#AND shes been ready to kill people if necessary multiple times

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How Did Love Become So Violent?

Ghostface!Tara Carpenter x reader

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Warning(s): ghostface!Tara, canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of stitches

Word count: 5k words

Summary: A new ghostface has been terrorizing Woodsboro. After one of your friends is killed, you fear how close the killer might be. You could’ve never guessed Tara was the one behind everything

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Tara Carpenter had been a constant in your life ever since you had memory.

When you lost your first tooth, she helped you hide it underneath your pillow and slept with you, holding you so you wouldn’t be taken by the Tooth Fairy. When you broke your leg trying to skateboard at fourteen, she was there on the drive to the hospital, holding your hand and telling you everything was going to be okay. When you failed your math final and your father hit you for the first time, she was there, screaming at him and dragging you towards her house.

When everything else went to shit, Tara was there, next to you, helping you through it. So when murders began to happen again in Woodsboro, she was, of course, there.

You were staying at her house for the weekend, enjoying the calmness after so many days of chaos within the school walls. Another ghostface— god, you couldn’t believe it. People wouldn’t shut up about it either.

“Y/N,” Tara called from the kitchen. You muted the TV, turning to look at her. When she entered the room, she was smiling. “The popcorn’s almost ready.”

“Cool,” you said, getting up to grab two cans of soda from the fridge. 

“Hope the movie’s ready when I get there,” Tara turned back towards the kitchen, humming as she stared at the microwave. She seemed happy— happier than usual. You could only assume it was because summer vacation was getting closer. She hated school.

“Wanna know what we're gonna watch?” You asked, setting a glass on the coffee table. Tara hated drinking soda directly from the can.

“What are you watching?” She said. She only stopped looking at you when the microwave beeped. She put the bag of popcorn out, and poured the content into a bowl.

“Just the news,” you said, raising your shoulders.

“Turn that off,” she said, walking towards the sofa. She set the popcorn down harsher than necessary, sitting beside you. “You know how you get with this stuff.”

You nodded, deciding to open the Netflix app on the TV. Tara was right— you hated the whole ghostface fiasco. If you had to be honest, it scared you to pieces, though you would never admit it out loud in fear people would call you a coward. You sometimes wished you could just move out of Woodsboro, its bloody history making your bones chill. But of course, you were still underage so leaving was not an option, and even if it was, that would mean leaving Tara.

You couldn’t leave her, not after she was abandoned by her father and her sister, and her mother became a drunk. You had promised it the night Tara ran to your house, crying as she told you that Sammy is gone. You had held her throughout the night, whispering in her ear that she wasn’t alone.

“I’m right here. I’m never going to leave you,” you had pulled away then, looking into her brown eyes, surrounded by red from all the crying. “We’ll always be together.”

Something had changed in her face then, something that had made you realize it wasn’t simple words— it was a promise. One you weren’t sure how far Tara would take it to make sure you kept it.

“Sorry if I was harsh,” Tara said, as you scrolled through the multiple movie options. You turned to look at her. “I’m— I didn’t mean it that way.”

“You weren’t harsh,” you said, leaving the remote on the sofa to grab her hand. You wrapped your arms around her left one, resting your head on her shoulder. “You’re right. I get really spooked by those things. I know you’re just trying to protect me.”

And it was true. Ever since you were kids, Tara had protected you. Once, when a group of children had pushed you off a swing, she had punched one straight on the nose, hard enough to make it bleed. She had them feigned regret, telling the mother of the kid she was swinging her hands around and he just ran into her fist. You had backed her up, and after a while the mother had given up and had left the two of you alone.

It got worse after her father left, and once her sister did as well… Tara changed. She was still sweet, and caring, and the best friend in the entire world, but sometimes she would get this look on her face when you declined hanging out with her, or when you talked about how cute that guy from the TV show you were watching was. You weren’t sure what exactly it was; if it really was anything at all and not just your mind playing tricks on you, but whatever it was, you hoped it never got worse.

“I am,” Tara said. She kissed you on the head. “I will always protect you.”

You hummed, eyes getting heavy. Tara was always so warm, it felt nice to rest against her.

“Oh! Titanic,” you said. You two alternated every movie night to have control over the movie choices; you would always pick the romances or the romcoms, and Tara would choose scary movies that always ended up with you screaming and hiding your face in Tara’s neck.

“You’re a hopeless romantic,” Tara said, laughing. She grabbed the popcorn and set it on her lap, leaning back against the sofa as you pressed play.

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

Wes Hicks was found dead the following day, stabbed through the heart and neck, the cut so fiercely that the killer had almost fractured the bones on his spine. He was the fourth victim, and the closest to your group of friends.

Wes’ mother, Judy, had woken you and Tara up that morning, eyes red as she frantically asked you to go to the police station. You had gotten into her car, confused; she had almost dragged you towards it, so fast that you were still wearing your pjs and Tara’s jacket— she had lent it to you after she saw you shaking in the morning breeze.

“I can’t believe Wes is dead,” Chad said. After the interrogations, you had gathered around with Tara, Amber, Mindy and her outside the police station.

“Me either,” you said.

Amber rolled her eyes when she saw you were crying. “Honey, don’t be a crybaby. He was a dork anyways.”

You looked taken back by her words. “Wes is— was a good person. Don’t talk about him like that.”

“What are you gonna do?” She asked, moving closer to you. “Stab me?”

“What the fuck, Amber?” Mindy said, pushing her away. “Stop acting like that. Our friend is dead.”

“And we might be next,” she said, raising her shoulders. “Who the fuck knows. He was the weakest one anyway.”

“Don’t say that,” you said, sharply. You knew deep down that if someone from your friend group were to die, it would be Wes, but that didn’t mean she had to be so cruel about it, especially when his mother was a few feet away, mourning him.

“Where were you last night?” Mindy asked, crossing her arms.

Amber looked at her, and then laughed. “In my fucking house, where else?” After a moment of silence, she crossed her arms as well, moving to be in front of Mindy. “And why the fuck are you asking me that?”

“You seem rather relaxed and almost happy that your supposed friend is dead,” Chad said. “You can’t blame us for asking.”

“Oh, but I can,” Amber said, in a soft voice. “Because I can also ask where you were, and where your girlfriend was.”

“Leave Liv out of this,” Chad said, walking towards the dark-haired woman.

“Maybe you are the killer,” Amber said, eying the twins. “You two; the brains,” she pointed towards Mindy, “and the muscle.”

“I was with Liv,” Chad said.

“And I was with Frances,” Mindy said, harshly.

Amber looked at you then. “And what about you?”

“I was with Tara the entire day,” you said, feeling uncomfortable under her stare. You hated that Tara was being surprisingly quiet and wasn’t defending you.

“How convenient,” Amber said, shaking her head. “Everyone but me has a perfect alibi.”

“Maybe it’s because you are the killer,” Mindy said.

“Fuck off,” Amber said. “I’m not. But…” she turned to look at you— no, right behind you. Something crossed Amber’s face then, and she laughed. “Oh, I know just who the person is,” she said. “I know exactly who the new ghostface is,” she chuckled, turning around.

“What?” Mindy asked, looking taken back by her sudden change. “Amber!”

“What?” Amber said, getting out her car keys. “Angry I figured it out before the queen of horror?”

Tara ran after Amber, stopping her. The three of you looked as they talked, and then Amber left pushing Tara away.

“What did she say?” Chad asked.

“I asked her to go to the police,” Tara said, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I told her if she knew something she should go tell Judy, so we can get justice over Wes, but she said she doesn’t fuck with the police. Whatever that means.”

“It means she’s lying,” Mindy said. “She doesn’t know who ghostface is, and is just trying to fuck with us.”

“I think so too,” Tara said. “I just hope ghostface didn’t hear her.”

“Should we tell Judy?” You asked, leaning into Tara’s body. “Maybe he’s heard and Amber is her next victim.”

The four of you went quiet. You looked around, noticing how many people were in the surroundings of the police station. It ought to be busy, considering what had just happened, but that could mean ghostface was around, watching you and choosing his next target. A chill went down your body, and you burrowed your body into Tara’s. She held you closer, feeling your uneasiness.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tara said. You could feel the vibrations of her voice through her body. “Amber is just fucking with us, and Judy has enough to deal with already. Giving her a possible lead and it turning into Amber being an idiot…”

“It’d break her heart,” you said, understanding her reasoning. “You’re right. Besides, it’s not like ghostface would just be stalking us… right?”

“Yeah,” Mindy said. She too was looking around, taking in all the faces surrounding your group. Inconspicuously, she pulled out her phone and took photos of the people. “Just in case.”

“Good thinking,” you said, making Mindy smile.

“I say we go back home and wait until we know something else,” Chad said. He turned to look at you. “Your mom is still off on that business trip, right?” You nodded. After your father left, your mother got a job that required her to be away for long periods of time. It paid the bills, so you didn’t complain much. “Then go to Tara’s, or Tara goes to your house. Once Liv is done being interrogated, I’ll take her to our house,” he looked at Mindy, who nodded. “And tomorrow we gather around and try to figure out who this fucker is. But until then, no one goes anywhere alone.”

“What about Amber?” you asked.

“Her house has a dope security system,” Tara said. “She’s safer inside her house. We’ll text her later about tomorrow. Maybe she actually knows who’s ghostface.”

“I doubt it,” Mindy said, never once the one who was okay with losing.

“I doubt it as well,” Tara said. “But we won’t know until tomorrow. So today we do what Chad said. Got it?”

All of you nodded, but you still felt something gripping at the back of your throat. Something was off, something that Amber could have figured out, but what was it?

“Hey,” Tara said, opening the car door for you. “It’s going to be fine, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, eyes staring straight ahead. 

You could be the next victim. You could already see the headlines: Y/N Y/L/N, dead at 18. You looked over at Tara. She could be the next one.

“What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. She closed the car door and locked it, turning once again to look at you. “What is it, baby?”

You felt tears in your eyes. “Don’t leave me.”

“I would never leave you,” Tara said, cradling your face in her hands. “Never, okay?”

“What if you’re the next one?” You asked. You could almost see it; Tara, laying breathless on the ground, blood slowly clogging around stab wounds. “I— I don’t want you to die. Please. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered. “And nothing is going to happen to me, okay? I’m going to be with you all day, and then we’ll take down that asshole together.”

“Please, don’t die,” you begged, grabbing her by her shirt. “Please.”

“I won’t,” she said. You couldn’t believe how sure she sounded.

You shook your head, and without stopping to think of the consequences, you cut the distance between your lips. Tara responded automatically, grabbing your neck and deepening the kiss. After a moment of just enjoying her close to you, you pulled away. “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow,” she said. She was still holding you by the neck. “Where did that come from?” She whispered. Her breath hit your lips, and you licked them, looking into her eyes.

“I— I’m not sure,” you said. You rubbed your nose against her, making her laugh softly. “I didn’t want one of us to die without doing this.”

“We’re not going to die,” she said. “Scratch that. I must’ve died and gone to heaven, because this is all I ever wanted.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I think I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

You chuckled, pulling away to caress her cheek. “If we make it—”

“We will.”

“If we make it,” you said, giving her a hard look. She laughed, moving her hand towards your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

She smiled, lips stretching almost painfully. You couldn’t help yourself from kissing her again, teeth crashing into each other as you laughed. You had been wanting to kiss her for ages, and it had taken a new ghostface for you to gather up your courage.

A new ghostface. Wes, dead. And here you were, kissing and laughing with Tara. It felt like a dishonor to his memory.

“What is it?” Tara asked, noticing how your face had dropped.

“I just can’t believe he’s gone,” you whispered, blinking at the new tears that were trying to escape. “He was alive just yesterday, talking and laughing… it’s not fair.”

“It isn’t,” Tara agreed, resting a hand on your thigh. “But we’re going to figure it out, alright? And you’re going to be just fine.”

You chuckled. “You can’t promise that, Tara. Not when there’s a killer on the loose.”

Tara smiled then, and something in the back of your mind screamed at the sight; that wasn’t her normal smile, the one she had just given you after the kiss. It was gone the next second, when she reached over the console to kiss you on the cheek, and you smiled softly at the gesture. God, this whole mess was driving you crazy. 

“You’re safe,” she said. “Don’t worry.”

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a noise somewhere in the house. You sat up in Tara’s bed, reaching for her side of the bed.

Empty.

You had spent the entire day with her, laughing and stealing kisses. She had ordered chinese and had let you put on one of your favorite comedies to make sure your mind stayed away from Wes. She had even made you lasagna, even though she always complained about how dragging it was to make it all for it to end up tasting like feet, and you had fallen asleep shortly after, the taste of her mother’s wine still on your lips as you kissed her goodnight.

“Tara?” You asked, rubbing your eyes. Your head hurt as you got up, going to the bathroom. She wasn’t there either. You walked back to the bedroom as quietly as possible, grabbing your phone. You turned on the flashlight and, after a moment where you took a deep breath and gathered some courage, you walked downstairs.

You walked into the kitchen, thinking maybe Tara had gone there for a glass of water. Instead, you found it empty. You turned on the light and tried calling Tara, but it went straight to voicemail.

Something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong.

You grabbed a knife and turned around, looking at the place. It seemed empty, but was it? Had ghostface somehow gotten inside the house? Had Tara gone to check out some noise, just like you were doing now, and ghostface had killed her?

“Tara?” You asked in a whisper, rushing to turn on the lights of the living room.

Nothing. You looked behind the sofa, and the closet beside the front door where Tara kept all her coats. Nothing. You made sure the front door was closed, and then ran towards the dining room. Nothing. Nothing.

Where the hell was Tara?

You decided to check the bedrooms upstairs, and moved towards the kitchen to grab a bigger knife. Before you could, a hand covered your mouth and dragged you back to the living room, turning off the lights as they went. You tried to scream, and even bite off the hand, but they were wearing thick gloves that all it did was make your jaw hurt.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you,” you heard that disgusting modulated voice, and tears began to fall.

Ghostface was going to kill you. Ghostface had killed Tara, and she was probably laying in one of the guest rooms upstairs, her blood staining the carpet. 

Once he let you go, you turned around, ready to stab him right in the chest. But he was faster, grabbing your hand and twisting it until you dropped the knife. You gasped, feeling tears as you saw your only lifeline fall to the ground in front of your eyes.

You were dead. All he had to do now was raise his knife and—

He did raise his hand, but it was empty. He grabbed your face, caressing your cheek. The material of the glove was surprisingly soft against your skin.

“Fuck you,” you said, trying to punch him in the face. He grabbed your other hand, and pushed you towards his body. The warmth felt familiar, and the smell… no, it couldn’t be.

You looked in complete shock as ghostface raised his hand and took off his mask.

Your knees almost gave in when you looked into Tara’s eyes.

No. No. No fucking way. This had to be a nightmare. Tara wouldn’t…

She wouldn’t, would she?

“Baby,” Tara whispered, dropping the mask to the ground. She stepped towards you, but you immediately moved away as you shook your head. It couldn’t be.

“You’re pranking me,” you said, voice shaky. “You— it can’t be.”

“Baby, let me explain,” she said. Though the awful mask was on the ground, she was still wearing the black robe. It made her look terrifying against the darkness, almost as if she was a flying head.

“Explain?” You asked, putting even more distance between the two of you. “You’re— you’re ghostface?”

