted to meet him but cant bcz of piers. Please keep twin out of it like there are no twins. Thanks in advance. You are great.

I had this started but never finished. I had to practically dust off my idea journal to jog my memory. (I am being a little dramatic) I tried to do a quick edit so sorry for any mistakes cuties. Sorry for being awol again.

Happy Birthday

Poppy could feel the migraine beating against her head. Each surge of pain, only made her angrier. All the Zetas in the meeting felt like they were playing catch with a bomb, one wrong move, and everyone was dead.

“For bid day on Friday, we thought the theme could be Wizard of Oz because there is no place like Zeta.” Ohio clicked to her next slide with a picture of the Zeta house with a yellow brick road leading up to the front steps. Listening to all the girls get giddy about the theme only made her migraine worse.

“Everyone, could you shut up! I don’t want to sit through any more presentations so Ohio you are in luck. You, Chloe, Hayley, and Taylor will work on bid day. If you all fuck this up you can pack your bags.” Poppy hit the gavel against the table and got up to go to her room. “Meeting adjourned.”

She pulled out her phone to text Bea to see if she wanted to hang out. Her migraines made her feel clingy. All she wanted was to be cuddled in bed with her girlfriend. Since dating Bea some say she had softened and lost her touch. It wasn’t that she lost her touch, she just wasn’t as angry anymore. Poppy no longer had to hide a huge part of herself anymore. She could finally be free to be herself. Her parents weren’t always on the same page, but it was time to live for herself not them. Even though they weren’t excited about her newfound partner, Bea Hughes, as long as she stayed number one her parents were satisfied. She needed to keep her position as head bitch in charge, no one would dare to take it from her either.

Hughes

Want to come over and keep me company?

I have a headache and need attention.

Sorry BB I have to help Zoey with her

setlist for Lil Nos F. After though I will

swing and give you some world famous

Bea Hughes cuddles.

She threw her phone onto her bed. Her migraine needed to be gone and fast. It seemed like the perfect time to hit up her favorite tea place to help with her migraine. She changed into some more casual clothes and pulled out her jewelry box. She grabbed her favorite necklace Bea got her around the time they started dating. She admired the pink poppy in the middle with the black center. She looked at the bottom of the jewelry box and contemplated for a moment. After putting on the necklace she went over to her door to make sure it was locked and sat on her bed. She pulled up the false bottom of the box. Pulling out a stack of letters she went through the letters she never sent to Art Nakamara.

It had only been four months since she found out the truth about her family. She was home for the weekend for some business event she didn’t care about.

Piers was trying to impress a mogul from another company and he needed his token family to parade around to make himself seem perfect. Poppy had on one of her favorite pink dresses that was customized just for her. She was forced to talk to the mogul’s son Harrison.

“We were out on the lake for like a month. It was a great time, it would have been better if you were there in a bikini.” Harrison moved closer to Poppy to put his arm around her. He smelled like strong leather and tobacco.

“I’m allergic to water, sorry.” Poppy got from under his arm, eyes stinging from the cologne. She practically sprinted to the bar, she needed a shot of anything right away. “Hit me with a shot of anything.” The bartender slid her a glass with clear liquid and before he had time to turn Poppy downed it. It was smooth, but burned like hell going down, just what she needed. She turned and was met with her mother.

“Poppy, what are you doing at the bar alone? Where is Harrison? He seems like such a nice single boy. Cute too.”

“He had to go to the restroom. I am sure he has women practically lining up to date him mother. I am however off market. I told him I would meet him at the bar” Poppy wasn’t sure if her mom believed her lie, but she couldn’t really care. Her parents were acting strange, which says a lot because her parents weren’t exactly like most. They haven’t been in contact as often. Weekly phone calls have turned monthly. They haven’t had the easiest time accepting Bea, but she couldn’t continue to live for them she needed to live for herself. Poppy was going to need six more shots to just get through the night.

“Just make sure you are a good hostess to him. We need to make sure the Vanderwald’s leave happy.”

“Yes mother I know. I will make sure he leaves…. Content of course.” Her mother must be out of her mind if she thought she would spend anymore time with that boring ass boy.

The miscellaneous shots she took were finally kicking in. She pulled out her phone and looked through Instagram. She saw a picture of Bea back at Belvoire. It looked like her and Zoey were in their dorm. Poppy couldn't help but admire her girlfriend. She hated that she had to miss their night to schmooze these boring people. The alcohol she drank gave her a great idea though. She sent a text to Bea and hoped her plan would work.

About an hour later Poppy met Bea and Zoey at the door relieved she had back up now.

“What took you so long?” Poppy was running out of excuses to dodge Harrison all night. Bea enveloped Poppy into a hug.

“We had to get ready. If I am going to be around the Min-Sinclairs I need to look my best.”

“She changed her outfit like four times while freaking out.” Zoey was tired of watching Bea change her outfits back at the door.

Bea playfully pushed Zoey, “She is lying. It was traffic too.”

“I am just glad you are here to save me from the annoying Harrison Vanderwald.”

“Oh Yea, the guy that got kicked out of Belvoire for trying to bribe his professors.” Bea had a class with him and remembers him being such a dick.

The night went on with less bumps than the beginning. Harrison found someone else to leech off of in the night. People were finally leaving from the Min-Sinclairs and Poppy could finally take a breath.

“Thanks for the invite Pops.” Bea enveloped Poppy in her arms.

“Alright you two I will be waiting out in the car. Thanks Min-Sinclair. Bea don’t take forever or I am leaving you.”

“Yea Yea Zoey. I will be out in a second.” Bea goofily grinned, holding Poppy,excited to be alone with Poppy for the first time tonight.

“I missed you Popcorn.” Bea kissed her girlfriend.

“It’s definitely the alcohol making me soft but I missed you too.” They just held each other for a moment until they heard the sound of a stomach grumble. “Hughes have you eaten anything all day?”

“Well we were going to go to get pizza, but I got excited by your message.”

“Bea Hughes choosing me over pizza. You really do care about me.”

“I absolutely do Pops.” Bea places a soft kiss on Poppy’s forehead. Her stomach grumbles even louder this time.

“Alright let’s get you a snack”

Poppy pulled out one of Bea’s favorite snacks. She had secretly been requesting this snack because eating it always reminds her of Bea. She would rather shave herself bald then tell Bea this.

“Ooh my favorite thanks Poppy.” Bea kissed Poppy’s forehead before indulging in her snack. Poppy’s heart explodes everytime her girlfriend lightens up.

