To Be Perfectly Honest, My Mood When It Comes To Fandom Creations These Days Is Basically:

to be perfectly honest, my mood when it comes to fandom creations these days is basically:

I don't care if it's good. I don't care if it's finished. I don't care if it's cringe. I don't care if someone else did it first. I don't care if no one else cares at all. What I care about is whether or not I cackled with glee while making it.

casting a spell of finish your wip rb to pass it on

PSA as we go into spooky season and people start using activated charcoal to make foods look spooky.

A knitter isn’t someone who knits for a living.

A knitter is someone who enjoys knitting.

So why are you so hesitant to call yourself a writer?

Imprinted

Summary:Paul Lahote/reader; Reader’s (now ex) cheats on her so she drives to emily’s and cries to paul, he confesses to imprinting on her

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You realize now why he always told you not to worry about the overtime the Newtons were making you take; or the weekend shifts you’d cover for Mike. forks was a small town but even they had some self preservation; and apparently everyone but you knew your now ex had been sleeping around; at least he had the decency to go out of tow; but Seattle wasn’t that far away and a number of people would come to Forks to see the national park and scenic views. A number of them also seemed to recognise you. From your ex’s phone screen.

It’s three in the morning when you realize just how many people he’d been seeing that weren’t you; just how many people he’d slept next to while texting you were the only one he wanted.

“Hey uh, Emily are you home? Do you think I could…” You sniffle and scowl at yourself wiping your tears away to hear Emily confirm that she’s happy to have you over; that she’ll bake a whole batch of cinnamon rolls just for you.

You’re not worried about crashing; you know no one else will be on the road at this time and you’re a little surprised to see a wolf running alongside in the forest; at least you think you see one; you’re tears aren’t blurring your eyesight but you’ve never seen such a huge wolf anywhere; let alone so far from the safety of the forest.

You pull up to the house, not surprised to see Sam waiting for you. You are surprised to see paul; you’d consider Paul Lahote a friend but never had really spoken to him much; but now he looks like he wants to murder someone. You wonder who’s gotten on his bad side.

“Sorry about Paul; he uh, heard what.. Everyone knows…” Emily tries to be subtle, shrugging her shoulders a little but you just bite your lip and focus on the cinnamon roll in front of you.

“Yeah he uh, cheated; multiple times..” You figure it’s easier to just explain it to him while Emily’s there. No sense in someone else having to hear it secondhand like you did. You grimace and wait for him to make some pitying face like Emily does or Sam did when he’d told you. He doesn’t, he just sort of nods.

“Must have been shit finding out..”

You and Paul seem to have grown incredibly close, incredibly fast; you’re over at Emily’s mostly; most of your friends seem to be ignoring you; siding with your ex that what he was doing wasn’t so bad. Sam seems annoyed but Paul doesn’t say anything and Emily just smirks whenever she sees you and Paul together. You know they both want to say something.

Paul beats them to it. He asked you to go down to the beach and it’s not abnormal but the way Sam and everyone else seem to be hovering makes you nervous.

“So werewolves….” You wait for him to say its a joke, for him to say he was trying to ask you out. Instead he explains about history you didn’t know he was part of and traditions; and imprinting; which you then wait for him to joke about saying he imprinted on you. Instead he just sits nervously hunched over trying to hide himself and you’re half expecting him to run into the ocean.

“So we’re what; destined to be together?”

“Yeah; sort of but I understand… with everything that happened with your ex…” He tries to sound uncaring but you can tell that if you were to reject him it would hurt.

“My ex. Not you.” You smile at him and try not to feel too nervous as you reach to hold his hand.

“Maybe go back over the whole werewolf thing again?”

“Wolf shifters, it’s a little different..” You smile at him as he starts to explain; some of the nerves gone, replaced by a blush.

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