“Yes,” Tara said. She was starting to look desperate, and you didn’t want to know what she would do then.

Would she kill you, just like she had killed Wes and those other three students? Were you her next victim? Was what had happened today all a lie, a way to get you to lower your defenses? If you hadn’t woken up, would she have stabbed you in your sleep?

“God,” you said. The tears were falling too fast now. You could barely breathe.

“Baby, listen to me,” Tara was begging. She wanted to get close to you so she could kill you? You looked at her hands, raised in surrender. Where was she keeping her knife? “Please, just let me explain.”

“You’re going to kill me,” you said, crying.

“No!” She said, in a rush. She frantically shook her head, walking all the way until she had you in her arms. You tried not to shake. “Baby, Y/N— please, look at me. Please.”

Her left hand grabbed your chin, guiding your face until you had no choice but to look at her. “Tara, how could you?” Her gloves felt wet, and you touched your chin, looking to see your fingers bloody. “God. God, Tara. This is blood.”

“It’s not mine,” she said, cursing to herself as she took off the gloves. Stupid, she should’ve taken them off before touching you.

“Whose is it?” You asked, drying your hand on your shirt. “Fucking tell me!” You pushed at her chest, hating how much she was prolonging it. You just wanted her to kill you so you could be over this panic. 

“Amber’s.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the name. So she knew— she had figured out Tara was the killer, and that had gotten her killed. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

“What?”

“When she said she knew who the killer was,” Tara said, once again moving towards you. “I ran to her and told her we’d talk at night,” she was soft as she grabbed your hands. It felt nice to finally feel her skin on yours. “She said yes, because she wanted to be part of it. The fucking hero who will bring the Stab movies back from it���s fall from grace,” you swallowed hard, trying not to picture Tara stabbing Amber. “I put sleeping pills on the wine,” your breath was momentarily stuck in your throat; so that was why she had declined the glass you had offered her. “So you would fall asleep fast. That way I could go talk to get and not implicate you. It was to keep you safe, and out of this.”

“Jesus Christ,” you rubbed your forehead. Now it made sense why your head had hurt so much when you had woken up. It was a wonder you were even awake now, which was probably why she had been more careless moving around the house and making noises.

“ I was just going to talk to her. I swear. I didn’t want to kill her,” she sounded desperate as she grabbed your cheeks, making you look at her. “She kept the back door open, and I got in. I had the ghostface costume on my back because I knew she’d want to see it. And she did. God, her eyes…” she shook her head. “She was delighted when I told her how I killed Wes, and those three other boys.” Those three other boys who had asked you out this past year, you completed the sentence. How could you have been so stupid to not connect everything before? It all pointed towards you, which in turn pointed towards Tara. “But then,” Tara said. “But then she started to talk about my sister, and—” she shook her head. “That doesn’t matter. We were going to arrange an attack on her, to eliminate her as a suspect, and then one on me. But I knew the more she talked, that she was planning on killing you. Her movie could only have two survivors. I knew it, and she knew it. I couldn’t allow it. So I went into the bathroom while she was typing on her computer with a smile on her face and put on the mask and the robe, and then I killed her. She couldn’t kill you.”

“Why?” You asked, trying not to notice Tara’s fingers gently drying your tears. “Because I’m yours to kill?”

“No!” Tara said. “You— no. Please, don’t ever say that,” the desperation in her voice surprised you. “Please. No. Never. I will never let anyone hurt you, not even myself. I will never hurt you.”

“Tara, you’re a murderer,” you said, blinking rapidly. You refused to cry anymore. You were too angry to shed any more tears. “You fucking killed Wes!”

“Because he was going to steal you,” Tara said. Her eyes were wide open; it made her look terrifying, so different from the girl you’ve known for so long. “He was in love with you. I heard him talk with Chad, saying how he wanted to ask you on a date. I couldn’t let him do it.”

“God, Tara…” you closed your eyes, letting your head fall towards the wall. You weren’t even sure when she had cornered you, but it made your heart beat faster when you realized you had nowhere else to go. “You… you’re crazy. Like clinically sick in the head. Mental asylum type of way.”

“You drive me crazy,” she whispered, her lips hovering over yours. You put your hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. “I did all of this for you. So we could be together.”

“Tara—”

“We have to be together,” she said. “Don’t you see? It’s always been you and I. My father left, my sister left, my mother doesn’t even look my way on the rare occasion she’s home… but you have never left me, because you’re my constant. I can’t let anyone take you away from me. I’d go crazy without you.”

“And this is not crazy?” You asked, fisting her robe harshly. You couldn’t help but remember just that morning, when you had grabbed her shirt the same way to push her towards you. The memory tasted bittersweet now, tainted by her recent actions.

“This is me making sure things stay the same,” Tara said. Her nose caressed your neck, and you let her. Your body was completely petrified. “We’ve been so good lately. You even kissed me today. You want to be my girlfriend. You asked me on a date.”

“That was before,” You said, shaking your head.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she said, desperate. “I’m still the same person I was this morning.”

“I thought I knew you,” you said in a whisper. “I thought… I thought we were in this together. I didn’t know you were a fucking killer.”

Tara swallowed, tears in her eyes. “Please,” she said, hands on your hands. “Please, please. Y/N, please. Don’t leave me.”

“Tara…”

“I’ll beg until my throat is raw. I’ll beg on my knees— do you want me to get on my knees and ask you for forgiveness? I will right now. I’ll do whatever you want.”

You rushed to grab her forearms when you saw her beginning to lower herself onto the ground. “Don’t do that,” you said through gritted teeth. “Get up. Jesus.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, straightening her back. “Please. You’re all I have. I did this for you— for us. I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me if you leave.”

“For fuck’s sake…” This was too much. You looked down, and saw her hands were shaking. Her eyes were full of fear, so profound you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging her. She immediately relaxed into your body, head pressed against your neck as she sobbed.

“I did this for us. Don’t leave me,” she whispered over and over, as you ran your hands through her back. 

You were reminded of the night her sister left. You had held her just like this, and she had shaken the same way as she cried. What would happen if you packed your bags and left, just like you had been planning in your mind ever since she had removed that mask? Something horrible, even compared to those four kills.

You didn’t want to know what would happen. It made your skin crawl with fear.

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

She felt small in your arms, opposite to how she usually acted— like the oldest, the strongest, unable to feel any fear or pain as she let you rely on her. She had always tried to be strong for you, with the exception of now; and that time when she was a little kid and had scraped her knee, so hard she had needed two stitches. You had hugged her as she shook in pain, waiting for your mom to pull out the car so she could take her to the hospital.

“Don’t go,” she begged. It was hard to imagine this same girl that was clutching onto you killing people emotionlessly. It was hard to see her as anything but your Tara.

“I won’t,” you whispered, running your hand through her hair. “I won’t leave you.”

“You won’t?” She asked, pulling away to look at you. You sighed, drying her tears.

“I won’t,” you said, hating how your loyalty towards her was stronger than your moral compass. But this was Tara, a girl who loved you, and a girl that would be dangerous if you weren’t there to stop her. “But you have to promise you won’t kill anyone else.”

She hesitated, eyes looking at the ground. You wondered if she was too far gone to live without killing now she had gotten a taste for it.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.

“I promise.”

And deep down, you knew she was lying. But you still allowed her to grab your neck and kiss you. Her lips were just as soft as when you kissed her for the first time.

You weren’t sure if you had made the right choice.

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Review of Smosh's Funeral Roast

I am harsh at times, but know it all comes from a place of love!

Spoilers under the cut

I live in Europe. This is relevant because of timezones: the funeral roast of Anthony Padilla was live at 6pm for them, meaning 3am for me. I am not the youthful insomniac I once was so I had to train my sleep schedule the entire week - otherwise I would miss it because I fell asleep. But I wanted to witness this live. I love smosh.

The trailer for this roast deserves an award: Ian and the cast have a movie night as suddenly the light turns blue and everyone but Ian freezes. He seems to know what's going on and discovers a zombie or ghost like Anthony levitating. The cast of the roast are all introduced and all play a gothic, churchy kind of character. See the full trailer here (it's currently at 666k views, how fun):

Around 1am I got impatient and decided not to wait for my alarm clock but to install myself on the couch, with a blanket and a scarf, and a hot cup of tea, god knows I would need it. I watched episodes of the Scott Pilgrim Netflix series to kill the time. The character Todd Ingram reminded me a lot of Anthony and I wonder whether Anthony has 'vegan superpowers' as well. Probably so.

Finally, the pre-show begins. This is pretty uneventful as they play a game and succesfully convince thousands of viewers to buy their tickets to the main show. I look at them. Everyone is gorgeous. But I can't look away from Ian and Anthony. And here is where I stray from actually reviewing the show to let my inner fangirl out: holy fuck they are hot. Me and my friends on tumblr have been making 'forgive me Father, for I have SINNED' jokes because his character, 'the pastor', just brings that out in people. We're not used to Ian in black, or in a robe, and he looks phenomenal. And then there is Anthony, clothed in a ridiculous Harry Styles-esque lace top with lace gloves, resting his head on Ian's shoulder. It's such a cute moment, Ian pushes him upright. He can be alive for a second before his funeral. My heart melts. Honerable mention: Courtney's bikini girl cleavage right behind Ian. The girls were ready to rock. Okay, okay, back to the review.

The room feels kind of small and a bit claustrophobic. The Smosh art dept. always steps up, so the stained glass "friendship never dies" high-five looks incredible, and the megachad-Anthony portrait hilarious. The casket is huge. But the props make the set look even smaller. I think the problem is the cameras. I realize how difficult camerawork is when you have multiple focus points to switch between, but next time they should do a lot of practice with this to streamline, to get everyone in the shot and better capture people's reactions to the roasts.

Ian walks in. He starts off with a bit about who Anthony is: a hot, hardworking guy with a big dick. Those are the main takeaways of his roasts.

Amanda is next. She looks beautiful but very wacky. Her deliverance and accent are stellar, though. She truly is top talent at Smosh. Her roasts are also some of the most scorching of the night. She doesn't shy away from calling out Anthony's past problematic behavior and less than stellar performance in the bedroom ("look it up!") She gets a round of applause and deservedly so.

Tommy follows with a kind of angry roast, and proceeds to read the will, from which nobody comes away unscathed. I feels like his words about Anthony supposedly hating the cast are a necessary evil. Just the same day Anthony posted his interview with Shayne on his personal channel. There we learned that Shayne didn't know before if Ian and Anthony actually had wanted to hire them. Anthony said they were very much involved, something I don't know whether to believe. As apparently, Ian never talked about it with Shayne either, for all those years. Shayne had also been very apprehensive when Anthony came back, not knowing what would happen and the first change was to boot the entire cast off the main channel. I feel like Tommy's roast puts the topic on the table and hopefully they will talk about it more until nobody has any doubt left.

Now I have to insert that one of my main critiques of the night is that lots of people both did a lot of obvious jokes (tattoos, leaving smosh, general appearance) and did not go hard enough. Anthony kind of has an awkward CEO vibe (he's not the ceo but still) about him that seems to make even the cast a bit wary of him. I had hoped for jokes about that.

Brandon Rogers is next and rightfully points out the lack of celebrities in the line-up. Doesn't Anthony have more friends who want to roast him? Either he doesn't or the rest of Smosh don't have access to them. Which is both fine, because it is a Smosh party after all.

Arasha comes in swinging with all kinds of Zoomer slang that I frankly don't understand but her deadpan delivery is like a breath of fresh air. She ends with a very nice message. That kind of undercuts her roasts though, I wish she would have been meaner.

Now it is time for the musical half-time show, which actually deserves its own review. Performed by Angela and Chanse, this is incredible. By far, the most professional part of the evening. These are no theater kids, as they still call themselves. These are Broadway acTORS! I was really taken away by their talent. Not only do they act, but they also sing amazingly? Did you hear Angela do screamo?! And Chanse's riffs? They pointedly mention the sexual tension between Ian and Anthony, both on- and off screen. This has been occupying my mind ever since. Wow, sorry I went fangirl-mode again. But the halftime show simply is that good. Keith makes an appearance at the end and brings the show back down to earth with his humor.

The biggest surprise guests are next in what I can only describe as Dan telling the horny tale of his years long obsession with Anthony, and the many, many times he unloaded on the 'sexy Anthony' calender (which is a real calender, I was there when it came out but was broke at the time, darnit). Dan and Phil have been shedding their PG personas on their own channels for a while now, but for those who don't watch them daily this December - they're doing gamingmas and it's chaos - it is shocking what X-rated stuff comes out of their mouths. Anthony is visibly taken aback. Good!

As the show progresses, Ian keeps moderating as the pastor. It is great to see him so in control and enjoying the roast of his best friend. The joke of Ian not being able to show his emotions comes up a lot, but today I see him mainly just having fun.

Of course, then there is Bikini Girl, whom I had high hopes for, maybe too high. She is hilarious, but nothing really stings. Courtney does also direct the whole show, so super kudos to her. I just don't think she has the best roasts. She is followed by Rhett and Link, who just do their regular thing. It is funny but not very original. You can only hear so many tattoo jokes before it gets old. We do see Link's bare torso, so a win for fangirls (gender neutral).

Then Shayne, or should I say the Chosen has his turn. He is absolutely in character and does great. I just don't know if the Chosen is the best person to deliver roasts. It feels more like a Shayne party than a roast of Anthony. Which enough people love all the same, I'm sure.

Angela is 'the vessel', a possessed girl, reading the roasts from the audience. These roasts are very mid (they should have included mine! /j), but her delivery is again stellar. Smosh is really lucky to have her.

And last but not least, Ian goes on a second roasting spree. Only, it isn't a roast? He just makes fun of Anthony’s baby picture and then proceeds to tell Anthony how grateful he is for him, how he's so glad they are friends again and that he loves him? Anthony is crying by this time, which makes the moment even more tender.

Of course, Anthony has to do a counter-roast. It is apparent that he is still affected by all the roasting or 'love-bombing' as Amanda calls it. And he's not as good at live comedy yet. Still, his jokes are funny and really in Anthony's own style. He concludes with Ian's quote of being happy to burn Smosh to the ground with him. I knew that quote would be ingrained in Anthony's mind. It was one of the sweetest things Ian had ever said to him, after all. Until Ian has now told him he loves him, of course.

And then it was 5 am. I got a healthy two hours of sleep in! I came away from this roast with a content smile and a full heart. This was well worth the ticket, the staying up late. I am happy to be a member and support them monthly, I've loved their humor even before they started their youtube channel. I love Smosh. I'm so happy that Anthony is back. Smosh is whole again. And it brings out that light in Ian's eyes. He is funny in an unhinged way again. I truly love Anthony and Ian and their dumb videos. I want them to continue to make them forever. These kinds of live shows are fun. But Ian and Anthony truly shine in their off the walls absurdist sketches.

Special shout-out to my bestie @only-frann who I could scream at this whole day.

