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None Of You Know What Haiku Are

I'm going to preface this by saying that i am not an expert in ANY form of poetry, just an enthusiast. Also, this post is... really long. Too long? Definitely too long. Whoops! I love poetry.

If you ask most English-speaking people (or haiku-bot) what a haiku is, they would probably say that it's a form of poetry that has 3 lines, with 5, and then 7, and then 5 syllables in them. That's certainly what I was taught in school when we did our scant poetry unit, but since... idk elementary school when I learned that, I've learned that that's actually a pretty inaccurate definition of haiku. And I think that inaccurate definition is a big part of why most people (myself included until relatively recently!) think that haiku are kind of... dumb? unimpressive? simple and boring? I mean, if you can just put any words with the right number of syllables into 3 lines, what makes it special?

Well, let me get into why the 5-7-5 understanding of haiku is wrong, and also what makes haiku so special (with examples)!

First of all, Japanese doesn't have syllables! There's a few different names for what phonetic units actually make up the language- In Japanese, they're called "On" (音), which translates to "sound", although English-language linguists often call it a "mora" (μ), which (quoting from Wikipedia here) "is a basic timing unit in the phonology of some spoken languages, equal to or shorter than a syllable." (x) "Oh" is one syllable, and also one mora, whereas "Oi" has one syllable, but two moras. "Ba" has one mora, "Baa" has two moras, etc. In English, we would say that a haiku is made up of three lines, with 5-7-5 syllables in them, 17 syllables total. In Japanese, that would be 17 sounds.

For an example of the difference, the word "haiku", in English, has 2 syllables (hai-ku), but in Japanese, はいく has 3 sounds (ha-i-ku). "Christmas" has 2 syllables, but in Japanese, "クリスマス" (ku-ri-su-ma-su) is 5 sounds! that's a while line on its own! Sometimes the syllables are the same as the sounds ("sushi" is two syllables, and すし is two sounds), but sometimes they're very different.

In addition, words in Japanese are frequently longer than their English equivalents. For example, the word "cuckoo" in Japanese is "ほととぎす" (hototogisu).

Now, I'm sure you're all very impressed at how I can use an English to Japanese dictionary (thank you, my mother is proud), but what does any of this matter? So two languages are different. How does that impact our understanding of haiku?

Well, if you think about the fact that Japanese words are frequently longer than English words, AND that Japanese counts sounds and not syllables, you can see how, "based purely on a 17-syllable counting method, a poet writing in English could easily slip in enough words for two haiku in Japanese” (quote from Grit, Grace, and Gold: Haiku Celebrating the Sports of Summer by Kit Pancoast Nagamura). If you're writing a poem using 17 English syllables, you are writing significantly more content than is in an authentic Japanese haiku.

(Also not all Japanese haiku are 17 sounds at all. It's really more of a guideline.)

Focusing on the 5-7-5 form leads to ignoring other strategies/common conventions of haiku, which personally, I think are more interesting! Two of the big ones are kigo, a season word, and kireji, a cutting word.

Kigo are words/phrases/images associated with a particular season, like snow for winter, or cherry blossoms for spring. In Japan, they actually publish reference books of kigo called saijiki, which is basically like a dictionary or almanac of kigo, describing the meaning, providing a list of related words, and some haiku that use that kigo. Using a a particular kigo both grounds the haiku in a particular time, but also alludes to other haiku that have used the same one.

Kireji is a thing that doesn't easily translate to English, but it's almost like a spoken piece of punctuation, separating the haiku into two parts/images that resonate with and add depth to each other. Some examples of kireji would be "ya", "keri", and "kana." Here's kireji in action in one of the most famous haiku:

古池や　蛙飛び込む　水の音 (Furu ike ya　kawazu tobikomu　mizu no oto) (The old pond — A frog jumps in The sound of the water.)

You can see the kireji at the end of the first line- 古池や literally translates to "old pond ya". The "ya" doesn't have linguistic meaning, but it denotes the separation between the two focuses of the haiku. First, we are picturing a pond. It's old, mature. The water is still. And then there's a frog! It's spring and he's fresh and new to the world! He jumps into the pond and goes "splash"! Wowie! When I say "cutting word", instead of say, a knife cutting, I like to imagine a film cut. The camera shows the pond, and then it cuts to the frog who jumps in.

English doesn't really have a version of this, at least not one that's spoken, but in English language haiku, people will frequently use a dash or an ellipses to fill the same role.

Format aside, there are also some conventions of the actual content, too. They frequently focus on nature, and are generally use direct language without metaphor. They use concrete images without judgement or analysis, inviting the reader to step into their shoes and imagine how they'd feel in the situation. It's not about describing how you feel, so much as it's about describing what made you feel.

Now, let's put it all together, looking at a haiku written Yosa Buson around 1760 (translated by Harold G. Henderson)

The piercing chill I feel: my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel

We've got our kigo with "the piercing chill." We read that, and we imagine it's probably winter. It's cold, and the kind of cold wind that cuts through you. There's our kireji- this translation uses a colon to differentiate our two images: the piercing chill, and the poet stepping on his dead wife's comb. There's no descriptions of what the poet is feeling, but you can imagine stepping into his shoes. You can imagine the pain he's experiencing in that moment on your own.

"But tumblr user corvidcall!" I hear you say, "All the examples you've used so far are Japanese haiku that have been translated! Are you implying that it's impossible for a good haiku to be written in English?" NO!!!!! I love English haiku! Here's a good example, which won first place in the 2000 Henderson haiku contest, sponsored by the Haiku Society of America:

meteor shower . . . a gentle wave wets our sandals

When you read this one, can you imagine being in the poet's place? Do you feel the surprise as the tide comes in? Do you feel the summer-ness of the moment? Haiku are about describing things with the senses, and how you take in the world around you. In a way, it's like the poet is only setting a scene, which you inhabit and fill with meaning based on your own experiences. You and I are imagining different beaches, different waves, different people that make up the "our" it mentioned.

"Do I HAVE to include all these things when I write haiku? If I include all these things, does that mean my haiku will be good?" I mean, I don't know. What colors make up a good painting? What scenes make up a good play? It's a creative medium, and nobody can really tell you you can't experiment with form. Certainly not me! But I think it's important to know what the conventions of the form are, so you can appreciate good examples of it, and so you can know what you're actually experimenting with. And I mean... I'm not the poetry cops. But if you're not interested in engaging with the actual conventions and limitations of the form, then why are you even using that form?

I'll leave you with one more English language haiku, which is probably my favorite haiku ever. It was written by Tom Bierovic, and won first place at the 2021 Haiku Society of America Haiku Awards

a year at most . . . we pretend to watch the hummingbirds

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Further reading:

Forms in English Haiku by Keiko Imaoka Haiku: A Whole Lot More Than 5-7-5 by Jack How to Write a Bad Haiku by KrisL Haiku Are Not a Joke: A Plea from a Poet Who Has Had It Up to Here by Sandra Simpson Haiku Checklist by Katherine Raine

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ANA DE ARMAS and JACOB ELORDI in DEEP WATER (2022)

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JACOB ANDERSON as Louis de Pointe du Lac

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I loved your high school sweethearts imagine and I was hoping if you could do that with Nate jacobs? But like Nate and the reader have 3 kids ( 2 boys 1 girl the girl being the youngest) and the reader is pregnant again with another boy so like the little girl is Nate’s little princess? :)

Till death do us part- Nate Jacobs x female reader

Spending your high school years in an off and on again relationship wasn’t how you would imagine high school to be. 7years later your best friend Lexi invites you to her engagement party, now the real question is are you and Nate still together?

Warnings: the reader and Nate having a bad relationship in high school, brief smut MDI (I needed it to set the beginning of the story), alcohol, mentions of Cal, toxic masculinity (for context wise Maddy didn’t date Nate in this) super fluffy Nate towards the end

A/N: aww thanks I’m glad that you loved high school sweethearts. I loved writing this, and it maybe a little bit self indulgent by having Lexi and Maddy being the reader’s best friends as they are my favourite characters. This is my first Euphoria fic so I hope that you enjoy it and I’ve done it justice. Sorry if some parts sound over British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

You gasped for air rolling your eyes into the back of your head as Nate thrusted into you, moaning your name as he spilt his seed across your velvety walls.

You both panted as you recovered from your climax. Nate lifted his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that clutch to your forehead from the exhaustion you’ve just experienced. He pulled out of you, you both whimpered from the lack of contact.

“This shouldn’t happen again”

“Babe you say this every time”

You panted trying to regain your breath. Trying your hardest to regulate your breathing into a normal rhythm. Nate knew how to make you feel so good to the point that you were putty in his hands.

But you’ve been broken up for over 2 months you should allow yourself to move on but it’s hard when Nate narrows his eyes, locking you in his gaze swatting off all men that ever showed the slightest bit of interest in you.

