#I needed it so bad for Paul and class and Paul and work/responsibility

[chaotic-starlight24]

Darry and Two-Bit

I have begun to write the requests! Thanks so much for this one :)

Almost every single request has involved Darry, glad he's getting love. I couldn't find any photos of these two together though :(

Darry and Two-Bit Friendship Headcanons

When they were kids, Mrs. Curtis was besties with Ms. Mathews so Darry and Two kinda grew up together.

They were constantly together since Ms. Mathews was working at the same diner and everything with Mrs. Curtis.

And they didn’t get tired of eachother either. They were pretty similar age and everything so they were just playing their regular childhood games. They’d find other east side or middle class kids to play tag or cowboys with. Your normal stuff.

As they got older, Darry also became best friends with Paul. So they became a trio of sorts. But Paul’s parents DEFINITELY did not want him near them. Mainly Two-Bit because he was more of a typical greaser. Darry they could see being a soc. Two-Bit was a bad influence on their “perfect child”.

The only time Darry acts like a middle-aged dad is around Two-Bit. And as a joke. It started off with one time Darry said a very dad-like thing and Two-Bit just groaned and told him “You sound just like my mom!” and Darry made it his goal to annoy two-bit by doing that at least once a day. Whether it’s stealing a snack from him and overdramatically saying “Dad Tax” or sitting down next to him with an overly serious tone and telling him “Sonny boy, we need to have a talk.” Two-Bit hates it so much and Darry finds it hilarious. 

Two-Bit is the one Darry acts his age around though. Mostly because Two encourages him to do so. Whether it's trying to get him to go to a party or just take a drive around. 

When they were younger, Darry wanted to buy birthday gifts for Soda and Pony. So he tested out babysitting and made plenty of cash. Two-Bit joined him as well because he wanted some extra money. They became quite the powerful duo. Though some parents would request that just Darry show up.

When Darry was still a more reckless teenager of sorts, they would both give each other so many weird dares. Like the time Two-Bit walked into the diner in a dress and really badly done make-up (Done by Darry ofc) and had to order a cheeseburger without the bun. Or the time Darry had to call Mr. Curtis because he was now hanging upside down from a tree with a jump rope tied to him. Where was Two-Bit you ask? He was too busy untying the lawn flamingo from the other side of the jump rope.

 Darry can help Two-Bit out of a funk and vice versa. Sometimes Two will have times where he takes things seriously. Like he says something about him being fat and laughs though Darry can tell he’s hurting. When Darry has those times where he feels like a terrible person and bad brother Two-bit is right there reassuring him.

Two-Bit is one of the few Darry actually has his complete trust in when it comes to Ponyboy. Most people don’t think Two is responsible, but he actually is. Especially when it comes to kids. So if Pony needs someone to be with him whether it’s walking around town or just sitting at home and Darry feels he’s unsafe, Two is the first person he calls.

Darry has always been a sweetheart, innocent not so much, but respectful at least. But on some of Two-Bit and him’s drives Two would catcall just about any girl who walked by. Making Darry duck and hide in the car. Sometimes Two would drag him out and call out something like “I ain’t too pretty, but my buddy here is on the football team!” which would always make Darry turn bright red. A couple times the girl has approached the car and gotten his number though Darry is a stuttering mess. He isn’t that bad at flirting but when put on the spot he is terrible at just about everything.

Sometimes Two-Bit will just stare at Darry with an unreadable gaze. A look of sadness almost. It’s really just him looking at this tired, sore, and hardened young guy who looks like he has decades of working weighing him down. Wondering where that fun and reckless teenager with that charming smile that made girls swoon, where he possibly could’ve gone. His best friend, reduced to scraping the bottom to survive.

Darry was making chocolate cake one time and Two-Bit wanted to try and make one too. But he substituted several ingredients in the cake for alcohol. Usually it starts to evaporate since most people don’t use that much of it in foods, but Two-Bit poured an entire bottle or 3. It was more of a soup than a cake. Darry turned around to put his cake in the oven and just looked at Two like ??!?!?

Darry loves Two-bit’s little sister, he sees her as his own sibling. Him and Two used to play with her quite often. Sometimes they would put on little plays or try to teach her to play cards.

[lyon-amore]

Time Trial Chapter 12- My responsability

Chapter 11

     I try to concentrate on classes, but I cannot stop looking at the grade. Who are next? Maybe they means Albert and Jeremy? Maybe Paul really is behind all this and hired someone to send us this threat? Although it is impossible, he does not know where I work, only Albert.

     I spend hours theorizing how they could possibly know where I work. I do not understand... All of this is overwhelming me. I must keep a cool head on this.

     Classes end and I desperately look for Albert, carefully pushing past people making my way.      Entering his classes, I see that he is still on the computer. I walk over and sit next to him and he takes out his headphones.

    “What's wrong Jake?” he asks me worried.

    “I think someone must have been spying on us.” I answer, showing him the paper.

     He reads it moving his lips and frowning.

    “It must be someone who wants to scare you—“

    “In a clown suit so I do not know what he really look like thanks to the makeup?” I tell him, remembering the situation.

     Albert simply shrugs, handing me the paper.

    "I'm not saying that I don't doubt you, but imagining that they are following us for something we haven't committed makes it chilling, don't you think?" He crosses his arms, almost annoyed “I feel like they are just playing with you, they are targeting you for having entered that website and they are surely controlling you so that you don't say anything.”

    “Yeah, thanks for the warning.” I reply sarcastically.

     It is no coincidence that both my motorcycle got a puncture and the note was purely coincidental. If I am being watched for having entered that damn website, I do not think I will be able to have a peaceful life then until Sally and I finish this investigation.

    &lt;<I hope you find something useful in Bianca's account.>>

    "Hey, let's go eat and forget about this?" He takes me out of my thoughts and I look at him, a little distracted.

    "I have already eaten before."

    “Ah okay.”

    “But I can accompany you—“

    “No, it's okay.” he stretches out in the chair and smiles “I'm sure you have things to do” he gets up, grabbing the backpack and hits me on the shoulder “See you later.”

     I nod, feeling a little bad. 

    “Jake! It's great that you're here.” the programming teacher calls me “Do you have a moment to teach these students what professionalism is?”

     My ego feeds on those words and I accept.

     Many times Professor Singh has asked me to come to his classes, but I already know everything I need to know, I would simply get bored sitting and doing the same thing as at work, but with people much slower than me. No offense to Albert, but if they do not keep up with me, I feel like I am wasting my time.      I help them fix some bugs and how they can improve the codes. Only that I keep my secrets to making a perfect program to myself.

     They invite me to eat after finishing helping them, but I reject it. Knowing that I rejected it with Al, going with other people would be a bad friend.

     I feel like all my days have become more routine than before. Katherine's kidnapping has taken away that freedom of feeling safe in the streets without rumors everywhere. And after this message, I feel that I should be more attentive to my surroundings.      When I drive home, the feeling that I am being followed is still in my body, so I try to take several detours to lose whoever was following me, or maybe I was just being paranoid?      After a couple of walks around the city, I decided to head to the apartment, feeling better. Safe.

     As soon as I enter my room, I collapse on the bed. I notice my body nervous. I do not understand why Al did not think much of the situation. Does not he see that they could go after him? What are we on a crazy person's list?      Determined, I get out of bed and go straight to the computer, not giving up on being able to find that page or any trace of it again. I am not going to give up.

     After an hour, I ca not find anything and the knock on the door makes me lose focus.      I rub my face and get up from the chair leaving the room to the entrance.      When I open the door, I find Alice carrying a bag in her hand. She waves her hand in greeting, but her expression changes when she sees me.

    “And that face?” She asks me confused.

    “I am trying to find that damn website,” I comment, stepping aside, letting her pass by. “What are you doing here?”

     She release air by closing her eyes. Then she looks at me and hands me the bag.

    "I need to know if you can fix this."

     I take the bag and take out the contents. A doll with a crushed head. I turn it over and see that it is open and that inside it has some kind of transmitter and a broken camera.

    “Where did you get this from?” 

    "Don't be angry, okay?" I look up more confused and from her expression, I get the worst “Sally has been here.”

    “What?” I frown in annoyance “Has she been investigating on her own?”

    "Not alone, Jeremy and I have been with her—"

    “She is just a child, Alice!” I raise my voice annoyed. I think I understand now who that note was referring to: Sally, Jeremy and Alice. This camera had recorded them and transmitted them to someone live.

    “Nothing has happened.”

    “Of course, of course not.” I take the note out of my pocket and give it to him in his hand. “Nothing bad has happened.”

     I turn around, looking at the doll again. It seems that the camera is broken.

    “What is this?” Alice asks me, following me.

    “Someone must have seen you through this camera,” I take out the contents inside, placing it on the kitchen table. I lean on it and look at my friend, waiting for an explanation “Well? Are you going to tell me where you got this from?”

    “From Bianca's altar, on the street from her apartmen.” she leaves the note on the table, crossing her arms “When Sally saw that she was being recorded, she stepped on his head, which caused her to break it.”

    “Smart girl.” I murmur, watching the camera.

    “Do you think you'll be able to fix it?”

    "Well, my thing is not to fix cameras, but if she has expressly asked you to bring it to me, I can take her to fix it while..." I separate the transmitter from the camera and look at it “This can connect to the computer and see where they were transmitted from.”

    "Does that mean you're not already angry with her?" 

    “I still am.” I respond quickly “I will give her a good talk later—“

    “Don't be too hard on her, Jake, she just wanted to help you in her best way.”

     I do not know if putting yourself in danger is the best way possible. I do not want something to happen to her because of me. As always I have to act as an older brother without wanting to. I won't be able to abandon this part of me.

    “I will try.” I reply dryly “Thank you for bringing it, I will return it to you when I manage to get some clue and you can give it to the police, it will surely help you have a good position with the detective Connors.”

    “That's music to my ears.” She says in a happier tone.

     I roll my eyes, seeing how exaggerated it is.      I walk Alice to the door and out into the hallway. At that moment Al appears and looks at us surprised.

    “Has something happened?” He asks us confused.

    "Make sure Jake doesn't get angry with Sally, okay?" Alice warns him.

    “What has our little sister done now?”

    “Maybe get into trouble.” I respond with a snort, remembering it “Goodbye Alice.”

   "Goodbye Jake—"

    “Hey, wait.” Albert stops her before leaving and closes the door, leaving me staring with a look of 'What just happened?'

    Well, it will be something private between them, I better go to the computer and find the best store that can fix the camera and let the tracking program find the signal.

     While I am doing the search, I open the Facebook chat and write a message to Sally. Clearly I am not going to let her go just because she is gotten us something important, I cannot risk her, she is young and has a lot to live for than being involved face to face with danger.      I am sure she thought Alice was not going to tell me, but we all worry about her and what might happen. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Can you explain to me why you were investigating Bianca's street? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I continue with the search, waiting for herp to answer me.      I do not want to get angry with her, because I do not know her and this could get me in trouble, but putting herself in danger? I am not going to allow it.      I find a store and send them an email to let them know that my situation is urgent and that I urgently need the camera fixed.      I then receive the expected message from Sally.     &lt;<You are not going to get rid of this…>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally She is a snitch...

Jareth You cannot put yourself in danger like this, Sally.

Sally I had met Jeremy to talk about what happened with Bianca I wasn’t going to be alone ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I keep thinking about her words.      No, wait, something is wrong. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Tell me: Would you have gone alone if you had not met Jeremy? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    It takes a while to answer. She is probably looking for an excuse to tell. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Nothing was going to happen to me, Jareth I was just looking around, not entering the apartment, I know you can't enter if you don't have a search warrant

Jareth Of course, that calms me down a lot. Please Sally, do not do it again.

Sally I wasn’t going to do it But something tells me something has happened to make you this nervous. Can you tell me? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     Will I worry her if I tell her? Will she be scared if I tell her that they have seen her on camera? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Where are you now? Are you still in Colville?

Sally ? No

Jareth Good. For now, do not come back here. It is dangerous.

Sally Okay Although it’s not like I can go on my own Are you that worried about me?

Jareth Of course. I see you as a little sister, Sally. It is my responsibility that nothing bad happens to you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     Sally does not say anything after my words. I thought she would feel good to know that I really care about her and do not want anything bad to happen to her. Not only is Katherine's life at stake, if we are not careful, so are all my friends. And her. And she still has a lot of life ahead of her, more than me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally I’ve been watching Bianca’s Twitter lock And it’s more interesting than it seems I thought it was a Twitter to vent about your feelings, but it's the opposite

Jareth What do you mean?

Sally Bianca was doing her own research on the website 'The corner of the poor souls'

Sally I wish I don't know how he came across it, but she was gathering evidence from testimonies that people who had participated regretted it That account was being prepared so that when she discovered the 'Master' and his identity, it would be made public I admit, I thought she was someone who only cared about her image, but nope I admire whats he was doing Poor dear…

Jareth So, Bianca was in charge of a sort of 'Covert Operation'.

Sally Yes, we can call it that

Jareth Maybe they found out what she was doing and kidnapped her.

Sally It’s most likely… If you start looking for information about this, you will end up in the spotlight

Jareth And that is why I want you not to, Sally. I do not want you to end up like Bianca or Katherine.

Sally Don’t worry… I am very careful when I browse the internet looking for information

Jareth Do you direct your IP to another address?

Sally Not, I… I use stealth mode when browsing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I put a hand to my head, shaking my head. I cannot real she use that, it is really useless. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Sorry to tell you, but stealth mode has a catch.

Sally What?

Jareth They can also track users.

Sally Well, I hope that the FBI doesn't think badly of me when they see the searches I've done because I'm all dedicated to the investigation

Jareth Haha. Ahem… Let us continue with the investigation. The doll had a device capable of transmitting its image. I will find out where transmitted it.

Sally Okay It’s good to have something of them and know where they hide

Jareth If they do not divert the signal to another place.

Sally But if you find it, don't go alone 😛​

Jareth I will not, do not worry ;)

Sally Jareth?

Jareth Yes, Sally?

Sally Sorry for not telling you I was going to Colville If it weren’t for the fact that it was an excursion, I wouldn’t have gone in the first place I just took the opportunity

Jareth I understand. But I want you to be careful.

Sally Don’t worry, I won’t be back for a long time… Could you…. Could you do me a small favor?

Jareth What favor?

Sally On the outskirts of the city, there is an abandoned hospital My best friend and I used to go there to talk about our problems and get away from everything bad We would go up to the roof and see the lights at night If… If by chance one day you need to get away from everything because of what is happening, you or your friends... I want to share that place with you Let it be your place to be calm from everything that is happening ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I smile when I read her words. She should not worry about a couple of adults with problems.      But it is always very grateful to know when you have someone who cares about you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Thanks Sally. :)

Sally You’re welcome 🙂​ I will continue examining Bianca’s Twitter, I hope to find something else that can help us

Jareth Then I will not entertain you anymore. Good luck Sally. Goodbye.

Sally You too good luck with the signal Goodbye Jareth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     She disconnects from the chat and I do the same.      I dedicate myself to studying while I let the program continue its search. I cannot just sit idly by and stare at the screen, I need to keep busy to calm myself down.

