#plus I don’t have any in my house rn

[fellowshipofthenoodles]

Reminder to everyone that uses a sand/soil mix as substrate for their reptiles to very carefully check through as you’re mixing 😐

I don’t even know if this came from the soil or sand. I’m inclined to think soil, but I genuinely do not know.

#psa #nearly enough to make me angrily switch back to lignocel but I really don’t want to ugh #plus I don’t have any in my house rn #Jesus fuck #know what would be great? your snake being fucking gutted on their substrate

[luxeslore]

DILF!simon is rotting my brain rn and i need more<3

consider this a follow-up to this post.

18+ CONTENT, MDNI -> themes & warnings: f!reader, heavier / plus sized!reader, mentions of weight gain, pregnancy + parenthood, simon is a handsy pervert (out of love) in every scenario, some sneaky bathroom sex.

many grueling months fly by and as expected, a baby is born. and yes— as cliché as it may sound, everyone and their literal mothers were right when they said all the discomfort and fussing would be worth it the second you see your pudgy, bundle of joy. a baby girl with wispy blonde hair and a scowl that could rival her father’s any day. she’s perfect. the spitting image of all the best parts of you and simon combined and oh, you’re crying again just thinking of it.

your shared world becomes a whirlwind of bottles and pacifiers and diapers, and neither of you would trade it for anything ever. not even simon who’s sure that your beautiful but screaming baby is definitely helping him go grey quicker as more time passes. until she’s eight months and mostly babbling instead of screeching— has rolls of fat on her arms and legs leading up to her tiny hands and feet, shiny eyes, and cheeks that make your hearts melt into puddles. again, she’s perfect. your whole family agrees, too.

as simon says, your whole entire fuckin’ family— he wasn’t too happy when they shared they’d be visiting. mostly because you already have too much to worry about and now being a pretty, little host is thrown into the mix. you don’t seem to mind much as you walk around the get together with the baby on your hip, checking on everyone to see if they’ve helped themselves to enough food while your baby giggles along. his two sweet girls.

“thought i’d never catch up t’you,” he gruffs behind you.

you hear the sound of him placing his can of beer down on the kitchen counter and before you can move on your feet to grab another out of fridge for him, he stops you.

“enough,” it’s not harsh. it’s breathy and amused— “just relax for a second, mumma. everyone’s fine, babygirl’s with your mum. breathe.”

breathe. maybe you forgot how to do that today.

at that, you melt against simon. you rest your dewy forehead against the stone wall of his chest and he’s quick to pat your head, to trail a hand down your back in a soothing caress. he doesn’t mean to reach the hem of your sundress. just happens naturally, and so does the way he grabs up your thighs that have gotten deliciously plump under the stresses of motherhood. filled you out in all the right places that he already loved so much. he could haul you up and have you right there— “simon, we can’t.”

“think we can do whatever we want in our house, dollie.”

you hate when he’s right, and you hate how you let him yank you into the bathroom down the hall of all places. the click of the lock makes whatever anxiety hanging around in your chest finally dissipate. you’re hoisted up onto the sink before you can bat your lashes at simon, and the next second you’re wrapped up in a nasty kiss he places on your lips. it’s nearly all tongue as you whimper into his mouth, tugging at his shirt while his own hands make quick work of your dress.

the material becomes bunched up around your squeezable waist, exposing your comfy panties to simon and leaving you half bare— “we’ve gotten too comfortable with quickies,” you cant help but whine the words out.

you miss the days of him laying you down and making you cum until you just can’t take it anymore, and vice versa.

“i know, i know,” he attempts to soothe you through sweet, rough kisses. “gonna take good care of you soon, promise.”

you nod along to his words. only to softly gasp when he finally pulls your undies to the side.

simon always takes a second to play with your pretty cunt, rubbing a thumb through your messy folds and circling your clit how you like it. loves to watch your thighs lock up and hear you squeal his name like you used to when you first started dating— some things will never change no matter how settled down you two are. his cock aches in his jeans as you pussy drools around nothing. you’re about to open your mouth, about to tell him you both need to hurry.

but he’s already unbuckling his belt, eager to make you forget that there’s other people in the house aside from you two for even a few minutes.

#simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #⌨️.luxe's writing

[frracturedjaw]

Can you do the sleeping with not pants hcs for Ghostface and Brahms? I think it's a nice idea since I just sleep in my underwear or in that and a hoodie if its cold like rn. Plus I love those dorks

Thank you!!

warning(s): mildly suggestive

a/n: u didn’t mention which ghostface, so i just did billy and stu because i love them <3 again sorry this took absurdly long

billy loomis + stu macher

* they’re normally very relaxed about clothes when you’re alone in the house together, especially during movie nights

* (stu in particular is absolutely the type to walk around in just his undies, so you’re probably matching. might buy you matching couples underpants just to piss off billy.)

* it only becomes different when you’re asleep, curled up on the couch between them

* stu wants to put whipped cream in your hand, draw goofy shit on your face with a marker, etc

* billy’s the one with the interesting ideas, though.

* disappears upstairs, only to return a moment later with his film camera. he’s a little freak, but he also loves himself some physical media. wants to keep a memento of that sweet butt

* of course, they turn down the volume on the movie and grab a spare blanket to drape around your shoulders so you don’t get cold. but not before sneaking a few creepshots.

* it’s unlikely you’ll find them, probably stashed away in one of their closets or tucked into a wallet. maybe in a conspicuous shoebox filled with their ghostface gear. who knows?

* until then, though, you remain sandwiched snugly between them until they also fall asleep on the couch and tangle you into their cuddle pile.

brahms heelshire

* PISSED!! you fell asleep before tucking him in?? or giving him his goodnight kiss??!! appalling!!!!

* AND in your underwear?? you fall asleep when you could be getting dicked down?? how could this get any worse!!

* he’s inches away from shouting you awake in the most piercing boy voice he can muster before he’s struck by something

* it occurs to him — for the first time in a considerably long time — that he likes seeing you resting.

* he’s absolutely going to hold this against you in the future, probably to get double dessert or something of that nature,

* but for now, he diverts his attention to scuttling around the house looking for comfy things. blankets, pillows, his cardigans, some stuffed animals, spare sheets, anything he can lay hand on.

* returns to where you’ve fallen asleep and starts constructing. layering sweaters over top of you. planting pillows around you, under your head, against your back, everywhere. draping blankets all over you, picking the softest ones to go against your skin and the thicker ones on top.

* his process is so particular, if you were awake to see it, you might have guessed he’s done this before for himself.

* then, finally, he burrows in beside you. he’s left just enough room to curl around you, drawing you close to himself.

* gives you a kiss on the forehead before falling soundly asleep.

#slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader

[chelseachilly]

do you want to build a snowman?

pairing: reader x ben chilwell request: "ok so you and ben have a daughter around 3 or 4 and its her first time seeing snow so they take her outside to build a snowman :)" - anonymous warnings: fluffff, dad!ben word count: 2k

author’s note: thanks for all the requests!! i'm really getting in the flow of writing rn (and inspired by the holidays) so i'm going to do my best to write as many of them as i can! ❄️

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“Is Daddy gonna be home soon?”

It’s not the first - or the second, or the fifth - time your daughter has asked this question since she woke up this morning. 

Ben left for training shortly before 8, and neither you nor your daughter Sophie were awake yet. You could’ve happily slept a few more hours, but Sophie woke you up not long after to excitedly announce that it had snowed overnight.

In her four years of life, your daughter has never seen a significant amount of snow, at least that she can recall. It snowed quite a bit on her first Christmas, but she was far too little to remember that, and since then there’s been nothing but a few flurries here and there or a light dusting on the rooftops.

She’s quite fascinated by the concept from watching movies and TV shows featuring winter activities and is currently deep in a Frozen phase, which means she’s obsessed with the idea of building a snowman. 

Over the past month as the weather got colder, you and Ben had tried to keep her expectations low as you weren’t sure you would get enough snow to make this dream a reality. You could tell it was killing Ben to disappoint her - he hates denying his little girl anything - and a few nights ago you caught him looking into booking a holiday to Switzerland or Finland or anywhere she would be guaranteed some snow.

Thankfully, today her prayers were answered, and you were fully prepared to bundle up and go outside with her before you even had your coffee, but she insisted on waiting for Ben. It was their plan to build the snowman together, Sophie told you, and she stuck to her decision even when you reminded her he wouldn’t be home for hours.

It‘s been pretty adorable watching her anxiously await her dad’s return all morning, pacing around the house and checking for his car in the driveway often. You can tell how badly she wants to go out and play in the glistening white snow, and the remarkable restraint she’s showing is a testament to how much of a daddy’s girl she is. 

“Not too much longer, sweetheart,” you assure her as you beckon her to come cuddle with you on the couch where you’re doing a bit of work on your laptop. “He texted a while ago and said he’ll be here as soon as he can.”

“Alright,” Sophie sighs. “Can you put on Frozen?”

You’ve watched this movie more times than you can count lately, and once already today, but you remind yourself that you signed up for this when you chose to be a parent as you’re queuing up Disney Plus once again. 

Later, when you’re nearing the end of the film and you’ve given up on doing any more work as long as your daughter is screaming the lyrics to each song, you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. 

“Daddy!”

The movie is quickly abandoned as Sophie darts toward the foyer to greet Ben. You’re not too far behind her, though by the time you reach them she’s already in her dad’s arms.

“Daddy, it snowed!” Sophie exclaims, her little arms wrapped around Ben’s neck. “We have to build a snowman!”

“I know, darling,” Ben laughs, giving Sophie another squeeze before gently setting her down. “Why don’t you go get your coat on while I say hello to Mummy?”

Sophie nods and eagerly runs toward the closet to fetch her winter coat. As Ben drops his bag and makes his way over to you, you can see how tired he is from training. When he cups your face to give you a kiss, you can tell he’s also freezing. 

“How was training, baby?” you murmur, placing your hands on his to warm them up. 

“Cold,” Ben sighs. “Forgot how brutal it is training in the snow. I’m glad the gaffer let us go home early, though.”

“You and me both,” you smile, leaning in to kiss him again. “Maybe you should warm up a bit before going out to play with Soph?”

“No, she’s been waiting for me all day,” Ben says. “I’ll be fine.”

You know there’s no changing his mind, especially when Sophie comes running back into the room in her adorable little puffer jacket that nearly swallows her whole. You help her zip it up and grab mittens, a scarf and a hat to keep her warm, as well as some for you and Ben. 

Once you’re all ready to face the cold, you head out to the garden together. You and Ben have matching grins on your faces as you watch Sophie excitedly run through the snow for the first time, a core childhood memory being created right before your eyes. 

She gets to work right away on her snowman, rolling the snowball she’s formed as long as she can before it gets too heavy for her and she has to accept Ben’s help. 

You join in on their efforts, occasionally taking a break to take some photos of your daughter and husband that you already know are going to be your new phone background.

After some hard work - certainly for a four year old - the snowman is completed with a carrot nose and hat that you had prepared just for this occasion. 

“He looks great, Sophie!” you exclaim. “What’s his name? Olaf?”

Despite it being a fairly safe guess, Sophie looks at you like you have two heads.

“No, Mummy, Olaf doesn’t have a hat,” she reminds you very matter-of-factly. “His name is Tom.”

“Like Uncle Tom?” Ben chuckles, referring to his best friend and her godfather.

Sophie seems to contemplate this for a moment before shaking her head.

“No, because I want him to be Tom.”

You and Ben look at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. You both blame your daughter’s stubbornness on each other, though deep down you know it’s from both of you, but at times like this it’s both hilarious and adorable. 

“Fair enough, sweetie,” you say, bending down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Now, I think some hot chocolate is in order. Ready to go in?”

“No, we have to make snow angels!”

Of course, this was another activity she had seen in films that she was dying to try for herself. 

“Alright,” you chuckle. “Why don’t we make snow angels while Daddy goes and warms up? He’s been out in the snow all day.”

The pout on Sophie’s face quickly tells you that she is not happy with this plan, and Ben swoops in before you can say anything else.

“I think I have a few snow angels left in me,” he smiles, picking Sophie up and balancing her on his hip. “Babe, can you start the hot chocolate while we finish up here?”

You raise an eyebrow at your husband but accept his proposal nonetheless, placing a quick kiss on both his and Sophie’s cheeks before heading inside. 

As you’re warming up the milk on the stovetop, you look out the window where Ben and Sophie are still playing, her excited giggles loud enough that you can hear her through the windowpane. 

