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SKI TRIP .. part one ⠀,⠀ chrismd.

synopsis ✩ you and chris hate each other, but a ski trip and some forced proximity changes everything.

warnings: gn!reader, drinking, series

authors note: a chrismd series! this isn’t my favorite piece of writing of all time, but i just needed to push out more chris content for myself and the other chris girlies out there. consider this little series my petition to be your favorite chrismd writer <3 thank you to @imredjack for the idea xx

THE FLIGHT TO FRANCE WAS A BREEZE: no turbulence, no boarding issues — you couldn’t have been more lucky. the crisp, cold air coveted your skin like a blanket as you exited the airport, scanning your new surroundings. even though you lived in europe and traveled around surrounding areas, you had never been to france. you liked the uk — if it were up to you, you’d never leave forever, though a holiday was pleasant once in awhile.

“bonjour,” you were greeted by your friend, george clarke, who spoke thickly with a fake french accent. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he spoke. you were surprised to find yourself in the position you were in. you didn’t know that helping george plan a trip with your mutual friends would result in you being invited. you had known this group of boys for years. being a friend of george’s since primary school, you became a videographer for him once he started his youtube career. because of this, you had become close with the others; the arthur’s, harry, will — the list went on. with your experience with social media, you had been a help to all of them with occasionally manning the camera. “comment vas-tu en cette belle soirée?” the teasing back from you made george roll his eyes. “ok — ok, i dont know that much!” as you laughed at his response, you found your thoughts slipping. the first glimpse you had seen of the french alps were gorgeous, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward. as you scanned around, george and arthur in view, your eyes landed on chris. christopher dixon was something else. if it was up to him, you wouldn’t have been invited on this trip. but it was up to his best mate, george, and what george said goes.

chris was not fond of you in anyway possible and you were not fond of him. nothing particular had happened between you two, but the hateful tension always remained. you had heard from the other boys that chris hadn’t talked the best of you; always commenting on your clothing style and such in odd ways; but you didn’t let that bother you. instead, trying to keep the bond strong between all your friends, you never confronted him about it — the pity feelings you had between each other were mutual. piling into the taxi that would take you to your hotel, you sat yourself next to arthurtv who greeted you with a smile. you were far more fond of arthur and george and that thought made you mentally pray you’d be roommates with them for the holiday.

the taxi came to a stop, the driver tipping his hat at you as you slipped a fiver into his tip cup. once again the new feelings of the french air tickled your skin as you exited, george handing you your luggage that he had pulled out of the trunk. “alright,” george pulled out several room keys from his pocket, preparing to distribute them among the others. “this one’s for arthur(tv) and i — harry and arthur,” george handed harry the room key, “and chris and y.n—“ a cheeky smile formed on his face, making your eyes twitch. george knew that you and chris despised each other — you knew him rooming you with chris was all apart of some fucked up plan. “thanks—“ you were short as you snatched the key out of his hand. “can i room with arthur instead? please?“ that jersey accent had almost made you vomit as he spoke. “be nice to them, ok? c’mon, you both have a lot in common and i’m sure by the end of this trip you’ll be good friends!” george didn’t sound so sure of his words, he just hoped and prayed chris would give you the benefit of a doubt and not kill you.

you trudded your way up the stairs, reading the room numbers on the door as you and chris approached yours. you couldn’t help but mentally curse george for what he had done; later you were sure to say something to him, but for now you just had to make this work. you inserted the key into the door, twisting the doorknob. to your dismay, the door did not open and you found yourself standing there somehow even more stupid in-front of chris. before you could go to try the doorknob one more time, chris grumbled, nudging you out of the way as he twisted the doorknob. to your frustration, it opened with the first turn. “it’s really not that hard, innit?” chris opened the door as he spoke. “look — can we please just spare each other a bloody second? ok, we’re on holiday, yeah? we’re supposed to relax. i think me and you can lay off each for a week.” you didn’t mean to snap, but it happened, causing chris to stop dead in his tracks as he stepped into the room. “ok, yeah sure, but if you so much as set me off one time, this isn’t going to be easy for us.” you didn’t know what he truly meant, but you didn’t care. you pushed yourself passed chris and fully into the room, this time you being the one to stop dead in your tracks. “are you fucking kidding me right now? do you see this? those fucking basterds,” to your surprise, and chris’ as well, there was only one bed. you practically vomited at the thought of having to share a space with him and a bed was even worse. “is this your doing?” you couldn’t help but be even more irritated by his words. “really? you think i’d arrange this? why don’t you ask the boys? maybe they think you fancy me or something and are doing you a favor.” you had seemingly set chris off, but he tried to contain himself. “you wanna know what? you can sleep on the chair, i’ll sleep on the bed — problem solved.” he walked himself into the room, placing his luggage onto the bed. “yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes. “why can’t we just share the bed? we’ll have separate blankets — everything will be fine as long as you don’t touch me.” you spoke. chris shot you a glare, pulling his luggage off the bed, now placing it on the floor. “fine, but just this once.”

you had seemingly sorted out the room problem with chris, but that did not stop you from scolding george later that night at dinner. “why’d you do that? are you trying to ruin this holiday?” your words were more playful as you tried not to upset george — more issues were the last thing you needed right now. “im doing you a favor, ok? this will be good for all of us. you’ll finally work things out with him and then we’ll all be best mates.” he tried to laugh through your frustration, which only made him nervous about what he had done. “if this only makes things worse, i know who to blame.” “—blame me too!” you look over at harry whose normal resting face was replaced with a big grin. “you cheeky basterd.” was all you managed to get out before the waiter came over with the check.

the night had passed swiftly. you and chris had went the rest of the night without communicating much, which was good for the both of you. chris and yourself entered your shared hotel room, slightly drunk as you sat down on the bed. “remember our deal — we each get our own side of the bed.” he spoke, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side. you found yourself staring at him a bit too long; studying each line of his abs. as much as you hated chris, you acknowledged he was good looking, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. unfortunately chris seemed to notice this, which caused him to furrow his brows. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” his teasing made you roll your eyes — you were sure not to fall for it. “in your dreams.” you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you think this way, but you hoped it was. even though you should have looked away, you studied chris carefully as he put on a clean top. shaking yourself out of these thoughts, you reminded yourself of the distaste you had for him — the way he’d say odd things about you behind your back, the way he couldn’t stand to even be in your presence. you found yourself calming back into your little world where a pleasent thought of chris did not exist.

once it came time to sleep, you could see the disgust on chris’ face as he climbed into your shared bed. as much as you hated you had to be in the same vicinity as him, you didn’t think it was the biggest deal in the world. “do you snore?” he asked, as he pulled the blanket over his legs. “nope, i bet you do.” chris rolled his eyes, a slight huff escaping his lips as he rolled over, his back facing you. you took this as a sign turn off the beside lamp and get yourself situated to sleep. no thoughts of sharing a bed with chris bothered you as you drifted off to sleep.

