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All Mine (2)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: I've spent my whole day squishing my head to finishing it today, and here it is! Also I won't be uploading the pt.2 of Academic Rivals, because I prefer to leave it as a One-Shot but I have in mind another, much better, plot with the trope Enemies to Lovers with Ellie. Read the final note!!

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Ellie knocked on your door for the third time that morning. The first one was before her morning run, the second one was after that and the third was once she was done in the bathroom.

When she heard no answer, she went in and opened the curtains right away. “Get up, it’s the same every morning.”

You covered your face with the blankets to avoid the sun, saying, “Give me five more minutes,” but Ellie wouldn’t have it.

She got on the bed and shook you. “You have practice in an hour; I’m not letting you leave without breakfast, and then you’ll complain I didn’t wake you up,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Sitting upright in bed, you let out a sigh, looked at the clock on the nightstand, and let out a moan. “Els, just give me five minutes.”

She shrugged and said, “Your call,” but before she could move, you grabbed her arm and drew her nearer to you.

“Lay down with me for those five minutes,” you requested, hugging her until you managed to lay her down beside you, even though she was fighting to break free. You didn’t want to let her go.

“Fine! Just five minutes, I’ll set the alarm, I have places to be,” she said, taking her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.

When she was done, you muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,” and placed her phone on your bedside table. With a smile on your face, you raised the covers to allow Ellie to slide into them, encircling her waist with your arms and placing your head on her chest.

She was trying not to touch you with her free hand and you could hear how quickly her heart was beating, as if it was your first time sharing a bed. “You can give me a hug too,” you muttered.

With a clear throat, she said, “If that’s what you want.”

You appreciated that she was a little flustered, even if you couldn’t see her face. It was something you truly enjoyed doing to her.

She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Your plan was to sleep too, but you were thinking about where she had to go when her classes didn’t start until 2 p.m. You turned around slowly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it.

¡Ding!

The notification startled you for a moment, almost making you scream. You quickly checked if Ellie woke up because of the sound, but she was asleep.

“You have to be kidding me,” you whispered, reading the notification from the panel.

Dina (Campus) : I’ll see you in an hour then! I truly want to try those croissants you’ve been talking about, and I also wan…

Rolling your eyes was the least you could do. You shook your head, going to the alarm and deactivating it. Dina was a big girl; she could eat those croissants alone. You hoped she choked on them.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sound of the TV, the microwave, and your humming was enough to wake her up. She yawned and stretched out, all calm until she saw how late it was.

“Fuck!” Ellie said getting up from the bed and grabbing her phone “No,no,no…”

You were scrolling on your phone, having breakfast, hearing how she was going side to side. From the bathroom to her bedroom and vice versa until she came to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I told you I had places to be!” she walked past you to the entrance to put her white sneakers on.

“Good Morning to you too” you said sarcastically “I thought it was your classes where you had to go, it’s 1 p.m, you still have time”

Ellie shook her head “No, it was something else! What are you doing here, tho? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“I woke up like 30 minutes before you, so” you shrugged “You’re not going to drive me to campus today?”

“Uh…” She was roaming through her backpack making sure she had everything “I can’t today, sorry but here, call an Uber”

She left some money on the table beside your plate before stealing on of your toasts “Bye, see you later!”

“She is joking, right?” you thought picking up the money. “Seriously, Ellie?!”

You yelled from the balcony, seeing Ellie running to her car

“Sorry, no time!” She yelled back getting into her car with her mouth full of the toast.

The thing is, Ellie was in a hurry. She had arranged to meet up with Dina for breakfast before class at a café she had suggested herself, and on top of that, she had overslept.

She started the car and began to drive. When she reached a red traffic light, she took the opportunity to call Dina, who answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for her. She sounded a bit annoyed; after all, she had been waiting for her for a long time. But she understood that Ellie had overslept. She suggested they meet at the entrance of the building where they had their only class together.

Obviously, Ellie agreed, but she couldn’t go empty-handed. So, as soon as she arrived on campus, she went to the cafeteria, ordered two coffees, and some cookies that Dina had mentioned she liked yesterday.

“Ellie, you didn’t need to buy breakfast,” the dark-haired girl said, trying to hide her big smile. She grabbed the bag and chuckled softly, looking at the cookies. “Wow, you sure know how to apologize.”

“Sorry, again, for standing you up. It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Next time, I’ll come pick you up at your place.”

Next time? That meant Dina wanted to keep meeting up. Ellie nodded energetically. By the time class started, they had finished breakfast, talked about different things, sat together, and also had small conversations during class.

“That’s all for today. Remember, we start presentations in two weeks. Goodbye,” the professor said, collecting his briefcase and leaving the classroom.

“Well, on Tuesday, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a café to finish it?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellie said, gathering her things. “See you tonight at the party?”

“Yes, but aren’t you going to the parking lot?” Dina asked, watching as Ellie walked in the opposite direction.

“No, I have one more class, and then I’m meeting a friend.”

Dina nodded, waving goodbye. Ellie didn’t have another class, but she usually waited for her outside hers to go eat together. She had no idea why she had said that.

Your building wasn’t far from hers, so in less than 20 minutes, she arrived. She went up to the second floor and could see people coming out of your class, and finally you, but behind you was Abby Anderson. Ellie saw how she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the others. It seemed like you were arguing about something until you pushed her aside and quickly walked to the stairs.

“Ellie? I didn’t think you were going to come pick me up today. Never mind, let’s go!” you said, intertwining your arms, almost dragging her to get out of there quickly. “I think they’re serving carbonara pasta in the dining hall today. You love pasta, right? How great that it’s on the menu today.”

Ellie nodded, frowning as she glanced at Abby once more before leaving. She would ask you about it later…

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“I don’t like it, I’ll just wear something else,” Ellie said, entering your room for the third time with a different outfit than before. You rolled your eyes at her. “Ellie, I’m going to hit you if you don’t decide,” you said, watching her with frustration as she seemed unable to choose her clothes for the party. “Who do you want to look so good for?”

“No one. Could you help me instead of judging?” she replied, tossing the shirt she was taking off towards you. You dodged it, laughing, before throwing it back at her.