Your heart is threatening to burst from the sweet scene, overflowing with love for your daughter and admiration for your amazing husband. No matter how tired he is from training, if he’s upset about a loss or injured or anything else, he always steps up for Sophie. You’ve known since you met him that he would be a great dad, but ever since you became parents, he’s continued to exceed your expectations.

Just as you’re pouring three steaming mugs of hot chocolate, you hear your family come in through the back door and begin to strip off their winter gear. 

To your delight, Sophie runs straight into the kitchen and hugs you tightly.

“I made five snow angels!” she exclaims as you run your hand up and down her back in an effort to warm her up. “Daddy made some big ones, too.”

“That’s amazing, love,” you smile, kissing her head. “You want some hot chocolate?”

“Yes! Can I put the marshmallows in?”

“Of course,” you say, lifting her up onto the counter and passing her the bag of mini marshmallows.

As much as she’s a daddy’s girl at heart, you also get your fair share of moments when your daughter seems to only want her mother. You know how special her bond is with Ben, and you really can’t blame her for how much she loves spending time with him, but you still cherish the little things that just for the two of you - making hot chocolate with extra marshmallows being one of them. 

You carry the tray of drinks into the living room with Sophie trailing behind, and find Ben already there getting the fireplace going and arranging some pillows and blankets.

“This looks cozy,” you smile, setting the drinks down and sitting on the floor across from him, Sophie following your lead. “Thanks, honey.”

“Thanks for making the hot chocolate, my loves,” Ben responds, glancing over at the tray that holds two regular Christmas mugs and one with the Frozen characters on it. He picks that one up and pretends to take a sip. “I assume this one is mine?”

“No, Daddy, that’s mine!” Sophie squeals, making both you and Ben laugh as he carefully passes it back to her. 

You all sip your drinks in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of the sweet beverages and the burning fire. 

“So, did you enjoy your first snow, Soph?” Ben asks. “Was it everything you hoped?”

“It was amazing!” Sophie confirms. “Thank you for playing, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, angel,” Ben says with a soft smile as Sophie climbs into his lap and he kisses her rosy cheeks. 

It’s not long before she drifts off to sleep, tuckered out from playing in the snow and comforted by her dad’s embrace and the sound of you and Ben quietly talking about your days. 

Once she’s fully passed out, Ben carefully shifts her tiny frame over in his arms to make room for you on his other side and beckons you over. With him laying back against the sofa and you now laying against his chest, both of you watching your daughter sleep peacefully, you’re not sure you’ve ever felt more content. 

“That little girl absolutely adores you,” you comment, nuzzling further into Ben’s warmth.

“She must get that from her mum, then,” Ben jokes, making you roll your eyes for a moment before kissing his jaw, then his cheek.

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling as you reach his lips and kiss him slowly. 

When you pull back, Ben gazes lovingly at you for a moment before his eyes return to Sophie, her little hand curling around the material of his hoodie in her sleep.

“Babe?” Ben murmurs, and you nod again. “How would you feel about trying for another one?”

It takes everything in you not to betray yourself with a grin as you think about the tiny Christmas onesie and pregnancy test you boxed up and placed under the tree yesterday while Ben was picking Sophie up from daycare. 

It’s less than a week until Christmas - you can make it that long. 

“Let’s talk about it after the holidays?” you say for now, pressing another kiss to Ben’s lips. 

He nods with a smile, though you can see his mind wandering with thoughts of another little one to play in the snow and curl up by the fire and watching the same movies over and over with. 

It’s been the greatest joy of your life raising Sophie side by side with him, and you absolutely can’t wait to do it all again. 

#ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell #first time writing dad!ben!! and also first time making a graphic dont laugh at how bad it lmaooo

[wol-fica]

if you are taking requests can i make a request where the reader and jenna ortega play a video game or watch a movie together and in the middle of the game or movie the reader kisses jenna and they spend the rest of the night together (both are already dating)

YES PLS TY TY MUAH

gonna write like sonic rn

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-𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - you spend the night at jenna’s and she decides to make you watch scream 5 with her [fem! reader]

warnings - slight angst, pure fluff, making out, jenna is a softy here, y’all can fight me later ;) not proofread

an - who’s ready for scream 6 btw, 2023 boutta be a lit year ong ong

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Normally when you would spend the night at your girlfriends house, it would be peaceful and full of kisses; that was not the case tonight.

You were not a fan of scary movies, in any form. The last horror movie you watched was The Conjuring and you ended up pissing your pants. So how you ended up seated on the couch about to watch Scream 5 was beyond you.

“Jenna, love, can we not watch this?” You pleaded as your girlfriend proceeded to rent the movie on Amazon Prime.

Now, you weren’t opposed to seeing Jenna on screen, but you really didn’t like seeing her all bloody and dead on screen; from what you knew about Ghostface, he kills a lot.

“Cmon Y/N, it’s just one movie.” She replied whilst sliding back into the comfort of your arms after paying for the movie.

“It’s a scary movie. I don’t like scary!”

Jenna sighed and looked up at you, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. She always knew that if she did that, you would give into anything that she asked of you.

“Pleeeeaaassseeee.” She whined, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw.

You stared at her, contemplating your response. You could either say yes, and have nightmares for the next few weeks, or say no and get the cold shoulder for eternity. You opted for the first option.

“Fine, but I blame you if I can’t sleep tonight.”

She squealed in excitement and grabbed the remote to press play, bouncing in your lap while she did. The intro to the movie came on and you knew you’d be in for a wild ride.

—time skip—

Wild ride was an understatement for the most part. You had screamed, whined, shed a few tears, and even had to leave the room for a moment at a certain scene.

Currently, you were sat on the couch as the movie was paused on sheriff walking outside. The faint glow of the screen illuminated your blank face as your girlfriend laughed at a video she took of you screaming like a child.

“It was so high-pitched, oh my god!” She wheezed, wiping away a tear of laughter.

“Glad you found my fear amusing.” You snapped, turning away from her.

“Aw baby im sorry.” Jenna said, throwing her phone onto the table so she could give you her full attention.

“Hmph.”

“Y/N I wasn’t trying to make fun of you.” She said, now straddling you to try and see your face.

A funny trait about you was that you were incredibly stubborn. Your sarcasm plus your inability to be bold has strung up your childish behavior of not wanting to give into whatever is throw your way.

“Baby, can you look at me?” Jenna tried again, attempting to turn your face.

You obliged but kept a stern look in your eyes as she smiled warmly at you.

“You know I would never mock you for being afraid of something.” She said softly, twirling a piece of your hair between her fingers.

“I know, but you know that I hate being scared. Let alone seeing you get stabbed like nine times!” You complained, completely forgetting about being mad.

“It wasn’t real sweet cheeks, it’s just a movie.” Jenna cooed, now caressing your face as a way to soothe you.

You whined in defeat, pouting while Jenna just giggled at you. She paused for a moments, leaning in so your noses were touching. The faint smell of her breath hit your senses, filling up your sinus’ with the scent of spear mint.

Soon enough, her lips were on yours as she pushed you into the couch. Your mouths locked together, teeth tugging at lips and tongues forcing into the others mouth. Your little make out session was going smoothly until you heard the sound of a ringtone going off. Jenna pulled away to see that she was getting a call, but before she could answer you took it and hung up.

“Wha-.” You cut Jenna off mid sentence with a kiss.

“I don’t wanna take any chances.”

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#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x r #jenna #ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega fluff #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you

[1-800-iluvhockey]

can i get a luca fantilli x hughes!reader

soft launch plss??

braids - l.fantilli (instagram edit)

incorporated some speak now (tv) coded stuff 💜

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ynhughes

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ynhughes he took these 🖤

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jackhughes does “he” want his ass kicked?

lhughes_06 Y/N WTF PUT A DRESS ON

ellenhughes my little girl is always in her braid! gorgeous y/n/n🖤

↳ ynhughes got it from you mama❤️

adamfantilli he needs to work on his camera skills

yourbestfriend SOFT LAUNCH HELLO?

edwards.73 little y/n??? more like little black dress 🫠

↳ ynhughes I see your 1D reference, eddy

trevorzegras OKAY Y/N

jamie.drysdale jack is pacing the lakehouse rn

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lucafantilli

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lucafantilli took her home for the summer🤫

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adamfantilli very bold for posting this

lhughes_06 SUS

markestapa lake house summer….

nolan_moyle wavyyyyy

trevorzegras big moves fantsy pants

edwards.73 🫨🫨

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ynhughes

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ynhughes this (his) love is (mine) ours 💜

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markestapa how long did it convince you to make him paint?

↳ ynhughes 20 minutes plus cookies

adamfantilli he always needs a little incentive

↳ lhughes_06 ur hiding something fants 🤨

dylanduke did he take the first one?

↳ ynhughes made fun of me not having a braid in my hair for once… 🙄

_quinnhughes you don’t have a braid in any of these…. cowinkadink?

↳ jackhughes I THINK NOT! 🧐

yourbestfriend this love is ours… his love is mine??? I LOVE YOUR CODE Y/N/N

↳ ynhughes hot people listen to taylor swift fr

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lucafantilli

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lucafantilli the best thing that’s ever been mine 💜

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ynhughes I love you fants 🫶🫶

↳ lucafantilli ❤️❤️

lhughes_06 LUCA FANTILLI !!!!!!

jackhughes oh ok…. 😵‍💫

adamfantilli certified swiftie & bf now! congrats!

dylanduke group chats going insaneeeee 😂😂

trevorzegras AH! SOFT LAUNCH? HARD LAUNCH? TSWIFT LAUNCH? TOO MANY LAUNCHES!

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ynhughes

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ynhughes you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter; you are the best thing that’s ever been mine, luca💜 the one who makes me laugh, the one who taught me that I can “let my hair down” and have more fun, the one who learned taylor swift lyrics to get my attention (and now jams to the songs in the car)….. the one who stole my heart. I love you! this love is OURS🤭

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#abbster answers #thank you anon <33 #abbster’s anons !! #1 800 iluvhockey insta edit #hockey insta edit #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes

[agaypanic]

Can you pretty pretty please do like idk an extension or like same world as the first time fic but Reese gives reader head for the first time, beggingggg, the first time fic was so good I need more reese smut like pumped into my veins

On His Knees (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

Masterlist

Request Something

Summary: Reese just wants to please you. Who are you to deny him?

A/N: the amount of requests i have for reese rn are insane, yall are horny for this mf i swear lol also this can be seen as part 2 to The First Time or as a stand alone. again, i’ve never written anything like this before so feedback would be greatly appreciated :) 

CW: oral sex (fem receiving)

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“I dunno, Reese.” You said nervously, twiddling your fingers as you sat on your bed. “My parents will be home soon, and… we’ve never done that before.” You hated that you felt so shy, which was a stark contrast to your boyfriend’s boldness. You had brought him over after school to spend time together, and while watching some dumb show, he suddenly asked if he could give you head.

Reese was known to speak before thinking.

“So now is the perfect time to try it!” He grinned, grabbing your hands. “Look, if you don’t wanna do it, we don’t have to. I’m just saying it could be fun.” You thought for a moment. He was right. How could you know if it’d be something you’d enjoy if you don’t at least attempt it? Plus, there was something about him being so excited to get you off that made you really horny.

“Okay.”

“Yes!”

“But, if I feel weird about it at any point, we stop. Deal?”

“Deal.” To seal it, he squeezed your hands before letting go to lean over and kiss you. You lost yourself in the moment; his lips on you always had that effect. One moment you were sitting on your bed facing each other and making out. The next, you were lying down with your legs hanging off the side, Reese’s lips trailing down your neck and chest while he kneeled on the floor before you. As he ventured lower, you were suddenly very grateful that you were wearing a skirt.

You moaned at Reese flipping your skirt up and prying your thighs apart. After giving you a look that asked for permission, he hooked his fingers in your underwear and pulled them down and off your legs. You shuddered at the sudden air that hit you.

Sensing that you might still be nervous, Reese grabbed one of your hands that lay on the bed, giving a tight squeeze before diving in. He gave an experimental lick through your folds, and you became even more grateful that you were alone in the house. A moan rips its way through your body, way louder than you expected. You went to cover your mouth, and Reese pulled away.

“Don’t do that.” He gently ordered. “Wanna make sure I’m making you feel good, pretty girl.” The nickname just made you wetter as he dove back in. He gently sucked on your clit and you stiffened, making him raise his head again. “Want me to-”

Reese was quickly cut off by you burying your free hand in his hair, pushing his face back to your pussy, and squeezing your thighs around his head.

