#it's probably not that deep i just like seeing paul get to be a kid

[jayvikyuri]

something that i appreciate about lynch's dune is the fact that paul is allowed to be seen as childish. obviously he is, in fact, a child but he is inundated with the feeling of terrible purpose and prophetic visions and the pressures that come with being the duke's son etc which really does force him to mature but guess what he still gets to keep a pet pug okay? and he's gonna carry that thing around everywhere okay?

not that it's inherently childish to have a pet but it's a nice touch considering we don't get a lot of insight into paul's personal feelings because it's a film as opposed to a novel. we see paul exhibit childish, playful behavior at other points in the beginning of the film (his sparring with gurney, pretending to be asleep so he can eavesdrop and failing, and his general opposition to authority (although this is also quite playful in itself)) but that quickly seeps out of him as he's thrust into the world of arrakis.

and the other examples i listed are nice too but they come straight from the book and we, as i said before, don't get a lot of insight into paul's own feelings in the film, so it's kind of cool that they veered from the books to make up for it and were like heyy...wouldn't it be nice if paul had a pug? oh yeah that actually sounds really great get that boy a pug

[f0point5]

i NEED jealous Max. Please 🥺🥺🥺 I love jealous/possessive guys haha the feminism just leaves my body

Me too! GOD. Me, too.

It took me ages to decide how to go about this because I had soooo many ideas but I hope you like it!

✨set during the Miami GP weekend 2022✨

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush

Max glances down at his watch. 17 minutes. 17 minutes you’ve been standing in the gallery area of the garage, fanning yourself with a magazine - with Max’s face on the front of it, no less - in the Miami heat, talking to some freakishly tall guy in a Louis Vuitton denim jacket and aviator sunglasses. He’s so painfully American that Max wonders what you even have to talk about for…eighteen minutes.

You tighten your high ponytail while Paul Bunyon talks, his mouth wide with every word. Max studies your face for any sign that you’re bored. He’s bored of watching this, but he knows from experience that not looking isn’t a real option. You haven’t looked over at him once in those eighteen minutes, in fact you haven’t even been distracted by the mechanics moving around or the noise of drilling and clattering tools.

This guy must be really fucking interesting.

You smile at something Captain America says and Max feels his jaw clenched so hard he thinks a tooth is going to crack.

It’s like he’s thirteen again, watching you stand in the middle of the makeshift paddock at the karting track, swarmed by every one of his competitors, their parents packing up their stuff as they vie for your attention. He was the only one who stayed away, following his dad’s instructions on how to properly dismantle and store things while sneaking glimpses at the show you were running. He would win every race and still go home feeling like a loser.

It’s different now, of course. He doesn’t take your gregarious nature so personally now, and he can admit he understands what men see in you now, even if he doesn’t feel it. But he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t trigger something in him to see the way men react to you. It might irritate him less if you enjoyed it, but you’ve long since grown out of that. Now, you expect it so much that you ignore it, and Max has no choice to but to notice it, the same way you’d notice a rusty knife embedded in your side.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” GP says, which snaps Max out of his calculations.

“I’m listening,” Max says, fiddling with the brim of his cap. “Drive fast, win race, I got it,”

GP frowns at his dismissive tone, and Max makes a point of looking at his water bottle, lest GP realise what actually had his attention. “Max, you need to focus. What are you even-“ It’s the sound of your laugh - high pitched over the deep bass of the music - that makes GP look across the garage. His features twist in disapproval as he turns back to Max. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Max looks down at his shoes, moving his foot as he inspects them. “What?”

Above him, GP groans. “I’m not going to say anything about the situation as a whole, because it’s waste of my time. But specifically now, she’s right there, she’s not going anywhere. Can we please just go through this once and then you can carry on staring?”

Max rolls his eyes, steeling his face as a cameraman enters the garage. He’s wearing a Red Bull shirt so Max doesn’t mind too much, but he can’t be captured looking as morose as he feels. The cameraman pans past him and onto you and the guest. Max watches you cringe as the guy throws up some hand sign to the camera, clearly at home with the media attention.

“Who even is that?” Max asks, unable to hide his rancour. He’s probably going to be forced to take a picture with Popeye later.

“I don’t know, some American football player?” GP says with a shrug, giving Max a helpless look. GP couldn’t give less of a shit about the celebrity guests touted around the gargae, and normally Max is his ally. “Are we done?”

Max nods, but not even a second later he’s looking again. It gets worse the more you talk, he can see this guy becoming more enchanted by the second. He wonders what kind of steroids they take in American sports leagues because the meathead is acting like a dog in heat. He leans towards you at an angle that is wholly unnecessary, his eyes fixated on your mouth, nodding too emphatically at everything you say.

“My God, why doesn’t he just lick her face,” Max says incredulously, more to himself than anything.

“Max,” GP sighs.

“Come on,” Max implores with a scoff, stopping himself from outright gesturing in your direction. “Look at him. That’s embarrassing,”

GP fixes Max with a deadpan expression. “Right, but you being sulky and jealous is the height of cool?”

“I’m not jealous.”

And he isn’t. Because Joe DiMaggio over there doesn’t have anything he wants. He’s not going to waste time being jealous of a guy getting half an hour with you when he has cats, and a home, and a life with you.

Finally, you look in his direction, but only because GP calls your name. “Can you come here?”

You give GP a thumbs up and excuse yourself, trotting over to Max without a second thought. Wannabe Tom Brady brazenly enjoys the view, and Max swears he hasn’t been that close to punching someone since Monza last year.

“What’s up?” You ask, slotting yourself between the two men as you lean back against the shelf.

GP hands you his phone. “Beat this Candy Crush level for me, would you? Been stuck for days,”

You look at him skeptically, but years of being filmed up close by cameras on the pit wall have given GP a hell of a poker face; he just stares back at you, and you give up with a huff.

“Men are hopeless,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” GP says, his eyes pointedly on Max, who can’t even defend himself.

Desperate to avoid GP’s scrutiny, he glances over at the gallery, only to find the Yank looking at him. Well, not him, you. He’s got that curious expression as he assesses you fiddling with GP’s phone, one that says he’s trying to understand if he has something to be worried about. He doesn’t. You’re not his to worry about.

“Here,” Max says, pulling off his cap. You barely look up at him before he puts his cap firmly on your head, holding it steady with one hand while pulling your ponytail through the hole at the back with the other.

The brim of the hat obscures half your face, and Max turns so that half your body is shielded by his, which he tells himself is in case a camera comes by.

“It’s sunny,” Max shrugs in his own defence, when he notices you looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

You adjust the cap on your head but don’t take it off. “Why don’t you just give me your letterman jacket?”

“My what?”

“Never mind,” you chuckle, shaking your head at him as you pat his chest with an indulgent smile.

He takes the opportunity at the sound of a large wheel gun to glance over at the gallery, only to meet the eyes of the guy you were talking to. Now that you’re no longer next to him, Max does sort of recognise him. He plays for some team named after an animal. Max just looks at him - he’ll do this all day if he has to - until the guy shoves his hands in his pockets and pulls out his phone, starting to tap away. Yeah, go back to Raya.

Good riddance, Max thinks to himself as he turns back to you, only to find that you already looking at him. He wonders for how long.

He can tell by your smirk that he’s been caught. If he’s honest with himself you caught him five years ago, this was just one of the few moments he let you know it. And you know it. How could you not know?

He thinks for a second that you’re going to tease him, but you don’t. You shift on your feet so that some of your weight rests against his arm, and go back to playing on GP’s phone.

“Go on, GP,” he says, fighting a smile at the large number 1 on the brim of what is now your hat.

He knows from the way GP is looking at him that he’ll get an earful about this later, but right now, he just clears his throat.

“Right, so,”

[findmeinforks]

Stay - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Happy 2024! I honestly didn't know what to call this, but I just kept writing and now I'll probably need a part 2 🙃 enjoy 💕 2.8K words

"You have no idea how excited I am. I mean just how long have I been begging you to come live with me?" Emily grinned into the phone that was tucked between her shoulder and ear. She paced the kitchen while whisking a bowl of brownie mix, mindlessly chatting away.

"I must warn you though that the house does get chaotic. But the boys are pretty good about keeping up after themselves," she said while swatting away Embry's hand that almost made a dip in the bowl. He put his hands up in self defense as she rolled her eyes.

"Sounds great. Sam will pick you up at the airport tomorrow at noon. Let me know if you need anything else, and have a safe flight. I love you!" She she set the bowl on the counter, hanging up the phone.

"Was that Y/N? She's moving in tomorrow?" Quil questioned from the table with a mouth full of chips.

"Yes, and I trust that you boys will be on your best behavior in welcoming her..." Emily raised her eyebrow as she pointed a dripping whisk of batter at all the men now surrounding the kitchen.

"Depends, is she hot?" Embry snickered as he sat down.

"Oh....she is." Quil emphasized with wide eyes.

"Get it Embry!" Paul snorted as he clapped him on the back, reaching over into Quil's bag of chips.

"They WILL be on their best behavior. And no one will be 'getting' shit." The booming voice of Sam emerged behind Emily, wrapping his arms around her torso.

He reached his head over her shoulder as she let him lick what was left on the whisk, earning a disgusted "Seriously?" from Quil.

"Hey, but what if she's my imprint??" Embry held his up his finger to argue.

"You know that would be a different story...but we know already she isn't Quil's" Sam smirked at the youngest pack members now disappointed face.

"You guys are kidding right? I've seen pictures. Shes insanely out of all your leagues." Jacob quipped as he strolled to the living room.

"Anything is better than my crushes newborn infant..." Embry muttered under his breath, making all the boys cower in laughter.

"Oh yeah? You wanna say that again?" Jacob challenged.

Sam walked around in between them, looking from side to side at them both.

"THIS is what Emily is talking about. Keep the fights outside boys. I mean it. Just because Y/N knows about the pack doesn't mean she won't get scared if you clowns nearly phase in the kitchen. Are we clear?"

The two reluctantly nodded, Jacob sulking away to the living room.

"But come on, that was kinda funny.." Embry whispered, making the other boys giggle.

Paul shook his head with a smile at his little brother, leaving the room to shower before dinner.

-

There was something about the conversation that stuck with Paul throughout the night. Since Sam had met Emily, all of his brothers wanted imprints. They all saw what it was like to have one up close, and craved it desperately. He grimaced at the thought. The idea of a "soulmate" sounded ridiculous to Paul.

The problem wasn't that he didn't believe in it. Anybody could see the intense love that imprints had for one another, their bond growing with them until old age.

But Paul was not familiar with the term love. He never did get to see the love between his father and mother. She had been his imprint, but passed long before Paul could remember much about her. He watched his father struggle emotionally, never being able to get through the grief of her loss. Sure, he raised Paul as best he could, but deep down it was his mother that would have filled the void in their quiet house.

Things did get a little brighter when Paul joined the pack. For the first time he truly felt like he was part of a real family. He came home to hot meals, genuine laughter, and lively conversation. Not only had he gained a group of brothers, but ones with unwavering loyalty. None of them ever strayed away when Paul lost control of his temper, and were the first ones to help him learn to control it.

Maybe that was the reason he never looked for anything serious when it came to women. What was the point? One little outburst and they were out the door quicker than they had come in. He didn't allow himself to feel anything for them, because they'd end up leaving, and he was saving himself the heart break anyways.

Paul lay awake that night certain about one thing, he didn't need an imprint.

-

You inhaled the crisp fall air. Smiling wide as you looked up the steps to the new home awaiting you, the patio adorned in different flowers and cutesy outdoor decor.

"Oh Em it's just how I remember. You always make it look so cozy," you said as you squeezed the arm of your cousin beside you.

She returned your same smile.

"You're too sweet. I just can't believe you're really here. Come on, I'll introduce you to the boys."

You followed her up the steps, walking through the door to the warm smell of baked goods, no doubt that Emily had been up all night. You chuckled to yourself as you remember how she would go overboard on food whenever she was excited about something and couldn't sleep.

What you weren't used to, however, was being greeted by the several shirtless men. All incredibly in shape with tattoos on their arms, you might have been intimidated if it weren't for their cheesy smiles.

Emily gestured to each of them,

"You remember Quil, and that's Embry, Jacob, Seth, andddd well," she looked around puzzled for a moment. "I guess I'll introduce you to Paul whenever he comes around."

You waved at Quil and shook the other's hands.

There must have been some sort of inside joke, because as you finished with introductions you saw Sam laugh while they collectively let out a small sigh.

You don't think you were meant to hear it, but you caught Sam whisper at Embry,

"Better luck next time kid."

Emily didn't make a big deal of whatever it was, guiding you to your room.

After you got settled in, you found yourself strolling the hallway, looking over all the framed pictures on the wall. You had been over the moon when Emily had found Sam. You've never seen her so happy before, and you could tell he looked at her in the exact same way.

