#a tara prequel

[indianaterrors221]

Finally started The Bewitching Hour! I'm a huge BtVS fan who loves Tara, so I'm looking forward to hearing a bit more of her story. I can't comment on the book yet since I haven't gotten very far, but the cover art is absolutely gorgeous! I hope that if the prequel series continues, the following novels have such pretty art:

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #the bewitching hour #a tara prequel #tara maclay #books #novels #seriously tho my phone doesn't do this justice #this cover art is beautiful #no spoilers please #just started #but I'm open for BtVS asks #halloween blog #horror blog #thriller blog

[lanean]

It arrived!

#btvs #buffy #tara maclay #books #booklr #buffy prequels #the bewitching hour #a tara prequel

[theautisticbarbie]

Red Wings

Word Count: 1,534

Welp! This is it! This is the last one shot to set up “A Bird of Praise”, which I will start posting shortly!

Tara gets her first period and the giant can of worms known as her life starts to open up horrifically.

Your warnings are as follows: periods (duh), fear of dying, seizures, implied medical trauma.

Let me know if I missed anything!

8th Grade is often a very chaotic time for young girls. Not only is there a transition from middle aged school to high school in the immediate following year, but it was also usually happening during puberty. 13 year old Tara Newman got the worst of it one fateful fall day in 1981. During ballet class, her body just would not stretch the way that she needed it to. A simple plie was exhausting. On top of that and some killer bloating, Tara was also experiencing somewhat of a headache. It wasn’t too bad, but it was definitely noticeable and very distracting.

It started to become noticeable to Daniel and Eleanor when she went straight to bed as soon as she got home. That was most definitely out of the ordinary for the girl, especially when her and her brother’s 14th birthday was fast approaching.

It was all she talked about for weeks. She was so excited. The two were going to Signore Carlo’s Trattoria, which was basically just a fancy Chuck E Cheese in Hawkins just before you reach Indianapolis. Kids dress nice, eat junk that masquerades as fancy food, watch animatronics perform badly pre-recorded opera and dance ballet poorly with movements that anyone could bet were programmed by people who have likely never interacted with an actual dancer in their lives and play the arcade games and play in the ball pit. And instead of the excited rambling that the two had been accustomed to, Tara was quiet and went straight to bed.

That night, she was awoken by a deafeningly loud scream. The tired girl rubbed her eyes and only caught a glimpse of her brother running out of their room, only the nightlight to illuminate what was happening.

“Mom! Mom! Help! Tara’s dying!” Daniel said, frantically knocking on her bedroom door.

Tara, of course, was instantly set alight with panic upon hearing that, now realising she felt that she was sitting on a wet spot. It dawned on her that the minor bloating she felt when she first went to bed had now become excruciating and was accompanied by some very painful cramps.

She got up and turned on her bedside lamp and realised that wet spot was blood, which she also realised had soiled her nightgown. Her face instantly went pale.

When Eleanor walked in, Tara thought the silver lining of this was that for once in her life, she would get some caring and sympathy from her mother.

She was instead met with rolling eyes and an annoyed sigh.

“Your sister is not dying, Daniel. She’s just having her period.”

“My period…”

Eleanor pulled Tara out of her bed and sent her off to get cleaned up, and changed the bedsheets, all loudly complaining and cursing on some tirade about how she has to do everything. Never mind the fact that she CHOSE to have children and that it was her daughter who was frightened and in pain. SHE was the victim here, apparently.

After cleaning up in the shower and changing into a fresh pair of pyjamas, Tara took a painkiller and climbed into the freshly changed bed.

The week of her birthday celebration was rough to say the least. Persistent headaches, a crawling sensation on the back of her neck that always led to a tic where she violently shook her head and… nosebleeds? It was definitely unpleasant, especially since those three things stuck around even after her cycle was starting to go spotty.

The day of her and Daniel’s shared birthday, she got into her outfit. A cute, frilly pink dress with an updo and a tiara, because of course she had to have one along with a sash indicating that she was the birthday girl.