#smosh #Anthony’s funeral roast #Youtube

[heich0e]

BACKGROUNDER - the one that got away!kuroo

note: hello!! if you're seeing this post, you probably clicked through from this fic, and if not... well that's ur own journey <3 this is a collection of posts from my #the one that got away!kuroo universe, which offer context to the main story but aren't strictly necessary—like... further readings, i guess. i contemplated how best to direct people here, and in order for you to most easily access this info, i settled for this post!! under the cut are all of the asks/text posts that ultimately culminated in the full fic, arranged in chronological order for your viewing convenience:

original text post: not to kill the vibe but kuroo tetsuro does give me big 'guy who isn't ready for marriage but then gets married to the first girlfriend he has after the two of you break up' energy for reasons i cannot quite put my finger on

> n to rub salt into the wound, you thought for sure you and kuroo would marry

you didn't think the breakup would stick. you always thought—or hoped, maybe—that the two of you would find your way back to each other when the time was right. but not even two years later (which feels so SOON, even though it isn't really) you see that he's engaged to a girl—a perfectly nice, normal girl, that you can't even bring yourself to hate because you know all too well what it's like to be in love with tetsuro. know what it's like to want a future with him. and you can't blame her for it, even if you resent her for being the one who gets it.

> after the wedding who do you go with? are you drunk out of your mind

you aren't invited. that stings. but you think it might have been worse if you did end up getting one of those beautiful, unnecessarily elaborate invitations in the mail. 

you run into kuroo a few months before the ceremony at a mutual friend's birthday party. end up talking. the wedding comes up accidentally more than anything—maybe someone else mentions it, maybe you ask, maybe he tells you like he's repenting for a sin he didn't commit—and he stumbles through an unbearably awkward explanation (that he doesn't even owe you) as to why you weren't invited. but you know even if he says it in nicer, easier to swallow words, gilded with white lies: it would be weird. it would be wrong. it wouldn't be fair to anyone. not to him, or to you, or to her.

you get drunk the night of the wedding and hook up with the guy you've been fucking for the past few months, who you're pretty sure doesn't even know what you do for work even though you've told him multiple times. all your friends are dressed up and celebrating, and you're throwing up in the hotel bathroom by 2am while the guy sleeps in the bed a room away—completely, blissfully unaware of what's happening on the other side of the wall, let alone at a glittering venue across town.

you envy him for it.

> does kuroo still love reader? does he love her?

he does still love reader AND love his fiance too. maybe in different ways. maybe his love for reader is like guilt. maybe his love for his soon-to-be wife is more like atonement. i don't think it took kuroo very long to realize what he did to you was, well, sort of cruel. i think he regrets it deeply and thinks about it often. in a fucked up sort of way it makes him better to his new partner, because he doesn't want to hurt someone like that again because of his own immaturity. it's unfortunate, but it's like she gets to reap all the benefits of the growth he experiences at your expense.

> Will it ever get better for you after kuroos wedding

of course it will. that's the really weird thing about heartbreak: life just keeps going. you feel like your heart has been cleaved out of your chest, but then you just... go to work. you do your laundry. you read a new book that becomes an all time favourite. you spend time with your friends and family. you go on dates. you learn all the lyrics to new songs. you celebrate holidays and birthdays. and one day you realize it's been years and you're in a totally different part of your life now, and the boy you thought would one day be holding your hand on your deathbed doesn't even know what the inside of your new apartment looks like. and you don't know what his looks like, either. and it's still sad, and hard sometimes, but all you can do is keep going. keep trying to find new happiness even if it's not the one you wanted. and hope that somewhere out there he has a new favourite book too. 

> think of Kai who was secretly pining for you during your relationship with Kuroo. Yet, he still doesn't have it in him to confess his feelings. So, he does the next best thing: he becomes your booty call. But when you slip during one of your hook-ups--when you moan Kuroo's name--he realizes it would never work out between the two of you. Your heart is so full of Kuroo that there's no room for him.

kuroo is so beloved by the people around him that i don't think there's a friend in his life who would EVER betray him like that—even if they did have feelings for you. even more than that, a lot of the friends that he introduced you to during your relationship (who you got close to) seem to grow distant after the breakup. even though it was his fault, really. even though you were their friend too. they just seem to naturally gravitate back to him, like belongings that are divvied up after a divorce. and there's no hard feelings. they don't dislike you, or even do it consciously, it just... happens.

you do definitely call out tetsuro's name when you're hooking up with other people though. it never ends well.

> sorry if u’ve already answered this but how long did kuroo and reader date?

they met in high school, and always had little crushes on each other but it never went anywhere. kuroo FINALLY confessed at graduation (he tried to be rly smooth like the shoujo protag he isn't and almost botched it) and they started dating at 18. they dated for a little over 5 years. broke up at 23. kuroo stayed single for a while before he started dating his (eventual) wife, and they got married at around 26. reader moved away from Tokyo when she was 28-29. and reader and kuroo are both in their mid-to-late 30s when the fic opens!!

#totga!kuroo #btw if you're seeing this rn the fic is not posted yet LMAO

[wildrangers]

Chance Encounter // Jake Kiszka

Jake Kiszka x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.7K

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Summary: After a chance encounter at the bar, what happens when she realizes she now has to work with Jake and the guys?

Multi-part, lovers to friends to lovers tale ahead!

Warnings: Smut (oral, f receiving; penetrative sex; rough-ish sex; dirty talk; mirror play; mild praise/degradation kink)

*18+ only, smut below the cut so leave now if you're not 18*

You walked through Republic Records’ doors, heeled boots clicking on the floor. A few moments later, you were setting your work bag on the hook next to your desk in your new office. You had worked at Republic for several years but this new space was the first of your own. Stacey had been mentoring you for months at this point, preparing you to take over the day-to-day management of one of her bands.

She’d insisted on waiting until today to tell you which band you’d inherited which did nothing to help the butterflies in your stomach. Normally, day-to-day managers assisted multiple bands but given your background in social media, you’d be taking that role over, as well. It would streamline the process for the label and for you—you could really give them your full attention and get to know them as people, not just clients.

You threw on your current favorite playlist as you scrolled through your emails, waiting for Stacey to arrive for your final meeting before the handoff. Your eyes darted down to your work messaging app, a small smile lighting your face as you took in the message:

Babe, you’re going to absolutely kill this new job!! Whoever you’re managing is so lucky to have you.

Lindsey and you had worked together since the beginning of your time at Republic, both of you starting the same week in the quickly growing social media department. You had clicked immediately, bonding over your love of similar music, movies, and books. You shot back a quick thanks as someone knocked on your door, Stacey’s head soon appearing in the crack.

“Ready, Y/N?” she smiled, sitting down across from you after you’d waved her in.

“I’ll feel more ready once you finally tell me who I’m managing” you teased.

“I get it, but I really wanted to make sure you had the nitty gritty stuff down before worrying about the band-specific information, especially given how much time you’ll spend with them. I didn’t want you to go in with preconceptions.”

You nodded, understanding her logic but knowing your stomach wouldn’t settle down until she finally told you.

“We decided you and Greta Van Fleet would be a good fit, given your personality and skills along with their needs” she smiled at you and your heart leapt into your throat. You weren’t an avid listener of their music but you were familiar enough to recognize their songs if they came on the radio—you also knew they were a much higher profile band than you were expecting for your first assignment.

“Wow, Stacey, thank you. You’ve been with them since they signed here, right?”

“Don’t thank me—you’re ready and you’ve earned it. And yes, they’ve stuck with me so I’m a little protective of them. They’re really good guys and honestly, they’re who I’m going to miss the most” she sighed sadly.

Stacey had been with Republic for over a decade but she’d gotten an amazing opportunity closer to her family. With a new baby, it was a no-brainer for her to take it but you knew she’d been getting more emotional as her final day approached.

“You know I’ll do whatever I can for them” you assured her, reaching over the desk to clasp her hand in yours. She shot you a grateful look returning the squeeze.

The next couple of hours passed quickly as she went over all the necessary details—their upcoming tour schedule, the new album they were working on, what social media platforms they were on, and what their goals were. As she walked you down to the conference room where the luncheon was being held, your head was spinning a bit with all the new information. She’d given you a list of their social media handles but you hadn’t had time to actually look at them yet—you figured that would be a good place to start after your introductions.  

As you reached the door where Stacey’s going away lunch would be held, you heard laughter on the other side and for some reason it stuck out to you. You couldn’t bring a coworker to mind who it went along with but it sounded familiar for some reason.

You were torn from your thoughts as Stacey gave your shoulder a squeeze before opening the door. You smiled as you heard cheers erupt from inside. You waved at coworkers before quickly following behind Stacey as she approached who you assumed to be GVF. Stacey was hugging a smaller guy with long hair whose back was to you. You noticed three other smiling boys waiting their turn and you shot them a nervous smile and wave. Before they could respond, Stacey stepped out of the embrace and your heart dropped as the man turned around and his eyes met your own. Shit.

You were frozen in your spot a few feet away from Jake as Stacey moved to greet the other guys. Jake’s eyes were wide and his face paled as you two stared at one another for a long moment. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as Stacey turned to introduce you to the guys, not knowing you had met one of them the previous weekend.

“Boys, this is Y/N! She’s going to be taking over my role and also growing your social media, so no more dealing with multiple people—she’s your girl now” she beamed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m really excited to work together” you smiled at them, avoiding Jake altogether.

You moved out of Stacey’s arms as the tall curly-haired boy stuck out his hand, “I’m Danny, we’re looking forward to working with you, too.” You gripped his hand before quickly making your way down the line, meeting Sam and Josh before finally reaching Jake.

“I’m Jake, it’s nice to meet you” he said through a close-lipped smile. As his hand wrapped around yours in a friendly shake, your mind flew back to last Saturday night.

***

You were on the dance floor of your favorite spot downtown, hips swaying to the live band onstage. The last few weeks of work had been so stressful that you were desperate to lose yourself in some live music.

As their setlist wrapped, you made your way to the bar to grab a drink in-between sets. You waved the bartender over, ordering a glass of water as you settled onto the stool. Your eyes wondered the room as you waited—you’d always loved people watching and a busy bar on a Saturday night made for some solid entertainment. You thanked the bartender without taking your eyes off the couple arguing next to the dance floor. You smirked to yourself as you watched the girl wildly gesticulating with her hands as her boyfriend kept his eyes on the floor, nodding occasionally.

“Do you think she caught his eyes wondering or something more?” you heard a voice ask from nearby. You turned to see honey warm eyes staring at you intently.

You mulled it over before responding, “He tried to dance with me earlier and she was nowhere in sight so someone must’ve tipped her off to check on him here.”

The guy hummed to himself as he settled on the seat beside you. “Looks like we may get to see a break up then, huh?”

“Nah, if she was going to dump his ass she’d be gone by now” you theorized.

“Wanna make a wager on that?” he asked, smirking.

“Depends on what we’re betting.”

“They break up, you buy us a round; they leave together, I buy us a round?”

You pretended to think it over as you sipped your drink, his stare heavy on you the whole time. You set your drink down and offered him your hand, which he took with a grin.

“I’m Jake, by the way. What brings you out tonight?” he smiled at you, still gripping your hand in his.

“Y/N. Work has been crazy stressful so I just needed to blow off some steam.”

“What do you do for work?”

“This may be surprising but I work in the music industry” you joked, causing him to laugh.

“You work in the music industry in Nashville? That is shocking” he teased back. You opened your mouth to respond when you heard gasps from near the dance floor. Your head whipped around just in time to see the man from the argument holding his cheek as the girl stormed out of the bar.

“Holy shit, did she slap him and I missed it?” you asked, craning your neck to try and see.

“It sure looks like it, you rubber necker.”

You scoffed, turning back to face him, “I’m sorry, I’m the rubber necker? I recall your chat up line being bets on the outcome of their fight.”

“Fair enough, but either way you owe me a drink” he smirked as you rolled your eyes but waved the bartender over again.

The next few hours passed in a blur as conversation and alcohol flowed easily. You noticed several girls’ eyes lingered on Jake as they ordered a drink or walked to the dance floor. It made you wonder if you were missing something—these stares seemed like more than just admiring a random guy at a bar.

Finally, the band you’d been waiting for came onstage and you pulled Jake onto the dance floor. His hands quickly found your hips as you turned your back to him, singing along and swaying side to side. You covered his hands with yours, drawing them around your waist as you moved farther back into him as you danced. You felt him inhale quickly before his hips began to move with yours. You were that pleasant level of buzzed where you were still present in the moment but felt fearless in a way you never did sober.

You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and slotting your leg between his to grind against him further. His pupils were blown out as his gaze danced between your eyes and lips. Emboldened, you placed a light, tentative kiss to his mouth, pulling away half an inch to gauge his response. You had half a second to catch your breath before he crashed his lips into yours, hands roughly gripping your hips.

His tongue traced your bottom lip and you quickly opened your mouth further. His one hand gripping your ass while the other pressed into your back, drawing your bodies flush against one another. You were lost in the feel of him, the fevered nature of his kiss, the dizzying rush of electricity coursing through your veins. You soon felt him growing hard against you, drawing a soft moan from your lips as heat began pooling in your core. He pulled away just enough to move his lips to your neck and you quickly threw your head back to give him better access. Your eyes were shut, all your attention on the feel of his mouth and his hot, quick breaths against your skin.  

As much as you didn’t want him to stop, you also wanted to do much more than you could in a public place. You ducked your head to whisper in his ear, “Want to come back to my place?”

His eyes were half-lidded with desire as he nodded, grabbing your hand. Your apartment was only a couple of blocks away but the trip took longer than normal, the two of you pausing several times to lose yourselves in the feel of each other’s lips.

As soon as you unlocked your apartment door, you two hurtled through it, Jake slamming you back into the entryway table in his eagerness to get his hands on you again. He quickly captured your bottom lip between his, sucking roughly as your hands frantically fumbled with the bottom of his shirt, dragging it off over his head. You tried to guide him backwards towards your bedroom but he lost his footing on one of your cat’s toys, almost falling to the floor.

You tried to suppress your giggle at the panic in his eyes before he regained his balance but it was quickly cut off when his mouth was on yours again. As you crossed the threshold to your room, he quickly removed your shirt before guiding you to your bed, the back of your knees hitting your mattress seconds before you fell onto it. His hot breath tickled your collar bone as he kissed his way down to your breasts, quickly unhooking your bra so he could wrap his mouth around a nipple.

Your breath caught in your throat as he roughly kneaded your other breast before switching, repeating the motions. There was nothing gentle in his touch but you didn’t want there to be. It had been so long since you’d slept with someone and you were desperate to feel how delightfully punishing he may be inside of you. He lightly nipped your nipple causing you to look down at him, his blown-out pupils overtaking his whiskey-colored irises.

You pulled him up to you, your hands moving to unbutton his jeans and he quickly kicked them off before capturing your lips again. Your tongues fought for dominance before he pulled away, placing wet kisses and gentle nips down your body as he made his way to the waistband of your jeans.

“Okay?” he questioned, his voice rough, as his fingers found the button of your jeans. You eagerly nodded and he unzipped them. However, the sweat you’d shed from dancing for hours kept the denim stuck to your thighs and he breathed out a laugh as he fought to remove them from your body. You joined in his laughter, lifting up and wriggling your hips to assist him. He triumphantly threw them to the floor and laughter ceased as he ran his fingers down your center over the fabric of your underwear.

You leaned on your elbows to watch as he rubbed you, placing bites and kisses along your hips and thighs as he teased you. His hands were expertly dancing around the one spot you wanted them most and you whined, making him smirk. His eyes locked on yours as he tugged on the waistband of your underwear and you held his gaze as you lifted your hips for him to remove them. The intensity of his eye contact magnified the ache you felt as he ran a finger up your slit. He groaned as he felt how wet you already were and he sucked on his finger, eyes fluttering shut at your taste.