Not paying attention when the bathroom door opened, you collided with a large bare chest that stepped into the hall.

You gasped as two strong arms to match caught you before you fell, luckily, and you embarrassingly faced the one man you of course had no former introduction with.

"I am so, so sorry. I-"

"No no it's fine, are you-"

Both of you started and stopped mid sentence. Your attention had been captured when you two locked eyes. It was like you had been anchored to the floor by them. This warm, fuzzy energy had your entire body buzzing. It was so silent that you could hear your own blood flow in your ears. You furrowed your eyebrows in the haze. What the hell...

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME??"

A loud voice cut through the trance and you flinched at the abrupt sound. The man held you slightly tighter for a moment, as if he was about to protect you from whatever had interrupted you both in this hypnotic state.

Turning around so you both could see that the voice had been Embry, the man looked back and quickly dropped his arms, as if he just realized he had been holding you that whole time.

An unfamiliar emptiness lingered when he let go. He quickly averted his gaze, mumbling another apology before brushing past you, into a room, shutting the door.

-

His imprint. Right there. In the hallway of his own home.

Paul couldn't breathe.

He sat on the edge of his bed, nervously running his hands through his hair in a panic.

You were beautiful.

Breathtaking.

Your smell was intoxicating and your skin was so, so very soft. Your voice sounded like an angel. Your hair-

No.

No, he couldn't let himself think like this. He didn't need an imprint. Didn't even want one in the first place.

Was this some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him? This girl could have anyone she wants. Why him?

Emily's call for dinner had him taking deep breaths. He could do this. They could live amongst eachother and not have to talk. There's ton of people in this house, it would be rare that the two of them would ever be alone. Right? Right. He could do this.

He walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. Wake up. It's just some girl. No different than the many that he had been with. Hell, if he could have sex with someone and never think of them again, he could do it. They had barely exchanged a sentence. Barely touched. He would be fine.

-

You sat down at the table, trying to behave as normal as possible. What happened in the hall was nothing. Whiplash. Yes, it was probably the whiplash from running into him. The poor guy seemed shy, and he was most likely just as shook up as you. It was a small accident and nothing more. He certainly didn't seem angry or upset, just caught off guard.

But wow....was he handsome. Certainly more attractive than any lousy guy you'd ever been with. He had this aroma of sandalwood and forest that was enchanting.

Okay, slow down Y/N. Let's not walk in on the first day and jump on some guy. After all, you two are going to be living together. Maybe don't make him uncomfortable in his own home. You shook your head to yourself. Just forget about the whole thing and it will be fine.

Luckily, Emily had started conversations around the table, easily able to take your mind elsewhere.

That was, until he came in the room. There was a beat of silence when he entered, the other boys seeming to look at him like they were anticipating something. When he didn't make a sound or even look up to anyone, slumping at the table and taking a plate, the conversations arose again.

Dinner was excellent as usual for Emily's cooking, and besides your beating heart constantly begging you to look at the man near the end of the table, it was almost normal.

It was when Emily put delicious brownies on the table, that it took a turn for the worse.

"I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN. SHUT THE FUCK ALONE ABOUT IT" Everyone's head turned to the angry voice. It was him. He was so visibly upset that he was shaking, staring daggers at Embry beside him. Slamming his fists on the table as he stood up, you let an audible gasp slip.

That's when he looked at you for the second time that night. It was a far reach, but somehow you saw his eyes soften. The crinkles of anger in his eyebrows vanished, and he swallowed, before bolting out the door. Sam immediately followed, and Emily sighed, reaching out to touch your arm.

"I'm sorry about Paul. He's very.....expressive sometimes."

Paul.

-

"Leave me alone Sam."

Paul sighed through the mind link, his large wolf racing through the trees.

He didn't mean it. He never means it. But Embry would simply not stop talking. First it was meaningless. He asked what imprinting felt like. Paul had shrugged it off as nothing crazy, hoping he'd drop it there. Then, he had asked him if he planned on pursuing the imprint. Of course he told him he wasn't. He didn't need a soulmate. No matter what his instincts told him. But then, Embry had smiled and thanked him, telling him that you were now "fair game".

That had been when he lost it.

He stopped on the edge of a cliff, breathing in the fresh water air. Sam slowly approached his side.

"Embry only said that to get a rise out of you, you know."

Paul scoffed.

"He can do whatever he wants. I don't care about her."

"Oh you don't?" Sam didn't sound so convinced.

"Even if I did, she wouldn't want me. Did you....did you see the look on her face when I yelled?" Paul replayed it over and over. You had looked absolutely frightened.

"There is a reason she was chosen to be your imprint Paul. You don't know Y/N. She is patient, and most of all understanding. If you talked to her-"

"I don't need to talk to her. I am perfectly fine alone. I don't need a woman, and I definitely don't need an imprint."

Sam sighed.

"Paul. You can do what you want. I'm not the type of alpha to force you to love someone. But believe me when I say that I had a dark past. I was also comfortable with being alone. Emily is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Having a conversation with her doesn't mean there will be wedding bells tomorrow. All I'm saying is you don't know unless you try."

Paul nodded, and Sam left him with his thoughts.

-

You stared at the numbers on your phone screen. 2:00am. You huffed in frustration. Your mind had been a constant replay of the events today, your mind spiraling. You had settled on the fact things around here were weird, when you had visited Emily and accidentally caught sight of Sam in wolf form. But this energy couldn't have anything to do with that. Could it?

You decided to make yourself some tea to try and relax. Knowing Emily you knew there had to be some in the kitchen. You tip toed in the dark, your body stiffening as you recognized a familiar muscular back that sat at the kitchen table in a dim light.

You were ready to retreat back to your room when he turned his head around to look at you.

Damn, wolves must have good hearing.

"I was just....going to make some tea.." you pointed to the cabinet awkwardly.

He nodded, looking back down at what appeared to be a cup of coffee.

He couldn't sleep either?

You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the counter as you awaited the kettle, praying that if you stared at it long enough, it would speed up the process.

-

Fuck, was this torture. You were like a goddess, standing there in your pajamas, hair astray and up in a haphazard bun. He imagined walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, soaking in your warmth while he pressed gentle kisses on your neck. He wondered what it sounded like to hear you laugh...

STOP STARING. Say something. Anything. Just. Try.

He cleared his throat. It must have startled you because you quickly turned to face him.

"I'm...sorry. About what you saw earlier. That's not like me. I-Embry, he can get under my skin sometimes," he rubbed the back of his head.

"But that's no excuse. I'm-um, Im Paul, by the way."

He lifted his hand up in an almost wave. Why was he so awkward? He was never this way with women.

You giggled, and suddenly, he felt like he was in heaven.

"Y/N. And no worries at all, Emily said you can be....'expressive' sometimes."

He chuckled.

"That's one word for it. But I just don't want to scare you off..."

"Well. I think if knowing that you can all turn into a large creatures who can rip me apart and that doesn't scare me away, I think you were okay." You smiled. He could look at that smile forever.

-

He was actually talking to you. Man, was his laugh so perfect. You could talk with him forever.

The kettle screeched, and you reluctantly made your tea.

"Well....I guess I'll see you around, Paul." You took your mug and headed for your room.

-

His name on her tongue. He wanted her to say it again.

"You can stay. If-if you want. I, uh, I don't...know much about you."

You smiled.

"I'd like that."

To be continued......

[purple-imagines]

Bloated?

Pairing - Paul Lahote x FemaleReader

Summary - Reader starts gaining weight and the pack starts noticing

Warnings - body shaming, kissing, swearing, pregnancy, vomiting, period talk, Jacob being an ass, kinda ooc

Word Count - 3693

Masterlist

Friday, June 6th

"Em?" Y/N asked looking into the mirror at her stomach. "Does my stomach look, I dont know, bloated to you?"

"Um, yeah, maybe a little bit. I dont think it's anything to worry about though." The older woman replied, after looking at the girls stomach.

"I just feel like I'm getting fat. Paul probably notices too." She put her head down.

"Honey, that boy loves you more than anything. You're his whole world. You have nothing to worry about. He imprinted on you and he loves you. Now stop putting yourself down and help me make this food for them animals."

The girl laughed and started getting the table set.

Tuesday, June 10th

"Hm. That's weird."

"What?" Leah asked, the girl staying at her house.

"Nothing, just my period was supposed to start 3 days ago. I'm sure it's fine, this happens sometimes."

"If you're sure, and hurry up Elijah is about to kill Klaus."

Thursday, June 19th

The girl let out a groan, flushing the toilet after being woken up with the sudden urge to vomit.

Saturday, June 21st

All the girls, Emily, Leah, Kim, and Y/N, were all out shopping and having a girls day.

While Leah and Kim were looking through sets of bikinis. Y/N pulled Emily to the side.

"Em, I think I might be pregnant."

"What? Why do you think that??"

"Um, my periods late, my stomach looks bloated, and I've been throwing up. Not to mention Paul made my favorite dinner the other night and I couldn't stand the smell."

"We need to get you a test then, Hon."

***

After Leah and Kim left, Emily let Y/N go into the bathroom to take the test.

Coming out the bathroom, Y/N starts stressing. "What if its positive? What will Paul think? How do I deal with this?"

"Hey. Hey. Just breath. Let's first figure out if you're pregnant or not." Emily calmly says.

"Yeah, you're right." Taking a deep breath she starts to calm, until the timer goes off and her eyes get wide. "Can you check?"

Emily walks into the bathroom and looks at the test, coming out with tears in her eyes. "Um, yeah, you're pregnant"

"Oh mi gosh. Em, what am I supposed to do? Paul and I haven't even talked about kids. What if he doesn't want any?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Take a couple days to think, and tell Paul when you're ready."

"Thank you, Emily. You always know what to say." The girl wraps her arms around the woman.

Wednesday, June 25th

The imprints made burgers and the pack was having a cookout. Everyone was making their plates. Y/N started to make her plate putting 2 burgers, each with cheese, tomato, onion, and chili. Put a little bit of slaw on the side and some chips.

"Dang girl, you're hungry today." Embry joked, making the girl laugh.

"He's not kidding you are eating a lot more lately." Jacob grumbled.

The girl got quiet and let out a silent "oh".

"What was that? Jacob." Paul growled.

"I'm just saying look at her Paul, everyone here notices how big she's getting. Maybe she should cut back."

After hearing that the girl started to stand up. Paul grabbing her hand. "Its fine, Paul. I'm just gonna go home."

She quietly grabbed her bag and apologized for the inconvenience. "Sorry, I didn't realize I did that. You can have them." Then she walked out the house. Leah chasing after her.

"What the fuck Jacob?!" Paul yelled.

"Paul." Sam warned.

"No Sam. He called her fat, she's not fat."

"We don't need a fight to break out."

"If he didn't want a fight he wouldn't have said anything."

"Paul. Enough."

Paul was shaking horribly. Sam pushed him out the house.

"Really Jacob?!" Jared called, running after Sam and Paul.

"Why is everyone so mad? I just told her how it was. You all can see how much bigger she's getting." Jacob tried to justify himself.

"That doesn't mean that you point it out." Seth told him.

"I know you were all thinking it. Just because I have the guts to tell Paul how it is doesn't make me the bad guy."

"Maybe you should learn the whole story before you go around hurting people."

"Seth. What's that supposed to mean? Seth!"

Seth ran out the house, hoping to find Leah and Y/N.

"Embry? Even you said something."

"I was joking Jake. What you did was uncalled for." Embry scoffed.

"Come on."

"Just stop Jacob." Emily snapped, causing the three left there to widen there eyes.

"Emily. Seriously? You know she's bigger!" Jacob was getting angry.

"Yeah, Jacob. She's eating more and getting bigger, but it's none of your business!" Emily snapped again.

"What if eating so much is hurting her?"

"It's not though, Jacob."

"How do you know??"

"Jacob when she is ready you'll know. Until then shut up."

"Sorry, damn."

***

"Y/N!"

"Y/N"

"Damn, you're fast."

"What do you want Leah?" Y/N sighed as she stopped and turned around, her eyes red and puffy.

"Don't listen to Jacob. He's an asshole."

"I don't care about what Jake said."

"You do or you wouldn't be crying."

"He called me fat Leah. I've never been called that before." She started to tear up. "And it's not even that I'm fat."

"What is it then?"

"Leah...I'm pregnant."

"What!? That's great news."

"Yeah, except for the fact everyone thinks I'm a pig now."

"They do not. If anyone's a pig it's Jacob. Now come on, you need the feed that little one."

***

"Paul!"

"Calm down!"

"Shift back!"

Sam phased into his wolf.

"Paul!"

"He's such an asshole." Paul snarled.

"You need to shift back. Calm down."

"I'm going to rip his throat out."

"Paul!"

"Come on Paul. She needs you." Jared joined.

"I'm trying! I can't control it."

"Calm your thoughts. Breath."

Paul started to shift back, pulling up his shorts in the process. Jared and Sam following shortly after.