You broke up for a reason as he was the biggest asshole you had ever met, he was controlling but yet you couldn’t let go. For Nate is a siren drawing you to your untimely death. With a face as pretty as his, he could make the grey thrashing waters appear blue and tranquil. One thing about Nate Jacobs was once you were under his spell it was impossible to escape.

“I mean it Nate, we’re supposed to be over. I can’t move on when you scare off every man who shows me the slightest bit of attention. I’m not yours anymore you have to let me go” you sighed, allowing your head to slump into the plush pillow of your bed. Pinching the bridge of your nose, praying that he actually got the message this time, not continuing this nauseating game of cat and mouse which had been happening for weeks with you always ending up underneath him.

“Babe..” his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped protectively over your body. Almost chaining you to the spot, limiting your movements, hoping to silence your following words.

“Nate I mean it. Please you’re going to have to let me go-“ your words were cut short by Nate throwing you out of his embrace, as if your body was a poison that burnt him to touch. He scurried around your room collecting his clothes from the heap on the floor , as when you were both deeply in the throes of lust to care where they ended up, you just needed the clothes off your body as soon as possible.

Nate made a point of crashing his foot upon the wooden floorboards with each step he took, over exaggerating how pissed off he truly was. Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

His eyes couldn’t bare to look at yours, his jaw clenched so tightly together that a vein pulsed on the side of his forehead.

He said nothing as he exited your room, the only sound that broke the deafening silence was the loud slam of your door. You flinched upon hearing the loud slam and the rattle of the metal hinges, he slammed it with such ferocity you were amazed that your door was still in tack.

Safe to say that Nate got the message, he was finally going to leave you alone. You could finally move on, you wanted this right? So why does your heart feel like it’s crumbling into tiny pieces? Why are tears pouring down your face? And why do you feel empty, so incredibly empty and alone?

Y/N: I finally did it, he got the message. I can’t help but feel like I’ve made a mistake

Maddy: honey no, you haven’t made a mistake Nate Jacobs is a toxic asshole. He should of treated you right but he never did, it’s his loss to loose such an amazing person

Lexi: Y/N I agree with Maddie, don’t you ever let him make you feel like this was a mistake. You deserve way better and you can do way better

Y/N: why do I feel like this is a mistake though? I still love him and girls this hurts, this really fucking hurts

Lexi: oh Y/N :( I know it’s hard but you will get through this. I’ll be there in 5

Y/N: Lexi I can’t ask you to do that as you’re going on a date with Fez tonight

Lexi: too late I’m on my way, my girl needs me

Maddy: I’ll be there in 15, Ive snuck a bottle of my parents wine

Y/N: I love you guys so much <;3

The rest of the weekend was spent either pouring your heart out to your two friends, while Maddy continued to pour you drinks to help numb the pain. The pain didn’t lessen as each drink only made the hot tears come down like a torrential down pour. You couldn’t talk without your words becoming slurred by the overwhelming grief you felt for knowing that Nate is officially out of your life, but also from the copious amount of booze Maddy was supplying you with.

The two girls nodded sympathetically when they were needed to be, swigging back the bottle to try to conceal their true emotions about the situation. They were secretly overjoyed that you and that toxic asshole were no more.

They reassured you that it was the best thing to do, Lexi allowing you to curl up on your bed with your head in her lap. She stroked your hair, telling you that it was okay, not caring that your tears was dampening her jeans.

By the following Saturday the two were able to convince you to go to a party, claiming that this is the perfect way to finally get over him.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N you look stunning!” Maddy gasped as you entered her bedroom, wearing her pastel blue dress , it just about covered your ass and boobs. But then again Maddy wouldn’t wear anything that left anything to the imagination, but if you have even an ounce of the confidence Maddy exudes you would too.

She wondered towards you and sprayed your whole body with a bottle of perfume , you had to take a step back as the floral smell was making you light headed. She moved your chin with her index finger admiring her handy work, she did the most intricate blue eyeliner with stick on pearls to truly accentuate your eyes.

“You look so hot” Maddy smirk lifting a shot glass full of clear liquid to your face. Weakly smiling as you shot back the glass that felt like it could have been filled with straight ethanol from your visceral reaction.

She whipped her phone out from her right pocket, holding you close to her as she angled her phone to capture you both in the most flattering angle. Maddie pouted her lips tilting her head to face yours, so unsure what to do in this situation that you followed precisely what Maddy did. She posted the photo on her story adding a caption saying “single and ready to mingle”

You reposted the photo on your story and not even a second after posting you swiped up out of curiosity to see who had viewed your story, straight away you saw

@nate.jacobs has viewed your story. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone in your purse. Ready to forget about him for the night.

“You look amazing y/n” Lexi smiled bringing you into her embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Thanks lex you too”

“Lex told me about you and Nate, I’m sorry about that. He’s an asshole and I have no problem punching him again if you need to” fez offered as he patted you on the shoulder. His jaw clenched as he said Nate’s name, swallowing down the anger he has for him.

“Thanks fez, as much as I’d love to see him with a bloodied nose again, I don’t think that will be necessary-“

As you finished your sentence it dwindled away into thin air as you locked eyes with Nate, who had his arm tightly wrapped around the shoulders of Cassie. When his eyes met yours, he placed a kiss to Cassie’s temple, as if to wound you for wounding him. He quickly looked away as they both walked towards the kitchen to search for something to drink.

You felt your body shaking in a mixture of anger and despair. Every mussel in your body strained as you were trying to contain yourself from punching Nate yourself.

Fuck you Nate Jacobs!

“Y/N are you okay-“

“Lex did you know?”

“No I didn’t Y/N I swear, I’m so sorry” Lexi desperately called after you but it was too late, as you slammed the front door behind you.

You leant against the side of the house, letting the tears you’ve been holding in slide down your face. You didn’t want to give Nate the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

It was a mistake you showing up tonight

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Y/N it’s me Lexi, I firstly want to apologise for losing contact with you after graduation. It was hard with you moving to college and I was dealing with Fez’s arrest and the death of ash. But I saw your mom when I was grocery shopping and she gave me your new number. Me and Fez got engaged, can you believe it? He proposed last week at this fancy restaurant. I wanted to invite you to our engagement party this Saturday. You can bring a plus one if you’re dating someone, I can’t wait to see you as I miss you.

“Who’s that babe?”

“Lexi just texted me, she’s inviting us to her and Fez’s engagement party this Saturday”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’s not exactly my biggest fan” Nate sighed, as he sunk down the couch beside you. Placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles on the fleshy part of your thigh. He chewed his lip as he was overthinking about every possible way this party could end in disaster.

You were the only one who could vouch that he wasn’t the same Nate Jacobs he was in high school. While they were all left with the bitter taste of his name in their mouths, despising the person he once was.

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“Y/N you coming to the graduation party?” Maddy asked, readjusting her cap that tilted to the side of her head, slightly messing up her perfectly styled curls.

“100%”

“Great come to mine for 8, Lexi and I are pregaming before our final ever high school party” Maddie squealed in excitement over the big day, you both are finally going to leave East Highland behind. She pressed her glossed lips on your cheek before running off to get some more pictures before the school kicked you out.

“Y/N can we talk?”

Your body stiffened momentarily, your nostrils flared as you forced yourself to breathe. Rolling your eyes as you prepared yourself to engage in conversation with the one person who you really didn’t want to speak to right now.

“I don’t have anything to say to you” you sighed, not even turning your back to look at him

“Y/N please?” Nate’s voice quivered as he was trying to compose his emotions. He was having an internal battle, he wanted to get on his knees begging for you to hear him out, but his dismissive tough outer exterior was telling him to run away to save his pride.

You turned around to face him, you could feel your eyes prick with tears as you look deep into his.

“What did you want to say?” You tried your damn hardest to sound cold with a dash of hostility, but looking in his eyes opened that part of your heart that you tried to kill. The part of your heart that still loves him. Looking into his deep hazel eyes it brought back all the emotions you tried to suppress.

Nate took a deep breath and swallowed down all the negative thoughts that tried to sway him from confessing how he truly feels. It’s hard when you’ve grew up with an emotionally absent, extremely toxic farther, that it’s hard to express your true emotions. His farther taught him how to only express anger, that men don’t allow themselves to cry, men speak with their fists or with their dicks. Cal was so heavily blinded by toxic masculinity that he couldn’t see the effect it has on his own son, or that he simply didn’t care. The most “love” he ever received from his dad was a pat on his back after he won a football game.

“I’m sorry” he pressed his lips into a thin line, closing his eyes to contain his tears. He felt his breathing hitch, being emotionally vulnerable felt uncomfortable that every part of him was screaming at him not to continue further. But he pushed all this down for you, he loves you and he can’t picture a life where you’re not in it.