“Cargo pants and a black top, good combo, simple and it looks great on you,” you suggested. A few minutes later, she came back into your room wearing the suggested outfit. “See? I never fail,” you said with a grin.

“Fine,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you apply makeup. You were wearing a brown top tied at the top with a bow and a denim mini skirt. Ellie couldn’t help but admire your body, especially your legs, and you could see her doing so in the mirror. With a smile, you turned to her, and her gaze shot up to your face.

“Let me do your makeup,” you said.

“Why?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she watched you approach with a playful smile. “Okay, but only the eyeliner.”

“Kay. Close your eyes,” you requested, opening the black eyeliner as you positioned yourself between her legs. “I’m going to sit on you.”

“Is that necessary?” Ellie asked, opening her eyes slightly, to which you nodded.

“I’m not comfortable, and if I’m not comfortable, it won’t turn out well,” you said, sitting on her and starting to apply the makeup. The only sounds in the room were your breaths and the low music from the speaker. “So… where did you have to go early this morning?”

“I had something important,” Ellie said, almost stuttering. She didn’t expect you to ask anything, but why wasn’t she telling you the truth? Why did she feel weird mentioning that she had plans with Dina?

“Ah, really?” you responded vaguely, clicking your tongue.

“Yeah… And what were you talking about with Abby?”

“Something important,” you shrugged. “There, it’s done, open your eyes.”

Ellie opened them, blinking a bit, smiling sideways. “Does it look good on me?”

You nodded, still on top of her. You grabbed her cheeks and squeezed gently, making her lips press together, and asked, making eye contact with her, “Is it for Dina that you’re getting all dressed up?”

“Maybe”

“Are you planning to kiss her tonight?”

“Maybe?” Ellie was confused about where these questions were coming from and at the same time thinking about how well you knew her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ‘hidden’ her meeting with Dina from you in the morning…

“When was your last kiss? Like four years ago, right? Wow, you’re rusty,” you teased.

“Well, let’s not exaggerate,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink, not only from your grip that was tightening more and more but also from the image that crossed her mind of kissing Dina.

“Do you want to practice?”

“I mean… I don’t want her to think that I don’t know how to kiss. I know how to; I’ve kissed a lot of girls.”

“You only kissed two girls: me, for your first kiss and your ex-girlfriend, Cat. The little kisses at some parties while playing ‘spin the bottle’ don’t count.”

“Well, they should because I kissed plenty of girls,” Ellie mumbled.

“Decide before I change my mind or suit yourself,” you said, finally releasing her.

Ellie bit her cheek from the inside before nodding. “Okay, let’s practice.”

You did not wait to join your lips to hers, starting a slow kiss with a slow peace. Your arms were resting on her shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and your hands were starting to play with her hair. You wanted to explore Ellie’s mouth; you needed to feel her.

The kiss became deeper, and you buried yourselves more into each other’s mouths eagerly, feeling your lips closer as if there was a need that must be fulfilled. Soon Ellie’s tongue found yours, and they intertwined, making you moan in the midst of the kiss.

That made Ellie press her hands that were on your thighs; she had liked that sound a bit too much. Slowly she began to slide her hands upward until she touched the hem of your skirt, which was hiked up due to the position you were in.

Your breaths became more ragged as the rythm of the kiss quickened, and you wanted to continue, but no. If you didn’t stop, Ellie wouldn’t learn, she wouldn’t learn that only you could kiss her like that, you had to keep her yearning for more of you.

So you had to cut it off and watch as Ellie tried to reconnect your lips; it was so satisfying, you had to stop her gently, “Wow, Els, calm down, this is practice,” you said in a joking tone, getting off her, patting her knee to get her attention. She was still lying on the bed with an embarrassed expression on her face. “There’s a party we have to attend, come on.”

You grabbed your minibag and left your room to the front door, and Ellie did nothing but get up and follow you, not without first processing what had just happened a few seconds ago.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ellie opened the passenger door once you arrived so that you could get out of the car.

She had to park a bit far from the house, but from there, you could hear the music and there were already drunk people in the street as you walked towards the entrance. You walked with your arms intertwined as you told Ellie the most recent gossip you had heard in the locker room or that you had been told, and Ellie listened, reacting when she could put faces to the names.

“He said that it was Sarah’s underwear, and Sarah denied it, saying that she was not ghetto and that she would never wear that. Imagine who snapped? April!”

“The church girl with brown hair?”

“Yeah, that one! It was so messy because the previous day she was preaching about how she was going to see the pearly gates since she was one of the last ‘pure’ girls on the team.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way! She’s so dumb, I hate her and more with the fa-”

“Hi, Ellie.”

Oh, you were going to kill this bitch. Dina was sitting on the porch of the house with a glass in her hand; she had probably been there for a short time. She looked at Ellie with a wide smile that decreased when she looked at you.

“I’ll see you inside,” you said, letting go of Ellie and passing by Dina without saying anything. Once inside, you joined your group of friends who were already quite drunk; they all greeted you, some with mini hugs or two kisses before giving you a glass full of rum and cola, more rum than cola. “You all know me better than I know myself.”

“Of course we do, silly, we love you.” You let yourself fall into the couch, tasting the drink, when your eyes diverted to see Ellie and Dina finally entering the party, giggling and whispering in each other’s ears because of how loud the music was.

“I love you too, April!” You smiled in her direction, drank all the liquid in your cup in one go, and handed it to her. “Be a doll and refill this.”

April looked at the rest of the girls and then at you, grabbing it. “Slow down, we don’t want you to repeat the Anderson accident again.”

The ginger girl beside April pushed her slightly, looking at you with her eyes wide open and laughing awkwardly. “She doesn’t mean that.”

Your eye twitched looking at April go refill your drink; you were going to brush it off for now because you had better enemies to fight than her. You had a whole plan on how to snatch Ellie away from Dina, but it hadn’t been formulated clearly, and you didn’t like to act on impulse. Anyway, you were at a party, and you were going to enjoy it.