     The message notification sound makes me put the books aside and go for my phone.      I am surprised to see who sent me the message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aaron Beinh Hi Jacob, I'm Katherine's father ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I frown in annoyance. I think I am going to have to make the chat private so no one adds me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Good evening, Mr. Beinh. How did you get my number?

Aaron Beinh By asking you get to Rome, son

Jake And also more appropriate that you had asked me in person.

Aaron Beinh I know and I’m sorry I thought maybe it would make you uncomfortable if I did it

Jake Well… I think I would still have preferred it.

Aaron Beinh And it's not so bad to have my daughter's boyfriend's phone number either 😉 ​----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     With everything that has happened, I am slowly forgetting that I am Katherine's boyfriend. What kind of person am I? I have been so focused on thinking about looking for a missing person that I have not remembered the main thing.     &lt;<I deserve to be a little suspicious of me, honestly...>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Yes, but we are still dating, Mr. Being. I feel a little uncomfortable knowing that it is too early to have his phone number.

Aaron Beinh Please call me Aaron I just hope it’s not bothering you

Jake I was just studying, but I can do it later. What do you need, Aaron?

Aaron Beinh I would like us to have lunch together tomorrow If you can

Jake I will have to see if I have to go to the offices tomorrow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I lie. Of course I did not have to go if they did not tell me, but talking to him in private makes me nervous. I feel like maybe I will make myself look bad and think I am suspicious. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aaron Beinh Of course But it’s important to me if we could talk

Jake I will see if I have a spot for you then.

Aaron Beinh Thanks Jacob I can pick you up from the university if you are free

Jake I prefer not. No offense, but I do not want to attract more rumors where I study.

Aaron Beinh Of course So let me know and I’ll send you the address. 

Jake Alright.

Aaron Beinh Good night Jacob

-----Aaron Beinh has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I put my cell phone away and put my hands to my head. Why would not I have just said no?      I get up from the chair and go out to the living room, where Albert is lying on the couch watching television.      As soon as he sees me, he gets up and sits down. I sit in silence, resting my arm on the sofa, while I hold my head with my hand, still not believing that I had half accepted.

    “Have you talked to Sally yet?” He asks me calmly “What trouble has she gotten herself into?”

    “Do you remember the note I showed you?”

    “Yeah.”

    "The note referred to her," I respond with a snort, "Alice and Jeremy." I look at him and see that he sits up more in his seat, surprised “They have been on the street where Bianca and Katherine's apartment is, and on the altar they have set up for Bianca there was a doll with a camera and a transmitter.”

     I hear him mutter a 'Fucking shit' between his teeth. Now I am sure he will be more worried than before, it was not a joke or to scare us. Someone really has eyes on us. Or rather, from me. Because I was the one who looked at that web page but did not do anything. Will they do the same to everyone who saw it for a while? Damn, I should have asked Sally instead of worrying about her going down that street.

    “But is she okay?”

    "Yes, luckily she is far away." or at least that is what I hope. If she has also hidden it from me, I do not think she can help her in time “My head is going to explode at this rate... Do you know that Katherine's father sent me a message?” He he shakes his head and I continue “I even forgot that I was starting to dating her…”

    “Jake, what's wrong with you is that you're tired.” He puts a hand on my shoulder, shaking me slowly "I understand that what worries you most is being able to find her because that's the main thing and that you haven't been together for a long time either, I mean, You haven't been together for months yet. But she'll be happy to know you looked for her, so don't worry about forgetting.”

    “I suppose…”

     I throw my head back from the couch. I still have to tell him about Bianca and the new discovery, but I am so tired, I do not know how to start telling him. Maybe I could ask him if he knew anything, since they were always flirting and went on a date, whe must have told him something, right?

     “Do you know if Bianca was researching something for her classes?” I turn my head a little to look at him.

     He thinks for a while until he shakes his head.

    "No, what have you found out?"

    “Bianca was researching that same website.” His expression changes to one of terror. Understanding the situation better “How she discovered it, we do not know at the moment.”

    “Dude… Why is there so much information today?” Albert also throws his head back from the sofa, crossing his arms “But let's look at the positive: You are close to the truth, right?”

    “Yes… Close…”

     I do not know whether to call it that way, since if there are people who are after us, they will do everything possible not to continue investigating. We have to be careful and prevent them from following our steps, whoever it is. But how to do it if there is nothing to tell us who it could be? The entire city seems to be being watched by them, as if it were—

    “A stream.” I murmur.

    “What?”

    “No, nothing.”

     If that is what I think, it is that we are being a spectacle too. We should be careful to avoid any small movement making them suspect us. Surely even this will last until Katherine dies, we will be a series for sick people, they want to record our lives and how we handle the disappearance of our friend until they see how we collapse when her body appears. Just like with Bianca.

     I take out my cell phone and quickly connect to the Facebook chat, writing to Sally. I must talk to her about this theory. But since it is late, I just left her a message so that when she can connect, we can talk about it.

    &lt;<If I am right, I think we will have to be careful with what we do, especially I with—>>

      I stop my thoughts and get up from the couch quickly, hearing Albert call me scared.

     We go into my room to see the tracking program and on the screen I find a message.

    ‘Stop trying to find us and focus on how you are going to continue giving us a great show. Katherine has one week left. What method will you choose for her execution, Mr. Miller? Or are you still trying to save her?'

   “Is him? Is he the 'Master of Ceremonies'?” Albert asks.

   “Yes, it has to be him.”

     I stare at the screen, breathless. 

     I cannot make a move without him getting ahead of me. We must hurry up and get her back, even if they do not know about Sally's existence or she will also end up kidnapped if they know she found out about Bianca.

Chapter 13

[pickledasparaguss]

Virtually all marketing strategies seek to take advantage of human psychology.  "Dark Patterns" in web and software designs are no different and need no regulation. - TECH BLOG POST 1

Before this class I would have never second guessed the information I was putting out online. There was one part in Woellner’s Ted Talk where she discussed how sometimes you don’t even have to type out your information when you’re signing up for something, sometimes it just automatically inserts the information in there for you. Allowing ourselves to become easily accessible to whatever form takes place on the other side of our screen has become a normal part of our everyday life in this day and age. I believe this has to do with the fact that digitalization and technology are here to make our lives easier in some capacity, so in order for our lives to become a bit less complicated, there’s a trade, that trade is our privacy. For some reason when I think about this idea the first thing that comes to my mind is Jean-Paul Sartre’s quote 

"Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." 

I guess the reason why this quote comes to mind when I think about this topic is because although we are free to make our own choices, we are free to have such easy access to online browsers in order to alleviate stress and burdens in our everyday lives. We are also condemned to bear the responsibility of the consequences of these choices. We are condemned to understand that if we do take the risk of putting our private information out there, we must recognize the risks that accompany that. 

The article I decided to check out from the list was the one about DoorDash and how the food app is now warning people that if they don’t tip, then their food may be cold. I decided to take a look at this article because I’ve BEEN having issues with DoorDash prior to reading up on this. Although I have always tipped with DoorDash, a part of me wants to order something right now as I’m writing this blog just to see if the apparent “Orders with no tip might take longer to get delivered — are you sure you want to continue?” message will pop up if I input a $0 tip. 

As someone who works in the restaurant industry though, I understand where they're coming from. Personally, I make my living off my tips. However, I would never make someone feel bad for not tipping me, or deliver worse service. It’s not the drivers I have questions about with this but rather DoorDash itself considering I have tipped well and still have received my food an hour and a half later, on multiple occasions. 

This reminded me of what Woellner was saying about how these designers, you know, trick you in a way to make you feel bad or manipulate you. I think this example with DoorDash hits a few, if not all of the 4 points Woellner was talking about when it comes to dark patterns. I would say misdirection and the trick question are the closest ones. DoorDash will add the service fees and taxes after the initial price, PLUS you’ll be asked to tip on top of the already pretty high price. Then the “trick question” being “well are you sure you don’t want to tip? Your foods gonna get cold if you don’t.” So even if you don’t feel bad for the driver, they’re putting the onus onto the person ordering the food. 

Returning to the proposition, I would agree that yes, marketing strategies are known for taking advantage of human psychology because at the end of the day that’s what sells, may not be completely ethical, but if you can target a certain amount of people in order to gain profit and you can do that through algorithms and other dark pattern strategies and marketers have that option then it’s going to happen whether we like it or not. 

However, I think because we’re entering a whole new space in regards to technology, our world is becoming much more digitally advanced, far more than I think anyone, at least anyone I know, can comprehend. Saying that these software designs don’t require any regulation would be naive, because really, how can we be so sure that something so easily and globally accessible yet difficult to grasp is safe? We can’t. But that does bring up the next question which is even if we could get a hold on everything and create regulations, how would those regulations look? Would it even be possible especially with such algorithmic yet extremely popular websites like tik tok or instagram. 

"Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." 

We have the freedom to do and say and post what we’d like, but we must be aware of our digital footprint and the complications that may arise with it. I believe regulations, especially with how advanced technology is becoming is important, but the truth of the matter is there’s bad people everywhere that will try and continue to scam, belittle, and manipulate you, and hey, they could be in person or online. The most important thing is to be conscious about what you are viewing, what kind of information you’re giving out, and who there is to trust.

[terastalungrad]

BB20: Friday 3 November

Live Eviction 4: Dylan V Noky V Paul V Trish

AJ claims that in Blackburn, she'd eat lobster on a bed of gravy. I've seen a lot of class-based comedy in my time, but this joke is beyond my analysis.

Chanelle had a bad dream. Her first dream in the house. She dreamt she was blocked by someone on WhatsApp and Facebook.

"What's going on in Noksville?" is Jordan's fun way of greeting Noky.

Housemates discuss their icks:

Jordan - Men who adjust their genitals.

Trish - Emotional unavailability.

Jordan again - People who enjoy still water.

Matty - People who order sparkling water for the table.

Yinrun is given a secret mission. She must cry in front of three housemates, who console and hug her. She must also cause one of the three to cry.

Big Brother asks her what story she'll use to make housemates cry. She tells the story of a sad film she saw about a professor and their animals. Describing the film causes her to cry floods of tears in the diary room.

She's consoled quickly by Noky, Henry and Dylan. But making a housemate cry is harder.

She tries Jordan. Utterly foolish. He has no emotional response to the sad professor story at all.

Yinrun makes Trish cry by making her think about her children.

Winning the party, Yinrun has 6 tickets to invite 6 friends.

She invites Jenkin, Chanelle, Tom, Dylan, Trish and Noky. OHHHH!! I couldn't work out what these people had in common at all, but they're the housemates who received punishments in the button task. That's such a sweet thing to do :((((

Trish calls out Jordan for the way he treats Henry - flirting with him only when Matty's not available. Jordan admits this, but doesn't know what to do. Trish's advice - be intentional in the things you do. Jordan gets a bit defensive.

Jordan: But I've never kissed him with tongues.

Trish: Now Jordan. Come on.

The Yinrun party features drinks, treats, music and costumes. The five housemates not invited are confined to the upstairs - with windows allowing them to observe the party at all times.

Olivia has a big sulk about not getting to be at the party. She's annoyed that it's only Yinrun's friends who get a party. A weird observation, since Yinrun has explicitly NOT picked her friends. Jordan, Henry and Matty have all been left out.

Olivia and Paul make noises from upstairs to disrupt the party. Paul moons the partygoers, he throws litter at them, and later comes downstairs to mess with the drinks.

This crosses the line into bullying, I reckon. Paul's behaviour is intended to humiliate, and only works because of intimidation. He's aggressive with Noky for staring at him.

Noky goes to the loo to have a cry about it. :(

Ooh, Trish calls Paul a bully! Oh, and she explicitly calls him out for intimidation.

Paul doesn't get it. He's behaving instinctively. Like most bullies, he isn't conscious of his real desires.

He's convinced himself that this is just a normal, classic Paul prank - like putting gravestones in the bedroom, or placing lettuce on Kerry.

I really couldn't call who'd be evicted tonight, but ... surely Paul's going now? Will ITV2's viewers stand for a man who spoils Yinrun's party?

Huge boos for Paul!! Some boos for Dylan. Cheers for Noky and Trish!

Who do I want to go? Paul and Dylan too, I suppose. I like Trish and Noky, and I do enjoy watching them in the show.

Aww, Noky apologises to Yinrun for lowering the mood. :( Noky is always so quick to comfort Yinrun, and it's nice seeing Yinrun comfort Noky in return.

Jenkin and Tom talk, and they're defensive of Paul. More to the point, they don't like Trish - so it's easy to think of this drama as Trish's fault for having a go at Paul.

In conversation with Jordan, Matty says he doesn't know what he's allowed to do anymore. Can he not sit with Henry and Trish? What are the boundaries Jordan needs?

It's clear that Jordan believes this is a one-side crush. He doesn't think Matty feels anything for him, but couldn't stand it if Matty actually confirmed this.

Jordan speaks to Henry, and it's nice. Jordan makes it clear that Henry means the world to him - and that the friendship is platonic.

Paul talks to Olivia, and it's clear now that his concern with Trish is a status thing. He doesn't like it when people think they "rule the roost". It seems like he's also pleased with himself for responding differently to Trish than Dylan did, and that this is a victory of sort for him.

Now, listen.

I don't trust Big Brother viewers. I think they can be incredibly unkind.

But sometimes I'm totally on their side. When they cheer Noky and Trish, it's music to my ears.

When Noky hears the cheers, she's immediately overwhelmed by emotion.

When Trish hears her cheers, she's stoic.

Fair play.

And okay, ITV. It took you three weeks. But you finally gave me an eviction night I can wholeheartedly endorse.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Elementary, Chapter Four

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader

chapter rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral (fem rec), unprotected piv, dirty talk??, unedited/unbeta’d)

word count: 4.3k

series masterlist | joel masterlist

“Alright, everybody. Please remember to fill out your reading log during the break,” you talked over a room full of distracted tweens excited for the upcoming Spring Break. “Am I talking to air?”

“I hear you,” Sarah answered your question as she approached your desk, her backpack slung over her shoulder. “And I wanted to apologize for last Friday. I was having a bad day and Jessie was making a big deal about me leaving the sleepover—“

“Sarah, sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize,” you assured with a kind smile. “Have you talked to Jessie?”

“Yeah, dad took me over to her house on Sunday night and we talked it out. I guess she was offended by me leaving, but I explained to her that I just get anxious sometimes and can’t—“ She sighed. “It just feels better being at home with my dad. I don’t have to try to be funny or cool or whatever.”

You smiled at the tenderness of Joel and Sarah’s bond.

“But anyways,” she continued. “My dad wanted me to ask if you were busy tonight—he still hasn’t gotten a new cellphone which, if you’re wondering, is why he’s having me act as the messenger.”

“Isn’t he coming to pick you up today?”

“No, him and Uncle Tommy are in San Antonio meeting with a developer or something like that,” she informed. “My grandma is picking me up.”

