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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 005 ] coca cola mashita.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. swearing. word count. 1.7k

　　　　　　　　chapter iv // chapter v // chapter vi

It had been a week since Wooyoung invited you to their party, with only a few hours left until the occasion. You met him nearly every day in the past week, sometimes at his house and sometimes at yours. You also met another one of his very interesting friends.

You and Wooyoung had been walking from the art department to the library, where he temporarily left his bag because he was too lazy to carry it all the way to the art department. Everything was fine and peaceful until someone came barreling into Wooyoung. They both fell to the ground and for a split second, all you could make out from this mystery person is his head of dark hair.

But as he stood up and helped his best friend up, you had to stop yourself from staring at how broad his shoulders were compared to his tiny waist as he towered over both you and Wooyoung—not to mention his gorgeous face. The two had a short conversation until he noticed you standing by Wooyoung, awkwardly rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Oh, hey,” he smiled, a stark contrast to his chic hair and sharp features. “You must be Y/N. I’m San!”

You smiled back, offering a handshake, “Hello, San.”

“Great to finally meet you.” He chuckled and accepted your hand, shaking it enthusiastically. San stepped between you and Wooyoung, slinging his arms on either of your shoulders. “So, where to?”

You had also seen Seonghwa a few more times. Since the two of you met in that kitchen and you sympathised over linguistics, he opted to sit next to you instead of his usual place on the bench at the very back row. At first, you were confused but didn’t question it, and eventually, you came to accept it, placing your bag at your feet instead of your side like you used to.

Currently, you sat in your room at home, staring at your closet opposite of you trying to figure out what to wear. You weren’t really one to go to parties, so you never really bothered buying clothes that would be suitable for one. As you sighed, your phone started ringing from where you had tossed it on your desk. As you stood up and glanced at it, Wooyoung’s name lit up on the top of the screen.

“Hello?” You held it to your ear, collapsing back into bed.

“Hey, is it possible to buy some Coke and bring it over here? San and Mingi just came from shopping and these dumbasses bought anything but that and now they’re complaining because they don’t wanna go out again because they need to help set up and- just… could you please do me this favour?”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by you as he groaned in frustration and suddenly you found yourself nodding along to his request, at least until you realised he can’t see you. “Yeah, sure. Just send me the address, okay?”

“Oka- actually never mind, I’ll just come get you. You don’t even have a car anyway.” You heard him laugh on the other line, any hint of stress melted away from his voice.

The grocery store was close enough to where you lived, so it took less than 10 minutes to walk there. As requested, you grabbed a cart and went straight to the drinks aisle, getting enough packages of canned Coke to supply what you assumed would be around a hundred people. The cashier looked at you as if you were a mad woman as he scanned each 8-pack.

As promised, Wooyoung was already outside of the store when you left, dragging multiple bags of coke so heavy you felt as if your arm would fall off. Seeing you struggle, he got out of the car and rushed over to take some bags. In fact, he took all the bags and you watched with mild fascination as he carried them without even a hint of struggle. His muscles tensed as you watched, you were surprised as you realised he wasn’t as scrawny as he looked.

“So, you rented a house just for a party?” You asked, leaning against the car as you watched him load the bags into the trunk.

He laughed, “Yeah, can’t have another thing breaking. Seonghwa was positively murderous when we found the remains of the chandelier.” You got into the car, strapping your seatbelt across you as you listened. “It was absolutely terrifying.” Wooyoung visibly shivered as he recalled the memory.

“Well, then I’ll make sure not to piss him off.” You let out a short, amused huff of air as you got comfortable in the all-too-familiar seat.

“Can we go back now–” You jumped in your seat, a small scream escaping you as you whipped your head to the backseats where San just made his presence known.

“San! Can you not?” You whined, collapsing your body into your seat before turning to glare at him. It was then that you noticed an unfamiliar person on his right.

Much like San, his features were also sharp. His nose seemed slightly sharper and pointed and his lips so very plump and pillow-like. He dressed himself in an oversized off-white sweater with a black turtleneck underneath and black straight jeans. You could tell he was taller than the other two men in the car, judging by how his knees were much more bent so he could fit into the seat.

“Mingi,” he introduced himself, a prideful smile lingering on his face as he noticed that both Wooyoung and San caught the way you scanned him with so much interest. None of them missed the way your eyes widened ever so slightly as he spoke, slightly taken aback by his voice.