“so, how was last night?” george asked you, a teasing manner slipping from his lips even though he tried to contain himself. “what? you think we’re just going to fuck and get over things? you’re sick.” you weren’t completely serious, or mad at george, but you wanted him to know his little plan wouldn’t work out as well he thought it would. you scooped yourself some eggs from the hotel’s breakfast, grabbing yourself a fork before sitting down next to harry. similar to george, he began to bombard you with questions. “didn’t make up yet?” he raised his eyebrows, pulling a scoop of hash-browns to his mouth as he took a bite. “no, and unlike george, i don’t think it’s going to happen.” “why can’t you guys just fuck already?” your eyes darted over the table, raising an eyebrow at arthur’s sudden proposal. you practically spit out your bite of eggs at his words. “cmon, don’t laugh. you have so much sexual tension, we can all feel it.” you laughed. you had noticed chris glancing at you plenty of times before, shifting his eyes away the second you noticed. you noticed how he’d tease you — but again, you just expected it was because of his distaste for you. “oh sure,” you added sarcastically, taking a sip of apple juice as chris joined the table. you mentally prayed not another word would be said in that conversation, especially because chris was now present. “so,” arthur hill began to speak, setting his fork down next to his plate, “what’s the plan for today, georgie?”“well, we’re going to hit the slopes, of course. there’s also this little gig playing tonight at one of the hotels pubs — i was thinking we could go to that.” george responded. “good, i could use a fucking drink already.” chris perked up at the idea of a bar, and drinks at that, which made you laugh. “what? is having to share a room with y.n that bad?” arthur laughed. chris seemed hesitant to answer, which confused you a little as he was always quick to make you the bud of his joke. “it’s been a long week — well needed holiday.” his response seemed to confuse everyone at the table as george looked over at you, cockily raising his eyebrow. you knew his plan had a very generous slim shot at working, but chris seemed to be becoming more lenient on you — at least this morning. which made you question if chris had woken up on the right side of the bed this morning.

you and the group spent most of the day skiing and snowboarding — you skiing as it was always easier to you. it was a fun day; full of laughs, and you got to spend most of it away from chris which couldn’t have been better. “i dont think it even matters how many layers i have on, i’m freezing.” arthur shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as tight as he could to maintain some warmth. “it’s getting late now,” george spoke, checking his watch. it was now half past 5 and you were shocked once you put together that the six of you had been out in the snow for almost 8 hours. “the gig starts around 6, if we stop here we’ll have some time to get ready and warm up before then.” everyone seemed to agree with george’s idea and began to unwind. once getting back to the shack, everyone undressed themselves from their snow gear and laid it up to dry in lockers they had rented for the week.

you and chris made your way back to your hotel room again, not speaking to each other along the way. once you entered, chris wasted no time in preparing himself for the night — dousing himself in cologne and fixing his curled hair to the best of his abilities. he was one to dress casual, but he had caught your eye once he exited the bathroom dressed in something more put together. head to toe in black, chris wore black slacks and a black t shirt, which had you looking at him far more than you liked to admit. chris didn’t seem to notice as he walked around you, grabbing his phone before he sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the room. now having an idea of what the ‘dress code’ was for the evening, you began to get yourself dressed.

it never took you long to get ready — you had taken about 10 minutes this time — which still had chris’ panties in a bunch. a knock erupted on the bathroom door, causing you to huff slightly. “are you done in there? its almost 6, i’m going to leave without you.” you checked yourself out in the mirror one more time before opening the door, meeting face to face with the boy. chris stood there, your faces close to each other. you couldn’t help but feel annoyed as you noticed him studying you. “i was in there for 10 minutes, don’t get your panties in a twist, mate.” he scoffed, backing away from you which eliminated the noticeable tension. pushing passed him slightly, you grabbed your phone and had made your way to the door. chris took his fine time getting his shoes on as you did, which made you laugh at him softly. “look who’s taking a long time now.” “you just can’t be nice to me, can you?“ you scoffed, placing your hand on the doorknob behind you as you stayed facing chris. “i could say the same thing to you — haven’t shut your mouth since we got here. hell, you even objected to being roommates with me.” chris huffed under his breath, standing up from his once seated position. the vibes in the room shifted, but you couldn’t tell what you were feeling now. chris seemed slightly bothered at your words, which had you confused. “okay, i’m warming up to you,” your mouth laid a-gap and in pure surprise you practically chuckled. “i think we can stop being at each others throats — it’s what best for the both of us and the others.” “where was this side of chris when i told you we should be civil with each other at the beginning of the trip? what made you change your mind, huh?” before chris could even think of a response, a knock erupted on the door. to pull yourself out of this unwanted conversation, you opened it up to be met with george. “are you two ready?” he hummed and you nodded your head in response. chris made his way over to the door, stepping aside you before exiting first. for a second, your bodies brushed up against each other, sending a chill down your spine that you couldn’t quit understand.

for the duration of the walk to the pub, you walked behind the others, thinking of the conversation you had with chris. you couldn’t help but be angry at him. he had been at your throat since he met you; saying bad things behind your back, and now he had changed his mind quicker than you had imagined. if only in the beginning he had gotten time to know you, this would have never happened. you didn’t know what you had said or done that was so alluring to chris — alluring enough for him to change his mind about you. you recalled him studying your body shamelessly after you exited the bathroom. but if being impressed by your body was his reason for changing his mind, he was an asshole. “are you doing okay?” harry asked as he walked up next to you, his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. “what? oh, yeah.” he pulled you out of your deep thoughts as he spoke. “you sure?” “just tired is all. i just need a drink to take the edge off.” you tried to work a smile onto your face, which seemed to be convincing enough for harry as he returned the smile. you didn’t remember the rest of the night fully. all you could recall was the flashing lights as rock music played and the countless amount of shots you had taken. you were absolutely smashed by the end of the night, according to george, who was also more gone than he’d like to admit. luckily, you could handle your drink unlike arthurtv, so you could still function semi-normally by the time everyone called it a night.

your memory of the nights events jogged a little when you woke up in bed next to chris; his body tangled in yours instead of on his side of the bed. a warm heat coveted your hips — his arms wrapped around it loosely. hot breaths down your neck made your spine shiver and your mind cloud as you assessed your situation. your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes adjusted to the sun peeking through the windows, the hangover prominent. your heart started to beat faster in your chest from embarrassment or even anxiety. over the past few days, you had gotten used to chris’ company. of course, it wasn’t your favourite, but you had realized it wasn’t as bad as you thought. to you, he was now bearable to be with, but not this close. chris began to stir in bed, making your breath hitch. once he had finally awoken, he was met with the situation you found yourselves in. squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the brightened room, chris couldn’t help but flush red once he noticed where his hands were. a mumble escaped his lips; one of an apology or just jumbled words — you couldn’t tell. he pulled his warm arms away from you, which made you feel naked from his grasp. you sat up awkwardly, sitting yourself up against the bed frame as you cleared your throat. chris huffed a little bit before he began to talk. “tell no one about this?” he seemed embarrassed, flustered even, as he spoke, a red hue accompanying his pale cheeks. you had never seen chris so quiet; so timid. a quick “mhm.” was all you could getting out without a hint of embarrassment hitting your face. a part of you couldn’t help but miss the warmth of his arms, but you knew it was stupid. you didn’t like chris and his new-found attitude didn’t change that. you still couldn’t help but crave his touch again, though. you knew that this thought was wrong, so wrong, but the idea of something wrong felt so good.