After an angry text from Zoey wondering what was taking so long, Poppy and Bea started walking to the closest exit. They heard a whispered argument taking place.

“Ana if this gets out I will be a laughing stock. How could you be so fucking careless. The stock would plumet and then what of the fancy life I have given you.”

“I know, I am sorry. No one knows of this. Not even Poppy. As far as she knows you are her father.”

“Yea no one except me, you and any decent private investigator. I will take care of this like always.”

Poppy and Bea ran to the walk in pantry to avoid Piers from catching them on their accidental eavesdrop. Poppy felt like the air was sucked out of her lungs. She collapsed into Bea’s arm and quietly sobbed. Piers was not her father and her mother kept her from her bio father.

Poppy was lucky to find one private investigator not under Piers thumb. She was given Arts name and found out all she could about him. He was a well loved preschool teacher. He would supportive of his students and even as adults they would come visit him to catch up. Everyone saw his like another parent in their life. She felt robbed for missing our of know her real dad and stuck with Piers. Piers was controlling and not at all affectionate which as a kid made her question her self worth. Bea slowly helped her through her feelings and downfalls. She wishes her girlfriend wasn’t so busy because she could really use her cuddles right about now.

Bea felt bad about lying to her girlfriend but she was trying to desperately figure out what to give someone who has everything for their birthday. She has gone through a thousand ideas all of which she felt were not good/expensive enough for the girl who swiftly stole her heart. She barged into Zoey’s room and threw herself onto her bed.

“Bea what if I were naked. Knock at least next time!” Zoey lectured without even looking up from her laptop.

“I would have closed my eyes. I need some help from that beautiful mind of yours.”

“You are lucky flattery will get your everywhere with me. What’s the problem roomie?”

“I don’t know what to get Poppy for her birthday. I have brainstormed for weeks and came up with diddly squat.”

“ That’s like picking a gift for Satan themself. Ow watch the laptop” Zoey rubbed her the back of her head that was assaulted with her fluffy pillow.

“Don’t be dramatic that was practically a cloud. Now please help me with this dilemma so I don’t end up sad and single.”

“First of all you are being dramatic and second of alll nothing wrong with because single. Most people will agree you have melted Poppy’s ice princess facade. Even if she doesn’t admit it she loves your ‘from the heart sappy shit you do’. Just think with that big heart of …” Before Zoey could finish her sentence Bea jumped off her bed and ran out.

Poppy held Bea’s hand while she drove. She paid attention to the hum of her car and the warmth of her hand. Her hands felt empty without her phone, but Bea insisted on her leaving her phone at the Zeta house. She didn’t need much convincing wearing a blindfold for a surprise. She wasn’t going to show it, but she was just happy to be in Bea’s presence. It was like feeling a calm wash over her mind. She vented about her day and how annoying the Zetas were during the presentations. They drove what felt like hours away from the University.

“Okay Pops I need you to do me a favor. Stay here while I go get something. No peaking or else I will withhold kisses for the next week.”

“Are you even allowed to be so cruel on my birthday?” Bea kissed Poppy quickly before running into the mysterious location. Pops just listened but none of the sounds were out of the ordinary. After about 5 minutes Bea came to Poppy’s door and opened. She helped her out of the car and handed she her favorite tea.

“Don’t tell me we drove all this way for you to poison me.” She took a sip and recongized it being one of her favorite drinks Matcha. “Hughes I know you did not make us drive all this way for something we could go about 5 minutes from campus to get.”

“Poppy if I wanted to poison you I wouldn’t have done it in somewhere so public. But no it’s not just for the tea we had to come here for you birthday gift. Take of your blindfold.” Poppy took off her blindfold and felt like she recognized where she was. She looked around and noticed a man walking towards them. He was a bit shorter than she was and he was smiling. She recongized him from the pictures the P.I. sent her as well as when she googled Art Nakamura , her bio dad.

“Hello, Poppy” The man beamed at her. “Happy Birthday” He held out a bouquet of flowers. Poppy hesitantly took the flowers.

“Hello Mr. Nakamura.”

“Please feel free to call me Art.”

“ Thank you for the flowers Mr. Nakam– Art. Could you give Bea and I a moment?”

“No worries I will get us a table in the cafe.” Art walked into the cafe and Poppy turned to her girlfriend.

“What the fuck were thinking, Hughes?” Poppy shouted not worrying about the looks from passerbys. “How did you know about him? Do you know what could happen if Piers finds out about this? I could loose everything! Do you not fucking think!?”

“I was just trying to get you a good birthday gift and you have everything and I thought maybe it would be nice to meet him and get answers for questions you wanted. One of the nights I stayed over the letters were out and I accidentally read one of them. I didn’t say anything ,but the emotion just pour out of them and it seemed like you really wanted to meet him.”

“Those were private! Bea I can’t do this with you. Please just leave. I will find another way to get back to campus.”

“But Poppy you don’t have your phone.”

“I don’t care. Just go.” Poppy shouted at Bea. Her chest felt heavy because she felt bad for yelling but she was just so angry. Anything else Bea had to say died in her throat. She walked back to her car and got in to leave. Poppy walked inside and found Art enjoying a mug of green liquid. She could smell the matcha.

“I am sorry for intruding, Poppy.”

“No, Art it’s no worries. It was just an unexpected surprise.”

They talked for awhile and Poppy’s stiff posture softened as she learned more about Art. He loved matcha just as much as she did. He talked about his time in college and how he always wanted to be a teacher. He showed her a picture of when he took his class to the museum and helped pay for the kids who couldn’t afford it.

“I know it’s none of my business and my apologies in advance if I am over stepping. You shouldn’t be so hard on your girlfriend Bea.”

“She told you about our relationship?”

“No she didn’t need to. I know the look of love anywhere. We have all been bitten by the love bug once or twice.”

“ You don’t care that I am dating a girl.”

“Of course not. We can’t help who we love.” Poppy did her best to keep her tears from escaping.

“I appreciate you saying that Art. I just couldn’t imagine the wrath if Piers found out.”

“Bea said the same thing when planning this. She didn’t even let me bring my phone. I didn’t even park around here she made me park farther away and walk. I thought she was joking at first. She had me turn right 8 times to make sure I wasn’t being tailed.”

“I don’t have my phone either. She really went above and beyond.” She whispered the last part. Suddenly she felt like the worst girlfriend on this planet. She looked at where Bea had parked and saw an empty space.

