#or of them missing the opportunity to meet me

[theoccultz]

Hello guys (:

So I'm finally free from my work

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[fashionteahouse]

Part 2 of wanted up pls. Does reader keep her distance? Does Paul regret rejecting her? If she were to come back would the pack accept her? Would the reader even talk to Paul if she saw him again?

sure, okay ! hope you enjoy :)

wanted u - reader x paul

AN: part 1 for context :)

“What happened?” your friends ask you.

“Nothing. Just a change of plans.” you tell them.

For the rest of your break that you spent in La Push, your mind kept drifting back to Seth and Embry but most of all, Paul.

It felt like a part of you was missing. Your friends noticed the difference in your enthusiasm to do things from when you first arrived.

They kept checking in on you but you kept telling them that it was nothing. They took your word for it even though they didn’t want to.

When it was time to leave, you packed slowly. You felt envious that your friends were talking about how good of a time they had.

You couldn’t get back to your normal life. The time was dragging slow and you started to feel a certain type of pain in your chest.

You tried dating for the time being. None of the guys enchanted you as much as Paul did. You soon found yourself trying to scout guys who acted similar, none of them even came close to looking similar.

A friend of yours was surprised when summer break was rearing its head and you turned the opportunity to go back to La Push.

“What about those guys? Don’t you want to see at least one of them?” they ask.

You shrug, “It didn’t really work out.”

“What?” they asked in surprise.

You look at them to show them that you’re serious.

“Well at least come, we get to stay longer. Just meet some new people.” they said.

“I don’t want to.” you say in defeat.

“Please?” they beg. The look on their face made you sigh in somewhat of annoyance. They really wanted to go and you didn’t want to let them down.

They counted down the days and you weren’t excited. You were just going to keep yourself.

The beach was still sunny and beautiful. You and your friend were able to rent out a different cabin but in the same area.

While your friend linked up with their beau, you linked up with the city. Your feet walked the streets of Port Angeles, still trying to make the most of it.

That’s when you saw him. His arm was wrapped around another girl. She was pretty. He whispered things in her ear to make her blush and laugh. You felt a wave of both envy and jealousy and you decide to turn your head to not let your face show in case he looked up.

You decide to walk into a movie theater, wanting to forget that you were already regretting coming back.

The movie you wanted to see didn’t start for another 30 minutes, so you sat on a bench, idling on your phone.

Paul was being tugged into the movie theater. He felt a bit annoyed. The movie she wanted to see was not up his alley.

As the girl asked for two tickets, his eyes wandered and saw you sitting on the bench just staring at a spot on the floor. He wanted to walk over and ask what you were doing there, but the memories of you stringing him and his pack brothers along brought emotions back to surface.

“What’s wrong?” the girl asked as she placed a piece of popcorn in your mouth.

“Nothing.” he says.

He watched as you walked into another movie, and he felt a small wave of disappointment.

The girl whispered his ear off.

“What was the point of dragging me in here if you’re going to talk the entire time?” he thought to himself.

You enjoyed the movie that you were watching. You weren’t the type to go to things by yourself, but you felt like this wasn’t that bad. You enjoyed yourself as you watched the plot in the theater.

“I have to use the bathroom.” Paul says as everyone filed into the main lobby.

When he came out, he found you and the girl he came with talking with one another.

The girl had complimented what you had on, you tell her how pretty she is.

“I wish I would’ve seen that.” the girl says, the girl regretting her decision as you explained what movie you saw.

When you saw Paul walking towards to you both, you say a quick goodbye and walk the other way. You didn’t have it in you to deal with drama.

You tossed and turned that night. You couldn’t sleep comfortably as Paul’s face kept popping up in your head as you tried to close your eyes.

You and your friend spent the day at the beach. You let her talk about the date they had while you spent your time at the movie theaters.

“Oh my god, isn’t he the guy you liked the most?” they ask and point. You follow the point and see Paul, shirtless, on the beach as well.

You turn your head away, “Shit.” you whisper.

“You should call him over.” they suggest.

“No!” you say and they are stunned, “Why?”

“Because!” you say and go further into the water.

An entire month passed. So far, you had ducked Paul twice but you felt funny everytime you did. You so badly wanted to talk to him or just stand close to him, but his face reminded you too much of what happened.

It was dark as you walked down an alley way with your new bought book. You always took this shortcut to avoid the long way.

You walked past two guys who were hooting and hollering. You ignored them. They didn’t like it too much.

Paul made his way to the bar as always. None of the girls he picked up, kept his interest for too long. He felt frustrated. Every second annoyed him. He felt even annoyed that he could easily point out their flaws because they weren’t you. He was sure that he wanted nothing to do with you, but he found himself comparing you with the girls who was spending the night with.

He heard screaming as he walked past the alley. A man snatched the book out of your hand and threw it. The other man pulled at your shirt and you tried your best to pry his hands off.

It was too fast, you didn’t see him. The guy was tugging at you was laid out on the ground in front of you. You were shaking and traumatized.

“Are you alright?” Paul asks you and you turn around, to see the other man, knocked out on the ground.

“Yeah. Thanks.” you say and try to find the book that was thrown.

Paul tapped you and held it out.