By the time it was 3 a.m., you were already dancing on the table and shouting the lyrics of the songs you knew, swaying your hips against whoever. You stepped aside for a moment, saying that you were going for another drink, jumping off the table almost falling to the floor, but you could only laugh; everything was funny to you at that moment, and you wasn’t even that drunk! You had high tolerance, only your tongue was kind of asleep and you were stumbling from time to time but you loved to play silly and pretend to be more gone then you really were.

You reached the kitchen, looking for a new glass in the cabinets because you had no idea where you had thrown yours, when you found one, you began to decide what liquor to drink with eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.

“I can’t believe you have me added as Dina (Campus), how lame, I’m going to change it,” Dina said, changing her contact name, but Ellie, who had seen the situation, was not paying attention.

“As you wish,” Ellie murmured, watching you disappear to the second floor; that didn’t sit well with her.

“Done!” Dina smiled, returning the phone to its owner, but Ellie’s gaze seemed worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll be back,” Ellie said, grabbing her phone and following where she last saw you.

She went upstairs dodging some drunk people and the long wait line to enter the bathroom, trying to see if you were in any of them, walking in the hallway close to the door to see if she could hear your voice in any of them until one door abruptly opened and you came out of it with teary eyes but laughing. (What happened in the room?)

“Are you okay?” She asked. Hearing her voice surprised you.

“How long have you been there?” Depending on her answer, you had two reactions.

“I just got here, I was searching for you.”

There it was! The cherry on top of your plan. You hugged Ellie and started slowly sobbing, whispering in her ear, “I want to go home now, please…”

“Hey, what happened? what’s wrong?” Ellie asked, breaking the hug to look at you and wipe your tears with her thumbs. “Let’s go.”

She held your hand and walked to the stairs, turning her head for a moment to look at you once more, and her eyes saw the other person who was in the room with you. Abby Anderson.

Had she made you cry? She was lucky that Ellie was more concerned about getting you out of the party than beating her up.

“Wait, Ellie, my bag is in the living room with the team,” you said before she went outside.

“Oh, okay, wait here, I’ll get it for you then.” You nodded and waited until you couldn’t see her to fucking smile because of your victory.

“Hey,” a touch on your shoulder made you come out of your little mental dance, “Have you seen Ellie? She went somewhere around 15 minutes ago, and I can’t find her.”

Of course it was Dina…

“She doesn’t feel well, must be something she ate before.”

“You sure? Should I take her to the hospital?”

“No worries, we are going now, but here, money for an Uber,” you said, taking some money out of your pocket.

The same money Ellie gave you this morning. You were giving it to her, and for you, it felt so good as you patted her shoulder and sighed with a little smirk.

Dina thought you were calling her poor and mumbled a “fuck you” before dropping the money on the floor and leaving you there just in time for Ellie to come back with your bag.

“Sorry, there were a lot of people in the way,” she handed the bag to you, “Whose money is that?”

“Yours,” you grabbed the bag and started walking out. Ellie frowned, confused, but still picked up the money; it was free money, and everybody was too drunk to miss some dollars. She felt as if she was forgetting to do something before leaving. “Els!”

“Coming!” Whatever, maybe tomorrow she’ll remember; now she had to assist her best friend and be there for her as she always did… like a loyal puppy, a cute and precious one of your property.

Note: I will upload Pt.3 once this chapter and the first one reach 250 so I have time to write and to know that you all like it and want more ty♡♡

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🂱 GET HER BACK ! (03)

content warnings: ellie a toxic ass bitch but what’s new. smut kinda, angst, ellie’s new girl leaks our spicy pics.. swearing again idk what else

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Orders Up!

Looks like someone requested a.. squints eyes at notepad Vox xReader who’s VERY out of touch with technology! They BARELY know what a ‘phone’ is, and have absolutely no idea what his head could be other than an oddly shaped box. Maybe they lived in the Forrest in their past life?

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which you don't get what this whole fuss about technology is, but you'll try it for Vox. Reader is genderneutral.

When you first arrived in hell, a lot came as a surprise

Going from the snowy mountains of solitudal living to the middle of the first city you'd ever been to was a lot to handle

Overwhelming, really

You know about the world and what's outside; you've seen photos in books, but you were never interested in it

So here you were, surrounded by the humming of electricity and the loudness of cars—music blasting at every corner

It was a lot

You and Vox met many years later, though you'd found yourself a quieter place to settle, you were still close enough to the bustle to run into people, and run into people you did

Well, he kind of forced it- Vox thought you were just the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, so he ran straight into you and played it off as 'clumsiness' when he caught you

You'd seen a lot of things in hell, but whatever he was wearing on his head was just strange

He'd meet with you frequently outside of his work hours, and he's probably blown away at how you don't know him or anything about the Vees!

" I mean, not to brag or anything, but I kind of run all of television. "

" Tele...vision? "

" No fucking way. "

Hes then asking what you thought his head was, and hes almost crying from how hard hes laughing when you can only answer with shapes

Though I think he enjoys the refreshing feeling of meeting someone with no expectations about what or who he is

Even when he tries to give you his personal number, he's surprised when you say you don't have a phone

Jesus, you really weren't kidding.

He will set you up with everything you need—I mean, who better to give you tech assistance than the very CEO himself?

You get only the newest, the best, although you don't really get how to make use of it, which kills him at least a bit inside

Probably makes custom shortcuts for you so you don't have to navigate too much because, Jesus, are you ever bad at it?

God forbid you ever move in, Vox is actually stressing so hard on how you'd cope with all the smart home features his building has.

Author's Note - You may be dumb but he love syou so very much...to be fair he couldn't survive a day without tech so thank god you're adapting to him!

[bestofsimoneashley]

Simone Ashley’s upcoming movies, a thread (will be updated regularly)

“Picture this”

Genre: Comedy/Rom-Com

Release Date: 2025

Plot: Pia (Simone Ashley) is single and runs a failing photography studio with her best friend Jay (Luke Featherston). As her sister (Anoushka Chada) prepares to wed, Pia's mother (Sindhu Vee) is desperate for her to also find love. Then a spiritual guru at her sister's engagement party tells her she is destined to find love on the next five dates she goes on.