You lifted a hand to tangle in his hair desperately guiding him towards your core. “Enough teasing, please, Jake.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely” he replied, plunging two fingers into you. Your gasp at the sudden intrusion turned into a loud moan as his mouth wrapped around your clit. You had never been with a guy who knew how to use his fingers and mouth in perfect rhythm but Jake sure did. He curled his fingers slowly, another sudden intake of your breath alerting him that he had found your spot. You knew it had been a long time for you but you still felt embarrassingly close to climaxing already.

You opened your eyes to gaze down at him and you gently brushed his hair off his face to get a better look. His eyes darted up to yours and you nearly lost it as he winked before returning in earnest to your pussy. As you felt yourself tightening around his fingers, your arms gave out and you fell back fully on the mattress. You gave his hair a rough tug as your orgasm overtook you, earning a deep groan from him as he lapped you up.

He quickly moved up to meet your eyes as he offered you his two fingers, coated in your release. You moaned as you took them into your mouth, not breaking eye contact as you swirled your tongue around his fingers.

“You like to watch, huh?” he asked, his fingers still in your mouth, as you nodded. “I wish you could watch yourself cum, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His eyes darted around the room before landing on the standing mirror near your bedroom door. Your gaze trailed his and you whimpered, quickly following where his thoughts had strayed. You took advantage of his distraction, slipping your hand into his boxers and wrapping your hand around him. His head dropped down to his chest as you roughly stroked him—he was already so hard against your palm and you marveled at how thick he felt.

“If you want to watch me fuck you, you better get your hands outta there” he murmured, eyes meeting yours.

“Please” you whispered and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up before placing you on the floor.

“Get on all fours” he commanded and you eagerly did as he said, ass in the air as he dug around in your nightstand drawer for a condom. You felt suddenly shy as you met your own gaze in the mirror, taking in your flushed face and kiss-swollen mouth. You felt him settle behind you and your eyes met in the mirror as he slowly lined himself up with your entrance.

“Still okay?” he asked. As much as you appreciated him checking in, you were desperate to have him buried inside of you. Holding his gaze, you thrust your hips back, delighting at the sudden feeling of fullness. He let out a surprised gasp, pausing before grabbing your hips to slam into you fully. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you lost yourself in the brutal rhythm he immediately set.

The room filled with lewd sounds—skin on skin, wetness slapping, moans from both your mouths. Normally, you were a little more reserved your first time with someone but you didn’t feel that was necessary with Jake. “God, you fill my cunt so fucking good” you ground out, eyes opening to meet his in the mirror. He smirked at your foul language, understanding exactly what you wanted from him.

“Yeah? You like having my cock buried in your pussy, you little slut?”

You let out a loud moan at his words, your fingers reaching up to circle your clit. “God, yes please don’t stop” you begged.

“I won’t on one condition, pretty girl” he said, his hands tangling in your hair.

“Anything” you let out, body tensed and ready for whatever he asked next. You let out a gasp as he yanked your hair, pulling your back flush to his chest as he kept fucking you roughly.

“When you’re about to cum, I want you to watch yourself. Can you do that for me?”

You quickly nodded, your fingers picking up speed as you felt him lose his rhythm slightly—you knew you were both so, so close.

“Such a good little whore” he breathed into your ear and your climax crashed through you at his words. Your eyes shot open as you met your gaze in the mirror and the sight only added to the intensity of your pleasure. You screamed his name as your legs gave out, his arm quickly wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. As you felt yourself coming down from your high, your eyes moved up to meet his again. His face gleamed with sweat and strands of his hair were plastered to his temples—he looked so fucking beautiful.

“Your turn” you whispered, wrapping your arm around the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to watch, huh?” you teased, earning a whine from him as he dropped his chin to your shoulder, clearly fighting to keep his eyes on you in the mirror.

“Cum for me” you commanded him and his mouth dropped open as his hips slammed into you one final time, frantic groans filling your ears. You rolled your hips back into him and he bit down on your shoulder to hold in his shout of pleasure. You two stayed like that for a moment, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as you both caught your breath.

“Fuck” he breathed shakily as he pulled out of you. He gently placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to the carpet so you wouldn’t fall as he stood up. While he cleaned himself up, you simply laid on the floor, slowly feeling yourself come back into your body.

You heard him clear his throat and you sat up to see what he needed. “Where do you have a washcloth?” he asked, leaning against the doorway to your bathroom. Your heart warmed at the implied offer but you shook your head.

“I appreciate it but I’ll just jump in a shower once you’re gone.”

He seemed to recoil at your words and you knew he caught on to what you meant: that this would be a one-time thing, nothing remotely serious. Even though the sex had been amazing, you knew better than to think a one-night stand could lead to some kind of worthwhile romance.

 “Oh, um, sure” he mumbled, fumbling around your room to pick up the layers of clothing he’d shed.

“It’s nothing personal, really, that was fucking incredible. We both just know this was a one-time thing, so why drag it out, you know?”

“Sure, I get it. I’ll be traveling soon anyway” he shrugged, but his eyes wouldn’t meet yours and your heart deflated a little. You shook your head at the sensation, standing up to pull on your underwear—you suddenly felt very exposed as he quickly dressed himself. Just as you pulled your baggy sleep tee over your head, Jake nodded your way and quickly left. You heard the front door shut quietly and you made your way out to the living room to lock it behind him, ignoring the sad, sinking in your gut. 

***

“Great to meet you too, Jake” you forced a smile, thoughts racing faster than you could catch them.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, please let me know your thoughts or if you have any feedback :)

#jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka imagine #greta van smut #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #chance encounter

[trytofic]

Family

I never realized how much family was a big inspo for me lol

Ao3

Day 16: Family

Amy wants Shadow to accept her family as they are getting ready to have one of their own.

Seven months along and with the excitement building, Amy noticed that with their family soon expanding, Shadow hasn’t really become a part of her own family. She knows Shadow and Sonic argue, but they’re her family and they are going to be around each other so much more. With her baby shower coming she knew Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails would be putting everything together, a very sweet gesture that she told them wasn’t necessary, but Amy hoped this would be a time for Sonic and Shadow to bond.

The day of Rouge was helping her decorate, talking to her all about the pretty things she got the baby, and went on and on about what a great aunt she would be. Sonic was grabbing food, Knuckles was bringing in anything heavy and Tails had a small gift he was still working on, at least that’s what he told her. She could see Shadow talking with Knuckles, they surprisingly had a great relationship. She smiled as they joked around and pointed at the different things they either thought were ridiculous or funny to have at a party. It was nice to see them bonding. But she could see Shadow’s quills bristle when a blue flash came into the room.

“Okay! So, I have all our desserts here, plenty of extra cups, oh, and those fruit bowls you like so much Rouge!” Sonic’s arms were covered in bags. He decided why make multiple trips when he could simply do it all at once. Amy shouldn’t be surprised, but she was sure his arms hurt. Knuckles immediately ran over to take several bags away from him and Shadow slowly made his way to do the same. “Is there anything else you guys need?”

“No, I think that’s everything. Thank you, Sonic.” She smiled.

“Yes, thank you for your help today.” Shadow said, refusing to look at the blue hedgehog. She could see Sonic’s jaw drop from surprise but then he laughed it off, like he usually did. 

Shadow whisked Amy away, to somewhere comfortable to sit, knowing her feet were probably killing her. As she got closer to her due date, he tended to fret over her comfort much more. Amy loved the attention; however, she did tell him not to worry, with little to no change. So, she sat and enjoyed being off her feet as Shadow finished setting up. But when the party finally started, he was nowhere to be seen. 

She wanders the room, talking with as many people as she can, all the while looking for the father-to-be. Rouge told her she thought she saw him outside and Amy quickly left to find him. She was surprised when she saw Shadow talking with Sonic and stood back to give them a moment together.

“Shadow, I think you’re worrying too much.” Sonic chuckled. “This is Amy we’re talking about! She’s one of the toughest girls I know!”

“I know… I just worry. I want to make sure she and the baby are safe.”

“And that’s what’s going to make you a great dad!” He patted Shadow's shoulder. “We might not get along all the time, but I know things will go well.”

“We’ve…” Shadow sighed as he tried to collect his thoughts. “We have grown since we first met. And we have been through many different adventures and I… I appreciate all the support you have given Amy and I.” Shadow looked Sonic in the eye and the two hedgehogs shared a smirk. “I’ll still beat you any day of the week though.”

The two chuckled and Amy wandered back inside. Shadow and Sonic getting along was all she wanted. And now she got her family to act more like a family.

#shadamy #shadamytober #shadamytober2023 #pregnancy mentioned #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction

[homemadegirlbossbattle]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 7

Phenex (@thegreatyin) vs. Sylnae Nyrlithar (@slcknasty)

Phenex Info:

Description: Once upon a time there was a race of star demons in space. These star demons get a little silly with it. Unfortunately, "all star demons are inherently goofsters" statistic is actually false. Marquis Phenex, who is canonically the blorbo of the resident love god and is additionally covered in silly little feathers, is an outlier and should not be counted. Also he eats people to survive or something but y'know nobody's perfect!!!!!!

Crimes:

-Cannibalism (frequently) -Murder (even more frequently) -Lying -Outright manipulation -Impersonation -Priding himself on being an active threat to society -Plotting mysterious goals for 2 million years -Being friendly exes with an even more problematic girlboss despite her species mating for life -Being deeply sad about it all -Canonically eating weed -Having two floating heads (that are sentient masks) that she's named Maskieavellian and Maskyangelo -The masks are very much still part of her consciousness -Kinning Dimentio -Psychologically tormenting people as a form of cathartic revenge -Crippling body dysphoria -Being generally untrustworthy -Communism

Other notes from the submitter: do you think demons dream of magic sheep?

Sylnae Nyrlithar info:

Description: She's a girlboss, she's a war criminal, she's died and come back from the dead... Born in an incredibly unhealthy family situation, escaped, was meant to have a redemption arc and then just got *worse.* Joined up with a gang of equally fucked up adventurers to take down a megalomaniacal technology magnate whose solution to population control was to kill a bunch of people and *still* managed to lose the moral high ground. The party was so morally fucked that the "good ending" for the campaign would have been them all dying and the eldritch blood god we were trying to stop taking over the world. So good at lying she got away with some of the world's most ridiculous cover stories. Plays both the violin and chess for maximum manipulative villain tropes.

Crimes: Was part of a reactionary terrorist group that considered civilian casualities as an acceptable cost for getting their aims (taking out a well-loved public figure). Has killed multiple people to do so, and also helped cover up multiple murders. Had a contingency plan to murder all of her party members if necessary. Nearly got all of them killed during a heist so that she could fulfil a personal agenda she hadn't told anyone about. Found a cursed sentient dagger that told her it would grow in power if she killed people with it, went "sure, I can use this" and promptly did exactly that.

Other notes from the submitter: i am so ready to see a batch of terrible women beating the shit out of each other (in terms of popularity but also maybe in a fistfight) (sylnae would lose a fistfight)

#poll #oc poll #hmgbb

[dhampiravidi]

ronnie x jasmine/artemis/the traitor

continued from here (moved to comply w/Beta editor):

It was like a work conference for organized crime. There were maybe fifteen people inside the hotel's largest event room, all dressed in some kind of business casual or formal wear. They represented different "families", each characterized by their members' ethnicity and the territory they claimed within the United States. But Jas knew that they all had one thing in common: they were going to die in the next ten minutes, courtesy of her. She just needed her plan to go smoothly.

Common sense said she couldn't just walk in, pull out a semi, and start shooting--there were innocent waiters scattered about the room, offering amuse-bouches, petits fours, and generous flutes of champagne. Thankfully, she knew that the waiters would be shooed away at some point because she'd managed to get a program for the event. Apparently, the hotel had requested some kind of itinerary, presumably so they could give their guests all the necessary amenities, blah, blah, blah. Jasmine doubted the hotel would turn down the kind of money that the crime lords could pool together. People always turned a blind eye whenever money was involved. The only unknown was how much they felt their services were worth.

She was waiting a building over, sniper equipment ready. Close combat was more efficient in her opinion, since it almost guaranteed executions. The only challenging part of that scenario was getting away, and half the time that was made easy because she already had to carve a path to her target in the first place. But when it came to taking out multiple targets at long range, there was always the possibility that the enemy's entourage could and would trace her shots back to where she was set up. Once they did that, Jas only had about five minutes, tops, before she was caught. One step at a time. She'd been in worse situations and gotten out alive.

Half a second after the last waiter left the room, Jas swept the room using her laser sight, found her first target, and started shooting. The first shot narrowly missed, because the asshole had to bend over for something. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. So she lined up the shot again and pulled the trigger. While her first target was staggering, about to fall over, Jasmine looked for the next face she'd memorized and took out two more scumbags before anyone at the little event even tried to take cover. Sometimes it was hard not to take a certain pleasure in what she did. Yes, she was doing the world a service, but her job wasn't something she'd encourage kids to do. She had dedicated her life to making the world a better place, the only way she knew how. There wasn't any going back, and there certainly wasn't a happy ending in store for her...

Four left.

She played Chicken (more like Idiot) with one target, finding the woman's head to line up the shot, then shooting far away from her so she'd think she was safe. Three left. Jas could do this. She could go back to her hidey-hole without a scratch. Maybe, depending on how much energy she had to put on a decent disguise (her sniping outfit didn't exactly scream "casual, typical young woman in her 30s"), Jas could even get Starbucks, or something interesting from one of the small places near the apartment she was squatting. She'd have to beware of the many CCTV cams in the area, but that was a given. In the modern day, anyone could be found. Even though she had been caught couple times, and tortured, she refused to give up. So she just had to be careful. Luck wasn't a thing when your parents had been killed in front of you.

#in--noctem #jkw: thread #moved thread to use beta editor #amer assassin RP

[electricbluebutterflies]

Kabby + you’re welcome to stay, if you want.

This had 2x09 vibes so here we are. PG-ish and also on ao3.

She hates sleeping alone.

Widowhood does not suit her – a year gone and it still feels wrong, still the ghost of a body she got too used to curling up around. Even a dramatic change of scenery has not calmed her, even-

She hates sleeping alone, but such is the necessary misery she survives in exchange for never being hurt again.

The quiet longing is worse in an even more unfamiliar place, on the road towards… Abby doesn’t really know what happens next, only that nothing on the ground is ever as simple as it looks. She’d once wondered what a more limitless world might be like; she is learning now, too late, to be careful what she wishes for, to-

She could change this, she realizes. She could change everything. All she has to do is be brave.

The devil she knows is still the devil, but Marcus is… different, somehow. Something happened in his brief self-imposed exile, something she hasn’t had the chance to ask about and isn’t sure she ever will, and the man who came back to her is not the same one who turned her into a sacrifice for his own pride and then just left and-

She will deal with these mixed emotions later, if she deals with them at all; right now it is late, and they are dangerously close, and she wonders and she almost wants and-

He moves away just as that’s the last thing she wants, and she reaches out and curls her fingers around his wrist and this, she thinks, this is what raw power feels like. She will deal with the implications later, the growing realization that she’s probably somehow ruined his life but not in any of the ways she used to have pleasant dreams about; right now she has more terrestrial concerns on her mind.