You take it back and give him your thanks again.

“I can..Take you to where you are headed.” he offers as you try to leave again.

“I’m good. I’m okay.” you say.

You start to walk. You noticed that the footsteps are loud. You pause and realize that Paul was walking with you anyway.

“I appreciate your help but I’m fine. Really.” you tell him.

He doesn’t do anything but look at you. It made you feel squeamish.

“Look, I’m doing what I was asked. Okay? I’m staying away.” you say and turn but a hand catches you.

He sighs before speaking, “Can we just…At least talk?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was wrong. I’m sorry again.” you say.

“Did you at least know? Did you know that they were my friends?” he asks in a bit of desperation because you were trying to leave again.

“No. I didn’t know. I was just having fun and…” you say and look down, “I was a bit impatient and was just happy that handsome men were giving me the attention I was looking for. I liked you alot and I meant everything I said when it came to you. There’s nothing I can do to take it back but I would love to go back in time to redo things differently.”

Paul stands there and takes it all in. It was sincere and it came from the heart.

“How long are you going to be here?” he asks.

“I’m leaving next month. I’m only spending the summer here and I promise you won’t see me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you say with a laugh.

“I was a bit too harsh. I didn’t get to hear your side of things and just went off the thought of you bouncing around from guy to guy.” he says.

“You weren’t harsh. Your reaction was valid.” you tell him, “I regret it everyday. I can’t even go to sleep without seeing your face.” you admit.

“Me either.” he quietly says and this takes you by surprise. You had no words.

He walks you back to your cabin. He was at least glad it wasn’t the same one from before.

“You don’t have to keep avoiding me, you know.” he says outside of the door.

You nod.

“I will come past in the morning.” he says.

You nod.

He watches as you wave bye to him and enter the cabin where your friend was sleeping.

For the first time in a long time, you slept well.

He kept his word. You both walked along the beach, you crossed your arms as you watch some seagulls fly by.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

“I slept good. It’s been..A while.” you admit.

He nods as he says, “Same here.”

You give him a surprised look.

“The imprint doesn’t just affect you. It affects me too.”

“But, I rejected it.” You say.

“You didn’t mean it.” he points out.

“So, it will only separate us if you genuinely mean to not accept it?” you ask.

He confirms and then goes on to say, “We should take it slow. Not jump to things so fast.”

“What are you saying?” you ask.

“I’m saying, I still want to see you. We can go slow. If you want.” he says.

You look into the distance. Sure, you wanted to agree, but his friends is what you’re worried about.

“Do you..Want to?” Paul asks.

“I don’t know, Paul. To be honest, your friends are what I’m worried about. I would never be in their good graces. Then, I don’t want them to think I’m screwing you over.”

He makes a face, “They won’t bother you. If they do, you can alway just tell me.”

You both spent the day together. It wasn’t anything on a romantic level but it was nice to be in his company.

Your spirits were lifted and you felt like you could have fun again.

As the days went on, slowly but surely, small things began to happen. Soon, the hand holding began. His hand felt very nice in yours.

Dusk began to settle in and he heard your stomach growl a little.

“Hungry?” he teases. You nod sheepishly but still match his humor with a chuckle.

“Come on.” he says.

When the direction of the familiar home came into view, you panicked. He placed a hand on your thigh, “Easy.”

“No, I can’t. Not right now at least.” you say.

“I told you, just stick with me.” he says. He holds your hand tight as he opened the door. You could already hear the loud chatter.

When you both walked in, the chattering stopped as eyes went into your direction.

“Y/N is joining us for dinner.” he says.

“Oh, good!” Emily says with a smile and she sets the cooking mittens down and pulls you in a warm embrace. You felt relaxed in her hug.

“How have you been?” she asks.

You shrug with a smile. Sam says hello to you, still having a specific look in his eye.

Paul steers you further into the home. It felt nice to be here under different circumstances. The others, were not so enthused.

They just stared.

“Dinner won’t be done for a little while. Just get comfortable, Y/N.” Emily says.

You nod with a shy smile and follow Paul into the living room. As you walked past a couch where his pack brother’s were sitting, they were snickering quietly.

Your palms began to sweat as you felt nervous. You swallow and Paul sits you close next to him on the love seat. You were almost sitting on him and his hand was on your stomach.

You look up and Seth is looking at you. What he did next surprised you. He waved a little. You wave back.

You hear a small scoff and your eyes go towards the direction it came from. Embry looks annoyed.

The room carried on, and you let your mind zone out. You didn’t even pay attention to the details of the television.

You sat next to Paul at the dinner table and Jared’s imprint speaks up.

“So um Y/N.” she says. You look to her.

“Are you and Paul a thing now?” she asks.

You shrug and open your mouth to answer but Paul beats you to it, “One step at a time, right?” he says and looks to you for confirmation.

You give it to him as you nod.

“I never thought you would have this much patience, I swear.” Jared speaks out.

“What do you mean by that?” Paul asks.

Jared shrugs with a small grin, “If Kim did what she did…Man.” he says as he shakes his head as he referred to you.

“What are you trying to say? You didn’t even notice Kim until you phased.” Paul says with narrowed eyes. You didn’t know what the word “phase meant.”