You gave him your name and shook his hand, which felt so much bigger than yours. “Pleasure to meet you, Mingi.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He winked and your cheeks burned as you turned to face the road again.

You faced Wooyoung and narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you said they refused to get out to get Coke.”

“When I told them I was gonna be picking you up they practically begged me to take them with me.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring their protests against his words.

The drive to their rental house was a lot shorter than the one to their actual house, a little over ten minutes versus nearly half an hour. The entire time the four of you sang your hearts out to whatever song was playing on the radio.

The house they picked was pretty much a regular house, nothing fancy like their mansion. The walls were white with two floors and a dark grey roof. Instead of having a grand driveway with a gate, the house was situated right on the side of the road.

Wooyoung pulled over on the side of the street and you all got out, the boys taking the bags of coke from the trunk and firmly rejecting your offers to help them carry them inside.

You followed them inside and the interior looked just as mundane as the exterior. Wooden floors covered with grey carpets, a single grey couch pushed to the wall to make more space, wooden stairs leading to the second floor, and the kitchen cupboards and cabinets made of even more wood.

You continued to follow them into the kitchen where they loaded all the cans into the already-packed fridge. Again, you offered to help but they told you to just sit and relax, and that they would take care of everything.

“Ah,” you turned and saw Seonghwa coming from down the stairs, “I thought it was you that I was hearing.”

He went over to you and engulfed you in a short hug, thanking you for getting the beverages that San and Mingi were too lazy to get (the two men in question nearly knocked him upside the head). You chuckled and stepped back from him, spotting three more men you didn’t recognise descending the stairs.

One of them was tall, you assumed as tall as Mingi or even taller and had dark and light brown dyed hair and wore an oversized dark grey hoodie with some lettering and a pair of grey sweatpants.

The one behind him was definitely a lot short, maybe around Wooyoung’s height, with dyed bright blue hair and a blue t-shirt over a long-sleeved white shirt, both tucked into his baby blue jeans. This one had an array of jewellery on him, from multiple earrings hanging from his ears and rings adorning his fingers.

The last one to come down wore black jeans, a black hoodie and a grey trenchcoat. You recognised him and his distinct red hair, he was a regular at the bookshop you worked at.

They introduced themselves with kind smiles before excusing themselves again, saying they had to go buy some speakers and pick up some of Hongjoong’s equipment. Whatever that meant. The one with the blue hair—Hongjoong you’d come to learn—offered you to join them, but you had other plans.

“Oh, I’d love to but I need to go buy something to wear for tonight and–”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Yunho poked his head back in from the front door. “We’re going to the mall for the speakers, so you can go buy your stuff while we get the speakers and then we’ll meet and stop by the house so Hongjoong-hyung can get his stuff.”

You contemplated the options for a moment, though you didn’t have to think too long before you nodded. The boys in the kitchen bade you goodbye as you exited the house. Wooyoung flung himself on you and clinged to you as he begged to be taken with you, but Seonghwa quickly shut down his whines and reminded them they still had a lot to do before the party.

With a pout, he gave you his best puppy eyes but you only laughed and pinched his cheeks, assuring him that you’ll spend time with him later. You got into what you assumed was Yunho’s car as he sat in the driver’s seat. It was a sleek black Mercedes-AMG with tinted window you wouldn’t be able to see through even if you tried. Jongho got into the passenger’s seat which left you and Hongjoong to the backseats. Nodding, you appreciated the clean interior with an approving hum.

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] i think i'm gonna change my upload schedule to saturdays at 2-3 pm instead. i live in europe, so if you live somehwere else please go ahead and convert the time if you wish. i envision san as inception era san, because inception san has a massive chokehold on me and mingi's visuals is based on guerilla era. i was originally going to do halazia era mingi because that's my favourite hair on him, but for some reason i decided to go with guerilla gi. as for hongjoong, blue is the only right answer (oreo joong is an honorable mention).

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#STRIKER | 001. | CATCH ME IF YOU CAN I'M GONE JUST LIKE THE WIND ﹆ ic.#STRIKER | 002. | I'M A DEAD MAN WALKING HELL'S AT MY DOOR ﹆ vis.#STRIKER | 003. | I'LL TAKE EVERY SOUL I CAN INTO THE NIGHT AND KILL TILL I DIE ﹆ abt.#STRIKER | 004. | I CAN'T BE BOUGHT OR SOLD I'M GONNA DO MY THING ﹆ isms.#STRIKER | 005. | SEE SEE RYDER SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE ﹆ aes.#STRIKER | 006. | I'VE GOT BLOOD ON MY NAME ﹆ hcs.#STRIKER | 007. | SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY ﹆ desires.#STRIKER | 008. | HAT IS MATTE BLACK GOT THE BOOTS THAT'S BLACK TO MATCH ﹆ wardrobe.#STRIKER | 009. | THIS SYMPHONY BUZZING IN MY HEAD ﹆ playlist.