Daniel wore a suit with his hair neatly combed (at his mother’s behest of course) and a sash indicating that he was the birthday boy. Once they arrived at the restaurant and were seated, the guests began to arrive. Nancy and Barb carpooled together (at Karen’s behest) and the two 13 year olds set their gifts down at the gift table and joined the guests of honour.

“Hi, Nancy! Hi Barb!” Tara called excitedly, hugging them both, with Nancy making a pained grimace as though she would rather not be here.

Jeff and Gareth sat next to Daniel and sneered as four very crude looking animatronic swans came onto the stage and began performing a piss poor imitation of “The Four Cygnets” and while the three riffed on the spectacle, Tara was enthralled with the performance.

After all the guests arrived (mostly Tara’s “friends” who were just there for the food and arcade) and loaded up on pizza and birthday cake, Signore Pavo-Rat-E, the beloved older brother of Signore Carlo, came out in his tux, of which the coat tails comically flew up, and sang a clearly poorly pre-recorded opera version of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” while his animatronic voice box skipped and stuttered.

“Gratzzi, Pavo-Rat-E!” cheered Carlo with mechanical applause. Pavo’s mechanics whirred as he took a bow. “Let’s-a give it up for the guest of honour!”

With that, the sugar rushed adolescents were off to the games and ball pit, the latter Tara particularly enjoyed because of the way her skirt moved amongst the balls.

It was during a gradually heated game of Air Hockey between the twins that Daniel seemed particularly aggravated.

“What’s wrong, Daniel? Are you not having fun?” Tara asked.

“No!” He finally spat out. “I didn’t want to go to this STUPID place, eat shitty pizza and play mediocre games!”

“You said the S-word!” Tara declared.

“Oh grow up, Tara! We’re 14! Do you SEE anyone else over the age of maybe 10 here? I wanted to do something actually fun! I wanted to ride roller coasters and talk to girls who have boobies!”

“Ew, you perv!” Barb muttered to herself not nearly quietly enough for Tara not to catch it. Her face went beet red and she went off. “What is wrong with you? Is that seriously all you think about? You are the singular most sexist, immature, lecherous pervert that I have ever had the misfortune of knowing, let alone being related to! Everything is about butts or boobies with you!”

“Yeah, Tara, that’s what happens when boys hit puberty! They realise the concept of cooties is BS and then they turn into horny teenagers!”

“You’re so gross! All you and your friends ever do is embarrass me! You couldn’t cut it out! Even for me! Even on my birthday!”

“Newsflash! It’s my birthday, too, you self-centred bitch!”

That was it. Tara was officially fed up. “I HATE YOU!” she screamed as a hockey puck flew at Daniel’s face.

Tara did a double take. Did… she throw that? She certainly didn’t remember picking it up.

“Now-a now!” a Carlo mascot said, placing one of his oversized hands on her shoulder. “Let’s-a be nice!”

Tara was frightened, overwhelmed, overstimulated and very upset. She, at this point was having a full-on autistic meltdown, but because she was undiagnosed, she had no support.

“Maybe it’s-a time to apologise to-a your brother, don’t you a-think?”

Tara was not in any mood to be talked down to. But when she turned around with the intention of simply removing the big, plushy paw from her shoulder, she was mortified to see that she had knocked the poor mascot to the ground.

The stress that Tara was experiencing was through the roof. The room was spinning. Her throat was closing. Her heart was pounding. There was a trickle of moisture dripping down her chin.

Boom.

Suddenly all the lights were off and the power was out.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be experiencing a temporary power outage. We’ll be up and running again as soon as—“

Click.

“Well, it looks like the issue has resolved itself. As always, thank you for choosing Signore Carlo’s.”

It was all too much. Tara had puked on the floor where she was standing.

“Tara! Clean yourself up! That’s disgusting!” Nancy complained, grabbing some napkins and aggressively wiping Tara’s upper lip. Tara glanced at the discarded tissue and noticed crimson staining.

“Here!” Nancy said. “Take this and pinch the bridge of your nose!”

Nancy’s voice grew distant as Tara’s body grew numb. It felt as though something exploded in her chest and before she knew it, she could feel the linoleum floor beneath her before everything faded to black.