“Oh, well, you can tell your dad I’m free like always,” you chuckled and tried not to think about the fact that as today’s parking lot attendee, you’d have to come face to face with the mother of the man you’d been casually seeing for three weeks now. “Oh, and tell him he needs to get a new phone so you don’t have to play messenger anymore.”

“Trust me, we’ll probably be waiting years until he finally breaks down and gets himself one.” The two of you shared a laugh.

“In that case—“ You jotted your landline and cellphone number on a post-it note. “Here.”

“Miss? My mom wanted me to let you know that I won’t be doing any of my reading logs this week,” another student approached your desk and very sassily delivered his news. You chuckled out a scoff and fixed your attention on him while Sarah went back to her desk.

“Okay, Michael, why won’t you be doing your reading logs?” You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for his response.

“Because it’s Spring Break,” he defended.

“Yes, I’m aware. That’s why I didn’t assign any homework. All you need to do is keep reading at least a chapter a day of your book—“

“I don’t want to read my book. That’s basically homework.”

You gave him an incredulous look as you tried to gather what little patience remained in you after a long year of teaching fifth graders.

“No, Michael. Homework is what Mrs. Hill gave her students—a packet a day. What I’m asking if you is to do what you’re already supposed to be doing—reading a chapter a day of whatever book you want. That’s not homework, that’s just an activity.”

“Well, I’m not doing it.” He remained firm, mimicking your stance by crossing his arms over his chest.

The bell ringing interrupted whatever onslaught of frustration you were just about to bestow upon him, his smug smirk boiling your blood as he turned and shuffled out of class.

“Have a good break,” you called out to the rest of your students as they shuffled out of the classroom in a single file line.

“Hey,” Joel sighed out his greeting as he entered his mother and father’s ranch home on the outskirts of Austin. Sarah was sat in the living room on the floral loveseat covered in plastic while her grandfather, Paul, sat in his rocking chair fast asleep.

“How did it go?” Sarah offered him a smile as he rounded the corner of the loveseat to plop down beside her.

“Went alright,” he replied. “Got a good chunk of jobs lined up for me and the guys, so we’ll be good on work ‘til the end of the year.”

“That’s good!” She beamed, bringing a hesitant smile to her father’s face. Joel never liked to celebrate his successes—something he likely learned from his father. “Oh,” she tapped his arm as she remembered your conversation from earlier, quickly informing him about your lack of plans for tonight. “She also gave me her number to give to you.”

Joel watched as Sarah fished the note out of her pocket before handing over the crumpled up piece of paper.

“You think she’s home yet?” Joel checked his watch.

“Dunno,” she shrugged. “But grandma was talking about all of us going out for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, was she?” Joel looked disappointed by the sudden emergence of plans when he spent all day hoping that tonight would be spent just with you.

“Joel?” Mary, Joel’s mother, came walking down the stairs with a smile. “Bout time you came to see us.”

“I’m busy with the new company, ma, you know that,” he argued as he stood up to greet her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Busy with the company or with your new lady friend?” she teased with a grin. Joel whipped his eyes over to his daughter who already held her hands up in defense.

“My bad.”

Joel chuckled out a scoff before turning back to his mother. “It’s new.”

“And? That’s all you gotta say about her?”

“To you. For now.” Joel followed her into the kitchen, Sarah trailing shortly behind.

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Hunt her down and force her to look at your baby book?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he retorted with a mischievous smile.

“Joel Miller, I swear if you do not give me at least a summary of this woman—“

“Alright, alright,” Joel sighed and looked to Sarah who was beaming with amusement. “She’s Sarah’s teacher. We met at a parent/teacher conference. She’s…nice.”

“Nice?” Both women repeated the descriptor as if it was an insult.

“Dad, you’re basically in love. I’m sure you can find a better word than nice,” Sarah reasoned.

“She is nice. Everything else is private,” he argued.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out at dinner tonight,” his mother shrugged with a smirk. Joel turned wild in the eyes and shook his head.

“No, no, no. She ain’t—y’all aren’t—no.”

Sarah laughed at her dad’s fluster and looped her arm around his waist hug him. “It’ll be okay, pops. Just breathe.”

“Oh, to hell with that,” Joel shook his head again, turning to his mother. “I haven’t even taken her out for a real dinner yet, ma. I’m not invitin’ her out to deal with y’all.”

“Deal with? Son, we are as civilized as anybody else—“

“Ma, you got a plunger? I clogged the damn toilet!” Tommy shouted from upstairs and Joel gestured in his direction as though to prove his point.

“Well not here. We’re in the comfort of our own home,” she defended as she made her way out of the kitchen to help her son. “She’s comin’ tonight! Better go on and call her up.”

“Christ,” he sighed and stomped over to the landline, his scowl fixed on Sarah as he dialed the number. “If she never speaks to us again, it’s on you.”

“She’ll love us.”

Although it wasn’t what you were expecting for the night, Joel’s call to invite you out to dinner with his family was impossible to decline just due to how much you missed him. Even if you turned into a ball of nerves every time you had to meet “the parents”, it was worth it just to be in the same room with him, especially after the day you had.

At seven, Joel, Sarah, and Tommy came to pick you up, but for once it was you running late. You invited them inside to wait while you finished getting ready, handing Sarah the TV remote and watching as her and Tommy instantly started bickering over what to watch while Joel followed you into your bedroom.

“How is this the first time I’ve ever been in your room?” He found a seat on the foot of your bed while you sat at your vanity, finishing up on taming your hair.

“Because I’m old fashioned,” you turned back to give him a wink. “But also because I can’t seem to get you alone long enough to give you a proper tour.”

“I know,” he sighed and walked over to you, standing behind you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, the warmth and softness of his lips curing something that had been aching inside of you since the last time he kissed you. “I made a deal with my mom. She watches Sarah this weekend, and I suck it up and allow you to meet my chaotic family.”

“Mm, so I get you all weekend is what you’re saying?” You smirked at him through the mirror.

“All. Damn. Weekend.” He kissed your neck as a promise, your eyes fluttering closed as you relished in his proximity. “No interruptions. Just me and you.”

“S-sounds good,” you stuttered through your haze of lust and Joel smiled against your skin, seemingly amused by his effect on you.

“You got chills,” he rasped, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm. “That all me?”

“Just wait until you see what else you do to me,” you purred back, earning a groan of desperation.

“You two done yet?” Tommy called out from the living room. “We got places to be.”

“Save that thought for after dinner,” Joel mumbled against your cheek as he gave you one more kiss.

Five or so minutes later and you were on your way to the restaurant, nerves now replacing the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you thought about what his parents would be like. If they were anything like Tommy, Sarah, and Joel, you had nothing to worry about, but it was the uncertainty that drove you mad.

“You alright?” Joel stayed back with you as you pretended to have forgotten something in the truck, Tommy and Sarah heading into the restaurant to meet up with Joel’s parents.

“Just nervous,” you shrugged with a soft smile. “Anything I should avoid bringing up?”

“Politics. My dad’s a big Republican, so,” he winced. “But my mom is about as liberal as they come, so at least there’s that.”

“So I should stick to talking to your mom, then,” you joked.

“Come on,” he nudged his head towards the restaurant and laced his fingers with yours. “I’ll be right there next to ya, and as soon as we’re done with dinner it’ll be just us all weekend.”

You took a deep breath of courage and gave him a cheeky but bashful smile, bringing a similar one to his own face.

“God, I just can’t help myself—“ Joel cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to meet him as he leaned in for a surprising kiss, your hand finding purchase on his wrist to ground yourself.

“Mm,” you hummed as you pulled away from him earlier than he would’ve liked. “Let’s not stall anymore. Don’t want your mom to think I’m a bad influence.”

“She knows me well enough to know I’m the bad influence, but alright,” he tugged you off towards the restaurant with your hand in his.

As the hostess guided you through the busy dining room, you leaned further into Joel. He didn’t seem to mind the clinginess, his hand letting go of yours so that he could slide an arm around your waist.

“There y’all are!” A stout woman you presumed to be Joel’s mother stood up from the table where the rest of the Millers were seated, a big, dimpled grin on her face that resembled Joel’s.

“Ma,” Joel introduced the two of you by name, his eyes fixed on you as you shook her hand and allowed her to seat you beside her rather than next to Joel like you’d hoped. You gave Joel a nervous look from across the table as he sat himself directly across from you beside his father.

“It is so nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Mary fixed her attention on you. “Joel’s been pretty tight lipped about ya, so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well,” you chuckled nervously, but Joel’s reassuring eyes from across the table helped calm the frenzy of anxiety coursing through your veins. “I’m a teacher, have been for a few years now but this is my second year in Austin.”

You found it surprisingly easy to talk to Mary, her warm smile and sense of humor similar to that of her children and granddaughter. You told her where you grew up, where you’d been before coming to Austin, about what you liked to do in your free time, but mostly you told her the story of how you and Joel came to be.

Across the table, his father continued to remain stern and silent, only mumbling to his boys or to Sarah every now and again to remind them to use their manners. He seemed like a tough egg to crack, and while you were up for the challenge eventually, earning his respect today seemed unlikely.

“Joel, you ever tell her about your singin’?” Tommy spoke up from down the table, his question bringing a blush to Joel’s face.

“Yeah, I mentioned it.” He looked over to you and cracked the most subtle of smirks, no doubt remembering what occurred shortly after.

“Well, you gonna sing for her?” Mary asked with mischief in her tone, bringing an amused smile to your face.

“Not here,” he sassed, tilting his head at her mockingly.

“Why not here?” You prodded with a smirk, your foot finding his calf beneath the table. Joel gave you a chuckle and shook his head. “Oh, come on. Please?”

“Ya know, I pride myself on my ability to not cave into peer pressure,” he retorted with a quirked eyebrow, daring you to challenge him. You bit your lip and looked down at your plate, too flustered by everything him to look him in the eyes—especially given the current company.

“So, Sarah, how are you likin’ the whole dad datin’ your teacher thing?” Tommy asked, and the question earned the attention of the entire table.

“I don’t mind it,” she shrugged. “Maybe I would if it was Mrs. Clarkson from last year.”

“God,” Joel shook his head at the mere idea. “That woman terrified me and I’m a grown man.”

“Oh,” Sarah called your name. “Did you tell dad about Michael?”

“Michael? Who’s…uh, who’s Michael?” Joel’s jealousy was as clear as day, bringing amused grins to almost everyone’s faces aside from the ever stoic Mr. Miller.

“Michael is my student,” you clarified and eased his concern. “A shitty student at that.”

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, he’s—well, I guess I probably shouldn’t be saying this around you, Sarah.”

“I promise I won’t talk about it,” she replied earnestly and you easily caved.

“He is just the absolute worst. And his parents are even shittier,” you lamented with a laugh. “Today he came up to me while Sarah and I were talking at the end of class, and flat out told me that he wasn’t going to be doing the reading log during the break because his mom said so.”

“Why doesn’t he just fake it like everybody else?” Tommy chimed in but quickly received an elbow from his niece.

“I don’t fake my reading logs,” she corrected.

“Yeah…right.” He gave her a sarcastic nod and turned back to you. “I’m just speaking from experience. I never did any of that shit and I turned out…well, I turned out decent.”

“Yeah. Maybe I am being too demanding,” you shrugged, turning back to your plate.

“No,” Joel was quick to interject. “Don’t listen to Tommy—he couldn’t even get into community college. You’re the one who went to school for six years to do this. You know what you’re doin’, that kid’s just a prick.”

You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little bit as he stood up for you, his foot pressed to yours beneath the table acting as a sort of promise that he’d always be here to do this—to remind you of your worth.

“Thank you,” you mouthed just to him. “Anyways, it’s his loss—and yours too, Tommy. Reading is fun.”

Tommy mimicked your smile and chuckled. “I guess I’ll take your word for it.”

“Alright, don’t give your grandma a hard time,” Joel ordered Sarah as he hugged her goodbye in the driveway outside your house.

You watched the scene from the doorway, smiling at the way he swayed her and kissed the top of her head. If only all little girls could grow up with a father like Joel—not flawless, but as close to it as a man could get. There was no denying his love for her and vice versa, and the fact that you were being let into this beautiful family felt like nothing less than an honor.

“Alright, go on,” he ruffled the top of her hair with a playful grin. “I love ya, and I’ll see you Sunday night, alright?”

“Love you too,” she gave him one more hug before turning to you standing up the walkway. With a wave, she wished you goodbye as well, your smile widening at the gesture. “See you!”

“See ya, Sarah!”

Joel met you by the front door and watched Tommy and Sarah pull out of your driveway before he turned to you with an anticipatory grin.

“Well, just us now,” he husked, playfulness thick in his southern drawl.

“Whatever will we do?” you teased, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer.

Joel cradled your cheek and jaw with both hands as he leaned down to kiss you, both of you still wearing your grins through it. Walking you backwards into the house, you giggled into his mouth as you nearly stumbled over before he caught you.

“Clumsy,” he accused in a rasp.

“Your fault,” you countered and he laughed against you.

Joel’s hands traveled to your hips to keep you flush against him as he kicked the front door shut, your smiles fading as the kiss deepened into something so filthy even the humor of the almost-fall couldn’t penetrate it.

“God,” he groaned against your lips as he continued walking you through the living room to your bedroom. “I want you so bad, baby girl. Fuck.”

“Remember what we were talking about earlier?” you purred against his jaw as your kisses trailed down to his neck, Joel’s body pinning you against your open bedroom door. He hummed against you in confirmation and you smiled, taking one of his hands off your waist to guide it beneath the linen of your dress, his breath ragged as his fingertip grazed over your thighs until they reached the soaked lace of your panties. “This is what you do to me, Joel.”

“Jesus fuckin—baby, I need you,” he whimpered and sunk to the floor in front of you, his dark and dreamy eyes peering up at you for permission as he lifted the hem of your dress up. “Can I taste you?”

“God, you never have to ask,” you moaned back, taking the fabric bunched in his hands and holding it for him. Joel’s eyes dropped from yours down to the image right in front of him, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip at the sight of your white lace thong.

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind, baby,” he groaned again, his hands now running up and down the outside of your thighs.

The anticipation could have killed you, your chest heaving and skin prickling with chills from the simple sensation of his breath fanning over the wet spot on your panties, the lust in his eyes. Combing your fingers through his hair, you attempted to silently urge him on and he seemed to pick up on it, his hands sliding back up to your hips to hook into the tiny band of your underwear and slip them down your legs until they were kicked off.

“Baby,” he cooed as you draped one of your knees over his broad shoulders to open yourself up to him, his mouth watering at the sight. “I’m never gonna wanna do anythin’ else but stay right—“ He placed a kiss to your mound and your entire body jerked. “Here.”

His tongue swiped through your folds and you melted against the door behind you, your fingers gripping his hair now as you struggled to stay upright. Joel practically growled at your taste, his hands gripping your thighs as if he was holding on for dear life.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he tensed his tongue to circle your swollen bud until your arousal started to drip down your thighs. “That’s so good.”

Your praise earned you another growl, his tongue now flicking and circling, lapping and sucking against you until your thighs were shaking from the pressure building in your lower stomach.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, baby girl.” He sucked your clit and made you cry out his name. “Yeah, just like that. Keep sayin’ my name, baby. Let everyone know.”