“Nate I-“

“Please let me speak, I need to say this now otherwise it will eat me alive till the day I die” Nate choked back a sob as he forced these words out of his mouth.

You looked at him with confusion, you’ve never seen Nate in your whole relationship being so vulnerable as he is right now. You nodded your head, holding your breath awaiting what he had to say.

“I’m truly sorry Y/N. I truly fucked up, I have no excuse for the way I treated you. I can see you walking out of my life and I’m scared, I love you and I’m scared that you hate me. I won’t blame you if you do, I don’t deserve you, you were always too good for me. Ever since I called the cops on my dad, I realised that I’m turning into my worst fear, I’m turning into him. I hurt you so badly and I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. My dad was a worthless piece of shit, I believed that I had to grow in his shadow, I had to be the man he wanted me to be, so I hurt those I love because I’m so used to anger that I don’t know how to express how I feel about you. But I do love you, I love the sound of your laugh, I love waking up next to you, I love how you can make this shitty world okay” Nate’s body convulsed as each sob coursed through his body.

He couldn’t hold his tears back anymore as they slid down his face, he buried his face within his hands, hiding the tears from you. He felt a small sense of humiliation about you seeing him like this, he could hear his father’s voice ringing through his ears telling him how pathetic he was for shedding a single tear. But he didn’t care as right now he could possibly lose the love of his life forever and that scared him more than any tears would.

You looked at him with concern as your heart broke to see him so fragile, his body shaking as his hands muffled the series of ‘please don’t leave me, I love you” escaping from his lips. In your whole relationship you have never seen Nate cry, to the point that you believed that he was incapable of feeling such intense sorrow. In this moment in time you saw the fragile broken side of him that never sees the light of day.

Yes he broke your heart but you still loved him, humanity in itself is never black and white, we’re all intricate human beings with flaws and scars and Nate was no exception to this. He was flawed and broken but he also made you feel like you were the most beautiful person whenever his eyes fell upon you, how he could make all of your problems slip away into thin air whenever you were wrapped in his warm embrace.

Fuck you still loved him!, you were willing to give him a second chance. Sure there’s a lot to work upon to have even an ounce of what you once had, but if Nate was serious about what he had just said he’d gladly put in the work.

“Baby” you called out to him, just as you expected he remained where he was, still trembling with his face buried within his hands.

You stepped towards him and gently peeled back his hands to reveal his tear stained face. He looked at you with his eyes filled heavy with a deep sadness. You wiped away a hot tear that fell down his cheek with your thumb, placing a kiss where the tear used to be.

“Okay, you fucked up badly. You hurt me, but I can’t help but love you. Even when my heart was breaking I still loved you. When I once drunkenly told you that I couldn’t imagine a future without you in it, I still mean every word. But baby if we’re going to work I need you to prove to me that you’d never hurt me this badly again because my heart can’t take another heart break. I want to give us another chance, but please promise me baby that you will do anything to make us work again?”

“I will I promise, I love you Y/N. Thank you, I don’t deserve you” he weakly chuckled as new tears flooded down his cheek. He gently kissed your forehead, as he pulled you into his arms, inhaling your perfume that he had missed for it was the only thing in his life that brought him any form of comfort.

“Don’t make me regret this baby” you whispered

“I would rather die than to ever make that happen” he whispered back to you, placing another tender kiss against your forehead. Smiling for the first time in days that the love of his life was finally back in his arms.

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Lexi sighed as she got Fez to rearrange the silver banner which read ‘happy engagement’ for what felt like the hundredth time.

“A little to your left Fez, it’s still off centre” she groaned, massaging the stress out of her temples.

“Look angel , no one is going to care if the banner isn’t exactly central” Fez groaned, his back is aching from arching it to place the banner exactly where his fiancé wanted it.

“Why don’t you get yourself a glass of rosé and try to relax?” He soothed, massaging her shoulders that became raised from her over thinking. He kissed the side of her cheek as he felt her shoulders release.

“I know, it’s just that I want tonight to be perfect, everyone will be here. Plus Y/N will be here who I haven’t seen in forever, sorry babe it’s just that it’s been a lot of stress for me” she pouted, chewing on the inside of her cheek from overthinking the entire party.

“I know angel, but trust me tonight is going to be great. And fuck it if it’s not for I’m finally engaged to the hottest woman I have ever met who made me the luckiest man in the entire world” Fez smiled as he turned Lexi to look at him, he lifted her head to look at him as he brought her Into a passionate kiss.

“I love you” Lexi breathed after she had to pull away from the lack of oxygen to her lungs

“I love you too”

The two lovers were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, the person behind the door was growing impatient by the second as the door was rattling against its hinges.

Lexi rolled her eyes, growing more frustrated by the person’s persistence. When she opened the door she was met by her sister wearing a skin tight baby pink dress, barely covering her ass.

“Wow Cas you look good?” Lexi stuttered upon seeing her older sister so dolled up, Lexi snickered as she joked, “dressing for anyone special?”

“Nate could be here” Cassie smirked as she soothed down the limiting fabric of her dress

“Excuse me?”

“Last thing I heard was that Y/N dated Nate in college, if by some miracle that they’re still together, I’ll show him what he’s been missing” Cassie stated, as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders making a beeline for the kitchen for something to drink.

Fez noticed how Cassie flounced in here without acknowledging the two hosts or why the party was arranged in the first place. He rolled his eyes as he brought his beer to his lips.

“Remind me why you invited her?”

“She’s my sister, plus she’s delusional that Nate will be here” Lexi groaned also rolling her eyes, they say that you can’t choose your family but it’s moments like this that Lexi wish that she could

Plus her sister was full of shit, there was no way that you would ever give Nate Jacobs a second chance right?

As more guest arrived they all congratulated the happy couple and wished them both a lifetime of happiness.

Rue stood in the corner listening to Kat as she told her about her newest work in progress. Rue is gladly 7 years sober from all substances, she’s done so well that she now helps out at the local clinics that once saved her life. Rue rarely dated after her relationship with Jules, needing to find her feet and especially within her sobriety. She had finally healed the relationship with her mom and younger sister.

Kat on the other hand became a successful author, writing about steamy erotic stories which soon made her the best selling author of that genre. Fans go wild over her books, claiming her to be the queen of smut. Kat finally found the confidence she thought that she lost in herself and for once was truly happy in her skin.

Ethan spent a large majority of the party catching up with Lexi as he just came back from tour. Unsurprisingly Ethan found his love of acting through being in Lexi’s iconic play. He studied at Juilliard where he became an up and coming Broadway talent, he recently came off tour with Dear Evan Hansen and was happy to be home for a few days. Though he has been avoiding Kat all throughout the party like the plague, some wounds will never heal.

Jules arrived to the party with Kat who were still good friends and kept in touch regularly. Jules became a therapist helping queer and trans kids, she became an activist for trans rights and in result gained a huge Instagram following. Jules used what she went through in the past to help those she can, believing that no one should experience the trauma she had faced alone.

Cassie stood leaning against the wall watching the door like a hawk, every few minutes readjusting her hair or applying another layer of

Gloss, determined that Nate was going to walk through that door. Lexi and Cassie’s relationship was rocky, but for the sake of the family Lexi invited her here tonight.

Lexi felt her heart drop as she checked the time on her phone, you were officially an hour late. The guilt started to eat her alive as she twirled the pretty diamond ring that laid upon her finger. She drummed her fingers against her thigh trying to relieve her anxiety that was raging through her body. Her brain went into overdrive, imagining all the ways that you probably hate her for loosing touch. She kept on staring at the wooden frame praying for it to knock at any second.

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“Okay you can choose one toy each” Nate stated at Harrison, Noah and Lilly who were sat crossed legged on the floor of their playroom with multiple toys strewn around the room.

“But daddy Rosie needs Daisy” Lilly pouted as she held up two princess dolls from the same set, she gave Nate her best puppy dog eyes and quivered her bottom lip.

It took Nate less than five seconds to cave into Lilly’s cute pouting face which made his heart melt. Nate swears that she gets it from her mother. Lilly truly was Nate’s little princess and dangerously he was wrapped around her little finger.

“Fine” Nate sighed “only two”

The three kids let out a laughter of glee as they reached for another toy.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked resting your head in the crook of Nate’s neck, wrapping your arms around him pulling him closer to you. It must be your hormones or Nate’s irresistible nature that made this pregnancy resulting in yourself to be attached to his hip, you became more clingier but Nate found that adorable. Especially when you pouted at him if he hasn’t given you enough affection, Nate wouldn’t change it for the world for he had the life he dreamt about, a beautiful wife and 3 happy healthy children with one more on the way

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Lexi felt her heart flew out of her chest when she heard a knock at the door. She squealed loudly as she passed her glass to Fez, who was looking at his fiancé with a bewildered expression from her sudden outburst. Her body shaking with delight as she practically launched herself at the door.