“More.” That was all you said, but he got the message loud and clear. 

He went to work, alternating between licking and sucking. You’d give out a moan and tug on his hair, making him groan into you, the vibrations leading to another cry from you, so the cycle continued. The abuse on your clit was wearing you down fast, and soon enough, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Reese, please.” You begged, grinding on his face. His free hand gripped your hip and after a few laps at your slit, you were a loud, shaking mess. He moved to pin your hips down with his arm and continued his assault on your pussy, helping you ride out your high.

When you came down and started to squirm away from him, Reese pulled away and massaged your thighs as he looked up at you.

“So… How was that?” You lifted your head to look down at him. The sight almost made you push his head back to your core. His lips and chin were covered in your juices, cheeks flushed, and hair sticking out in different directions.

“Good.” With the little bit of strength you had, you tugged Reese off of the floor and on top of you. You kissed him, tasting yourself. “So good.”

#reese wilkerson x reader smut #reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson smut #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

[cecilebutcher]

Day: 3 Something stolen

Idia x gender neutral reader

I didn’t know how this would go. And I still don’t 😎

Idia didn’t have many friends. No let me rephrase that, Idia BARELY had any friends. You could probably count them on one finger honestly.

So when you came along Ortho was so happy!! His nii-San finally had a friend! You spend a lot of times with the older shroud brother You played any and all games and just vibed.

He liked having you around and you liked having him around. So it was a win win situation, plus Ortho was super happy so hey! Extra points!

Idia also had tons of cool stuff in his room. Super techy too! And oh how comfortable his chair and bed are. The first time you sat on them you fell asleep, he just let you be for a bit tbh…

But as you too got closer he started realizing his feelings for you. You were just, well, you! You were amazing! I mean come on how could he not? Everyone saw how amazing you were!

But he didn’t tell you, no he would never, he couldn’t ruin what you guys already had ok? So he sat on his feelings. Pushed them way WAY deeper down than he should’ve, anything to make sure you stayed with him, friend or lover, he was ok with it.

But the day you confessed to him he was, well, shocked. You? Liked him? Idia Shroud? Watchmen of the isle of woe? Are you sure? Did you hit your head? You must’ve hit your head!

And you kept telling him that no Idia, I didn’t hit my head you stupid blue flame.

So now there you were. Dating the one and only Idia shroud. He was beaming, even Azul noted the difference in his mood. He just brushed it off, but Azul could tell when his club mate was smiling and was actually(sorta) communicating with people!

Lilia was the second to ask him about it and again he brushed it off. But you can’t hide stuff from papa Lilia! Come on Idia you should know that by now! So he ended up telling him about you. Everything he loved. Your face, your smile, your eyes, your hands, the way you laugh, the was you look when you concentrate on something, the way you get happy after winning a game or level you’ve been stuck on. He loved everything. Lilia thought it was adorable and teased him over it for a bit.

But he couldn’t stay in his little safe bubble with only you and Ortho. No no, he had a house warden meeting to attend. And in the first time since ever he was going in person after both Azul AND Vil nagged him into it. So he had to change into his hoodie. The one he always wears. But where oh where could his beloved hoodie be? In fact, where has his headphones gone as well?! And his charger? AND his pillow?!

Ok something was wrong, Ortho get in here right now! Ortho? OH NO THEY TOOK ORTHO!!! Cue sad Idia crying. He immediately calls you, but ends up face timing you instead. When you pick up the phone you look at him confused while eating chips “Hey Idy, everything ok? You look sad” you note while crunching on your salty treat.

“Yuu!! The worse thing happened! Someone stole my hoodie, charger, headphones, pillow. And worse of all, oh worse of all they took my adorable younger brother” he replied with sorrow in his voice.

Your laugh surprised him though, really surprised him “Idy no one stole those stuff!” You exclaimed with a chuckle. He looked at you confused and as to say ‘Tf do you mean Yuu? I’m having a mental breakdown here be so ffr rn’ “Idias babe” you shift your camera as to show all of you.

And there were all the stuff he’s missing. His headphones on top your head, you were wearing his hoodie, the charger next to you as you charged your phone and pillow on your lap. “I’m borrowing them love. Calm down” He store there, silent, stunned, betrayed by the one he loved most.

“Ortho is playing with Grim right now. So calm down everything is ok” He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a laugh “what?” You asked, also laughing now “nothing nothing, keep them, I have spares” he said as he got out another hoodie, identical to the one you were wearing.

He should’ve guessed you stole it, I mean come on, who would steal from him? It made no sense. Only you were bold enough to do something like that, one of the reasons he loved you.

“But return Ortho! I need

“Aww! I was hoping you forgot!”

This was something to write. Tbh I winged most of it 💃🕺

Hope you enjoyed likes comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

If you wanna get tagged in any and all future twst content plz let me know!!

#idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland #30 day challenge

[v-love]

Or OR make it Kyle and he has a big crush on u and one of his frat guys starts flirting with u at a party and he’s like wtf bro code and gets jealous and then u see him being all sad outside by himself and u talk to him and he confesses that he likes u and he kisses u

Wipe My Tears (Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Kyle was so infatuated with you. Everything you did, he loved. When one of his “friends” kisses you, he takes care of you. He made sure you knew he loved you still.

CW: Brief mentions of incest/sexual abuse. A brief non consensual groping and kissing scene. Panic attack.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @meganxfox @iruzias

Word count: 2392

Images/GIFS are not mine.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Kyle’s mouth shuts as he looks up at his frat brother. “Sorry…” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I just really think she’s so…I don’t know.” His frat brother rolls his eyes and nods. “We know, she’s all you talk about.” Kyle’s face flushed pink in embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit it but you were all he thought about. When he ate breakfast, he would remember that your favorite food in the morning was bacon and eggs. When he brushed his teeth, he would remember that you owned a blue electric toothbrush. When he watches his favorite show, he would remember that your favorite show was You. His mind was so occupied with you and his studies that he would often get massive headaches right before bed. Right now, his friend that was just there had left to go out with his girl. He was jealous of couples but he never wanted to admit that. Kyle didn’t like the feeling of jealousy because it made him feel like he was his mother. He didn’t even want to think about her at all because if he did, he would spend so long trying to figure out a way to stop her advances on him. Kyle loved his mom but it was too much for him to handle. Shaking his head from those thoughts, he looks at his phone. There was a message from you. He smiles widely as he read it.

Y/N at 4:22 PM

hey ky :) are u busy rn?

Kyle was debating whether he should study or not but with the text you sent him, he decided not to. He replied with a no and waited for you to text him back. It was pretty fast as usual.

Y/N at 4:27 PM

let’s go to that new café they just opened!!! i heard it’s good!!

He thought for a moment.

KyKy at 4:28 PM

Meet me there or do I pick you up?

His leg bounced a bit as he read.

Y/N at 4:50 PM

pick me up :) ur car is nicer than mine

And with that, he got his keys and headed out to his car. Soon arriving at your parents house, he watches you wave. “Hey Ky! I missed you!” You say, getting in. “It’s only been a week.” He says and smiles as you hug him. Your hair smelled so pretty, whatever perfume you had made his head feel funny. You two update each other on anything new as he drives to the café. “I never liked her. She was too touchy.” He comments as you tell him about a friend you had recently dropped. Sighing, you nod. “I know…especially since she liked you.” You watch his face scrunch up in disgust. “God no. She’s not my type, I don’t like girls that have no boundaries.” Kyle taps on the steering wheel as he spoke. “Plus, I already like someone else…” he knew he was risking it by saying that. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him. “What? Kyle, why have you not told me anything? Who is she? Do I know her?” Your questions spit out like rapid fire. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “You would be surprised. I’m not telling you though.” He says and pulls into a parking spot. You whine and act like a child so that he would give in but this time, he didn’t. “Knowing you, you’ll probably figure it out anyways.”

Now what Kyle didn’t know is that you already knew it was you and that you had always been head over heels for him. Was he going to figure it out? As smart as Kyle is, no. The boy was oblivious to any remark you made about him that had a slight flirtatious tone to it. Sometimes it made you angry that he didn’t notice. Like right now, he was ordering for you and him but he doesn’t even say anything or react when you hold his arm. “Can we get those muffins? The chocolate ones…” you say shyly, pointing them out. Without leaving time for you to even blink, he orders them too. Kyle pays as he usually does and leads you to one of the small tables for two. “Here’s yours.” He says as he hands you your muffin. Nodding in thanks your hands find his, stopping him from opening his own. “Let’s wait till the drinks are done. If they’re ass them we have a little back up.” You joke, making him smile. His dimples creasing into his skin all the while making your head spin. “Also, I figured out who she is.” You say, pulling your hands away just as you feel them start to sweat from nervousness. You watch as Kyle’s face and demeanor turn a bit serious and guarded. “Did you know? Enlighten me.” On the inside, he was freaking out but all his face was showing was skepticism. Just then, his name is called to get the drinks. Sighing and telling you to “hold on”, he walks over.

Your mind was racing as you thought about what to say. Do you say “it’s me” or do you say some other chicks name. Kyle comes back with the drinks and sets them down, not giving you enough time to fully think. “It’s me.” You blurt out, both of you staying motionless. Kyle clears his throat and finally takes a sip of his drink. The taste blooms over his tongue, making him blink a few times. Another minute passes by filled with silence from you two but also the sound of others talking and drinks being made. “Yeah it is.” He admits, looking everywhere but at you. You smile widely and let out a giggle. “Really? I guessed right?” You ask, sipping on your own drink. Kyle nods but stays silent, taking a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth. You call out his name and he finally looks up. “Why did it take you this long to tell me. I’ve been waiting for you this whole time.” You say and lean in, kissing his cheek. For a moment, he short circuits and looks at you in bewilderment. “W-what? You mean…wait you mean you knew this whole time?” He watches you nod and giggle more. “And you like me..?” Kyle’s face breaks into a glorious smile and takes your hands in his. “Yeah…since forever. But I also knew because your friends ratted you out two weeks ago. To my understanding, you’ve liked me for years.” Kyle laughs a little and nods. “Of course they did…it’s true though. I remember in 10th grade I realized how much I wanted to kiss you. It was first period and that day you had done a bun and had a few butterfly clips in it. I’ll never forget.” He says and watches you blush as he spoke. “My drink is really good by the way, wanna try?” He asks and pushes his drink to you. You laugh at the way he changed the changed the subject but sipped anyways. “That really is good.” You say and smile at him.

Ditching the café, you two head to the park that was not far from there. The whole time Kyle was listening to you talk about anything and everything. Walking around the park, you two stopped and just stared at each other. “You’re so pretty.” He says and caresses your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “Yeah? You too.” You mumble and cup his cheeks, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss on his soft lips. Kyle smiles at the compliment and this time kisses you fully, making sure you felt everything he was feeling. The kiss made you feel like you were floating in a soft and sweet smelling cloud. Pulling away, he gently kisses your forehead. “David is throwing a party tonight…wanna come with me, baby?” The petname slips out but it felt normal to you both. “Yeah, I’ll go. I’ll stay sober though because you know I don’t really care for frat parties.” You giggle and feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, I know.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Soon it was time for you both to head home and get ready so he drops you off and drives home. He was absolutely ecstatic about how well things went today. He showers and changes, doing his hair as he normally would. After driving back to your place and going to the party, he stays close to you. He texts you when he’s in front of your house, excited to see you. Kyle stands at your door and smiles when you open it. “Gorgeous…look at my gorgeous girl.” He says and kisses your cheek. Blushing and shaking your head, you hug him. “You look handsome, yourself. Smell good too.” You giggle and get the car with him.

At the party, you two head over to your friend group. “Hey Kyle! I haven’t seen you in a minute!” Jason, a mutual childhood friend, pats him on the back. “Hey man, I know. I’ve been too busy.” He laughs and they get to talking. You went to go get you and him drinks, heading over to the kitchen. “Damn, baby…” you hear a familiar voice say. Turning to face one of Kyle’s friend, you wave a little. “Oh hey, Matt…where’s Norma?” You ask while choosing to ignore the way he ate your body up with his eyes. You knew how Matt was and you also knew Kyle was stupid to still be friends with him. “Who? Yeah, I don’t recall whoever that is.” Matt walks closer to you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath. “Anyways, you look hot. I don’t think Kyle would mind if I just took a little bite…” he mumbles and leans into you, trying to kiss you. Pushing him away, you shake your head. “Don’t do that. No wonder Norma left you.” You say and grab your cups, starting to walk away before he grabs your arm. “Oh cmon, don’t be like that sweetheart.” Matt says and tries to kiss you again. Before you could turn you head, he does so. Your eyes widen as you feel his hands grip your waist and ass, hearing him groan into the kiss. Your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. Calling Kyle in your mind was all you could think of. You wanted him to save you from these advances. Tears fill your eyes and Matt pulls away, smiling at you. “Oh what? You didn’t like my kiss? I know you did actually, you’re just like the rest of them.” He smacks your ass before walking away, smirking.