“You’re welcome to stay,” she says, almost too quiet, almost unsure what she’s after. “If you want.”

There has always been tension between them, she is well aware – there was tension even when she was very happily married to someone else, and it does not dishonor her late husband’s memory to admit that she had the occasional thought about someone else. She is a middle-aged human woman with functioning eyes not to mention other body parts, and especially in the cold year she’s just had it’s understandable that her mind would wander, and-

Someday. Someday soon, if she’s lucky. Not now. Not while she’s not certain enough of his transformation.

“Stay and…” Not quite a question, and has she ever heard him hesitant before or is that too something the ground has brought out in him, and-

“Stay close. Keep me warm, if you want.”

It is strange, she thinks as he moves closer again, the way trust works. He’s threatened to kill her more times than she can count, actually tried to on multiple occasions, and yet the idea of curling up for the night is pleasant enough. The devil you know is at least someone you know, and surrounded by so much uncertainty…

“Are you alright?”

She holds back a comment about how she wasn’t sure he could put those three words together, and… goddammit, whatever happened, whatever is going to happen, is her fault. She knows this now, even before the worst, even before whatever cosmic parade of mayhem is going to turn both of them into wildly different people and oh she does not have any idea what or when that’ll be but she has perfect faith it will happen and-

“I’m fine,” she says all too instinctively. No reason to be more vulnerable than she has to be. No reason to do anything that she still suspects could be used against her.

But she is vulnerable, she thinks as the night deepens, as their bodies align for entwined sleep and she has to maneuver him more than she expects and good grief she knows he’s had lovers but apparently none of them ever wanted to stay after and-

She is, more than she is anywhere near ready to admit, vulnerable. And there is exactly one person still in her world who has the ability to see through her. And maybe he’ll destroy her or maybe he’ll save her or maybe those two acts will be one and the same or-

Maybe, she thinks as she closes her eyes, maybe she’s done caring.

#ebf writes fic #kabby #queue

[rogue-trader-samuel-drakon]

Passangers/Hires on

Archonis and Sariel

They boarded the ship a while back. Many believe Archonis is here to guard someone because they are destined for something special, but he has refused to say who it is. Others say he has become one of the Custodes who act as the eyes and ears of the Emperor and has chosen to make this ship his base of operations. No one knows. What they do know is he usually waits for some kind of danger to appear before striking it down instantly. And never far behind is his closest companion, Sariel. A Sister of Silence who always has his back against any threats, be they psyker or otherwise.

Liel-Toor

Most were apprehensive about letting an Eldar on board. Let alone a Farseer. But she has shown herself to be very useful. Often times granting visions to aid the crew with dangers yet to come. They just wish she wasn't so vague and cryptic all the time. She seems to enjoy their frustrations, which annoys them more. But she, her Gyrinx Nightseeker, and many of her people who came with her on board have been of great aid.

Aethash and Antyn

These siblings are the Prince and Princess of Aeldari Corsairs and have had dealings with the Drakon family many times in the past. And so, they feel it is only right to treat Samuel like family, regardless if they view him as a primitive or not. Besides, his family has always been good partners for them. So how could they not? Especially since they come across a lot of nice loot with all the trouble they get into on board.

Vior Or'es

A member of the earth caste who had escaped the rule of the ethereals. She is now scared and on the run. She was happy that Samuel had allowed her and other Tau, Kroot, and a few Vesper who had come along with her late parents on board his ship. She has eagerly been helping with engineering. It had been a... chore getting used to working with such low-grade tech. But she has been able to manage. She is very young, even by Tau standards, and often sees the Captain as a father figure. She had also built up quite a bit of muscle training with an ork named Gaz and has taken to using a sword, a unique thing for a tau.

Gaz 'Eadkrakka

An ork mercenary who was kicked out of his warband with only his pet Squig Chompy and his Gretchin sidekick Bitz, along with a few Boyz loyal to him, and decided to be a hire on with whoever offered him the best fights. He had definitely enjoyed his stay on the Celestial Dragon since the Captain can't seem to stay out of trouble. So he has been having a blast.

Dra'vak Nar

A sergeant of the Salamanders, he has offered to act as security aboard the ship and has been of great help. Him and his brothers have gotten to know the crew bit by bit. Eventually, they stopped seeing him as a space marine and more like a part of the crew, actually.

Inquisitor Czevelle Rathgun

Even for an Inquisitor, she can be quite secretive and manipulating. The only reason she hasn't had Samuel and his crew killed for the xenos he had on board his ship is due to the fact she finds him interesting. She has on multiple occasions tried to make him a permanent member of her retinue. But he has declined each time. And each time has only made her more determined. She often walks along the ship with her retinue, acting as if she owned the ship, because if she had her way, she would own not only it, but it's captain as well.

Reikul, Wrythe, Madwen, Selaina, Leona and Zabyn

Known as the daughters of death, they serve as the bodyguards of the inquisitor. They hardly ever leave her side unless absolutely necessary. They don't say much unless spoken to directly. And usually only when it is the inquisitor herself. But they are always ready to kill at a moments notice. Each hailing from different assassin temples, each is trained to kill differently than the last.

Sister Palatine Katheryan Celestita

A proud Sister of Battle, she and many of her sisters ride aboard the Celestial Dragon, as they believe it is the will of the Emperor that they must. They have seen no end of battle since coming aboard, and so she is affirmed in her belief it is part of His plan.

Sergeant Caleb, Brokk, Bron and Emil

An Imperial Guard Sergeant, and his squad consisting of, an Ogryn, a Ratling, and a Squat that managed to remain in the Imperium, had been transfered aboard the Celestial Dragon to guard it, as many assets of the Militarum are often placed on it for transport. They had basically become unofficial members of the crew and had been a decent amount of help aboard.

[misskasu]

Module 2: Blog Assignment

 Today’s digital media diary was slightly different from the one posted about two weeks ago.  The first thing I usually do is check my Gmail from both accounts around 7 am. This I decided to bravely kill two birds with one stone finish this blog assignment along with the extra credit today before 7 am unlike my last post.                       

5:20 am - logged into Canvas. And watched " In a Nutshell Zuboff: surveillance capitalism and Democracy on YouTube, " about a 17-minute video. After watching the video, I better understand how technology has shaped our lives. I also became aware of the potential hazards of data used in our society. I am now more conscious of the importance of data privacy, even if I have nothing to hide.

 YouTube link:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AvtUrHxg8A&ab_channel=AlexandervonHumboldtInstitutf%C3%BCrInternetundGesellschaft

5:40 - 6:10 Read the article "Surveillance Capitalism: What It Is and How It Impacts Democracy" and created a mind map of surveillance capitalism. Started writing an essay on the topic. Developed a thesis statement. Researched more information about this topic. Checked the essay for errors. As part of the essay, I wrote a conclusion and submitted it.

6:10 - I posted the final result online on my Tumblr page.

6:26- Responded to Melissa Radojevic by mentioning that I was aware of the issue of data metrics, and posting at such a young age was a blessing. And since then, I have taken extra steps to protect my personal information. I have also been more conscious of my content. Further, I have taken the necessary steps to ensure that my accounts are private and that I only connect with people I trust.

7: 30- 8:15 AM After I shower, I always start my morning with maintenance. I check my email out as much in the spam and check in with all the clubs and my grandmother. I like to do wordle/digits from the New Times.  My Grandmother lives in Michigan, so she almost will Always do it before me and often gives me hints. But today, I finished before she did. I also cleaned out my spam from both email accounts and double-checked assignments from my other classes

10:00 am to 12:30 — Pandora (in the background) 

I turn on Pandora working on while I work on today’s blog diary and take a look at the extra credit.   I turn on Pandora working on while I work on today’s blog diary and look at the extra credit.   I make sure to take breaks every 15 minutes to stretch and clear my head. I review the content I wrote and make any necessary changes. At 12:30, I'm done with the line, almost done polishing, fixing, and editing grammatical mistakes along the image layout before I post on my Tumblr account.  

At 12:45, I'm done with the blog and publish it. I take a break to reward myself for a job well done. I grab leftovers for lunch and a cup of water before moving on to my next task with 3 episodes of Flash.

2:00 p.m. — Finished lunch break after watching 3 episodes of Netflix series (in this class, the Flash. No spoilers, please I am only on Season 2, Episode 13 I have binge watching prior to this post). After lunch, I felt energized and ready to finish the remaining tasks for the day. I then took a quick swim to get some fresh air and get back to work!

I finish up at 4:45 p.m. — Revising my to-do list for tomorrow. Some assignments take longer, especially if they are papers or essays with multiple responses to that one assignment.I try to make sure I'm done with the assignments that require a lot more effort before I leave. That way, I don't have to worry about them the next day and can focus on the smaller tasks. If I need more time, I'll stay a bit later.

5:00 p.m. — I check my emails and respond to any urgent messages.

7:30 pm - 9:00 pm - I finish this assignment and prepare for tomorrow. Didn't have time to do my daily night reading.

[rayshippouuchiha]

I have to take this weight off my chest, but there has always been something that bothered me about Naruto more than anything else, and that's Naruto's obsession with wanting Sasuke back to Konoha throughout the series

Like, it's not a simple "I want you back home" but Naruto says multiple times that "If you don't want to come I'll take you back by force" and it has always rubbed so wrong on me, because he completely disregards Sasuke's feelings on the matter

Despite hating Kabuto with my whole heart and soul, when at some point he says that "we didn't kidnap Sasuke, he decided to come to us" he's not wrong. Despite the Cursed Mark giving Sasuke a push toward Orochimaru, he still chose to leave the village. He wasn't kidnapped. He agreed with following the Sound Four. He chose to walk away after his fight with Naruto, and it pisses me off so much that Naruto ignores that all

And while I do understand the desire to help a friend in need, Naruto doesn't say "I'm your friend and I'll help you through this" but an outright "You'll come back whether you want it or not", and no matter how wrong Sasuke's chosen path is, Naruto's way of dealing with it is also wrong

I think this is probably the main reason why I don't like SasuNaru/NaruSasu, but whenever I dare to say that I don't like them I find an angry mob under my posts talking about Soulmate bullshit, because while people always talk about how obsessed Sakura was with Sasuke, Naruto was no better than her, probably even worse because after Naruto fails to bring Sasuke back after their first VotE fight she's ready to accept it and let him go

They're so fucking toxic with each other and I honestly can't stand it. They're both obsessed with one another. They say they understand each other so well but it's only because they never bothered opening up with someone other than themselves. They're delusional. They're codependant. I can accept it as a side-ship in some AUs, but I hate their ship with a passion because they're not good for each other, and Naruto is the worse one of the two

Sasuke never changes because he wants to. He changes because Naruto pushes him continuosly. Naruto forces his own beliefs on Sasuke and doesn't leave room for thinking otherwise. When Sasuke in Boruto says that "Naruto helped me see the right path" or some shit like that (I don't remember correctly the phrase, but the meaning's that) it's not true. It feels like brainwashing. Naruto has pushed his 'right' way of seeing things so much that Sasuke's mind broke and accepted it as the absolute truth

I just- for the love of God, I hate it so fucking much. I just can't stand it! God fucking dammit I'll never understand the beauty of SasuNaru/NaruSasu

Sorry for the rambling, but I needed to get this out

I'm a SasuNaru fan, personally, but I can understand why some people don't like it. Not everything is for everyone, that's just how it is sometimes.

Sasuke and Naruto are mirrors of each other in multiple ways throughout the series. They're consistently placed opposite but equal against each other, very Sun and Moon, Red and Blue, Yin and Yang, two halves of a whole idiot kind of thing.

When it comes to Naruto's determination to bring Sasuke back to Konoha through force if necessary, a good portion of that tracks, in my opinion, not only to Naruto's unwillingness to let go of one of the few people he feels ever actually saw him throughout his life but also to Naruto seeing no other way to keep Sasuke safe.

Cause Sasuke committed more than the recommended dose of treason and missing nin are, after all, generally meant to be killed whenever possible by their own villages to preserve the secrets of the village.

Naruto's refusal to abandon Sasuke no matter what, that steadfast love and loyalty he gives out even in the face of Sasuke's determination to kill Naruto is pretty much one of the core tenets of their entire dynamic.

Because Sasuke absolutely loves Naruto in return (people can quibble over the nature of that love but they cannot deny that it exists). And that love is the entire reason Sasuke was so determined to kill Naruto himself for so long.

Mirrors again, reflecting opposite reactions to the same issue. Naruto loves and refuses to let go because of his past trauma. Sasuke loves and tries desperately to sever the bond completely because of his past trauma.

And, in the end, Naruto's stubborn refusal to sever their bond ends up being what makes Sasuke see that perpetuating the hatred that destroyed his life isn't the correct way to go about things. That he has other options and he can finally stop.

It's very much Naruto beating Sasuke over the head with "you don't have to be alone, come home to us and we can help you. I will help you and I will never leave you" over and over for years.

Is it healthy? No, absolutely not. Very little about the Elemental Nations is what we'd deem healthy. The entire shinobi system is toxic in one way or another. But I wouldn't classify it as brainwashing.

Either way it's fine to not be a fan of SasuNaru and not find their dynamic appealing. To each their own. As long as you're not spreading hate to people who do like them then it's no one's business if you don't.

#RayRambles #Naruto #SasuNaru

[emf005]

Knock On Wood

Oliver Wood x Reader

Warnings: The Puns are real, fighting, fluff... (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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What a lovely day to bother the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. You swung your legs off Fred’s lap and ruffled George’s hair as you went to your dorm.

“Where are you off to?” George asked, tossing the pranking ball at you. You caught it and tossed it right back before it could release the gas from inside that smelt like a dead skunk bathed in vomit, a smell of your own invention you were proud to say.

“I overheard that Ollie was going down to the pitch for some extra practice. Think I need some work on my,” you flipped your hair dramatically. “Chasing.” The two scoffed at your horrible pun, considering you were the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. Both figuratively and metaphorically. You ran up stairs and grabbed your gloves, threw on your riding boots and grabbed your broom. Everything you owned was pretty worn out, you were muggle born and your family wasn’t exactly the richest. Actually you were poorer than the Weasleys', and there were only four of you!

They looked back up at you as you jumped the last four stairs and walked out of the room to go bug the keeper. You loved bugging Wood. His name was meant for puns. It's just perfect! I mean, Oliver, obviously a good nickname for him was Ollie, which he pretended to hate. And then Wood. There were so many there. And then he was a Keeper. Like, he just made it too easy for you!

“Ollie!” You called happily from the bottom of the pitch. He glanced down and you could hear his eye roll. You flew up and met the Keeper in the air. “What a surprise meeting you up here, hun!” He rolled his eyes and turned his broom around so you wouldn't see the blush on his cheeks from the nickname you had given him. Well, one of the many nicknames you had given him.

“What do you want, Y/L/N. I’m practicing here.” You frowned and leaned forward on your broom.

“Maybe I wanted to practice with you, Ollie. I’m hurt you want me to leave so soon. I got all dressed up just to see you.” He glanced at your attire.

“Honored. You should really get new riding gloves and boots,” he mentioned.

“Yeah, they’re on my list right next to a cyclops.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “Come on Wood, I bet I can get a few past you,” you grinned, sitting back up on your broom.

“Ha! You wish, Y/L/N!”

“Scared?”

“Never.”

“Then Wood you go get the ball and we can have a go at it!” He groaned at you pun.