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httplilyyy · 1 year

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 | 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: calm before the storm

warnings: descriptions of violence, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i thought i'd post part five a little earlier for you all :)

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005. take a walk - tall boys

‘nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.’

The sound of steady beeps slowly brought you out of consciousness. The first thing you noticed was a heavy grip on your hand. Slowly opening your eyes, you winced at the bright lights bearing down on you.

Groaning slightly, you turned to your left and spotted Tara sleeping in a chair, holding onto your hand for dear life. Even in her sleep, Tara trembled. Suddenly becoming aware of how much pain you were in, you shifted around causing Tara to wake up.

“Y/n!” Tara exclaimed, shooting up from her position. “You’re awake!”

“Gale.” You said, throat scratchy after not speaking for a while. “Is Gale okay?”

“Y/n.” Tara said softly and you immediately thought the worst.

Shaking your head from side to side, tears threatened to spill but you managed to keep them at bay.

“She’s okay, right? She has to be.”

“Gale’s going to be fine.” Tara said, watching as you deflated at her sentence, relief washing over you.

“Where is she? I need to go see her.” You said, wincing as you sat up.

Tara sat up straighter and placed her hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back down.

“Don’t move, you’ll pull out your stitches.”

“No Tara.” You said, pushing her off. “I need to see Gale, I need to make sure she’s okay!”

“And what about me?” Tara questioned, raising her voice as she stared at you. “What about what I need, huh? I need to make sure you're okay because I can't lose you!”

“Tara-”

“I can’t lose you!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m fine, see. I’m okay.” You said, holding onto Tara’s hands before placing one above your heart. “I’m fine, I'm here.”

“You can’t die.” Tara said, looking into your eyes as tears stained her cheeks.

“I won’t” You said, cupping her cheek with one of your hands.

“I’m serious. Like never- you can never die. You just can’t.”

“Never?” You smiled softly, using your thumb to wipe away a tear that fell down Tara’s cheek. “I think I might have to one day.”

“No, never.” Tara shook her head, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not yet at least.”

“God, y/n, I really thought I lost you.”

“Come here.” You said, moving over and patting the space beside you.

“What if I hurt you?”

“Just lay next to me.” You smiled and Tara obliged. The smaller woman hesitantly moved next to you, very wary of your stitches.

You moved over a bit more, giving Tara some extra space and she finally settled beside you. She rested her head in the crook of your neck, her hand finding yours.

You intertwined your fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Tara sunk further into your embrace, feeling your chest rise up and down, hearing every beat of your heart and every stroke of your thumb over the scar on her hand.

Knowing Tara had calmed back down, you sunk back into your bed, looking up at the ceiling, knowing this feeling all too well.

“Y’know this is all like some sick deja vu.” You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head from side to side.

“That’s why we need to end this.” Tara said, looking at you with determination.

“Where are the others, by the way?” You questioned, looking back down to Tara.

“They’re waiting downstairs.” Tara replied, tracing patterns on your stomach. “They all feel terrible.”

“Hmm.” You hummed, rubbing a hand up and down Tara's arm.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” Tara sniffled, moving to lean on her hand as she looked down at you, her face only mere inches away from yours.

“I know.” You said softly, letting your hand drop from her arm to her waist.

“I should’ve believed you, I don’t know what was going through my mind.”

“Your consciousness, probably?” You joked. “I don’t blame you, Tara. It’s all in the past.”

“I just don’t want to lose us. I don’t want to lose you.”

“We’re in this together.”

The two of you stayed looking at each other, a beat of silence went passed and it was as if an imaginable force was pushing the two of you together. You could feel Tara’s breath fanning over your bottom lip making you subconsciously wet it.

Your eyes darted between hers, occasionally dropping to her lips seeing the corners of her mouth turn into a smirk. You let out a breathy chuckle, moving closer to Tara, her nose bumping into yours.

With one last look in her eyes, you silently asked her if what you were doing was okay. She gave you a small nod and closed her eyes, waiting for your lips on hers.