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britany1997 · 1 year

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bestie it's the one who swept you off your feet. I'm holding you at gun point with a question.

I read your rules, buuut I dunno if this counts as too specific. can you write the boys (or paul since he's delicious, your pick) with a s/o who likes to take stuff that doesn't belong to them for shits and giggles?

I just thought it'd be hilarious and I love you, mwah 💪🏻❤

Sticky Fingers

Of course I can write this for you!! I love you too bestie🫶🫶🫶 (you so right he is delicious🥵)

Paul x GN Reader

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You slithered through the crowd of unwitting tourist lining the boardwalk. Plucking a 20 from an unsuspecting lady’s handbag, slipping a watch off of a disgruntled businessman, too busy yelling into his phone to notice you, unclasping an expensive looking necklace from someone’s neck and clipping it onto your own.

Every night the boardwalk was like your own personal pawn shop, except you never had to pay a dime. You chuckled to yourself as you slipped the 20 into your pocket and skipped off to Max’s video.

You were about to stroll in to lift some lollipops from the jar at the front, when the sight of a blond boy standing next to a motor bike caught your eye. What was the harm in snagging one more wallet?

You sauntered over inconspicuously and reached into the pocket of his pants, but came back empty handed.

He whirled around to face you, “woahhh sugar, that’s usually my move,” he joked.

Your face flushed bright red and your mouth open and shut wordlessly as you tried to think up any kind of excuse.

“I squeeze back you know,” he told you as he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you close to him.

You were flabbergasted. You should have just stolen the candy.

You grabbed his hand as it began to slide lower, “woah, wow, um…this is such a big misunderstanding,” you laughed awkwardly.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “so you weren’t just tryna cop a feel?” he seemed disappointed.

“No! No. Absolutely not,” you assured him.

“Can I still-”

“No.”

He pouted.

“So what were you doing anyway,” he crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly.

In all the confusion, you hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him, but now with his blue eyes boring into yours, his blond hair framing his face, and his full lips pressed together, you were struck by how handsome he was.

“I was…trying to steal your wallet?” you blurted out.

Damn. This guy was really catching you off guard.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “I keep all my cash right here,” he slipped his shoe off and held it up to you. You peered in to see a bunch of crumpled, and slightly damp, dollar bills at the bottom.

“That’s disgusting,” you told him.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but you’re not gonna take ‘em are you?”

“Definitely not,” you said as your nose wrinkled in disgust.

He tapped his head with his finger, “not as dumb as I look huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows as he slipped his shoe back on.

“C’mon,” he said offering you his hand, “I’ll steal you an ice cream.”

You scoffed, taken aback, “after I just tried to rob you?”

He rolled his eyes, “the only thing you did was graze my ass,” he winked, “I’d still like to return the favor if you change your mind.”

You shook your head.

He chuckled, “I figured, I do still wanna get you ice cream though.”

“Why?” you asked dumbfounded.

“You’re fun and I like you,” he shrugged, “that seems like reason enough for me.”

“Name’s Paul by the way,” he said as he grasped your hand and pulled you along down the boardwalk.

The two of you stopped in front of an ice cream stand. Paul rested his head on your shoulder. “Can I have my rings back please?”

You blushed, fishing the rings out of your pockets and placing them in his hand.

He cleared his throat.

You gave him his bracelet too.

He slipped them back on like nothing had happened before fishing in his shoe for a fiver and handing it to the lady scooping icecream.

She grimaced before drying it off on her shirt and sticking it in the register.

“Thought you were gonna steal me some ice cream,” you raised an eyebrow.

He winked, “you’re worth the money,” he said handing you a cone.

You blushed, “thank you.”

He took your hand and led you to a bench.

As you sat down, he sat directly beside you, throwing an arm over the back of the bench as you were practically crushed into his side.

“Not enough bench for you,” you teased as you gestured to all the empty space.

He smiled, “I’m comfortable where I am,”

You laughed and licked your ice cream as Paul rambled on about his adventures on the boardwalk.

As he spoke you found yourself enjoying his company. He made you smile and laugh in a way no one else could, his carefree joy was contagious.

As the night continued, the crowd on the boardwalk dwindled till only the two of you were left.

Paul reached out to touch your cheek, “you have some ice cream on your lips,” he leaned in closer, “want me to get it for you?”

Your breath caught as you realized what he was asking, but you leaned in anyway, “yeah, go ahead”

He smiled and gently pressed his lips to yours. You felt your heart leap at how sweet he was as his mouth molded against yours.

Your hands tangled themselves in his blond locks as his tongue slid past your lips.

When you head began to feel fuzzy you pulled back for air.

“I may not let you take my jewelry,” Paul began, “but you can steal all the kisses you want sugar,” he winked.

“Was there ever really any ice cream on my lips,” you laughed.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sure there was at one point…”

You smiled as you pressed your lips against his once more.

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renmackree · 9 months

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Pleasepleasepleaseplease can you just write a LITTLE of the Stiles in Derek's DMs??? I just need something to keep me going while you slowly rip my heart out with other ideas?

I will pay in love?????

Hey Anon, I'm guessing you're talking about this post?

Just for you, ok? :)

Eggs

Butter

Cheese

Look up the percentage of Australia desert for **funsies**

Stiles typed out the list and hit send before sliding his phone back into his jacket pocket. The barista called his name and he scooped the large tray of coffees from the counter with a slight wave and a fiver in the tip jar. Shelly always made sure to add the extra whipped cream on his caramel macchiato frost and that was not to be forgotten.

The Boston air was crisp this morning as he stumbled out of the little coffee shop and towards Roscoe who was parked on the narrow street. While school was in Cambridge, the best coffee was across the river and everyone in his Computational biology department knew it.

Which was why Stiles was always the errand boy.

He put the departments coffees in the little box on the floor of the passenger seat strapping it in so that they would be safe for his long (not so long), arduous (re: three stop lights and a bridge), journey back to MIT.

A ding came from his phone, Stiles groaning loudly as he gripped the steering wheel and shook it in frustration.