“You were too forgiving.” Embry speaks up. His eyes were straight on you.

“And you can go fuck yourself.” Paul says coldly.

“She already did that for me.” Embry says and Paul rises up ready to lunge across the table to take his head off but, Sam dead it and says with such authority, “Both of you. Stop it.”

“Y/N, let’s go.” Paul says.

“Let her stay, Paul. Y/N ignore them.” Seth says quietly. He felt bad. He gives you a small friendly grin.

“Why should she get the grace of ignoring us? We’re in this situation because of her.” Embry says

“Embry just get over it. She’s Paul’s imprint and was going to be with him one way or another. There’s no use in acting like a baby about it.” Seth says feeling a bit annoyed and wants to move on.

“Yes, can we please talk about something else?”Quil says while shaking his head.

“Thank you.” Emily says agreeing.

The rest of the dinner went without snarky remarks. You were thankful and was even more thankful when Paul eventually pulled your hand into his lap.

You offer your help, when it was time to clean up the kitchen.

As Kim wiped the large table from the mess, you wiped down the counters. You felt a bump that almost knocked you off of your feet and you regained balance.

You look to see it was Jacob, who you found out to be.

“Excuse you.” you say.

He doesn’t say anything.

“Jacob don’t be like that.” Kim says. Jacob shrugs and walks out.

“Like Seth said, ignore them.” Kim says and you nod.

You wash the dishes and she dried them off. You both fell into small talk, getting to know each other. You find out that she had a crush on Jared since forever before he imprinted on her.

“What did Paul mean when he said, ‘phase’ ” you say.

“Paul will tell you. Just ask him.” she says, feeling like it wasn’t her place to disclose such information.

You nod as you hear, “Paul shouldn’t tell her shit.”

You ignore the remark, knowing it was Embry.

“Leave her alone.” Kim says, shaking her head at him.

Kim reaches for the broom but you stop her.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it.” you say. Embry reaches to get a cookie that Emily had made earlier. Kim gives you a small smile before exiting and joining the others in the sitting room.

As you were almost done sweeping, you hear crumbles. You gasp and look at Embry. He purposely made a mess on the floor before saying, “Missed a spot.”

You throw the broom down.

You storm into the living room. Paul looks attentively at you and even sits up a little.

“Fuck this. I’m out.” you tel him and turn around. You hear people ask what happened and what’s wrong.

You get down Emily’s outside steps. Two hands stop you and you’re upset that you’re not stronger than them.

“Just tell me what happened.” Paul says trying to calm you down.

“Okay, I get it. I fucked up. I won’t come back over again. Clearly I’m not welcome.” you say.

“What happened.” he asks more sternly. You explain what happened and how it made you feel.

“Do you want to go home with me?” he asks, trying to ease you. He was afraid that if he let you leave back to your cabin, you would never see him again.

The idea sounded great but you were too upset. You slowly shake your head.

“Y/N, please. I promise I will deal with him.” He says. You don’t say anything as angry tears started to form and your arms were crossed to your chest.

He steers your shoulders and say, “Come on.”

He brings you back into the home and you didn’t realize that you left your phone in there. You scoop it up from the counter, from where you had left it.

You seen that the mess was still there and go to clean it up because you felt bad. He stops you. “Mm mm.” he says as he shakes his head.

He goes in the living room, where everyone was still at.

“Embry. Go clean that shit up.” you hear Paul say.

“No.”

“No?” he asks. You would’ve thought Embry was Paul’s rebellious child by the way he asked him.

You then hear a loud noise, followed by gasps.

You watch as Paul’s hand is gripped the nape of Embry’s neck. He wasn’t stronger than Paul. Embry was pushed into the own mess that he made.

“I said..Clean that shit up.” he says with hardness.

You watch as Embry does clean it up. You hated that you felt bad.

You don’t look at the sight for too long as Paul steer you out of the home. Even though his face was showing signs of being pissed off, you still felt safe and protected.

“You didn’t have to do that.” you whisper as he opened the passenger door for you.

“If I didn’t have your back, who would’ve?” he asks, waiting for you to answer back with something. You couldn’t give him an answer.

[admirationandromantics]

Going overboard, 7: Loss

Told you that you would get two chapters tonight! Actually felt so bad about the last chapter, but I promise, none of the others are that short. Personally, this one was the funniest one to write, playing around when Josh is at his worst (I promise I'm a good person), but I like having a bit of freedom with everything yk? Anyways, hope you like it, and get ready for chapter 8 tomorrow <3

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The lights turn on, and Ashley’s crying. Chris is still intact. I let out a breath of relief. 

“No, no, no get away” Ashley shouts. We all move closer, seeing the Psycho walking slowly towards them. Chris aims the gun, shooting him several times. For a minute, I forget about the fake bullets, and my hand covers my mouth to keep me from shouting. Josh laughs. 

“Oh Chris, oh Chris Chris Chris Chris.”

“What the fuck?”

“Oh, you’ve heard of blanks before?” 

“I mean, really?” 

He takes off his mask, revealing himself. 

“Josh?” Chris asks, confused and tired. Ashley keeps blinking, and Sam runs forward, getting her untied. Josh keeps laughing. 