When she came to, the walls were bleach white. Everything smelled bleak and clean. She observed her surroundings and noticed she was lying in a bed with bleach white sheets. When she sat up, still feeling weak, she noticed she wasn’t in her birthday outfit anymore. She was in a hospital gown. However, when she looked around it didn’t seem like your typical hospital. Tara ran a hand through her wavy brown hair and rubbed her eyes when the door to her room opened.

In stepped a woman in a lab coat who smiled warmly, but there seemed to be an artifice to her demeanour.

“You must be Tara. I’m Dr. McFarlane. I’m the neurologist who was assigned to your case.”

#stranger things #tara newman #Stranger things prequel #stranger things oc #stranger things fanfic #hawkinsona

[lumendelmari]

Pre-chapter notes:

I’m not thrilled with the summary, but it works for now. For reference, this tale takes place approximately four months before the original Midwinter one-shot and six to seven months before the start of The Grey Warriors. I have deleted Midwinter because it will eventually be incorporated into this short story and I don't want any new readers skipping ahead in the storyline. I haven’t finished writing all the chapters to this yet, but I am posting what I have done because if I don’t, I’m going to keep incessantly fiddling with them and will never get to the next chapter of The Grey Warriors :P

As always, feedback is appreciated! If I need to expand on points, clarify, etc. Let me know!

. . .

The Cult of the Gol’Goroth  

Chapter One

The Task

10 Elient (The Fading) 1484 DR / Day 1

Taras Aldar, Neverwinter Wood

It was unusual that a meeting involving the Masters of the Wood would be held at such a late hour. And it was even stranger that Zelyra Erenaeth would be summoned to such a gathering. Yet, in the twilight of 10 Elient 1484DR, the half-elf nervously climbed the wooden stairs that spiraled the largest tree in the village of Taras Aldar and wondered what the summons might mean. Zelyra wracked her brain for something she had recently done that might have earned the wrath of the masters—a prank, failure in her studies, disobedience—and came up with nothing. She had not even dared to explore the Wood alone as of late! An abnormal increase in giant spider nests had discouraged any thought of that.

By the time the druid reached the top of the spiral staircase, worry gnawed at her so fiercely that a cold sweat had broken out upon her brow. But as she opened the door to the trazaethe where the council was to be held, Zelyra stopped short in the doorway when she saw the tree dwelling’s strange array of other inhabitants.

Taras Aldar’s four advisors—Naitha, Master of Medicine; Ansron, Master of Lore; Artana, Master of Swords; and Bael, Master of the Hunt—were all present. Zelyra’s adopted father, Laucian Erenaeth, also stood in one corner, speaking to a shield dwarf that the young druid had seen in passing but had never spoken to personally. Zelyra thought she was a member of their druidic ally, the Emerald Enclave, but her presence was still exceedingly strange. Taras Aldar rarely entertained guests in the village proper—even their allies.

The other corner of the trazaethe was occupied by an equally nervous-looking female moon elf with long red hair and green eyes. Zelyra knew her to be Arlathan, a fellow druid-in-training. They had been partnered in many training exercises and had a friendly rapport. Zelyra almost went to speak with her until a familiar scent struck her. The young druid whirled around excitedly. Standing post near the door of the trazaethe was a half-elven ranger with shoulder-length dark hair and piercing blue eyes. A vicious scar on his right cheek marred what was otherwise a ruggedly handsome face. He was so still and so silent that Zelyra would have walked right by without noticing him if not for his familiar scent.