"I swear, if it's Lydia changing her order for the seventh time, I'm throwing her Herbal tea into the harbor."

Ha. Boston Harbor. Tea. Stiles was hilarious.

He took another deep breath and opened his phone to see a small notification.

DH: Did you finish your paper on multidisciplinary approach to estimating wolf population size for long-term conservation?

"Huh. Specific..." Stiles had finished that paper a few weeks ago, but had barely made the deadline. He had been about to text Danny that the new AI prototype he had installed on Stiles' phone was whack when he saw the notification came from Instagram, not from M.A.T.T.

Another ping came through.

DH: And why would you need the percentage of Australian Deserts? That seems like a boring thing to spend your free time on.

Stiles' mouth hung open, eyes wide as he realized what was happening. Someone was replying to his DMs on Derek Hale's Instagram. He held his phone out like it was a bomb between thumb and forefinger; an almost whine escaped his mouth.

It had started when he was in High School almost 10 years ago now. One night he had been on an Adderall-Mountain Dew-Jelly Doughnut-Pizza high and decided that the best way to keep all his random thoughts in one place was to use the app that distracted him DAILY as a note system. He had even made a burner account so that he could keep all his random thoughts together.

Only problem was, his little distracted monkey brain had accidently clicked on Derek Hale's DMs rather than his fake account. It was five weeks in when Stiles noticed and at that point it was too late. It wasn't like Derek was going to answer him anyways, he had said on NUMEROUS occasions that social media was not his favorite thing and he only had the account to promote his new movies (which Stiles watched religiously. I Was a Teenaged Mothman was probably the worst and best movie franchise to ever hit the theaters and Derek Hale as Mothman was his every wet dream.)

So, he just continued to use it. Grocery lists, reminders, random thoughts at night, future movie ideas, school assignment ideas, complaints about his stupid roommate back in freshman year - he wrote it all.

And now someone was responding to TEN YEARS of DMs.

Stiles didn't know what he should do. Should he ask if this was actually Derek? No, wait that was stupid. Derek wouldn't actually be handling his social media. He had people. Peoples? Multiple people who could answer this for him.

"Some. of. us. have. hobbies. that. no. one. understands. And. I. need. it. to. win. a. bet." Stiles spoke each words as he typed it, sending the message out before typing another one. "And. yes. I. got. an. A. minus. because. Harris. hates. wolves."

Stiles tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and started driving to campus, mind still reeling that someone would be responding directly to random DMs that made no sense. If Stiles was asking questions about when the next IWATM movie, sure that would be a conversation the PR team might engage in. Not this.

Lydia owes you $40 for Venmo

Stiles decided to ignore it and his phone remained silent the rest of the day.

.o00o.

Call your Dad

Finish your stupid damn thesis or s u f f e r

Don't forget to get tickets.

It had been a week since the strange response to his DM came through, so Stiles assumed it was a fluke. He had tried a new note handling app that Danny had recommended, but a day later he had already started throwing things back into Derek's DMs. Hey, cut him some slack, it was a 10 year habit.

His phone pinged and Stiles' mouth almost fell open again. Another response.

DH: What are you getting tickets for?

This time, Stiles was quick to respond.

SS: I'm going to try and get tickets to the Bruins game tomorrow. Gotta love hockey, am I right?

There was silence on the other side of the screen, Stiles letting out a frustrated sigh. Whoever Derek Hale's Social Media manager was, they picked the weirdest things to respond to.

DH: So not Mothman in Love premier?

Ah. Now he knew what this was. They were trying to see if fans were biting at the newest spin off. Smart marketing.

SS: I already have my tickets for that. Opening night, middle row, got the collector Popcorn bucket on hold too. I know a guy.

The three dots at the bottom of the screen indicated that the person was typing, Stiles wondering if they were going to ask for a quote or a picture for the page from the opening night.

DH: You have appalling taste in movies.

Stiles' mouth dropped open again, his mind running at a million miles a minute and then crashing into a brick wall with the word appalling painted over it.

SS: Excuse me, the Mothman movies are absolute hot trash and I eat them up like greasy diner food. Do not talk about my comfort trash like that.

SS: but they are pretty bad, so I mean. You're not wrong.

And done, there was NO way the Social Media manager would ever EVER respond to a fan who said something like that. He could go back to his note taking life and luckily Derek Hale would never know.

DH: Then why do you watch them?

SS: Because you're a fantastic and sexy actor and if I could I'd lick chocolate off your abs.

His phone pinged.

DH: You're not bad yourself.

HUH.

Stiles was speechless, his eyes reading over the sentence over and over and over again. He opened his Instagram and quickly flipped through the pictures he had. Most were of him with the Lab boys, Lydia was in a lot of them, some of him on vacation in Peru, some with his Dad. Nothing that would ever, EVER scream you're not bad yourself.

SS: wow, maybe you do need those glasses checked? Unless scrawny Computational Biology Doctoral candidates really crank your wheel.

DH: Computational Biology PHD? Big change from the FBI you were originally thinking about.

Stiles sucked his teeth. That was the problem with this dynamic. Stiles had written everything and anything about himself in these DMs and it could be anyone reading it.

SS: Cyber security would have been my downfall if I did FBI clearly, since you know everything and I know nothing about you. I don't even know if you're Actually Derek Sampson Hale.

There was a blip of the three dots and then nothing. Right, Well that was fun while it lasted. Stiles had been about to turn on his Playstation and forget everything when the ping came through.

Instead of a text, there was a picture. Low v-neck, black rimmed glasses, slightly messy hair, beard that looked like it needed to be trimmed, holding a sign that read your turn @StilesisMe.

Derek. Fucking. Hale.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." Stiles scratched the back of his head furriously, throwing the phone on his bed and just circling it like a vulture circling its next meal. "Derek Hale sent you a picture, Derek Hale is reading your shit."

He stopped walking for a moment. "You just told Derek Hale you'd lick chocolate off his abs."

Stiles threw himself on the bed, slamming his head over the pillow at least a dozen times. Finally he grabbed his phone and sent a quick message.

SS: I don't send photos on Insta. Add me on snap if you want. @S.S.Stilinski69420

He waited.

God he waited.

And then the little Ghost of a notification from Snapchat appeared saying Haleofaguy added you as a friend. Stiles felt his fingers freeze as he hovered over the accept. Why, why was Derek Hale the movie star talking to him? Was he bored? Was he lonely?

Stiles remembered an interview once where Derek said he liked talking with people and learning new things, so maybe it was that? Maybe Stiles was just an interesting guy that Derek wanted to know.

No matter what it was, Stiles' insatiable curiosity got the better of him and he needed to know just how far this rabbit hole would go.