“Joel, fuck!” Your orgasm was imminent, the tingling in your thighs that traveled down to your toes and back up your spine fogging any sense of coherency you may have once had in his presence. “I—fuck, I—“

“I know, baby. Can taste it.” He shook his head and flattened his tongue against your clit, his eyes meeting with yours. You wanted to cry, but the pleasure you were feeling was too consuming. The only thing you could do as Joel sucked your now throbbing bud into his mouth was to cry out his name like a prayer—some sort of wicked salvation that beat out any other holier counterpart. “Come on, baby. Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste it…every fuckin’ drop—“

“Fuck!” You crumpled to the ground, your back sliding against the door until you were kneeling with him on the floor, your body shuddering as you rode out the waves of your euphoria.

Joel was quick to act, guiding you down onto your back while you were still lost in bliss. He kissed your face as if you were his most prized possession, his hands worshipping the curves of your still-clothed body.

“Need you, baby,” he whispered against your jaw as he placed a love bite there, your head nodding to give him consent to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to you after that mind blowing climax he just gave you.

You only heard the clinking of his belt buckle before feeling his cock stretch you open, a choked cry slipping from your lips in time with Joel’s wanton groan. You peeled your eyes open and looked down at the place you were joined, delighting in the fact that neither of you were undressed, the neediness of the moment turning you both feral.

“God damn,” he groaned and let his head hang as he stilled himself deep inside of you after only a few thrusts. “About to embarrass myself. You feel too fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Don’t worry about lasting long,” you stroked his beard. “I just wanna feel you.”

“God, I—” He choked on his words and leaned over your body, propping himself up by his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his jean-clad ass to urge him on, desperate to feel him spill inside of you.

“Want you to cum for me,” you moaned, pressing kisses into the side of his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “Cum inside me—“

“Fuck,” he shouted as his cock thrust into you faster and deeper, your wetness squelching around him and filling the room along with both of your ragged moans. “I’m gonna—fuck, baby. You sure?”

“I’m on birth control, it’s okay,” you promised. Joel lifted his head to look into your eyes, his face scrunched up in something akin to agony but you were sure it couldn’t have been further from it.

“Gonna fill you up, beautiful,” he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. “Gonna have you dripping for me.”

“Yes!” His cock was hitting something inside of you that was making you see stars, your mind going back to that pleasure-dumb state you’d just been lost in, and before you had time to warn him, your walls fluttered in time with his cock spilling inside of you. “I’m coming, Joel, fuck!”

“Me too, baby,” he choked out through a string of profanity and moans. “Fuck, so fuckin’—you’re perfect.”

The two of you stayed there for a while, both of you turned into puddles of post-climactic bliss as you laid in each other’s arms. Joel hissed as he pulled out and rolled over onto the carpet beside you, both of you turning your heads to look at each other with wide, almost childlike grins.

“Be my girlfriend?” Joel choked out, nerves thick in his shaky voice. You laid there speechless for a moment, unsure of how to tell him that ever since you met him you’d been dreaming of the day those words would leave his lips. So, you kept it simple, a smile gracing your face as you reached over to hold his face.

“I would love to.”

[lovely--lover]

Different Paul Dano Charcters as Dads

In honor of Fathers Day I decided to write different Paul Dano characters as dads (in my opinion lol) some of these characters I have not seen yet soooo they will have a ✨ next to them. Let me know if I was even close lol

💜Edward Nashton: Eddie would be excited and scared to have a child. He didn’t have parents and had a bad childhood. He would be scared about being a bad dad. Eddie would be excited because he can give his child the best life one he wished he had. He would finally have a family 🥺 would be the dad that comes and sits on his child's bed randomly “So what are you up to?” and they just roll their eyes at him. 

💜Joby Taylor: what do you think 🙄

💜Brian Wilson:  After leaving his current label and having a family. Brian would be so happy! His first family failed because he was forced to stay away from them. So when he gets a second chance to be a father he would do his best. Teaching his child how to play instruments, lets them sit in the studio while recording, and allows them help write songs. He shows his child how to be passionate and love something fully. Brain would be a fun, patient, and involved father.

💜Tim Klitz: Whenever he doesn't know how to do something he calls Eli (who also does not know but likes to think he does). Klitz worries about his child when they start going to school he doesn't want them to be bullied but he also doesn't want them to be popular. He always helps his child with homework and at nights he reads them to sleep.

💜Brian Weathersby:  He has been waiting his entire life to be a dad. It is his dream! Brian would read parenting books, and blogs and take classes to be the best dad. He would be a very doting dad who would attend every event, support any hobby they have, a goodnight hug every night. He is always there for his child and is a super proud dad with everything his child does and will tell everyone about it. Definitely has multiple pictures on his desk.

✨ Hank Thompson: He would name them Manny and tells them all about his prior ‘adventures’. Not the most responsible dad definitely more of a friend than a parent. Definitely needs therapy before having a kid. 

💜Jay: He will try to raise a mini me. Jay will really emphasize his child's education and expects them to excel and be the top of their class. Disowns them if they drink milk.

✨ Percy Dolarhyde: Would try to sell them or money and blames them for his crimes so he doesn't have to go to jail. 

✨  Calvin Weir-Fields: Tries to write them away when they talk back to him and when he cant he verbally abuses them.

💜 Eli Sunday: Preacher dad! Would have his child attend church every Sunday and welcome the guest inside. They are named after someone from the Bible. Anytime his child talks back or misbehaves he would claim it was the devil taking them over. (That child's religious trauma will be great)

💜 Louis Ives: His child would say hi to people and wave and Louis would too and then lean towards hid kid “Please stop talking to people”

✨ Matt Freeman: I think he’s too young

This wasn't a very serious work it was meant to be short and fun so I hope you liked it! Which Dano Dad do you want?

[raedas]

ellie + aster, canon divergent, in which aster finds a love letter to her signed ellie chu instead of paul munsky, meant to be left unsent but was placed in her locker by mistake. aster reads it. ellie realizes her mistake and scrambles to fish it out and replace it with the real letter from paul after classes, but aster catches her and goes "looking for this?" while holding up the letter. 400+.

Ellie Chu’s world has officially become an unmitigated disaster, and unsurprisingly, it is one hundred percent her fault. 

Okay, so maybe she had known that signing a letter to Aster with her own name was a bad idea, even if she wasn’t planning on ever sending it. And if she wrote the letter anyways, well, there’s only so much self control she can be expected to practice on a daily basis. It was supposed to be harmless, something that Aster would never read, because how would she? Ellie would just keep writing her letters signed off as Paul, and then Paul would be happy and so would Aster, and everything would be perfectly fine. 

Except here they were. With the wrong letter sitting in Aster’s locker, and Ellie left sprinting through the hallways to fix this before it’s too late. 

Wrong letter, can’t let her find out. Wrong letter. Can’t let her find out. Can’t let her find out. Ellie suddenly screeches to a halt as she reaches Aster’s locker, fiddling with the lock to get it to open. She just has to switch out the letters before Aster realizes anything is wrong, it’s fine, she can still salvage this—

“Looking for this?” a painfully familiar voice calls, and Ellie’s head jerks up. 

Because of course, Aster Flores is standing right in front of her, holding up the very letter Ellie had so desperately hoped that she wouldn’t find. “Yes—I mean no—I mean it’s not what it looks like,” Ellie says, scrambling for any excuse she can think of. 

“And what does this look like, exactly?” Aster asks, raising an eyebrow. She doesn’t even look concerned. If anything, the look on her face could be described as amusement. As if this were a fucking game. 

“Well, you’re the one doing the looking, so maybe you should tell me first.” At least this way Ellie won’t potentially end up saying anything more incriminating than the letter already is. 

“Fine, I’ll play along,” Aster agrees. “Here, I’ll sum it up like this. One, you’ve been the one writing these letters all this time.” Ellie gulps, offering nothing more than a single nod in response. She’s dug her own grave; might as well lie in it too. “Two, you started writing letters for Paul because you needed the money, but you stuck with it because you genuinely enjoyed it.” This, at least, is easier to nod along with. 

“Three, you write the letters under Paul’s name, but the words you write are more your own than anything else you’ve written.” And how funny is that, that one of the truest connections Ellie was never really hers to begin with. “Four,” Aster pauses for a moment, a smile creeping onto her face. “You’re too scared to take the step from something really good to make it something great.” 

Oh, Ellie is so done for. 

“And the fifth?” Ellie asks, hesitant. Five bold strokes. That’s what this was all about, wasn’t it? “Well, it’s hardly fair for me to do all the work, is it?” Aster asks, teasingly. So this was a challenge. Ellie could handle a challenge.

“Five,” Ellie begins, and to her credit, her voice barely even shakes. “I’m a little bit in love with you.”

[runwithwolvcs]

Right Where You Left Me

PROLOGUE

Saskia Summerhill is seventeen going on thirty seven, with more responsibility than she knows how to handle, the mistakes she makes feel like life or death consequences. A sister depends on her, a mother who wishes she had more time, a father who doesn't know how to cope and a neighbour with his own secrets, Saskia can't help but feel like an outsider in her life. As she navigates life in La Push, the threats from beyond the treaty line begin to slowly creep in.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Death, Alcohol, Canon Violence, eventual smut

starts at new moon and loosely follows canon

3:55 pm, my phone read.

Thirty five more minutes, I think to myself as I tap my pen on the desktop.

It’s been nearly an hour of going over Paul Lahotes assignment details, correcting his grammar and punctuation and trying to figure where the hell he got the information for his essay from. But from the constant breaks of him eyeing Beth Cradell from across the library and him checking his phone, the bare minimum was done on his end.

“Look, Paul, we’re both wasting our time here.” I try to gently say that this arrangement wasn’t going to work. I knew working with him would be a challenge, whether that be from his incessant flirting or the fact that he was the teammate of my ex boyfriend, Calian. God knows what they talk about in the locker room or on the soccer pitch.

“Woah, no, no. I need you, I need this.” he said, gesturing between the two of them. I’ve been assigned to tutor Paul for extra credit. My advisor said it would look good on college applications next year, but to me, it looks like a giant headache. He’s like a goddamn golden retriever, unable to focus on anything but everything surrounding him.

“Then focus. This essay is terrible, it doesn’t make sense and I couldn’t even tell you what class it was for.” I say, tossing the paper back onto the desk.

“Tell me how you really feel.” he said, blowing out a sigh, but his focus isn’t on me, or his assignment. 

I watch as he eyes Beth as she walks by again, “I’m leaving.”

“No, Saskia, I’m sorry. Please help me.” he pleads as I start packing up my things, “I need at least a C on this to stay on the team.”

“I’m not a miracle worker.” I tell him, though I wish I was. It would make this a lot easier.

“You can come over to mine, I’ll be less distracted. Promise.”

“That may have worked on Kelsie, but it’s not going to work with me.” 

Kelsie had been his last tutor before I had been assigned to him. Long story short, they hooked up and like the dog Paul was, he dropped her for the next girl who batted her eyelashes at him. Kelsie dropped him whether, from embarrassment or self preservation, nobody knows. Now I have the pleasure of dealing with him every Tuesday for an hour and a half. As if living next door to him wasn’t bad enough.

“I’m not trying to hookup with you.” Paul reassured, before back tracking, “I mean, unless you want to, I’ve heard great things.”

I scoff, “Forty bucks and I’ll get you a B.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I’ll write the stupid essay, but not for free.” I press, we both know he doesn’t want to put in the work and this would be so much easier for the both of us.

“Deal.”

--

Rereading the papers in my hands one more time to make sure there were not major mistakes, before opening the curtains to my window. The house across from mine, with direct view into his bedroom, belonged to Paul Lahote and his father. He had moved in when we were eight, just him and his dad. Our families never typically interacted, especially not in the last year with my parents being so caught up in their own worlds.

I open my window all the way before leaning over and knocking on his. He was quick to draw the blinds, standing at the window shirtless, with his grey sweatpants low on his hips with a raised eyebrow. 

“Can I help you?”  he asks after opening his window. He was leaning forward on his own window sill, mirroring myself. He’s not the first boy I’ve seen shirtless, but it still didn’t stop me from letting my eyes roam secretly.

I extend my arm out, holding both his original essay and the one I wrote in my hands, “Here's your essay.”

“You're done already?” he asked, looking at the stapled bundle of papers in his hand

“It’s certificate level English, it wasn’t hard.”

“You’ll get your money once I get the grade.” Paul tells me and I gape at him, wanting to reach back over and snatch the essay from his hands.

“Are you kidding me?”

“You said B, I’m expecting a B.”

“Fuck you.” I rasp, this was so not the deal.

“Ask nicely.” Paul says, shooting me a smirk and I flip him off before taking a step back from the window sill and pull the screen down, quickly shutting the curtains and subsequently the view of the boy next door disappears.

--

It isn’t until a week later that Paul gets his grade back, a B+. He had knocked on my window to pay me like promised. That was the last time we spoke, between him having soccer practice and me having my own responsibilities, neither of us could make it to our Tuesday tutoring session. Thursdays I tutor Kalista Forde, and now as I walk home in the rain, I regret not cancelling on her too.

Cars pass me as I walk the familiar streets, my feet soaked and my hands frozen. A blue, old pickup truck slows beside me, and I know who it belongs to.

“Get in.” I hear him say, I look in Paul's direction, his shoulder length hair wet, but his clothes were dry. At this moment I am extremely jealous of him.

“No.” I say with a shake of my head, getting into his car would not look good on my end. I can picture the anger on my fathers face as the ‘Lahote boy you need to stay away from’ drops me off. I don’t know where the opinion came from, but I was not one to blatantly go against my fathers word.

“There's a storm warning you know.”

“I don’t care.” I remark, it’s not like I’m not already soaked.

“You’re not walking home in this.” he tries again.

“Why do you care?”I ask, though I don’t know if I want to hear his reasoning.

“I got a B, I can stay on the team,”

“What does that have to do with me walking home in the rain?”

“You did me a solid, now I’m just trying to return the favour.”

I think about his words. He owes me a favour. I think about the ride, the stress that I’m under at the ripe age of seventeen, the weight of my family's issues on my back. I also think about Kelsie, she’s smart, maybe even smarter than me, and she was destroyed after her love affair with Paul Lahote. Shouldn’t every seventeen year old girl get to experience that? 

Calian, he doesn’t count. I don’t think I ever really cared about him, he was just nice to have around. Someone to talk to whenever I needed it, but in terms of sexual needs, he didn’t quite make the cut, which is ironic considering he cheated on me and not the other way around. Maybe Paul will.

I sigh and round the front of the truck, climbing into the passengers side, forwardly asking, 

“Does your offer still stand?”

He eyes my wet frame, my t shirt clinging to my body, leaving little to the imagination.

“What about Calian?’ he pauses and shakes his head, “He’s my teammate.”

Ouch.

“Forget it,” I say, making a move to exit the car, only to be stopped by his hand on my wrist. 

“My dad's home.” He tells me and I nod in understanding.