“Stop it.

“Stop what? I just told you to go get the ball,” he flew down and started to walk away from you.

“You know what!” You smirked. He showed back up a few minutes later as you were speeding around the pitch. He watched you go in awe at how fast you were flying. How perfect your form was. And how good you looked doing it.

Stop it. He told himself as he called up to you. He tossed up the Quaffle and you zoomed over catching it in one fluid motion, going so fast you nearly knocked him off his feet.

“Lets go, Ollie!” You shouted down to him, tossing it up in the air and catching it. “I gotta beat you by four!” He mounted his broom and flew up to you.

“Why? What's at four.”

“Fred, George, and I have some… business to attend to.”

“Which hallway do I have to avoid this time?” He sighed, making his way to the posts.

“There's no fun in that, Olive oil! You might stop people like you did last time,” you pouted.

“Did you just call me Olive oil?”

“Your name is Oliver, did you not expect me to make an olive pun?”

“I was hoping.”

“I guess you could say you were-”

“Don’t do it.”

“Knocking on Wood.” You smiled.

“I hate you.”

“Nah. You love me,” you blew him a kiss making his cheeks heat.

The game was close the whole time, but you ended up winning by one point. Though, he did not accept his defeat.

“That wasn’t fair!”

“Just because you were too busy laughing at my joke, Ollie, doesn’t mean it wasn’t fair. You always tell me to be more focused. Maybe you should follow your own advice instead of gazing longingly at me,” you joked as the two of you headed to the locker room.

“I don’t gaze longingly,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ya do, mate,” George said, coming over and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Only at her though,” Fred clarified, doing the same thing on the other side of you. You laughed at the two trouble makers.

“I’m just flawless, he can’t help it. Right, Ollie?” You joked, but he just stalked off to the showers frustrated. You frowned and creased your eyebrows. You didn't take it too far, did you? “Did I say something offensive?”

“No.” they said together, smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Ollie!” You yelled to Oliver, running towards him in your Gryffindor uniform. It was the Slytherin v.s. Gryffindor match today, and you were ready to kick some serpent ass. Oliver just nodded to you and kept walking. You frowned and stopped watching him go. What was that? Fred and George came up behind you.

“What was that about?” George asked. You shook your head and looked after the boy you longed to talk to. It was a well known fact amongst the three of you that you liked him. They had tried to get you to tell him on multiple occasions, but every time you went to say something, a pun just came out because of your nerves.

Harry came over to the three of you and looked past you to see Wood walking away with his shoulders a bit slumped.

“He’s been like that all day.” Harry said, shaking his head. “Don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe throw him a pun or two today, Y/N. Looks like he needs one.” Harry left you three to stare after Wood as he made his way to where the majority of the team was, ready to walk out and begin the game against the Serpents’ house.

Brutal. That was the only way to describe how they played. Well, that was also how your team played. The rivalry between the houses fueling the urge to win. Skill increased, adrenaline flooded through everyone on the pitch. Rooms zoomed through the air, the wind combined with the cheers and boos from the crowd was deafening.

It was brilliant.

Y/N zoomed through the air perfectly, avoiding everyone as she threw the Quaffel into the top goal post. Gryffindor cheered and she smiled, flying her broom around in victory as the Slytherin’s booed her. Y/N watched the Quaffle get tossed around by a few Slytherin’s and zoomed over to them. As it was tossed in the air she intersected it and flew around towards the Slytherin side again, scoring yet another goal. The Slytherins sneered at you and, unbeknownst to you, had a plan up their sleeves.

The Quaffle was tossed to you again and then you were being chased, but this wasn't your normal chase. You had two Slytherin players in front and back and two on your sides.

You swore to yourself as they got closer. Suddenly they all just dispersed. You were far up in the clouds at this point and it was hard to see. You began to speed back down when something hit you in the head, knocking you off your broom.

You fell. You heard screaming, but you didn’t know if it was you or someone else. You felt yourself slow down but you were still going fast, the Quaffle still tightly in your grasp as you hit the ground. Everything went black.

Wood watched the Slytherin team surround you and take you up into the clouds. What were they planning? The team dispersed and flew back into view, but you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Then he saw your figure falling. His heart stopped. Dumbledore cast a spell to slow you down but you were still going too fast.

“Y/N!” him and the twins cried in unison, flying down to meet you on the ground. Your body bounced and you were out cold. The rest of the quidditch game was canceled and everyone made their way out onto the field to see what happened, Madam Hooch in front of them all. The three boys stared down at you unmoving body thinking that the fall killed you. The Slytherin’s walked off the field, not caring anymore. They had won. But that wasn’t the reason Oliver Wood’s blood was boiling. They had hurt you and that was not ok. Ever.

Madam Hooch took you to the hospital wing and Fred and George were about to follow when they noticed Oliver heading towards the Slytherin shower area with his fists clenched. They followed.

“Oi!” The boys clad in green turned around at his voice. “Was that really necessary? She could’ve died!” Marcus Flint scoffed.

“Not our problem.” Wood clenched his jaw.

“It is your problem.”

“Why, pissed off we hurt your mudblood girlfriend? Can’t even buy herself proper riding-” Flint didn't get to finish his statement thanks to Wood’s fist in his face. He stumbled back and Fred and George grabbed Wood’s arms pulling him away form the fight.

“Say that again. I fucking dare you!”

“Wood, shut up mate!” Fred hissed, struggling to pull him away.

“Lets go right now! I’ll fucking take you all down. Right here right now! Lets go!”

“Wood!” George hissed. “No. If you won’t come with us for your own sake, at least do it for her sake.” Wood growled, making the twins lean back. He just growled. They had never seen him get so defensive over something. So protective.

“Yeah! Go running to your mudblood girlfriend, Ollie.” The three froze. The twins dropped Wood’s arms and in three seconds he was on top of the Slytherin’s beating the lot of them to a pulp. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.

Wood could take care of himself. That much had always been clear. But this… This was just horrifying.

You started to stir a bit, everything in your body aching, you head pounding. You felt sticky, but not your normal sweaty sticky. You groaned and opened your eyes. The lights of the infirmary blinded you a bit.

“Y/N?” The twins? Your eyes adjusted and you saw two redheads staring at you from above. It all came back to you and your blood boiled. “How do you feel?”

“Can I please have a knife?”

“First off, no.”

“Second off, why?”

“I am going to stab each and everyone of those Slytherin pricks so they bleed and hurt and beg me for mercy.” You groaned.

“She’s up?” Your head snapped up at Wood’s voice, but you couldn't see him.

“Yeah.”

“But she’s in a killing mood again.” The twins patted your leg, silently telling you they’d be back later. Oliver came and sat by you, you turned your head so you could see him.

“You look good.” you smirked sarcastically.

“Yeah well, you don't look picture perfect either.” You cringed mockingly.

“That hurt Ollie. Almost as much as these broken bones.”

“You're lucky you're not dead.”

“I mean, there's still time for that. So…” you stabbed his shoulder three time with your fist. “Knock on wood.” He let out a laugh and you smiled.

“You laughed.” He looked at you.

“Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because you never laugh. Why do you think I always try? Who knew falling off my broom would get you to laugh.” “Yeah, well. Don’t go doing that again. You gave me quite the scare.” You laughed, cringing at the way you felt your ribs shift. He looked panicked. “What happened? Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

“Relax, Ollie. It was just my ribs shifting. Nothing to over react about. So, what did happen to that pretty face of your? You look like a woodpecker attacked you.”

“You really can’t turn the puns off can you?”

“I just got to get Olive them out.”

“Wow. That's pathetic.”

“You never answered my question. Are you alright?”

“I just had a row with the Slytherin team. They called you a few… unsavory words.”

“Pour mudblood?” You asked without breaking. His eyes widened, surprised to hear you say the slur. You shrugged. “Yeah. They say that a lot.”

“And you’re just fine with that?”

“Well, I mean. No. But, what am I going to do about it? Take on all of Slytherin house?”

“I did.”

“Which was incredibly stupid. Why would you even do that?”

“Because they insulted you!”

“Ollie, why does that matter? I’m no one important!”

“Yes you are!”

“Really? To who?”

“The twins! The team! To me!” You fell silent and he heard what he said. He was about to cover it up.

“I’m important to you?” He swallowed.

“Yeah. Always have been.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Always will be. Y/N." He started to gain more confidence. "I have been in love with you since our first year when you made a Woody woodpecker joke at my expense. Whoever that is.” You laughed, remembering the cartoon.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because I was scared.”

“I scare the Oliver Wood? That's an accomplishment.”

“I’m trying to confess my feelings here!”

“If you just kiss me, I think I’ll get the hint!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” He grabbed your face and, as gently as his adrenalin allowed him, brought it to his, putting his lips on yours, finally. You two would have continued to make out if not for a clearing of someone’s throat. Oliver disconnected your lips and looked back to see Madam Pomfrey.

“Miss. Y/L/N needs her rest, Mr. Wood. I am well aware of you two strained and prolonged crushes and am glad to see you two have finally stopped acting like buffoons and gotten to it already. But she has just fallen from an extraordinary height so it is appreciated if you would keep it to a minimum until she is well enough to at least walk.” She turned on her heels and walked out. You started to laugh and Oliver placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When you finally get out of here, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled back with a smirk on his face and you gaped at him.

“Ollie!” You laughed. “Didn’t know you had that side to you.”

“Lots of things you don’t know, love.” he kissed your head. “Get some rest.” You smiled, your eyes already closing.

“M’kay, Ollie.” You were on the verge of sleep when you muttered out a question. “Hey, Ollie?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’ll still kiss me when I wake up, right?” He chuckled.

“I don't think I can stop now.” You smiled, sleepily.

“Good. I don't want you to.” You fell asleep and he watched you for a moment.

“Neither do I.”

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#oliver wood #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood x you #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood fic #oliver wood fluff #oliver wood angst #fluff #hp fluff #hp angst #fluff and angst #hp x y/n #hp x you #hp x reader

[retroellie]

Just read your farm Ellie hc's (terrific work btw!) and as if I wasn't in love with domestic Ellie before 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Ellie would be like if her significant other was sick, how she'd be taking care of her and such, so can I ask for hc's for farm Ellie being all domestic and cutesy? ☺️💕

Summary: Domestic Ellie/ ellie while reader is sick Headcannons 

A/N: Y’all are so sweet <3 Thank you so much for enjoying and for the request:) Sorry i’ve been so inactive, work has been kicking my ass :( Sorry it’s so short oh dear 

Warnings: Slight NSFW talk 

Word count: 780 

- Domestic ellie is my favorite ellie omfg

- If she wakes up before you she's definitely wake you up with soft kisses to your face

"Wake up babe..." She'd whisper in your ear

-Her sleepy raspy morning voice PLZZ>>>>

-She'd watch as your eyes flutter open and laugh when you quickly shut them because it's so bright.

-She thinks you look so cute when you first wake up, she would literally stay in bed with you all day if she could

-If you wake up before her you don't wake her up like she does you, you're nice like that :|

-But the smell of your breakfast wakes her up so she sneaks downstairs

-She'll watch from afar until she wraps her arms around you, kissing up your neck

-I know this is domestic ellie but she will try to fuck you :|, like a good morning pounding is what she's hungry for in the morning

-When y'all do farm work in the morning it's the most cutest thing ever

-Ellie will be in her boxers and a sports bra while trying to feed the chickens

-She most definitely named all the chickens :| wbk

-"Harry.... Be nice to your sister"

-"HEY, harry i'm the one that feeds you. You will be nice to me."

-You can't focus on feeding sheep cause she's too busy getting attack by harry and his gang of chickens

-Your almost in tears by the time she comes out of the chicken pin

-"Oh you think that's funny."

- She'll literally tackle you to the ground and attack you with kisses

-The chickens be watching yall go at it like 0_o

-After that you'd obviously have a shower together

-Ellie is the bitch to help you wash your hair, head scratches uhhh yeah

- Cleaning the house with each other-  y'all would get nothing done

-You'd have multiple dance breaks, fights about what record to listen too and makeout sessions

-Ellie would always do the gross nasty stuff you don't wanna do, like doing dishes or washing the toilets

-Ellie's literally killed people, it doesn't bother her

-There's times where ellie would just watch you put clothes away or wash the floors, anything that involves you concentrating

-She's just so in love with you so she has to take the time to appreciate you

-"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You'd joke

-"I'd rather the real thing, darlin'"

-She'd then try to smash you again :|

-Before she goes hunting she'll kiss you like it's the last time like literally

-The hair pulling, face eating, grabby hands kinda kissing

-"I love you, you know that right?" She would simply say, hands still stuck in your hair.

-"I know, i love you too. Come back to me okay."

-It's not the ideal ritual to have but it was necessary, you'd never know what will happen to her out there

- Days where you're sick!!! girl plzzz MY HEART

-She would first get super nervous, she thinks maybe you've been around spores

-Once she finally knows it's just you being human and being ill

-She'd do everything she can to make you feel better, if you wanted her too she would lay in bed with you all day

-She'd hold your hair back while you vomited, she'd hold you in her arms while you had  horrible fever chills, she'd tilt the cup for you when you were too weak to do it yourself

- Again it's that situation where neither of you know if your gonna die or not so these days will be spent wrapped up together

-Ellie will make you little meals consisted of all the vitamins and minerals you need

-"I hear it's good for colds, it'll help you get a better baby."

-She does her research in books and it's the cutest AJSH

-If your not better in 3 days she will freak out and be ready to go to jackson for the doctor

-"Do you want me to call the doctor, i can if you want me too!!"

-"Ellie..honey, it's just a cold. I hear they used to call it the 'flu' back then."

-She will read to you because you get so bored in bed all day

-Ellie will literally not let you leave the bed until your better and she'd tell you it's  "The doctors orders"

-She heard that saying in  a movie once and now she won't stop saying it :|

-Ellie would do the farm work all by herself and clean the house while your asleep because she doesn't want to leave you when your awake

-When you get better ellie is so happy omfg

-Definitely smashes for hours straight to make up for lost time ofc

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou ellie #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us pt ii

[homemadegirlbossbattle]

ROUND 3 / SIDE A / POLL 4

Sylnae Nylrithar (@slcknasty) vs. Penny Gabriel (@decapod-appreciator)

Sylnae Nyrlithar info:

Description: She’s a girlboss, she’s a war criminal, she’s died and come back from the dead… Born in an incredibly unhealthy family situation, escaped, was meant to have a redemption arc and then just got *worse.* Joined up with a gang of equally fucked up adventurers to take down a megalomaniacal technology magnate whose solution to population control was to kill a bunch of people and *still* managed to lose the moral high ground. The party was so morally fucked that the “good ending” for the campaign would have been them all dying and the eldritch blood god we were trying to stop taking over the world. So good at lying she got away with some of the world’s most ridiculous cover stories. Plays both the violin and chess for maximum manipulative villain tropes.

Crimes: Was part of a reactionary terrorist group that considered civilian casualities as an acceptable cost for getting their aims (taking out a well-loved public figure). Has killed multiple people to do so, and also helped cover up multiple murders. Had a contingency plan to murder all of her party members if necessary. Nearly got all of them killed during a heist so that she could fulfil a personal agenda she hadn’t told anyone about. Found a cursed sentient dagger that told her it would grow in power if she killed people with it, went “sure, I can use this” and promptly did exactly that.