Bea found a quiet restaurant to sulk. She barely touched her fries when her phone started to buzz. It was a number she didn’t recongize, but there was no scam likely under it so she answered.

“Hello?”

“I’m so sorry for blowing up at you.” Poppy muttered. “I just was so sacred and had so many emotions running about I didn’t know how to react.”

“It’s okay Poptart. I should have ran this by you and not read the letter.”

“Will you come back? I want you to meet my dad.”

“Absolutely, I will be right over.” Bea only went over 1 block, she didn’t want to leave Poppy stranded. After parking she walked into the cafe and saw Poppy laughing with Art. She was actually belly laughing. Bea’s heart felt so full to see her girlfriend enjoying her time with her father. She walked over and Poppy pulled her into a hug. She always felt light when her and Poppy embraced. Like nothing in the world could hurt them as long as they were together.

“Art I know you two have corresponded ,but I would like to officially introduce Bea my girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you in person Bea. Thank you for today.” Bea shook Art’s hand and they sat and talked.

Art was telling them a story from his time in college and Bea was giggling at the story. Poppy imagined what life would have been like if Art was always her dad and raised her. She imagines with someone so warm as a father she would have turned out different. They stayed until close and parted ways after exchanging numbers on napkins.

On the way back to campus Poppy grabbed her girlfriends hands and planted a soft kiss on the back of Bea’s hand.

“Thank you for an amazing day.”

“Always. Happy Birthday Pops.”

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#thanks anon!#anon reply #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #queen b choices #queen b playchoices

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a-cloud-for-dreams · 9 months

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Meet My MC: Lyra Lexington

I'll edit this to make it cuter and more detailed while I play the story but here's what I have so far!

Nicknames: Ly, Little Miss Valedictorian, Doc, Lady, Queen

Born/Raised: Singapore -> New York -> Los Angeles

Books: Ride or Die, Queen B, Nightbound/Bloodbound, The Elementalists as a well-known Historian, and Crimes of Passion I and II (again, I haven't finished all of these books I just thought of this MC on the go)

Face Claim: Alyssa Raghu -> Naomi Scott/shredz55 (Insta)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Zodiac: Aquarius

Fashion Style: "Girl Next Door" with a hint of Bohemian Chic

Love Interest: Trystan Thorne

Past Relationships: Logan, Colt Kaneko, Professor Ian Kingsley, Nik Ryder, Violet Hale (OC) Past Flirtationships: Mona, Cal, Vera

Education/Major: BA in History at UC Berkeley; MA in Anthropology and Ph.D in Archeology at Harvard University; Magic Training at Pendergast College of Elemental Magicks

Family:

Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother: Desire and Decorum MC Great Great Great Grandmother: The Unexpected Heiress MC Godparents: Adrian Raines and Evelyn "Evie" Rouge Father(s): Lord Elric; Detective Antonio Lexington (FC: TBD) Mother: Lilavati "Lila" Solaris (FC: Nayanthara) Half-Brother: Tialo Maternal Cousin: My Queen B OC/The Elementalists MC Children (Twins): Amber Marguerite Thorne and Alice Nayeli Thorne Pet: Arcane (A Perrikin)

Backstory

Lilavati left her extremely controlling family after leaving for college to major in Economics, where she met Adrian Raines, and the two became close friends (she was already dating Lyra's father and unknowingly pregnant). As far as her family knows, she's a Board Member/Head of Business for Raines Corporation. In actuality, she's a witch who eventually started working as a kind of supernatural diplomat to ensure peace between supernatural beings, which ended up being for the NYC vampire clans. She's under the vampire clans' protection (but she associates most with Adrian since they're the closest). She was extremely happy for Adrian when he met Evie and fell deeply in love with her. After Lyra is born, she asks Adrian and Evie to be her godparents. In my head, Evie shows up at some point during Nightbound in the Priya Lacroix scene and mentions how much Lyra reminded her of her mother (it took Lyra a second to recognize who Evie was because it's been a while but she knew Evie was a familiar figure). Antonio blames Adrian and Evie (and the rest of the BB crew) for his wife's death and ensures they stay away from his daughter by moving to a smaller home in LA.

Fun Facts:

She's a very talented Carnatic singer! Her extended family wanted her to continue but as much as she loves to sing, she didn’t want to pursue it as part of her future

She is fluent in English and Spanish but proficient in Telugu, Malayalam, Tamil, and Dravokian. She learned Spanish from her father and Telugu, Malayalam, and Tamil from her mother. Her parents spoke those languages at home alongside English, but she became less fluent in the languages her mother spoke after she died. And after marrying Trystan, she obviously learned Drakovian

She’s from a wealthy family, or technically her mother was, but she left her old life to have her freedom before Lyra’s older cousins were even born. Lyra herself has an even larger inheritance after her mother died, but her father didn’t feel comfortable using her family money “irresponsibly.” She plans to use that money for her education.

#i like her so far! this mc version is super pretty too #playchoices #choices fic writers creations #ride or die #crimes of passion #lyra lexington oc #desire and decorum #the unexpected heiress #nightbound #the elementalists #queen b #nik ryder #lord elric #colt kaneko #bloodbound #evelyn “evie” rouge oc #adrian raines #trystan thorne #trystan thorne x mc

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kwaj115 · 2 months

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Ina Kingsley x MC: I’m not needed, never will I be - Part 3

Summary: An unexpected visitor throws Raven’s life around.

Warnings: ANGST, negative thoughts, swearing, maybe a sprinkle of fluff, hurt Raven

Tags: @kulaykape @ikingsley @remnantsofthepast-if @loyalshrimpfan @barnibumblr @loyalshrimp @alleycat97 @blaine-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @luthorsxrojas @darlingnikki-prince

Author’s Notes: It mentions some of Raven’s negative thoughts. If you are uncomfortable with it, I advise you not to read it. This does not affect the other stories, think of it as an alternate universe or something- It mentions some characters from previous fics. For the ones who do read it, I hope you enjoy it. It has not been proofread, although, feedback is appreciated if you message me in private. I will edit it later. This series seems to continue as long as I have ideas for it to end.

Raven woke up and the first thing she checked was her messages. She read Ina’s text which resulted in a little pinch to her heart. She wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or if she should be glad that she had a trustworthy place to stay while drunk. There was a knock at the door before she could begin her morning routine.