***

"Y/N/N! Are you ok? You know Jake doesn't mean to be an ass." Seth tried to reassure the girl.

The girl laughed and grabbed Seth's hands. "Yes. I'm good. Thank you for checking up on me."

It was quiet for a few moments as the trio started walking back to the house. "So..." Seth piped up. "Does she know?"

Leah gasped. "What?! Know?! You told Seth before you told me!"

"He wasn't supposed to find out! He walked in on me having a meltdown about Paul." Y/N defended herself.

"Shit." The girl squeaked. "Paul! He's going to be asking questions. What am I supposed to tell him! I'm not ready. I just found out myself. I need to process this more. Stupid Jacob and his stupid big mouth!"

"Hey! Hey. Just breathe. Paul will understand if you don't want to talk." Leah reassured.

"Are you sure? Because Paul-"

Seth cut the girl off. "She's sure Y/N/N. He wouldn't pressure you into telling him something you don't want to. Now let's go eat I'm sure Little Bit in there is starving."

Both girls let out laughs.

"Um, guys, actually I was just going to go home. I don't wanna face Jacob's apologizes right now."

"Y/F/N you need to eat." Leah demanded.

"Just bring me something when you're finished? Please."

Leah sighed, knowing she wasn't changing the girls decision. "Fine. But you better eat everything I bring you."

"Pinky promise." She held up both her pinkies to Seth and Leah, Seth grabbing her pinky with his, giggling. Leah rolled her eyes, but nevertheless did the same.

"And..." The girl trailed. "Tell Paul that I took his truck. And that I'm ok?"

"So needy." Leah joked, dragging the 'y'.

"But fine I can do that."

"Thank you! You two are the best!"

"We know." They both said at the same time, causing the trio to laugh.

***

Back at home, the girl, took off her shoes and changed into pajama shorts and one of Paul's shirts.

Turning on her and Leah's favorite show to watch, 'The Vampire Diaries'. It was nice to watch people play supernatural creatures. Got their minds off of the real ones that loomed outside.

***

"Finally!" Was the first thing Leah and Seth heard as they walked through the door into Emily's and Sam's.

"Where's Y/N?" Was the second.

Leah was the one to tell Paul the situation.

"So, you just let her leave?" Paul said.

"Yes. She is a grown woman Paul." Leah retorted.

"She didn't even eat."

"I told her I would bring her something."

"I think I should go over there."

"No, you shouldn't." Sam butted in.

"And why not?!"

"Because Paul you just shifted you don't need to do that around her."

"I wouldn't hurt her." Paul glared.

"That's not the point. I said no and my answer is final. You will not go over to Y/N's tonight." Using his alpha voice, making Paul growl and leave the table.

***

"Is it bad that I'm kind of glad Sam did that?" The girl let out to her best friend.

"Yes!" Leah exclaimed.

"I just- I don't know what I would say to him."

"Your fear of confrontation is peeking through."

"Leah! This is serious."

"And I'm being serious. Paul deserves to know."

"I know. I'm just..." The girl let out a sigh. "Scared."

"You should never be scared with him. He looks at you like you're his sun. The thing that is keeping him alive."

"What if he doesn't want a baby? What if this is the one thing he can't handle with me." She whispered.

"That boy would love to start a family with you. The timing may not be ideal, but I've seen the way he looks at you. I saw the way he looked at you before the imprint. You are his literal everything and not just because fate decided you were destined. You were meant to have forever with each other way before fate decided it."

Y/N had tears in her eyes by the time Leah had finished. "I really needed that Leah." She sniffled. "I guess, sometimes, my insecurities take over. I've just been so scared, with the vampires and Bella. There's no time for a baby. Not in his life. He already has so much on him. Why do I need to add more?"

"Quit putting yourself down. You know you come first, when it comes to anything with Paul. A baby is not a burden, or something that just adds pressure. A baby can bring joy and bring people together. Maybe that's what we all need right now."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"No maybe about it. I am right."

"Oh so modest." The girls giggled.

Thursday, June 26th

Awoken to heavy knocks on the front door, both girls growned, having stayed up most of the night talking.

"Y/N. Get the door." Leah grumbled.

"Why me?" The girl whined.

"It's your house."

"You kept me up all night."

"You mean you kept me up all night."

"No."

"Just open the door."

"Fine." She whined, pushing herself out of bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand that read 8:07 am.

Stomping to the door, grumbling profanities the whole way. She pulled the door open only to be greeted with-

"Paul?"

"Hey! I couldn't sleep without making sure you were ok. Jacob was an asshole. He never should have said those untrue things. I love your body and you should too. I think you're beautiful, inside and out. I don't care that you can eat two burgers, I love a woman that can hold her food. Yo-"

"Paul." She cut him off. "As sweet as this is, can we do it later? I'm sorry. Leah kept me up until 5 this morning and all I wanna do is curl up and take a hundred year nap."

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Want a cuddle buddy?" A smirk slowly rising on his face.

"You know I could never turn you down." She grinned pulling him inside and onto the couch.

***

By the time the girl woke Paul was already gone, a note in his place, telling her he had patrol but would be back after.

Leah was gone too, so the girl assumed the pack needed her as well.

Grabbing some clothes, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

***

After a much needed shower, Y/N looked out the window and noticed Paul's truck still in the driveway and his keys still on her nightstand.

Grabbing the keys, and getting in the truck, she started her drive to Emily's.

***

"Hey Em." She called, walking inside.

"Heyyyy." Said girl peeked her head out the kitchen. "I need to talk to you."

"Ok, nothing stressful about that sentence at all."

"Have you told Paul?"

"Diving right in, I see." She muttered.

"Huh?" Emily called from the kitchen.

"Oh! Uh- no I haven't."

"Do you know when you're going to? Because I think you should soon, it'll make all this doubt you have go away."

"I don't know. Soon though, promise!"

Tuesday, July 7th

Everyone was gathered around Emily and Sam's table, laughing and joking around. Well, everyone except Jacob he was upset with Bella, which made him brood.

Y/N sat beside Paul, occasionally stealing the tomatoes off his plate, he always put them to the side for her to grab because they were her favorites and he wasn't that fond of them.

Going unnoticed by the pack and the imprints, everytime she'd take one Jacob would roll his eyes and scoff.

Grabbing the last one of Paul's plate and about to put it in her mouth she was stopped by Jacob's rude voice.

"Are you serious?" He scoffed.

Everyone looked around confused as to what his sudden outburst was about.

"Everything ok, Jacob?" Emily asked.

Jacob let out a little laugh and clicked his tongue.

This time Y/N spoke up.

"Are you upset, Jacob?"

"Me? What? No." He paused. "I do think Paul should be though."

"Why would Paul be upset?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because his girlfriend has already had more than enough, but she's still eating. And not just that but taking it off his plate. Do you really need that much food Y/N? All it does is make you fatter, which is definitely not something you need. If anything you need to exercise more." He spat at her.

His outburst caused Kim and Emily to let out gasps. Jared and Paul standing up.

Paul had his mouth open about to say something but before he could Y/N interrupted.

"Paul. It's fine. He can feel the way he feels. I'm just gonna go home."

"No you're not." Emily piped in. "Jacob if you could please leave."

"What?" Jacob exclaimed.

"I asked if you could leave, I expect you to use respect in my house and until I see you give some to Y/N I want you to leave."

"She's not even apart of the pack."

"She's an imprint. We are apart of this pack, now are you gonna apologize or did I need to get Paul to escort you out?"

Jacob scuffed, "I'm sorry I called you fat, it may be true but it was not nice of me to say."

Paul was fuming, "I accept your apology"

"No she doesn't." Paul vented.

"Paul, it's fine I don't wanna cause a fight."

"You're not causing the fight. He is."

"He apologized. That's enough. Let's finish eating, then I have to tell you something."

***

"You wanted to tell me something?" Paul said, as he drove them home.

"Can it wait? I'm really tired and just wanna go to sleep."

"Of course, Sweetheart." He kisses her temple.

Thursday, July 9th

"I'm telling him."

All three girls let out simultaneous screams.

"Finally!" Emily exclaimed.

"Took you long enough" Leah joked.

"I still can't believe you're pregnant." Kim gasped.

"Well maybe I should wait a little longer, maybe until August?" Y/N let out a cheeky grin.

"No!" All three girls yelled.

The guys were on patrol and the imprints had the house to themselves. There was a knock at the door.

The girl laughed as she got up to get the door.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Leah questioned Emily.

"No." Emily whispered out.

"Y/N don't answer that." Leah called.

"Guys I invited someone." Y/N answered back.

"Who? We're your only friends." Leah joked.

Y/N opened the door, only for Bella to be standing awkwardly on the other side.

"Hi! Come in. Come in."

"No." Leah deadpanned.

"I thought it would be nice. Jacob really likes her."

"Why do you care what Jacob thinks? He's an ass."

"He wasn't always one. And a friend of Jake's is a friend of ours."

"Well, I think it was nice of Y/N to invite Bella. Make yourself at home Bella, the guys shouldn't be back for a while so it's just us girls. Right now we're just talking but later we're baking!" Emily clapped.

"Ok." Bella squeaked out.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Kim." She introduced herself.

"Bella." She said and waved.

"Well sit down, come on." Emily waved her over. "You ok if we still talk about.."

"Of course! As long as you promise not to tell the guys." Y/N put on her best serious face and looked Bella dead in her eyes.

"I barely talk to them."

"You can't tell Jacob."

"I won't tell Jacob."

"Ok..well I'm pregnant, the baby is Paul's and I haven't told him yet."

"Omg. Congratulations."

"Thank you! I'm kinda in this adrenaline thing right now and I'm hoping it won't wear off by the time Paul gets here." The girls giggled.

"So. Boys!" Emily exclaimed. "Jared?"

"We're really good. He's the greatest. The other day he tried to make me breakfast in bed, he got up really early, my parents were out of town, word of advice Em, never and I mean ever let Jared in the kitchen. It was sweet though he brought me fried eggs and bacon, only all of it was black." Kim laughed at the memory. "And I have a burnt spot on the wall in my kitchen, he still won't tell me what happened."

"He's such a klutz."

"But he makes it so adorable!"

The girls laughed at how in love she was.

"I already told y'all all my boy struggles." Y/N threw her hands up. "What about Sam?" She wiggled her eyebrows, causing the girls to let out giggles.

"Sam is..." Emily let out a sigh, "Sam is perfect. The wedding is soon, as you all know. But enough about me I wanna know about your love life Leah. Oh, and Bella would you like anything to drink, we've got wine and water, sorry not much."

"I'm good. Thank you." Bella muttered, still awkward.

"Leahhhh. Love life. Go." Emily may be a little tipsy.

"Can't talk about something that's non-existent."

"Leah don't lie. We're all friends here." Y/N blurted out.

"Fine. I did meet this girl....but that's all I'm saying!"

Emily and Kim let out pouts while Y/N laughed, maybe letting them have wine was a bad idea.

"You." Emily pointed at Bella.

"Me?" Bella questioned.

"Yes. How's your vamp?"

"Oh, um- he's nice, I guess."

"No. I need more than nice."

"He's really good at dancing." Bella shrugged.

"I need more." Emily begged.

Maybe Bella should of said yes to that wine.

***

It had been a good four hours and 4 out of 5 of the girls were more than tipsy. The 5th one just laughing her ass off at her friends.

The guys were in for a surprise when they came in. There was flour everywhere. In places where flour shouldn't be.

The girls were sitting in a circle in the kitchen, giggling, waiting on their cookies and brownies and muffins to be done. They got a little over board.

Then the door opened and the girls went silent. Sam walked through the door to be met with flour and baking ingredients all over the table and counters, along with 3 empty bottles of wine. He could hear whispers in the kitchen.

"Maybe if we stay really quiet they won't realize we're here." Emily whispered. The other girls giggling. "Shhhhh."

Sam peered over into the kitchen, watching the five girls huddle down, not noticing he was there. Hearing the guys he quieted them letting them look.

Emily peered up seeing the guys watch them causing her to squeak and the other girls to look up.

Each guy had an amused look on his face, watching the girls.

"Welp, grab one." Sam called.

Sam scooped Emily up into his arms, causing her to let out of squeal.

Jared did the same to Kim, and Jacob to Bella. Seth grabbed his sister, and Paul grabbed Y/N.

"Paul, wait, I have to tell you something" Y/N said. "I'm not drunk. I can't even drink."

He took the girl and sat her down outside. She stood in front of him, and he gave her a look to continue.

Hearing loud noises coming from the house, they both looked over only to see all four girls watching them with wide grins on their faces.

"What is happening?" Paul asked, with a confused smile.

In the background you could hear the girls screaming with excitement.

"Here goes nothing. Paul..."

"Yes."

"I'm pregnant."

Paul's face was pure shock, all the girls in the background screaming and cheering.

"We're gonna have a baby?"