Director: Prarthana Mohan

Cast: Simone Ashley, Hero Fiennes Tiffin, Elliot Bird, Nikes Patel, Luke Featherston, Anoushka Chada, Phil Dunster, Eben Figueiredo, Sindhu Vee, Adil Ray

Character: “Pia”

Watch it on: Amazon Prime

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"This Tempting Madness"

Genre: psychological thriller

Release Date: 2024

Plot: A young woman awakens from a coma grievously injured, memory fractured, her husband arrested. But as she puts together the pieces of her past, she starts to question her own actions — and her perception of reality.

Director: Jennifer E. Montgomery

Cast: Simone Ashley, Mojean Aria, Austin Stowell, Suraj Sharma, Zenobia Shroff

Character: "Mia"

Watch it on: TBA

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“The Night Before Christmas in Wonderland”

Genre: animated movie

Release Date: 2024

Plot: The Queen of Hearts hates Christmas – she's banned tinsel, mince pies and even good cheer – because when she was a little princess, the White Rabbit was late delivering her letter to Father Christmas and she didn't receive a present. But one snowy Christmas Eve, Santa finally receives her letter and races to deliver her gift! Will Santa and his reindeer be able to put the Merry back into Christmas in Wonderland?

Director: Peter Baynton

Cast: Simone Ashley, Emilia Clarke, Gerald Butler

Character: "Alice"

Watch it on: TBA

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“F1”

Genre: Action, Drama

Release Date: June 25, 2025

Plot: Sonny Hayes (Brad Pitt), a Formula One driver who raced in the 1990s, has a horrible crash, forcing him to retire from Formula One and start racing in other disciplines. A Formula One team owner and friend (Javier Bardem) contacts Hayes and asks him to come out of retirement to mentor rookie prodigy Joshua Pearce (Damson Idris) for the Expensify Apex Grand Prix team (APXGP).

Director: Joseph Kosinski

Cast: Simone Ashley, Damson Idris, Kerry Condon, Tobias Menzies, Javier Bardem, Sarah Niles, Brad Pitt

Character: TBA

Watch it on: Apple and in cinemas

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Poet on the Broadcast

This is another one based on a song; it's a more sappier side of Alastor. It was also written for a close friend, @willowaudreykeyes. They gave me this bittersweet idea in an RP that we are working on. I hope you all enjoy it! Song: Rule#46 - Poet By Fish Inside a Bird Cage

TW: AFAB Reader, death, self sabotage, hallucinations, poor living experiences, violence, Hurt-> Comfort

Time was a cruel mistress indeed, an unrelenting thief that snatched away the very things we hold most dear. With every tick of the clock, she mercilessly stripped us of youth, laughter, and loved ones, leaving only echoes in her wake.

You were no exception. You bore witness to Alastor's fall—the haunting shadow of his demise forever etched in your memory. The freezing winds whipped through the snowy woods as you ran, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. Hounds barked, their growls reverberating through the trees, a sinister chorus to the chaos all around you. Gunshots rang out like thunder, each a heavy reminder of the danger that lurked just behind you. Every breath felt like a precious treasure, stolen not just from you, but from the man you loved, who had been a light in your dreary life.

Time granted you fleeting moments of respite, allowing you to catch your breath as you evaded the hounds as your partner wished in his dying breaths. Yet, it also forced you to confront the harsh reality of survival, time and again brushing against death for the sins of your beloved. For the enemies he created and formed in the years he stood by your side.

You lived a modest life, flitting between the opulence of high society and the grit of the streets. Each day was a delicate dance, a balancing act between the world of privilege and the shadows of hardship. But with every birthday that passed, a bittersweet yearning filled your heart—a longing to reunite with Alastor. 

Then, just as that desire reached its peak, you closed your eyes letting time take you to the great unknown with the man you lost years ago. Except time no she is a cruel mistress indeed. You were awoken in a different body, younger, in a time that felt both foreign and familiar.

How cruel is time, to gift you this love only to rip it from your grasp again and again? How many lifetimes must you endure, each one marked by the haunting memory of him, always just out of reach?

In this second life, you became a PhD student, a mind lost in the pursuit of knowledge, but also a vigilante in the shadows of the city, fighting for those who had no voice. Yet, the memory of your beloved Alastor lingered, a ghostly echo of a man who was both psychotic and completely yours. 

As the years drifted by in this new existence, the lines between memory and imagination began to blur. Why had you been granted this second chance? Was it a blessing or a cruel curse? Was the vision of Alastor beside you, whispered in the dark, merely a figment of a child’s imagination, a way to escape the unrelenting horrors of your reality? 

As your birthday came and went once more, a darker fate awaited you. You found yourself thrust into a hellish red landscape, a cruel irony considering you had committed no sins. Roaming the streets of this infernal realm, you quickly adapted, your years spent fighting alongside Alastor sharpening your instincts, allowing you to rise swiftly within the ranks of hell.

Then, four years into your torment, you heard a broadcast that sent shivers down your spine. The Vee's were in an uproar, and you felt an inexplicable pull to the source of their distress. You tuned in, and the voice that emerged from the static struck a chord deep within you. It was a voice you had longed for, a melodic tune you remembered all too well—a voice that transported you back two lifetimes ago, when you would sit by the window at dusk, eagerly awaiting his return.

Could it be? That past life, once dismissed as mere fantasy, began to feel so so close to real. The stories he spun during that late-night special were ones only you knew the other half of, secrets woven into the fabric of your shared existence that you feared were long forgotten to time.

With your heart racing, you began to search for him, following the trail of his voice to a hotel for Hazbins seeking redemption. There, amid a myriad of misfits longing for a second chance, was a figure that made your heart leap—a deer demon who looked so painfully familiar yet foreign, a man shaped by the passage of time.

What is time, if not a relentless force that dulls the senses yet sharpens the soul? It is a cruel teacher, reminding us that every moment counts, that love, once lost, can sometimes be found again.

Driven by hope, you joined the redemption program, longing to get close to the man who resembled the Alastor of your memories. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and as a year slipped by, you found the courage to ask him the question that hung in the air like an unspoken promise.