She was surprised that Ina would knock but thought nothing of it, maybe her hangover was a lot if she didn’t use her keys. When Raven opened the door, it wasn’t Ina. Another woman was standing opposite, a little taller than Ina but around the same age as her. Blond-haired and blue eyes examine Raven.

“Hi, is Ina here?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

The question of Ina’s whereabouts stirred unexpected feelings of possessiveness. The woman raised an eyebrow before choosing her words.

“Well, I’m Elizabeth. You can call me Liz, I’m Ina’s ex-fiancee. But I heard she was here and I was in the area so I dropped by for a visit.”

“What makes you think she’d want to see her ex?”

Liz lets out a little laugh before walking past Raven into the apartment, she looks around the apartment coming across a photo of Ina and Raven together.

“Wow, I see we’ve moved onto this quite seriously.”

“Can you leave?”

Liz acknowledged Raven’s request before slowly approaching the doorway.

“I’ll leave for now. But I’ll let you know, what makes you think Ina would stay with someone like you? Young, you’d get bored easily when Ina is the type of person who’d want to settle down after the adventures we had.”

With that, she walked out. Raven shut the door before slipping onto the couch, replaying Liz’s words.

Would Ina leave me?

After an hour, Ina opened the door and spotted Raven.

“Raven! You’re up, why do you look dull?”

“I missed you so I slept pretty awkwardly last night.”

She welcomed her girlfriend with a kiss, staying silent about the encounter with Liz.

“Should I get started on breakfast?”

“Oh no! It’s okay, I ate at my friend’s. I’m going to start catching up on missing work.”

“I see.”

In an attempt to spend more time together, she pulled Ina back into a hug.

“Can we go out or stay in and watch a movie tonight?”

“This is new. I mean, we can stay in. I’m too tired to go out, I have to get started on work.”

“I just missed you and wanted to spend time with you.”

Raven let go and Ina gave her a flirty wink before she walked into her home office. The younger woman decided to get started on her day and blow off her steam at the gym.

******

“Raven, we should take a break.”

“I’m fine, Tal.”

“I know but I’m tired, girl.”

Raven harshly unstrapped her boxing gloves and Tal dropped the punching targets.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, lately Ina and I have been distancing but it doesn’t feel like it sometimes. We’d have a nice moment and then life, our differences, would start to creep back in. This morning, Liz, Ina’s ex-fiancee, showed up at our apartment today.”

“No way! Why?”

“I don’t know, she wanted to see Ina because she found out she lived there. Told me things that I’d get bored and that Ina would want to settle down.”

“Is that why you’re in a bad mood? Because her ex showed up at your door and started spewing some bullshit?”

“No, I’m scared that maybe there’s truth within those words. What if I can’t separate our relationship from how different we are? I’m starting to work and she already has a career. I want to go out with my girlfriend and do some sightseeing but she wouldn’t want to because one outing is enough for a month. I’m just worried about how we’re going.”

“And you’re not telling her because..?”

“Because I’m fucking scared, Tal. What if I mess it up even more? You know the things that happened in the past. I’ve messed up how I wanted to word my thoughts and feelings, turned it into a bigger mess.”

Tal was unsure of how to respond. He gave her a pat on the shoulder before picking up the targets again.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m sure you’ll figure out how to explain the vibe with time.”

#playchoices #choices #choices fanfic #ina kingsley #queen b fanfiction #queen b #ina kingsley x f!mc #ina kingsley x mc #queen b ina #ina x mc #professor ina kingsley #ina x raven #raven wardin

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dist4nt-shores · 2 years

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choices as random text posts i have saved (because why not and i’m bored)(and beneath the cut because i’m nice)

queen b

laws of attraction

tom from it lives beneath

wolf bride

bachelorette party

perfect match

lovehacks

blades mcs with seduction as their main skill

bloodbound

the heist: monacco

most wanted

distant shores

imtura tal kaelen

tyril starfury

home for the holidays

prince aerin

perfect match (again)

damien and perfect match mc

part one | part two | part three

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itlovesinthewoods · 7 months

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I actually adore him<333 My most loyal hoe<3

#playchoices #pixelberry #choices #carter jackson #queen b #qb!mc

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laxmiree · 1 year

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Twilight Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

✧ Birthday Story | Birthday Prologue | Birthday Date (You’re here!)

(T/N: I, like this date a bit too much so I decided to subtitle it :”D. You can find the video + subtitle here on youtube. And don’t forget to turn on the CC!)

The indigo sky covered the mountains at distance, and tents were scattered in twos and threes on the grass.

As I raised the tent and walked out, I heard laughter mixed with Italian words.

The tall figure in front of me is sitting on a picnic sheet, surrounded by the laughter of tourists in the distance, yet his back still reveals a touch of silence.

This scene was so beautiful that I had to take out my camera and record the moment in front of me.

After putting away the camera, I walked to Lucien, sat down, and looked at him from the side.

MC: What are you looking at? You seem so fascinated.

Lucien's gaze moved from the distance to my face, curving his eyes.

Lucien: I'm trying to identify the shape of the volcano in the distance so that I can infer past geomorphic movements.

MC: Geomorphic movement? Is it there in front of us?

Lucien nodded gently. I followed his line of sight and also looked at the distant mountains. Grey and black mountain's shadows are like the hidden castle, still standing after the change of time

MC: And what did Professor Lucien's research study show?

I looked at Lucien, and he shook the manual in his hand.

Lucien: It's not a research study. If you're curious, check out this handbook for a more detailed description.

MC: But I want to hear what Professor Lucien has to say~

I cupped Lucien's face to look at him. He chuckled softly and spoke in a low voice, complying with the night breeze.

Lucien: Located on the east coast of Naples, Mount Vesuvius has been named "Europe's most dangerous volcano".

Lucien: It lay dormant for many centuries but suddenly erupted in 719 AD, destroying the then-ancient city of Pompeii.

MC: At that time, no one in Pompeii could have imagined that it would suddenly erupt...

MC: I feel that many changes happen so suddenly, as if there is always an accident, even if you try to prevent it.

In front of us, Vesuvius is quietly hidden in the night, with no trace of its eruption.

MC: What is the best thing to do in the face of an accident…?

Lucien: In the face of unknown forces, we still have much to learn.

Lucien: This includes a calm and open attitude to face the situation.

Lucien's voice is light. It seems that no matter what time, he is always so gentle and calm, as if even if anything happens, as long as he is by my side, there is no need to be afraid.

Suddenly a night wind blew. I shivered and leaned against Lucien's arms.