“Josh!” Sam exclaims, probably glad to see that he’s okay. I look down, and can't meet his gaze. This is not the Josh I know. He doesn’t stop laughing. 

“Josh…” Mike says. 

“Oh, oh, very good. Every one of you got my name!”

“And after all you’ve been through! Good, good-good-good. I mean, how does that feel? Right? How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorised, humiliated, panicked? All those feelings my sisters got to feel that night one year ago. Only guess what, they didn’t get to laugh it off, no, no, they’re gone.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Josh, but none of us are laughing” Mike scolds. 

“Oh come-come-come-come-come, why the long faces? Come on. It’s good to get the heart racing every now and then, right? And race they did, I mean, every one of you, just pitter-pat, pitter-pat! I hope you appreciated my little phantasmagorical spectacle! I mean, no detail too small, no opportunity missed.”

I walk over to Chris, getting him untied as well. I notice a camera some paces away. He fucking video-recorded all of it. 

“It was such a delight to play the puppet master to all of you Pavlovian panic. And all that gore! I mean, it was gore galore! Fake bodies, I mean, god that shit was expensive. Oh, and no retakes, only double-takes! Hook, line and sinker for every little stinker!”

“Josh, why are you doing this?” Sam asks. 

“Don’t even ask this squirrelly little runt. He’s got no clue, he’s out of his fucking tree” Mike yells. 

“He’s off his medication” I state. “And he has been for a while.”

“Awe, come on you guys. Revenge is the best medicine!” 

“You’re done!” Mike threatens. 

“Mike, he’s sick” Chris adds. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s gone way overboard, but he’s obviously having some sort of episode” I support, looking down at Chris. 

“What, I do know what I’m doing, you guys are going to thank me when you become internet sensations.”

“What, what?” I exclaim. 

“Oh you bet this is going viral ladies and germs. I mean, we got unrequited love, extreme grief, gore, blood. Oh so much blood! I don’t think there’s enough hard drives in China to count all the views we’re going to get you guys.” Mike shakes his head. 

“What are you talking about, you ass-hat. Jessica is fucking dead!” 

“What?” Everyone turns to Mike. 

“Did you hear me?” he asks, walking slowly towards Josh. “Jessica is dead, and you’re going to fucking pay you dick!” he shouts as he hits him in the head, making him fall to the ground, eyes closed, and not getting up. 

“What the hell Mike!” I yell. 

“You stay fucking out of this!” he shouts back, pointing at me. “This fucker is going to pay, you hear me!”

I don’t say anything else. If he really did kill Jessica, then we can’t do anything else about it. We all make it upstairs, Chris has tied his hands, and I hurt just looking at him. I have to keep reminding myself that this is for everyone’s safety. 

“What are we going to do?” Sam asks. 

“Emily and Matt went to the radio tower for help” I say. 

“When?” 

“After this freak faked his own death” Chris adds. 

“And they haven’t come back yet?”

Shit. During everything, I had forgotten about them. 

“Well, one thing is for sure, this guy is not staying here” Mike states. 

“So where should we take him?”

“The shed?” I ask. If he had a whole set-up there, it might be livable for a night. 

“Okay, you coming?” Mike asks. I nod in reply. 

“I’ll come too” Chris adds. 

“We’ll wait here for Em and Matt” Ashley states. 

***

We take Josh outside, the guys being harsh and brutal. I just look down, not facing either of them. As long as they don’t really physically hurt him. 

“Guys, come on, seriously, this is crazy you know” Josh says, refusing to keep going. 

“Shut up man, the only crazy here is you”

He looks over at me, pleading. “Come on, you love me, you care about me, you wouldn’t do this”

“Just till the morning, Josh, so we can get you some help.” Mike keeps pushing him, eventually leading him to losing his balance and falling. I grab hold of his arm, lifting him up again. But right when he’s on his feet again, he tries to run back to the lodge, causing Mike to shove him again. 

“Good God” I whisper. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Locking you up, bro” Mike snarls. “So you can’t do anything stupid before we call the police in the morning”

“Come on, I didn’t do anything-”

“Are you serious?” Chris interrupts. 

“You’re a goddamned murderer, is what you are” Mike interjects. 

“I didn’t do it. Michael please, just listen to me man. I did not hurt Jessica.”

“Guys, we don’t know anything for sure” I add. 

“Listen to her, she’s saying I didn’t do it”

“Josh, we don’t know anything, just keep silent till tomorrow, please” I plead. 

He stays silent for a while, making it easier to get him to the shed. 

“You’re just seeing what you want to see. You’re blind!” Josh yells. 

“Stop talking!” Mike shoots back, throwing him down. 

“Mike…” I yell, and Chris immediately follows. “Dude, chill”

Mike gets over him, holding him in place. 

“It’s not my fault you suckers can’t take a joke”

Mike twists his hands, making Josh give a small whimper. “Oh, wait, did I hurt you? Did you just feel a little bit of pain?”

“Mike” I threaten. There’s no use acting like this when he’s obviously not in the right state of mind. 

“Oh, I’m so soooo sorry” Mike continues taunting. Josh continues to shout, telling him to stop. Chris looks away, unsure about how to handle the situation. 