“Not yet.” You whispered against her lips. “I want our first kiss to be special.”

“You're such a tease.” Tara huffed opening her eyes, but she didn’t move away trying to stay as close to you as possible.

“Maybe, but that just makes it all that more exciting for when it does happen.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

“What? You don’t think I'll be a good kisser?” You questioned, a teasing tone present in your voice.

“I guess I'll have to wait and find out, won’t I?”

“You’re making it so hard not to kiss you right now.”

“You made your choice, you can't go back now.”

“When this is all over, let me take you out on a date.”

“And what makes you think I'll say yes?” Tara questioned, raising a eyebrow.

“I’m totally irresistible.”

“Let’s make it out alive first then you can sweep me off my feet.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to Tara’s cheek before slowing moving to get up.

“Where are you going?” Tara wondered, still in her place on the bed.

“To see your sister.”

“Why?”

“We need to come up with a plan on how to kill this Ghostface.”

“You can't go anywhere.” Tara exclaimed, trying to stop you from getting up. “Not after you've been stabbed again.”

“This is different than before.” You said, getting out of your hospital gown. “I need to do this, Tara. I have to do this.”

“No, please. Y/n, you have to listen to me, you can’t do this. I can’t see you getting hurt again.”

Tara watched you, seeing as you were struggling with putting on your top she walked over to you and gently helped you out.

“Thanks.” You said quietly.

“It’s no problem.” Tara replied, a small smile on her face as she tried not to blush due to you looking down at her.

“I know you don’t want to see me get hurt again, but Tara- I- I need to do this.” You said, finally putting on your last item of clothing and looking at the younger Carpenter in her eyes. “You can’t stop me. If that means you won’t ever talk to me again, then so be it. But I could really use a friend in all this.”

“I thought we moved past being friends.” Tara said, her lips quirking up into a smile.

“That's true.” You replied with a chuckle, looking down at the floor.

“If you do this- if we do this. You need to stay by me the whole time.”

“As if I was going to let you out of my sight anyway.”

“Then lets go kill this fucker.”

The two of you made your way out of the room, and towards the elevator. The doors dinged open but before you stepped into the elevator something caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

You ignored Tara’s confused glances and you walked towards a room, your hands grasped the handle as you looked through the glass.

There was only one person in the room and they occupied the bed, laying there as they used a monitor to breathe, a mask covering their face but you knew who they were.

Gale laid there, her steady breathing being recorded by the monitors surrounding her. A small tear fell from your eye and you felt a comforting hand rub up and down your back.

“She’s safe. She’s not going anywhere.” Tara said softly.

“I’m going to kill whoever did this to her.” You whispered harshly through your tears, the back of your throat burning.

“Let’s go, come on.” Tara said, her own tears brimming in her eyes as she led you away from Gale and into the elevator.

The ride was short and silent, you held onto Tara’s hand tightly, squeezing it every now and then to bring you some comfort.

When the doors opened you spotted Sam sitting beside Mindy, Chad, Ethan and Danny. Their heads snapped towards you and Tara, each of them getting up from their seats.

As you walked over to them, your grip on Tara’s hand never faltered, only tightening with every step. They each had guilty looks on their faces, rushing out apologies as you stood in front of them.

“Y/n.” Sam said, her voice quiet, it almost came out as a whisper.

“I know.” You replied, sending the Carpenter a smile. “You don’t need to apologise.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” Mindy questioned timidly, afraid to talk to you after her accusations.

“Probably,” you shrugged, “but we have a Ghostface to kill.”

“About that.” Sam mumbled. “Maybe he gets to win this time.”

“What?” You questioned, head turning to her.

“He wants to punish me, so maybe I'll let him.”

“No chance.” You scoffed, looking at the woman in disbelief.

“I’ll just give myself up. If this is what I have to do, to keep you safe, it's worth it.”

“That’s not how it works, Sam.” You said, shaking your head. “They want me too, I know they do. You know that too. This is bigger than before and I just can’t let you do that Sam. if anyone is going to be ‘giving themselves up’ it's got to be me.”

“No, we’re not doing that y/n. Definitely not.” Tara said, shaking her head, her hand tightening against yours as she pulled you to look at her. “No one is going to be giving themselves up.”

“This could be our only way of killing them.” You reasoned.

“I’m not letting you do that, no way. We can think of something else but you can’t- you just can’t.”

“Tara, it’s got to be either me or Sam, and I'm not letting it be her. So I have to do this.”