Lucien put his chin on my shoulder and took me in his embrace, and his warm breath wrapped me intimately.

I suddenly remembered tomorrow's itinerary and looked up at Lucien.

MC: As much as we wanted to visit Pompeii, we didn't have the time for that.

MC: I don't know why, but at the end of every year, you'll have international academic conferences to attend….

Lucien: To borrow a classmate's remark, is it probably because there is always extra work at the end of the year?

He looked at me, the night breeze blowing through his hair and revealing his long, narrow, smiling eyes.

He didn't seem worried that the trip would disrupt his upcoming birthday; instead, he was in the mood to tease me, making me narrow my eyes and move closer to him.

MC: You don't sound worried about not making it back to Loveland City. Professor Lucien, you haven't forgotten our agreement, have you?

Lucien: How could I forget the agreement to spend my birthday with you at our home this year?

He smiled faintly, and the vast night in the distance coalesced behind him as if the wilderness also softened because of his smile.

Lucien: I trust your arrangement.

Lucien: After all, everything you do on this day is a surprise to me.

After more than ten hours of flight, we finally returned to Loveland City in the early morning of Lucien's birthday

Because he still had work to do, we headed to the Research Centre first after getting off the plane.

Pete: Professor? Why did you come back so early?

I didn't expect to meet Pete, and when he saw me and Lucien, his eyes widened in surprise, but Lucien didn't give him time to be surprised.

Lucien: I read your experiment report, but the results don't seem to be satisfactory.

Lucien: Is the second experiment currently underway?

Pete was stunned and promptly nodded his head. Lucien gave a slight hum, then turned his head to look at me, and I waved at him understandingly.

MC: You go ahead. I'll wait for you in the office.

When he touched my smile, Lucien's expression also softened for a moment. He turned around and followed Pete out of the corridor.

I also walked to the familiar route of Lucien's office and waited.

There is no difference between this place and before I left, except the green plants on the windowsill drooping and seem to be a bit wilted.

MC: I remember where the nutrients at… Found it!

I skillfully took out the nutrient from the bottom drawer of the desk, carefully dropped a few drops, and then watered them a bit.

After a lot of work, the leaves of the green plants slowly stretched open, and the original dark green also showed a touch of brightness.

MC: Well~ this has made the office livelier… Eh?

I was looking over my work with satisfaction when I suddenly noticed a buried report in the drawer.

The exposed corner bears a familiar name - "Experiment Participant: Lucien".

Curious, I gently pulled it out.

MC: …"A study of neuronal responses in the brain regarding intimate partner - based on neuroimaging".

Intimate partner experiment? When did Lucien take part in this kind of experiment? Just as I was wondering, I heard the door being pushed open.

Lucien: Is MC interested in this?

I looked up to see Lucien walking towards me.

MC: Why are you back so soon? Is the experiment over?

Lucien: The essential parts are already done, so I'll leave the rest to Pete.

As he said that, his eyes moved to the report, I was holding, and I pointed to his name on it.

MC: What kind of report is this? How can you be a participant in the experiment?

He curled his lips as if he knew what I was wondering.

Lucien: This is a derivative study of a previous experiment I conducted on emotional recognition in relation to brain damage.

Lucien: This experiment explores the deeper factors in the human brain that produce intimate feelings.

Lucien: However, due to the complexity of the brain's deep wiring, hormones alone cannot fully explain humans 'addictive behavior' towards other people or things.

He paused as if suddenly thinking of something and lifted his wrist to check the time.

Lucien: …It's already noon, and we seem to have spent too much time at the Research Centre.

Lucien: I don't think I've disrupted your birthday plans, have I?

I shook my head and looked at Lucien with a smile.

MC: You don't disrupt anything, and it's your birthday, so you can do whatever you want.

Lucien's eyes curled at my words, and he took my hand.

Lucien: If I can do anything, then I want to go home with you now.

Lucien: Today, I want to know what surprises you have in store for me more than I want to experiment.

MC: A certain Great Professor seems to be looking forward to it?

I raised my eyebrows and gazed at Lucien.

Lucien: I admit that I'm looking forward to it.

Lucien: When I was in Naples, I looked forward to it on the flight back to Loveland.

Lucien: Because you will always exceed all my expectations with your ability to make my day so special and beautiful.

My heart stirred, my eyes accidentally glanced at the report on the table, and I couldn't help but mysteriously look at him.

MC: I think this year's gifts should still be worthy of your expectations.

MC: And perhaps this gift will give you the answer to the riddle!

MC: As for what it is, you'll find out at home.

When he passed by the bottom of the building, Lucien checked the mailbox with his hand and took out something.

My mind wandered, I could probably guess what he had taken, but I quietly pushed that curiosity down.

(T/N: their postcard from last year's b-day 🥺)

The top priority now is to reveal my "surprise" to Lucien.

When we got out of the lift and arrived at the door, I turned to Lucien.

MC: Lucien, can you close your eyes now?

MC: Wait until I say it is ready before you open your eyes ~ I don't want you to lose the sense of surprise at first sight.

Lucien was so amused by me that he couldn't resist chuckling. He looked at me and slightly ducked his head.

Lucien: In general, maintaining a certain expectation level prolongs the surprise duration.

Lucien: Not to mention that it's a surprise you've prepared for me, which I would gladly prolong the anticipation of.

He closed his eyes as he said this, as if he was being "ravaged" by me while I stood on my tiptoes and covered his eyes.

After entering, I pushed Lucien to sit on the sofa and started to prepare for work while glancing at Lucien.

MC: No peeking out!

The first thing I did was take a look at the projector. I put my mind at ease, hurriedly turned on the Bluetooth speaker, and set up the projector.

Just as I opened the lid of the aromatherapy stone and carefully added a few drops of the liquid, I suddenly heard Lucien's voice speaking out behind me.

Lucien: ...It's the smell of glaciers.

I turned my head in surprise, but Lucien was still sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, yet the curvature of his lips had deepened a little.

MC: You can smell it?

He nodded softly, his voice unhurried, mingling with the white noise of the rain.

Lucien: The smell reminds me of when we watched the aurora borealis together in Northern Europe.

Lucien: The memories here… are so profound that it is easy to distinguish them.

MC: I asked a colleague who went on a trip to Scandinavia to bring it back with her. How come I can't smell it, damn it...

MC: As expected, you are really impressive!

Lucien gently laughs and precisely holds my hand, his tone soft.

Lucien: Is that really impressive?