He took a minute to find a filter he liked and snapped a pretty unflattering picture of himself with the caption this is what your in for, buckle up Mothboy

Nothing happened, and then snapchat told him Derek Hale saved the picture to their chat and sent one back. It was the most unflattering angle Stiles had ever seen of the actor and he couldn't help but laugh.

It's Mothman

#sterek #welcome to the hale mouth #inbox fanfiction #anon questions #i hope that's ok for you anon?#i was a teenaged mothman

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brown-little-robin · 1 year

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Hi Lockwood & Company Girls! I know I enjoy seeing outsiders' perspectives on things I'm obsessed with, so here, have the POV of Robin, who never heard of this series until a few months ago when y'all got obsessed:

Lockwood & Co. is... a tv show. Based on a book series. The show hasn't caught up yet, which makes you sad.

There's a group of ghost... investigators...? Who wear kinda old-fashioned clothing? I think this might not be set in modern times. I bet this is in the 1900s. That century. (I'm not a historical fashion buff, I dunno sldkfjlskdjf)

The ghost investigators are kind of a disaster trio (quartet?) who have that good good Weird Kids Chemistry.

There's one (1) girl main character and her name is Lucy. Lucy has an important necklace. It is probably cursed because she fainted about it. Y'all seem to really like Lucy. The impression is that she's maybe a little headstrong but also tries her best.

There's a few boy main characters. One of them is George. I actually can recognize George by face; he's uhhh not white? I think? Anyway, he has a nice round face and he's a little insane. He's... comic relief? He really likes Lucy, I hope platonically (I adore a good platonic weirdguy/weirdgirl friendship) but whatever. I think if I was watching the show, George might be my favorite. He gives Stiles Stilinski vibes: seems like the Sane OneTM except for when he's doing the crazy board conspiracy thing.

A lot of people have a crush on a guy called Kipps. ??? Apparently it takes a while to warm up to him? I get the feeling that he might be kind of mean or distant at first. I'd give him a fair shot if I was watching the show. We love a good prickly character who eventually gets better.

There's a character with terminal Tired Raccoon Eyes. He looks like a languishing poet and I love him. Cold wet kitten on the unforgiving city streets. I feel like he should be some kind of doomed prophet but maybe I'm just associating him with Fiver Watership Down too much.

The group.... lives together? In an old house? Maybe? Are they actually a found family, or is that just the vibe I'm getting? I think they're all human, no magical or supernatural powers, but I'd love it if they did have powers 👀👀👀

Feel free to tell me if I'm right or wrong about this stuff!

#Lockwood & Co.

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parragone · 1 year

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anyway, since my blog is for me and I can technically talk about whatever the hell I want, I'm gonna ramble about my favorite ships and non-ships in a series i'm gonna call 'on the job brainrot rambles'

so, i guess, ramble 1/? under the cut

thatcher and mute, dad and son, with mentions of the other SAS and Thermite later on

okay so yes i literally took the "thatcher is reluctantly defensive of mute" line and ran with it but who the fuck is gonna stop me? ubisoft? they wish

But no, really, they mean a lot to me. Mute being too young for what he has to do and Thatcher being jaded toward it. The idea of Thatcher becoming reluctantly defensive of Mute because Mute reminds him of himself when he was a thousand lifetimes younger. Thatcher hating the fact Mute is so young because he knows damn well and good the government only tagged a kid that young because it's easier to keep track of a dangerous asset if said asset is in an already small population.

The idea of Thatcher being the source of Mute's nickname because he watched this teenager clam up harder than trained soldiers during interrogation training. Called him Mute as a joke, but it stuck, because the kid wouldn't give a damn word to the agents working with him besides his name, rank, birth date, and serial number. Didn't matter what he asked, what was threatened, what was done to him, the kid wouldn't react, and it both impressed and worried the old man.

The idea of Mute reluctantly bonding to Thatcher because the man continues to be a mentor figure and look out for him. Probably one of the most stable mentor figures in his life, given how quickly he flew through academics and how quickly he was passed around jobs. He hated it at first because Thatcher seemed to dismiss him, or at least that's how he took it, until he realized Thatcher was only trying to help him not fuck up.

The quiet way Mute lowered a wall to let Thatcher in by asking him to review a plan or asking for feedback on a concept for R&D. The quieter way Thatcher lowered his by taking the kid fishing.

The first time Thatcher bit someone's head of for dismissing Mute due to age or lack of experience, because Mute's still an expert in his field even if he was still learning how to operate in a high stakes situation.

The concept of Mute being the one to develop Thatcher's grenades as a bit of a joke initially, but Thatcher loved the damn things so he ended up making them more efficient and effective for the field.

The idea of Thatcher giving Sledge shit for calling Mute Fiver all the damn time because he's already got a call sign, but agreeing that the similarities are uncanny. Joking that Mute would be a good rabbit if only for the fact he's so quick to adapt.

Thatcher being there for Mute the first time the boy has to kill an enemy because he knew damn well that the kid wasn't going to process it well. Thatcher being there when Mute ends up favoring the shotgun and understanding why.

Mute being there for Thatcher when the man has a god damn crisis over his sexuality in his 50s. Helping his mentor process his emotions, sharing the LGBT+ materials he has access to, jokingly ribbing on Thatcher's taste in men [ "who knew that you'd like someone as old fashioned as you?" "he isn't old fashioned." "dynamite's pretty old fashioned..." ].

Them being there for each other. Confidants. Friends. Thatcher being an almost-father to Mute, not that Mute would ever admit that. Thatcher being one of the few people Mute trusts with his access codes, one of the very few people who knows anything of value about him - anything about his home life, his history, the things he really enjoys - for years.

Thatcher threatening to beat the stuffing out of Smoke if he hurts the kid. The long conversation in which Smoke explains that he's fairly certain he's not Mute's end-all partner, but he's happy to be someone safe for Mute to figure himself out with, and Thatcher concedes that it's better to learn with someone he can trust than some civilian from a bar.

Mute being the one to get Thatcher to go on a date with Thermite. After months of working through internalized homophobia and processing that he might, in fact, be bi.

And, at least in my personal canon? Thatcher being there when Mute inevitably gets another PhD. Being where his parents never were in the audience when he walks to accept the diploma. Of course, neither of them are going to talk about how much the other means to them, but a quiet hug says more than anything either of them could say.

They just mean a lot to me.

#thatcher #mute #r6s #rainbow 6 siege #i guess this counts as found family #give me more of thatcher being a begrudging dad #parragone's emotional fanon rambles

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malamai · 9 months

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Tonight we went out as a family for a nice meal. It was legitimately the only time any of us have all looked presentable enough to go do anything together all week! 😂

The furthest I have been is to see my brother while my parents are on holiday because last week they spontaneously decided to fly off to Greece! We also hadn't gone far because we thought our car had broken but no, there was nothing wrong with it and Lee's brother let us know that information today after checking it. Typically this wasn't the best time for that to happen because we are also currently doing a travel diary each (the kids included) for the department of transport in the government. (Don't ask me how I ended up doing this because I don't even know 😂) but we fill these diary entries in anytime we walk anywhere, we say what for and how long, how many miles ect... and we get a fiver each so its a sweet deal considering its a 2 minute jot down on some paper once a day!