“No you don’t! Why can’t you understand that there is another way.” Tara stressed before turning to her sister. “Sam, you went back to woodsboro to protect me, every single day you make the decision to protect me, none of us would even be alive if it weren’t for you.”

You looked at Tara, watching as tears threatened to spill, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep it together.

“And, y/n. I can’t- I don’t want to lose you. I- I-”

“I know.” You smiled softly, sensing what Tara was going to say.

“You promised me a date and I'm counting on you being there. You two have to let us protect you this time.”

“No.” Sam whispered, shaking her head.

“Yes, we’re a team, remember?”

“Actually.” Mindy spoke up. “We’re a family.”

“Let’s go!” Chad said loudly, putting his hand between you all. “Core five!”

“Core what?” Danny questioned watching as you put your hands together.

“It’s an us thing.” Chad said.

“He’s gonna keep coming after us.” Sam sighed.

“Isn’t there somewhere like, safe, we can just hold up in?” Ethan questioned, speaking up for the first time.

“He’s just gonna keep finding us.” Tara said, looking over to the boy.

“Great.” Ethan sighed, looking away in thought.

“We could use that though.” Tara said, an idea coming to mind.

“What do you mean?” You asked with furrowed brows.

Tara didn't reply, she pulled her phone from her back pocket and dialled Bailey’s number. It rang a couple of times before he picked up. She put the phone on speaker and everyone listened in to what she was going to say.

“We need your help.” Tara spoke before explaining her plan to him.

“I’m getting my ass chewed out for not dropping the case and now you want me to do what?”

“We want to lure him into a secure location and trap him inside.”

“And then what?”

“We execute him.”

There was a long moment of silence, each of you waiting to see what he would reply with.

“Are you going to help us?”

“Let’s kill this son of a bitch.” Bailey said determinedly. “We’ll use the key cards to the theatre. It's going to have surveillance and security cameras but we can use that against him. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

“Got it.”

“And remember, travel in public. More people around you, the less chance he has to take a shot before you get there.”

“See you in a bit.” Tara said, hanging up the phone and looking up at you and Sam.

You gave Tara a smile accompanied by nod, telling her you were with her all the way. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze and that was all she needed for confidence.

Each of you quickly grabbed your things and headed towards the subway. The walk wasn't far and it didn't take you long till you were walking down the stairs and to a train.

“Is this even a good plan?” Ethan asked, following behind you.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Tara replied, walking ahead with purpose.

“So, we just peel off and the killer picks us off one by one. No thank you.”

“Let’s just get to the theatre.” Sam said, rushing towards the train. “Come on, in here.”

“Yes, because it’ll be a lot less scary in a serial killer movie theatre.” Chad mumbled sarcastically, walking quickly to try and get on the train.

You held onto Tara’s hand tightly, pulling her close to you and making sure you didn’t lose sight of her. You boarded the train with Tara, Sam, Chad and Danny not realising Mindy and Ethan didn’t make it on.

“Where’s Mindy?” Sam asked, looking around for the girl.

“She missed the train.” Chad sighed. “I was trying to wait for her but cute boy kept dragging me on.”

“I was trying to keep us together.” Danny said, defending himself.

“By pulling us apart?” Tara questioned, looking up at him with her eyebrows raised.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s fine.” Chad said, looking down at his phone. “She’s with Ethan, she’ll meet us there.”

“Oh shit.” You mumbled, looking ahead.

Everyone’s heads turned to what you were looking at and soon saw multiple people dressed up in Ghostface masks alongside people in their halloween costumes. The train’s lights started to flicker and Tara stumbled back into your body.

“Sorry.” Tara mumbled out, going to move away from you but you kept a protective arm around her waist.

“It’s no problem.” You replied, looking down at her.

“How many stops do we have?”

“Ten.” Sam sighed, looking at the map on the wall.

The train came to a halt at the next stop, multiple people got on and off and you made sure to keep an eye on each and every one of them.

“Still nothing from Mindy.” Chad said, looking down at his phone once again.

“Guys.” Sam mumbled out causing you to all turn your heads towards her.

You looked ahead, noticing someone in a Ghostface costume walking straight towards each of you. You tightened your hold on Tara, pushing her behind you as you glared at the person in the mask.

Danny stepped in front of Sam and watched as the person got even closer. Just as the masked person was about to walk into Danny they took a sharp turn and walked out of the train.