Lucien: What If I said I also know that the stereo is supposed to play the audio recording of the first autumn rain in Loveland City?

MC: How did you catch that?

My eyes widened in disbelief as I heard a soft laugh escape from Lucien's throat, his fingers warmly rubbing my hand.

Lucien: It was a cold day, and a little girl who was afraid of the cold was cuddled up in my arms as we slept.

Lucien: There was the sound of a kitten meowing downstairs in the middle of the night. Do you remember?

I subconsciously nodded my head, and Lucien continued to speak as if sensing my movement.

Lucien: I just heard the sounds of the kitten that night on the stereo.

Lucien: Besides, after living there for so long, I am already familiar with the sound of the rain hitting the tree under our home.

I blinked gently as Lucien spoke without slowing down and watched him speak.

MC: It seems you've already guessed part of the surprise I've prepared.

MC: But there's still a lot you haven't guessed, so now the birthday boy can open his eyes.

In the next second, Lucien slowly opened his eyes with anticipation and looked at everything in front of him.

The black-and-white film projected on the curtain shows the first encounter between the princess and the journalist, a rendition of our shared memory of the "Roman Holiday".

The glass figures on the table are covered with many electronic fireflies, glowing as if we had released them in the woods long ago.

A thousand handmade paper cranes hang by the bookshelf, and the warm sunshine falls on their wings, showing the traces of folded cranes we used to make together.

On the table is the wine from the winery, the year of production on it is as old as Lucien, carefully selected by me from the wineries we visited together.

The green mistletoe branches on the side are entwined with a strand of red thread, which we received together at the Matchmaker Temple.

The clear box in the center of the table covers a lavender cake featuring a sketch of the photo we took under the Bridge of Sighs last year…

Each gift carries a colorful past, like a treasure salvaged from the river of time, dazzling the room at that moment.

And these are the most unique gifts that belong to Lucien and me.

Lucien: So this is… what you wanted to give me this year?

He chuckled again, and there seemed to be a small ripple in his tone.

Lucien: I remember that when you were preparing the gifts, you sent me to sleep next door.

Lucien: It was then I knew I would also receive a special surprise this year. But strangely enough, I couldn't help but be curious and look forward to it.

MC: And may I ask the birthday boy if this expectation has been fulfilled?

Lucien: Well, it has been very fulfilling.

He said it with such frankness that I couldn't help but curl my lips and then give him another mysterious wink.

MC: I think it could've been more fulfilling.

MC: What you see now is not only this year's gift but also the answer to that riddle.

Lucien gave a slight pause, seemingly thinking of the discussion we had earlier in the office about experiments concerning emotions.

Lucien: Do you mean the report that you saw in my office?

MC: At that time, you said that science could not precisely prove the influence of emotions.

MC: But since I don't know much about neuroscience, I think the answer is evident from a layman's point of view.

MC: I think the most significant factor that affects relationships is memory.

MC: When we first met, you were 'Lucien, the neuroscience professor' to me and then 'my program consultant'.

MC: And then afterward… Anyway, it's an entirely different feeling now from what it was then.

Lucien: How do you see me now?

My eyes skimmed over the incense, the film, the mistletoe one by one… and finally landed earnestly on Lucien's face.

MC: There are scents, temperatures, and the superimposed existence of many moments we have spent together.

Lucien: I seem to understand what you're trying to say, but I'd still like to hear more about me from the MC's mouth.

Lucien's seemingly relentless pursuit made my heart beat faster, and I laughed as I picked up the white teapot on the table.

MC: For example, when I see white tea, I will think of you reading a book…

MC: I can't help but feel happy when I think of all the stories we've read together;

MC: When I see the wisteria blooming on the road, I think of the dance that we did together;

MC: When I feel depressed, seeing the photo that we took together is like an infusion of happiness

MC: Keeping me warm whenever I need it.

MC: It is because of these objects that carry memories that I am able to keep warm at any time.

I put down the teapot and took Lucien's hand.

MC: So I'm sure that the times we spent together in your memory will give you the same warmth.

MC: I want to construct these memories that make me feel warm and give them to you.

Lucien looked at me. Behind him, the projector cast a bright white light that reflected the fluctuations in his eyes.

Lucien: I remember all the things you say.

Lucien: But it is precisely because I can remember everything that sometimes I don't know what to do with the important memories.

Lucien: But today, I seem to understand that those important memories should be kept within reach.

His eyes were full of mirth. I smiled and squeezed his palm, pretending to look for something.

MC: I have another gift I want to show you, but gee, where did I put it…

Lucien: Why don't you go to the storage room if you don't have it in the living room?

MC: Um! Let's go there now!

I said this and pulled Lucien along, unable to resist the soft curl of my lips where he could not see.

MC: Where is the thing...

I was fumbling around in the storage room when a metallic gleam suddenly slid off the cabinet and rolled to my side.

MC: This is… A trumpet?

I curiously picked it up, the trumpet was rusty and slightly torn at the base, and it looked as if it had been unused for a long time.

MC: I think the one you played before was silver…?

Lucien looked at the lustrous trumpet and was silent for a moment as if he remembered something.

Lucien: When I went to Italy for a conference, I passed through a volcanic eruption.

Lucien: The crowd was scattered, and it seemed to have been abandoned in the panic, so I picked it up.

Lucien: But now it looks like I don't keep it in a safe and proper place either.

I thought about it, wiped the trumpet, and put it on the counter.

MC: It's not too late to keep it safe~

MC: But have you ever seen a volcanic eruption before? I didn't hear you mention it in Naples.

Lucien: I wasn't very impressed with the volcano at the time.

Lucien's eyes were muted. I moved a little closer to him and watched him speak.

MC: Or maybe the Gods of Fate had it in mind that the story of you and the volcano would be reserved for this year's Vesuvius and me!

With that, I placed the photo I had taken with Vesuvius alongside the trumpet.

MC: In this way, the Lucien from five years ago and the MC from five years later have been "taped" to each other, and our memories have been reunited.

Lucien: How can the past be enough? The present Lucien also wants to blend with MC's memories at this moment.

(T/N: CUE BEAUTIFUL LUCIEN 5TH BIRTHDAY BGM, also VERY RECCOMENDED to hear CN dub, it's just *clenches fist* so soft 🥺)

Lucien looked at me and came closer, gently nuzzling the tip of my nose. My ears flushed as I caught the familiar smile in his long, narrow eyes.