Maddy saw Lexi’s commotion and quickly followed suit with her face beaming over the thought of seeing you again.

“I missed you-“

The two women’s eyes grew wide as they looked at your stomach that was carrying your fourth child. Lexi cupped her hands over her mouth and squealed again in delight.

“Congratulations Y/N who’s the lucky guy?”

“My husband-“

“Oh my god! You’re married?” Maddy smiled as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, but not tight enough as she was weary of your bump. Maddy was overjoyed that you are finally in a healthy relationship ever since the shit show her and Lexi had to endure in high school, the two were so used to seeing you in tears with a broken heart. It warms her heart that you look happier and you were practically glowing, pregnancy really did suit you.

Lexi shared the same feeling of elation for you but she was momentarily sad when she found out that you were married, not that she wasn’t happy for you but she wished that she could of been their to celebrate your big day with you. Well at least you can now attend hers.

3 kids came running up behind you, your twins Harrison are Noah were 7 while Lilly was 5. Lexi and Maddy waved at the three kids, gushing about how cute they were and how much they all looked like their mom. Both women were crouched down listening intently as each kid introduced their toys to them, laughing as Lexi and Maddy shook their hands and welcomed the extra guests to the party.

When Maddy looked up to you, her smiled faltered as she choked on the air overcome with shock from who just appeared and placed a kiss on your cheek. Lexi looked at Maddie eyes wide with confusion till she turn to look in the same direction, Lexi rapidly started blinking not fully processing what she’s just witnessed.

You and Nate Jacobs were still together! Not only that but you were married to him with kids.

None of the pieces were adding up in their heads, they were completely baffled by the entire encounter. Last time they saw you, you were crying over him hating him for breaking your heart. So what the hell has changed for you to look totally infatuated by him?

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After you graduated from university Nate proposed with a beautiful delicate diamond ring. Saying that you were the love of his life and the only one for him.

You both had a small private wedding reserved for only close family and friends, for you wanted your big day to be spent with those who you loved. You did wish that Lexi and Maddy could be there but you all loss contact so it was impossible to contact them.

You both moved far away from LA as possible, both wanting a fresh start and especially when Cal was allegeable for parole. Nate wanted to be far away from him as possible, especially a few months after the wedding you fell pregnant with twins. Nate wanted to live somewhere safe with his family and to be the farther he never got to your twins (and Lilly who came two years later and baby Jamie who is now on the way).

He became a football coach at the local high school and you worked in the art department. It was sweet that you both worked in the same place which meant that you could have cute lunch dates together away from your kids as much as you loved them.

Nate was a great farther he was nothing like his dad, he was kind and patient. Completely different to his former high school self, where he didn’t know how to communicate his emotions. They built up inside of him till it came out into this fiery rage that could make anyone’s blood run cold, so unused to feel love so when he felt it he felt like he needed to push them away as he believed he was unworthy of feeling such a thing.

Seeing the way he was acting was hurting you, the love of his life. Watching you nearly walk out of his life was the worst pain he had ever felt, it felt suffocating, like every part of him was breaking. That he knew he had to change, and he wanted to change if it meant that he could keep you in his life.

Yes it was hard for him to begin with but he slowly let down his guard, the one his farther installed in him to make him ‘more of a man’ even though it made him seem cold. He started to let you in, he started to communicate about his feelings rather than to wait till they reached boiling point.

Nate was a doting husband, he brought you flowers every Friday and hires a sitter just so you two can have your regular date nights. He loved you with all his heart and never missed an opportunity to show that to you. You were both finally happy. —————————————————————————-

“I can’t believe he’s changed?” Lexi exclaimed lifting her glass to her lips, still in complete shock over what she’s just heard.

“I love you Y/N but he was a dick in high school I’m having a hard time believing that he’s such a loving husband” Maddy added watching in amazement as Nate sat with his children on the floor. Laughing with them and joining in their make believe game, watching as Lilly giggled with glee as her dad gently kissed her on the cheek.

“I know if I wasn’t married to him I’d have a hard time believing that too. But I truly couldn’t ask for a better husband, the smallest things make me nauseous nowadays. So Nate now carries water, mints and ginger tea incase I need it”

“Stop it that is too cute” Maddie gasped.

Both her and Lexi shared a look, maybe they were both wrong about Nate Jacobs? Seeing you so content ,watching how good he is with the kids and how he looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world (which caused Cassie to roll her eyes and huff in annoyance seeing how in love with you he was). Nate Jacobs was your perfect match.

“So Y/N I wanted to ask if you would be my maid of honour at my wedding”

“Oh my god Lexi, yes I will” you smiled as you quickly pulled her into a warm embrace.

“I need my best friend there on my big day and it wouldn’t be the same without you”

They say that the best love is fast and intense, maybe that was true to your high school self. But the true, real kind of love was consistent and giving, forever holding onto that initial spark. Now you know exactly what that love felt like as you found that in Nate.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this fic. I’d had to make Ethan an actor especially after his incredible performance as Nate in the play. He also gives me dear Evan Hansen vibes I don’t know why. My requests are still open and I’m currently working through all of them

[imthe1wthewickedcurveball]

She’s a 4 but you can’t hear her thoughts and she wears a long khaki skirt

[ojacksonscohen]

It was my nephew. INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 1x02 …After The Phantoms Of Your Former Self

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Secrets - Jacob Black

“No, Y/N! Move!” 

You felt as though all the wind in you got knocked out as you flew backwards. There was a deep throbbing sensation before it all went dark.

When you awoke, you could tell from the sounds and the smells that you were in a hospital. You took a while to open your eyes knowing the glare from the fluorescent ward lights would sting. Your throat felt dry and your skin tight. Slowly you pushed yourself up into a seating position to fully take in your surroundings. The ward was relatively empty, just you and another person who chose to close the curtains around their bed. Porters were walking up and down the corridors pushing carts of food and the occasional patient. One of the nurses popped her head through the doorway and nodded with a smile, acknowledging you were awake. You looked to your side to see an empty chair. There was a faint indent of someone's behind etched into the seat letting you know that, until quite recently, you had a visitor. You rifled through the cabinets on either side of your bed hoping to come across your handbag or your phone, hell even your clothes just to make sense of why you were lying in a hospital.

“Ms Y/L/N, good to see you finally awake”

You looked up to see the face of Carlise Cullen.

“I- what happ-” You asked slightly groggily.

“I’m glad you’re awake” He repeated, shining a light into your eye. 

“How long was I out for?”

“You came in 5 days ago, we kept you sedated for 3 before weaning you off.”

“What the fuck happened?”

“You were brought into the hospital unresponsive. We completed scans of your body and found that you had a slight fracture on your t8 vertebrate and increased pressure in your brain. We conducted a ventriculostomy where we drilled a small hole in your skull and inserted a plastic pipe to drain out the excess cerebrospinal fluid and restore adequate blood flow to your brain.”

“How-”

“All they told me was you hit your head, hard.”

“Who’s they?”

“What is the most recent thing you remember, Y/N?”

You closed your eyes and tried to think back to your last moments but all you could remember was waking up and getting ready for your day.

“The last clear thing I remember is getting up to brush my teeth”

“And what time would you say that was?”

“Around half 8 in the morning?”

“Some short-term amnesia is expected, I’m afraid I can’t give you a definitive time frame for when you’ll remember, or if you’ll remember, but you were brought to the hospital at 3.40 pm by Sam Uley, Seth Clearwater and Jacob Black.”

“And where are they?”

“Sam and Seth stayed until you came out of surgery, Jacob stayed the entire five days, he left a short while ago for a shower and a change of clothes.”

“Do you know when I can go home?”

“I need to run some tests just to make sure that your brain function is normal and to check on your spinal fracture and once those are fine, you’ll be free to leave. Would you like me to call your mother?”

You nodded.

“Great, ill be back in a few moments to take you up to radiography.”

Your scans and tests came back normal. Your mum dealt with your discharge paperwork and prescription while you got changed into the clothes she brought for you. Carlise prescribed some pills to keep the swelling on your spine down and to manage the pain and, strict bedrest for the rest of the week to make sure you didn’t damage your spine further. You hobbled your way out of the hospital and to the car. The drive home was silent, you could tell your mum was itching to say something but she held her tongue. She silently helped you up the stairs and into bed.

“Bella came by yesterday to drop off your bag and your phone. I’ve plugged in an extension cord and left it on your bedside table. Try not to move too much. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” She said, fluffing your pillows and making sure you were comfortable.

You mumbled a small thanks before turning your attention to your phone. It was dead so you plugged it into the charger and let it charge for a while until it switched on. You were greeted with a flurry of text messages from your friends asking about your whereabouts and sending you well wishes for your recovery. 