“Varan?” she said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

. . .

read more here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46514380/chapters/117125188#workskin

or

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14223062/2/Zelyra-Erenaeth-Origins

#neverwinter wood #taras aldar #circle of swords #druid circle #horror oneshot #dungeons and dragons #prequel #the grey warriors

[jazzyoranges]

Can you write a friends with benefits situation Wednesday or Tara has with gp reader? Wednesday or Tara enforces a no strings attach policy but of course reader has to catch feelings and admits their feelings. It freaks Tara/wednesday and causes her to push them away and ghost them effectively hurting the reader who after a while tries to rebound with another girl causing major jealousy from Tara/Wednesday. You can choose the ending I just wanna see some jealous smut and angst mix in there 😩

She’s my Collar

Wednesday Addams x fem!werewolf!reader

Words: 4.6k (whoopsies)

Warnings: gp!reader, definitely ooc Wednesday, heat cycles, unprotected sex, knotting, explicit smut, everyone is 18+, Wednesday calls you a mutt and a puppy, breeding kink, is it really pet play if you’re actually a pet?, italian/spanish pet names and phrases, possessive Wednesday, fluff, angst i think

A/n: so sorry it took so long for me to write this anon who requested 😓 could be read as a prequel to this fic, but not specifically written as one. also i kinda strayed away from the original request, sorry about that too 😭🫶

MINORS DNI!

Wednesday didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling a certain emotion that was completely undesirable. You’ve been out sick for an entire week. Wednesday hadn’t seen you in the last 8 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes. But who was counting? Definitely not the Addams girl

Others would say Wednesday looked the same as any other week, but Enid’s roommate senses were tingling. Constantly fiddling with her rings, the very prominent scowl on her face that was meaner than usual, and the common frustrated grunts when Wednesday would make a mistake with her writing. Something was up, and not even god herself couldn’t stop Enid from figuring it out

While Wednesday was smart in every aspect except social, Enid’s people smarts came in useful every now and again. It really didn’t take long for her to piece two and two together. Angry roommate while someone she frequently hung out with was out sick? It was child’s play, really. All she needed to do was have Wednesday come to the same conclusion as her

Easier said that done, really. Wednesday was a knucklehead not so smart when it came to emotions. Any emotion other than creating despair, Wednesday struggled with. Luckily Enid was dedicated and also a knucklehead

Currently Wednesday was seated at her desk, simply staring at a blank piece of paper without moving. On any normal day her fingers would be speeding across the typewriter with ideas constantly coming to her. Now she was met with absolute digital silence from her mind, which proved to be discouraging and inconvenient to say the least

“Alright, Wednesday. What’s going on?”

“I have not a clue what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been different this entire week. Spill the beans”

“As I’ve just said, I don’t have the information you want.”

“It’s because you haven’t seen her all week, right? You miss her, don’t you?”

“Why would I miss that mutt of a werewolf? I do not miss Y/n.”

“I never said her name, yet you know exactly who I’m talking about. Funny how that works, Wednesday” Enid teases. Her roomie has been caught red handed

“If you want your tongue, I’d recommend you stop talking.”

“Cmon, Wednesday, I’m being serious. It’s not weird to miss a friend. How about you check up on her?”

“First, I do not miss her. Second, she is definitely fine. I do not need to check up on her.”

“She’s been out sick for an entire week. She texted me just today the sickness isn’t showing any signs of stopping”

“Why has she not called the nurse, then?”

“She told me they ran out of the medicine she needs. The sickness is werewolf specific. I’ve gotten it before and it hurt like a bitch without medicine”

“What kind of school clinic runs out of medicine?” Wednesday says under her breath while getting up. Presumably to check on you, Enid assumes

“It’s really high in demand right now. It only infects werewolves, so you won’t catch it”

“I suppose I’ll ask Y/n on the specifics of her current condition. Perhaps it could be a part in my writings.”

“I’m sure it will be, Wednesday. Tell me how it goes!” Enid waves goodbye to Wednesday as she exits, and the Addams misses her roommates wolfish grin

Luckily your dorm isn’t too far away from Ophelia hall but it’s still a considerable walk to and from. The walk there gives Wednesday enough time to really question why she was doing this. She did not care for you, that was most definitely certain. At least that’s what Wednesday kept telling herself when she neared your room

The Addams girl hesitated before she knocked on your door. She could hear you whimpering and whining in pain, your tail quickly thumping against your bed. The shorter girl bit the bullet and held her fist against the door, quickly knocking on it

“Open up, Y/n or I’ll be forced to axe down your door.”

“Go away, Wednesday” Your voice was muffled

“Either I pick your lock or you open this door. Make your decision.”