Other notes from the submitter: i am so ready to see a batch of terrible women beating the shit out of each other (in terms of popularity but also maybe in a fistfight) (sylnae would lose a fistfight)

Penny Gabriel info:

Description: Penny is an athletic girl of average height. she has light pink hair that she keeps in twin tails, and intense brown eyes with white pupils. she wears mostly flowy white, pink and sometimes yellow clothing.

Crimes: pushed her partner/sidekick into an exploding building because they had one (1) argument, injuring that partner so bad she could no longer work. blackmailed a different coworker for months. threatened to kill that coworker’s twelve year old sister multiple times. has a habbit of shooting first, asking questions never. hated one specific fourteen year old, Pris, so much that she brought Pris’s dead older sister back to life just to kill her again. also the first line of her bio on my planing doc is ‘by god does this lady suck’. i love her.

Other notes from the submitter: -

#poll #oc poll #hmgbb

[azaleavi]

Woman Like Me Part 2 - Bucky Barnes

Summary: y/n gets to talk to the person who gave her the serum and the others learn more about her

Set in the second half of episode 3 of tfatws

Warning(s): a little violence nothing too strong

Word count: 2.5K

Author’s Note: Part 2 is finally here! Thank you so much for loving part 1, i didn’t expect so many people to like it! I’m actually pretty proud of this part and i would love to write a part 3 and actually make this a series if you like it so give me feedback or tell me what you would like to see in the next part. Thank you!

Part 1

“Okay I have clients coming in a few minutes so enjoy the party and stay out of trouble” Sharon stands up, walking out of the room.

“Trouble” Zemo holds up his glass of whiskey.

“I think we should change” y/n looks at the clothes hanging by the wall, noting that they are still wearing their combat clothes. She can see multiple dresses but there are men’s clothes as well.

They all change out of their older clothes, the men giving y/n space to do it. She chose a simple black dress, appropriate for a party and she looks mesmerising. Bucky couldn’t see with the tactical gear on but she has a really nice figure which makes him stare at her a little longer than he should. Sam notices and decides to speak up.

“You clean up nice y/n” he smiles at her. This shakes Bucky out of his staring, realising what he was doing.

“Thanks. I’ve never really wore something like this before… you know with the whole Harcos thing and all” she shows a small smile.

“By the way, what language is that? I’ve never heard it before” Sam furrows his eyebrows, confused.

“Oh, it’s Hungarian, it means warrior” she rolls her eyes, clearly not amused by the name “I’m hungarian so I guess they thought it was fitting”

“Ah Hungary, what a nice place” Zemo speaks up “nice people too”

“If misogyny, racism and homophobia is nice to you I guess you’re right” y/n sends a sarcastic smile to him.

“We should go up into the party” Bucky intervenes before the conversation can escalate.

“Won’t people recognise you?” Sam asks y/n.

“Nah, I had a mask when I was forced to do the things I did. Not many people got to see my face and lived to tell about it” Bucky shudders, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Sam nods, holding the door open for her “thank you Sam”

The party is already in full swing, groups of people dancing to the music and others looking at the artwork that is displayed across the room. The three men with y/n walk over to the bar, trying to not bring any attention to themselves. They order drinks while waiting for Sharon to get the information. Bucky catches y/n looking at him from where she is sitting. He lifts his eyebrows in question.

“What are you looking at?” he shouts over the loud music.

“You” she is teasing him. He knows it, but that doesn’t mean he can’t play along with her.

“And what about me is so interesting that it got you looking at me instead of the party that’s happening around you?” Bucky tilts his head.

”That will be my secret” she winks at him. Bucky feels like he can’t breath for a second. She suddenly drowns her drink in one swift motion and stands up “I’m assuming you don’t want to dance with me” she grins.

“How can you even dance to music like this?” he asks, genuinely confused. The music back in his days was much better and what they did was actually dancing and not this… thing they are doing now. She looks away laughing. Her eyes catch something that makes her laugh even more.

“I think you should ask Zemo about that” she points at the man showing rather questionable dance moves. Bucky looks at him barely being able to hold his own laughter “well I’ll go mingle with the prime citizens of Madripoor” she does a small wave with her hand, walking away. Bucky watches her leave and doesn’t take his eyes off of her until she disappears in the crowd.

“Does our cyborg man have a crush?” Sam speaks up, having watched the whole interaction between them. Bucky whips his head in his direction, just realising that the other man was there the whole time.

“Definitely not” he answers “we were just talking”

“Talking? Sounded awful lot like flirting to me” Sam grins, making fun of the older man.

“We were not flirting” Bucky shakes his head and looks away to watch the crowd again. Sam only smiles to himself and stops pushing because Sharon appears next to them.

Y/N walks through the dancing people, just looking around and trying to absorb everything. She has never been to a party before, at least not while she was in control of her actions. She caught sight of Zemo again, who was still dancing. It was weird to see the very dangerous criminal just tearing it up on the dance floor. Suddenly someone grabs her hand from behind and turns her around. She almost hits the stranger in the head, but she quickly realises that it’s Bucky holding her. The crowd around them continues dancing, not paying any mind to the two super-soldiers standing among them.

“Hi” she smiles at him. They are standing so close to each other that their chests are almost touching and he is still holding her hands to his chest. Y/n has to tilt her head up so she can look in his eyes. She’s never been this close to a man before that wasn’t during a fight or in a threatening situation. She decides she likes it. Y/n doesn’t know if it’s because it’s Bucky who’s here with her or she would feel like this with any man, but she suddenly gets the urge to stand on her tiptoes and press her lips to his “You came here to dance with me?” she jokingly asks to get the image out of her head.

“You will have to wait for another party for that, Sharon got the information we need so we have to go” Bucky looks into her eyes his pupils slightly dilated, almost as if he was thinking the same thing. He starts lightly pulling her along, out of the crowd.

The next morning they are walking through the containers looking for the one that has Dr. Nagel in it.

“Okay this is the one” Sharon stops them in front a container. She hands them earpieces. Y/n feels a little nervous about meeting the man who turned her into what she is today. Bucky notices her fidgeting and puts his hand on her shoulder to reassure her. She gives him a small smile, grateful that he is here for her. She is wearing the same tactical gear she did when they first met which, crazy enough, was only yesterday. They walk through the door only to find it completely empty. Sam asks Sharon if she is sure it’s the right one and she tells them that it has to be. Zemo walks to the end of it and pushes only to find a hidden door.

“Fancy” y/n remarks, walking through it after Sam. They walk up the stairs and find a lab with music playing from a record player. Sam takes the needle off the record. Nagel turns around, scared.

“Dr. Nagel? We know you created the super-soldier serum” Sam says calmly.

“Get out of my lab” Nagel starts walking towards the door, but then sees Y/n standing there with a gun in her hand. The anger in her eyes is enough to stop him “Harcos” he says and she grits her teeth together.

“Do not call me that” she tries to stay calm.

“Jelentsd a feladatod, Harcos” he starts talking in Hungarian. State your mission, Warrior. She falters for a second, not having heard her language in a while. Selby only talked to her in English. Bucky looks at her worried as she points her gun at Nagel and takes the safety off.

“Az nem fog megtörténni” she answers. Not gonna happen. Sam looks between them, also worried for her. He thinks they shouldn’t have brought her with them, they didn’t think this through. What if Nagel knows the words and uses her against them? “Now why don’t you tell us about the serum you’re working on?” she switches back to English and pushes him back into a chair, her gun still pointed at him.

“I was brought into Hydra’s Winger Soldier program to pick up their work” he starts talking “after that I was recruited by the CIA. They had a blood sample that had semi-stable traces of serum in it” he looks at y/n who is still pointing her gun at him but this time he doesn’t cower in fear “after much labour, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in it and that’s when I made her. The only successful outcome from over 40 tries” he stops for a second and Bucky can see a hint of something in his eyes. Before he can pin point what it is Nagel speaks again “Tizenhét” he says suddenly and y/n is immediately in front of him with her gun under his chin. Seventeen. The look in her eyes show that she is ready to kill.

“Say another word and you get a bullet in your head” she says through her teeth trying really hard to not shoot him right then and there.

“What did he say?” Sam asks not understanding the reaction from her.

“What do you call it? Trigger word?” Nagel smiles at her even though his life is on the line. The three men tense at the mention of that. Bucky steps next to her and for a moment she thinks he is going to pull her away but instead he also points his gun at Nagel.

“I will not hesitate” he says gesturing towards his gun.

“Do not worry, I only know the first word” he says, amused, but his eyes seem honest. They think about it for a second but pull their guns away from his head. Bucky looks at her, trying to catch her eyes. She looks back with a very small hint of tears in her eyes. He gets the urge to hug her but he knows he can’t do that right here so he only shows her a small encouraging smile.

“As I said: you try to say something about this and you won’t have time to finish that word” she starts walking away from Nagel “And you didn’t make me”she says as she stands next to a table, referring to his earlier statement “Continue” she orders him. So he does. He tells them about Karli and the woman called Donya Madani. He finishes with details about his serum, how it’s not like the ones before.

“I was a god” Nagel smiles like the crazy person he is “before I turned to dust and then Karli stole it” Y/n feels her angel boil and she lets it loose again.

“You are not a god” she shouts and slams her fist down on the table, a few vials falling down and breaking on the ground. Nagel flinches and tries to make himself smaller in his chair, immediately sensing the danger he is in. She lifts up her hand, realising that the table is now bent and you can see her fist’s outline in it “You are not a god” she repeats a little more calmly, but the anger can still be seen in her eyes “You never were and never will be. You just took in children who had nothing and tried to turn them into your version of the Winter Soldier” Bucky can’t help but feel like it’s his fault that she is in this situation. If the Winter Soldier didn’t exist y/n wouldn’t have had to go through these horrible things. She walks closer to the doctor “We were never asked if we wanted this. You told us it was some vaccine you were giving us and not the serum” while she is talking none of them see Zemo go around and get a gun from under one of the tables.

“Guys we are seriously out of time here” Sharon comes in and as soon as the rest of them don’t pay attention to Nagel, Zemo shoots him. Sam immediately takes the gun from him but it’s too late.

“What did you do?” he shouts at the other man but before he can answer the place blows up sending all of them backwards to the floor. Their ears are ringing and they can barely breathe. Zemo is the first to get up and he leaves them behind. Bucky gets back his senses quickly and searches for the rest to see if they are okay. Y/n is next to him trying to make sense of what happened and being a super-soldier she gets up at the same time as Bucky and helps Sam up while Bucky helps Sharon. They run outside as quickly as they can and realise that they are surrounded by people who are ready to kill them.

“Alright wait for my signal” Bucky speaks up, ready to take lead. Sam doesn’t listen to him and just runs out to take shelter “damn it” they start shooting with their pistols that they got from Sharon. Bucky stands next to y/n as his gun runs out of bullets. The both of them retreat to where Sam and Sharon are with y/n protecting his back.

“I thought we were gonna go left?” Bucky shouts at Sam.

“You went the wrong way” Sam answers, also shouting.

“I was clearing the way”

“I came out first. You were supposed to follow me”

“And where are we now” they go back and forth in the middle of the fight, like an old married couple.

“Can we talk about this later? We are kind of in the middle of something here!” Y/n interrupts them, trying to get them to focus. She and Sharon are still shooting.

“It’s in every action movie” the two men don’t even acknowledge her. Zemo appears on the top of a container in a purple mask and shoots at a pipe that blows up, giving the others enough time to get away. There are still people shooting at them as they run through the alleys. A man appears behind them and y/n kicks him hard enough that he flies across the open space and hits one of the containers. He falls to the ground unconscious. Another woman is in front of them and Bucky rips one of the pipes from the door and impales her with it. Y/n looks at him, impressed.

“You’ll have to teach me that” she grins. Bucky rolls his eyes, grabs her waist and pulls her inside. They punch the door open on the other side and Zemo shows up in a very nice looking car. It’s supercharged he says. Sam is ready to send him back to jail but Bucky reminds him that they need him to find Karli. Y/n agrees so she goes and sits behind Zemo. Bucky gets in the passenger seat while Sam sits next to her. They say goodbye to Sharon and Sam promises her that pardon. Before Zemo starts driving Bucky turns to y/n.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah” she answers with a little smile.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #tfatws spoilers #tfatws #sebastian stan #bucky #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #marvel #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic

[cabensonsgirly]

👼These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends (Multi-char)[NSFW]👼

Multiple SP characters x fem!reader

Xandra, Billie-Dean, Ally Mayfair, Anne Gillette, Audrey Tindall, Wilhemina Venable, Ellie Staple, Diane Sherman, Mildred Ratched.

👼Slice 1👼

Co-authored with @billiedeannovak even though she’ll deny it.

👼Wordcount: 3111👼

👼Published on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Content (some for later parts):Super AU, Dubious consent, slow-burn, manipulation, face-slapping, drug-use, alcohol, smut, cunnilingus, strap-on, cum, choking, degradation, sex-work, court, mentions of murder-suicide, descriptions of violence, bruises, choking, spit, mommy kink, humiliation, public sex/teasing👼

👼D.A. Novak:      What was the reason for the altercation?

Clark:                There was a customer that had been trying to… Pressure Ms. Gillette into giving him information about how she is able to obtain such wonderful pieces for her gallery. She had asked him numerous times to leave but he didn’t. Instead he had grabbed her wrist and tried- tried taking her to somewhere out of view but she had punched him and broken out of his grasp. The man retaliated by pushing her causing her to fall in which she twisted her ankle and fractured her wrist. She was able to get up with my assistance where she then punched him with her uninjured hand.  👼

    PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK

                                     VS

                          ANNE GILLETTE

 Court:             Members of the Jury, Anne Gillette has been charged in two counts with the crime of murder in violation of Penal Code §187. The information alleges that on or about December 17, 2010, in Manhattan, New York, the defendant, Anne Gillette, did kill Bert Gillette and Elaine Gillette, in violation of Penal Code §187. To this charge, Anne Gillette, has entered a plea of not guilty.

Court:             District Attorney Casey Novak you may call your first witness.

D.A. Novak:   Your Honour, the People call Adeline Clark.

CLERK SWEARS IN THE WITNESS

AND HAS WITNESS STATE HER NAME.

D.A. Novak:   How are you employed, Miss Clark?

Clark:              I am employed as an assistant at Ms. Gillette’s Art Gallery.

D.A. Novak:   Back in early April, 2010, did you call the police to the gallery because the defendant, Anne Gillette, had injured and been injured in an altercation?

Clark:             Yes, I did.

D.A. Novak:     Do you remember which officers responded to the call out?

Clark:               No. I wasn’t introduced to them once they arrived. I had been tending to Ms. Gillette’s injuries.

D.A. Novak:     Do you remember what the altercation was about?

Clark:               Yes, I do.

D.A. Novak:       What was the reason for the altercation?

Clark:               There was a customer that had been trying to… Pressure Ms. Gillette into giving him information about how she is able to obtain such wonderful pieces for her gallery. She had asked him numerous times to leave but he didn’t. Instead he had grabbed her wrist and tried- tried taking her to somewhere out of view but she had punched him and broken out of his grasp. The man retaliated by pushing her causing her to fall in which she twisted her ankle and fractured her wrist. She was able to get up with my assistance where she then punched him with her uninjured hand.