"Yeah. We're gonna have a baby. It's why I've been getting bigger, as Jacob so kindly reminds me."

"I'll kill him if you want me to."

"I know you would."

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why is the leech lover here?"

"I invited her. She's actually really nice. I get why Jacob likes her."

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby."

"Me neither."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[embrosegraves]

ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝔹𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤?

(request) Paul Aron x Reader Paul and Reader are invited to a Birthday Sleepover “Kimi, look at us! We’re professional drivers and matchmakers!”

Paul was nervous. He hadn’t been to a sleepover since he was little. And here he was, 19 years old and nervous to ring the doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he pushes the button and thinks to himself. He probably wouldn’t be so nervous if he didn’t know you were going to be there. But he did know you were going to be there. In fact you were probably already inside setting up your sleeping area and chatting with everyone while he stood outside. The door swung open just before he could slip too far into his mind. Stood at the door was Dino. The birthday boy. 

“Paul! Come on in.” 

“Hey man!” Paul opened his arms and hugged Dino. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks,” Dino huffed out a laugh, “everyone’s still setting up their area.”  

Paul followed Dino inside and started to greet everybody that was already there. Just as he thought, you were chatting with Kimi as you finished putting your pillow on your rolled out sleeping bag. Looking at you laughing with Kimi, Paul had to remind himself that Kimi was essentially like your little brother who followed you around PREMA like a lost duckling. 

“She’d be laughing with you if you grew some balls and confessed, Aron.” Dino had been trying to convince Paul to confess to you for almost 2 years now. He had also been trying to get you to confess to Paul for almost 3 years. If Paul was helpless, you were a lost cause. “I’m telling you she likes you as well.” 

“Not a chance.” Paul was convinced that there was no way that you liked him back. The possibility just didn’t exist. There was not a single chance on Earth that you liked Paul the way Paul liked you. 

Dino scoffed but let him be. He had this whole night planned out and one way or another, he was going to get one of you to confess before morning. 

“Regardless, the only open spot for you is next to her. So I’d go and say hello at the very least.” 

Paul gently hit Dino on the shoulder as he made his way over to where you and Kimi were still talking. Seeing him approach, Kimi smiled and waved at him. You looked up and smiled. 

“Hey Paul! How are you?” You asked. 

“Hey guys. I’m doing good. Been really busy lately.” He said, waving back at Kimi. He didn’t want to leave the kid hanging. 

“I’m glad.” You said, watching as he began to put his thing down next to your space. “Are you bunking here tonight?” 

“Yeah.” Paul smiled sheepishly. He was nervous that you wouldn’t want him to sleep near you. He felt slightly less nervous when you smiled at him. 

Later on that night, Paul found himself approaching Kimi just after you had left for the bathroom. Without you in the room, Kimi had gotten quieter. It wasn’t that he didn’t know everyone here, because he did, he just felt more comfortable with you around. Paul had begun walking over because a part of him didn’t want Kimi to feel left out, but mostly because he wanted to get to know your relationship with Kimi better.

“I don’t think I’ve seen her as happy with anyone but you.” Paul said. 

Kimi just smiled and chuckled a little. “There is only one person she is happier with.” 

This intrigued Paul. He hadn’t seen you with anyone other than Kimi so far. Sure you had hung around Dino for a bit, but it was his birthday of course you would. 

“Who’s that?” Paul asked. 

“You.” Kimi looked right at him as he spoke. “Unless the conversation calls for something else, you are the only thing she talks about.” 

“I didn’t know that.” 

“Of course you didn’t. She made me promise not to tell, but she really likes you.” Paul didn’t need to know that Kimi and Dino were both in cahoots. “She’s basically my older sister, so don’t break her heart, okay?”

Paul’s voice was barely a whisper, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Eventually you had come back from the bathroom, prompting Dino to gather everyone for a few rounds of Uno and Cards Against Humanity. 

By now it was nearly midnight and everyone was laying down in their sleeping bags, talking about everything and nothing. You and Paul had been talking about the upcoming F1 season when you had noticed some of the others getting quiet. You assumed that they were sleeping. Soon enough it was just you and Paul that were still talking.

There was a small lull in the conversation before the silence was broken by Paul. 

“I don’t want this to change anything between us, but I need to tell you something.” Paul didn’t want to look at you, just in case. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he saw you look at him with disgust.

“Paul, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.” You whispered. 

“Do you promise?” 

“I promise.” 

Your hand reached out to grab his when he took a deep breath. 

“I really like you. I have for years but I was too scared to tell you. I like being friends with you so much and sometimes I feel selfish for wanting to be more than friends. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because I am so lucky to be in your life, but sometimes I think about what it would be like if we weren’t just friends you know?” 

There was silence. You had no idea that Paul felt the same. Unbeknownst to you both, everybody else was listening and waiting with baited breath to hear your response. 

“Y/n?” 

“I really like you too, Paul. For so long now.” You kept your voice at a whisper, but made sure to tighten your grip on his hand. 

“Really?” His voice was so full of hope, it almost made you feel stupid for not confessing sooner. 

“Mhmm. Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I like to think about us together. What we would do. What dates we would go on.” Shifting slightly closer to him, hand still in his, you wrapped your free arm around his and laid your head next to his shoulder. “Sometimes I even think so far into the future I can imagine a little girl. She looks just like you and she calls me Mama. For so long I thought ‘that could never happen. There’s no way.’” 

Paul finally had enough courage to look at you. He turned his head and looked you in the eyes. 

“Can I be yours? Please?” 

“Only if I can be yours.”

“Fucking finally! Do you know how long Kimi and I have been waiting for this?” Dino’s voice was so loud compared to your whispering that your body jumped closer to Paul. Paul had been just as scared if his grip told you anything. 

“Listen Dino, I’m just as excited as you are that they finally grew a pair of balls, but can the boasting wait until morning? I’m fucking tired.” Kimi groaned from where he was laying on your opposite side. 

“Kimi, look at us! We’re professional drivers and matchmakers!”

This was a bit of a challenge I won't lie. But I liked writing it nonetheless!

I hope you enjoyed reading!

Likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

MUAH <3

[ktempestbradford]

A Story for Star Trek Day

I've told this story on Twitter before. I tell it every Star Trek Day and whenever a Deep Space 9 anniversary rolls around. It's about me and Avery Brooks (aka Best ST Captain Benjamin Sisko).

The college my mother went to specifically started recruiting top Black students in the 60s. Due to this, the Black kids all mostly knew each other as they were in that same program. Avery Brooks went to the same college and they were good friends.

(She once told me he had a huge crush on her and I was like MOM. MOTHER. WHAT. HOW COULD YOU HE COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.)

Anyway, many of the students in this program remained friends long after college. So over the years as Avery was getting TV gigs & such we would all watch cuz he was my mom's friend & I thought that was the coolest. There was one particularly fun night when my best friend's uncle, Frankie Faison, guest starred on A Man Called Hawk. TWO people we know on TV!

When I was in middle school Avery was touring his production of "Paul Robeson" and it came through our town, so I got to see him perform in person (awesooooome) and meet him for the first time since I was a baby (which I did not remember, of course).

Now, backing up a little bit: I am a Star Trek fan because of my mom. She loved the original series and I remember being a wee Tempest in front of the TV watching The Wrath of Khan and us excitedly going to see Star Trek IV together.

I watched TNG from the instant it appeared on TV because of her. I watched all of The Animated Series even though everyone looked "wrong". (Man... it took me 4 months to realize that dude in the red shirt was Scotty cuz I'd only ever seen movie Scotty.)

Then... they announced Deep Space 9.

We heard Avery Brooks would be the commander and there was MUCH rejoicing around our house. DS9 turned out to be the best Trek ever and, of course, Avery was awesome. This was around the time my mom dropped that "he had a crush on me but I wasn't interested" bombshell.

I'm still bitter.

I mean, I love my dad he's great. But SISKO COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.

I lost my mom in 1999. She was--and I'm not exaggerating--an extraordinary woman and beloved by many. I received so many beautiful messages of condolence from her friends all the way back to those college years, including Avery. So many people remembered her fondly. <3

I kept watching Star Trek and often talked to her as if she was there during episodes. She would have LOVED Discovery. Especially since she took me to RENT the year I started college. I'm sure she would have shared my opinion of Enterprise as well. But she loved her some Scott Bakula, so she would have watched, anyway.

I got the chance to interview Avery Brooks at DragonCon back in 2013 (jeez, it's been almost 10 years omg). Before the interview, I went up to him on the Walk of Fame and I said:

Hi, I'm (name K stands for) Bradford, I don't know if you remember me...

And he looked up and said: Of course I remember you.

We talked for a bit and I asked if I could come back and interview him later and he said yes (he wasn't supposed to; his handler had A LOOK). I didn't want to hold up his line, so I said I'd see him later.

Before I could go, he reached out for my hand and squeezed it before saying: I loved your mama, you know.

And we just stayed like that for a few seconds, missing her together.

...I might have been trying very hard not to burst into tears.

That DragonCon was the last time I saw Avery. Barring an extraordinary circumstance, that's probably the last time I'll see him in person. I'm glad we got to have that moment together. And we had a great conversation!

His contribution to Trek has meant so much to me. SISKO4EVA

And I'm glad that it's another tie between me, my mom, and Trek. I can't watch DS9 without hearing her voice giving color commentary. Even the episodes she didn't live to see.

I think Star Trek is part of what gave her hope for the future. She passed that on to me. ❤️🖖🏾❤️

Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

In the spilt milk au, Jean, Scott, and Kurt probably think they are still friends with their human buddies, so they are really shocked when they start being really cold to them.

Like Duncan and Scott being aggressive towards each other, that's normal. Happens all the time. But then Duncan just... dumps Jean. Just walks up to her at the beginning of the day, tells her they are over, and that's that. Scott isn't sure if he should be mad at Duncan for dumping Jean or happy she's single. Now he's avoiding the Xavier teens all together. Duncan started to have some really deep introspection after Reader's accident, wanted to be better, and didn't want to stay with someone who was acting like he used to.

Taryn is catty and petty, and it SHOWS. She shoulder checks Jean in the hallway. Spreads rumors mixed with the truth with Ellen and Portia (I looked up their names). Purposefully posts her and Reader going to parties (Reader is normally messing with the host's cat in the background) and going shopping (Reader can hold twice as many bags as her ex boyfriends and they don't complain. If they weren't ace, she would date them, but she will take having them as a wingman.)

Paul is a master of #notmyproblem, and the problem is now the Xavier kids. He knows all of the weird hiding spaces in town and in school, which he pushed Reader to when he sees the teens, turning dramatically on his heel. He is actually really glad Reader is hanging out with him. They stop by his house, go to the arcade, and do all the stuff Scott never had time for anymore.

Principal Kelly doesn't actually interact with his students throughput the day all that much, and he is mature enough to not show favoritism to Reader, but there will be disciplinary actions taken. He doesn't understand why the former principal let bullies torture students so badly. He has a reports pile going back three years. But first he has to check Reader's medical files before having a talk with Xavier. What's this.....?

Amanda is actually the one to confront the X-Teens and Darlyn. She knows about mutants and all the trouble they face, so she can not believe they would treat one of their own like this. She blows up at Kurt after school, yelling at him in front of the group on how she can't believe she wasted her time with someone heartless and cruel, then dumps him on the spot. She gonna go hang out with Taryn, Ellen, Portia, and Reader.

Reader also starts hanging out with the Brotherhood. They don't officially join, but they are unusually nice when they find out, and Pietro tells them they can crash at their place if they want. He is still a little jerk, but he isn't heartless!

To the teens, this all happens in the span of a day. Jean gets dumped, suddenly their friends and most of the student body hates them, Kurt gets dumped, then they get to the mansion, and Principal Kelly is there! Why is he here!?

Let's just say this is an eye opening experience for everyone.

Kelly has a nice, long, lengthy three hour talk about Reader and how they were bullied, how the previous system and adults failed them, amd how from now on, Xavier's kids are allowed anywhere near them.

The teens are confused, and hurt, amd shocked at just how deep this all goes. There's sh*t that's happened that they didn't even know about. Amd Darlyn isn't looking very innocent or nice anymore...

And well...

Let's just say the X-Men do some investigating... so does the Brotherhood, who are now trying to keep an eye on Reader and help them be friends again... and Darlyn is about to have the worst, and last, night of their life once the full truth comes to light of what they've done to Readef over the years...