“Are you Alastor, from New Orleans, 1920s, engaged to Y/N?” The question trembled on your lips, heavy with anticipation. You braced yourself for the lash out, for the fierce anger that had always danced in his eyes.

 It was the very fire that had once ignited your passion and fear alike. But instead of a storm, you were met with a soft, bewildered stare. The smile that tugged at his lips was both awe-inspiring and heart-wrenching.

“How do you know about Y/N? Answer wisely, or your screams will be broadcast next for all of hell to hear.” His voice was low, edged with disbelief, and for a moment, the deer demon seemed almost vulnerable—a rarity in any world you knew him in.

“I am Y/N…” Your voice quivered, a fragile thread of conviction woven with longing. You hoped he could see the truth in your eyes, but as his expression morphed from shock to confusion and then to a flicker of spite, you understood that time was still playing its cruel game.

“No, no, you aren’t! Otherwise, you would have found me ages ago!” He stalked over to you grabbing yout collar. He growled in frustration and his grip tightened around your throat, lifting you to eye level, his horns casting ominous shadows. “How dare you pretend to be her? Who told you about that part of my past? Who do you know?”

Steadying your breath, you summoned every cherished memory, every detail only you could recall. The words poured from your honey-coated lips like a sweet symphony, and as he slowly let you down, a fond smile broke across both your faces.

“Lastly, you thought it blasphemous that I would put ice, honey, and lemon in my tea when you made it for me, telling me I might as well not be drinking it anyway.” As you spoke, the memory unfolded like a picture book bare before you, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight lasting embrace.

Was this it? Had time finally allowed you to win? Had you endured enough in this limbo of two unfair lives? This embrace realigned everything that had felt lost for so long, a warmth spreading through your very being.

“I waited for you! I waited for years—ninety long years, my dear!” His voice trembled with emotion as he produced a collection of scripts, each one a fragment of his past, a thread leading back to you. Stories from the early days to the most recent broadcasts, all crafted to help you find him.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Ali… I truly apologize. I would wait a million years to stand beside you. But I am not who I once was. I am broken, scared, and changed by the lives I’ve lived. Would you really want that beside you?” Insecurities threatened to seep into your resolve, but the deeper you delved into the truth of your rough pasts, the more you realized how time had shaped you both.

He looked at you, confusion etched on his face, and then he laughed—a sound free of static, pure and unfiltered. Gently, he pulled you closer, his sigh a whisper of shared pain and understanding.

“You are stronger than you know. When you’re ready to let that strength show, let me guide you. You have every right to be scared; I have walked those same shadowed paths myself. When you’re ready to let go, I will be right here. I will always wait for you.”

At his words, tears welled in your eyes, a torrent of emotions spilling forth. No matter the hardships time had imposed or the years spent apart, you recognized that this love spanned lifetimes—enduring, unwavering. If he was willing to wait for you, then you would fight for him, heart and soul, against the cruelty of time.

Thank you for the support, my Moons~

[casp1an-sea]

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(I love making friends so please ask if you wanna be my moot <3)

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Misc: #just little things for my intro post, #Captain America is my father, #caszurole, #Hunter’s Song, #Frilled Shark 🍄, #Re Rambles 🦈, #Re answers 🦈, #Re Asks 🦈, #cas feeds on human interaction (pls talk to me I’m lonely or depressed posts pls look out for this one)

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[laura-the-yellow-cat]

Valencia My NEW MSA X Hazbin Hotel Enemy OC and The Vees' New Member

Full Name: Valencia

First Name: Valencia

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Gender: Female

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Age: 10 (in the past), 30s (deceased)

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Occupation: The Member of The Vees and Serial Killer

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Family Members Relatives: Tristan (her father), Hazel (her mother)

Other Family Members Relatives: Macy (her young sister: disowned)

Species: Human (former), Humanoid/Ghost/Demon

Friends: Willow (her former friend), The Vees, Valentino (her new boyfriend), Vox, Velvette

Enemies: Unknown four bullies (killed and deceased), her 15 EX-husband (killed and deceased), Macy, Willow, Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer, Nina, Alastor, Diamond, Ally, Angel Dust, Mystery Teams, Girls' Clue Club Team, Emily, Good Angels, Good Demons, Briar, Rosella, Rosella's Family, Briar's Family, Black Charro the Demon Horseman, Marlee, Black Charlotte, Snowy and Black Amity

Alignment: Good (in the past), Bad

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Skin Colour: Pale Ivory (in the past), Bright Reddish Pink Colour

Eyes Colour: Reddish Pink Colour

Hair Colour: Reddish Pink Colour

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This one sounds like: Piella Bakewell (from Wallace and Gromit: A Matter of Loaf and Death) and Debbie Jellinsky (from Addams Family Values)

@mysteryideasgroup and @sfcabanasstarcgs

[kindheart525]

The Grand Galloping Gala was here and despite everything going on in her life, Snowcone Syrup was having a pretty good time. She liked dressing up and seeing the castle now and then, all that fancy stuff. She also got to see the rest of the royal family, including Vee who she hadn’t talked to in awhile. 

But tonight, she was going to talk to her again.

Snowcone sauntered over to Vee with a clearly strained smile on her face, the corners of her mouth quivering. She kept enough distance to not invade her personal space. 

"Veuve! Hello!"

She finally mewled, her voice cracking like a preteen.

Vee regarded her with a small smile herself, looking her up and down like she saw right through the strained front.

“Hello Snowcone, it’s nice to see you. I love the dress, the color suits you.”

She shifted awkwardly, her mouth open but saying nothing as she struggled to make small talk.

“Are you enjoying the ball?”

Snowy’s heart began to race, practically beating out of her chest from anxiety. 

Vee was there too, why the hell is she making things so awkward?

She thought to herself as her smile only grew wider. She was struggling so hard to keep her thoughts rational but it felt like Vee just didn't care as much as she did. 

"Thank you. It's nice to see you too, purple black as usual. You know who you are! I like that!"

Did she...not want this?

"Not really, I'd rather be at home. I love getting a new dress every time though!"