D.A. Novak:      How did you manage to call the police so that they would arrive before the perpetrator fled?

Clark:               I was able to call the police with the earpiece we have to take calls while we are away from the phone so that was how I was able to help Ms. Gillette get up. The man had been knocked back and looked like he was a bit surprised by Ms. Gillette’s actions so that’s how the police arrived before he was able to make a run for it.

D.A Novak:       Is this the first time that Ms. Gillette has been involved in some altercation while you were present?

Clark:               No. There have been a lot of people that harass her while we are out and about. I am usually able to stop them from getting to her but sometimes they get too close.

D.A. Novak:      Were you with Ms. Gillette the day of Bert and Elaine Gillette’s murder?      

Clark:               I was.  

D.A. Novak:       Where were you both between the hours of two and five am?

Clark:              We were getting ready to go to Paris to meet connections in the art world so that we could get a wider variety of pieces for the gallery.

D.A. Novak:       Did Gillette leave at any point during those three hours?

Clark:               No.

D.A. Novak:       Do you see Ms. Gillette in court today?

Clark:               I do.

D.A. Novak:       Could you please point her out for the jury?

Clark:               She’s sitting right there. (Pointing to the defendant)

D.A. Novak:      No further questions, Your Honour.

Court:             Defence Counsel Rita Calhoun, you may cross examine.

Defence

Counsel

Calhoun:           So Ms. Gillette is often subject to unwarranted harassment while you both go about your day?  

Clark:              Yes she is. I have tried convincing her to get private security, but she insists that it isn’t necessary.

D.C. Calhoun:   Do you have an opinion as to whether she has done anything to warrant such treatment from the public?

Clark:               She has done nothing but try and run her business. She has me send ten percent of profits to charities at the end of each business month.

D.C. Calhoun:   By the way, Ma’am, who provided Gillette the funds to start her gallery in the first place?

Clark:               Her parents, Bert and Elaine Gillette.

D.C. Calhoun:   She had backing by her parents?

Clark:               Yes she did. They hoped that she succeeded at something for once in her life.

D.C. Calhoun:   Now, when you were at her residence the day of the alleged murder, are you positive that Gillette did not leave the property?

Clark:               Positive!

D.C. Calhoun:   No further questions, Your Honour.

Court:             Miss Clark you may step down. Any additional witnesses on behalf of the People?

D.A. Novak:       Your Honour, the People call Nigel Prestwick.

CLERK SWEARS IN THE WITNESS

AND HAS WITNESS STATE HIS NAME.

D.A. Novak:      How do you know the defendant Ms. Gillette?

Prestwick:       She had been accused of stealing money from the Prestwick Foundation, making donations to recipients which supposedly were her. However, the case was closed due to the money being replaced.

D.A. Novak:      Despite this, recently you decided to press embezzlement charges, correct?

D.C. Calhoun:   Objection! Mr. Prestwick was put under duress and blackmailed to press charges by Detective Olivia Benson and Detective Ashok Ramsey.

Court:             Objection sustained.

D.A. Novak:      Requesting permission to approach the bench, Your Honour.

Court:             Granted.

D.A. NOVAK AND D.C. CALHOUN

APPROACH THE STAND.

Casey runs her lithe fingers through her hair as she lets out a frustrated sigh, glaring at Rita as though the woman herself had committed the murder. Rita simply quirked a brow, an amused smile tugging slightly at her lips, “What is the issue, Novak? We both know that Prestwick was blackmailed into pressing those charges by Benson and Ramsey.” The Judge gives Casey a look of disbelief “Is this true?”

The red head supresses the urge to roll her eyes and cuss Rita out and deny it, but she was under oath and getting caught out in a lie wouldn’t end well for anyone. “It’s hardly blackmail. Benson and Ramsey just took a photo of Prestwick in a compromising position and said that he either go ahead with embezzlement charges or they show the videos of him to his wife. At least it’s not fuc- At least it’s not murder” she hisses out angrily.

Rita shakes her head and looks at the Judge “Can the witness be removed from the stand because of this, Your Honour?” The Judge nods and motions for them to return to their respective places. A thoroughly perturbed Casey makes her way back and scribbles something down on paper, throwing one last glare at Rita; The older woman returns to sit beside the defendant, whispering in her ear “the Judge is going to dismiss the witness. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are found not-guilty.”

Court:             The witness, Nigel Prestwick is dismissed due to unscrupulous methods being used in order to get charges pressed against the defendant.

Court:             Mr. Prestwick you may step down. Any additional witnesses on behalf of the People?

D.A. Novak:    Your Honour, the People call Detective Ashok Ramsey.

CLERK SWEARS IN THE WITNESS

AND HAS WITNESS STATE HIS NAME.

D.A. Novak:      Detective, how do you know the defendant?

Ramsey:           I have been investigating her for a while now for tax evasion, and embezzlement.

D.C. Calhoun:   Objection! Relevance. We are here because the defendant has been accused of murder, not tax evasion and embezzlement where the charges have already been dropped.

Court:             Objection sustained. Change line of questioning or dismiss the witness.

D.A. Novak:      Fine. The prosecution rests.

Court:             Defence Counsel Calhoun, do you wish to cross-examine?

D.C. Calhoun: No, your Honour.

Court: Detective Ramsey you may step down. Any additional witnesses on behalf of the People?

D.C. Calhoun:   The defence calls the Chief of Detectives, Muldrew.

CLERK SWEARS IN MULDREW AND

ASKS HIM TO STATE HIS NAME.

D.C. Calhoun:   Fancy seeing you here, Chief Muldrew.

Muldrew:         It has been awhile, Ms. Calhoun.

D.C. Calhoun:  You have had previous encounters with my client where you, and a previous witness Mr. Prestwick-

D.A. Novak:     Objection. Relevance, what does this have to do with the current case?

D.C. Calhoun:   There will be a follow up question, your Honour.

Court:             Overruled. Get to the point, Calhoun.

D.C. Calhoun:   As I was saying… Your previous interactions with my client have been in regard to previous charges being dropped, yes?

Muldrew:         Yes, that’s correct.

D.C. Calhoun:   Is it true that with this case, you said to Olivia Benson, Ashok Ramsey, and Elliot Stabler that unless they can prove definitively that my client, Ms. Anne Gillette was the culprit, that they would be on their own?

Muldrew:         Well…

D.C. Calhoun:   Is it true or not, Chief Muldrew?

Muldrew:         Yes it is.

D.C. Calhoun:   Did you think that there was enough evidence that pointed towards Ms. Gillette before the investigation had begun formally?

Muldrew:         It was hard to say at that time-

D.C. Calhoun:   It’s a yes or no question, Chief.

Muldrew:         No, I didn’t.

D.C. Calhoun:   Upon finding out that Ms. Gillette was in the company of Miss Clark, whom I might add has no criminal record, the time Ms. Gillette committed the alleged murder, did you think that your team was desperate to get her behind bars seeing as she has gotten off previous charges?

Muldrew:         …yes.

D.C. Calhoun:   My apologies, Chief Muldrew, I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat yourself a bit louder into the microphone please?

Muldrew:         Yes I did- do think that the detectives were just wanting to see Ms. Gillette put behind bars because they were unable to get her on prior charges.

D.C. Calhoun:   Were you aware of the methods the detectives used in order to get Mr. Prestwick to go through with pressing charges?

D.A. Novak:       Objection. Relevance.

D.C. Calhoun:   It was during this current investigation that Mr. Prestwick was blackmailed. The question is relevant.

Court:             Overruled. Might do you some good to pay attention, Novak.

D.C. Calhoun:   Chief Muldrew, your answer please.

Muldrew:         No, I was not aware of it until today.

D.C. Calhoun:   Were you also unaware of Ms. Gillette being set-up so that a confession could be coerced out of her in unusual and stressful circumstances?

Muldrew:         No, I wasn’t aware of that. By this point I did not see enough solid evidence to link Ms. Gillette to the crime, so the team were off on their own.

D.C. Calhoun:   Were you aware of what Detectives Benson, Ramsey, and Stabler were up to, would you have let them continue on their warpath?

Muldrew:         No, I wouldn’t have. There is a right way and a wrong way to go about investigating crimes, especially ones as high-profile as this.

D.C. Calhoun:   No further questions, your Honour.

Court:             District Attorney Novak, you may cross-examine.

D.A. Novak:       No thank you, your Honour.

Court:             Chief of Detective Muldrew, you may step down. Defence Counsel Calhoun, does the defence wish to call any witnesses?

D.C. Calhoun:   The defence calls the defendant, Anne Gillette.

CLERK SWEARS IN MS. GILLETTE AND ASKS HER TO STATE HER NAME.

D.C. Calhoun:   Ms. Gillette, prior to the incident, how was your gallery doing?

Gillette:           It was doing well thanks to my assistant.

D.C. Calhoun:   When did you hire Miss Clark for that position?

Gillette:           It seems like so long ago. I think it was roughly around mid-January.

D.C. Calhoun:   Why did you decide to hire Miss Clark as an assistant after unsuccessfully trying to run galleries in the past?

Gillette:           My- My parents they… thought that I deserved one more chance to do something that I was- am passionate about. I didn’t want to disappoint them again because that’s all that I seemed capable of doing. So… I looked around and discovered that most successful gallery owners have assistants to help them.

D.C. Calhoun:   Has Miss Clark met the deceased before?

Gillette:           She has.

D.C. Calhoun:   Was she aware of you being the sole heir to the estate?

Gillette:           She was not until my parents brought it up in conversation one day.

D.C. Calhoun:   Was she, Miss Clark, aware of how strained your relationship with your parents had been?

Gillette:           No. I didn’t think the past would be beneficial towards the future of my business as well as re-building the relationship with my parents. I wanted her to have an unbiased opinion of them.

D.C. Calhoun:   Were your parents still happy together?

D.A. Novak:       Objection! The defendants answer would be hearsay.

Court:             Objection sustained.

D.C. Calhoun:   Did you have concern for your father’s mental well-being before he killed your mother before himself?

Gillette:           Of course, but I- I didn’t- I never thought he was capable of… killing my mother… He was your typical man, didn’t really like discussing mental health but I knew that he would occasionally see someone. I- I don’t know what changed in those twenty-four hours…

D.C. Calhoun:    Why was the trip postponed until the day the deceased were found dead?

Gillette:             I suggested that they wait another day because my mother was still recovering from the flu. I didn’t think travelling at the time would be a pleasant experience due to her still being ill. I know from personal experience that traveling while sick is absolutely miserable, so I only wanted both my parents to enjoy their time.

D.C. Calhoun:    Were you and Miss Clark actually packing at that hour for a flight to Paris?

Gillette:           Yes we were.  We had done an online check-in for the flight so that by the time we made it to the airport we wouldn’t need to stress over running late.

D.C. Calhoun:     No further questions.

Court:               Cross examination, District Attorney Novak?

D.A. Novak:       Ms. Gillette, you have a history of failure and criminal charges, correct?

D.C. Calhoun:    Objection. Relevance to the current case as no charges were successfully pressed.

Court:             Sustained. Change line of questioning.

D.A. Novak:     You spent all the money you were given in your trust fund from your parents, correct?

D.C. Calhoun:   Objection. Relevance.  

D.A. Novak:     There will be a follow-up question, your Honour.

Court:         Overruled. That question better be relevant, Novak.

D.A. Novak:       Thank you, your Honour. Ms. Gillette, your answer please.

Gillette:           I did, yes.

D.A. Novak:      Is it true that you were upset that your mother had been discussing whether or not to remove you from their will?

Gillette:           I was, but-

D.A. Novak:       Did you threaten to kill your mother if she did not keep you on the will?

D.C. Calhoun:   Objection. Leading question.

Court:               Sustained.

D.A. Novak:     Why was your name still on the will if your mother had reason to remove you from it?

Gillette:         How would I know that?    

D.A. Novak:     Miss Clark said that you often find yourself getting involved in altercations, is this true?

Gillette:         Yes. She said it under-oath so why would she lie when the consequences would be more severe than just telling the truth?

D.A. Novak:     I’m surprised you know the consequences, Ms. Gillette, but it’s not entirely surprising seeing as you have had run-ins with the law before-

D.C. Calhoun:   Objection. What is the point?

Court:             Sustained. Hurry up and get to the point, Novak.

D.A. Novak:     Your history of run-ins leads one to believe that you are rather volatile. Have you ever hit or injured one or both of your parents?

D.C. Calhoun:   Objection. Relevance.

Court:             Overruled. Novak, continue.

D.A. Novak:     Thank you. Ms. Gillette?

Gillette:         No. I haven’t.

D.A. Novak:     I find that hard to believe, Ms. Gillette seeing as, if we are to believe what Miss Clark has been saying is true, you often react physically when an altercation arises.

Gillette:         I act in self-defence. I have never gone out of my way to deliberately injure someone! You can’t blame me for my parent’s death when I wasn’t even there!

D.A. Novak:     Yes, Ms. Gillette, I do blame you. No further questions, your Honour.

Court:             Ms. Gillette, you may step down. Defence Counsel Calhoun, any further witnesses?  

D.C. Calhoun:   The defence rests.

Court:             We will now hear closing arguments of counsel. District Attorney Novak you may proceed.

D.A. Novak:     Members of the jury – the evidence is undisputed that the defendant, Ms. Gillette brutally murdered her parents. The evidence shows that Ms. Gillette has a history of run-ins with the law as well as physical altercations. She also is clearly incapable of being smart with her money, and seeing as she is the sole heir to the Gillette Estate she has more than enough motive to commit this atrocious act. Ms. Gillette’s mother had been contemplating removing her from the will which, the defendant admitted, upset her considerably. The detectives investigating this case have reason to believe that this was indeed a homicide committed by Ms. Gillette and not a murder-suicide committed by Mr. Bert Gillette!

Court:         Defence Counsel Calhoun, you may proceed with your closing argument.    

D.C. Calhoun:    Members of the jury. My client, Ms. Gillette, is not guilty of this charge. The investigation was unjust from the start; Ms. Gillette was coerced into her confession under rather dubious circumstances, and Prestwick was blackmailed into pressing charges. The detectives have been gunning for Ms. Gillette to be sent down from the beginning. We have even heard from Chief Muldrew that he thought the detectives were out of order and were behaving inappropriately considering how high profile that this case is. Miss Clark and Ms. Gillette were at Ms. Gillette’s residence preparing for their flight and we have heard in Miss Clark’s testimony that Ms. Gillette did not leave the premises between the hours of two and five am. It is clear that there is an unfair bias towards Ms. Gillette which has narrowed their perspective. Bert Gillette had a history of mental health issues and unfortunately it seems that they got the better of him resulting in the untimely death of Elaine Gillette before he took his own life. Ms. Gillette did not kill her parents. She is not guilty.

Court:       Court is adjourned while the Jury retire to deliberate.

As soon as the Judge has left the room as well as the Jury, the courtroom is filled with the sound of people talking, only just able to be passed off as aggressive whispering. Rita lets out a breath she felt like she had been holding since Anne took the stand but surprisingly, she held her own and didn’t have one of her notorious outbursts. She sorts her papers out and puts them in her folder, a somewhat cocky smirk on her face, “I have a good feeling about this, Ms. Gillette.” Anne laughs lightly and stands up alongside Rita “I would expect nothing less from you, Ms. Calhoun. You are one of the best after all.”

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