[modawg]

major yap warning; deep dive into parecabeth (parent!percabeth)

what age were we thinking percabeth would have kids ?

to me annabeth has always been such a planner that i always thought she'd plan all that out, like on their wedding night annabeth pulls out like three binders with ages on the front '20-30's, 30's-40's' and is like "bitch you better be ready"LMAO, though i KNOW percy is DYING to have children i also know percy would def respect her decision to have kids a little later after she's settled in her career

i think i always saw them (having a girl teehee) in their early 30's and i will always stand by the at home dad percy would def be

like maybe up until their ready he works to save; working maybe at an aquarium or some other random places that work with his skills (also dependent on what he actually goes to college for) then once annabeths secure they have their first kid percy stays home and writes his books based on the stories he would tell his daughter (like rick did)

this also gives them another source of income; he prob uses a fake name (cough rick riordan cough) so he doesn't get like stalked or smth but its still nice money to have

i think they'd have a simple two, maybe two girls (teehee) and reference camp as their other kids; their kids growing up surrounded by hundreds of other demigod kids along with the kids of their friends

i once read this fanfic where annabeth designed and built the home they have kids in and i agree with that deeply i think she would get pregnant right as the house would finish up and use the rest of her pregnancy to decorate and really home it up until she gave birth

i think they would stay close to NYC to be closer to sally and paul (and prob annabeths job too) but it would be further away from the city and closer to Montauk

I think that house (and family tbh) would be the pillar for everyone else like most of the time if their friends want to see them they go there rather then the other way around

they probably have cookouts every other weekend, porch jams into the night when apollo kids come to visit, i think the house def has enough room for guests, demigods dropping by every so often for a place to stay but I also think its common curtesy to not try and pry like they don't try to get them to join they just come to shower, to get some wisdom and leave; I think having percy and annabeth as parents would cause a shift in CHB like they always do, percabeth is literally the next generation of adult greek demigods even if they aren't the first to have kids they're the first since the first war to LIVE this long, and to have a fulfilling life that they're willingly sharing with CHB and i think that would really start to give greek demigods hope pushing them more towards the future CJ has (GOD I LOVE THEM)

speaking of room; theres a guest room on the first floor with big windows and house plants that they call the g-room for green room, built for the man himself, g-man. Juniper and Grover come to visit alllllll the time (along with tyson) like its basically their second house, everyone refers to their kids as cousins and even when they grow up theres no questioning that

^ jumping back to having kids i could def see apollo blessing annabeth with an easy pregnancy, safe birth, and quick recovery; i could see percy and annabeth telling CHB and CJ just a couple days after and them pulling up to camp with a big, but quiet, celebration; big feasts and sentimental presents, i could see CHB burning shrouds like they did after their first quest all beautifully embroidered, the campfire dancing with different colors from everyones emotions

i wish we knew more about CJ traditions but i know they would have a feast too and it would be like unlocking the next level being able to explore CJ from the new lighting of parenthood; they probably have an honorary small house gifted to them so they can come and visit whenever but i feel like most friends would come to CHB for the bigger celebration first

god and don't get me started on the hunters GOD i just know thalia is BAWLINGGG and she def comes to visit all the time bc she's probably the god-mother like how grovers probably the god-father

and i know that convo was a hard one having literally everyone in the room crying when they asked

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.4

The skies are darkening as I walk home from the food stall, carrying what is – despite the time – technically my breakfast. Hot steam is wafting up from the flimsy plastic bags in my hand, warming my cold fingers.

I’m still not used to San Myshuno’s seasons, but Samara told me that it’s unusually cold for being this late in Spring. In a way, it feels like the city has decided to match my mood, as if the dark and dreary weather is being sympathetic to how I feel.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a robotic voice jarringly interrupts a sad love ballad to flatly announce that dad is calling. I sigh and tap my headphones, he’ll just call again later if I don’t pick up now.

“Hey, honey!”

My father’s voice is warm and comforting like a blanket, and I can hear faint birdsong and the rustling of the trees in the backyard. I briefly wish I could just move back home and be a kid again and leave all the worries to my parents.

“Hi, dad. How are you guys? House still standing?”

“We’re good, Kieran and Liam are busy worrying about prom so it’s been unusually quiet. Oh, and speaking of standing, Grayson can stand by himself now. He can even take a few steps as long as he’s holding on to something.”

He sounds so proud, almost as if he was the one learning to walk.

“Aww, he’s getting so big! Next thing you know, you’ll all be chasing him around the house every time they visit.”

“I’ll make sure to have your mother send you some pictures of him when I get back inside. She’s busy in the kitchen, Griffin and Daria are coming over for dinner. But how are you? We barely hear from you these days.”

“Oh, you know, I’m really busy with work and hanging out with people and such. I’ve just been out shopping for dinner, and then I’m seeing a friend later.”

I hear him hesitate, like he can tell that I’m lying.

“Alright. That sounds good. We’ve been a little worried about you. And especially today…”

“I know, it was really rough in the beginning, but I swear I’m doing fine, I-”

My voice breaks and I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and take a deep breath to get it under control.

“Oh, honey. Listen, sometimes relationships don’t work out, no matter how much you love each other. I can see where Paul was coming from, and your mother and I have been worried that you’d feel pressured into something you weren’t ready for. So I want you to know that we’re really impressed that you’re staying true to yourself. It can be… very hard to do the right thing when you love someone, I know that. So I’m proud of you.”

“I just miss him so much, dad.”

“I know. But maybe you don’t really miss Paul. Maybe you just miss a version of him in your head that he failed to live up to. If Paul Romeo was really so perfect, he wouldn’t have made my daughter so sad.”

My father reminds me to take care of myself and I promise to call more often before I end the call and pick up the pace slightly just as the rain starts falling.

I manage to make it home before getting too wet, but it’s still a relief to step inside the warm apartment.

My laptop sits on the dining table, and I eye it warily as if the deluge of messages could somehow escape containment and drown me.

I unpack my food and try to ignore the state of my kitchen. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now, so I just kick off my shoes and take my food to the couch as usual.

I text Marten and eat a few bites while I wait. He replies almost instantly and within minutes, he’s online. It’s becoming my favourite part of the day.

We play for a few hours, and I almost forget to be sad. Marten never mentions Paul, he just talks about normal things like what the other guys in his fraternity are up to, his studies, new games he’d like to play. Easy topics. He’s also good at carrying the conversation when I’m quiet, like tonight.

Marten probably doesn’t even know what day it is today, and somehow that makes it easier.

Eventually, though, he has to leave. He tends to go to bed early, even on weekends, and I promise him to get some sleep too. My barely touched food has congealed into a solid cube in the box and I leave it on the table and try to decide how to spend the rest of the night. As if I don’t already know.

Finally, I give in.

I open my laptop, ignoring the notifications about the thousands of unread messages. I thought the sudden influx of hate-mail was bad when my relationship with Paul was discovered, but it has been nothing compared to after the news of the breakup.

I know I shouldn’t, know I’m just picking at the wounds, but my fingers move on their own, out of habit, and pure muscle memory is making them type Paul’s name into the search bar. All the links are already purple, of course, there is nothing new here, but I still click the first one. It takes me to his Social Bunny profile. Paul was never that active on social media, and his latest post is several weeks old.

I know it by heart.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

The best.

“But you were the best,” I whisper.

I feel like crying, but it seems like I’ve finally run out of tears, emptied the reservoirs over the last couple of months, and now all that’s left inside of me is dust.

I go back and click the second link, then the third, cycling through the old articles and interviews as if I’m expecting to find something I haven’t seen a hundred times.

Samara and Miranda are probably having drinks at The Rooftop right now. Samara texted me an hour ago, asking me if I was sure I didn’t want to go out with them instead of stalking my ex for once. I replied with another lame excuse. I’ve been avoiding people for so long that it feels like I’ve forgotten how to function in society, like some sort of feral raccoon who only knows how to hide and eat trash.

I’ve gone through all the links. I refresh the search page. Nothing has changed, obviously, but I refresh it again and again, feeling like I’m desperately knocking on his door and trying to be let in. Then I start over at the first link.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

Samara is right, I can’t keep doing this. It’s crazy. There’s only one thing to do. I move my cursor over the red button and take a deep breath. Then I block his profile before I can change my mind.

As his picture vanishes, the entire screen blurs. It would seem that I still have some tears left.

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[trainwrecksys]

I love the headcanon that Caul is trans cuz I’m all about inclusion, and I would do this myself, but being the British kid I am I can’t help but see Caul as the ultimate bloke in a way. He’s arrogant he’s misogynist he’s annoying he’s self centred and he wants to rule the world, he looks like someone you’d see at the pub on a Friday, his only redeeming features are his wild hair, fashion sense and personality but cuz of the rest I just can’t see him as anything other than an unbearable cis man that would harass people on the street😭 and anyway his name’s literally one letter off PAUL. And anyone born a woman would probably get why it’s good to have a matriarchy, like he wouldn’t be as jealous. The only way i see it if I were to write that for him is he’s steeped in LEAGUES of repression and internalised misogyny (because he hates the fact he used to be a girl) and all the other hatred comes from the fact his parents didn’t accept his identity, Also. Deadname

but to me it’s not that kind of hate, it doesn’t go as deep, he’s just an angry history nerd with a sense of extreme entitlement

And because I’ve considered this for him as well, his brother is like the stereotypical eccentric Victorian man with a questionable museum and somehow if he understood the trans and female experience I feel like he wouldn’t be so petty and immature, like he’d probably have sided with Alma way earlier

And any man who looks up to people like PT Barnum and Jeremy Bentham. … I’d be wary of lmao

Idk I’m trans myself, and I 100% love the headcanons but THEY’RE JUST SUCH BOYS to me, LADS that quarrel all the time

I can’t personally see them as anything but cis it’s hilarious really

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

may i request some sniperscout sillyness.

aka first date between them :3

Sniperscout First Date!

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Of course you can! SniperScout is one of my all-time favorite ships 😭 I love writing about them. So I'll break this down into two things because I've gotta add the silliness of Scout asking Sniper out.

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So, off the bat, neither of these guys knows how to ask someone on a date or how to date. Sniper tried sp hard to ask Scout out, working up the courage multiple times only to talk himself out of it at the last moment. Like Sniper sneaks up to Scout's door after successfully avoiding all the other mercs, with like flowers or something and knocks, all ready to confess, but then he hears Scout get up to open the door and he panics and leaves. Scout just opens the door and is so confused. He probably thinks the base is haunted. Scout is also way too nervous about asking Sniper out, but he's the one who ultimately makes the first move. Honestly, he'd end up doing the same thing as Sniper but gets caught.

Scout runs up to Snipers van. He's nervous as hell, hands shaking slightly, he knocks lightly on the door and the second he hears Sniper shuffling towards the door it all becomes to real and he freaks out, he starts to run away but Sniper has already opened the door, and is calling him back. Scout turns around, clasping his hands together in a nervous way, chuckling a little,

"Hey, Snipes! Uh, how ya doing?" Is the only thing he manages to say. He starts babbling about this and that trying to find an excuse for why he was there, his face is a little pink already. Sniper finally just bluntly asks him why he's there.

"Well, I- you see, I uh," Scout internally freaking out, he doesn't know why this has to be so hard, he's asked Miss Pauling out repeatedly and has been turned down every time, so why was that was less nerve-wracking than this? He finally just takes a deep breath, looks up for a minute, and spits it out before he has a chance to stop himself,

"Will you go on a date with me?" Sniper is turning a shade of red under his glasses as a moment of silence fills the air, Scout immediately takes this as a rejection and goes on damage control,

"Uh, SIKE! You shoulda seen the look on your face, haha, imagine us together that'd be so..."

"Yes." Scout immediately shut up,

"Wait, really? Uh, I mean, of course you'd say yes, who could resist this?" He says, gesturing to himself. Sniper just shook his head and told Scout to meet him at seven. They both acted cool when they walked away but immediately freaked out after they were a good distance away from each other.

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Surprisingly, Scout was more nervous asking Sniper out than he was actually taking him out on a date. They end up deciding to go to some shitty burger joint outside of town. Scout gets to the restaurant at 7... am. (kidding! But that's one of my favorite Scout quotes). They agreed to meet at Sniper's van. He's driving after all. Scout knocks on the door, Sniper answers, and he's actually sort of dressed up, well as dressed up as he can be, and Scout gets a dumb grin on his face, teasing him about it. Sniper just hits him on the head, muttering something about regretting this already. They get in the van and drive off. Scout spends most of the drive talking about random things to fill the dead air that would have otherwise laid around them, and Sniper just listens with a soft smile. Nothing has change between them, Sniper was afraid of that, he almost turned Scout down when he asked, scared of ruining their friendship, but he'd be lying if he said a large part of him didn't want their to be something more. They pull up to the burger joint and head in, and it goes much the same as it did in the van. Scout joking and talking Sniper's ear off, and Sniper is listening in, his feelings growing more and more as the minutes pass. Scout even managed to finally drag a couple of laughs, stories, and jokes out of Sniper. They spend the night just eating and enjoying each other's company. But in the end, as Sniper is driving back, he looks at Scout, who's tired but still smiling and talking softly, looking out the window. He wonders if this was any different than what they normally do. Sure, maybe during dinner, the conversations got a bit deeper than usual, but does that mean anything more that their friendship growing. Scout can pick up on the fact that Sniper is getting in his own head, and as slyly as he can, grabs a hold of his hand, sqeezing it gently. They pull up back to the base, both getting out of the van, Sniper asking Scout if he wants to stay and talk for a minute, maybe share a drink, Scout agrees and heads inside, they talk for more than a minute thought, more like an hour or two. Sniper eventually asks something about how their relationship is going to change or has changed, his worries from earlier slipping out, flowing freely due to the alcohol. Scout tries to think of a way to describe it, but he can't quite get the words, so he resorts to action. He grabs Sniper by the collar and kisses him. It's soft and gives off all the emotions Scout would have loved to vocalize. When he break the kiss he has a shit eating grin, and says,

"Now I can do that!" He feels proud of himself for all of two seconds, then realizing what he did, he turns a shade of red no human is able to replicate, he jumps up and starts speaking way to fast, walking to the door, laughing slightly,

"Ahaha, um, oh would you look at the time! I should actually be leaving. You know gotta rest up for tomorrow and all, bye Snipes!" He's walking down the stairs ready to make his run to the base only to be pulled back by Sniper, who Scout didn't realize had recovered from the kiss a lot faster than he had anticipated.