Tara moved your arm so it was around her shoulders, making her lean her head against your chest. You noticed Sam let out a sigh of relief, letting her shoulders deflate. The rest of the journey was a little less tense but the five of you were constantly vigilant for something to happen.

As you walked out of the subway, you spotted Kirby looking up at the theatre waiting for you to arrive.

“Hey.” Kirby greeted. “I talked to Bailey, I've got everything set up. Where are Mindy and Ethan?”

“They're five minutes behind us.” Tara said.

“Let's get you all inside.”

“Not you.” Sam said, suddenly turning around to face Danny.

“What?” He questioned.

“Don’t trust anyone, remember?” Sam pursed her lips, looking up at him for a moment. “We don’t know you, not really.”

“You know me.” Danny scoffed.

“You’re not Woodsboro. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I- I get it. Be safe, okay?” Danny reassured, kissing Sam on her cheek. “Okay?”

“You too.” Sam replied, turning her back and walking away with you, Kirby, Tara and Chad following her.

“Good call.” Kirby said as she walked inside the theatre.

Kirby opened the door with her key card, letting everyone inside before she followed in after.

“I cleared the whole place before you got here.” Kirby said. “So this is the only way in, or out. He steps through the first door, both doors lock, automatically trapping him inside. We turned it into a kill box.”

“Weapons?” Sam asked, crossing her arms.

“One gun, and I hold onto it.” Kirby told Sam who just rolled her eyes. “I’m the only one with the badge here and that’s the way it’s gonna be. We’re safe here.”

“I’m gonna check in with Mindy, see if they’re close.” Sam said, walking away while taking off her jacket.

You, Tara and Chad followed behind Sam the boy walking off to look around the room. Sam ventured off too, pulling her phone up to call Mindy leaving you with Tara.

Giving the younger Carpenter a smile, you took a hold of her hand and led her down a hallway and into another room.

Looking around you, there was a counter situated in front of some old stock of sweets some of which dated back to the nineties.

You leaned against the counter, watching as Tara took in everything around her. You reached for your back pocket and pulled out your phone, flipping it in your hand with a conflicted look on your face.

Swiping your phone open, you pulled up your contacts list. Your finger hovering over a certain name. You waited for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds before pressing your thumb on the contact.

You put your phone on speaker and the sound of ringing filled the room you and Tara occupied.

A few rings went past till the person on the other line picked up.

“Hello?” They answered, confused as to who was calling them.

“Hey, Sid.” You replied, a small smile on your face. “It’s me.”

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leclerc-s · 7 months

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la curiosidad - oscar piastri

─── ❝ no nos conocemos pero todo eso no nos importa ❞ ───

series masterlist

tropes: strangers to lovers, scared to love again

track 001. quien es el?

track 002. la del insta

track 003. te marque

track 004. vete a la fregada

track 005. jugaste y sufrí

track 006. segun quien

track 007. la vi llorar

track 008. está dañada

track 009. cuando tu me miras

... more to come soon

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kaitoflames · 1 month

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WANTED CONNECTIONS MASTERLIST.

abaixo está uma lista de cnns de todos os meus personagens. tenho muitas cnns legais, mas vi que existiam mais coisas que poderiam ser desenvolvidas com eles, então em caso de interesse, entrem em contato em qualquer um dos meus blogs 🖤

EVELYN.

001. you said, "we're not together" so now when we kiss i have anger issues (f only) – desde que voltou de nova roma após sua estadia de cinco anos, evelyn se envolveu com MUSE deixando claro que não queria nada sério, afinal, acabou de sair de um relacionamento de cinco anos. acontece que, talvez, sua casualidade envolva um carinho excessivo e MUSE não sabe mais como interpretar isso. a verdade é que evelyn desaprendeu a ser solteira, mesmo que queira continuar assim, e isso está tornando toda a situação um caos.

002. i swear that it was something (m/f) – há cerca de seis ou sete anos atrás, evelyn e MUSE tiveram alguma coisa, ou pelo menos, quase alguma coisa, mas nunca nada concreto. seja por evelyn já estar vendo alguém ou mesmo MUSE. e então evelyn foi para nova roma, e durante as férias que passou no acampamento, MUSE soube que ela estava namorando, posteriormente, que estava noiva. agora, evelyn está de volta e alega que não irá nunca mais voltar com seu antigo par, e MUSE, apesar de ter se acostumado com a perspectiva de ser só uma amizade, não consegue evitar pensar em como as coisas seriam se tentasse algo diferente. se arriscasse. afinal, não é como se ela também não tivesse sentido algo.

