I WAS A DEER IN YOUR HEADLIGHTS

That should be me

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peter - taylor swift

"listen, sweetheart," she laughed. "i'm anemic. i'm always just a little cold. how can you be sure that i won't just always be cold in the water?" a beat, and then she smiled. "i'm gonna need you in there with me to protect me in case something goes catastrophically bad. specifically gonna need your arms wrapped around me."

"hey, i didn't say you wouldn't always be cold." a beat, "i'm sayin' you'll get fuckin' hypothermia if you don't wear a wetsuit and you get in too early in the season." paloma mentions protecting her, and a smirk cracks across her face. cute. maybe she'd entertain it. "think you might need to pay extra on the lesson fee for that, babe."

“it'd blow your mind how many people walk their dogs off-leash in colorado,” he said with a shrug. “and, like, my dog's as well-behaved as anybody else's, but you have to think about other people, too.” arch frowned, shaking his head. “people come up to him all the time and just touch him.” the confusion in his voice suggested this was a problem he'd never fully wrapped his head around. “like?” he laughed. “can we start teaching people manners again?” his brows lifted. “you wouldn't walk up and start touching a random stranger, so why are you grabbing somebody's dog without asking first?” he gestured vaguely with one hand. “it's weird. and then people get offended when you tell them no.” pocky had never done it before, but you could never be a hundred percent sure someone’s dog wouldn’t bite you. arch learned that the hard way.

"no, and i do it, but clem's got great recall." a beat, "and the second i see anyone coming, the leash is back on." archer mentions people touching his dog without permission, and the laugh that pulls out of her is a little bitter and a little sarcastic. "clem's bite trained. like i don't understand when people do that, i will have her bite you." you wouldn't touch a random stranger. well, that's not entirely true. hence the bite training, she supposed. "usually i just say she bites and everyone backs off." and she is a hundred percent sure clem wouldn't without a command.

"you don't have to keep offering to cover for me, noah. i am well aware of how this arrangement is supposed to work." they shake hands, and hope the press and her mother will stop squeaking. "i'm fine, really. i don't need to—" a pause is followed by a lick of her lips. "i like staying home."

"okay – well to be fair to me, this is my first formalized fake girlfriend." he laughs. it all kind of feels like too much pressure, and he's really hoping this takes some of the pressure off. "you can't stay cooped up in your house forever, charlie" a beat, "believe me, i've TRIED." his head tilts, "come on, i swear it'll be fun."

niko laughed under his breath, gaze dragging over her with that INSUFFERABLE little grin still in place. “careful, shiloh. if you keep listing all the ways i’m good to you, people might start thinking you like me.”

"yeah, yeah, yeah." she laughs, "careful, niko. keep being good to me and people might start thinking you're NOT some egotistical asshole who can't feel anything."

"oh, sweet boy. is this the first time you're finding out? i'm sorry it had to be me that told you." her expression softened, and she played into it. "at least it was a friend that told you." she leaned over and put her hand on his arm before bursting into giggles. "okay, maybe i just got my wires crossed. i'm not TRYING to be deceitful!! i save that for my exes!!"

"i think it's fuckin' crazy you're callin' me a loser for knowing the jersey club scene so well i can clock your shit." he laughs, and he totally doesn't tense up when she touches him. paloma is touchy, he's getting used to it. "i think you did," he laughs, "and if you NEED an expert, i love an excuse to get out of the fuckin' midwest."

"no, you're absolutely RIGHT." a beat. "you know, i think my cousin..." she lowered her voice. "is a witch. do you wanna hire a witch? i say we just kill everyone who's ever wronged you. simple."

paloma leans in like a conspirator, and reagan's chest tips forward in kind. "we could totally hire a witch." a laugh pulls through her, "i'm in if you are."

Nicola can feel Reagan's gaze on her and it was a feeling she found absolutely addictive. The way she'd do just about anything to keep the woman's attention had her heart rattling in her ribcage. Her head tilts to the side with a smirk at the term of endearment. "I'd be your favorite toy too. I just know it," she teases.

nicola looks at her with so much want that reagan just wants to sink her teeth in. she wants to take apart every part of nicola's composure, just to see how deep her control runs. "i think you could be," she laughs, "i think you'll never want anything else once i take you apart."