Ignoring those, you typed out three text messages to the three boys involved in your ’accident’, “What the fuck happened to me?”. Sam and Seth’s replies came almost instantaneously at the exact same time, consisting of the same message, “Ask Jacob.”. Growing increasingly angry as you read over each text a few more times, you called Jacob’s phone. To no one's surprise, you were met with his voicemail. You cut the call and called again, only to be met with his stupid voicemail greeting for a second time. On your third ignored call you decided to leave a message. “I don’t know what happened in the 8 hours before I turned up in the hospital, Sam and Seth have told me to ask you, my mum is acting weird and I don’t know why. I don’t know what you did but I want answers and I want them now, so grow some fucking balls and give me them”. And then you waited. 

For the entirety of your bedrest, you waited for Jacob to call back but he didn't. You waited to hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs but you didn't. Bella and Edward had visited a couple of times. Angela came almost every day after school to catch you up on the gossip of Forks high, and to make sure you didn’t fall behind. Paul and Quil dropped by while your mum was at work, somehow managing to nimbly climb in through your window to avoid you moving around. They avoided the topic of Jacob completely, chalking his disappearance down to him being ‘busy’. You knew better than to press on the subject so you dropped it, deciding to wait until you were able to move before you ran up on him. 

“Rise and shine, you’ve got your freedom back today” Your mother sang, pushing open your curtains and pulling off your duvet. 

You rubbed your eyes as you stretched out. “What time is it, Jesus”

“6”

“Mum, I don't have to leave for school for another couple of hours” You groaned in annoyance as you pulled the duvet back up and over your head.

“You haven't washed your hair in days. The sponge baths only did so much. I love you, but you’re smelling a bit ripe”

She had a point, deodorant, bodyspray and dry shampoo could only do so much. You reluctantly got up from your bed and went into the shower. You could still feel a slight dull ache in your back but Carlisle said that was to be expected. Any discomfort you felt immediately dissipated when you felt the hot water hitting your skin. You scrubbed the build-up of grime that had accumulated from your scalp, massaging it lightly. Although it was a quick shower, you were sure you had never felt so clean before in your life. You got out of the steamy bathroom and went back into your room. Your mum had kindly left some toast, a banana and a mug of tea on your bedside table so you tucked into your little breakfast whilst quickly checking your texts. 

Angie: so excited 2 have u back in school

Y/N: just happy 2 b free :’)

Angie: gotta catch u up on gossip

Y/N: LOL, ttyl need 2 get ready xo

You quickly finished your breakfast before applying some moisturiser to your damp skin. There was only just enough time for you to dry your hair before you grabbed your school bag and your car keys and left. 

Your first day back was filled mostly with your classmates asking you what happened and you responding and telling them you had no idea. As each person asked you, the anger you had burning inside you for Jacob only grew stronger. You could have potentially died that day yet you had no answers for what exactly happened. Not knowing a single detail about something that could have derailed your entire life was infuriating.  From your third period, all you could focus on was getting out of school and driving to the reservation. Your friends tried to stop you from leaving so soon, insisting that you needed to celebrate your freedom but you fended them off, promising to celebrate your freedom another time. 

As you drove out of the school car park, you slowly drove past Bella and Edward making sure to initiate eye contact with both of them. They knew what happened, it was obvious, and just like everyone else, they were leaving you in the dark. You parked your car behind Billy’s truck and slammed the door shut. 

“Jacob Black you get your ass out here right now” You shouted, stomping your way to his house. 

Billy was the first person to come out and assess the commotion. “Y/N-”

“Usually, I’d be happy to see you Billy, but right now I want your cunt of a son to come out and stop ignoring me.”

“He’s in the barn, working on his bike” He muttered with a small smile.

You nodded in thanks and angrily walked over to the barn. You took in a deep breath to centre yourself before you practically busted the door down. Jacob’s head snapped up in surprise at the intrusion. “Y/N”

“Embry, Quil, get out.” You ordered. They both looked to Jacob who nodded before getting up off their seats. 

“We’re really glad to see you’re okay Y/N” Embry mumbled as he walked past. 

Once you heard their footsteps retreat, you turned to face Jacob. 

“How fucking dare you?” You screamed, brandishing a spanner that found its way into your hands. 

“Y/N-”

“No! How DARE you treat me like this.”

“Let me-”

“NO, you’re going to listen to me first. I’ve spent the whole week knowing that I have hours of my life that I can’t account for. I don't know where I was, who I was with or how you, Sam and Seth were the ones to get me to the hospital. All anyone has asked me is 'how did it happen?’ and I’m just as knowledgeable as they are. Any time I’ve tried to get answers I get told to ask you. When I try and ask you, you ignore me. I want to know the truth. And I want to know it now”

“I can’t tell you the truth”

“Oh wow, you’re really going to hit me with this bullshit?!”

“I can’t, Sam would kill me”

“Read my lips, Jake, I don’t care. I want the truth.”

He stood silent for a few moments. “Fine, but we need to go somewhere first”

“Why?”

“We just do, but I promise you, you’ll get the truth”

You reluctantly followed Jacob out of the barn and towards the forest. The two of you walked in silence, you trailing a few steps behind him. Jacob had the advantage of being physically fit over you, allowing him to walk over the uneven forest floor and hop over the gnarled tree roots that spread across the muddy paths. It didn't take too long for your calves to burn as you tried to keep up with Jacob, both in speed and orientation. 

“How much longer?” You asked, stopping and leaning on the side of a tree to catch your breath.

“10 minutes” He replied, turning his head over his shoulder.

“Are you serious? My legs are going to fall off”

“The more breaks you take, the longer it'll take”

You mimicked his patronising comment and began walking again, only to misstep and trip. You landed on the mud with a light thump.

“For fucks sake” you muttered, wiping the mud from your hand and slowly getting up.

“You okay?” Jacob asked, rushing to your aid. You could have sworn you saw his breathing speed up as if he was panicked. 

“Just tripped, I can’t keep up with your long ass legs.”

Wordlessly, Jacob swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style. “Now you don’t need to worry about keeping up with me” He smirked, looking down at you.

“Jake put me down”

“If I put you down we won't get to Sam’s until tomorrow”

“Why are we going to Sam’s?”

“You’ll find out in a bit”

“I’m so sick of being in the dark-”

“I told you, you’ll find out the truth soon”

“That's the - you know what, you won't understand, I give up.”

“I don’t understand what?”

“Nothing”

“No, tell me, make me understand” His steps became harder and faster, you could tell he was starting to get frustrated.

“ Don’t you think I’m scared? I have 0 recollection of what happened that day. There is this huge gap in my timeline and I can't come up with an explanation for it, I can't try to piece memories together and come up with some kind of explanation. On top of that, everyone around me seems to know what happened apart from me.”

Jacob’s lips parted as if to say something but he kept silent. The rest of your walk was filled with a sort of tension. It was an odd tension because despite how irritated you were by Jacob, you felt a sense of peace, some comfort being held by Jacob. If your younger self could’ve seen you at that point, she would've combusted on the spot. It was cliche really, crushing on your best friend, but you couldn’t help it. Jacob was the only one that you felt understood you. He was supportive and always knew how to make you laugh. When the rest of the guys would exclude you from games, he’d always try and find a way to get you back involved. For a while you were starting to think that maybe Jacob liked you too, he was starting to notice the little changes in your appearance and making more plans with just the two of you, alone. That was until Bella came to town. It didn’t take you long to realise where his affection was really directed.

“Well, get ready to get your answers,” He let you down gently and walked into the open front door. You trailed in behind him slightly cautious. You were greeted by Sam and another woman, she had a huge scar on the side of her face. 

“You must be Y/N, I’m Emily, Sam’s fiance,” she said softly.

“I didn't know-”

“I like to keep it on a need to know” Sam stated, crossing his arms.

“I just baked some croissants, why don't you grab one”

You looked over at the dining table to see a plate piled high with glossy freshly baked croissants. Jacob took a seat and you followed suit. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and went to fill yours up. “Before you say anything, there are no bits”. You nodded and took a croissant, tearing a chunk off and tasting it. 

“These are insanely good, Emily” you gushed after swallowing your mouthful. She beamed back at you from the kitchen. 

“So let’s cut to the chase. You want to know what happened last week.” Sam said, leaning against the huge kitchen island.

You nodded. 

“what do you remember about those Quileute stories Billy used to tell us at bonfires”

“They can turn into wolves or something, like werewolves. They knew witches. What does that have to do with this? They were stories we were told as kids”

“What if I told you they weren't stories?”

“Werewolves don't exist”

“You wanna prove her wrong, Jake?”

Jacob sighed as he grabbed you by the arm and took you back outside Sam’s home. He took off his t-shirt and threw it to the side. 

“I didn't want a strip show” You scoffed.

He scoffed and turned around, pulling his shorts down and throwing those with his shirt. He turned again to face you “All I’m asking is that you don’t run. I have more to explain but this part is easier shown.”