003. FECHADA. the wilderness (m/f) não confie em alguém que está sempre tão perto da insanidade. evelyn pode ser amigável e afetuosa, mas é inegável que ela é a primeira pessoa a abraçar sua loucura como se fosse algo positivo. e essa pré disposição para não confiar na filha de dionísio só se intensificou após um incidente envolvendo evelyn e sua forma animal. MUSE saiu com uma mordida muito feia na perna e uma birra eterna de evelyn, que por sua vez, se desculpou, mas é muito claro que ela não considera sua forma animal ruim, então do que adianta? bonus points se precisarem tocar nesse assunto por estarem juntes em algo. fechado com @yoonmgnolia

004. how far can you go? (m/f) a história é diferente com MUSE. há um fascínio maior por evelyn e sua habilidade, além de um incentivo para que ela aprimore seus talentos felinos. MUSE age quase como um cientista analisando sua criatura às vezes, mesmo que tente soar casual. evelyn não se importa muito, talvez, até goste da ideia de alguém a incentivando a ultrapassar certas barreiras já estabelecidas, afinal, ela também quer saber até onde pode ir.

005. you could call this the funeral (m/f) – o que une evelyn e MUSE são as tragédias. por estarem no acampamento há tanto tempo, já passaram por mais funerais do que qualquer um ali e, apesar de evelyn não poder chamar MUSE de melhor amigue ou algo do tipo, o elo que os une foi um caso específico durante a infância, com a morte precoce de um semideus querido, onde foram o principal apoio um para o outro. naquela época prometeram morrer juntos em batalha e apenas assim. hoje em dia, tentam se manter vivos. com a morte de aidan, o laço tornou a se estreitar, e evelyn se permite ser especialmente melancólica em sua presença.

006. so what now? should we talk? (m/f) evelyn teve uma adolescência caótica. todos que estavam lá passaram por isso. nunca foi uma pessoa ruim, mas era intensa e guiada pelos sentimentos ao extremo. isso acabou causando atrito com MUSE, com quem tinha amizade há muitos anos. acabaram se afastando após uma briga. mas agora que voltou, evelyn está... diferente. brilhante e chamativa como sempre, claro, mas algo mudou fundamentalmente. amadureceu e se tornou mais responsável. pela personalidade não ter mudado na superfície, MUSE se sente num impasse. quer se reaproximar, mas não sabe se vale a pena. evelyn por outro lado, morre de saudades, mas também não sabe se deveria dizer algo.

KAITO.

001. FECHADA. castle on the hill (m/f) MUSE morou com kaito por alguns meses após sua saída do acampamento, há cerca de seis ou sete anos atrás. foi apenas por necessidade, mas se acostumaram a presença um do outro. infelizmente a ocasionalidade de monstros os fez se separar. mas MUSE definitivamente é a pessoa com quem mais viveu aventuras, já que passaram por um período muito agitado juntos. as lembranças hoje em dia são quase cômicas, e trazem muita nostalgia. fechado com @psylcve

002. FECHADA. damn good friends (f only) kaito é um amigo. todo mundo sabe que, essencialmente, ele é só um amigo e ele já dispensou inúmeras pessoas por alegar que não tinha interesse nelas desse jeito, inclusive MUSE, há muito tempo, antes de se estabelecerem como puramente platônicos. e, veja que azar. justamente quando ele começa a se sentir diferente por MUSE, ele é o primeiro a perceber que isso provavelmente é unilateral a essa altura, já que tantos anos se passaram. ainda assim, não consegue evitar. fechado com @opiummist

003. FECHADA. i broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it (m/f) – ressentimento é a palavra que melhor define os sentimentos de MUSE a respeito de kaito. eram melhores amigos, se apaixonaram, foram um casal, terminaram e foram incapazes de se dar um tempo para se esquecerem de verdade. sempre houve muito sentimento e pouca coragem para serem verdadeiros. acontece que, nesse caso, o silêncio mais os magoou do que realmente encerrou essa página. e não muito depois kaito foi embora do meio-sangue, tornando impossível que não haja um estranhamento agora que estão no mesmo espaço. quando kaito foi embora, ele não sabia se despedir, e MUSE se sentiu como alguém que não tinha mais importância para ele. @qiqilewis