So anyway moving back from my sudden tangent about travel, the meal was lovely, we all had a nice time, we were in major food coma mode when we arrived back! I love how the boys look happy and normal in their photos and then there is just me and Aura, the weirdo women! 😂

#mumblr #mom blog #parenting #momblr #mom blogger #parent #malamaii #malamai #cute kids #humblr

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jeeperso · 1 year

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D&D Quotes Without Context

The Revenge of CHAOTICA!, episode 7

Cryonax: "Cower mortals, pray futilely to the dying sun as you....why is there a screaming flammable lesbian hurtling towards me?” Nima: “Oh that's just Jonni. She's gonna kick your ass. I'M NOT A PART OF THIS, BY TH WAY; I'M JUST HERE FOR EGGNOG.” Jonni: “I AM FIRE AND FUCKING INCARNATE!” Cryonax: “Is that why you are wearing the poncho?” Nima: “Yep. I'm in the splash zone.” Cryonax: “Where is…" Nima: “EVERYWHERE. IS. THE SPLASH ZONE.” "Good news we saved the money. And about four pounds of the white stuff. So you know, Space Christmas is saved.” "Well I mean we're here anyway may as well, anything to put off the mission from the giant space turtle.” Thunderchild: “No, no, she has a point. Sometimes being obnoxious is an excellent way to get people to ignore or leave you alone.” “I can see the zipper.” “To be fair, these people will be very drunk.” Moonpaw: "I can do 'not talking'. Did it for most of my life.” GM: There are Kenku and Aracokra also native to the planet. The owls just named it that cause they have lasers. “Aight. Welcome to BigBirdBurg.” "Ah the big city." Fiver takes a deep breath then immediately regrets it. *cough cough* "Oh boy, welcome to flavor country.” Robbins: “It-stimulates-your-T-Zone-doesn’t-it?" "Come-on! Lets-try-the-famous-BigBirdBurgBoozeBuckets!” OOC: (Buying bling is a form of laundering) OOC: We're paying cash. No paper trail. OOC2: No Imperi-Owl entanglements. Robbins; “We'll-stow-it-somewhere. No-one-reads-the-manual. They-just-call-help-support-and-be-angry.” GM: You can pick up some Mexican Owl Food to go. OOC: Tacowl Bell. "Yum, small rodents.” “Hmmmm…. This is good. You can really taste the cilantro and vole.” “So, let me talk to my contact; you all just try not to start a fight. If I start a fight, knock everyone out.” "That does it. Oh Mistress Jonni, lead me your power. Form blazing sword!” To add to the illusion Fiver uses thaumaturgy to add some appropriate latin chanting in the background. "IGNITIUOUS! PUSSY EATIUS!!! TITTIUS!” "Well congrats Amber, I've never seen someone start a bar fight stone sober before.” Trunky Kool-aid man’s through the wall and through the mob skidding to a halt. Fiver: “I once knew a Warforged Bard named Gender. They were a social construct.” GM: Next time, Metal Gear Metal Shed! OOC: Well, Sugar Plum is part of the Sugar Plum fairies, an elite organization of detectives for the North Pole. Her mother named her for the job she hoped she would get. OOC2: Ah: Equestria Rules.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #Revenge of CHAOTICA!

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i get it, but i wasn't really feeling up to it... maybe it's just me being silly but after everything that happened last month i dont really think i have that energy. im just emtionally drained and need relaxation... i doubt he would know about it anyways. i think machete always thinks twice about what he did, in a way. maybe he's at that sticky place that i am where its not like you couldnt care less, but you dont really care. he probably liked me, but likes his gf more 🤷‍♀️

couldn't agree more! i think it's frustrating, but blowing people alway with intelligence is one of my forte's and what drew most of his friends to me - i'm good friends with them (more to his vexation tee hee! it was a happy accident, i didnt do it on purpose tho)

luck you! i don't, hence i stick to tried and tested... i could never throw something out but i could never spend a fiver on a drink, either XD

yes, im so sorry, i was just really frustrated and upset about those chicks. that's good advice, thank you! i want to wallow but the diary thing has been over for ages and honestly im not going to let that girl of all people walk over me

yeah i will never understand boys especially not high school boys but his brain is definitely on a different wave-length than yours 🙄 so yeah, he probably thought you were cute/intriguing but didn’t have a strong enough feeling about it to mess things up with his gf

but i do feel u about people being rude. social stuff is HARD. i’m kind of having a shit day w/ social stuff as well, and i’m telling u, the only way thru it is to rest and cry and feel the feeling and then push it aside and try to be as confident as you can ❤️ good luck

#answered asks

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dynmghts · 3 months

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TRANSMISSION FROM @goresugars : 💌 - slides this and 5 dollars over TRANSMISSION ENDED / POSITIVITY TRAIN , ACCEPTING .

SALT SALT SALT SALT i am very glad u sent this in let's go ... but first take the fiver back, i would talk about u and ur blog without it

what i like about your blog: honestly, i love the simplicity you have for your entire blog, while still capturing that sort of spooky vibe that matches the majority of your muses. i think it's awesome that you don't need to do anything fancy for your icons, because simple is sometimes better (it's kinda funny every time i say this bc of what my icon psd looks like). and honestly, i can't pass up your url. it's iconic. if any other blogs pop up with "sugars" at the end like yours, i immediately assume it's you, because i think that it's just a part of your brand. for real, rock that brand!

what i like about your character(s): it'd be a bit of a missed opportunity not to mention your own explodey blond boy, deidara. now i have NOT watched much shippuden yet - being away from home has affected that - but the screentime i've seen from him has given me true insight into why you love him as a muse so much. you've talked me through what you've done differently to canon (which is apparently a common occurrence for naruto in general, and i already can see why LOL), showed me his little tics and habits, and i've even had katsuki briefly interact with him as a fellow explodey blond on the other side... i sometimes see posts from you set in the naruto universe with him, and i can't help but marvel at how you've captured his character in a way that does him more justice than kishi did!

and OF COURSE, we HAVE to talk about your ocs. akihiro and katsuki haven't officially interacted on our blogs yet, but we did briefly discuss it in discord, and how aki would just reaffirm katsuki to be as unapologetically himself as humanly possible. which katsuki was going to do anyway, but it helps to have someone in his corner about it LMAO. i love the idea of aki and his band backing up dynamight as a sponsor and supporter, which then leads to collaborative marketing, and from there, katsuki inadvertently becomes a leader in individuality. all through the vkei genre.

then there's the best boy daiki, which we have a whole au where he gets adopted into the bakugou family after he and katsuki got along and katsuki's parents decided to provide some stability... well, as much as you can get in the bakugou household. these two are the best of friends and best of brothers, even when they collide with each other, but that's what makes them so fun to talk about? i just love the entire dynamic we've built for them around that concept. and eventually, daiki is gonna have to drag his adoptive family to meet his extended family in europe, because it's going to be fun watching poor katsuki out of his ELEMENT the entire time.

what i like about you in general: salt, bestie, you are the life of the party. you rock up in my discord like "HEY LOOK" and i sit there bouncing off my walls like a feral cat because you thought about showing me, completely unprompted, and i fucking love it. we just have so many thoughts and so many ideas about katsuki with a bunch of your muses and when the ball's rolling, we're bouncing around like a pinball machine. i know i need to be a lil more consistent with messages but you've been patient with me too and thank you so much for that <3 here's to all the more shenanigans with katsuki and your muses!