MC: Only small animals like to nuzzle the tip of their noses together…

Lucien: But right now, aren't we in a world that is exclusively ours? Here, we can do whatever we want.

Lucien: For example… Enjoy the light and shadow show you want to show me.

MC: Oh yes, I almost forgot about the main event… Wait, how did you know that?!

Lucien's eyes rested on a bookshelf not far away, then quickly darted back and blinked.

Lucien: Sorry, what did I just say?

Lucien: I don't know anything. I'm still waiting for my surprise from MC.

MC: Pfft...

I laughed at Lucien's attempt to play stupid, and then, on my tiptoes, I finally reached the remote control that turned on the "surprise".

The moment the remote control is pressed, a multitude of ethereal purple lights slowly emerge from the bookshelves.

Each glimmer of light is drawn as a fluttering butterfly, its wings fluttering as it rests on the spine of a different book.

The last butterfly landed on the brown spine, the dark light reflecting the stamped lettering, and I gently read the words on which the butterflies had rested.

MC: “Happy birthday, Lucien.”

Until all the butterflies disappeared into the darkness, Lucien looked at me as if there were visions of butterflies in the depths of my eyes.

Lucien: It seems that every year you bring me a different kind of color and make me realize that there is so much beauty in the world.

I reached out my hand and slowly interlocked my fingers with Lucien's.

MC: These beautiful things belong to us, and we have created them little by little.

MC: You know, I've had a lot of fun preparing gifts this year.

MC: It's as if I've gone through everything we've been through in the last five years.

MC: I see how I approach you and how you move toward me step by step.

MC: There's also some quarreling and spite, but in the end, we move towards each other as if there's gravity.

Lucien: Perhaps the attraction between people is an objective existence.

Lucien: Only this attraction has now increasingly grown into the time we spend together.

As the sun sank in the west, the light in the storeroom dimmed, and Lucien looked at me, his eyes as deep as twilight.

Lucien: For example, the letters we wrote last year have also become a part of our lives this year.

Seemingly thinking the time was right, he took the letter out of his jacket and gazed at me.

Lucien: MC, would you like to open this gift from across the ocean?

I nodded expectantly. Together with Lucien, I want to reveal our hearts which had traveled through time and come to us.

After exchanging the envelopes with each other's names on them, I opened them carefully and was struck by the words that met my eyes-

"No matter which way time flows, no matter how the world changes, I will always belong to you."

And at the moment Lucien unfolds the postcard in his hand, I hear a chuckle escape from his throat.

"I hope I can give Lucien the warmest birthday in the world at home next year!"

The two letters are spread out in the soft dusk light, quietly telling the traces of the passing year.

MC: Happy birthday, Lucien.

MC: I hope your new year will be filled with more happiness and less worry. Smile more often and call me at home if you are unhappy.

MC: Our home will always be there to help you fight your troubles.

I gave Lucien my blessing in earnest, and the next moment, he was lowering his head to my forehead, the tip of his nose touching mine, carrying the warmth of his breath.

Lucien: As long as I have the time you give me, I will be happy wherever I am.

Lucien: That's why I want to keep extending this memory with you.

Lucien: Even if oceans and mountain cross each other, I’ll still want it to keep going.

MC: So, Mr. Birthday Star, I suppose my wish from last year has come true this year?

I held the letter in my hands and looked at Lucien, his gentle voice descending into the melting dusk.

Lucien: The moment you write it down, it's already been realized.

[small ramble corner]

First of all, how dare you, PG, for always using the theme of ‘home’ in every Lucien’s birthday date and stories TAT. Every birthday always reminds us about the home he lost and the home he finally found. Everytime they said ‘our home’ I sobs a little.

If I could describe this date in two words, it would be warm and soft, just like the small world they created together. The contrast between him not really caring about his birthday from his birthday story and his anticipation for surprises from mc on this date is just :””. Before, he only considered his birthday as just another ordinary day, not expecting anything special to happen; But ever since he met MC, he began to look forward to it and even had some expectations. Big props to MC for always giving him (and us) the most heartwarming surprises every year. This year, those little objects that carried memories is a really lovely birthday gift and made me nostalgic about the money i spent about my memories with this game.

THE BGM!!! Not only the name (All things produce color) made me cry- But also, it really fits with the theme of “warmest birthday.” I felt emotional every time I hear that BGM, especially when paired with the CG :””. It gives of a feeling of cozy and warm autumn. Like huddling together in front the fireplace.... anyway, before I rambles too much, thank you, for reading this date ahah.

#I CRIED #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #thank you mc for giving him the warmest birthday #and home that he can return to #the postcard from last b-day.......#mostly put my thought on rambles ahah #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc translation #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc cn

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pleasantlysecretdream · 1 month

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I hope to marry her

#playchoices #mc #choices #li #poppy Sinclair #queen b

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still-a-morosexual-help · 27 days

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I love how Queen B initially kinda makes you believe that Bea's job is to take over the campus & become a benevolent ruler all so they can save the entire school body from the tyrannical rule of Satan. Except actually Bea is also Satan but with better people management skills

and then after spending two years trying to publicly murder each other the two tyrants kiss over the burning bodies of the school populace

#choices #queen b #queen b 2 #chlices queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #boppy

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kamilah-is-queen · 1 year

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Her

Pairing: Ina Kingsley (Hispanic) x MC (Sofia) x Poppy Min-Sinclair

Warning: Language

Tagging: Tagging: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy

Author’s Note: At last, the introduction of Ina Kingsley’s fandom onto this page! 🎉 This is going to be a medium length series. Each and every comment, like, and reblog is special to me so come and support the dying fandoms, and let me know your thoughts. Also, message or comment if you’d like to be added/removed from the tag list.

What’s more refreshing than a crisp autumn day in New England, where the leaves have matured into a beautiful honey-brown and a delightful breeze cruises the skies, especially on this sunny day.

What’s even more thrilling, for Sofia at least, is it’s the start of her college story, at none other than the private, posh, and oh so exotic Belvoire University. This school is nothing but a school playground for the entitled little princes and princesses of New York.

It’s a circus, really. The horror stories weigh heavier than the school’s prestige and accomplishments but who the heck cares? If it’s expensive, it’s got to be good.

Thankfully, Sofia isn’t of the norm. Growing up in a rural town in Kansas taught her that money isn’t everything, persistence and respect is, first and foremost. And if you’re going to go places “girlie, you better work your damn ass off” as her mother likes to put it, politely.