You nodded, trying to tear your eyes away from the bulge in his boxers. Jacob jumped off the deck and all of a sudden, you were met with a huge brown wolf.

“You’re fucking shitting me”

“Nope, clear as day. He's a werewolf, and so am I. So are Quil, Paul, Embry and Seth."

The wolf- Jacob, took a few tentative steps closer to the deck, you copied his actions stepping off the deck and meeting him in the middle. He jutted his head forward and you ran your hands over the soft fur on his head. Jacob pushed his head into your hand and you scratched the top of his head and under his jaw simultaneously. He panted happily, moving his head so you could reach the right spots.

“He's like a massive dog” You called out laughing. 

Jacob growled in response and sat up. 

“He told me to tell you to respect him, he's a wolf, not a dog.” Sam chuckled.

“How?-”

“Werewolf things, we can communicate telepathically.” 

You looked from Sam to Jacob, bewildered. 

“He’s gonna change back, you might wanna turn around if you don't wanna see his junk” Sam said, turning around to go back inside.

You stepped back and covered your eyes with your arm. It took a few moments but you heard a quiet zipping sound and dared to take a look at Jacob’s muscular torso. 

“So this only explains a part of what happened. The rest is, well, complicated” Jacob followed sams lead and returned to Emily’s kitchen table. 

“Uncomplicate it for me then.”

“Do you remember the stories of the ‘cold ones?’“

“Kind of?”

“Marble skin, ice cold, no need to eat or sleep, consume blood, more commonly known as-”

“Don’t fucking tell me there are a bunch of bloodsucking vampires running around here too”

“The Cullens”

“THE CULLENS? As in EDWARD Cullen? As in Bella’s boyfriend?”

Sam and Jacob nodded. 

“That’s hilarious, you and Edward are both sworn enemies due to your nature and rival lovers”

“Shut up”

“Back to the topic, on the day in question, you came to the rez to see Jacob. Only Bella and Edward were there too, asking us for help to deal with some newborn leeches. Tensions are already high between the pack and the Cullens, so when they come on our land asking for favours, you can imagine how things go. Things got a bit heated between Paul and Edward, he can barely contain his anger on a good day so he phased. Jacob was stood next to him, so he phased too, to keep him in line”

“Cool story but where do I fit in here?”

“Somehow, during all the testosterone, you got too close. No offence but were all over 6ft tall, so it wasn't that hard for you to get lost in the crowd. When Jake phased, he hit you with his tail and you kind of flew backwards and hit a tree.”

An awkward silence settled over the three of you. 

“Well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the full story” You joked, cutting through the tension.

“This is something the two of you need to talk out, Em and I will be upstairs if you need us.”

“I think we’ll walk back to my dad”

Sam nodded. “I’ll see the two of you later.”

You gave a small smile and got up and left Sam’s home. 

“Hold up, you’ll end up tripping again”

You refused to laugh at Jacob’s joke, choosing to face ahead rather than look at him. 

“Are you going to ignore me now?” 

You ignored him again. 

“C’mon, Y/N, talk to me” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand but you shook him off.

“Y/N, I’m being serious. Stop. Look at me.” He grabbed a hold of your forearm, using a bit more force and pulling you towards him. “Please, just look at me”.

You looked up and stared into his eyes. His beautiful chocolatey brown eyes. The eyes you would stare into as a child during staring contests; the eyes you would search for in a crowd of unfamiliar people; the eyes that would meet yours in serious moments that you weren't supposed to laugh in, making you both dissolve into a fit of laughter; the eyes that had been following Bella’s every move for the past couple of years. 

“Hurts doesn’t it? Being ignored?” You said, quietly, not breaking eye contact. 

“You know why I couldn't tell you”

“But you did tell me,”

“After I got Sam’s approval”

“How hard was it to get Sam’s approval while I was in the hospital?” You pulled away from him and continued walking. 

“I didn’t want you to get hurt”

“So what, now that you’ve waited a few days the threat of me knowing the truth has just disappeared?”

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t have found out until after we dealt with this newborn bullshit. I didn’t count on you showing up at my house, lack of foresight on my part I guess”

“I still don’t understand what this changes for me? Apart from me staying far, far away from the Cullens”

“They’re vegetarians, they only drink animal blood. But that's beside the point.” Jacob stopped and picked up a small log, snapping it into bits like it was a twig. “I’m not good with feelings, I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain this to you”

“Most of us first phased when the Cullens came to town. It's in our DNA, the smell of the bloodsuckers triggers the change. Forks had been free of vampires for the last few decades, so were the first shifters here in a while. The problem is, vampires are like an infestation, when you have one, you have a million more. We’ve been hit with threat after threat, first this woman trying to kill Bella, and now all of this newborn nonsense.

“Bella is just a human and she's stuck in the middle of all of this, this is what knowing does. It’s just not safe”

You felt your heart sink at his mention of Bella. “So you didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to get in the way?”

“Yes-” 

“Right, I see that I’m just an inconvenience now.” You scoffed. 

“No, I didn't mean that. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want you to get involved in all this. Not to mention, your mum forbade me from telling you unless it was necessary”

"My mum knew?"

"She's always known, you could say our families have some history,"

“Well despite what the both of you decided, not telling me got me hurt too”

“I know, and that's why I stayed away because I tried to protect you, I tried to keep you safe and I failed.”

“Wait, do you think that it was your fault?” You stopped walking for a second.

“Well of course it was. I threw you against a tree. You fractured your spine, they had to drill a hole in your head. You could’ve died.” Jacob turned to face you, his chest heaving. “I always thought the bloodsuckers were the monsters and we were the protectors. I nearly killed you, Y/N, so what does that make me?”

“Hey, now it's your turn to look at me” You rushed forward and held your hands to Jacob’s cheeks. “You are not a monster. It was an accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and in the heat of the moment, things went sideways. And yes I could have died. And yes that is a very scary thought. But I’m not dead, hell, it's like nothing even happened. I know I'm angry, but I'm only angry because you kept it from me.  Now that I know you run around with wolves in your spare time, I’ll call ahead before I come over. I’ll even buy some dog treats to keep in my car”

“I’m a wolf, not a dog, huge difference.”

“Tomato, tomato. I guess at the end of the day, you thought you were doing the right thing by keeping it from me”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“I don’t know myself, it's like I just had to play with wolfy you and I felt better. I guess all that research into the health benefits of pets is right”

“So I’m your pet?”

“Whose a smart boy? You’re a smart boy” you patted Jacob on the head, messing his hair up slightly. 

“That’s it” Jacob placed one muscular arm around your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder. 

“Jacob put me down”

“No,”

“Jacob.”

“You’re slowing me down.”

“JAKE”

“I’m not listening to you”

You accepted defeat and let Jacob carry you back to his home. Once he let you back down, you stumbled slightly, feeling lightheaded from all the blood rushing down from your head. Jacob scrambled to hold you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, frantically looking for any other signs you were hurt. 

“Headrush, I’m okay” you responded, blinking. 

“I see you’re both back” You both turned to see Billy sitting on the porch. “I assume you’ve told her?”

“Oh yeah, I know about Jake’s secret double life”

“And...”

“Dad-”

“What does he mean by and? What else were you supposed to tell me?”

“It appears I have put my foot in my mouth”

“Just a little bit, thanks dad”

“What-?”

“Let's go into the barn”

You sat down in your designated spot with Jacob flopping down directly next to you. 

“Whoa, designated seats are out the window huh? Must be serious.”

He ignored your comment and tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. “What do you think about soulmates?”

“Bit of a random question but I think they exist”

“Elaborate”

“I guess I feel like we all have that one person out there for us that allows us to be the best versions of ourselves. Someone you can laugh with one second, cry with the second and argue with the third.”

“Do you think you have a soulmate?”

“I’d hope so” You chuckled slightly. “what do you think?”

“I have one and I know exactly who she is. It's just complicated”

“Let me guess, she's in love with a vampire?” It was now Jacob’s turn to laugh. 

“Actually, it’s not her. We have this thing called imprinting, in my world,”

“I’m sorry, ‘In my world?’ You sound like one of them old white guys telling strangers his war stories"

“It's a wolf thing, you kind of just look at her and you know it. It's like gravity just pushes you towards her. She becomes your entire world. Nothing else matters but her. You become overwhelmed with this desire to be close to her, to touch her, to keep her safe. You would go to the ends of the earth just to keep her happy. At first, I thought it was sappy bullshit but honestly, the entire world could be burning down behind me, but I wouldn’t care as long as she was with me. 

“When I first phased I hoped it would be Bella. I tried my hardest to force it but I looked at her and I felt nothing. And then I saw Her, and I realised how stupid I was to ever even want Bella in the first place. She smiled at me and it reminded me of all the reasons why she was so perfect for me.”