004. FECHADA building warrior (m/f) que kaito é um fabricante excepcional de armas todo mundo sabe, a questão é que ele não parece particularmente inclinado em ser tão bom fazendo armas quanto é utilizando armas, afinal, em batalha todos os seus ataques são com fogo, e os que não consegue, ele usa de improvisos para lutar. e sempre fica muito ferido no processo. sem querer aceitar essa realidade, MUSE está tentando convencer kaito há tempos que ele precisa saber o máximo possível de coisas, incluindo batalha corpo a corpo. @azolman

005. don’t hide yourself (m/f) kaito notou que os materiais da forja andam sumindo, e nenhum de seus irmãos sabem a razão. um dia, decidido a entender do que se trata, ele monta uma armadilha inofensiva, na qual MUSE cai. é aí que elu confessa que tem um interesse grandioso em fabricar coisas, desde engenhocas até armas, e, contra suas expectativas, kaito se oferece para lhe ajudar a se aperfeiçoar, deste modo, fazendo com que se tornem amigos.

006. sleeping with a friend (m/f) MUSE também preferiu morar fora do acampamento. na época, kaito ficou feliz que alguém que conhecia também moraria perto dele. havia acabado de se mudar de new york e era bom ver um rosto conhecido pela califórnia. as boas memórias do acampamento foram responsáveis pela vontade que tinham de passar cada vez mais tempo juntos. mas nada além de amizade aconteceu. bom, nada além de noites descompromissadas aqui e ali quando a solidão batia à porta. apesar disso, kaito se surpreendeu por nunca ter misturado as coisas.

TADEU.

001. FECHADA grumpy x sunshine (m/f) – o temperamento de tadeu não é muito fácil. como uma pessoa ácida e bastante amarga, nem todos conseguem ultrapassar o limite de conversas casuais com o semideus, mas MUSE, de alguma forma, levitou diretamente até ele, sendo seu oposto complementar. pode chamar de soft spot, amizade improvável ou que for, o fato é que MUSE o ajuda a ser menos cínico, em contrapartida a tadeu, que pode ensinar uma ou duas lições sobre estabelecer limites à MUSE. fechado com @opiummist

002. curiosity killed the cat (m/f) – estar sempre com óculos escuros causa intriga em muita gente, é verdade. ele já explicou que seu poder é destrutivo demais para qualquer pessoa suportar, mas MUSE não acreditou até ter que passar por isso. dito e feito. assim que MUSE arrancou os óculos de tadeu, o pior aconteceu: elu sentiu uma dor equivalente a tudo que já havia feito outras pessoas sentirem. a recuperação durou dias. desde então, MUSE e tadeu se evitam. sugestão: talvez muse tenha algum poder mental e achou que conseguia resistir.

003. is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me? (m/f) – por mais antipático que seja, tadeu gosta muito de flertar com pessoas bonitas. MUSE se ofereceu para ajudá-lo com combate, afinal, tem apenas três anos que tadeu faz parte desse mundo, entretanto, a ajuda despretensiosa acabou ficando intensa demais uma vez, e há claramente uma tensão palpável toda vez que estão na arena.

004. FECHADA brutal honesty (m/f) – você não esperaria que tadeu fosse alguém a quem recorrer para conselhos, não é? acontece que, por ser muito verdadeiro, MUSE sabe que ele jamais mentiria sobre qualquer coisa. tadeu não mente sobre nada, por mais difícil que seja a verdade, e tem opiniões formadas sobre muitas coisas. por isso, já aconteceram inúmeras situações entre eles baseadas nisso. fechado com @psylcve

005. upside down (m/f) – MUSE não gosta de tadeu, simplesmente é de sua natureza julgar, e MUSE não consegue aceitar esse fato e, por conta disso, sempre estão em atrito. para tadeu, isso não passa de uma hipocrisia, afinal, todos se julgam o tempo todo, mas para MUSE ele não passa de alguém presunçoso. não conseguem se entender.

006. love me hate me say what you want about me (m/f) para tadeu, as linhas entre amor e ódio sempre são complexas. desde que chegou, nutriu uma relação de antipatia por MUSE. mas isso não necessariamente significa que ele não gosta delu, pelo contrário. embora seja ácido e aparente não se importe, elu é a primeira pessoa que procura quando se sente angustiado ou quer ajuda, porque sente que é sua relação mais duradoura no acampamento, e a mais profunda. MUSE pode até não ter o título de amigue, mas tadeu sente que se conhecem o suficiente para segredar momentos de fragilidade, e depois voltar a serem apenas "inimigos".

#007. extras.

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