#goresugars #💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ i. out.#/ and don't u forget that i adore ur thoughts gimme all of em

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avengingmariner · 6 months

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Dear Yuletide Writer:

this is my first yuletide and I'm so excited!! and nervous! I hope you have fun with these prompts, but of course they are just suggestions so follow your heart

Likes: porn WITH plot, off the wall humor, angst, tragedy, ambiguous endings, morally ambiguous characters, well choreographed fight scenes, bdsm, dub/noncon, gratuitous descriptions of food, plot twists, literary references, monsterfucking, a Hope Spot in tragedy, religious angst, Daddy Issues

DNW: omegaverse, fluff, soulmate aus, underage sex, mpreg, suicidality, my biggest squick is maggots and I doubt that would come up but there it is anyway.

For all of these requests, the writer may use any combination of characters at their own discretion as fits the story needs.

Fandoms:

Temeraire- Naomi Novik:

Requested Characters:

William Laurence

John Granby

Temeraire

Napoleon (yes that Napoleon)

prompt:

This is a new fandom for me but now I'm obsessed. Temeraire is my most favoritest dragon and my precious babey boy.

ok listen. you must put my man laurence in A Situation. the more uncomfortable/awkward/awful for him the better tbh. I just need him to suffer a little. or at least be mildly inconvenienced. if you want to crazy Napoleon/Laurence is a good and beautiful fucked up ship. and temeraire/laurence tbh like. It’s total crack but also kind of cute in a weird way. and granby/laurence. that man is so shippable I'd ship him with a clone of himself.

but it doesn't have to be shippy if that

or maybe do some time bending so Temeraire can try American junk food. like anything flavor blasted.

Watership Down- Richard Adams:

Requested Characters:

Fiver

The Black Rabbit of Inle

General Woudwart

El-ahrairah

I've been obsessed with this book since I was in third grade when I read it after my mom accidently got the movie from on vhs from the library because it had cute bunnies on the cover.

i need some sweet sweet el-ahrairah lore. what kind of el-ahrairah stories do they tell in Efrafa? How does Woundwart twist their sacred stories to his needs? or maybe send woundwort on a journey through the rabbit underworld to meet the black rabbit. or maybe give fiver visions of death. or maybe the specter of woundwort is haunting fiver's dreams (or his real life). How does Fiver cope after Hazel dies? What other visions does he have? feel free to throw in any random side characters if you feel so led.

Ancillary Trilogy- Anne Leckie:

Requested Characters:

Translator Dlique

Tisarwat

Justice of Toren One Esk/Breq

Seivarden Vendaai

This one is near and dear to my heart. I listened to all the audiobooks when I was going through a super bad depression so it's like, a part of my soul.

Super into Breqvarden. But also I'd love if you dug into Seivarden's history more. Like what is the family drama going on in House Vendaai? Or maybe some Tisarwat angst. Or Dlique being weird and off-putting. Or like, generally Silly Space Sitcom Shenanigans. Or some extremely dark Justice of Toren/baby captain!Seivarden era ship stuff (bonus points if present!Seivarden is feeling Some Type of Way about it). Or throw all the characters in a tiny spaceship on a Road Trip From Hell. I'd prefer if it were Seivarden heavy in general, she is my trash wife

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jrpneblog · 2 years

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We are the Gentry

With the twenty third and final away league game of the season comes Gentry Day and all that goes with it. Although no one is to blame (except probably the EFL fixtures computer) it just seems like the stars have conspired against us on our annual day of remembrance. A 12:30pm kick off in South Yorkshire and the local plod seeming to do everythiong within its power to dissuade North End fans from travelling to Oakwell on Saturday. Local pubs not welcoming away fans which seems mighty strange looking at the very small home attendance the Tykes had against the Donkey Lashers the other evening. Barnsley are already relegated and even if they werent this is not a fixture with a high potential for trouble in my opinion. Anyway rant over and lets just hope the boys can turn up and make some small amends for the demolition derby witnessed at Deepdale on Monday evening against Blackburn Rovers.

Reflecting on the events of Monday and it was clear from the first kick of the ball that one side wanted to win the game and another had just turned up to make the numbers up. Make no mistake this was as bad as North End have been all season and while I understand the end of season thoughts in the players minds it beggars belief that so many could have such a bad game all at the same time. Alan Browne has come out and said it is simply not good enough and has reflected on his own performance over the season. Fair play to the Captain for doing that but it is only a card you can play once just like the money back initiative after the horror show at Luton. To concede four was poor in the extreme but all credit to Rovers who were well up for it and played some pretty decent football in the process. Three defeats out of four in derby games this season does not sit well with the fans but I guess there is some mitigation with the change of manager - just don`t let happen next season when there are likely to be eight local derby days two of which could be Everton.

So we move to Oakwell on Saturday and on the field North End will be looking to recoup some of the fans faith by taking all three points against a side already with the league one road map out. Ryan Lowe must be really tempted to make some wholesale changes and give youth its head but in the cold light of day a scrappy 1-0 win is probably better that the young lads getting a thumping and knocking their confidence. I understand, entirely, those fans who say play the kids and perhaps the manager might give O`Neill a game and put young Bennett on the bench, we will have to wait and see. Off the field there will be an abundance of Bowler Hats, flags and assorted other regalia as we pay homage to those no longer with us in our own unique way. Gentry Day is a fantastic occasion and one which is unique to North End. I suppose the beer consumption will be slightly lower this year than in previous years but make no mistake if the sun is shining and the boys do their stuff out on the pitch it will still be a day to remember and an experience I hope Ryan Lowe and his new staff will engage in to the full. I`m going for a 3-0 win for North End and and Gallon of Boddingtons Bitter to enhance the occasion.