Wednesday hears your feel shuffle to the door, and you open it just enough for your eye to peek out. Wednesday immediately notices your flushed skin and dark eye bags. You’re only wearing a tank top and boxers, trying to hide your lower body behind the door

“What do you want?” You spit out a bit more aggressively than you mean to

“I’ve come to check up on your illness”

“I’m uh- I’m okay. You can go now, Wednesday”

“You obviously aren’t, you haven’t gone to your classes all week.”

“Listen, I’m not actually sick. If I tell you what’s actually happening, promise you won’t freak out?”

“I promise.”

You suck in a breath to calm your nerves. “I’m in heat. The school clinic ran out of suppressants, so I haven’t been able to come to classes”

Wednesday looked you up and down, and in a split second she felt something she hadn’t before. Something about how your wolfish features came out. Ears were pressed against your head, tail hung low and swaying softly, and Wednesday noticed your fangs poke out when you spoke

“Let me help you.”

“W-What?” You momentarily stoped holding the door, and Wednesday let herself inside. Wednesday was immediately hit with a musk that was so… you. Werewolves weren’t her major, but she could tell you’ve marked your entire room with your own scent. Something about it made Wednesday’s mind think of all the unspeakable things she wanted to do to you

“Uh, sorry for the mess. And sorry for the smell, I know it’s bad…” You shift on your feet, and it’s only then Wednesday notices the tent in your boxers. Quickly mumbling out apology after apology, you move your tail so it covers your growing erection

“Stop apologizing, it’s getting quite annoying. I said I’d help you, did I not?”

“Help me like..?”

“Yes. Help you as in having sexual intercourse”

Your cheeks flush red and you have to actively stop your tail from wagging in excitement. Wednesday takes a step closer, but you take a step back

“A-Are you sure? You’re human, and I’m a werewolf. Your body isn’t designed to handle our heats”

Wednesday takes another step closer to you, grabbing your neck to make you look straight in her eyes. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your throat

“I decide what I can handle.” The shorter girl firmly gropes at your clothed erection, and you moan at the contact

“Wednesday, I-”

“A dumb puppy is what you are. Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t think you’d care” When Wednesday starts to massage your clothed cock more roughly, she earns another moan out of your throat

“Please, please make it better, Wednesday. It hurts so fucking much” You whimper, and Wednesday wonders if you’d look good in a collar with her name on it. She’d have to save that idea for a different day.

“Puppy.”

“Wednesday?”

“Take everything off. I want to see all of you.”

Wordlessly, you start to strip, which doesn’t take long since you’re barely wearing any clothes. Your mindless obedience made Wednesday happy. You start with your tank top and the Addams chooses to observe every part of you. Wednesday notices you’re considerably more furry than usual, your happy trail showing just above your boxer briefs

“Are you sure?” You ask nervously when you reach your boxers, and Wednesday is getting considerably more impatient

“Do I have to do everything for you?” Wednesday mutters while she takes off your boxers instead. The shorter girl sucks in a breath when your hardened cock slaps against your stomach

Wednesday didn’t expect you to be so… lewdly big. Looking at the size of your erection only reminded her your body was meant to breed. You were designed to reproduce, and the thought turned Wednesday on more than she liked

The shorter girl pushes you onto your bed, and she takes a second to look at the state you’re in

“Please, Wednesday…” You whine

“Be patient, Y/n. You’ll get there eventually”

“It hurts so much, please I can’t wait” Begging harder, Wednesday doesn’t likehow her first instinct is to give you what you want

“You’re lucky I tolerate you. If you were any other person, I’d think this was dehumanizing.” She pushes you further back, licking a stripe up your tip and across a vein. You have to stop yourself from cumming embarrassingly quick

Wednesday keeps giving your shaft long kitten-licks and you’re in heaven when she finally decides to suck your tip with a new type of hunger.