Vee gave a lighthearted shrug and chuckled slightly.

“Well that makes it worth it, it’s always nice to dress up! Might as well have fun while you’re here, right?”

She trailed off into an awkward silence after this. There was something on both of their minds but they weren’t addressing it.

"Yep! Anyways! Nicetoseeyouhaveagoodtimebye-"

Snowy practically zoomed off like her hooves had wheels, an almost pumpkin-carved smile on her face as she honed in on anything she could to escape the situation. 

Sadly this was her mother.

Twilight Sparkle smiled brightly at her daughter, having clearly not seen the awkwardness of the conversation that just happened and not noticing the strain in her daughter’s expression.

“Hi honey! I see you’re talking to Vee again!”

She used her wing to brush Snowy’s back in attempted reassurance once she was close enough.

“I know some things were going on between you two but I knew you’d work it out. See, I told you all you needed to do was try!”

Normally Snowcone would have reluctantly nuzzled into her mother’s chest and wriggled her back up against Twilight’s wings, but...then she said it. 

Snowcone didn't understand. Over and over and over again she told ponies just what not to say to trigger her, just what not to do.

And yet they did it anyways. 

Snowcone took a few steps back. 

"What exactly do you mean?"

“Sometimes you have to put yourself out there and give it a little effort! It’s hard to solve anything when you don’t. Trust me, I know what that’s like.”

Twilight’s expression softened into concern once she noticed Snowcone’s body language.

“Oh, did it not go well?”

Snowcone could almost feel her eye twitch as Twilight failed her chance to change what she had said. 

"No it didn't go well! Nothing goes well when I do what you suggest! You micromanage every fucking thing!"

She started out in an intense whisper, getting right up in Twilight’s face, but she couldn't hold back her voice from getting louder. 

"I HATE you! You should have gone into bookbinding, then you'd actually care about what your creations had to say!"

It was clear that Snowcone’s outburst was audible to other ponies as all eyes turned towards her. Her other mother came over from a few feet away, clearly coming to back her wife up like she always did.

“Snowcone Syrup, don’t you EVER say that to your mother.”

Tempest snapped, her voice cold and stern.

“Do you hear me? You don’t know how lucky you are to HAVE a mother at all!”

"Fuck off! I'm not those ponies!"

Snowcone snapped back almost immediately before rushing off.

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: How the Turntables Next: Space

Snowcone Syrup’s dress by @gelidponies Veuve en Deuil’s dress by JustAnotherFan-Trash

Background by Darkfire036

[matthewsturnioloo]

https://www.tumblr.com/matthewsturnioloo/766733220845895680/you-definitely-did-stuff-with-sab-we-know-u-want

matt would NEVER use someone like that 😐

- ❄️

LITERALLY. ‼️

(Also snowie you should dm me I need help with something for Vee..🤫🤭)

[paulinawoodpecker]

New video!

The teenagers voice claims

@jakkiisthatboy2 @raffinha

Reena Roberto Ramirez: Olivia Rodrigo

Lukas Williams: Patton oswalt

Flora peace: Ariana grande

Minnie wakanda: Kiki Layne

Snowy Moscow: Taylor swift

Chai Ming Kong: awkafina

Jessie wakins: Tiffany haddish

Kelsey swells: Ariel winter

Nagham Hugh: Beyonce

Kenny jeong: Ken jeong

Kevin Emerson: Kevin Hart

Christopher coverlet: Chris Pratt

Roger Agra: Roger Craig smith

Tiffany mordon: Sheila Victor

Blair Ross: dove Cameron

Ying Lu: Constance wu

Andrea sneaks: Christina Vee

[snowy-vee]

Calling my girlfriend ‘Wife’

INDEX

As always, the inside of the car was the background of your videos as you placed the phone in the holder making sure you both looked okay in the camera frame before pressing the red button. Ellie had zero idea what the video was about, you just told her that you were going to make a tiktok and she had to be in it.

“I’ve decided today I’m going to make a dessert for my wife” If she wasn’t paying that much attention, she did now after hearing how you address her “and I’m going to try-”

“Wait, what?” Her smile was from ear to ear and her eyes were glowing “What did you? For who?”

You looked at her “confused” trying to not smile at her cute face “For my wife”

“Who’s your wife?”

“Is it not you? You don’t wanna marry me?”

“I’m your wife?”

“Yeah” you nodded your head.

“Damm. Wait, me? I’m your wife?” She felt so happy that she thought she was hearing wrong, there was no way you just called her your wife, she couldn’t stop smiling even if she tried.

“Dude, okay, let me do my video!” you were laughing as you cut the video and continue it “Okay, so I-”

“You classify me as your wife?” you rolled your eyes biting your lip and muttering a ‘yeah, of course’ at her “I didn’t put a ring on it yet!”

“Are you going to?” you raised your eyebrow and she nodded energetically “Okay, then”

“I’m fucking with that energy! Let’s put it out in the universe” She was giggling as she clanged in your arm swaying it a little bit, making you also giggle with her “That’s been my dream, to marry you”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Let’s talk about some marriage plans!”

“Propose to me first!” The video ended showing you grabbing the phone and showing a close up of the happiest face you’ve seen Ellie make.

[satellitespinner]

🂱 GET HER BACK ! (01)

content warnings: swearing mentions of homewrecking, reader needs to STAND UP. abby mention!!!!!!!!!!!! swearing! does this count as angst?? idfk!

taglist: @flowersforvi @saturnsdrafts @taintedpearls @plutolovesyou @liasxeatt @adelaide013 @a-little-bit-of-everybody @elliessweetheart @pedropascalsbbg @nelzooo @r3starttt @jaeminpookie @onlinelesbo @p4ison1vy @pascals-doll @snowy-vee @diddiqueen @ellieslob @macaroni676 @be3flow3r @lvlymicha @3lliewilliamsluv3r @sillyemanusz @chappellroankisser @abbysleftbicepp

[hederasgarden]

Top 5 things to do on a rainy/snowy day 💗

Start a fire.

Make myself a nice cup of tea.

Bake some bread or cookies.

Wrap myself in a warm, soft blanket.