And finally this week:- On Sunday afternoon a Preston North End Legends Team will play Bamber Bridge Vets in a charity game for St Catherines at Irongate, Bamber Bridge 2:00ko. Entrance to the game is via your own donation on the gate but I think at least a fiver would be appropriate for adults for this most worthy cause. It promises to be a fabulous afternoon with Nugent, Fuller, McKenna, Mawene and Gallagher just some of the names lining up for the PNE Legends. No doubt the Brig Vets will be all out to turn North End over and if you are looking for a value for money afternoon with the family and maybe get a few pics with some North End greats of the 21st century then get down to Irongate on this Bank Holiday Sunday for what should be a great afternoon.

JR`s HIGH FIVES

Preston to beat Barnsley 6/5

A £5 Stake returns £11.00 on bet365

SEASONS STATS

Returns £212.63 Stake £185.00

percentage +profit/-loss + 14.94%

Predictions 37 won 20 lost 17

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Paul and Fishy: True Love’s Fish

Here’s my little early Valentine’s Day gift to y’all❤️ hope you enjoy this!

(Also big s/o to all my Fishy fans, he loves y’all too, he told me😤)

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Paul strutted down the boardwalk with Fishy in tow. After months of begging, Paul had finally agreed to take him along on the boys’ infamous nightly visits. Paul had flown to the boardwalk, forgoing his bike for the night, and all the boys had been recruited to help keep Fishy safe.

When they had protested, Dwayne had mentioned that if they didn’t agree to protect the goldfish, there was a real possibility the car could go missing again.

David had lifted some bubble wrap from the post office, and wrapped a layer around Fishy’s bowl. Marko held it, his hands generally much steadier than Paul’s, as they walked past the stands where vendors tried to push their rigged games on unwitting tourists. Fishy swam in circles contentedly, happy to be let into this part of Paul’s life.

Paul smiled as he walked next to Fishy, pointing out all the boys’ favorite places to the excited goldfish. Fishy blinked and bubbled back to all Paul’s rambling, until he caught sight of something that made him freeze.

“…and that’s why we can’t go on the carousel anymore. Shame really, best place to pick up babes, you tell ‘em, ‘you look good riding that horse baby, but you’d look better riding me!’” Paul said, laughing at his own joke.

When he was met with silence, Paul’s brow furrowed. “Hey Fishy,” Paul said waving his hand in front of Fishy’s bowl, Marko rolling his eyes as he watched, “did you get it? Because you ride horses on a carousel? This is like, my best stuff bud!” Paul looked at Fishy concerned.

The goldfish usually would have humored Paul, but he was entranced, staring at one particular stand. Paul looked to follow Fishy’s line of sight until he too was looking at another goldfish, a prize for one of the games.

Paul gasped in surprise, “Fishy! You’re more dog than fish right now dude! She looks like she totally digs you!”

Paul was right, the other Fish returned Fishy’s soulful gaze, seemingly as transfixed as he was. Paul glanced back and forth between Fishy and the goldfish in the stands. He sighed.

Paul thought about how Fishy had listened to him talk through every silly little fight he had with his three, devilishly attractive, boyfriends. How Fishy had spent many a night in Marko’s room because Paul had brought home someone to…keep him company. Fishy has always been a good friend to Paul when it came to his love life.

Paul looked down at the cash in his pocket and knew what he had to do. It was time to return the favor.

“C’mon Marko,” Paul commanded, “we’ve gotta see a man about a fish.”

Marko groaned, but followed Paul anyway, carrying Fishy with him.

Paul walked up to the booth that housed Fishy’s mate and handed the vendor five bucks, “three baseballs please.” Paul asked with a smile on his face.

The vender nodded and handed the blond vampire the baseballs.

Paul wound up and tossed the first one at a tower of bottles. He missed. ‘No problem,’ he thought, ‘I’ve still got two.’

After he failed to even get close to the bottles with his other two tosses, his smile faltered. This was going to be harder than he thought…

Fifteen balls later, Paul was down to his last fiver, which he slammed down onto the counter with gusto. “I’ll take three more balls,” he spoke while glaring at the booth’s vendor. Marko sighed, still holding Fishy’s bowl tightly in his arms. Paul turned back to shoot Marko a pointed look.

“This is serious Mark,” Paul spit, “do you want Fishy to die alone???”

Fishy blinked.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I’m just stressed,” Paul replied, “I’m gonna do this for you I promise! You’re my best friend and you deserve to be happy.”

Marko made a disgusted face, “your best friend?” He asked.

“You’re my best BOYfriend,” Paul said back, “don’t tell the others,” he whispered.

Paul turned back to the game stand vendor, who looked genuinely confused at the bizarre conversation. “Balls” Paul demanded. Marko stifled a laugh while the vendor placed the baseballs in Paul’s hand.

Paul wound up and threw the first ball. He missed. He would up again and threw the second ball. Missed again. Paul took his last ball and brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss. “Please,” he whispered to the ball, “let me do this for my friend, please.” He all but prayed, his eyes closed and brow furrowed.

Paul wound up once more and threw his last ball, holding his breath as it whizzed through the air.

Paul, Marko, and Fishy watched as the ball collided with the tower of bottles. The force from the baseball sent bottles flying until there was just one left, rocking back and forth on the ledge. Paul was shaking from anticipation begging for the bottle to just fall already.

In a last ditch effort, he blew softly at the bottle while the vendor’s back was turned. The bottle rocked one last time before clattering to the ground with a bang. Paul had won.

Paul jumped up and down with excitement, Fishy wiggled his fins with joy, Marko gasped in disbelief, and the vendor rolled his eyes apathetically.

“I did it Fishy!” Paul exclaimed, “now you can be with your soulmate!”

Fishy blinked rapidly.

“Geez calm down bud,” he told Fishy, “you don’t wanna look tooooo eager in front of the ladies.”

Fishy blinked.

“Smooth,” Paul said, winking at him.

Fishy let out three bubbles as he stared affectionately at the other Fish. As she looked into his eyes deeply, the fish let out three bubbles back. Paul gasped, “she really is the one!” He exclaimed. Fishy turned to blink at him in affirmation.

The vendor handed Paul the bag containing the goldfish which he subsequently poured into Fishy’s bowl with him. The two fish swam in circles around each other, obviously excited to be together. Paul looked on smiling, “I think I’ll call her Goldy,” he said happily, as Marko pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Paul reclined on his bed with Goldy and Fishy’s bowl in his lap. He smiled down at them as he watched them blink to each other.

After awhile, Fishy looked up and blinked at Paul.

“Oh! My bad you guys!” Paul said, “I’ll just uh- I’ll get out of your way.”

Paul placed the fishbowl on top of his bedside table and left the room to go into the lobby. But before he did, he turned back one more time, while he couldn’t be absolutely sure, he seemed to have caught sight of the fish sharing a sweet kiss.

Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye he whispered, “that’s my boy,” his voice full of pride for his best friend.

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