“So is mine.”

“Truck it is then.” he smirks and puts the gear in drive, as I try not to think about which girls he’s had in the back of his truck.

Finding an empty parking lot wasn’t hard giving the storm that was rolling through, being on my knees in the back of Pauls truck, that was hard. I could practically feel the bruises forming already.

“You know, Cal talked a big game about you.” his fingers raking through my short hair as I knelt in the cab of the truck, unbuttoning his jeans. 

“You sure he wasn’t talking about Vanessa.” I said bitterly. She’s just a friend, Cal had told me.

“No, it was definitely you.” Paul forces me to look up at him, “Said he didn’t like your hair ‘cuz it was too short to pull.”

I wanted to laugh, not the genuine kind. The kind of laugh when you are let down by someone you used to trust. The long locs of hair I had once had, had been chopped to just below my chin. Though I had wanted to do it, there was more reasonign behind it. Reasons I had only told Calian about.

“Fuck off.”

“His words, not mine.” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I like your hair. How it falls in your face and you struggle to keep it behind your ear.” Paul says as he tucks my hair behind my ear as he speaks.

“I’m already on my knees, you don’t need to sweet talk me.”

“It's part of the process.” he says with a smirk. I hate that smirk.

“The process?”

“Yeah,” licks his lips as I palm him through his jeans, “Make your girl feel special, sweet talk her, eat her out, whatever it is, and then she’ll never say no when you call her for a fun night.”

“You eat pussy?” I ask, with wide eyes, he had to be lying. Maybe that's why all the girls at school fawn over him. It’s definitely not his attitude.

“You sound shocked.” he says, though I can tell he finds it amusing.

“Well yeah, you're kind of a selfish prick.” I tell him honestly.

He leaned forward, cupping my jaw as he pressed his lips to mine.

Paul pulled me off my knees and onto his lap, my legs straddling him as he moved his hands to grip my ass. I rock my hips forward against his, causing him to groan against my lips and me to smile in satisfaction. He makes quick work of removing the shirt that's practically stuck to my skin. Pauls hands begin to roam the new territory, his lips reaching where they could in our position.

A phone starts ringing and I know it's mine, reaching for it while Paul sucks on my neck. I quickly check the caller ID quickly as Paul mutters, “Let it ring,” against my neck.

“I can’t, it's my little sister.” I say as I hit the answer, pressing the phone to my ear, “What is it, Delta.”

“Dad needs to take mom to the doctor, she keeps throwing up.” I listened to my sister's quiet voice, “He doesn’t want me to go with him so he’s waiting until you get here.”

“Okay, um,” I stutter, looking at Paul who was patiently waiting for the phone call to end, the hand he had on her back playing with the clasp of her bra, “I’ll be there in ten minutes, ‘kay?”

“Promise?” Delta asked,

“I promise.” I said before bidding her goodbye and hanging up the phone. “I have to go,” I say quietly, collecting my top off the floor of the truck.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

“You don’t need to do this, the process or whatever you call it, okay?” I tell him, throwing my still wet tshirt back on my body.

“I’m not, you just look worried.” 

“Please stop talking.” I say as I open the door and hop out, reaching into the passenger for my backpack.

He scoffs but reminds her, “I’m driving you, Saskia.”

“My dad would kill me.”

“We’re neighbours.”He reminds me, also adding, “And you tutor me.”

“Fine, but you need to keep your mouth shut to your little teammates about today, got it?” I ask while getting into the passenger seat and buckling up.

“Nothing happened.” he nodded, “My offer still stands, just ask.”

“I doubt I will.” I say as he starts the truck.

The drive is short and silent, the only sound between the two of us is the rain hitting the roof. It’s peaceful. I didn’t know he could be focused on one thing for longer than five minutes, but here we are, pulling into his driveway and he has yet to take his eyes off the road to gaze at me. 

“Thanks for the ride.” I speak quietly before quickly exiting and heading for my house.

“Saskia,” he called out to me, and I turned to look at him, “I could use your help with an assignment tomorrow, if you’re available.”

“I’ll let you know.” I call back, and he nods in response before I turn around and take the steps two at a time. My dads waiting for me as I enter the house and from the look on his face, I know it’s not good.

“You were supposed to be home an hour ago.” he chastised.

“I was tutoring.” I remind him, Tuesdays and Thursday, every week for the past year and he still manages to forget. Though today had a bit of a detour, he didn’t need to know that.

“Your mom and I are counting on you to help out with your sister, Saskia.” he reminds me and all I feel is guilt.

“I know, dad. We ran late, it won’t happen again.”

[strwbryfeels]

A few months ago, I listened to Working Class Hero and had a fleeting curiosity that went a little something like "is this about Paul?" Finally, after many a sleepless night, I composed this very rambly mess of my thoughts on the song, (mostly) line for line. This is all just speculation and thinking aloud. <3

My basic thought on WCH is that it’s John singing to/about Paul (and, to a lesser extent, himself). 

As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small

I think this is a pretty broad statement and could apply to just about anyone, especially the working class, which this song claims to be directed toward. And I think it can apply directly to John and Paul as well. John’s father left at an early age, his mother was unable to take care of him, he stayed with his Aunt Mimi who was very rigid (x), teachers often got onto him and wrote him up for bad behavior (x), etc. Paul was the eldest of two sons and at the age of 14, his mother passed away, which – understandably – caused emotional damage that has followed Paul around ever since. He took on the duties in the McCartney household that would be typical of a mother or older sister during this time period. Jim hitting him couldn’t have made it any easier to cope with the loss of his mother and developing his self-esteem / a secure self-image. In short, they both had difficult, emotionally strenuous childhoods. They were made to feel like they had no control in their lives. They both reacted quite differently to this. John leaned toward being more rebellious (hence the trouble in school), whereas, for Paul, this manifested as trying to seem well-put-together to outsiders.

Till the pain is so big, you feel nothing at all

This is the direct response of the tumultuous upbringings both men experienced. John numbed himself to feeling anything, especially after the death of his mother, Julia. And when his close friend Stuart died, he wouldn’t allow himself to be vulnerable enough to let out tears (x, x). Throughout his life, he struggled with addiction and substance abuse, and explained in 1971 that “I think if people are allowed to be a bit more free and express themselves, they wouldn’t have to inhibit themselves by taking drugs to not be hurt. People take drugs and drink so as they don’t feel what’s going on around them (x).” Paul himself battled with addiction throughout the 60s and onward – most notable was his use of cocaine during 1967, which he has said himself he enjoys the literal numbing effect of (x).

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

Neither John nor Paul had the best relationships with school or teachers. More specifically, though, Paul has described teachers as “perverts”, and his father seemed not to defend him when he thought he was mistreated by authority figures in the school setting (x). 

They hate you if you’re clever…

John is known for being witty and sly and having a mouth that got him into trouble. 

...and they despise a fool.

The Fool is an archetype that many associate with Paul, an obvious result of his song "The Fool On The Hill" from Magical Mystery Tour. He has explained that he got the inspiration for this song from the tarot card, The Fool, which represents "the innocent" – the fool appears here in WCH, and is a recurring symbol in John's and Paul's songs. I think Paul saw The Fool as something he wished to be more like. Paul, I believe, saw himself as somehow tainted or guilty (by drugs, by the way other people treated him, by his own identity, etc.), and thus perceived the image of The Fool as something he hoped to portray, especially during the 60s. I also would like to mention that The Fool can represent new beginnings, starting over, and believing that the universe will put you where you need to be. The Fool is often the protagonist in the story outlined in the tarot deck. It is labeled as card zero in the deck.

They’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years

I don't have much to add to this except that Paul was around twenty years old when he chose John over his father, Jim (x).

Then they expect you to pick a career

Paul has been asked many times what he would have been if music hadn’t worked out. He has contemplated being a lorry/truck driver, a teacher, and his mother wanted him to be a doctor, while his father would have loved for him to be a scientist. But, in the end, he always said that there was nothing else he wanted to do more than music; John also has been asked that same question, only to respond by saying that he wanted to be rich, but, mostly, he wanted to make music, to be a Beatle (x). Also: (x).

Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and tv

This line reminds me specifically of the "more popular than Jesus" article (yes, the one that Americans blew way out of proportion and burned records and threatened The Beatles over). It was written by Maureen Cleave, a friend of the group; she wrote four different articles, one for each of the members to describe little bits of their lives. The article she wrote about John described what a typical day may look like for him, and it described him as "the laziest person in England" and as being surrounded by material belongings that hold fairly little substance: "One feels that his possessions – to which he adds daily – have got the upper hand…" In the article, the conversation of religion also comes up, which later became a huge controversy throughout their 1966 American tour. "If I'd said television is more popular than Jesus, I might have got away with it. I pointed out that fact in reference to England: that we meant more to kids than Jesus did. Or religion. At that time. I wasn't knocking it or putting it down, I was just saying it as a fact. And it sort of- it is true, especially more for England than [the U.S.] (x)." Reading the article and listening to John talk about it afterwards only strengthens the connection to that controversy in The Beatles' careers and what he was describing in WCH. It seems that he believed religion and TV were used to keep people in a sedated mindset, essentially making them easy to control – being fed certain media, causing them to be numb or unaware of the world around them / different perspectives, etc. As for the mention of sex, I believe this relates more to Paul, who was known to live the bachelor lifestyle throughout the 60s, whereas, during the same time period, John is not known to have had as many casual sexual relationships with women (x).

And you think you’re so clever and classless and free

I think this could be a rag on Paul, who often surrounded himself with people who were from higher social standings than the one from which he came (x). 

But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

But John calls him out, saying that – deep down – Paul is still the same working class person he has always been, no matter the people he spends his time with or the amount of money he has, etc. I think this could also be a dig at Paul's wife Linda, who John wasn't very fond of (x).

“There’s room at the top,” they are telling you still

I believe this is John calling out Paul's habit of constantly aspiring to fit in with higher class people.

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

And this is John kind of saying that, in order to make it to the figurative top of society, Paul must put on a façade that has the ability to sever other, more genuine relationships.

If you want to be like the folks on the hill

Sounds oddly similar to "the fool on the hill" + it's a reference to the fact that Paul is still on a seemingly asinine, endless journey to become something he isn't.

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me

Calling for Paul to return to John, to follow him again instead of people like Tara or Jane or Robert or Linda. I think, possibly, this is an attempt to remind Paul that he and John are more alike than anyone else. And that there's no purpose in following someone who doesn't get him.

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

--

Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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[theclearwaters]

Heyy! What are some of your favourite twilight headcannons?

Whew, Anon. Being a veteran of HMS Blackwater means I have Many Thoughts, but the first one is always that line in Book 3 of BD about Leah officially becoming Jacob’s second-in-command and feeling the need to check in with him often. 

(This is more essay than headcanon, and a poorly written one at that. And on reflection, probably not what you thought you���d receive when you sent this ask. You’re a damn hero if you make it to the end.)

So . . . 

Before Jacob imprints on Regurgitate, he and Leah have a conversation about what is going to happen After. She tells him that she wants to stay with him, she’s the happiest she’s been in years, etc etc etc. Leah Has Plans. She’s going to get a job away from La Push, she’s going to take some classes at a community college and work on quitting her wolf, and being in Jacob’s pack is going to give her the peace she needs to be able to get on with that. She’ll go wherever she wants, he can go where he wants, they’ll put Seth back in school so he can graduate, everyone is happy. 

(You know, those pages and pages of Blackwater groundwork that Meyer laid before yeeting it out of the window for a baby. Nevermind that line from Jacob a few chapters later about not having to be alone because Leah is strong enough to stay with him. For MONTHS AND YEARS.)

Anyway, then Jacob imprints. And if you subscribe to the idea that all imprint bonds must be romantic (because Meyer says they don’t have to be but then proceeds to give us absolutely nothing to prove otherwise), that means Jacob is pretty much stuck with the Cullens for the rest of his unnatural life i.e. eternity because he got the immortal imprint. At some point or another, he’s going to have to leave with them because they might have solved the Charlie problem but they can’t stay in Forks forever.

I started a fic about Leah leaving with him, because Reasons, but in truth I don’t really see it happening. I imagine her still checking in with him post-BD, probably whilst still working towards the things she wants to do, but she never really gets over her hatred for Bella or the Cullens because of what they’ve done to him (intentionally or not) and so she sticks around a lot longer than she planned. Because it’s Jacob, and he’s worth following, and she’s his Beta which means it’s pretty much her responsibility to look after him because the Cullens sure aren’t going to - at least, not the way she thinks he deserves or needs.

(I also think that quitting phasing doesn’t mean quitting your pack, you’re in that shit for life, but that’s another rant.)

So, the Cullens leave. Jacob has no choice. He has to go with them. 

Leah Is Pissed. She takes to turning up in New Hampshire or Alaska, wherever the Cullens have put down roots for a couple years, and she drags Jacob back to La Push when he’s been gone so long that Billy is starting to forget what he looks like, or for Rachel and Paul’s wedding, or whenever she thinks he’s starting to sound a little off in his thoughts and she decides he needs to be reminded there’s a life outside Rasputin / the Cullens.

Sometimes she takes him elsewhere. Gives him a few days to start smelling like himself again and keeps him away until being away from his imprint starts making him itch. She reminds him how to be human (because surely spending all his time with eight vampires and Regret is going to give him some bad habits), reminds him that he never wants to imprint and that he once believed in Free Will and Choice. Sometimes Seth joins them, or Embry and Quil, maybe she starts to send the boys in her place because she has begun to Feel Things (maybe she always did) and that scares the shit out of her. Only she’s too worried about Jacob and misses him and needs her pack, so she doesn’t stay away for too long.

A couple years pass this way. Maybe more. Leah does all the things she wants to do: graduates from college, gets a job, starts Living, but she still Shows Up. Even when Jacob thinks he’s doing okay, all things considered, it seems she appears, but Leah has a sixth sense about these things and turns out she’s pretty much always right. For all he didn’t want to be Alpha, he always feels better when he has his pack around. 

Once or twice, he asks her to stay with him. Properly. She always says no. But she loves Jacob more than she hates the Cullens, so perhaps she suffers a few nights on occasion until he worries he’s being selfish and knows he needs to let her get back to her life. He’s got his with his imprint.

Breaking point is when Billy dies, or when Rental reaches maturity and starts pursuing Jacob and he just feels that it’s not right, maybe he always has but he has to be and do whatever his imprint wants, can’t be away from her, so he’s screwed. But whatever Leah has been doing for him has worked, enough that he has this realisation something needs to give, and for the first time ever - after Rejection tries to kiss him, perhaps - he leaves of his own accord and seeks Leah out. Surprises her for once by interrupting her day. 

And then - cliffhanger. This ran away with me but there are SO MANY possibilities. I don’t care if he rejects the imprint and his relationship with Leah becomes romantic, or they’re just BFF, I just care that he gets to choose. 

TLDR: BLACKWATER! 😭😭😭

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Now... lets imagine something: Peck slowly falling for his new coleague/assistant because she is the only person who is nice to him/tries to know him better in all of Omega.