Find a good book to read or movie to watch.

Thanks for the ask, Vee!

[jmhwritesstuff]

Get to Know Me Tag

Tagged by @mrbexwrites - thank you!

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: Long-term relationship

Favorite color: Green

Song stuck in my head: Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance (I don't know why, though, I never listen to them)

Favorite food: Italian or Greek

Last song listened to: Ascensionism by Sleep Token (it went straight to my WIP playlist)

Dream trip: I've never had one. Maybe somewhere snowy and wintery for Christmas one year but I've never really looked into it properly.

Last tv show/movie: Rewatched Gilmore Girls, also saw Violent Night

Spicy/sweet/savory?: Savory

Last thing I googled: Brown leather jackets

No pressure tagging: @missvalerietanner @space-writes @sarahlizziewrites @skelliewrites @surroundedbypearls @meerawrites @skullszeyes @dgwrites-stuff @scribble-dee-vee @bethanywritesbooks

[manfrommars2049]

Snowy Village by Maxine Vee via ImaginaryWinterscapes

[dinuxia-bhm]

Shoutout to @sharksinflowercrowns again... for beta reading this and being so supportive.

Deck the Halls of Wittebane Manor

CHAPTER THREE…

"For the last time, we're allowing an additional discount for the Christmas season only. Any transaction that occurred before the festive period is not entitled to this offer." Hunter spoke into his phone as he walked through the snowy streets of Bonesborough, trailing behind his sisters. "Yes, Merry Christmas to you too." He ended the call rolling his eyes and placed his phone back in his pocket.

"Dude, would it hurt for you to put that phone away for a while. It's clearly bumming you out. Where's your Christmas spirit?” Luz groaned without looking back.

"No offense bro, but we're here on vacation and that…" Vee gestured at him. "...is not how you spend a vacation."

"Well, I didn't wanna come here in the first place." Hunter shrugged, putting his gloved hands in his pockets to keep them warm. The gloves did provide some warmth but a little extra warmth was welcome anyway. "All I'm doing is walking around and wasting my time. I could be getting stuff done to get that house refurbished. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can go back home."

"Yeah, fat chance." She smirked. "We're spending Christmas here buddy." There… She dropped the bombshell.

"You can't be serious. Christmas is a whole week away. I can't stay here for that long." Hunter raised an eyebrow at her thinking that she was only joking, but her smirk only got wider.

"Nope. In fact, we can. I asked Darius to take care of everything back in Gravesfield so you could enjoy some peace in here. You don't have to worry about anything. And yeah… you can get rid of those annoying phone calls, if you stop making them yourself."

"But we can't possibly celebrate Christmas in Bonesborough. Not without Mama." He smirked, rivaling his sister.

"But we can celebrate Christmas in Bonesborough with Mama." Vee said, turning back. "Mama said she has a day off on Christmas. She said she'll be here as soon as her shift is done on Christmas Eve."

"Ok, so it's everyone teaming up against me huh? Betrayed by my own family." Hunter facepalmed, dragging his hand down his face, exaggerating his frustration. "When did you guys even plan this?”

"Eh, we're just going with the flow. Besides,it's for your own good." She shrugged. "Now come on, let's go!” Luz walked ahead merrily humming a classic Christmas tune to herself.

Hunter sighed before looking around and noticed that they were approaching the Bonesborough marketplace. "Why are we here now?” He whined like a child. "I thought we were going to the owl house."

"One word." Luz turned around dramatically, pausing for a second to build up suspense. "Christmas shopping!" She said while doing jazz hands. "We can't go there empty handed now, can we?"

"What! We could've done that in Gravesfield. Did you have to wait until we got here?" Hunter was clearly annoyed by this impromptu gift shopping nonsense. They could've just ordered something online or gotten something from the company without wasting their time walking from street to street, finding the right present for everyone.

"Me… Shopping online… For presents? Blasphemy!” She said, placing a hand on her chest dramatically, pretending to be seriously offended. "Luz Noceda buys all her presents herself and all of them are authentic products of Bonesborough.

"And you're ok with this?” Hunter asked Vee, as if shopping with Luz is the worst thing that could happen to you. Considering how "thoughtful" she is, that's not entirely a lie.

"I'm just here to get something for Masha." She shrugged. "Not gonna lie, stuff in Bonesborough are pretty cool." She walked ahead with her sister.

Hunter knew better than to go shopping with Luz. She always tends to overthink things like this. Vee might be able to be of some help because she was usually patient and very understanding of her siblings. But Hunter was not sure he would be able to manage seeing Luz choosing between option A and option B for hours at a stretch. Besides, he had this whole renovation project to handle and if Mama was coming to celebrate Christmas in here, they might need to have some decorations in there as well. That gave Hunter a brilliant idea.

"Why don't you go ahead and buy all the presents and when you're doing that, I'll just check out some new paints and some Christmas decorations for the house?" He suggested in the most casual way possible, trying not to give away the fact that he didn't actually want to go shopping. "Sounds good?” He asked, looking at his sisters.

"Oh Hunter, you're a genius! Now go do that, while I go get some presents." She nodded her head, gesturing to Vee to follow her. "Come on Vee, let's go!” She happily went into the marketplace with Vee calmly following with her hands in her pocket.

When they were out of sight, Hunter let out a sigh and the warm air that escaped his body instantly froze, giving a rather smokey effect. He turned around and started walking mindlessly through the marketplace, rubbing his gloves hands together. Despite being Hunter's original hometown, he had been there only a couple of times when he snuck out of his house to experience a temporary sense of freedom. So he didn't exactly know where he was heading.

There were times when nobody knew who he was. At least who he really was. He was almost never allowed to leave the house and when he did leave the house occasionally to attend some of Philip's "businesses", he had to wear this strange face mask and sunglasses that covered the majority of his face to protect his identity. He was never known to anyone as Hunter or as Philip's nephew. People only knew him as Philip's right hand man. Thinking about that, he shuddered and he was pretty sure that the cold had nothing to do with it.