"Oh no, you don't get to just run away after that." Sniper teases. Scout only lets out a nervous chuckle and starts trying to mix an appology and explanation together,

"Oh, well actually, um, see, I only did that because-" Sniper just shuts him up with a kiss of his own. Once it ends, both of them are blushing, and both of them know exactly what's changed. Sniper asks if Scout wants to stay the night, and Scout agrees. The get in the bed together and lay in the quiet darkness for a moment, before Scout asks,

"You know what else I can do now?"

"What?"

"Tell you that I love you." Sniper just laughs a little at the cheesiness and just says,

"I love you too."

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Oops, this became way too sweet! Also, sorry, not much sillyness about the date itself, I think these goobers save all their sillyiness as pre - and post stress before events. I'm giggling rn. I love these two. Anyways, one ask down, 20 to go 💪💪 thank you guys for being patient with me :,)

Also, I always finish these fics right before I go to bed, so I'm always paranoid they make no sense, but it's fun.

[harukamitsuki]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well. But you know what’s a missed opportunity? Lack of fandom culture within the MHA Universe. Like, obviously Horikoshi is grown man and probably not that involved with fandom on his own. But like these kids are living in the future (“future”) and are 15-16 years old, some of them should’ve neck deep in fandom and online spaces. Especially the ones who didn’t really have friends and bullied in middle school like Midoriya.

What I’m saying is that Midoriya should’ve had a fairly popular All Might(/pro-hero)-dedicated blog pre-UA. Also, may I propose the crack concept of ✨Chronically Online Toru Hagakure✨

Also, also, considering that Stain has canonical merch, I can’t imagine how much of a nightmare and horrific the True Crime Community (and Family Vlogging by extension) in MHA is, actually. Also, like, LOV centric edits/fics/etc in real life are fine and cool and fun because the LOV are Fictional Characters and not Real Life Serial Killers but you just know in-universe there are some people that has indeed made edits of like Shigaraki and has written like X Reader fics about him.

— ✨✍️

It certainly is a missed opportunity, especially because a hero's career is based upon their popularity, (unless they're underground).

I could understand why the kids aren't really shown in that sort of stuff, (because it doesn't affect the plot), but it would serve to add to their characters, which were all severly lacking.

Also, it would be a great way to involve the management students, who didn't get anything to do, which would add to the worldbuilding - at least surrounding U.A. as a school. As in, they could create merch or introduce Izuku and 1-A to cultivating their audience or how to appeal to the masses.

There could also be some reflection in that - the whole idea that a hero has to prioritize their fame rather than actually saving people.

There's also the fact that, IRL, people are willing to ignore everything wrong about someone if they're popular or charismatic enough. Prime example: Logan Paul. Still don't know how people like him, his content, or forgave him after Aokigahara Forest.

It would be (or, have been) interesting to see corrupt heroes, who aren't very secret about it, or hiding their bad deeds. Heroes who are very openly bad people; treating fans like shit, discriminating against people baced on race, sex, gender, sexuality, religion, quirks, and others, or even allowing people to die or actively contributing to their deaths.

Still, despite it all, despite everyone openly hating them, there are still so many people who support them, either ignorant or oblivious to their deeds, and it's enough to keep their career thriving. Because they're charismatic and attractive and popular, so you just have to forgive them.

Also, about Izuku having an All Might fanpage: um, yes? I've always headcanoned that, and it should have been canon. At the very least, just a reference.

I can see Tooru being chronically-online, but I'd never want her to, because I can't stand people like that. People who insist that NASA is a big con, the Earth is flat, China is spying on us through our appliances, dinosaurs weren't real, evolution isn't a thing, and so on. I can't stand it!!

And, yeah, the fact that Stain canonically has merch speaks volumes of how the true crime community must be - how deep their power must run in order for merchandise of a notorious serial killer targetting heroes must be. I mean: we didn't even get that of Jack the Ripper.

Imagine how horrified the public would be seeing a little plushy, thinking it looks cute, only for the tag to say 'Jack the Ripper'. Now, imagine the civilian identies of heroes walking past a store and seeing an entire section dedicated to Stain: keychains, plushies, posters... And knowing the public would be so jazzed if Stain targetted them.

Oh, people would absolutely be writing that kind of 'x-reader' stuff for the LOV. And, yeah, that's perfectly fine in fiction, personal opinions aside. But, in reality? Um, no. Unless it's crack. In that case, it's funny.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Light on the Darkside - Chapter Sixteen.

Big thanks to my little audience for your continued support! :)

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Words - 3,659

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

“Mate, I can’t.” 

Turning at the top of the stairwell, Ella raised an eyebrow. “Ands, come on. Don’t be all shy now.” 

“I am shy, though! The throes of sex addiction gave me some serious brazen oomph that I ain’t got otherwise! He’s on the other side of that door, the bloke I fancy the arse off of, the man I dived on!” 

“Andrea, it’s big girl pants time,” James spoke, leaning against the wall and shaking his head, trying not to find it so funny but promptly snorting with laughter at the look on her face. “C’mon. He’s looking forward to seeing you. And we’ve told him not to be as much of a tart as he usually is. Whether that’ll sink in or not, though, different matter, innit? If he gets too frisky I’ll just punch him in the dick. How about that?” 

“Don’t mention his cock!!” 

Her outburst had the couple in hysterics, Andrea still loitering, making a few groaned noises of discontent. “Would it really be that bad if you shagged him?”  

Ella shot her boyfriend daggers. “Of bleedin’ course, it would!” Many hand gestures followed, James booming with laughter. “She can’t have casual sex, and that’s the only type Steve has. Hello! Recipe for disaster incoming!”  

“Sorry,” he finally spoke through his laughter, reaching for Andrea and pulling her into a hug. “C’mon, mate. It’ll be alright. I’ll stop being a twat now.” 

She shook her head, her jaw tightening a little. “Impossible. Fucking church burner.” 

“What have I told you about calling me that?” He was met with a poked-out tongue, Andrea taking a deep breath before finally moving from the stairwell. James went first, opening the door and pointing right at Steve. “Fucking behave, innit.” 

As soon as Steve saw her, every nerve ending on his body lit up like a firework, remembering kissing the gorgeous redhead, even though only fleetingly. “Hello honey, I’m being threatened to be good but please, just know I really don’t wanna be.” 

“Oh god, he’s even hotter than I remember!” Andrea whispered as she hid against Ella, making a squeaking noise. “I’ll be alright in a minute, I will. I’m just... and you’re... and I set upon you when I was still probably at my worst and I’m embarrassed. Yeah.” 

Steve walked over, receiving a fist in the arm, a pointed finger and a look of warning from his best friend, holding his hands out to indicate his calmness. “It’s fine, Andrea. All jokes aside, it’s cool. We’re gonna have a damned good night for Greenhall’s birthday, and I’ll try to be good. C’mere, give us a hug. It’s cool.”  

Finally emerging, she gave him a little cuddle. God, he smelled amazing. He wore that Jean Paul Gaultier fragrance that sent her hormones wild. Also, though, she could smell something else desirable, but for different reasons. “Is that weed I smell?” 

“I gotcha, Andrea,” Snedders spoke, holding up the large joint. “Come take a seat. I got enough female trouble as it is, so look at me as little to no bloody threat, love.”  

She moved quickly to the side of the tall man with the heap of ginger dreads, taking the joint with thanks and having a few puffs. “Oh! I missed that! Can’t get it round by me, unless you want to be ripped off by the college kids.”  

“Gaz’ll be dealing tonight, pick up and eighth off him. He always has the best weed,” James spoke, taking his jacket off and moving to the kitchen to begin pulling alcohol bottles out. “Right, fuck it. I’m getting leathered tonight, fuck the fucking meds, man. I need oblivion.” He then paused, pointing at Ella without even looking at her. “Princess, don’t you fucking look at me in that tone of voice.”  

“What?” she cried, kicking her trainers and socks off. “I never said a word! Just promise me one thing, though. If you start feeling weird, switch to Coke. Please.”  

“I will,” he vouched, kissing her head. “Promise, innit? I just need not to have that bitch on my fucking mind.”  

Smiling, she moved the thick curtain of black hair and leaned to kiss the side of his neck a few times. “Cool beans, baby.” She could have argued it, she could have put her foot down, but truly it was his choice. Ella trusted him, too, and if he began to feel like hell, she knew he’d make the switch. Plus, he’d have all the guys from the band there with him, and through knowing them fairly well at that point, she knew they’d keep an eye on him as well.  

Now was not the time to worry. Now was the time to have fun.  

Snedders chose the musical accompaniment of the Pantera album Cowboys from Hell as they sat, smoking a little weed and having pre-drinks, Andrea relaxing as the guys made her feel welcome. She thought it especially touching that Snedders and Steve had gone and bought her an airbed to sleep on, since the former was still on the couch, meaning she’d have somewhere comfortable to sleep.  

“There’s earplugs under the pillow an’ all,” Steve spoke, pointing at James and Ella. “Trust me, you’ll need ‘em with them two. Fucking prolific shaggers, and your little friend there ain’t quiet.”  

Ella merely looked pleased with herself, sinking some more cider and bouncing on James’s lap before getting up. “Come on, Ands. Let’s go get ready.” 

“Yeah, see you in four hours, babe.” James teased with a wink. An hour later, and the three guys were very surprised to see the girls emerge from the bedroom all ready to go, all three showering and changing in the time the women of the flat had faffed with hair, makeup and outfits. As soon as James saw his girl, his eyes almost fell out of his head.  

“Shitting hell.”  

She thought he might approve at her choice. Black hotpants, her long sleeved, dark grey cropped top, fishnet tights, black over the knee socks and her high platform boots, plus one of his bullet belts slung around her narrow hips. Andrea had chosen a long, black dress with a split to the hip, a pair of borrowed army boots from Ella, her red hair tumbling free in curly cascade. It was met by approval, too.  

“Right, give me three minutes, lads and ladettes,” Steve spoke, getting up and heading for the bathroom. “Gotta crack one out.” The door shut, James and Snedders snorting in hysteria.  

“He’s not really going for a wank, is he?” Andrea gaped, pointing in his wake.  

“Yeah, he really is.” James confirmed, him and Snedders getting up. “Right, let’s go wait for him outside, yeah? He ain’t gonna be long, innit.” 

Andrea sat somewhere between flattered and humoured that she’d had such an effect on the man, picking up her bag and leaving the flat. To his credit, Steve was out with them in two, grinning, pointing at Andrea.  

“Yeah, honey. I was thinking of you.” He received a swift clip around the head from James, the taller of the men hugging him and telling him once again to behave. Andrea simply cussed under her breath a few times, allowed herself a fleeting five seconds of imagining being under him, then took a deep breath and counted to ten. She could get through this.  

What made it worse was that none of his usual ladies would be out that night, Hester working away for the weekend, the other girls all elsewhere, too. Still, though, Steve calmed himself down enough to actually walk along and fall into pleasant conversation with Andrea, Snedders, James and Ella all walking as a three while James gave a succinct rundown of the afternoon to his friend.  

“Aw, Jim. Fucking not cool, man,” he spoke, scratching his beard as he offered out cigarettes. “Don’t get it either, with your dad being such a top geezer but you mum, well... yeah.” 

“Innit,” he spoke, lighting up. “Anyway, bollocks to her and her shit. It’s my babe’s birthday, and we’re gonna have a fucking top grade night!”  

Walking into The Gallows twenty minutes later, Andrea understood exactly what Ella had meant when she’d told her that when you arrived with members of Nocturnal Descent, you were instantly seen. All eyes fell upon them, one set especially as he raced his long, tall form over. 