You unfroze as you watch him walk away, crying more but staying silent. Practically running, you burst out the front door, breathing hard in panic. All you were saying was Kyle’s name, looking around frantically for his car. “Y/n! Hey why did you- Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong?” You could barely hear what he was saying, your eyes unfocused as he held your face. “I’m here. See? I’m right here, just breath slower for me okay?” His voice slowly filters through your brain and you start to finally calm down, still crying. Kyle just holds you, telling you that he was with you and that he loved you so much. He didn’t know what was wrong but regardless, he wanted you to know that he was there. Through your broken sentences, he gathers what had happened. Kyle’s heart broke, understanding now why you were sobbing in his arms. He decides that you needed him more than that bastard needed his ass beat, taking you to the car. “Let’s go home baby. Your house okay? You’re okay, I’m right here…” he says in a quiet voice, helping you in. Kyle holds your hand as he drives, caressing it as you stop crying. The ride was silent, you just staring out the window while in your own head.

Kyle walks you to your bedroom and stands outside, waiting for you to change. “Kyle..?” You say and pull him inside your room, not wanting to be alone again. “Are you sure? I’ll turn around.” He says and does so, feeling you wrap your arms around him. “No…just help.” You mumble and close your eyes, feeling his gentle hands undress you. Kyle wraps a blanket around you before getting some pajamas for you. Dressing you, he gently kisses your forehead. “Better? Let’s take off the makeup okay?” He says and gently wipes your fresh tears away. Kyle helped you take off your makeup with minimal guidance, then laying you down. He changes his clothes too and lays with you. He always had some extra clothes here just in case, just like when you were little. “I’m sorry…” you mumble into his chest, silently crying again. “Hey, no. This was not your fault…none of this was.” He says and looks into your tear filled eyes. “I don’t care what about happened because I know that you wouldn’t do that to me. Just like how I wouldn’t do that to you. From now on, you’re not going to see that asshole, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” His fingers wipe your tears again before kissing your face all over. “I love you. I know it’s so soon but I really do.” He says, holding you impossibly closer.

His heart ached as you silently nod. “Love you too…” you whisper, sniffing as you finally relax. Though upset, he didn’t let you know how much it hurt to see you like this. “Let’s sleep okay? I’ll skip school tomorrow.” He says and feels you sit up in panic. “Kyle no, you need to study and stuff. This is just me being stupid.” You spoke fast, breathing hard again before feeling his hands being you back down to him. “No baby, I’m staying.” Kyle smiles softly at you and gently caresses your skin. “I want to stay with you.” His voice was now quiet and soft. “Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Watching you nod, he smiles more. The blankets felt more soft than usual to you, making you fall asleep quickly. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears…even when I have my own.” Kyle says quietly as he watches you sleep.

Authors Note: i did change the plot up just a bit because everyone knows how i like to write sad and fluffy stuff. i hope you guys liked it!!

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[wallet6464]

Okay favorite character and favorite ship of said character (If you don't have a fave ship of them, then you can ramble about your fave ship in general)

~ fan-mans

Hi fan mans!! first ask!!

Thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble about my fav: great tiger!! (Warning: this has turned into an essay)

There is so much to like about him, his fight is fun in the games I have played so far (I’ll probably see what happens with arcade), he is memorable, his personality is fun, he is entertaining , he is LITERALLY magic you can’t be any cooler than him bro.

For context Mike Tyson’s punch out was my first punch out game and he is so satisfying to beat there, countering his turban flash for a star is so therapeutic, and if you don’t do the speed strat his mirage ( I forgot the name) is super satisfying to hit. It’s fun to listen for the wind and the block accordingly and then get your reward of a free knock down! He left such an impression on me when I first picked up the game like last year!

As for wii? He is also my favourite fighter there. Not only is he dripping with personality he is also fun and different to beat! As I am learning speed stats for wii (I’m practising speedruns rn) TD tigers is one I love to just do. It's so satisfying and fun! And even fighting him normally it’s still a blast to see what gem flashes and adjust accordingly not to mention his stars are so fun to obtain too. To add on his KO animation has such incredible sounds and visuals of his magic failing really hammering in the damage mac did.

Other than the fights his personality is incredible! He is cocky and fun teasing little mac with the most uncool lines but it’s fine I would be like that if I was MAGIC. He is so easy to think of headcannons and scenarios for since he is so flexible and fun! He is so interesting with the magic and his background and reactions. Another thing I LOVE his voice I could sleep to it I bet. It’s so soothing even when he is yelling (he needs a podcast fr) .

Overall great tiger is my favourite for so many reasons lol but tldr: his fights are fun and he is super cool!

Now the second part of the ask. Who do I ship him with? Hondo!

I think their dynamic is so fun with hondo being a very polite guy and tiger being full of himself lol. They would balance each other out so much imo. Plus I fully believe they are just Tism4Tism on vastly different parts of the spectrum lol. They would have an autism day where they just partake in their fixations or special interests (for example watching or reading Sailor Moon together).

I think since Hondo owns his little steak house he would let Tiger perform his music for the guests!

Tiger would also tease him relentlessly and would come up with the WORST pet names. Also who do you think taught hondo those illusions on the hondo rush?

#Thank you for letting me babble about Great Tiger. It was genuinely so fun! #Thanks fan mans! Have a Great day! #punch out #great tiger #piston hondo #punch out wii

[wordofthewicked]

Showtime- Paul Lahote

Fic description: A chance meeting one sunny afternoon on La Push brings you face to face with Paul Lahote. Your strange connection with him, and the fact that it was his soccer ball that broke your nose, you were wrapped up into an unseen world that lived in tandem with yours. How far are you willing to go for true love? How far are you willing to go to protect the people you love?

TW: underage drinking, drug use (weed), disgusting fluff

Showtime Masterlist

General Masterlist

Part Seven

To say that I am overwhelmed is an understatement. The amount of love this story has received recently is nothing short of insane. I’ve been writing online since I was 11, and I’ve never had so much love like this. I see every comment, reply, reblog, like, message- even if I don’t respond right away. It makes my heart happy that you guys love this little silly story like I do. I’ve got several more works I’m writing currently (Jacob, Seth, Embry, and a fun little Embry and Paul) that I’m planning to begin uploading soon. Thank you for your support and encouragement, it revitalized my love for writing in a way I didn’t know was possible. Part nine might be on a delay, as I head back to school in a few days! But don’t fret, I won’t make you wait too long! Feel free to send in requests, I’m working on some rn for Paul! I write for any of the boys, plus the Cullen’s as well!

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Part Eight

The night you spent alone at Paul’s house was nothing short of magical, but in the coming days, you felt a sort of shift in your relationship. Paul was more physically affectionate than ever before, much to the dismay of the pack. Yet, whenever you caught him staring at you, it seemed like an unspoken question was hung on the tip of his tongue.

You two managed to spend nearly none of your time alone, always having some assortment of the pack by your side. Once Tuesday had rolled around, you were sure he was doing it on purpose.

You didn’t have it in your heart to question him, afraid that maybe he regret iti ted sleeping with you, or taking the relationship that far. It seemed silly to worry, since neither of you were virgins and you were basically bound together as soulmates. Still, every time you thought you’d have the courage to ask, someone would come barging through, ruining the moment.

By Thursday, you’d had enough. During a usual hang out with the pack, you’d all decided to marathon as many horror movies you could scrounge up at Blockbuster. You were curled against Paul’s side, your mind not focused at all on the movies.

Without speaking, you stood up, turning to walk through the kitchen and out the side door. You were certain Paul would follow you, and your confirmation came at the sound of the screen door falling shut.

“Y/N? Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice so soft and full of concern. “Did the movies get to you?”

You laughed a little, shaking your head. “No, it’s not the movies. I’m just… what’s going on with you?”

Paul furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“It seems like ever since we… you’ve just been avoiding me.” You answered, your anger fading away.

“I don’t understand, babe. We’ve been together every day.”

You sighed, running your hand down your face. “That’s not what I meant. We’ve been with the boys every day. I don’t want to monopolize your time, but I figured, I don’t know, that we’d spend more time together? Just us, you know?”

Paul frowned, moving to close the gap between you two. “I’m sorry, I thought you liked hanging out with them.”

“I do! It’s just… was I that bad in bed that you regret it?”

Paul paused for a second, before bursting out in laughter. His head was thrown back slightly, and his whole body shook.

You slapped his arm, your eyes widening in shock. “Paul! I’m serious!”

“I know, that’s what makes it funny!” He answered, resting his hands on your hips. “Why the hell would you think I didn’t enjoy having sex with you?”

“Because it feels like you’re trying to prevent it from happening again.” You drawled, not understanding his confusion. “You’re sending me such mixed signals, honestly. You’re practically on top of me 24/7, but you’re afraid to be alone with me. I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”

Paul pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That was the second most amazing day of my life, baby, believe me. I just wanted to give you some space, since we had promised to take it as friends, first. I thought I’d let you process it without feeling like you needed to discuss it with me.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an idiot?” You questioned, grabbing his face with your hands. “Why on earth would I want space? I wanted to talk about it, dumbass.”

The door of Emily’s cabin swung open again, and Seth poked his head out. “Paul, Y/N? Everything okay?”

Paul stiffened at his voice, and turned around to tell him off. You jumped in first, pushing away from him and smiling at Seth “Yes! I just wanted to stretch my legs for a bit. We’re coming back now.”

You ambled up the wooden stairs, and pushed yourself in past the younger boy. The lights inside the living room were now on, and the half the pack was standing around.

“We decided to take a snack break,” Embry explained, opening another bag of popcorn. “Jared ate all the popcorn.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the boys’ unrelenting hunger. Emily was giving you a curious glance, and she swept across the kitchen to lean over the counter and eye you and Paul. “You two alright?”

You nodded, sending her a quick smile. You glanced back at Paul and saw his jaw was tense, and his gaze was fixated on your figure. You nudged him playfully with your shoulder, and he broke out of his trance to capture you in a hug. He pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“We need to talk, Y/N.” He spoke, his voice deep.

“Later,” you whispered, trying your best not to draw attention to yourselves.

It didn’t work. Even without their supernatural hearing, the pack had definitely picked up on the strange vibe shift between you two. You didn’t want to make things awkward, and you knew that Paul was likely delaying your conversation because he was avoiding the inevitable. Your relationship had changed, things weren’t the same as before.

Did you want to make things completely official? You’d been planning to move across the country for the last four years of your life, and attaching yourself to Paul would only complicate that further. Yet, you were already attached, in a way that no time or distance could change. You were meant to be together, and each day that passed just made that clearer.

You wiggled out of Paul’s grasp, turning around to kiss him gently, before you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you had closed and locked the door, you flipped your phone open and tried to think of some excuse to head home. It was still early, and your curfew wasn’t for another two hours. Still, you decided the best thing to do would be to leave, so you could think without prying eyes, or Paul’s intoxicating scent. You held your phone up to your ear, silently wondering why you were making such a show of it when you were alone.

“Hey dad, what’s up?” You spoke to no one, knowing that your voice would carry to the living room. “Ugh, seriously? No one else can come get you guys?”

You paused, trying to make it seem like there was your father’s soft pleas on the other end of the line. “Fine, I’ll be there in like 45. Yeah, love you too.”

You flipped your phone shut and slid it back into your pocket, before flushing the toilet and washing your hands to make things seem normal. You took a deep breath, ready for the amazing show you were about to put on. When you reappeared in the living room, you donned your best bummed face.

Paul furrowed his eyebrows at you, trying to seem like he hadn’t obviously listened into your fake phone call. “Everything alright babe?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. My parents were heading back from dinner in Port Angelous and got a flat. The jack’s in my trunk, so they need me to come get them. I’m afraid I’ll have to cut movie night short for me.” You explained, moving to put on your jacket.

Paul frowned, meeting you with your coat and helping you put it on. “Do you want me to come with you? I could help change the tire and then we could head back here when we’re done.”