While you were happy that Jacob was no longer pining over Bella, your heart still sunk at the fact that he was unconditionally, head over heels in love with a girl that wasn’t you. The realist in you had tried to convince the hopeless romantic in you that you and Jake were friends and only friends but there was a small part of you that held out hope that one day he would see what was right in front of him. 

“I’m really glad you found her Jake, you deserve it.” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Do I? I nearly killed her” 

“You’re on a bit of a hot streak, first me and now this girl” You joked, trying to lift the mood. 

“It technically only counts as one”

“What do you mean, it's obvi-”

“I nearly killed my imprint when I nearly killed you,” He turned his head and looked at you with a small smile. “Suprise”

Upon processing Jacob’s revelation, you sat up straight and replayed his words a few more times in your head, just to be sure you were hearing correctly. Your entire body turned to face him “just to be clear, you imprinted on me?”

“Who's the dumb one now?”

“I’m being serious, it's me?”

“Yes, it's you. It will always be you”

“I’ve waited to hear you say that since we were 11″ You couldn't help but break into a genuine smile.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile like that”

“I’m not beautiful all the time, wow?” you hit him playfully on the arm

“No of course you are, you’re just especially beautiful when you smile, genuinely” He took your hand and pulled you closer to him.

“Hmm good answer” you muttered, resting your head on his chest.

“I was an idiot for not seeing it earlier.”

“How long have you known?”

“A year”

“A YEAR?!”

“I didn’t know how you’d react”

“You’re gonna have to make that year up”

“I intend to,”

[zephyrine-gale]

i love jacob's combo of perpetually sleepy + big snake

[johnlockdynamic]

[machonnes]

JACOB ANDERSON and ERIC BOGOSIAN Interview With the Vampire | PaleyFest Fall TV Previews 2022 (x)

[hansensgirl]

𖦹 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (𝟐)

summary. — THE LAWFUL ZOMBIE — after learning your best friend lost his virginity a long time ago, you decide to give yours to the sweet Mr. Barber.

pairings. — dark!neighbour!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. — DUBCON, age gap, taking advantage, smut, Mr. Barber kink, virginity loss, major lack of prep, clit rubbing, pussy spanking (once), kinda sadist!Andy, meanish!andy, degradation, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, pet names (princess), size kink (cock), come marking, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial/edging (once), corruption kink, innocence kink, dacryphilia, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — ~2.7k

author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

Mr. Barber is the ideal neighbour—the blueprint for them all. Every man should be modelled after him—that’s what your mother tells you.

He drives you to and from places, always showing up at the right place and the right time. He helps you out whenever you need assistance, especially when you’re seconds away from crying out of frustration.

He babysits you when Ari is out of town and your mom is at work. He waters the plants and gives you advice.

Mr. Barber never asks for anything in return. Not money, not favours—nothing. But he just wants you to be honest with him. That’s all. He’s not asking for much.

It’s a cloudy Friday afternoon, and for some reason, Mr. Barber wants to have a chat with you. He pulls you into his home and gives you a glass of lemonade when you refuse a beer—calling you a good girl before he hands you the sweet and sour drink.

But it goes untouched after he clears his throat and sits down next to you with a scary, serious look on his face. “Princess, I need to talk to you about something,” he solemnly starts, folding his left leg onto his right knee and stretching his left arm onto the back of the couch.

“O– Of course. I mean, that’s why you called me here, right?” you smile nervously, and he returns it. “Exactly—You’re always such a smart girl, princess,” Andy coos, his other hand rubbing up and down his thigh. It carefully inches closer to his crotch, where his engorged cock is hidden under his jeans and boxers. 

“It’s nothing bad, okay? You just can’t tell anyone about this. Do you promise?” he questions, and you immediately nod your head. You take promises very seriously. “Good girl… I just have a few questions for you. You gotta answer them honestly, princess,” Andy tells you, tilting his chin downwards and raising his eyebrows.

You nod your head. “Because if you lie, I’ll know, and I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand, princess?” the older man warns, and you let out a puff. “Y– Yes. I understand, Mr. Barber,” you eventually concede. 

He smiles at you, but his jaw clenches first. 

“First question. Have you ever kissed anyone on the lips?” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows. The question is iffy to you, but then you realise that he’s just caring for you. “Uhm… Stevie and I did it once, but he said that it’s good when friends do it ‘cause friends wouldn’t hurt you!” you explain.

Andy slowly nods his head, bending his fingers to stroke his palm before scrubbing the same hand over his beard. “He’s right, princess… Second question, have you ever touched yourself, baby?” he inquires, gaze dropping down to your bare thighs.

“Uhm, I don’t think I understand, Mr. Barber,” you giggle lightly. “Aren’t we always touching ourselves? I mean, right now, you’re touching yourself!” you point out, and Andy quickly jerks his hand away from his crotch-area. 

He grins, “You’re right, princess. I meant something else, but we can talk about it another time. Has anyone ever touched you intimately?” he prods further, trying to really confirm your absolute innocence without being too straightforward. “Uhm… Well, Stevie likes to touch me a lot, but I think that’s just his love language, y’know?”

The older man nods his head. “And Daddy likes to touch me, too. Same thing with Mr. Hansen! They give me massages—especially Mr. Hansen, since I’m always stretching at work,” you say, and Andy scans your face and words for something—anything. But he finds no teasing and innuendos. Nothing.

In his mind, he calls you the sweetest baby in the whole world. A good girl who needs to be hidden from others—except those who clearly have gotten to you before he has. 

“Uh-huh… Do you touch them, princess?” he asks, ready to fight back that big, ugly green monster. “Yeah! I give them hugs since they’re always so nice to me. Like how I give you hugs, Mr. Barber,” you describe, and he’s calmer than he was before you answered. “Good girl.”

“Ah, thank you… See? You’re always so kind to me, so I return that—or, well, try to—with a hug,” you continue, and Andy hums at your words. “One more question. Are you a virgin, princess?”

It hangs in the air, and the older man watches as you shy away. “Uhm…Okay, here’s the thing. I– I don’t really know what that is?�� you start, millions of emotions taking you over. “B– But I know Stevie isn’t one, and I wanna be just like Stevie!”

Your desperation makes Andy’s cock throb. It makes for an opportune moment for him, and he plans on taking advantage of it.

“Really, huh?” You nod your head and fiddle with your fingers. “Well, how about I help you, princess?” he offers, making a bold move and placing a hand on your thigh. Andy’s fingertips reach further down to your inner thighs, and the realisation of what’s about to happen is exhilarating to your neighbour. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he smiles, “I can help you be just like your friend,” he explains, squeezing your thigh. You giggle and lace your fingers together. “Really?” you exclaim, pure shock and excitement written all over your face. “Really.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Barber!” you cheer, reaching over and giving him a hug. Your tits press against his chest, and Andy’s hands immediately land right above your ass. “You’re welcome, sweetie. But you have to promise me something, okay?” he says, and you pull away. 

He cups your face and makes you look at him. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone—absolutely nobody,” he demands, and you immediately nod your head. Good girl. “I promise, Mr. Barber. I won’t tell anyone… But can I tell Stevie that I lost my v…?” you trail off, shy to say the word.

“Virginity,” Andy finishes for you. “You can, but you can’t tell him I helped you. It’s just between the two of us,” he whispers, and you squeal a tiny bit. 

The older man almost feels bad for the ways he’s going to ruin you. He’s had your step father tell him repeatedly to go easy on the women who leave his house limping and sobbing. He has—now using his fist and your panties to relieve himself.  

Andy shifts his hold to your waist, and he uses it to move you into his desired position. You’re put on your back with him kneeling between your legs. Your left one is hoisted onto the back of the couch, and he uses his right hand to push the other one down to your chest.

The posture is odd, nearly painful with the stretch that you aren’t entirely familiar with. Mr. Hansen has been so busy as of late that he hasn’t been able to stretch you out when you arrive at work. The lack of daily preparation has clearly taken a toll on your body.

Your neighbour flips your skirt up and you furrow your eyebrows, opening your mouth to say something but you’re cut off by a gasp that’s yours. Your mind only registers what’s happened when Andy shushes you.

Your panties are in tatters, slightly damp and torn from your body. “W– Wait, Mr. Barber–” you behind, trying to sit up but he just pushes you down. “Calm down, princess. This is how I do things… Don’t you want me to help you out?” he questions, pausing his movements even though he wants to just shove his cock in your tight cunt.

“Uh-huh! ‘M scared, though…” you admit, folding an arm across your face. “Don’t be, baby. All I’m gonna do is stuff my cock in your pussy,” Andy smiles, reaching his fingers down to swipe your folds. 

He gathers some of your wetness and uses it to rub your clit until your fuckhole starts to cry for him. “S– So tingly…” you whisper, subconsciously gyrating your hips and grinding against his hand. Andy curses under his breath at your words, cock unbearably hard that it almost hurts.