“Blondie!” Gaz shouted, running over, ducking down to lift Ella onto his shoulder and carry her off to the bar. “It’s ya motherfucking birthday!” With Gaz, you either went with his high-octane energy, or you learned to, the bassist placing her down and giving her a big hug before putting a pint in her hand, picking up one himself. “Now, I have to redeem myself. Race you to the bottom?” 

Ella clinked glasses with him before they both put them to their mouths. Out of their group, it was she who could down a pint at quickest speed, Ella’s record of eight seconds still unbeaten as once again she knocked Gaz into the shade.  

“Well, fuck me,” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “Making me look like a twat.” 

“You don’t need my missus for that, Gaz,” James winked, moving to put an order in at the bar, having a boot up his arse as he went. A round of shots and other drinks was ordered, a couple of shrill, excited screams behind him signalling Jane’s arrival, Lecter and Adam with her, too.  

The arrival of new friends Mark and Lizzie lead the group to find a table, pushing two together to fit everyone, Ella seating herself on James’s lap to make up for the lack of chairs, Jane not having the choice before being hauled onto Gaz’s. Not that she minded at all. With his boyish, cute face, bright green eyes and long mane of light brown hair, she was perfectly happy to be seated exactly where she was.  

Plus, he was newly single. Ding, ding, ding, jackpot.  

“Did I mention how fucking sexy you look tonight, the wife?” James asked, giving Ella’s leg a squeeze.  

He’d formed a habit there lately, of referring to her as the wife, although they were far from marriage just yet. She couldn’t claim not to love it, seeing it as a clear marker of his commitment to her and their relationship. “You were virtually dribbling on yourself when I came out of the bedroom, so like, yeah. That told me.”  

“Well, I’m shitting well telling you now, in as many words, innit,” he beamed, kissing her shoulder. Resting her forehead to his, she pulled a silly face at him that he returned, falling into happy kisses, feeling someone’s fingers push against her boot.  

“Birthday present!” Gaz spoke, Ella reaching to investigate. “Be discreet!”  

Inside the bag was an eighth of weed, Ella smiling and blowing him a kiss he caught against his cheek before tucking it further into her boot. She then burst out laughing at her sister’s face as Gaz bounced her on his lap, Jane thrilled to be receiving such attention. James nearly deafened her at the pitch of his wolf whistle when she turned and promptly welded her face to Gaz’s.  

“Nah, Jane. Don’t put your tongue in his mouth, princess!” he yelled. “You don’t know where he’s been!” 

“But we do!” Snedders called, Gaz waving two middle fingers around, not coming up for air for a while. Ella knew what her sister would be doing in the early hours, at least. Later that night, with the music blaring and her body all sweaty from dancing with her girls, she went to the bar, finding Steve there. 

“So, how’s it going, tart?” she asked, smacking him on the bum before moving to his side, Steve playfully snapping his teeth at her. “Everything cool beans with Andrea?” She felt two hands at her waist, leaning back against James’s chest, Steve looking over to their table and back at her again. 

“See that girl over there?” he pointed, beaming widely. “I’m gonna marry that girl one day.” 

The look James and Ella shared could have won awards for sheer comic value. “What the shitting hell?” the former announced, reaching to feel his forehead. “You feeling alright, mate?” 

He smiled, picking up his pint of Guinness. “Never better.” 

“You know she won’t shag you just because you say you’re gonna marry her one day, don’t you?” 

He nodded, sipping his drink. “I’ll wait. Trust me, that girl is an encyclopaedia on Tolkien and hammer horror films. Never found that in a bird before. And she reads Nietzsche. Yeah, man. My head got turned. She’s proper lovely an’ all.” Picking up Andrea’s drink, he went back to the table, Ella and James still sharing perplexed looks before she put in their order. 

“Pint of Strongbow and a bottle of Stella, please.” 

“Nah, cancel the Stella. Pint of Coke, mate,” James spoke, Ella giving him a look of concern. “I’m pretty fucking drunk already, but I’m alright. Don’t feel any way other than pissed and happy.”  

Those words made her inside heave a sigh of relief, since she’d been fretting over him in the back of her mind for most of the night. She’d wondered if everything with his wretched shrew of a mother would wear on him, but he seemed lighter for it, cutting ties with her. Perhaps it had been what he’d needed to do for a while, come to the conclusion, make that very hard decision. What Michael had told him was very true, though. You cannot change others, merely the way you react to them.  

They stayed at the club until 2am, leaving and instead of walking, James marching her over to a taxi. 

“It only takes twenty-five minutes to walk home, though,” she spoke, hovering at the side of the car. 

He gave her a look that was pure unfiltered sin, making her tingle somewhere very specific. “I can’t wait that long, babe.”  

It’d be her first time getting to enjoy sex with James while he was drunk, something that he had warned her over previously was quite a thing. “If I get to the point where I’m too drunk to come, I’ll be on you all fucking night, innit.” His warning truly was more incentive than anything, the pair all over one another in the back of the cab, as they walked up the stairs to the flat, Ella finding herself stripped of her top before they were even through the front door.  

Grasping her, he lifted her until she was clung around him, only making it as far as the kitchen units. Placing her down atop them, he yanked at her hotpants, messy, heated kisses shared, Ella pulling him from his t shirt before he sank his teeth into her neck.  

“Fuck, I want you so fucking badly.” he groaned, grasping her tights at the crotch and tearing them, the action sending lightning to fork through her insides, decimating her underwear in the same way as she undid his jeans. Those and his boxers only got pushed as far as his thighs, James dragging her to the edge of the counter, sinking himself into the hot clutch of her cunt with a deep groan as her legs tightened around his waist.  

“Ahhh, fuck,” she panted, dragging her fingers through his hair, “that’s exactly what I’ve wanted all bleedin’ night.” Their mouths met in a hungry clash, ecstasy pouring molten over her bones as he fucked her hard and fast, hands clutching her bum so hard, his short nails left crescents. Lifting her with one arm, his free hand shredded the remainder of her tights, bouncing her on his cock as he slapped her, handprints joining the nail marks, making her squeal as he carried her to his bedroom somewhat awkwardly.  

She was thrown onto the bed, both removing the remainder of their clothes, James moving to kneel between her legs and throw them over his shoulders, slipping back into her with an almost predatory grunt. Much to his displeasure, unlike most times when he was drunk, he began to feel those telltale tingles pulsing at the base of his cock, knowing he needed to calm down a little.  

Pulling from her, his mouth kissed scorching paths over her beautiful skin, every curve bitten upon, tongue sinking into the dewy warmth of her folds as his hands bracketed her waist.  

Her little gasps filled the bedroom, her feet coming to rest upon his wide back, Ella very content to let him be merciless with his tongue instead. “You always look so content with me in your mouth.”   

Letting go of the suck he had upon her with a little slurp, he pushed the petals of her cunt apart, the tip of his tongue beating quickly over her clit. “Innit, babe.” His tongue returned to tease licks at her bud, quick and light, followed by slow, firmly delivered rolls, Ella’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as it thudded back into the plush covers beneath them, a long, blissful moan fluttering from her mouth.  

And if he wasn't good enough at the actual act of ruining her with his mouth, it was how complimentary he was of her, too.  

“Do you have any idea how fucking pretty your pussy is?” he mumbled, long, slow licks sending lighting pricks darting up her spine. “Seriously top grade.” He’d told her that often, but she never got tired of hearing such affirmations.  

With James, she’d never felt so desired, his lips wrapping her clit in a snug suck, his eyes finding hers, winking at her as he increased the pressure, groaning as her legs began to quiver. “Mmm, yeah, darlin’. Come all over my tongue.”   

Her pants became urgent as the pleasure intensified, her hands gripping the duvet as her back arched. “Fuck, oh god!” With those gritted words, her waves broke over his shore, ceaseless tides flowing, her body humming with it as his tongue gentled against her, running up her inner thigh, his eyes finding hers.   

Leaning to her, their mouths connected in smouldering, dirty kisses, his hands gently squeezing the small, yet perfect rounds of her breasts, knocking the breath from her lungs as his cock arrowed right up into her.   

“Fuck, I love you.” He whispered, mouth upon hers again, Ella buzzing with the way scorching heat met the tenderness of their love, her own declaration knocked from her when he pushed so deep, all she could do was wail. Her hands clutched at the thick planes of muscle at his shoulders, anchoring herself to him as he wasted no time in beginning to dagger her cunt with speed, their tongues rolling against the other, panting hard, moaning low.   

His cock scraped sparks of pure, sinful embers against her walls, James slowing from the urgent veracity, his mouth at her neck as his hands slid to grip her thighs, his short nails marking the lily white of her skin with red crescents, dragging scratches. Speed spurred him once more, his eyes falling to watch his glistening cock spearing her rapidly, his heart skipping beats at the decadently erotic sound of her little cries, leaning to her, his mouth stealing kisses steeped in filthy indulgence.   

“Mmm, I love the way you fuck me, my sexy church burner,” she purred, her nails trailing his neck, losing herself to the heat of their kisses, panting against his tongue. “Never bleedin’ going to get tired of it.” 

He laughed quietly, moving his mouth, kissing her throat, teeth gently nipping her earlobe. “Never have to, either.” The way he felt about her, the bond they had that ran so much deeper because of how they’d met, James knew he would never, and could never part from her. She was his present and future.   

Instead of lying there and taking the pounding he gave her, she worked back against him, hips rolling in a figure of eight, sucking her fingers with a sensual moan, reaching to rub her clit, staring at him unblinkingly, lips flushed, chest heaving, looking like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life.   

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she cried out each time his hardness hit her deeply, filling her entirely to the hilt again and again as her walls twitched and clasped around him, enveloping him in slippery warmth.  

Sliding his arm under her leg he then levered it up, her knee touching her shoulder and allowing for the kind of deeper penetration that made her virtually whimper with ecstasy, his hand gently clutching her neck as they continued to kiss. It was so hot, so erotically charged that she felt light headed with pleasure, crying out breathlessly, his public bone grinding against her clit with every single thrust that invaded her. God, he knew how to fuck.  

Looking up at him she felt her heart skip several beats, James resting his forehead to hers and running his fingertips down her cheek before he began kissing and licking the side of her neck, Ella closing her eyes, tingling ecstasy glimmering through to her marrow. It was heated, primal, raw sex, the type she’d very much become accustomed to, being with him.  

Her breathing became ragged as he began moving so hard and quick within her dripping wet walls, that his guttural groans of an all-consuming, white-hot orgasm were the catalyst to her own, both beyond control as they slipped over the edge, the build-up now giving way to the utter divine. Divinity was where they floated, catching their breath, James kissing her breasts as his chest heaved. 

It wasn’t the only time that night he chased her into such bliss either. Oh no. Never let it be said that drunk James didn’t have an agenda where sex was concerned, that agenda being to enjoy it until he physically couldn’t any longer.  

[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

Don't Hide

Paul × fem!reader

AN: reader has affinity for shiny things. Goblin child behavior. Reader also thinks in first and third person chaotic because I do.

AN pt.2: I'm doing the request but Tumblrs on more crack than usual and deleted my draft twice. Take this please as my peace offering.

On vacation from college you decided on Santa Carla. You were aware that you should probably be doing a summer job but your craft business does well on it's own and you really didn't feel like visiting your family. Having to physically see and hear their judgment and harsh comments that's already been omnipresent during your entire time at college.

Now in a cheap motel you open your suitcases and spare cash, fully intending to have fun tonight. You grab your ripped red jeans, mesh long sleeve top, and black tank, hurrying to get dressed and out.

Driving there didn't take long, probably due to the fact you might've broken a few laws. You were exited to finally go somewhere out of the scrutinizing eyes of your teachers or the judging ones of your dorm mate and parents. You find a place to park and wasted no time getting to the entrance.

You slow down, go up the steps, looking around with something probably akin to stars in you eyes. You were practically trembling with excitement at the sights surround you. You couldn't decide what you wanted to do first everything looked fun and it wasn't even all of it. You wanted to check out the ferris wheel, that patch stand, oh that stand has ice cream, oh there seems to be live music going on, and there's stand with pins over there and–!

Okay, slow down. You can do those all with time! You scold yourself, forcing yourself still.

What first? Well probably don't want to carry a bunch of things around all night so you'll come back to those. Your eyes fall back on the icecream stand. Bingo.

Walking away from the stand now happily with your cold, creamy cone in hand you pass the vendors with patches and pins with slight longing but no problem. Towards a section leading further into the board walk you pass another more vendors that you let your eyes scan over for your return. It wasn't a problem really, until your eyes caught sight of something shiny yet again zero in for probably the 30th time.

Again, no problem except this time you couldn't bring your eyes away. It was a necklace with an intricately cut bat with deep read eyes. The bat was mid flight and to its feet was connected a just as detailed blood moon. Touching it revealed that the moon also had little gems in it, explaining its entrancing glittering in the light.

I don't need it now. I'll get it later. I said I would. But that was for things unwearable, it'll be gone before you get back. It's SHINY. Before you even knew it you had payed for the necklace and it was around your neck.