You smiled and kissed him, holding his hands in yours. “As sweet as that is, I’ll probably just go home after I get to them. It’ll be easier than driving around all night. I’ll see you on Sunday though, right?”

“Right.” He repeated, his face clearly disappointed. “Well, let me at least walk you to your car.”

“Always the gentleman, Lahote.” You winked, standing on your toes to give him one last kiss, before biding everyone else a goodbye.

When you got into your car, you drove back home, your parents confused to see you so early. You explained you were tired from the day and didn’t want to be out driving late, and they appreciated your foresight.

You raced up to your room, turning on your ancient computer and waiting for it to finish loading up. You headed to your email and clinked on the acceptance link for John Hopkins, staring at the words on the white screen.

With your heart beating wildly in your chest, you clicked decline.

~~~

The party was on full swing, and your head was spinning as you stumbled outside.

“Y/N? You alright?” Mike asked, following after you.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Tyler’s been cornering me. I’m just gonna call Paul to come get me.”

Mike frowned at this, but didn’t press. Instead he pulled a brownie in a sandwich bag out of his pocket and broke it in half. “Snack for the road?”

You laughed and accepted it, eating it as you dialed the familiar number. Paul answered on the second ring, his deep voice concerned. “Hey, are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Can you come pick me up? I’ll text you the address.” You asked, avoiding his question.

You could hear shuffling and the jingling of keys. “On my way, where are you?”

You gave him Tyler’s address, and shortly hung up the phone, trying to pass the time until he got there. You probably had over half an hour, unless he floored it there, which you wouldn’t put past Paul.

Someone reached for your arm, and you jumped, turning to see Jessica’s smiling face. She was definitely a few drinks in at that point, but still much more sober than you were.

“Jess, you scared the hell out of me.” You enthused, grabbing her arm.

She rolled her eyes, steadying your swaying frame. “What’s this I hear about you leaving?”

“Paul’s coming to get me.”

“Y/N, you’re drunk as hell. You aren’t leaving with some random guy.” Jessica argued, her drink sloshing a bit as she flourished her arms in emphasis.

“He’s not some random guy, he’s my boyfriend.” You reminded her, giggling at her confused face. “How much have you had to drink?”

Jessica frowned, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you high right now?”

You stopped and widened your eyes. “No, I’m on the ground.

“Christ.” She muttered, smiling at you. “You’re gone.”

“I’m right here.” You joked, nudging her arm playfully.

You saw a familiar figure traipsing his way across the lawn, and Jessica followed your gaze. You weren’t sure how so much time had passed, but perhaps that had more to do with the edible in your system than anything else.

Jessica smiled widely, eyeing up Paul as he approached. “Hey, I’m Jessica.”

Paul gave her a quick glance, but his eyes returned on your messy appearance. “Paul. How much have they had to drink?”

Understanding lit up Jessica’s features. “Ooooh, you’re Paul, I see. Uhm, I’m not honestly sure. I only saw them take three shots, but they were playing beer pong for a few hours, so…”

“Lovely. Alright babe, let’s get you home.” Paul laughed, coming over to wrap his arms around you.

You nearly melted into his touch, half jumping into his strong arms. “I can’t go hooooome. Not like this.”

“I know, I know, I’m going to take you to Emily and Sam’s cabin to sober up.” He responded, as you stumbled a bit into him.

You giggled, glee filling up your face. “Oh I love it there. Will everyone else be around, too?”

Paul laughed at you, shaking his head. “Probably. Though I don’t think they’re going to be prepared for you.”

“Carry me.” You demanded, jumping up suddenly, so Paul had no choice but to catch you.

He scooped you into his grasp gently, laughing again. He thanked Jessica, who was still slightly open mouthed and staring at him.

Paul carried you and placed you in the passenger seat of his truck, buckling you in before moving to the other side to get into his seat. He started the car and headed towards La Push, while you incoherently began telling him about the party. You were definitely nearly yelling, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Once you arrived at the cabin, Paul opened your door and lifted you up, cradling you against his chest. You snuggled into him a bit, inhaling his familiar scent deeply.

“Try your best to not be too obviously drunk, alright? I don’t want us to get lectured by Sam.” Paul whispered as you stepped into the porch.

You nodded furiously, but knew that Sam could probably smell the alcohol on you from where you were now. Paul opened the door and walked in, setting you down on your feet. You stumbled a bit, but leaned against his side for support, and wrapped an arm around his middle. You shot the group a wide smile, and they returned your gaze with a knowing look.

“I’ve already lost my chance to seem sober, haven’t I?” You asked, your face red and warm.

They all nodded, Quil laughing loudly. “We knew you’d be drunk as soon as Paul said he was picking you up. You don’t leave a party before 12 if you’re not super fucked up.”

Emily snipped at him for his language, while you giggled to yourself.

“Actually, for your information Mr… wait what’s your last name? You know what, it doesn’t matter. What was I saying? Oh yeah, I did not leave the party because I was too fucked up. I left because Tyler kept flirting with me and he was making me uncomfortable.” You drawled out, giggling as you struggled to find the right words to say.

Paul looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me that? I would have sorted him out.”

You giggled again, stumbling as you moved back to place a hand on his chest. “Well because Mr. Lahote, see I know what your last name is, I didn’t want you to wolf out on a stupid 17 year old at his house party. Would’ve caused a lot of problems, and I’ll be honest with you, I am waaaaaay too drunk to have helped you calm down.”

Paul stiffened a bit at your words. “You don’t think I can control myself?”

You sighed, your limbs becoming tired as the alcohol kept seeping into your body. “I don’t know, either way it would’ve made a scene. And I didn’t wanna have to explain why my boyfriend was trying to fight the party host.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, and his grasp on your waist tightened. “Boyfriend?”

You stared at him in confusion, your mind too slow to comprehend what he was confused about. “Is that the wrong word? Isn’t it boyfriend? Boyfriend… boyfriend… boyfriend. Well now it doesn’t even seem like a word.”

Paul laughed lightly, shaking his head. “You’ve just never called me that before.”

“Oh,” you furrowed your eyebrows, your mind beginning to process the situation. “Is… I mean is that not what this is? Are we like, platonic talking everyday, and falling asleep on the phone, and kissing? That doesn’t feel platonic to me.”

“It’s definitely not platonic, no.” He confirmed, moving forward to hold both of your hips.

You smiled up at him, standing on your toes to kiss his nose lightly. “Well, then you’re my boyfriend. Calling you my soulmate feels too cliché to me, plus other people wouldn’t understand.”

Paul laughed at you, kissing your forehead. “No, boyfriend is good. Great even. I just didn’t expect it.”

“Well that’s what you get for making me wait a week to talk to you about it.” You replied, your head lolling over on your shoulder, the weight of it becoming unnecessarily heavy. “You’re my boyfriend, Paul. Even told Jessica and everything.”

Suddenly you became overly aware of your breathing, feeling like it had become manual. You took a step back and closed your eyes as the room began to sway around you in that familiar way. Between calling Paul to pick you up and heading outside of Tyler’s house, Mike had slipped you an edible, and you had forgotten about it until this moment, until it hit you like a bus.

“Woah- you alright?” Paul asked, seeing you sway on your feet.

You giggled in response, nodding happily. “M’fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” He murmured, his eyes taking in your face in concern.

You hummed a bit, falling into his arms dramatically as you laughed. “I am absolutely fantastic, actually.”

“You definitely can’t bring them home like this.” Emily commented, frowning slightly. “You both can stay here for the night.”

“I’m supposed to stay at Bella’s.” You responded, leaning back drastically so Paul had to hold you in a dip. “Oh well, now I didn’t plan on how to get back to Bella’s.”

“I’ll text my dad and tell him we’re staying here.” Bella spoke, pulling out her flip phone.

You squealed upon hearing her voice, pushing away from Paul to stumble over to the loveseat she was curled up on. “Bella! It’s Bella, oh my gosh I didn’t even see you! Bella!”

Bella laughed, shaking her head. “It’s me, Y/N.”

“How has your night been?” You asked, leaning against the armrest of her chair.

“Much less exciting than yours was, I presume.” She responded, smiling up at you.

You hummed in thought, before frowning. “My feet hurt.”

Paul walked over to you, a backpack in hand. “Alright, let’s get you comfortable.”

Bella stood up to give you her seat, and you plopped down numbly, giggling as you ran your hands over the soft blanket that she had left behind. Paul kneeled down in front of you, and you furrowed your eyebrows as he unzipped the backpack.

“What is that?” You asked, leaning forward in interest.

Paul chuckled, unzipping your heels and tugging them off, before replacing them with a pair of soft fuzzy socks. “It’s my go bag for you. I figured since you’d be spending a lot of time down here, I should have a stock of things you might need, that way you’re always comfortable.”

You leaned forward even more, peering down into it. “What did you get for it?”

“Uhm, let’s see… the socks, makeup remover wipes, deodorant, hair ties, a hair brush, tooth brush, toothpaste, pads, tampons, chocolate, pain killers, and some snacks so your blood sugar doesn’t get low again. Oh, and I have a pair of my pajamas in here as well, just in case.” He responded, digging through the bag as he spoke.

You didn’t reply, staring at him wide eyed. Paul shifted under your gaze, discomfort flooding through his body.

“Is that weird? I wanted to help make the transition of being here easier on you. Emily helped me pick things out. I live with my dad and brothers, so I didn’t have any of this stuff at my house. I didn’t want you to need something and not have it.” He spoke, rambling a bit as he became nervous.

You giggled, falling back into the chair and wiggling your toes in the fuzzy socks excitedly. “I am absolutely going to marry you one day, Paul Lahote.”

Paul paused at your words like he was stunned, before shaking his head and standing up. “Alright, let’s go get you changed into the pajamas. You can’t be comfortable in those clothes.”

You knew he was right- the tight red skirt and black bralette were both revealing and uncomfortable- but the thought of getting changed seemed like too much work. The room was still spinning, and your high was making you sleepy. “You can’t be comfortable in your clothes.”

He laughed, leaning forward to grab your hands and pull you up. “Jeez, Y/N, if you wanted me out of my clothes that badly, you should’ve said so earlier.”

You giggled at him, realizing how short you were without the aid of your heels. “You didn’t give me the chance, unless you wanted me to ask in front of the whole pack.”

“Do you need help getting changed?” Paul asked, holding tightly onto your waist, and doing his best to ignore your comment.

“Mmmm… maybe. It seems hard.” You replied, closing your eyes and resting your hands on his forearms. “Everything is hard. Except your skin, it’s so soft. Are you always this soft?”

“Uhm, I think so? Are you sure you’re alright?” He questioned, tilting his head at you.

You giggled in response, opening your eyes to look at him. “Can I tell you a secret? You can’t tell anyone else, okay? Mom and dad will get mad.”

“Mom and dad?” Bella repeated, confused.

You rolled your head to the side, resting it on your shoulder to look at her. “Yes, Sam and Emily. Mom and dad, or I guess dad and mom.”

“I could see that.” She replied, smiling.

“Right. Well, don’t tell them, but Mike gave me a special brownie.”

Paul sighed, wrapping his other arm around your waist. “So you’re cross faded right now?”

You hummed in response, pausing at the look on his face. “You don’t seem happy with me. I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have called. I just… I didn’t know what else to do.”

“No, no, no. I’m glad you did, baby. I just don’t have much experience caring for intoxicated people, and the weed isn’t going to help any.” He admitted, ushering you off toward the bathroom.

You stumbled into it, and Paul shut the door behind him as he placed the backpack on the counter. He began pulling things out, and you sat down on the toilet lid to wait. The room was still swaying slightly, and you felt uncomfortably warm with the substances flowing through you.

Paul grabbed your hands and stood you up again, his hands moving to your skirt before freezing. He silently asked for your permission, and you nodded. He unzipped the red fabric, and pulled it down your now bare legs. He kept his face forward as he held out his pajama pants for you to step into, and you held onto the counter as you did. Once they were on, he tied them tightly around your waist so they wouldn’t fall.

Paul looked at your bralette in confusion, trying to figure out a way to get it off of you. You giggled a bit, turning around to reveal the zipper that kept it together. He didn’t hesitate, pulling the metal down as the fabric split in half, and he tossed it on the floor. You felt him stiffen at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra, and you turned around without hesitation. He kept his eyes trained on your face as he slid the shirt over your head, and you pushed your arms through it. He then sat you back down on the toilet, and took out a makeup remover wipe, before cleaning your face of the few layers you had painted on.

You felt your heart swell as he worked, watching the intense concentration on his face. You’d never had a guy treat you so gently and affectionately before, and it was taking everything in you not to wrap your arms around him. When he was finished, he pulled out your updo and had you turn to the side. Gently, he brushed your hair out of its knots, and ended up braiding it.

“Wow you’re good at that.” You admired, holding the finished product in your hair.