Maybe he should take his time with you and open you up—get you all stretched out on his tongue and fingers. He really should—but he doesn’t find any patience in him to do so.

Andy pulls his hand away just a bit when he deems you’re wet enough, and he lands a sharp smack on your clit. You yelp loudly and try to close your legs, bottom lip wobbling and tears already forming in your eyes.

The sensation left behind treads between pain and pleasure, leaning more towards the latter. You’re not sure what to think of it, though, hurt at the thought of Mr. Barber hitting you. He forces your legs back open and hurriedly unzips his fly, making quick work in pulling his cock out of its confines. “O– Oh, is that your thingy, Mr. Barber?” you question, eyeing his dick in confusion.

Other women have had similar looks on their faces—his size is simply intimidating.

“Mhm. It’s my cock, baby. But you’re a little girl, so you’re not allowed to say that, okay?” Andy tells you, and you obediently nod your head. You flinch when he slaps the tip against your swollen nub. “So sensitive…” he notes.

The older man raises a hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm, bringing it back down to his cock. He strokes himself, using the saliva as lubricant before he lines up with your fuckhole.

Slowly, he pushes in and watches as your face contorts in pain. Andy stretches you out, filling you up to the hilt and ignoring you when you flail around, trying to soothe yourself from the intrusion. It’s incredibly uncomfortable—unlike anything you’ve felt before.

When Steve put his fingers inside you (he said it would make him happy), it wasn’t so bad. 

But Andy’s massive length practically splits you in half, and you wail from the frightening feeling. 

“Shhh… Shhh… It’s okay, princess,” he shushes you, watching as your tiny cunt is forced to take his thickness. “What a perfect little cunt.”

“Andy, it feels weird…” you tell him as he bottoms out. “No, no. You were being such a good girl for me, baby. Why don’t you keep it that way and call me Mr. Barber?” Andy not-so subtly demands. His face flushes pink, sweat creating a subtle sheen on his skin.

“Okay, Mr. Barber,” you whimper out, eyes squeezing shut when he grinds into you, getting you further adjusted to his dick. “Yes, that’s it, such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, princess,” he whispers, licking the pad of his thumb and bringing it to your clit.

The lawyer rubs your nub and relishes in your breathy whines, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. At first, he tries to keep it nice and gentle—but your cunt is just so sweet that Andy can’t hold back. He even pictures the hole leaking with his cum that’s mixed with blood.

The mental image has him grunting, picking up the pace and roughness of his motions. He moves quicker and sharper, fucking you relentlessly and cooing as tears spill down your face. “Awe, lookatcha. Crying ‘cause of my cock like you weren’t begging for it. Don’t be like that, princess.”

His words punctuate each push and pull of his hips. “Poor little thing, getting absolutely wrecked, hm? This is how naughty sluts like you get treated, baby,” Andy whispers, his cock grazing your g-spot and punching at your cervix. 

With the way the older man is fucking you, it’s like he’s claiming you. You dig your nails into whatever they catch, and find yourself crying out of pleasure more than in pain. The excruciating feeling from before has ebbed away and turned into that pressure you felt when Stevie put the toy against your pussy.

Short hairs tickle your chest as Andy bends over and presses messy kisses on your skin. He nips at your tits gently, and you giggle from the ticklish sensation that his beard causes.

“Can’t wait to rub those pretty thighs raw, princess. I’ll have you limping for days—and maybe then I can keep you on my cock all the damn time,” he murmurs, pounding into you and nudging you towards your first orgasm on his cock. “Mr. Barber? It feels funny.”

Andy’s cock throbs at your words. He raises back up and resumes his ministrations on your clit. 

“Aw, does it? It’s okay, baby,” he reassures, pummeling into your cunt with more vigour. He just knows that you’re absolutely angelic when you come undone. “Just let it happen. I got ya.”

Intensity grows inside of you, lighting your nerves on fire as you find yourself feeling a similar sensation from when you were cheering Steve up. Suddenly, a band inside you snaps and you’re making a wet mess around Mr. Barber cock.

“There you go. Atta girl,” he grins, looking down to see your cunt gushing all over him. His jaw clenches as he curses at the sight. “So good—what a good girl,” Andy hums, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

You thrash underneath him, unable to handle the attention your pussy is receiving. It’s almost as overwhelming as the vibrations the pink toy had. “Stay still, princess. Don’t make Mr. Barber upset, now, or else I’ll have to tell your Daddy that you’re misbehaving.”

His threat makes you immediately apologise, though your words are mildly garbled and full of pants. “That’s it. Good girl. Gosh, you’re a perfect little fucktoy, baby,” Andy murmurs, eager to bring you to another release. And he does so. 

Your clit pulsates under his touch, luckily protected from its hood otherwise it’d be rubbed until it hurt. Your sweet spot is repeatedly strokes with each skillful thrust that Andy delivers. In a few more moments, your jaw drops in a silent scream and your walls tighten around the older man’s thickness. 

“Yes, gimme that cream, princess,” Andy encourages, admiring the way his cock has been stained with your arousal. You do as he says for the second time, your abused cunt giving him your all. “Look at you, pretty girl. A crying mess on my cock. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He forcefully nods your head for you, and through the muddled mess of your mind, you pick up two words. Pretty girl. They make you smile, and the look on your face is one of the hottest things Andy’s ever seen.

It makes it harder for him to stave off his release any longer, especially when he sees your tears pouring out of pleasure—not pain. “Say you want more, princess,” Andy demands, wanting to play out at least one of his fantasies.

“I– I want more, Mr. Barber,” you tell him, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Really? Greedy little slut. Tell me you want my cum—right inside your pussy,” he orders. “W– Want your cum in my p– pussy, Mr. Barber.”

You’re such a good girl, it makes Andy want to keep you for himself. 

“Uh-huh? I don’t think you deserve it, baby,” Andy tells you. “You’re too much of a whore—goin’ around and lettin’ everyone fondle you—and even gettin’ fucked by your neighbour.” 

He won’t elaborate on the everyone bit, but he will always make you aware of how dirty you are.

The way your face scrunches up lets him know you’re nearing a third orgasm, and he turns mean. It’s like his mouth curls into a snarl and his nose scrunches up, but not in the cute way yours does. 

When his balls tighten and he nears the precipice, Andy suddenly pulls out of your cunt. Your wetness makes his movements easier, but his largess still struggles to leave your pussy in one swift motion. A bit of blood follows, but it’s nothing he’ll let you worry about.

You writhe underneath the older man as you’re denied your third orgasm, gaping cunt clenching and unclenching repeatedly as your clit throbs immediately. Andy gives his cock a few strokes with his dominant hand, hissing and groaning when he hits his peak and marks you with his cum.

“Now, say, thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Th– Thank you, Mr. Barber.” 

[jadedvibes]

to be his wife 🥰

Mrs. Barber

Oh what a dream ♡ Let's imagine what it'd be like if after leaving his ex he met a lawyer that was his ideal match.

Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, fluff, possessive!andy sprinkled in.

Word Count: 825

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From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.

Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.  

Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.

He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past. 

Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible. 

Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen. 

“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight. 

“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door. 

He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you. 

Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that. 

“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him. 

The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense. 

Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough. 

His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that. 

Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife. 

Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often. 

And now that Andy loves you, he can never stop. Because you’re his better half, his gorgeous and amazing wife, his Mrs. Barber.

[imthe1wthewickedcurveball]

[fucklestat]

[copepods]

s’mores, anyone?

[id: a drawing of the cast of the dream smp, having a campfire in a field. around the campfire, skeppy is eating a marshmallow, michael is having a s’more, connor is attempting to eat a massive s’more with a dozen marshmallows stacked inside, eret is roasting a marshmallow, techno is roasting dozens of marshmallows at once stacked on his sticks, george is asleep, aimsey is watching the fire, and fundy is yelping as his marshmallow catches flame. next to the fire, charlie is eating a s’more with several s’more remains visible inside his torso as quackity watches in horror, and sapnap is heating a marshmallow with fire shooting from his finger as eryn and karl cheer him on. behind them, tommy is stuffing marshmallows in tubbo’s mouth as ranboo, holding michael, watches in disgust. farther up the field, hannah, boomer, and tina are sitting in a circle chatting, and michelle is chasing yogurt around, tripping antfrost and making him drop his s’more. niki is at a table with more food supplies, chatting with jack and hbomb. bad is refilling a bowl of marshmallows, and puffy is leaning against the table eating a s’more. wilbur stands next to them, and leans in to surreptitiously steal a chocolate bar. next to him, phil is sitting down and attempting to guard his s’more from several crows gathered around him. behind them, foolish is introducing finley and foolish jr. to ponk and seapeekay. purpled and punz are sitting against some trees chatting, callahan is gathering more sticks for the fire, and sam is sitting alone eating a s’more. end id]

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