“Mike stop it” I tell him, and he forces Josh up on his legs again. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that something happened to Jessica, but it wasn’t me, I swear I don’t know what happened” Josh explains. Something feels wrong, but I can’t wrap my head around it. When it happened, what was Josh doing? Chris finally interjects. 

“Josh, do you really expect us to trust you after everything you’ve put us through?” 

He starts laughing, maniacally. I can’t face him, can’t see him like this. 

“Can’t we all just get along?” he asks in a child-like manner. Mike grabs him, and I don’t know what else he’s doing but it makes Josh scream. “We’re not dicking around.” Mike starts pushing him into the shed. 

“This was not how it was supposed to go down, this was not, just not…” Josh continues rambling. 

“You’re just a bunch of bullies! You can’t hang me out to dry like this!” 

I sigh, tired and exhausted, like I’ve been all night. Josh keeps yelling, Mike pushing, and Chris seems completely shattered. He’d lost his friend too many times today. 

“Not like you got the guts to do anything about it, huh?” Josh continues, pining Mike. 

“Ohh, you’re the biggest coward there is” Chris chimes in. 

“Uh huh? I did something! I made you believe in a world that I created, and I showed you parts of yourself you were too afraid to visit!”

“Would you shut up Josh!” I yell, everyone looking at me with surprise. “You tricked us, you manipulated all of us, your friends, me… And you did all of this while hiding behind some screens in a basement with a mask. Don’t you understand how fucked up this is?” My voice cracks, and I can’t help it. Anger, annoyance, betrayal. I was there, I could’ve helped him, he kissed me. He distracted me in the worst way possible just to shut me out yet again. 

Mike turns back, taking hold of him and forcing him on a chair beside a pole. Josh continues grunting in protest, shouting at us. Both the guys tie the rope around, having to hold him down while doing it. 

“Can’t tie him up if he just wiggles around!”

“Josh”

“Give me a little wiggle room!” His eyes are nothing like what they usually are. It seems like some type of spark has left them, which is now filled with a dark fog. 

“Plastic ties, way more good for hostage situations…” Josh mumbles. 

“What the hell is going on with him?” Mike asks. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him like this before” I answer. 

“It’s so difficult to see him like this” Chris adds. 

“Ashley’s a dumb dumb…” Chris turns to him, asking what the hell he’s talking about. 

“Well, I said you’re a dummy dummy!” 

“Chris don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he’s saying” I plead. Josh starts making kissing sounds, teasing and pining Chris. 

“You know what that sound is? It’s the sound of never kissing Ashley you pussy!” 

“Stop!” Chris grabs a plank, already holding it in the air. 

“Josh, please”

“You know, you might as well let Ashley sleep with Mike.” I look over at Mike, and he’s already looking around confused, unsure about the circumstances of the whole conversation and how it led back to him. I shake my head to him, urging him to stay out of the whole thing and don’t contribute to the fire. 

“I mean, at least he has some notches in his belt. He’ll treat her right!” Josh shouts as he’s humping the air. 

“You’re fucking pathetic Christopher!”

“I’m going to beat his fucking head off!” Chris shouts. I quickly grab the plank, dragging it out of his hands. 

“Don’t listen to him, man, it’s not worth it” Mike tells him, hand on his shoulder. Josh shifts his target, looking over at Mike and starts repeating his name. 

“What is it Josh?”

“What happened with Jess, Mike?”

“You know what happened” 

“No, no I don’t. I’ve got a problem Mike-”

“No shit Sherlock” Chris whispers. Josh continues. 

“I don’t remember killing Jess…”

“Christ”

“I mean, like, I feel like I would remember killing her, you know? She’s so soft… And she’s probably got like, a really tight bod”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Mike screams, aiming the pistol at him. 

“Woah, woah, woah, Mike” I carefully thread. “Put the pistol down.” He lowers it, staring at him with contempt. 

“Josh, will you please just shut up?” I urge him, trying to persuade him. 

“Only if you give me a little show.” My annoyance and anger cover the slight missing of him. 

“You know…” he starts. 

“You were a fucking obstacle in my whole thought-out plan” 

“I mean, some of the thrill of it is being a bit spontaneous, right? And the only way I manage to get you out of my way was to literally fuck you senseless!”

I take a deep breath, this isn’t him, he would never say stuff like this. The other guys look surprisingly my way, Chris waving his arms in an awkward manner, not knowing what to do. 

“And like, fucking we did! And when you figured it aaaaall out? There was no other thought that came to mind than to get you down and going and on and on and on…” he keeps chanting, and I lift the plank in the air and hit him. Hard. 

“Shit, why the hell did you do that?” Chris asks. Mike just shakes his head, glad that the continuous mumbling is gone. Josh is knocked out, and Chris’s immediate reaction was to check for a pulse. 

“I didn’t fucking kill him” I scold, but he just gives me a dirty look. 

“You guys go back to the lodge, I’ll stay here” Mike offers. I shake my head. 

“No worries, I’ll stay here with you. Maybe he’ll wake up in a better state of mind, and if he does, I need to apologise.”

“I’m going to leave him with the guy who pointed a gun to his head and the girl who knocked him out?” Chris asks, and we both nod. 