So, this should be a breeze. Fitting in with young adults who have worked not a minute in their lives, who have never been generous to donate even a small share of their inherited wealth to those that genuinely need it?

Yeah, it’ll be a breeze.

Or at least that’s what Sofia thought.

Map in hand, the young cowgirl set off to class in her red flannel shirt, the buttons revealing just enough of her cleavage underneath and her bootcut jeans, a style she never got tired of showing off.

It was surprisingly a short, precise route to her first period from the car park, prompting a smile to dawn on Sofia’s face before she suddenly noticed all the curious eyes, directly on her.

Dirt poor…

“Wait, they’re talking about me?” She internalized.

Stupid cowgirl…

“Hey! I’m not a-“

Horse shit…

The calloused fists of Sofia’s clenched tightly together, so much so the tips of her knuckles turned white. Her eyes scanned from figure to figure, as they all laughed and snarkily insulted her under their breath.

God, she just wanted to sort them straight. Who were they to judge her so quickly? She hadn’t even made any companions, and already her status was lowered, to the very, very bottom.

“Hey, hey you! Shit face!”

Chad, a 6’4, brute of a jock snapped around to meet Sofia’s furious gaze. “You talking to me, you horse turd?”

Oh was Sofia getting riled up.

“Yeah I’m talking to you, you walking hunk of junk.” Knowing Sofia, she never backed down from a fight. Never. If she learnt anything from the farm, it’s that the fittest survive and the weakest don’t.

The cowgirl shoved aside her backpack, and stormed towards Chad, her face full of fury and her fists ready to strike.

“You better watch your mouth little bit-“

BAM!

A sturdy body punch to the liver.

BAM BAM!

One feisty uppercut to the jaw which left Chad in a state of dizziness, before she knocked him unconscious with a powerful left hook.

A sea of phones whipped out immediately to capture the incident, definitely destined to make the school’s breaking news the same afternoon. “Holy shit dude, she knocked Chad out!”

Murmurs and shocked gasps came from the enormous wave of students, who flooded in to witness the scene. But only one girl led the pack, Poppy… Min… Sinclair.

“Ew, get out of my way, creep.” She pushed her way to the front and gasped dramatically at the sight of Chad face flat on the ground, with cowgirl Sofia just behind, who was pulling her back back on her shoulders.

“Ugh, excuse me? What the hell just happened?” Her high pitched tone caught Sofia’s attention, her blue eyes flicking up to meet Poppy’s own. “He got what he deserved, I don’t take nobody’s bullshit.” Her southern accent was thick like her mama’s buttermilk biscuits, the velvety tone that ensued, surprisingly, sent a shiver down Poppy’s spine.

“And who the hell are you..?” Poppy’s eyes raked across Sofia’s muscled figure, her throat choked for air the further her eyes reached.

“Sofia, Sofia Nassib.”

Poppy’s eyes flicked fearlessly to Sofia’s lips, as she slowly pressed closer, and closer, until she was just centimeters from Sofia’s bronzy face.

“You better not do anything stupid like that again, do you understand me?” Poppy’s sharply filed nails raked down, and up the cowgirl’s arm, instinctively drawing goosebumps on the girl as soon as her nails touched Sofia’s skin.

“I said, do you understand me?” She gripped Sofia’s collar and tugged her even closer, Sofia’s neck bending in the process to reach her small height. “Or what?”

A challenging, daunting game was yet to be played and neither wanted to back down for the seat of power.

“Well, he’s my boyfriend of course. I’ll handle you like I’ve handled every other bold little bitch whose stood in my way.”

Poppy never once stuttered, nor did she even hesitate to slash her nails across Sofia’s face to permanently remind her of the incident, and the trouble the cowgirl was yet to face.

“See you later Farmsville!”

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Professor Kingsley, room 660… Sofia read off the blue transcript in her bruised and bloodied hand. She peeked up to the find the classroom door open, with the lights dimmed inside.

Peculiarly, Sofia looked around before entering the somewhat dark classroom, the lack of artificial light setting her in the mood for a well deserved nap.

She picked a seat in the middle row, a decent distance from the Professor Kingsley’s sleek desk which was just a few spaces ahead.

After settling in comfortably, she took in the awe inspecting decor of the classroom. Maps as large as dining tables filled the walls, marked to shit with photos and cute little captions to go along, as well as posters of Winston Churchill and FDR dancing together in sailor uniforms, in a silly political cartoon.

Sofia was so intrigued by it all that she failed to feel the warm palm that rested upon her forearm.

Ahem…

She quickly spun around to lay her eyes upon, who else than Professor (Mommy) Kingsley. The professor’s makeup exaggerated the shimmering light in her chestnut brown orbs, a sight that had Sofia fluttering inside. It didn’t stop when her eyes quickly glanced over the tight fitting, racing green pencil skirt and blazer that the professor had on, purposely to flaunt her muscled calfs and hips.

“I couldn’t help but notice the wound on your cheek, are you alright sweetheart?”

Goddamn, her voice sounded like pure honey…

Sofia quickly blinged out of the daze and touched her cheek, wincing at the pain as she felt fresh blood drip down her flesh. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just a little incident this morning.” She put on her best smile, her dimple smile that she was renowned for.

“Honey you don’t look fine, oh come with me and don’t refuse.” Professor Kingsley had already set off before her student could answer, as she searched through her desk drawers frantically.

“Your classroom decor is incredible, by the way.” Sofia stated to break the silence, looking around again to avoid any further embarrassment.

“Why thank you darling, no one ever appreciates a historian’s passion for a well-decorated office and classroom. It just… brings everything to life, you know?”

She’s so cute when she rambles… said the little teeny voice inside her brain.

“I think you’ve done a fantastic job.” Sofia goofily smiled again, Professor Kingsley offering a broad grin back before placing a small cleansing kit in the cowgirl’s palm.

“It’s an anti-infecting wipe, soothing cream and a bandaid. I’ve got plenty so holler if you need some more for that wound.”

“By the way… what’s your name again?” Said Kingsley.

“Sofia Nassib, Ma’am. Nice to meet you.”

Professor Kingsley’s eyes crinkled slowly, grinning again, “likewise. Now off you go, go patch your cheek up darlin’. Don’t want that getting even worse now do we?”

“No Ma’am, we don’t.” Sofia, clutching the little packet made her way towards the door of the classroom before halting abruptly in the doorway.

“Well, well, well… lookie here.”

Not Poppy!!!

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