At the end of Forsaken they're both going for that island and god knows what will happen to them 🥴

🧿👄🧿 I seriously had to put my phone down for a second and take a BREATH because this ask is just that powerful 😭😭🙏🏻 Ofc I had to write a whole ass fic, so sorry this took some time but I want you to know that ily Peck anon 🥺💝

That assistant part is HITTING tho, I must say. As the great Paul McCartney once sang in Temporary Secretary: "Mister Kravchenko Marks can you find for me, someone strong and sweet fitting on my knee" 😌

This is going to need chapters, so here's the first.

Temporary Secretary | Chpt 1

Dr Peck x fem!reader

Chpt 2

Tw: language and a little bit of medically accurate grossness around Peck's post gouged out eye, but really nothing serious at all tbh

The wall clock ticks away, slowly counting off the seconds, minutes, and hours in the lab. Dr William Peck alternates methodically between scratching away on the giant chalk board, and keying information into the nearby Omega terminal.

It's been a few weeks now since he's been ordered to find a way to deal with the Forsaken threat. What a fucking project, huh? And if that's not bad enough, they're already barking up his tree for some progress and results.

He may be a world class genius, but that's not exactly the same thing as a miracle worker.

Peck itches the small strip of skin under his eye patch band. The Colonel has already made it abundantly clear as to how Omega repays failure. Suffice to say, he's in a hurry to meet their demands. Ludicrous as they are...

As he toils away, he hardly notices the metallic grating of the laboratory doors. However, the sound of Kravchenko's voice certainly doesn't escape him, "Doctor, a moment please"

The Colonel does not make requests, that much he knows. He bites back a snide remark and turns his attention around. Kravchenko is accompanied by a single guard and a young woman dressed rather nicely. She seems to be either shy, or a little afraid. Too early to tell.

Kravchenko gruffly motions you forward, "I'm sure you've read my message from yesterday, and as promised here is your new assistant. I trust this arrangement will speed along results for Omega from you soon"

With that, he takes a few files for his own documentation and leaves. Damn. He didn't read anything about a "new assistant". Although, he did find it a little suspicious when he came to see a new desk in his lab all of a sudden this morning...

Whatever, he has better things to be doing right now then getting to know this Soviet drone.

You introduce yourself while the doctor works with his back to you.

"Uh huh, that's great"

A little taken aback by his response, you try one more time to be polite and ask if there's anything you can do for him. He's silent for just a moment this time, perhaps actually considering the statement.

"I don't know, why don't you make some fucking coffee or something. Black. No sugar. And don't burn it", he barely gives you the time of day as he scribbles away at some equations.

"Of course, doctor"

The rest of the work day drags on... You spend most of it milling around the room or straightening and re straightening your desk as the doctor conducts his test runs and completes his calculations.

You didn't get anything even close to a thank you, but at least he drank the coffee.

To your credit, you stay long after what is necessary and don't leave until you're dismissed. Peck of course continues his work, long into the night after you're gone.

The florescent lights around him blaze on, so that you'd hardly know it's after midnight. He takes a break from his chalk and his keyboard to head into his little side office. Peck removes his eye patch with agitation, tossing it aside onto his fine oak desk as he struts to the small powder room tucked into the back.

He jerks the faucet on and grabs some gauze pads from the jar nearby. Fuck, his eye has been seeping for over an hour. He sneers into the mirror, quiet the contrast to the gentle swipes of the warm, wet gauze he uses across his closed eye.

Sticky, cloudy clumps of mucus and blood come away from the wound. It's wouldn't be as bad as it is now if he'd do this regularly, but... God does he hate doing it. It's funny how this alone is enough to make him question if all this is worth it.

A normal person may soon be able to get over the loss of their eye, but someone like him needs to be able to take in an much information as he can. Sometimes he questions if he really is working slower because of it.

No, he knows he is.

In this line of work, even the few seemingly inconsequential seconds it costs him can make all the difference.

When it's all cleaned up, he looks at his reflection, both eyes open. Surrounded by all the quiet, he thinks of his Martha. It's been a long time since he's thought of her. She left him, you know. At least, that's the part of the story he prefers to focus on.

But there's so much he misses about her.

She was the worst when it came to feeding his ego. She'd tell him all the time how smart and how handsome he is. He cups a hand to the side of his face, long thick fingers tracing their way down from his missing eye to his puffy, baby face jaw.

Statistically speaking, that's a lie. There's loads of studies and research to show that in truth, he's average looking at best. Hmp, that was perhaps the one area of knowledge he chose not to correct her on.

He wonders if she'd say those things to him now.

Probably not.

She's the reason he did all this in the first place. All he wanted was to give her a better, nicer life. She'd always say things are better then she could ever have dreamed of, but he never believed in "good enough". There's always room for better.

He thought she'd understand, but... Well. It would appear he miscalculated. By then, it was too late.

Is it wrong that he just want to forget her? A few months ago he sent her some flowers and a card for Valentine's, just a little "I'm sorry" or something. She sent them back. Accompanied by a polite and almost cheery little note explaining that she was seeing someone new and didn't feel right accepting them.

That's just like her. So fucking sweet and considerate.

Coming out of his thoughts, he puts on a fresh eye patch in place of the old one on his desk, currently saturated with gunk. He watches his reflection with something like distain.

He never deserved her.

Besides, clearly she's moved on. Why shouldn't he?

He can't seem to find an answer to that. Eventually, he summons the strength to trudge back out to the lab. The sooner he gets back to work, the sooner he can stop thinking about all this.

Instead, he reflects back on today. That was a neat miss run in with Kravchenko this morning. He wasn't exactly looking forward to whatever punishment would be awaiting him for not staying on top of work related updates like that.

Either way, when he pulled up with you in tow, it was bound to be unexpected regardless considering he'd never made any mention of needing help or an assistant before. He works best alone. Besides, he doesn't need anyone messing up his work flow or peace and quiet.

Although... He has to admit, he hardly noticed you all day. And that coffee was really good too. Maybe the Colonel is right. Maybe it would be nice to have an extra set of hands. And eyes.

Plus, now he can focus on the important things, instead of menial tasks and housekeeping.

...Not that it's all that neat around here to begin with.

You arrive in the lab right on time that morning. The heavy metal door beeps open in response to your ID as you push your way in. To your surprise, the lights are still on as though they've been that way all night.

"Hello?", perhaps the doctor came in early? You venture a little further in to find a lone figure face planted on the big, metal desk by the chalk boards.

Dr Peck snores softly amidst a mountain of papers, his lab coat discarded over the back of his chair. In truth, you're hear to help speed him along yes, but also to keep an eye on him and make sure he stays working. But... He's only human.

You click off about half the florescents, creating a soft dim in the room. Your heels click quietly as you make your way across the tile floor, coming to a stop right behind the doctor's chair. You pull his lab coat up over his shoulders and turn to go make some coffee, black but with a pinch of sugar, since he seemed to like it so much yesterday.

Well, as much as the infamous Dr Peck can like anything that isn't his own.

In the meantime, you decide to straighten up some paperwork around the lab and get to sorting his emails and calls.

You even wash his crusted up eye patch from these desk. He'll probably be needing a clean one today anyway.

And by the time he wakes up... There's a fresh cup of coffee waiting for him.

[stylesluxx]

waiting – p.lahote

[warnings: poorly written angst and like one swear]

summary: in which y/n is tired of waiting for paul | requested!

word count: 2,688

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Paul moved in next door when you were eight, so you can't say that you knew him your whole life but it felt like it. You two were inseparable. If people saw Paul, they saw you. The only time you two might be separated is when you're in your respective homes, but even then Paul stayed at your house a lot.

When your parents went through their divorce, Paul was your shoulder to cry on. His parents went through a divorce and that's how he ended up in La Push. He knew the sadness you were feeling and was always there. He's the main reason you wanted to stay with your dad, so you'd still be neighbors. Your mom was only moving to Seattle but you didn't think you could be away from Paul.

While your parents were separating and settling everything, you two would have movie nights, dinner dates, walks, literally anything that would distract you from whatever was happening at home. He was always the one to initiate it and he was so thoughtful. He was your anchor.

And when he was getting into more and more arguments with his dad, you'd sneak him in so he could sleepover and clear his head. Paul was always easily angered but it just got worse as he grew up, so the arguments got more and more intense. The fights became so frequent that your dad eventually found out you were sneaking him in but he never questioned it, just told you that you didn't have to sneak him in anymore. And if it was a school night, Paul would leave early the next morning, so that he could get ready and walk back to your house since you were his ride.

It was one of those days. He left around 6:30 to go shower and eat but was back at your house at 7:30 on the dot.

"You okay? You look sick," You asked him.

His face was red but he wasn't angry, and his eyes were low as if he were tired.

"I don't feel good. I don't feel sick but I just feel weird. I saw my dad and just I don't know... felt disgusted. I don't know. Let's just go," He tried to articulate but failed.

He trudged over to your car and got in the passenger seat. You followed and got in the driver's side, starting the car but not pulling off right away. You sat for a second and looked over at him.

"Do you want to stay home? I'm sure Dad wouldn't mind," You asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"No, I'm okay," He huffed and looked out his window.

You hesitantly nodded before putting your seatbelt on and pulling off.

Once you got to the school, you both got out of the car and grabbed your bags. As you walked toward the building, you wanted to reach for him and wrap an arm around his waist like you normally did but decided against it.

You went to your lockers and then met back in homeroom, where he immediately rested his head on the desk. And within seconds he was quietly snoring, making you chuckle and shake your head.

The rest of the day went by like this until you were in algebra. The other teachers had let Paul rest but this one wasn't having it with him today. He had been pestering Paul to wake up every ten minutes and you understood why but you also just wanted him to leave your friend alone; he was clearly having a rough day.

You were working on a problem when Paul shot up from his seat next to you and started to make his way to the door. Startled, you didn't say anything and just settled with the thought that maybe he was going to grab some water. But the teacher wasn't going to let him slip away that easy. You sighed and started packing up you and Paul's things; you knew this probably wouldn't end well.

"Mister Lahote, you can't just walk out of class," His words stopped Paul, whose hand was on the doorknob.

"Who's gonna stop me?" Paul challenged and turned back to face the teacher who was looking beyond awestruck.

"Paul, relax," You spoke up and quickly walked over to him, his bag on one shoulder and your bag on the other.

"No, he's been bothering me all-"

"Okay, let's go," You cut him off and dragged him out of the classroom.

You gave the teacher an apologetic look but caught the eye of Jared Cameron. He wasn't someone you'd talk to on a regular but he also wasn't someone you avoided. You looked away, assuming he was just another nosy classmate, nothing more.

"Hey what's wrong with you? You can't just snap at teachers like that!" You scolded Paul but he just rolled his eyes as if he were being reprimanded by a parent.

"I need to go," He said and took his bag from your shoulder.

"We only have two more periods left," You tried to reason. "We can hang out in the library for the rest of algebra-"

"I need to go."

His voice was solid and unwavering so you knew there was no arguing with him.

"Alright, I'll take you. Come on."

You took the risk and reached to hold on to his wrist as you walked out of the building. He didn't protest and only pulled away once you got to the car.

"My house or yours?" You asked him once you got close to home.

"Mine."

You simply nodded and pulled into his driveway. It was weird that he didn't want to go hang out at your house but today wasn't the day to question him.

"I'll be back after school," You told him and watched as he got out the car.

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it before shutting the door behind him and walking into his house.

A small smile graced your face as you drove back to the school and carried through for the rest of the day. You thought it meant that he'd be okay and maybe he was already starting to feel better. You didn't think it meant he'd disappear for weeks.

You arrived back at his house after school, knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell feverishly but you never got a response.

"Alright well, I'll just leave your homework here then. See you tomorrow? Text me," You sighed and set the papers down.

You placed a rock on top of the papers so they wouldn't fly away and walked back to your car.

Maybe he was sleeping or maybe he went out. But his truck was there. It never crossed your mind that he was ignoring you, especially since you did nothing to him.

The next morning came and it was radio silence from Paul. It was 7:30 and he still wasn't at your house. Maybe he got into a fight with his dad and was running late. But he always texted you when he was going to be late, no matter what. If he was a minute late, you'd get a text. But today you got nothing. It was 7:40 when you texted him, saying you'd leave with or without him at 7:50.

You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt since he had a rough day yesterday but it was hard when he didn't communicate with you.

At 8:00, you stood up from the couch and turned the tv off. You walked to the door and snatched your bag from off the floor and stormed out the house, slamming the door shut behind you.

If there was anything you hated, it was your time being wasted and your kindness being taken for granted.

Your spot was still empty when you got to school but you didn't see Paul's truck. So he must've still been home. And Paul wasn't the type to come late. If he was already an hour behind, he just wasn't going.

It was weird spending a month looking for someone you were usually attached at the hip to. For a month, he wasn't in school and his truck never moved from his driveway. You tried texting and calling but the texts never delivered and you were always sent straight to voicemail. And you didn't want to ask his dad where he was simply because you didn't like him so at this point you didn't even know if he was alive.

Friday morning, Paul walked through the main doors, Jared Cameron by his side, laughing up a storm and looking smug.

You wanted to confront him, you really did, but seeing him so happy halted you where you stood. After seeing how miserable he was the last time you saw him, you didn't want to bother him. And if he had to be away from you to be happy, you'd accept it, even if you were stuck in a void.

You never really sat down and processed how Paul's absence affected you. But seeing him, everything was starting to crumble. He left and it was so abrupt and unwarranted. You questioned if it was something you did even though you knew you didn't do anything. Maybe you weren't there for him in the way he needed you to be. The way Jared supposedly was. You were angry, sad, and confused but at the same time, you were relieved. It was good to see him safe but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were unwanted.

For a month it felt like you were drifting away, here but not really. And now it felt as if you were sinking and quickly.

You pulled your hood on over your head and slammed the locker shut. You walked to homeroom, weaving in and out of people so you could get a spot in the back of the classroom.

Sitting in your usual spot was no longer an option since it seemed like Paul was avoiding you at all costs. And if he wants to play that game, you can play it ten times better.

Avoiding Paul was easy since he seemed he wasn't even worried about you. But avoiding all the eyes of your nosy classmates was a task itself.

At lunch, you couldn't even stay in the lunchroom. It was as if everyone was talking about you and Paul. You heard a few theories about why you weren't close anymore, all of which were silly. You overhead people saying that you finally confessed your feelings for him and he rejected you so now you're avoiding each other. But that one wasn't nearly as popular as the theory that Paul ditched you to go join a gang and do drugs.

It was all so tiring and eye-roll worthy, so you got up, tossed the food that you barely touched away, and walked out the lunchroom, not bothering to look back at all the eyes you knew were on you.

You started toward the lobby for the school, deciding it was time to go home. You should've figured it was going to be a bad day once you saw that Paul's truck wasn't in the driveway when you left for school.

You were halfway through the parking lot when you were stopped by someone calling your name.

"For fuck's sake," You mumbled to yourself and turned around.

It was a senior named Zander. While Paul was still your friend, he made it very clear how much he didn't like the older boy. He always just said he gives off weird vibes whenever you asked why he didn't like him. But now that you're standing in front of him, you completely understood what Paul meant.