Paul laughed, picking up your clothes, and zipping them into the backpack. “My hair used to be longer than yours.”

You tried to imagine that, but your brain couldn’t come up with a steady image. “You should grow it out again.”

Paul smiled at you. “Maybe one day, darling. Let’s get you back to the living room, alright?”

You nodded and stood up, immediately stumbling again. Paul wrapped an arm around you, and you looked up at him. You took one of your hands and pulled his face towards yours, trapping his lips in a passionate kiss. You felt such an intense desire to have more of him, to have all of him right then and there. You tried to deepen the kiss, and his grip on your waist tightened. He let the bag fall to the floor, and pressed you back against the counter of the sink. Instinctively you hopped onto it, and wrapped your legs around his waist, before returning your lips to his. He groaned slightly, and to your displeasure, he pulled away.

“Y/N, you’re drunk. You should go lay down on the couch.” Paul spoke, backing out of your grasp.

You hummed in annoyance. “Or we could stay here. I mean, no one has to know.”

He shook his head, picking up the bag again and grabbing your hand. “Doesn’t matter, baby. You’re still drunk.”

You sighed, hopping off the counter and slipping, while muttering to yourself. “Jeez, no drunk hookups for us?”

Paul didn’t respond, he just returned his hand to your waist to steady you and pulled you into the living room. You returned to the love seat, and smiled to yourself, brushing your hands along the fuzzy blanket again.

“This is the best place in the world.” You mused, squeezing it between your fingers. “This house, all of you. I can’t imagine being somewhere better.”

Paul shot you a weird look. “You’re an affectionate drunk, huh?”

You laughed, letting your head loll to your right shoulder as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Depends on the situation. Usually I’m a horny drunk, but you shot that down in the bathroom.”

Jared and Quil burst out laughing, before Paul shot them a death glare. Emily moved to the kitchen and handed you a glass of water, and you took it with a shaking hand. You nearly spilled it on yourself as you felt your arm jerk unexpectedly.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Why are you shaking that badly?” Paul asked, kneeling down to be level with you.

You dismissed him with your freehand. “Happens when I smoke too much.”

He frowned. “When did you smoke?”

“Sometime before playing pong. It’ll go away soon, it happens all the time.” You answered, reaching out to play with his hair affectionately. “Your hair is so soft. You really should grow it out again. Maybe I can learn to braid then.”

Paul rolled his eyes, standing up and squeezing next to you on the loveseat. “You can’t braid hair?”

You shook your head, drinking half the glass of water before handing it to him for safe keeping. “You shouldn’t trust me with glass. I always break glasses when I drink. Mike nearly banned me from coming over after I shattered 2 of his mom’s in the same night.”

Emily took the glass out of Paul’s grasp, and returned instead with a plastic cup. The room was mostly silent, and you realized that you were something of a spectacle to them. It made you almost sad, knowing that none of them got the typical high school experience, or could even really get drunk since their bodies were so warm and they burned the alcohol off easily.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, sweeping the room with your eyes before looking at Paul. “I should call someone to come get me. I’ve intruded on your evening.”

Paul frowned, placing an arm around your shoulders. “You haven’t intruded on anything, okay? I’d rather be the one to take care of you while your drunk, that way I know you’re safe.”

“Okay, thank you. For coming to get me. I appreciate it a lot. I got really overwhelmed being there tonight, which I’m going to assume had something to do with the shots Mike kept handing me while we were playing pong. I’m only really good at it when I’m drunk, you know. We’re the champions of our grade- nearly undefeated.” You babbled, reaching up to play with his hair again.

“You seem to go to a lot of parties.” Emily frowned, her voice worried, not judgmental.

“I mean, yeah. It’s senior year, you know? Everyone’s getting ready to adjust to the college party scene. Except me, of course.” You laughed, smiling widely. “I’m not going to college anymore.”

Paul sucked in a sharp breath. “Wait, what do you mean you’re not going to college anymore?”

You smiled at him, running a hand down his toned chest before returning it to your lap. “I mean, I’m going to go to Forks Community College, then I’ll probably transfer to SU to finish my degree.”

“But that’s not what you want. You wanted to go off to the East Coast. I know you got in to John Hopkins, so why aren’t you going?” He questioned, his face concerned.

You giggled a bit, rolling your eyes. “I can’t leave you, obviously. I hate not seeing you for a day. Do you think we’d survive being apart for 5 month stretches?”

“We’d figure it out. I don’t want you to give up on your dreams for me, ever. That’s not something you should have to compromise.” Paul argued, his face incredibly serious.

You shrugged, drinking more of your water before returning it to his hands. “Doesn’t matter, I made the decision already and declined Hopkins. I can study biology here just as well as I can out there.”

Paul sighed, cupping your face gently. “I wish you would’ve talked to me about it. I would’ve encouraged you to follow your dreams, go where you need to be.”

“I am. I mean, I went back and forth a lot before I made up my mind. Tonight just made it so clear, you know? The whole time I was at that stupid party, all I could think about was how much better it would’ve been if you were there. I don’t want to go off and get drunk in a frat house, I don’t want to go anywhere away from you.” You admitted, shrugging at him. “I never had a reason to stay in Forks, but now I do.”

Paul seemed like he wanted to say something more, but he just smiled at you and handed you the glass of water. You continued drinking it, falling somewhere lost in your thoughts. You stayed silent, mind focused on the boy next to you, and the trajectory of your life now.

“What’re you thinking about?” Paul asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You finished your drink and handed the empty cup back to him. “Fate, I guess.”

“Fate?” He echoed.

You hummed, smiling. “Fate. It’s what brought us together, isn’t it?”

“Dunno, haven’t thought about it.”

“Well, I have. And I’ve decided it’s fate. For us to have met on the beach, you to have broken my nose. All of it had to happen exactly as it did for us to end up together.” You concluded, nodding as you spoke.

Paul smiled and ran his hands down your arms. “Fate it is, then.”

You smiled back, before your face fell in realization. “Oh, I should’ve talked to you before calling you my boyfriend.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“No! That’s a big step. We were just friends, but then I mean, we slept together Paul. That’s not something friends do.” You emphasized, your eyes widening.

“It is if you’ve got the right friends.” Quil suggested, which earned him an uncomfortable look from the rest of the room.

“Why don’t we talk about this in the morning, when you’re sober, okay?” Paul suggested softly. “And when we’re alone.”

You groaned, rubbing your itchy eyes dramatically. “It’s not like they won’t just hear about it later, anyway. What’s the point in having a private conversation if they can just read your mind?”

Paul sighed, frowning at you. “Doesn’t mean they have to witness everything first hand, you know.”

“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter. I just don’t want you to be mad at me for calling you my boyfriend. I didn’t think about it, I guess. It just felt right.” You continued, pursing your lips. “Once I said it to Jess, it was like I had said it a million times before.”

“Please don’t hold it against yourself, baby. I would’ve let you call me your boyfriend the day we met if you’d wanted to.” He confessed, his face a bit dazed. “You took me by surprise, but there’s nothing else I’d rather be.”

You smiled at him, licking your lips as you realized how dry your mouth was. Emily refilled your water, and you took large gulps before talking again. “What was the best day of your life?”

“What?”

You giggled a bit, sitting up straighter. “You said that the second best day of your life was when we slept together. So what was the first?”

Paul looked away from you, suddenly finding your hands interesting. “Dunno how you’re still so with it when you’re this far gone.”

“It’s a talent, really. I can’t walk for shit, but I can talk coherently, and run from the cops. Or danger, probably. But then again, I guess there is no danger when I’m here. You���d never let anyone hurt me.” You mused, pushing your hands against his chest and shaking him gently. “Stop avoiding my question.”

He sighed, looking at you with feigned annoyance. “The day I met you.”

You laughed, your whole body shaking and convulsing, tears falling out of your eyes. You couldn’t help yourself, though what you found funny about his answer, you weren’t quite sure.

Jared whistled lowly, quirking a smile across his tan face. “Even your partner things your answer is dumb.”

You spoke through giggles, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. “No, it’s sweet. The best answer I could’ve imagined. I just didn’t expect it, so it was funny.”

Paul chuckled at you, pulling you against his chest to kiss your head. “You’re a mess right now, babe.”

“And you get to deal with it for the rest of your life. Aren’t you a lucky man?”

“The luckiest man alive.”

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[kamiversee]

KAMI I'M LOSIGN MY MIND HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP

oh my god. this is already better than i imagined. i'm quakin in my boots rn. i had to take SO MANY BREAKS while reading this to just calm myself down omfg KAMIIIIII

ALSO THE PHONE CALL???? I WAS SHITTING MYSELFFFFFF PLS THIS WAS SUCH A PERFECT SET UP! but wait, did Choso just assume that since Satoru called us out of the blue, that we slept with him before? or is this hinting towards Choso possibly knowing about the list and who's on it? omfg my brain is everywhere lmao i'm prob overthinking it

also the interactions they've been having since Gojo got in the house had me melting omfg. the constant back-and-forth? the piggybacking off of each other's comments? THE TAG TEAMING. THEY BETTER TAG TEAM US FOR THE NEXT TWO PARTS AAAAAA KAMI PLEEEEEEAAAAAAASE

my nosey ass wants to know wtf they were talking about when Choso locked the door on us 😭😭😭 like i know that it was most probably Choso giving Gojo his address and really confirming that he wants this BUT STILL. lowkey i feel like the sexual tension between Choso and Gojo is THICK here. i need more of it 😭

“Is it any more wrong than the things I’ve had you do before?” He whispers lowly to you, low enough for Choso to miss what he uttered.

I'M LOSING ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idc if this is noncanon, i'm using this What If as my closure for TFL IDC IDC OMG

🐶nonnie was right we need that poly ending expeditiously 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i've gone full delulu omfg Kami you fucking broke me

the way Choso's so sassy and chatty omfg HELPPPPPPPPP THE WAY I FEEL LIKE HE'D BE SUCH A BRAT AND "TEACH" GOJO HOW TO MAKE US SQUIRT JUST TO MESS WITH US AAAAAA I NEED THESE MEN SO FUCKING BAD

i have no idea how you have so much self control spacing out the parts like this. my instant gratification ass would have posted EVERYTHIIIIIING. what's the total word count of all 3 parts?

-☃️

Ugh ur messages always make me giggle & smile

In chapter 52 of TFL (or whichever is titled; The Resolve) the reader asks Choso abt Gojo & planned on getting info out of Cho abt the list (kinda like how she questioned Nanami previously) but she doesn’t get to ask him about that bc Choso quickly puts two and two together and asks her if Gojo is the guy who he’s been competing with all this time.

Their convo goes unanswered tho bc Choso says what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but deep down, he knew— hence why in this whatif he asked if Gojo used to fuck her ^.^

ALSO, I’m thinkin of doing a lil side blurb for their phone call just cause. Plus, I don’t see Choso & Gojo interacting in the manga/anime or even in people’s fanfics tht often so this is very fun for me to do honestly (:

Annnywho, gladd you’re enjoying it so far! The word count for all three parts is… long. (I haven’t written the second or third part yet but my minimum is usually 3k so expect all three parts to be at least 9k words in total or so… maybe longer tho bc I have a writing problem😭)

#kamiversee!answers #k!ans: ☃️

[rn-zane]

TIMING: recent SETTING: coffee house PARTIES: @vanishingreyes + @rn-zane SUMMARY: two people who happen to work in healthcare meet up and... click.

Zane was late and desperately hoping that his new friend wasn’t the type to show up ten minutes early to a coffee hang out. The thought of Xóchitl having waited for over ten minutes was horrifying enough but twenty minutes? If that hadn’t been even more rude, he probably would have scurried off home to hide from the consequences of his awful time management. Plus, he did like the idea of sitting down with her for a chat. She seemed nice, earnest. 

Cold air followed him into the coffee shop once he finally scrambled through the door, apologizing profusely to the woman who had just been about to exit. A quick, almost frantic survey of the coffee shop confirmed that Xó hadn’t simply given up and left, and that she didn’t look annoyed. “Hi, hey,” Zane greeted breathlessly, smiling apologetically as he sat in the empty chair across from her. “I’m so sorry, time just got away from me and… anyway, good thing I already offered to pay because I’m definitely doing that now.”

Tugging the hat from his head, put on mostly for appearances since the cold didn’t really bother him that much, Zane made a futile attempt to control the disarrayed curls that became free. “What are you having? I’ll go order for us.”

—--

She figured that she could use someone to hang out with who was easy company, and who she didn’t want to sleep with. Not that she assumed Zane was unattractive, but she was rather overjoyed (inasmuch as she could be) at the prospect of maybe having a friend that would start as just that, and not as a hookup of some sort. Plus, he seemed like he needed a friend, maybe even more than she did (not that Xóchitl was readily admitting the fact that she did maybe need a friend, but still. Zane needed one even more.)