You sigh walking further down the boardwalk. Curse your weakness for shiny things, but it just glints so nicely. Goblin like behavior is what your sister would call this. Your affinity for picking up random objects that stuck your fancy or collecting animal remains such as skulls, exoskeletons, and disembodied wings often earns you scorn from your parents, playful jabs from your sibling, and outright disgust most times from your dorm mate.

After you go on a few rides, your hair now tossed better than you could've done in the mirror, and played a few games, winning a couple small trinkets, (ring toss is fucking rigged) you find yourself at a carousel. Oh my damn Oh my damn Oh my damn fuck yeah.

Unfortunately it was in the middle of a ride at the very moment so with much sorrow you decided to head over to near by stand and get another frozen treat. By the time you got in line the ride was over and you could happily make your way up looking like a kid on a sugar high, which is most probably the case with the tempting stands throughout this wonderland promising cotton candy and other treats.

You picked a horse with blonde hair and blue decorations and latched on with your legs and hastily grabbing for the pole when it jerked to a start, still going at your icecream with one free hand. Leaning on the pole, you looked out at the crowd passing by along with the night sky and aloud the comforting motions of the horse to lull you into to a sense of ease.

Your ears caught the methodical sound of chains over the music accompanied by laughter and boots hitting the metal of the platform, causing you to perk up slightly from your spot. Twisting your head you see two boys come walking out from around the turn along with two others following right behind them. Practically hopping around the carousel they were definitely grabbing attention which their attire could do on it's own. Leather jackets, boots, chains, patches and mesh came your way as you settled back to your spot leaning on the pole.

You let your eyes drift towards them, enjoying the sound of chains and bouncing hair. They're eyes were drifting towards most girls they passed, locking eyes and leaving them staring after them. As they got closer one kept sticking out to you, kinda like when you see a specific item and you try to look at something else but your eyes just wander right back and you feel something tug. Kinda like your necklace, huh. A thought keeps flitting through your mind as you look on, pretty, sometimes accompanied with shiny.

The metal on his jacket and bracelets kept glinting in the lights of the ride as he bobbed through horses and his hair flew around his face looking like it could be either crunchy or fluffy. Hair products maybe? His friends came and went by and you continued looking at him while lazily working on your icecream. You kind of expected him to go right by like the others had but as a pleasant surprise turned to look at you and make that couple seconds of eye contact.

Meeting his gaze and cheeky grin, you gave him a lazy smile and a small wave, a small feeling filling you, before you turned to your icecream and him back towards the others. It was barely even a few seconds before you found your eyes drifting back in his direction just to find his gaze already on you.

Did you slightly panic? Yes. Ogling and making eye contact with someone is one thing. Looking back at them after said eye contact to find them looking like they're ogling you is a whole other. It took you a moment to realize he was making his way back and you had only a second to mentally prepare yourself.

In that second though all you could feel was a tug, something akin to when you would find an epic rock or a shiny bat necklace with moon. That second one is mostly more accurate. While being distracted by the new tug you felt you didn't realize he had made his way to you already.

"Hey there sugar." He said as he took the pole in his hand and swung around to your other side. "I know I couldn't have missed something as sweet as you around here," he leans in "unless you've been hiding from me." His teeth click around a lollipop in his mouth as he rearranges it and smiles that same grin as before. Given your state of being you kind of really hope you come off as sort of casual. "Well I'm not." You barely know what your doing. Is this the flirting my sister foretold? Am I doing it right?

All you know is that sometimes people think you are flirting when you're not and when you are people stear clear. But he seems to be anticipating something as his grin get bigger and the candy clicks against his teeth as he rearranges it again. His hair looks fluffy this close up but then again– hair products. Could be crunchy. No, stop.

"Not what, sugar?" You finish up your cone and say "From around here." Thank goodness your voice actually seems to be steady. Giving a cheeky grin yourself, you continue with "Also I don't hide." Lies. You're literally hiding from your parents right now. He moves the candy in his mouth again and your eyes follow.

Suddenly two thoughts popped into your head: hey we stopped and do it. Usually you're mentally beating your brain with a bat to prevent any intrusive thoughts that pop up publicly that could get you into trouble. Tonight though your brain seemed to be hyped up on the little adrenalin punch this interaction has been gifting you. As he goes to speak you grab the stick from his mouth, startling him. You hop off your horse and turn to him, "You ever wanna find me I'll be around here the next few days. Remember, I don't hide, so don't you go and start." You pop the candy in you mouth before hopping off. What the fuck am I doing.

You head out the gate with as fast as a pace as you can with out looking like you running away, feeling all kinds of giddy and anxious. Glancing backwater putting in some distance with the sight of what ever tragedy or miracle just happened (yet to be determined) you see him leaning against the rail with his friends talking. There's one thing that make your steps stutter before continuing though, he's already looking at you.

[phantomkapok]

jill is a strange character, she can be interpreted in many ways

she's often regarded as the kind of "ring leader" of the family, she's feared by Paul to some extent, and is implied to be very determined/persuasive in the way that she presumably convinces Paul to play petscop by strong suggestion. she's also a mother of two kids who are both dead.

Rainer doesn't seem to have had any kind of positive relationship with the family, as per his "fuck you all and fuck me as well" speech as his ultimately final words to the world. Jill is characterized so far by her influence on others and kind of controlling them, "You won't be able to escape" "Per our strong suggestion" etc etc, they probably had a difficult relationship, Rainer wants the truth to be revealed, he doesn't want things to be left unsolved and forgotten, he has a sense of justice in a way. a very specific kind of justice, fueled mainly by resentment, the memory of mike and the things that get swept under the rug. Jill may have a sense of justice as well, in that she thinks she's doing.. something, by reviving and managing this entire petscop thing after they catch wind of Paul having found the game again.

maybe she wants closure, she definitely wants to know what's on it, as they presumably never got to see the full extent of what's inside petscop. maybe she wants to know what her son hid inside it, know what he was thinking, what he hid from her. i don't presume that Rainer was very open with his mother whilst he was alive, petscop is probably very gratifying for him in that he gets to say what he never got to to their face, and he gets to let it all out without having to directly face them. i.e. bathroom tomb.

petscop really does have a lot of retraumatizng themes, with everyone involved, Jill doesn't seem like the type who's moved on from what's happened per her need to see what's in the game, she's willing opening up that probably unprocessed grief, not directly due to making Paul play the game, but enough by having access to the recordings. Paul is directly being retraumatized by being exposed to his past, going to places related to it, being forced to play it, etc. Belle definitely slipped back into a strange state of dissociation, probably similar to how she used to be when everything was happening back then, just, regressing back to what she knows, and gets shocked out of it at the end of course but it's scary seeing her.. not as herself as quickly as she did.

there's a possibility of Jill either being Anna's sister, or Marvin's, neither is really confirmed or denied, and that's a nice ambiguity, but i think Jill being Marvin's sister is probably my personal favorite interpretation. Being related to Marvin, she's probably outcast from the rest of the family, or feared. That may be another motivation to really dig deep into these old graves, maybe she wants to redeem herself, or maybe she doesn't. what she needs is therapy probably lol BUT anyway

there's an ambiguity on her real motivations, maybe she wants to be "redeemed" in the eyes of the family, maybe she's actually helping Marvin out in some way, if we're to believe that Paul really was stuck in one of the ghost/testing rooms physically, did she know about the hidden door? do all of the rooms have those?

m not sure, Jill's interesting. she has lost a lot, her actions & motivations are ambiguous, she's got almost nothing to lose here. she's kind of sad, in hindsight, she appears like an overwhelming force but she's just a human like the rest of the characters. she's grieving, she hasn't been the best parent, she's lost control, so she regains it.

[honeyjars-sims]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire

Thanks for tagging me @lynzishell!

Since you did 2 characters I will as well. I wanted to do Johnny of course but he is sadly single 🥺 So I picked Paul for the 2nd character.

Johnny Ayers

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

I don't really have a fear of heights exactly but I do get a little nervous. Oh, and there's this one doll my sister used to have that haunts my dreams. It had soulless eyes.

-do they have any pet peeves?

I hate it when people talk to their kids like they're too stupid to understand things or explaining something to them isn't worth their time.

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

There's a lot of junk in there but my 3 favorites are my notebooks (for journaling and drawing), my gaming computer, and my stuffed cat Jinkies.

-what do they notice first in a person?

How serious they are. If I can't get a laugh pretty easily, we're probably not gonna get along.

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

I'd say it's around an 8. I just got my first tattoo and I barely flinched. I can't wait to get more!

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Flight for sure. When things get too tough, I try to remove myself from the situation as quick as possible.

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

That's a loaded question! My parents split before I was born. I have 4 sisters that I'm pretty close to. I don't talk to my mom but I get along with my father and his husband, who is more of a parent to me than my mom ever has been. He's not my stepdad, he's just my dad. So I guess I'm a family person to the ones who treat me with respect.

-what animal represents them best?

Maybe a dog because they like getting attention and affection. Probably some sort of lap dog!

-what is a smell that they dislike?

I hate strong colognes and perfumes especially if the scent seems artificial.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

I've had a few small fractures that healed on their own. I don't really want to talk about it, though.

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

They'd probably say I'm talkative and joke around a lot. People sometimes think I don't take things seriously when they first meet me.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

I'm a night owl thanks to insomnia. I don't like being up too late, though, because I get lonely when everyone else goes to bed.

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

I hate cauliflower, it tastes like mush! My favorite food is mac and cheese. I like anything cheesy, really.

-do they have any hobbies?

I love video games so that's a big one. I write a lot. I started keeping a journal when I started therapy but I also like to write down random thoughts that I find amusing. I haven't really done anything with them but maybe they'll be useful one day.

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

It depends on who's there. If it's people I'm close to then I'm totally down for being the center of attention but there are some people I'd rather not see unexpectedly.

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

I wear jewelry but nothing fancy. Just some piercings, necklaces, and bracelets that I think look cool. I like finding handmade stuff. I have a few ear piercings and I got my septum pierced recently.

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It depends. If I'm doing something artsy I can experiment with my handwriting in cool ways but taking notes? Good luck reading that later!

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

Just two? Damn. I'd say longing and regret. Wow, that sounds kind of depressing!

-do they have a favorite fabric?

I like things with interesting textures as long as it's not too scratchy.

-what kind of accent do they have?

I think it's kind of neutral but I'm good at mimicking accents and voices. Sometimes I do it without even realizing it if I spend a lot of time with someone.

Paul DiMarco

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

I don't really have many fears, but sometimes when I'm reading about weird diseases I start thinking about what would happen if I or one of my loved ones got it.

-do they have any pet peeves?

It really bugs me when people don't return their shopping carts. It's not that hard to walk a few feet and put it away!

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Plants because I like to garden, nonfiction books because I like to learn new things, and hiking boots because I like to be active outdoors.

-what do they notice first in a person?

I notice people's smiles first. I'm generally a happy person and I like to see others happy, too.

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Maybe a 6 or 7? I'm good at pushing past discomfort when I'm doing something strenuous like climbing, but I don't tolerate sudden injuries quite as well.

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Usually fight. I go into action mode when a crises hits and start thinking about how I'll tackle the problem.

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Definitely! I have 4 siblings, 3 niblings, and we all get along great. Family is very important to me!

-what animal represents them best?

I'll go for a labrador because they're good companions and they like to explore.

-what is a smell that they dislike?

I hate the smell of gasoline.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

Surprisingly I haven't, though I'm pretty active. I've come close a couple of times, though!

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

Most people would say I'm friendly and curious.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

I'm a morning bird. I like to have a little time to myself before the rest of the world wakes up to prepare for my day. I do enjoy sleeping in on those lazy days when I don't have anywhere to be, though.

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

I'm not picky, but I don't like flavors that are too bland. As for favorites, I don't think I could pick just one! I like trying new cuisines and experimenting with flavor combinations. If I had to pick, I'd go with my mom's homemade tomato sauce. Nothing else compares.

-do they have any hobbies?

I like to garden, though I don't have much space in my apartment. I'd love to have a big garden someday and have lots of fresh fruits and veggies to cook with. I'm pretty active and I love the outdoors. Hiking, rock climbing...anything that gets me moving and allows me to explore.

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

I would appreciate the gesture, but hopefully I would be in the mood to party!

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

I don't really wear jewelry. I've seen some beautiful pieces, but it's not very practical for my lifestyle.

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

As a future doctor, I've been practicing my indecipherable handwriting for years!

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

That's a good question because sometimes I tend to suppress my emotions.

-do they have a favorite fabric?

I like silk and anything that feels nice on my skin.

-what kind of accent do they have?

I'm from Tartosa, so I have the local accent. Although people in Tartosa say I'm losing it a bit.

I'll tag @weirdosalike, @morningglory-sims, @beachyserasims, @zosa95, and @kelsey-sims if you'd like to play along!