"Hey," He said as he jogged toward you and when he stopped you finally got a good look at him.

His brown hair was styled into a quiff and his brown eyes pierced into with fake concern. Paul's eyes always matched his intentions, he was never one to fake anything. And despite Paul ghosting you, you were looking for him to come and save you.

"I'm sorry about what happened with Lahote," He continued.

At first, you were shocked by his boldness but you decided it'd be best to play dumb and mess with him.

"What happened with him?" You asked and titled your head to play the confused role perfectly.

"He like ditched you and joined a gang," He spoke as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

"He ditched me? It's weird that you know more about my life than I do," You were being sarcastic but the boy in front of you just wasn't getting it.

"Well, enough about him. I was wondering if you'd let me take you on a date."

You were truly dumbfounded now. The jump from gossip to dates gave you whiplash. In what world did he think that that was a good segway?

"Uh... I'm actually really busy. I just started a new job that I'm already running late to so I'll see you-"

"I've been wanting to ask you but you've always seemed so attached to Paul like you couldn't breathe without him. Maybe if you started talking to other people, you wouldn't be so dependent on him," He scoffed.

"Are you, like, kiddi-"

"Paul!"

You sighed at the sound of another voice and looked over Zander's shoulder. Paul was storming down the steps of the school with his new best friend in tow.

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?" He hostilely questioned Zander, getting in his face.

"And look who it is. The boy that ditched his only friend to go do drugs. Honestly, I don't think you have any say in what she does," Zander bit back, not stepping back from a fuming Paul.

Now that the boy was standing next to you, you noticed how different he looked. He grew a few inches and now towered over you. He was muscular, not scrawny like he was a few weeks ago. And if your eyes weren't deceiving you, he had a tattoo that was peeking out of the short sleeve.

Paul's face was now a bright red and his entire body was shaking profusely. You've seen Paul angry but you've never seen him like this.

"Paul?" You called out and looked up at his face. "Paul, are you okay?"

"Paul, not here,” Jared tried to get through to him.

You moved yourself to stand in between the two boys since you saw that neither was going to back down.

"Paul," You spoke calmly and looked up at his eyes.

He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours, and he relaxed almost instantly. He stopped shaking and his face was back to a gentle composition.

"Freaks," Zander mumbled and walked by to the school.

You took a step back from Paul now that you had space behind you.

"You okay?" You asked, your eyes never leaving his.

"Y-yeah-"

"Great," You nodded and moved to go around him and to your car. You didn't want to talk to him any more than you needed to. What did you have to talk about unless he was apologizing?

"Y/N, wait!" Paul objected and grabbed your arm, pulling you back to face him.

"Wait for what? Don't you think I've done enough waiting, Paul? I waited around for you for far too long. And now you only want to admit I exist when some other guy wants to talk to me? We're not friends anymore. You made that very clear. I've waited for you but now I'm done," You ranted before looking back at Jared. "Good luck with... whatever."

You pulled your arm out of his grip and stalked to the car just as the rain started.

"Wasn't even supposed to rain," You mumbled to yourself and pulled out of the parking spot.

As you drove out of the parking lot, you watched as Paul stood there, mouth agape. You watched as he got smaller and until you eventually didn't see him anymore.

Now he'd know how it felt to be left stranded and waiting.

[AN: I don’t think I’m gonna write a part two for this just because it’d be super cliche and I try to avoid stuff like that lol. but shoutout to the anon that requested this because this inspired me to write; I’ve been trying to write for like a month or two now but like I’ve been stuck. and also to the anon that sent the embry request, I didn’t forget about you ! xoxo]

[samwontshare]

What do you think a typical day in the wilson household is like? :) Love ur blog btw!

Hi Nonny!

Thanks so much! I hope this is what you're after. Sorry it got away from me! :)

The morning? Well it's a race to see who's up first! Sam, Sarah, Bucky, the boys? It could be any of them.

Sarah is always up early prepping breakfast and lunches before she heads out for the day to make her catch. Now that they go through periods of chartering the boat, she has more free time to develop her pop up eatery and catering business. If she's not on the water, she's in the kitchen. But the food gig is growing fast and she's now renting an industrial kitchen. On weekdays, she gets the boys ready and sends them off to school. On weekends, she's probably enlisted them to help out or sent them off on activities or with relatives/friends while she works. There aren't exactly days off when you're a small business woman. After much protesting, she has finally allowed Sam and Bucky to help with breakfast and lunches and school runs. It's still hard for her to accept help, after so many years doing everything solo. Sarah also doesn't tell them about her hip hop ballet class with her bestie/ex-girlfriend Tatianna. Leave her some mystery.

Sam is also an early bird (get it? get it?). If he's not convinced Sarah that he can handle making breakfast and lunch, he's out on his morning run. If he's not out saving the world on a mission, he's enjoying his down time in NOLA to train. He tries to spend a few days a week in Delacroix and misses it when he's gone too long, but being Cap is more than a full time job. When the stress is too much, when someone has made some rotten comment he has to be too good to acknowledge, Delacroix is healing water for his soul. When he comes home, he is loved. The whole town couldn't be prouder of little Sammie Wilson, Paul and Darlene's youngest. They don't mind sassing him when they remember some of his more reckless years as a teenager or the sons whose hearts he may have broken. Sometimes he takes the boys to school, in part because he likes the attention the fawning kids and teachers give him and in part because he loves his nephews and wants to ensure they're well liked. Bullies gonna know their uncle is Captain America. When he had his heart at home, what did it matter what those other people thought?

AJ and Cass vary between being up at an ungodly early hour to sneak in a snack or video games and sleeping in until Sarah has to drag them out with foot tickles. Cass, being older, tends to be the mastermind of their schemes which have included surprising Sarah with every variety of small creature living in the bayou and coercing babysitters into extra screen time. He's bright and protective of his little brother. Cass had to be the man of the house at a very young age, after all, and he took this self-imposed responsibility very seriously by making sure AJ is ready for school on time and helps with setting the table.

AJ has more energy than a cranky gator and was promptly enrolled in martial arts to get his extra energy out so he could focus at school. He tends to do better with his hands, an engineering spirit. If there's something to build, he's on it. Uncle Bucky tends to be their favorite person to cajole into Lego sets, which Bucky can't stop buying for them and Sarah had to warn him off spoiling her children with expensive gifts - especially because the kids were telling him all about the newest gaming systems they would simply DIE if they did not own. Sam already directed them back to their mother because he knows better.

Bucky gets up early, disappears, and returns at a later time. He likes the mysterious vibe he gives off, but mostly he's seeing a therapist in NOLA who told him he needs to develop hobbies. And he would rather die than let Sam know he's taken up swing dancing, amongst other things. Also he has his own apartment in Delacroix, which he sometimes visits. What else is he doing? That's private (and Captain America).

In the evenings?

Everyone is tired after a long day, but that doesn't stop family dinner from being an important part of the Wilson family structure. Whenever they're all together, the boys set the table while Sarah and Sam cook. Sarah is teaching Bucky a thing or two about Southern cooking (another hobby). Sam and Sarah have a heated debate over the best brand of Louisiana hot sauce and though the Lord taught Sarah not to judge, Sam is wrong about his love of Tabasco over Crystal. Bucky says he likes both because he likes peace these days.

After dinner, they try to spend some dedicated family time. Clean up is a joint affair with everyone playing a role. Chores are treated as a family activity - everyone works together to keep their home happy - and are done together whenever possible. Plus video games are often a reward so y'know. The boys have been catching Sam and Bucky up on all the video games they've missed over the last 5 (and more) years.

But they often resort to card games, dominos, checkers and chess because Bucky gets strangely nostalgic about it around the boys and maybe because he keeps losing spades to the old men at the docks and Sam is uncertain he'll ever 1) win 2) admit defeat. Sam takes it upon himself to educate the boys on the finer points of soul and jazz. Live performances are a big weekend Wilson family activity; not hard to find in NOLA. (But Sam mosts wants to take the boys to an air show where they can see the fighter jets fly in formation and eat bad fair food. Sam secretly wants to lead one.)

It's a toss up who enjoys reading more, Sam or Bucky, but the one activity Sam doesn't let Bucky partake in is reading to the boys at night. He knows it sounds stupid, but he did it when they were babies and now that they're grown, it helps him feel like he's getting those years back. Also he doesn't want Bucky to hear the (perfect) voices he makes for each character.

The adults might drink and shoot the shit on the porch until even the bugs want them to go back inside.

[country-clubs-gf]

Would you mind doing a Paul Lahote or Embry Call x plus size reader imagine? If you have the time, I mean?

Of course!! I will do your request with Embry because he’s such a sweetie and I feel like he fits this request best!

~~~

Unconditionally- An Embry Call Imagine

~~~

You couldn’t believe it.

You couldn’t believe a guy like Embry could love you the way that he says he does. You felt you weren’t deserving of that kind of love.

In the beginning of your relationship with him, you struggled with that a lot. You tried to push back the negative thoughts, but it got tough.

You knew you weren’t super skinny like a lot of other girls. You had curves and thick thighs, and sometimes you felt insecure when looking at all the models on tv and social media.

As the relationship went on, you grew more confident and comfortable in your own skin. Embry made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and you began to believe it yourself. You were forever grateful to him for that. You came to love yourself, and you were changed for the better.

However, even with that newfound confidence, you struggled to let him in completely, the way one should when in a serious relationship like you two were, and you could tell it frustrated Embry sometimes. But you couldn’t help it. Sometimes the insecurities you had before your relationship came back from time to time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, his arms sneaking around your waist, hugging your curves as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. He kissed your neck lovingly.

You wriggle out his grasp and sigh, walking away from him, suddenly feeling those insecurities slip back up.

“Why won’t you believe me?” You hear him ask behind you. The hurt in his voice is heartbreaking, so you force yourself to turn around and look him in the eye.

“Please, just don’t,” you tell him. He shakes his head.

“No, I just wish you could see what I see. I wish you thought you were beautiful, too. You are absolutely stunning to me, and it’s not just me who thinks that either. Believe me,” he tells you.

“I have to go,” you tell him. You can see the confusion in his eyes when he hears that.

“What? Why? You just got here an hour ago,” he says.

“I just have to go,” you repeat. He hesitantly steps closer to you, almost as if you’re a wounded animal and he’s unsure of your reaction.

“Please don’t go. Talk to me. I’m trying to understand you, trying to tear down some of your walls, but it’s almost impossible. You make it impossible. Why won’t you let me in the way I let you in?” He questions, and you can hear the concern and sincerity in his voice.

You’ve always thought Embry was too good for you. From his chiseled jawline and prominent cheekbones and fit physique, you thought he was simply perfect. You never understood why he picked you when he could have anyone.

“You just don’t get it. You never will, so why do you try? I love you, I really do, I just struggle sometimes. I need you to be patient with me,” you tell him.

“Be patient with you? I’ve been patient this whole time. It’s been almost a year, (Y/N), and you still haven’t fully let me in! Don’t you trust me?” He asks, hurt filling his eyes.

“Of course I trust you!” You yell at him in an attempt to make him believe you.

You trust Embry with every cell in your body. He’s never given you a reason not to. So to hear him questioning that trust is concerning to you.

“Then why have we been stuck in this position for the past 11 months? I can only take so much, (Y/N). I’m starting to feel like you don’t feel the same way about me that I feel about you, and it’s killing me,” he reveals. At this point you feel as though he doesn’t want to do this anymore, which hurts you. But you don’t want him to see that.

So you say the only thing that won’t make you seem vulnerable and weak. “Then maybe we should take a break.” You blurt out, instantly regretting it.

The truth is, you don’t know how to fully let Embry in. You’ve never been in a relationship like this. In fact, you’ve never really been the type to date.

The last thing you want to do is push Embry away and risk losing him for good. But your relationship with him has been on the rocks lately and you feel that it’s in both of your best interest to take a moment to reflect on all of it.

You struggle to meet his eyes. His face dropped at your words and you felt a sharp pain in your heart at the sight of it.

“What?” His voice cracks as he speaks. He steps back from you a little, and you can tell he’s having a hard time taking all of this in.

“I just think our relationship hasn’t been what it used to be. We’ve been arguing a lot and it’s gotten hard. I think we both just need a few days to reflect on it. I am in no way breaking up with you, I just think we both need to clear our heads so we can come back to each other and get back to the way things were,” you tell him, hoping that will patch the situation up a bit.

“Is that really what you want? You want a break? (Y/N), couples argue. It’s normal, it’s not something to take a break over. We can fix this, you just need to let me in,” he finally says after a long pause.

“Embry, I’m still learning how to do that. Couples fight, but they don’t fight as much as we have been lately. I’m not saying I want a long break, I’m saying just a couple days to clear our minds. That’s all,” you shrug.

“Fine, but this isn’t what I wanted. Let yourself out,” he retorts and walks past you, bumping your shoulder on the way out.

Your eyes sting with tears as Embry slams the front door shut. You grab your keys and phone and walk out the front door.

Before you get in your car, you look around to see where Embry went. You spot him running towards the woods in full speed, seemingly desperate to get away from you.

You sigh and get in your car and drive away. The whole drive home you questioned if you made the right decision for your relationship. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. You just needed some time to allow yourself to let Embry in without him getting frustrated that you aren’t doing that already.

He had been really patient with you thus far, and you considered yourself lucky that he was. But you can’t help but worry that his patience is growing thin.