“You don’t need to apologize,” she gave a flick of her wrist, dismissing (she hoped) any further apologies that he might have attempted. “But yes, you can still get the drinks for us.” Xóchitl didn’t mind being treated, and she was also fairly positive that Zane would collapse into himself like paper if she denied him his wish, so she’d let him do what pleased him, and then, if this went well, repay him sometime.”

“I’ll have a chai. It’s not super authentic here, but I’m also hardly an expert on that, and it does a good job as far as being an enjoyable drink. What will you have?” Xóchitl tucked her phone into her bag. “You should get yourself something to eat, too. Feels like I should say that especially because of the whole fact that you’re a nurse in the Emergency Department and likely don’t have a whole lot of free time.”

—-

Further apologies died on his tongue at the flick of Xó’s hand but it did little to quell the apologetic smile that was still glued on Zane’s face. Nodding along eagerly as she gave her order, he shrugged off his jacket to hang on the back of the chair, hoping his face didn’t twitch when she mentioned food. “I’m good with just drinks at the moment, honest. Don’t worry, my coworkers are really good at bothering me about nutrition.” He’d had to brush off more worries about his eating habits than he could count, even going so far as to vanish into the breakroom to be able to lie that he’d had a meal there. 

With one last smile, Zane went off to order their drinks, returning with a steaming chai and a cup that looked more like hot chocolate than coffee, topped off with whipped cream, caramel and some tiny marshmallows. “New winter special,” he explained as he finally took a seat, trying to shake off the anxiety of being late. “I’m bad at resisting caramel flavored things. And tiny marshmallows.”

The first sip was wonderful, the texture of the warm mocha with the whipped cream, coupled with a few pieces of marshmallow doing enough to make up for the lack of being able to really taste it. Grabbing for a tissue to wipe off the cream that now smudged his upper lip, Zane chuckled awkwardly, unsure of where to start this conversation before deciding to just dive in. “I’m… really happy you wanted to meet. You seem nice and, well, never hurts to have more nice people around, right?” 

—-

“Just drinks works for me too, I just figured I’d be rude if I didn’t at least offer, and also I did want to genuinely offer. Make sure you’re doing alright and all that.” She didn’t want to care this much, but she couldn’t help it, apparently. Which was a curse itself, but not one Xóchitl was going to get too into at the moment.

“I think you’d be someone without a heart if you could resist such things.” Xóchitl offered him a small smile. Of course, she played at hating sweets as often as she could, but of all the façades she kept up that one the least. It also wasn’t one she saw it fit to stress out over, at least not too very much. Not right now, at least. The last thing she wanted (or rather, one of the last things she wanted) was for people to think that she avoided indulgences because of some health worry. It was all rooted back to trauma, but that also wasn’t something she needed to focus on or let Zane know anything about. “So long as the marshmallows aren’t stale – I like them when they’re actually correctly squishable.”

“I agree entirely. About having nice people around. I’m glad that I seem nice – you do, too.” She offered him one of her far more genuine smiles. “Did you grow up here? I forget if I’ve asked you this before, or not… also, I am glad we finally met. God knows I need more people at the hospital who I can tolerate.” Xóchitl let her smile come mainly from her eyes, that time.

—--

Zane chuckled softly at her encouragement for the sweet drink, even as the comment of being heartless hit a bit too close to home. Of course he still had a heart but it wasn’t really serving a purpose other than simply being. If an education in healthcare hadn’t already proved beyond a doubt that emotions did indeed not spawn from the heart, his current situation would have been a solid example. “Not sure if I need someone supporting my sugar addiction but I’m definitely not complaining,” he joked.

Looking her over, Xó seemed like someone who wouldn’t have a hard time finding company, whether platonic or not. Her smile was infectious and she seemed so sure of herself, much calmer than Zane who was trying his best to not squirm in the seat. “No, just been here a couple of years. Started nursing school and just sort of stuck around, I guess. As good as any other place,” he explained, although being literally stuck felt more accurate. Where else would a solo, freshly turned vampire go? At least here he had a place to stay, a few people to care about. His hand stilled as he realized he’d been pulling at the ends of his curls, unraveling them and making the already messy locks even more disarrayed. 

“I’ll try to keep myself in that group, then.” He smiled, patting down his hair and fighting the urge to throw his hat back on. “Sorry, been putting off a haircut as you can see and, anyway, what about you? No way you’ve been here your whole life.” 

—--

“Well, I’m an independent woman, and I think I can choose to support whatever it is that I please.” Xóchitl grinned, “and listen, if it makes you happy, and it’s not harming anything other than maybe your teeth, why shouldn’t I approve?”

She could feel his eyes looking her over, and for a moment she straightened up even more, doing her best to appear as perfect as she could. Not for any reason other than the fact that she genuinely wanted Zane’s respect. There was nothing other than platonic feelings toward him, but he’d called her nice and kind so many times that Xóchitl absolutely wanted to prove him right. Make sure she was what he expected. He seemed like he needed predictability and consistency, and if she could give that, she absolutely would. Every time. “Well, I’m sure the town’s all the better for you sticking around, I know I’m glad I got to meet you.” She watched him play with his hair.

“I bet you’ll do that no problem.” Another kind smile, another sip of her drink. “Have you ever considered dying your hair? Not saying you need it, and I’ve personally not done it, but I think it could suit you, if you’re trying to be more out there.” Xóchitl should’ve known to expect the next question. She could’ve lied, but it felt cruel to do so. “I was born here, moved away as a kid, and just came back in March. So no, got my beginnings here but haven’t lived here in just over twenty years.”

—--

Zane chuckled, enjoying the easy conspiracy of encouraging bad behaviors of this caliber. A safe thing to joke about but also something that made him feel like he’d known the woman in front of him for longer than the short conversation they’d had online. Definitely a personality trait that came in handy for a psychologist. “Ah, of course. I wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do. Especially since out of the two of us, you probably have better instincts.”

Sometimes, in the presence of kindness like this, Zane tended to feel undeserving. Maybe because of all the secrets he held or simply because he felt more comfortable being the one on the giving end of kind words and actions. That feeling was lingering now, wanting to prompt him into making excuses, try to convince Xóchitl that she wouldn’t feel the same if she knew everything but thankfully, he kept those intrusive thoughts in check. Instead, he settled for an embarrassed smile, one that would have been accompanied by a blush if physiologically possible. “I’m definitely glad, too.”

Her suggestion caught him off guard, the cup of empty calories stilling against his lips for a moment before he finally took a sip. They’d talked a bit about their differences online, Zane’s tendency to stay back, far from the spotlight while Xó seemed to crave the opposite. The idea was just that, an idea, probably just her thinking out loud but it did spark some interest in his chest. “I… haven’t. Until right now.” He smiled, toying with the idea. It would definitely be a point of conversation at work. Maybe even a… confidence boost. “I mean, knowing me I’ll think about it and postpone it until the end of time since I’m not great at spontaneity but it would be fun.”

Nodding along to her explanation, Zane finally raised his cup towards her with a soft smile. “Then let me say that the town is all the better for your return.”

—-

“Well, that’s high praise considering we’ve only just met, but I’ll still take it.” It was easy to like Zane, and it made Xóchitl all the more grateful that someone like him was in the medical field. She knew from direct experience how unfortunately rare that was, and even if she normally just did her best to get through the day without having to interact too much with anybody else. Mostly because work friendships weren’t really her thing. In fairness, friendships of any sort weren’t really… her thing. Despite the fact that if anybody wanted to prove the contrary, they had plenty of evidence to do so. 

She couldn’t help but smile at his smile, and find a certain sort of childlike charm in all of this. Which was a nice change of pace, and even if she wasn’t going to explicitly say so to Zane, Xóchitl could show him with her words and expressions that she in fact enjoyed this, and it was nice to talk to someone where the only possible underlying goal was friendship. 

“I mean, we could do it today.” She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “That would make for a story to tell, don’t you think?” Xóchitl nodded, “no pressure, obviously, but if you want to do it, I’m down. This sort of spontaneity doesn’t hurt anybody and can just be plain old fun, so if you’re down, I’m down.”

She tapped her cup against his. “Well, again, you’re very kind to say such a thing.”

—-

It had been way too long since he’d been in company this comfortable, this stress free. He was meeting people, sure, but Emilio was… Emilio, things were still always a bit tense with Jonas, being around Chris just made him inherently awkward and that last meeting with Wynne had been alright but not… good. Zane would have been tempted to somehow slip in the fact that Xóchitl was gorgeous and kind but far from his type if not for the fact that she seemed to be on the exact same wavelength. An honest to god friend date. Even if this would end up being just a one time thing, he was grateful for it all the same.

Even if this sudden change in conversation was making him a little jittery. 

“Really?” he chuckled, somewhere between nervous and giddy at the thought. Zane did want to make sure Xó had a fun afternoon and he had mentioned that getting outside his comfort zone would be a good thing. “I mean, everywhere is probably booked for the day and I’m guessing this sort of thing probably takes a while and you have places to be…” He trailed off, realizing how gloomy this all sounded. “You know what, yeah. Let’s do it. Or at least try. Worst case, we can get one of those box dyes and hope my hair doesn’t fall off.”

—-

It was nice to just be able to talk to someone. Of course, she had people like Emilio, and like Jade, and Wyatt and maybe even that strange musician, Conor. But to have something fall into it all as easily as this was? Absolutely brilliant. Xóchitl would’ve used the word magical if it didn’t seem preposterous to use. Though Zane did have a pretty ideal sort of magic presence around him.

“Yes really! I don’t usually do things I don’t want to do. Plus, you’re a lot of fun.” Except she could practically feel the cloud that covered him, which only made Xóchitl all the more keen to go out and do it. “Yes! Good. Let’s do it! We can try box dye, or I’m happy to bribe any salon into finding an opening for us.” A mischievous twinkle appeared behind her eye. “It’s really up to you, but I’m absolutely and totally down for anything you want to do. Proud of you for suggesting something that’s a bit wild but also very fun and safe.” Because she didn’t want her possible-new-maybe-friend to get hurt (or die) on their very first hangout.

She didn’t want him to ever get hurt (or die), but it would be especially awful if it all happened at the very start of everything.

—-

Her excitement was so contagious, there was no ignoring it. Zane couldn’t help but wonder if this is what it would have been like to grow up with siblings - well, have siblings and a normal childhood, maybe. Being blood didn’t matter, that much he’d learned over the years. His found family might have been a bit strange at the moment, an odd assembly of such different people that it was a wonder he could care so much about all of them. Maybe Xóchitl could fit in there, be another reason this town wasn’t quite as awful as it regularly attempted to be. 

So yeah, his breath hitched a little when she said she was proud of him for something as silly as this, and it was probably a bit weird that he already felt needlessly protective of her. It didn’t matter because right now, they had a hair salon to find. “Heck yeah.” Smiling, Zane felt light as he dug out some cash to leave as a tip, bumping his shoulder fondly into Xó’s as they moved for the door. 

#writing #vanishingreyes #thread:xóchitl #xóchitl.001

[fruityfroggy]

Remember Hecate, my ts Li oc that I’ve only briefly mentioned before because I can’t draw her? Probably not, but that’s alright. I’m just in the mood to spread some propaganda about her rn.

So if any MCs are curious about a tall, goth, phantom-harpy woman, keep reading!

These are some interesting things about Hecate, and you should know them!

She lives in a house in the woods of an alternate dimension. It’s the dimension where she made a deal with Lucifer (how she got her beast form), and she’ll let you stay in her gothic house as a bed and breakfast if she likes you enough. Who needs the Wet Wick when you have the luxury to stay at her place any time? Just don’t question where she goes when midnight arrives…

Her dark red eyes can glow in different brightnesses, depending on the negative emotion she’s feeling. This is an interesting way to take a peak at how Hecate truly feels about someone or something. For example, her eyes glow a dim red light when she sees Mhin. There’s some tension between the two at the moment, but her eyes aren’t glowing bright enough for it to be anger towards them. She’s…sad about it. About what happened...

SHE GIVES YOU BAKED GOODS AND PASTRIES (as long as she likes you of course). She does this mostly because my desire to give Mhin sweets made me do it, but it adds to the appeal, right? Plus, SHE HAS A PASTRY POCKET. A POCKET THAT SHE USES TO CARRY AROUND HER PASTRIES (and baked goods, but pastry pocket sounds better)! Idk why I’m so hyped about this idea (maybe because of the gap moe of it), but it did make me design a belt for he pocket to go on