“Fine, just don’t hurt him again, please?” he says as he makes his way outside, walking back to the lodge.

[brittle-doughie]

Slight Detour (Grand Cookie Games)

———————————————————————

[Phone Booth, Parfaedia]

“Yeah, I might come back to the kingdom a little later then expected, Dumpling Cookie.”

“What? Are the cookies at the Flower City becoming an issue?”

“What? No! No no, I parted from there on good terms, it’s just…the airship had to take a quick stop at Parfaedia, one thing led to another and I got to meet some old pals.”

“Old pals? Old pals…Parfaedia…oh, you mean those three cookies you met during the Triple Cone Cup tournament…”

“Yeah. Prune Juice Cookie, Capsaicin Cookie, and Kouign-Amann Cookie. We were catching up when they brought to my attention another tournament, the Grand Cookie Games.”

“And you’re intent on going there?”

“Well…”

You looked back to see the three cookies standing a little bit away from the phone booth, looking on at you from anticipation. They backed off a bit and looked in random directions innocently when you catch them.

“I don’t think I could miss an opportunity to relive some fun with them, just like old times. Besides, erm, it would help in framing my mind off…matters.”

“I will make a note of that…I’ll have to bring this up with Salsa too. You’re lucky Crowned is visiting family, she’d hunt you down if she heard you were there…”

“Hehe, yeah. Thank you, Dumpling…”

“Just…be careful, ‘kay?”

“I will, don’t worry…”

You hang up the phone and stepped out.

“Hey, uh. Did it all go out well, buddy?”

“If there are problems, that’s ok. We can understand if you’re a little too busy for the games.”

“Though, it would be great if you were able to go with us! We can be on the same team again!”

Well, they were in luck, because you cleared up enough time in your schedule to go with them!

“Ha ha! I knew it! This is going to be awesome!”

“Not like I predicted you’d say yes, but really, how can you when you’re looking at moi.”

“Then why wait! Let’s go!”

———————————————————————

Ok, there was a lot more familiar faces at this tournament than you expected!

“Oooh! Is that Y/N Cookie over there? That’s, like, totes amazing!”

“Ha! I expected them to have the strength to come here! I’m counting on a match with them!”

“I wasn’t! Goodness, I knew I should’ve done up my hair more today!”

“Is that Y/N Cookie I’m seeing over there! Woo, I’m feeling all kinds of amped today, baby!”

“Oh, they’re here. That’s…that’s fine.”

“Black Lemonade Cookie, I know you’re as excited to see them here as much as we do!”

“I’m..not denying that.”

“Y/N Cookie? I wasn’t expecting ya to be around these parts. If so, I won’t be goin’ easy on ya, so give it your shot!”

“Ah, Y/N Cookie. You’ve showed up just in time for me to brainstorm up a new novel. The romance between the protagonist and their love is just getting started!”

“Have you come for the coins too, Y/N Cookie? I won’t be giving up on them so easily, I must make sure that no Cookie in the world goes hungry!”

“Y/N Cookie is hereeee. Maybe they’d like a shroomie!”

“AHAHAHA! Did they come to see us squash these bugs!”

“Maybe by winning these games, we can finally convert them over to our side! All without Pomegranate Cookie around to ruin it!”

The CoD were here? Again? Man, you were getting tired of handling these guys-on second thought, you prefer them over those horrid Beast Cookies at this rate.

“So you’re Y/N Cookie?”

Huh? You turned around to see..

This..Cookie that you’ve never met before.

“Yeah..that’s me.”

“Oooh! I detect something FASCINATING about you! Care to share?”

“I…don’t know you?”

“Not sharing? I’ll just have to MAKE YOU!”

Without warning, this cookie fired her blaster hands at you, to which you quickly dodged and leaped out of their way!

“Hey! What’s your problem?!”

“I have collected data on you from other cookies. It is incomplete, so I want EVERYTHING on you to complete my data!”

“That’s not a thing that’s happening.”

“Then we’ll make this quick.”

“Aha!”

You turned around just in time to block a hit with your sword, your opponent was another unfamiliar cookie that wielded a large knife.

“As long as I carry this blade, I must win, but handling you is my second top priority. I want to see if you’re capable of looking into the darkness.”

“I’ve looked into it and it was the one that blinked!”

You pushed her off and steadied your blade. These games just got a little bit interesting for you now!

[ir-abelas-vhenan]

Do I expect the writers to have given us an abundance of codex entries from a romanced inquisitor to fill in the gaps Veilguard created? No, of course not. There are too many possibilities out there for them to further confine canon to just one iteration of Lavellan.

Am I going to write several of them to feel personal fulfillment anyway? The horrors (passion for this love story) never cease, and therefore neither can I, so yes. Yes I am.

I'm sure when I have all of them I'll include them all together as another entry to my "blurbs I'm writing to maintain my sanity" pile, but for now, this will have to do.

Solas,

Is that still what I’m supposed to call you? The reports we’re getting show startling numbers. More elves disappear in the dead of the night to pledge themselves to the Dread Wolf’s cause than we can keep track of. I hope that if they find you, they cannot tell that their beacon, the hope to which they cling with enough desperation to leave all they have ever known, sees them as a mistake to be remedied. 