You wondered if your relationship was strong enough to endure this hardship you two were facing.

~~~

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since you’d last heard from Embry and you were worried sick. You’d called him, texted him, left voicemails. Nothing.

He even stopped coming to school. Everyday you would look at the empty seat he used to claim in first period, wishing he would miraculously show up there. You’d glance at his locker in the hallway, checking to see if he was only skipping the class he had with you. But he was never there.

People started asking you where he was and if he was coming back. You hated it because it was a constant reminder that you might’ve lost him for good.

This wasn’t like him. He never ignored you like this. He never even missed a class. You were beginning to wonder if you took it too far by asking for a small break. You worried you’d never see him again. It was like he disappeared.

A life without Embry was unimaginable.

You never intended for this to happen. So you decided to do something about it.

You called Jacob Black, a close friend of both you and Embry. Jacob actually introduced you to Embry. Seeing as he was both of y’all’s mutual friend, it made sense.

You thought maybe he would know what was going on with Embry.

After the third ring, he answered the phone. “(Y/N)? What’s up?”

“Hey, Jake, are you busy? I really need to talk to you about something.” I told him.

“No, I’m just in the shop working on a bike for Bella. Come on over,” he said.

After about twenty minutes of driving, you pulled into Jacob’s driveway. You made your way into the shop where you were relieved to find just Jacob. You weren’t the biggest fan of Bella after seeing what she was doing to Jacob, so you were really hoping she wouldn’t be here.

He looked up when he heard your footsteps on the gravel. “Hey, (Y/N)!” He stopped what he was doing and stood up, a smile beaming on his face as he made his way over to you and gave you one of his warm hugs.

“Hey, Jacob. Thanks for having me over,” you tell him.

“You’re always welcome here. You don’t even have to ask! So what did you need to talk to me about?” He asks.

You sigh heavily, thinking about everything that’s happened the past couple weeks.

“Have you heard from Embry at all?” You questioned, nervous for his response. If he had heard from Embry, that meant Embry was just ignoring you. The mere thought of that scared you.

He shakes his head. “No I haven’t. I’ve texted him a few times but he never answered. I figured he was just busy with you, until I noticed he stopped showing up at school, too. Are you two alright?” He asks.

You’re relieved at his response, but not completely relieved. What if something bad happened to him?

“Well, I thought we were. I felt guilty because I’ve always had a problem with letting people completely in and I could tell he was getting frustrated, so I told him I just wanted a break for a couple days to clear our heads and he got mad and stormed out. I haven’t heard from him since. It’s been two weeks, Jacob. I’m really worried.” You reveal, biting your lip anxiously.

Jacob sighs, running his fingers through his long hair.

“Well I can see why you’d be worried. I’m worried, too. This is really not like him,” he says.

“Yes, I know that. I don’t know what to do next,” you sigh.

“Wanna figure that out while you ride with me to get some more parts for the bike?” He asks.

“Sure, we can do that,” you agree.

“Great, let’s go then,” he says. You both hop in your car and start down the road.

“So you’re helping Bella with those bikes? Seems like you’re the one doing all the work,” you say to him.

He looks at you and scoffs. “Yeah, well she doesn’t know much about the mechanics of bikes, okay? Plus I don’t mind the company,” he tells me, a smirk growing on his face.

You shake your head at his cheesiness. “You’re too good for her, Jacob. Just don’t get too blinded by that girl. What do you see in her anyway?” You pry.

“I’m not getting blinded, (Y/N). And it’s hard to explain. You don’t know her like I do.” He tells you.

Just then you spot four boys on the big cliff that’s visible from the main road. You quickly pull over once you see one of them get pushed off by the other three.

“Oh my God, did you see that?!” You ask Jacob, hurriedly unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Jacob starts laughing and you give him a confused look.

“They’re not hurting him, (Y/N), they’re cliffdiving. It’s a total rush. Most of us do it from further down, but we leave the showing off to Sam and his disciples,” he answers.

“What? That’s crazy. Do you know who all is over there?” You ask, moving closer to the edge of the road so you can see better.

“Well I know Jared and Paul started following Sam, but I don’t recognize that other guy. Hold on, let me see,” he moves closer and squints, trying to see their faces better.

You look, too, and then quickly recognize the figure you know all too well, even from this far away.

“Embry.” You breathe.

At first you were happy and relieved to see that he was okay. But then the anger and confusion set in. Why was he skipping school to hangout with these random guys? Why wasn’t he answering your calls? You made it very clearly you didn’t want to break up.

And here he is cliffdiving with some guys he barely knows. Who is this person? Embry would never skip school to do reckless things like this.

At least not the Embry you knew...

You were beginning to think you didn’t know him anymore.

“Yea, that is him, isn’t it?” Jacob looks like he can’t believe it either. He turns to looks at you with pity in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

You just stand there, taking in the scene in front of you, still not believing your eyes.

You couldn’t believe he seemed to be perfectly fine and having fun while you’d been moping in your room, unable to think about anything else.

You watch as Embry gracefully dives off the cliff and lands in the water. You shake your head and trudge back over to your car.

“Let’s go,” you tell Jacob sternly, wanting to get away from there.

He gets in the car and you drive off, the image of Embry and his seemingly new lifestyle burning in your mind.

~~~

You drop Jacob back off at his shop a couple hours later.

“Thanks for taking me. I’m sorry about Embry. I hope you two are able to work things out,” Jacob tells me, sincerity in his eyes.

“Thanks, Jake. And thank you for taking my mind off things for a little while. It was nice,” I tell him. He smiles his big smile and hugs me.

“Anytime. Drive safe, (Y/N).” He tells me and gets out of the car.

I drive off, debating whether or not I just go home or go to Embry’s and demand answers. He owes you that much, right? After almost a year of being together, you’d think you were worth an explanation, right?

You decide once and for all to just go to Embry’s. You were tired of wondering.

As soon as you pull into his driveway, you get out and practically run to the door. You knock, hoping it’s Embry that opens the door.

The door opens to reveal Embry. His hair is still wet from jumping off the cliff, he’s shirtless and his hair is much shorter than it was last time you saw him.

You look up and meet his eyes. Those familiar brown eyes that you love getting lost in so much.

Only, the second your eyes meet, he freezes. He steps back a little and grabs his chest, his eyes widening, seeming to be overwhelmed by the sight of you.

He’s not the only one. You’re so overwhelmed by all the emotions racing through you. You’re so mad at him for ignoring you and just seeing him brings back everything you’ve ever felt for him. You don’t know where to begin.

“I-I uh,” you start, but can’t seem to find the words to say. He doesn’t seem to be able to either because he is still standing there clutching his chest.

You finally find the courage to tell him what you’re really thinking.

“Where have you been?! Why haven’t I heard from you in two weeks? Do you not want to be with me anymore? Why are you suddenly hanging out with Sam and his cult??” You yell all of this at him in one breath, letting your anger and frustration take you over.

His eyes widen even more, if that was even possible, and he looks like his breath got knocked right out of him.

You don’t have any patience anymore, so you continue,” answer me, Embry!”

“I-I, um, I couldn’t talk to you before,” he finally blurts out.

This confused you even more. “You couldn’t talk to me? Or you just didn’t want to?” You question further.

“I couldn’t, it was Sam’s orders. But now I can tell you! Now this is going to sound absolutely crazy and you might not believe me but it’s the truth. I’m a werewolf and Sam is the alpha so we have to obey his orders,” he tells you. His eyes search yours for any sign of understanding.

“You’re what?” You ask, not expecting that to come out of his mouth.

“Yes, and that’s not all. You might want to sit down for this part,” he says, leading you to the swing that’s on the front porch.

You both sit down and you turn your body towards his, eager for an explanation to the madness he was telling you.

“I, um, I sort of imprinted on you, just now. It happens when we make eye contact with our soulmates for the first time after we phase. I know we’ve had our problems in the past but I really want to make this work. Actually, we have to make this work because now I know I’m meant to be with you,” he says, taking your hands in his.

You’re still stunned by everything he just said. He’s a werewolf? Sam is the alpha? Is that why he had to skip school? Is that why all the boys that follow Sam had to skip? You’re his soulmate? It’s all a lot to take in at once and it has left you speechless.

“I know you’re having a hard time letting me in completely, and I get that. I’m trying to be patient, but it’s hard when I see you in a completely different way than you do. I don’t want you to compare yourself to other girls because I love you. I love everything about you and your body and I just wish you did too. I will spend the rest of my life trying to get you to see yourself the way that I do. You’re beautiful, (Y/N). Your curves are one of my favorite things about you. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Please forgive me for growing impatient and seemingly ditching you. I promise not a second passed that I didn’t want to run to you with open arms.” He says, and at this point you’re crying.

You’re crying because the love you feel for him is overwhelming. You’re crying because you’re so happy that you two are working out. You can’t imagine life without him and the last few weeks have been pure hell.

“Of course I forgive you, how could I not? Somehow you’ve managed to always make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And now I believe I am, too. I don’t want to live in this world without you. I love you, Embry,” you tell him and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses the side of your head and hugs you as hard as he can.

He looks you in the eyes and says,” I love you too, unconditionally.”

~~~

Y’all this was so cheesy, and super long! I guess I get carried away when I write!

*Side note: I just want y’all to know that plus size people should NOT feel bad about themselves because every body type is beautiful. I am in no way trying to offend anyone in this imagine. This is just how I interpreted the imagine going.

Anyway it feels so good to get back to writing again. Requests are open!

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - three

New Beginnings

Timeline: Takes place a few years after the events of Breaking Dawn

Pairing: Paul Lahote x OC (Tallulah is 18)

Warnings (future chapters): Drugs/Alcohol, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Mental Health, (Mentions of SA, but no details)

She was like the moon -- part of her is always hidden away

Tallulah looked to the boy in front of her, up close, in much better light than she had first seen him in, he looks older, worn and tired. Like he hasn't slept well in days. “I’m aware of who you are.” she stated in a matter of fact tone, and she watches as the smirk returns to his face. Great, an inflated ego, she thought. Tallulah is overly aware that his eyes are on her, like he's trying to read her uninterested expression. “I didn’t know Joseph had a third daughter,” he spoked tentatively, as if he would cause her to bolt if he said something wrong. She nodded her head in response, of course nobody knew. “Yeah, I’m the best kept family secret there ever was,” she eased out with a breathy laugh, “I didn’t mean it like that” he backtracked quickly, “I’ve just never seen you around the rez before”

Tallulah nodded her head in understanding, “my mom hates it here so she never brought me.” she stated before turning her body back towards the bar, hoping he’d get the hint that this was not what she wanted to be talking about. The next question out of his mouth being ‘why’, clearly meant he did not know how to read a room, causing her to turn her entire body back towards him, her face level with his as he was leaning against the counter, eyes looking into hers, as she venomously spoke, “because it's a giant reminder that her ex husband spent two years of their marriage being in love with another woman before leaving her to care for a child by herself while he lived happily ever after.” The look of shock on Paul's face didn’t surprise Tallulah in the slightest.

The waitress had dropped off both of their drinks and as she was about to open her mouth to drop another heated sentence she felt a petite arm wrap around her own, and a raspy feminie voice greeted Paul, to which he nodded in acknowledgment, barely taking his eyes off of Tallulah, “Sorry, Paul, but I need to steal my sister for a moment,”. Tallulah was now looking at the tall, raven haired girl beside her. Lenna.

Now she was confused, as the younger of the two pulled her away from the counter, drink in hand, back to the table where Josie was now sitting beside herself. Lenna sat down beside her twin, across from Tallulah, a look of exasperation was evident on Lenna's face, whereas Josie had an apologetic one.

Before she could even ask what had just happened, Lenna was speaking in a heated tone, “you need to stay away from him,” she started, “he’s got a girlfriend,” before she could defend herself from what felt like an attack, Josie piped in, “They’re back together?” she asked in a shocked tone, to which her twin nodded her head furiously. “What does any of whatever you're talking about have to do with me?” she asked, eyebrow raised, Tallulah crossed her arms as she leaned back in her seat. “This has everything to do with you!” Lenna exclaimed, “You’re the shiny new toy here, doesn’t help that you're hot either. And Paul Lahote is dating Rachel Black, happily, might I add, and when they aren’t together, she's not happy and when she's not happy, I’m not happy!” she rambled, Tallulah looked to Josie for clarification, “What Lenna is trying to say is that Rachelis her boss and she is not easy to work for when she doesn’t get what she wants. And for as long as we can remember, Paul was the source of that stress. They’ve been on and off since they were 16.” Josie clarified, with Lenna adding, “Plus, dad has a rule about dating older guys, and he does not fit the qualifications, even for you.” she stated before picking at her perfectly manicured hands.

“Well, no need to stress. I’m not a homewrecker.” Tallulah stated matter of factly. “ Besides, he’s not my type anyways” Not that Tallulah had a type really, anyone who didn’t want her commitment and could make her feel something other than numb, was good enough for her.

The three girls stayed at the cafe until it was nearly dark. The twins carried the conversation, with Tallulah nodding her head and giving one word answers whenever it was needed. She didn’t particularly care for the topics in which they were being brought up, like who broke up or who’s not friends anymore. In such a small area she figured this was typical considering everyone knew everyone here. She didn’t even want to think about what people might be saying about her. After awhile, Lenna had to get to work and Josie had received a text from Kira of when dinner would be, to which Tallulah thought was odd, her and her mother never ate dinner together as a family. Either her mother was at work or she was out with friends, being left up to her own devices. So when Josie and Tallulah walked through the front door of their home to the smell of a home cooked meal, she felt a tinge of jealousy. The twins were living the life she had dreamt of as a child, a mother who cooked, a dad that was present in their lives, family dinners where they could talk about their days, the good and the bad. A family that made memories together, rather than apart.

The two girls kicked off the shoes and before making their way to the dining room table, Tallulah felt awkward, she didn’t want to sit in someone else's seat, so, she let Josie sit in her usual spot before sitting down, Kira and her dad sat at the ends of the table. They all jumped right in, grabbing and passing food to each other as if Tallulah had been there for years.

As they ate, Kira asked how her first full day in La Push was, she shrugged her shoulders, before stating, “it was alright. Met some people who seemed to already know who I was.” This caused her father and Kira to laugh, as Tallulah took another bite while her dad asked, “catch any names?”, before she could even answer, Josie was answering for her, “She met Paul today, seemed like they really hit it off.” Tallulah couldn't stop the glare that adorned her face, for someone who had essentially told her their dad didn’t like him, she was really throwing her in front of a bus.

She looked at her dad, trying to gauge a reaction from him but he was looking at Kira, the two of them silently communicating from across the table, before saying, “I don’t know if that's someone you’d want as a friend.He’s quite older than you, Tal, nearly 27.” to which she shrugged off, saying, “he was just asking if i was your daughter. Not a lot of people knew you had three before yesterday.” No longer having an appetite, she dropped her fork onto her plate, “and not that it's anyone's business, but I can make my own friends, older or younger. Thank you for dinner, Kira.” she said trying to contain her anger before standing up and tucking her chair in. She grabbed her plate and brought it into the kitchen, the anger that has been stirring since the day before coming back out as she tried to calm herself before it came back to bite her. She tossed her food and placed her plate in the dishwasher before walking up to her room and shutting the door gently, she turned towards her bed noticing a black book bag with a folded slip of paper on it. Picking it up and opening, she recognized it as a schedule, reading it over, she noticed she had more independent study periods than actual classes. Written in pen below the timetable there was a note, stating, “exempt from AP Literature, Biology III and Calculus”, which were all classes she had taken in the first semester of her old school. She let out a breath of relief at the thought of not taking them again. Shoving the paper in her bag, before dropping it at the foot of her bed. She grabbed a book out of one of her unpacked duffels that her mother must have packed for her, before laying on her bed to read.

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At some point she must have dozed off, the room was dark but the moonlight illuminated from the window. Tallulah got up and stretched her back from the odd position she had fallen asleep, before stripping out of her jeans in favour of comfy shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She made her way into the hall to use the bathroom she shared with the twins, as well as to brush her teeth. From the bathroom she could hear the muffled voices of Jira and her dad, ‘he’s too old for her’ ‘this could be good for her’ ‘or it could push her further away’ ‘you and i both know that wont happen’, it didn’t take a genius to realize who they were talking about, and she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest because in her mind, if they never assert their problems with her, then they can never be mad. How can she go against them if she didn’t know what she was doing wasn’t allowed?

She left the bathroom after dousing her face with water and patting it dry to see Josie waiting outside, Tallulah rolled her eyes before brushing past her, not listening to her apologies, she didn’t care if Josie was a snitch. She's just happy she found out sooner, rather than later.