But basically, all the other Lis and MC will get their share of Hecate’s goodies when she bakes a fresh batch (not Leander tho, she refuses, so he’ll just have to beg the others to share some with him). Once you get close with her, she’ll also come out of random alleyways to specifically give you certain sweets!

Hecate has the most similarities with Leander, funnily enough, because she fuckin hates this man’s guts. She wants to kill him, he’s trying his hardest to change her mind. But fortunately, her curse helps her learn his exact intentions, and if getting executed by the Senobium didn’t teach her anything about manipulators, then I don’t know what will (so it was…kind of a good thing she died?). Anyway, let’s talk similarities before I forget!

Their major similarity is how they’re both unaffected by your curse. You can touch them with your bare hands all you want (they both secretly like it...for different reasons though). This brings us to their second similarity, which is their powerful magical ability. Just two mages who both have a source of power that’s hard to access (as well as their overall skills in magic), making them more powerful than most. The last one is one that all of them have to some extent (so Hecate kinda had to have it), which is the different (almost opposite) sides to them that obscure their true nature.

She knows the secrets of everyone else (the other Lis AND you). Hecate has a curse that automatically forces information on whoever she meets for the first time, into her brain. Specifically, info on everything that has happened to them and everything they've done in life (I called this " the ability to read life force" the last time I talked about it, which doesn't make any sense, so it's a curse now). She's fine with it since it is quite helpful in a place like Eridia. But, having memories that aren't yours can be quite terrifying. Especially traumatic ones...

So, even if you're not romancing Hecate, it's still best to keep her on your side and at least consider her warnings and advice (especially the ones that she repeats).

That'll be it for this nonsense post! If you're still here, then...I'm kinda sorry lol. But yeah, hope I didn't bore you.

Just one question tho...would you choose Hecate's route?

#why did I make this post when I know that I'm awful at explaining my thoughts? #idk #I just felt like it #sometimes you just feel like talking about your ocs #but feel free to ask questions if you have any #Hecate: The Magic-Ridden Phantom #touchstarved oc #oc lore

[somer-writes]

Through what medium do you primarily write? (Pencil, computer, voice to type, old timer typewriter, what?)

ya boi is a computer girlie 💕 i hand write when i am desperate and need creative relief (usually while traveling). i need to start keeping a pocket notebook to write down the weird ideas i get in the middle of the day and promptly forget.

i would LOVE a typewriter but i make dumb mistakes and also the ease of uploading work directly to platforms is very nice. plus you cant mail manuscripts to most publishing houses any longer and i dont own a scanner.

i have seen those dedicated word processor doodads. the “e typewriters” which are cool and also stupid expensive???

for writing software i do my non serious work in gdocs. I’ve saved everything I’ve ever written since 2011 and it’s sitting in my drive rn. i used to use to word but once my license was up i moved to gdocs exclusively. despite having a MacBook i despise the AppleWorks suite so i don’t use pages. for my more serious projects i use scrivener and am still learning how to use scrivener. its good for trad formatting and moving stuff around easily just annoying to figure out bc its not all that intuitive. I’ve tried plottr in the past and it wasn’t for me and ive used campfire as well but ended up gifting my license to a dm friend of mine since it’s more equipped for that.

If you want a good free writing software i highly recommend pagefour. It’s based on Ms word 2013 and uses open office. its very similar to scrivener,

#writing software #scrivener #i only got it bc a nanowrimo discount #Pretty nice but i suggest getting it through the discount rather than full price #I haven’t used any of the subscription based ones except plottr #I’m a pantser tho so shrug

[koqabear]

I feel like your current word count is a good enough teaser 😭 I love reading your longer fics 🫶🫶

AKSJDSIDB glad u think so 😭😭 i won’t drop all i have rn but… you’ve convinced me to give a small snippet… mind you, it’s a lot of cut up scenes i put together so if it feels like it’s choppy/talks abt something ur not familiar with, that’s why!!

i just kept having to give context/add in certain paragraphs in order for it to have the same effect as the full fic 😞

teaser under the cut— very unedited btw, and kinda long ! 🤗

Past the cliff, in the distance, your eyes spot another hill, similar to the one you currently find your neighborhood on top of; it’s taller than yours, and you’re surprised to find a single house decorating the grand expanse of land, straining your eyes to try and take the details of it as you practically press against the glass. 

It’s quiet— everything is still, and you feel as though time itself has stopped. There’s no movement, and for the first time in what feels like centuries, you allow yourself to remain still and… breathe. 

A quick movement in the window across brings you out of your stupor; you’re jumping up from the suddenness of it, only to be alarmed further by a sharp knocking at your door— you freeze, and you think you may have forgotten how to breathe as your head whips around to face the sound. You don’t dare make any movements, mind racing on who it may be, the possibilities only making your heart pound harder against your chest.

Another knock— only, it’s softer this time; hesitant. Slow, as if the person on the other side is unsure of themselves. That’s enough to make you stand slowly, your curiosity piqued as you carefully make your way to the front door; your footsteps are light and careful, as though they could somehow see inside and spot you refusing to answer the door— cautiously, you lean toward the door, looking through the peephole and trying to see if the person is still outside.

A girl your age stands outside; she wears a clear raincoat and her face is flushed from the cold, cheeks puffed out as she sighs slowly, staring straight into the peephole and indirectly making eye-contact with you— you flinch, and despite your better judgment, you open the door a crack. 

“I’m Kim Chaewon,” she pauses, pointing back at the house to your left; it’s painted a light yellow and is filled with lush gardens, the only house that seems to be feminine and alive on the whole street, “I live in that house there— there’s been rumors of someone young moving into town, but we all thought it was just lies— but imagine my surprise when I saw a car here!”

You’re not sure what to say past a simple greeting; you feel obliged to tell her your name as well, her round eyes flickering over your shoulder and taking in the home behind you as she repeats your name slowly— your skin prickles at the sound, unnerved by the way she leans forward slightly to get a better look at things. 

“Do you need any help?” she asks, smiling cutely even with the way you give her a confused look, “Moving your stuff in, I mean; I couldn’t help but notice the boxes that were still left in your car.”

“Oh no, it’s alright—” you attempt, but your efforts are immediately turned down with a wave of Chaewon’s hand, giving you a persistent smile as she shakes her head. 

“The rain isn’t stopping soon,” she muses, looking behind her and at the dull scenery; she turns, scanning your outfit slowly— you feel oddly self-conscious, hiding behind the door a little. “and you’re not exactly dressed to be out in the rain, I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“Plus, I’d like to help you out! As a neighbor, y’know? I’m actually kinda excited that there’s someone new here.”

“Sure, if you insist,” you say awkwardly, your smile tense as you watch the way she cheers slightly; her cheerful and bubbly attitude is slightly jarring to you, and you try your best to laugh along as you pat your pockets for your keys and slip on your shoes, despite her protests that she’ll just do it herself— pulling your hood back on, you unlock the car, giving Chaewon another shaky smile before you’re running off to get the boxes out of your car. 

___

“Thank you so much for your help, Chaewon,” you smile, the action a bit stiff as her own only widens in response, “But you should probably get going now, the weather’s a bit…”

You trail off, looking past her and at the gloomy sky; she turns to follow the point your gaze has landed on, and as if the gods were finally on your side for once, lighting strikes in the very distance. 

“And I don’t really have the accommodations for guests right now— I hope you understand.” you’re too tired to hope that you don’t come off as hostile; your mind is only hoping that she’ll take the hint! Watching the way she remains frozen, not a thought in her eyes as she takes a moment to process your words. You know she’s finally gotten your message when you see her smile twitch slightly. 

“Ah. Right,” she says, laughing breathily before she’s taking another glance behind you; you simply smile back tensely, unable to help the way you lean on the doorway and pull the door along with you, “Well, I should probably let you get settled in.”

She points over her shoulder, looking back at the yellow house with the pretty garden before she’s turning back to you with her usual bright smile. 

“I’m in that house over there. If you ever need me.” your solemn nod isn’t even half the response she was looking for. With one last soft laugh, she takes a step back, running a hand through her hair and proceeding to knock down the hood of her raincoat before she’s rushing to put it back up— she tries to laugh with you at the situation, but you can only offer her a twitch of your lips that makes her wince— like a kicked puppy, she turns to leave; you’re about to close the door entirely before she’s whipping back around, startling you from the sheer suddenness as she lets out a loud Oh!

“Curtains,” she says, eyes wide as she snaps her fingers and points at you. You don’t bother to conceal your confused— and slightly annoyed— look this time, raising a brow and resting your head on the doorframe as you simply let out a slow sigh and wait for her to continue.

“You should install curtains. Like right now.” She bites her lip, head turning to the side and eyes sweeping over the neighborhood; she turns back, and her eyes are pinned right on your door as she continues— her voice is nothing more than a whisper, and you’re leaning forward slightly to catch her words.

“The neighbors like to snoop.”

She runs off without so much as a “goodbye”. Her rain boots splash into puddles and her hand comes up to keep her hood on, and though you really don’t mean to, you watch her until she’s at her front doorstep; her demeanor is different, hasty hands patting her pockets for her keys before she finally finds them— she looks around for a moment after she’s unlocked her door, and her eyes lock onto yours unexpectedly. 

She gives you a tight lipped smile before she ducks into her home— moments pass, but none of the lights turn on inside.

You stay out on your porch a while longer; taking in the neighborhood you’ve found yourself at, scanning each house as you wonder who your new neighbors might be— Chaewon’s house, as bright and pretty as it may be, remains quiet; not a light has turned on, as though no one were home. There are two houses next to hers, but only one mirrors her own, painted beige and filled with lush plants and bushes while the other is a dull gray, entirely plain save for the curtains within the house. 

The homes to your right aren’t much more interesting. All painted neutral colors and barely decorated, the only home that stands out to you from that row being the farthest one from you; two chairs are placed on their porch, a single lantern hanging from one of the posts— other than that, everyone else’s homes seem just as bland as yours, save for Chaewon’s pastel dream-like home that makes you wonder if you’ve been transported to a different reality every time you look at it.

What a strange girl, is all you can think, finally going back inside with a shiver, a cool wind passing by and making you wrap your arms tightly around yourself. 

Your door shuts with a soft click, and you find that you feel dreadfully alone again. You’re reluctant to turn the lights back on, but you’re not given much of a choice due to the lack of natural light that comes in, the curtains that you ordered to be put in much more efficient than you expected as you move to open them slightly. 

It’s not much of a change, even with them pulled open. You’re huffing in annoyance at the sight before you return to the boxes you reluctantly allowed her to help you move in, staring at the labeless containers and wondering what you could have possibly shoved into each of them. 

“Fuck, I need to get new lightbulbs,” you utter to yourself, leaning down to open them reluctantly, sorting through each box and placing them in their respective rooms before you finally begin to unpack— walking to the kitchen, you glance out your window, footsteps coming to a slow stop as a strange realization hits you.

Curtains, she had told you, your eyes falling onto the heavy black-out curtains you picked out meticulously for your living room, You should install curtains. Like right now.

A frown pulls at your face, brows furrowing and your fingers digging slightly into the cardboard of the box in your hands— you’re not sure what takes over you, but you’re suddenly placing the box down, going from room to room as you inspect every window, the same curtains as before installed in each one as her words only confuse you further; you’re restless, lip caught between your teeth as you wonder what she could possibly mean by that, if she was just messing with you.

You make your way into your bedroom with slow, tentative steps— and spot your beautiful bay window, a large source of light that has yet to be covered simply because you were waiting to see it in person to choose what would look best with it— and Chaewon’s words come back in your mind, daunting and making your stomach twist in confusion and worry as you look out into the ocean, past the grand expanse and to the large hill that interrupts the body of water.

The neighbors like to snoop.

___

#there’s a lot of paragraphs missing akdbskdb #so maybe this can give you guys a feel of what this fic will be like #my halloween fic btw!!! #gonna be a dark fic 😊 #rambles #koqabear asks