More than that, I admit, I hope that you have stopped believing it. If…

*The writing peters off here, followed by a new color that looks only a little newer than its preceding one.*

If you meant what you said, if what we had was real, then I must ask you to look at every elf that shares my hair color, the atrocious snort that follows a laugh I was not expecting, or my passion to learn from you, and see that you cannot find me real without finding them real. The Dalish have not always been kind to you, and you did not get a fair chance to meet elves from the city while the world withered around us. But in these few years of relative peace you have fought to give us, could it hurt to take the time to learn the hearts of those who would follow you without even being asked?

In my own greedy way, I would love to let you think the only rare and marvelous spirit to be found is mine. But to pretend it's a universal truth instead of the result of a missed opportunity to get to know this new world you awoke to is a luxury I cannot afford. I confess, however, that I would not mind if mine remains a spirit that is rare by virtue of being wholly and completely yours.

If it cannot be done for my sake, perhaps you could be persuaded to do it for your own. It is a solitary path you have chosen. Even now, I cannot bear the thought of leaves crunching beneath your feet and no one being there to hear you remark on how fall has come earlier this year, how you once met a spirit of curiosity who asked you to gather leaves into a pile so that it might rush in and burst out, disrupting them, only for you to do so over and over again until it was satisfied. I hope you will change your mind, I hope you are not hiding the best parts of yourself from those desperate to know you. Most of all, I pray you are never again alone. 

They’re having trouble finding a satisfactory replacement for my arm. Thom was able to fashion something from his stash of whittling wood, but I’ve had to enlist Dagna. I know the Inquisition is in the process of being dismantled. I loathe that I have asked her to stay when she has her own studies to return to. But if I am ever to convince you to return home, I suppose I must practice what I beg of you and permit others to help me. Worse, I must be brave enough to request that help in the first place. 

I have sat with this letter, left it, and returned several times across the span of weeks, and I still am not sure what name I should grant you. Regardless, it does not change how I must sign off if these words are to be honest ones.

Ar lath ma, *a space remains, as if the Inquisitor meant to write a name and could not*

Rielle

[emmanuellececchi]

Christmas story - Hallmark style

So here is the "Faramir in a mall looking for a last minute gift"

So here me out (now that I see it!)

So Faramir is tired, it's the end of the day and he has to find a gift for a girl his father is presenting to him. Now that his brother has gone live the good life with his boyfriend (and thus facing the wrath of their father), Faramir is left the unwilling heir of their father company. And the Valars know his father and him do not see eye to eye.

But, in the hope of bringing some peace in this season of festivities, Faramir decided to accept his father tentative "matchmaking". but he's not happy.

So here he is, in the escalator, trying to think of something. Then, he arrives in front of a shop where a young woman is pushing a guy out. The guy is visibly angry and Faramir feels the need to come and help... until he realized the girl has no need of his help.

The guy leaves after a mall cop comes by, called by the owner of the shop. Now Faramir is standing in front of the shop, feeling awkward. And not wanting to see the beautiful young woman looks at him angry, he decides to go into the shop.

To realize it's a shop for all things horse and cow-boy. And he has no idea what to do with that. The girl is nice, as all vendors are, and seeing his face, she asks if she can help.

Faramir, feeling more and more the fool, and not helped by the beautiful girl's eyes, nods and follows her around.

---

Eowyn is tired, exhausted and frustrated. days spent working on the farm, taking care of everything while his uncle is healing. Even now with her brother back, most of the time she has to do it all by herself.

At least, Taking the guy's out helped her let go of some steam but she was glad Ioreth took care of calling the guard. Eowyn does not like to make a scene. Then there is this guy who looks like he's a rabbit in a lamp light. All frozen and shy. At least he's cute.

And then he begins to speak about his brother and his brother in law who owns a horse farm and how he would like to find something for them both, to celebrate their new life. She hears the longing and for a moment, she wonders if it could be possible that his brother and her cousin...? no, that would be really weird.

---

They speak and chat and Ioreth is waiting patiently, but now it's time for her to close the shop. She offers to Eowyn to close behind her and to Faramir to stay a bit while she "officially" close. Eowyn will balance the account in the morrow. Ioreth leaves with a smile, hoping her hunch is a good one and that Eowyn will keep this beautiful smile she hadn't seen for a while.

---

Now they have all the time in the world. They spent the evening in the shop, talking: family, missed opportunity, and so on. Eowyn orders some sandwiches and they pick-nick in an empty alley.

---

Faramir ends buying something. For Eowyn. Not in this shop. But for their first date. Not with his father. And not in a fancy restaurant.

---

Eowyn will not spend Christmas with her uncle and brother and cousin. She will leave for an unplanned vacation in a cottage where Faramir and her will go fishing on ice, read books, ride horses and just spent the best time in the world.

---

Denethor will send the very unhappy girl away, thinking that, maybe, if both his sons are leaving his side, he might have something to do with it (Yeah I know, Christmas Miracle).

Théoden and Eomer are a bit disappointed that Eowyn won't be there (she cooks so beautifully) and a bit worry. But still happy that she might have find a good guy. (Eomer still want to meet the guy even after what Boromir told him).