He looked around and took in the scene of a busy marketplace. The town was a very busy place, with so many stalls put up to sell various things, so many people doing their fair share of gift shopping, people gathering in front of a fountain in the middle of the town to sing carols, children playing in the snow or talking to a man dressed as Santa, teenagers enjoying hot cocoa in cafes. 'They're making a huge profit.' He thought to himself 'Well, that's the whole point of holidays anyway.' He shrugged before he turned to see the sudden bright light hit him on the face, almost blinding him.

That's when he saw it. People were gathering around to look at the gigantic town Christmas tree. It was huge to say the least. Hunter was pretty sure it was at least fifty feet tall. He knew about this tree being put up every year but in his sixteen years of living in Bonesborough, he never got the chance to have a look at it up close. He had to admit, it looked pretty amazing.

He looked up to see if he could see the top of it, but as suspected he couldn't. He gradually walked backwards trying to catch a glimpse of the top, until he felt himself bump into someone from behind. It was too late when he realized he did crash into someone and probably knocked over and broke whatever they were holding. So like any decent being he turned around and offered to help them salvage the damage.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you." He said as he bent down to help them. He saw that she was a woman, who seemed around his age and he accidentally knocked over the pot she was carrying, along with a tiny Christmas tree in it.

Hearing his voice, she looked up and that made Hunter stop in his tracks. Now that she was looking straight at him, he saw that she was wearing round glasses with golden frames. The lenses of her glasses were fogged due to the cold and the blank low lighting gave her a ghastly look. She looked intimidating like an all powerful anime villain who always announces their evil plan right before executing it (He knew because he lives with Luz). He audibly gulped thinking that she might actually throw hands with him. What he heard next was totally unexpected.

"Oh no no no no… It was totally my fault… I couldn't see what's in front of me, because I was carrying this tree. It's not your fault. Hope you didn't get hurt." She spoke in a very pleasant voice, opposed to her initial frightening demeanor. He expected a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but he couldn't find any. She genuinely apologized to him as if it wasn't equally his fault too and she was concerned about his well-being. Huh, that was definitely new. She actually seemed very… nice. Her actions actually made her seem kinda adorable with her fluffy snow jacket.

"Oh, it's fine… I'm ok, actually." He managed to kneel in front of her to help her clean up the mess. "Are you ok?" He asked when he finally managed to get out of his train of thoughts.

"I'm fine." She shrugged casually but her expression changed into a somewhat upset one when she looked at her little Christmas tree sprawled on the ground and the pot carrying it split in half. "But uh… She's not." She gave a lighthearted chuckle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I was looking at that tree and uhhhh, I didn't notice your tree." He told sheepishly. "But don't worry. I'll pay for your loss."

"It's ok. I was about to change the pot anyway. I just have to figure out a way to get it over there." She pointed at a bakery a few feet away.

"Oh! I can help." He offered as he gathered the two halves of the pot and placed them together. "Here, hold it like this." He unconsciously took both of her hands and placed it on either side of the pot. Then he lifted the tree from the ground and carefully secured it in the broken pot.

The owner of the plant looked at him fondly. She was actually impressed that he was this enthusiastic about helping her out. Also, the way he worked so diligently, gave her the idea that he might be into gardening. Just like her. She wondered if he would like to volunteer in the special program she's conducting this year to decorate the town with her Christmas trees. Not to mention, he was also kinda cute. 'Whoa! Ok girl, don't let this boy get to your head just yet' She thought, looking away from him.

"All done. I think this should do the trick." He said dusting off his gloves and placing them on the pot, perpendicular to her hands, which made her snap out of her own thoughts."We pick her up on three?” She nodded eagerly and he started counting.

"One… Two… Three!" They carried the pot together as they stood facing each other. "Lead the way." He offered.

She nodded as she started walking sideways. He followed her, also walking sideways until they reached the bakery. They planted the tree in a new pot at the bakery and left it to be decorated. She finally said goodbye to the owner of the bakery and walked out of the building with him following her.

"Thanks for all the help. I guess I owe you one." She said, turning to him.

"Oh, that's not a problem. I'm glad I could help." He said nervously, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly.

"Shoot, I forgot to introduce myself." She facepalmed. "Ok, so… I'm Willow Park, the friendly neighborhood florist of Bonesborough."

She said as she practically grabbed his hand and gave him a very enthusiastic handshake, which left his whole being shaking.

"N-nice to- m-meet you!" He stammered as he struggled to keep balancing on two feet. God, she was strong.

"And what's your name?" She asked with a soft smile gracing her face.

"Hunter…" He mumbled, looking at his hand that experienced an earthquake moments ago.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you in Bonesborough before?" She asked, tilting her head in slight confusion.

"I'm just here for the holidays. I'll be leaving as soon as Christmas is over." He shrugged and for some reason her heart sank a bit after hearing that.

"Oh… Uhhh … Then while you're here, would you like to, maybe help us out on a mission of mine?" She asked innocently.

"Oh no… I can't actually help you with that." He shook his head. "I have my own mission." He said looking at the direction of his manor.

"Oh, it's fine… I can find someone else." She said as her spirits dropped for some unknown reason. "I just hope I can get enough hands to decorate every building in this town in time for Christmas." She sighed longingly. That did get his attention.

"Wait!” He turned around to look at her. "Did you say 'every building' here?” He asked as his eyes widened with hope.

"Absolutely!" Her spirits were back. "That way, we can spread the holiday cheer to anyone and everyone in town."

"Then maybe I will help you." He agreed. "But on one condition."

"I'm listening…" She urged him to go on, clearly excited to work with him.

"Will you help me decorate my house too?" He asked politely. "It's kinda falling apart and I could use some help to patch it up."

"Of course I'll help you!" She agreed wholeheartedly.

"You will?" He asked again as if to confirm that she would actually help him and she's not tricking him into helping her. She did keep smiling so warmly and he couldn't detect any deceit in it, so maybe he will trust her. "Thanks…" He mumbled.

"Don't mention it." She shrugged it off with a light laughter. "Ok then, I'll see you around Hunter." She skipped merrily on her way to wherever she was going, twirling midway to look at him and wave.

"Yeah… See you around…" He waved as he continued to look in her direction even after she disappeared from his sight.