Boromir and Theodred are just smiling to each other, thinking they might join the new couple, after a few days. To let all the drama behind them.... and to keep an eye of thing. Just in case.

The end.

[rocks-and-things]

ok but like is it normal to fall in love a little with everyone you've had a positive interaction with? cause I do. all the fucking time. and I fall in love with people several times over, just the tiniest bit at a time until I have so much love for them it's spilling out into every conversation, every look. any and all expressions of love I give them is overflowing with a sort of soft fondness. I just can't help it. I have so much love to give and it just feels wasted if I don't give it to every person I meet.

I'm not very much of a people person, but I am a people lover. if I have even the simplest conversation with someone, the smallest interaction, rest assured that I have fallen a little in love. maybe I've fallen in love with the simplest or smallest thing about them, but I've fallen nonetheless. i've fallen in love with faces and accents and different pronunciations of words. expressions and hairstyles and little quirks when they speak.

I think my definition of falling in love is a little different. most associate falling in love with something romantic. i associate it with all kinds of love. romantic, but also platonic and familial and and even self love. love for everything around me.

my favorite people to fall in love with are my friends. a close second is some of my family. I've fallen in love with the way I was able to bounce back into talking with an old friend as if nothing had ever changed. I've fallen in love with the way my grandma pronounces the word mix. I've fallen in love with the way my best friend accepts all the love I give her, and reciprocates it in full.

it's a wonderful feeling, love. loving and being loved. having so much love to give and being able to give it. all this time I've talked about loving people, but honestly I fall in love with everything. clouds. my stuffed animals. driving fast. nature. the feeling of falling asleep. waking up to the sound and smell of a fire on cold mornings while camping. I could go on and on about all the things i've fallen in love with over the years.

[orcelito]

Hey I'm graduating college in may and I just kinda realized that I'll be Done Done with school after that. Not fake-done like I was graduating high school, where I'd have to go to college at the start of the fall. And not fake-done like I was in any of my semesters I took off.

Done Done. As in I accomplished my degree, and I won't ever have to go back to school if I don't want to. What a beautiful, beautiful thought.

[asthedeathoflight]

Just because I've seen a few people make the (fair!) assumption that the Gramercy Riffs are from the Bronx, I would like to make a public service announcement for anyone unfamiliar with NYC geography that the Gramercy neighborhood is actually in Manhattan. Gramercy park is actually only a few blocks from Union Square.

Now, this does conflict with Manhattan saying Cyrus's crew "rivals with the finest from the 212", because like Gramercy IS in the 212. I do not have a good explanation for why he says that. However, I can't imagine where the Gramercy Riffs would be from if not. You know. Gramercy.

[holland-vosijk-antari]

i was just reading kell's pov in acol where he goes down to see holland in the cells, how he feels hollands eyes scraping against his own, and back in adsom where its described as two stones sparking together. not only does that make me want to go insane, it also makes me wonder if holland feels that too or if its just kell? its not mentioned as far as i can remember in any of hollands pov and not even in their first meeting flashback. the absence of it from holland's pov is a bit of a shame really though it does suggest that its just kell and the effect holland has on him... its also mentioned briefly when lila gets her antari prosthetic eye (in the sense that kell feels glad that he can look her in the eyes without that friction) which makes me wonder, if lila had both eyes would there be that sparking sensation between her and kell? would it not as their black eyes are on the same side? why would that sensation be only due to the presence of the marked eye? it's clear that kell and lila DO have a connection but then again so would most people who went through what they did together (especially as kell is quite dramatic about what he cares about). it would just be a shame to have this connection between antari be a real thing and it not be developed past a couple of brief mentions one of which to enhance a ship. the antari could be endlessly more strange so it's a shame that, even when bonded with the rings, they are essentially just very powerful magic users and not something altogether else...

[breadedsinner]

I don’t hold it against Tali but man sometimes I think how easily she could have been an ace friendly romance and get kinda bummed out.

[ivyithink]

downsides to discussing the conditions of the treaty while taking a walk outside

this is once again a piece for cringetober 2023 (some info about it under the cut on this post!)

this prompt: day 9 — crossover ship/rarepair!

I’m not particularly into crossover ships, but i do have more than a dozen rarepairs, at least, and I obviously wanted to draw them all, BUT… this mental image compelled me… as with most of my tlk pieces at this point, they are michela’s (@kingslionheart) fault in some way, shape or form. your one tag is to be blamed for this, i hope you are happy about giving me even more brainworms about tlk…

[molagboop]

I just think it would be fun to make Raven Beak smooch Samus' other dads.

[meowmeowmessi]

Always lowkey hated how he stepped back and didn’t go to man city in 2020.. but right this moment? I’m absolutely mad that he didn’t go. Because if he had pushed harder against barto and not been the sentimental guy, we wouldn’t be here right now.. moving to mls when he still has so much football in him. ugh. And i thought it couldn’t get worse than psg. Welp, he proved me wrong.

[grubloved]

oh

[windupaidoneus]

ok ive finished the dlc so now i can properly say my least favourite thing about dragon age awakening is that the women feel like an afterthought & don't fit in the group at all. & i want to care about them & their banter so much. but i really don't because the game is giving me fucking nothing