And due to previous attempts at suppressing your heat by yourself, your cock was absolutely raw at how much you masturbated. It only made Wednesday’s tongue feel even better

She hollows out her cheeks, making your tip hit the back of her throat. This earns a groan from the back of your throat. You didn’t know if touching was allowed due to her track record of broken arms and hands, so you decide to play it safe by just holding onto your bedsheets for dear life

“F-Fuck, I’m about to-“ Before you can finish your sentence, Wednesday pulls away from your cock. The look on your face is something Wednesday would like to cherish. Your penis was twitching like crazy. It was drooling with pre-cum and the shorter girls saliva. She couldn’t help but admire how you shook under her

“Why’d you stop?” Whining seemed to be a strong suit of yours

“In me.” Wednesday wipes a bit of her saliva off her chin, and you swear it’s the most attractive thing ever “Now.”

“Huh?”

“You know what I mean. Really, do I always have to spell it out for you?”

“You have to cut me some slack here, Wens…”

“I suppose I could provide an understanding for your view. You’re nothing but a dumb pup, are you not? Your kind is known to follow orders.”

“I think you’re confusing me with a domesticated dog, Wednesday”

“If I were to demand you pluck stars from the night, you would, would you not?”

“I mean I would, but for different reasons…”

“My point still stands.” Wednesday mumbles, sinking down on your erection. You don’t remember when she got naked, but you’re also not exactly complaining

The Addams holds onto your shoulders for support, and you hesitate before putting your hands on her hips. Luckily you made the right choice, your warm hands directly polar to Wednesday’s.

It takes a little effort for Wednesday to completely take in your cock, but the stretch is worth it when she sees your labored breathing like she’s the best pussy you’ve ever had. Which, Wednesday wouldn’t admit she was proud of. She could feel every vein on your cock and every twitch made her spiral into thoughts of you

The sight is funny, you think. The Wednesday Addams is impaled on your cock. The Wednesday Addams that saved Nevermore. The Wednesday Addams that was notorious for being gorgeously scary. That Wednesday Addams was riding your dick like her life depended on it.

Skin slapping together was music to your ears, and the feeling in your lower stomach you recognized well was rapidly building up. Wednesday came with a hitch in her breath, and you reluctantly pulled out before releasing your own cum with a groan. Both of you are left breathing hard.

“There will be a silver bullet in your skull if you so much as think about telling anyone about this.” Wednesday mutters in between breaths.

“Duly noted.”

—

You’ve been in this arrangement with Wednesday for about 4 months, now

The first month consisted of a casual fuck here and there. After a particularly hard week, teachers being annoying, or a hard test. It wasn’t difficult to keep your situation away from your friends. For all they knew, you two were still the platonic match-made-in-hell duo that were strictly friends

The second month was a little harder to keep your situation away from your friends. Wednesday would randomly pull you into any empty closet or classroom she could for a quick orgasm to get her through the day

The third month was rough. You two went on dates as you liked to call it, but Wednesday would call them study sessions or hangouts. Trips to Jericho on the weekend, Wednesday helping you with botany, it was practically impossible to separate both of you. Unfortunately your friends became suspicious

So during the fourth month, a new vampire transferred to Nevermore. You were assigned to give her a tour of the school and her classes. When Wednesday saw you two hang out when you’d usually see the Addams, she suspected the tour went better than anticipated. What Wednesday expected to be a minor inconvenience for one day, caused her many unwanted thoughts. It made a vein pop out of her neck. (not literally, but that’s what it felt like)

Wednesday noticed how you two started spending more time together after and during school. Of course there was definitely a reasonable explanation, you were her only friend. Unfortunately a very minuscule part of her brain is telling her you like the new vampire more than the Addams. The thought didn’t sit right with her

You were supposed to be Wednesday’s. You were supposed to only have eyes for the Addams and not some vampire that doesn’t even make you half as happy as her. You would always be Wednesday’s. When you finally realized the vampire wasn’t enough to satiate your needs, Wednesday would be there. She would be there to catch your fall, and the thought made her uncomfortable.

Wednesday Addams, a feared individual that wore her heart tucked under enough layers of blunt sarcasm and a deathly scary look, yet once glance from you sent her spiraling into something between fear and love. She hated it. She hated you. Wednesday hated you for bringing this side out of her she swore to be kept away from the surface of her character.

The Addams couldn’t afford this. You were her weakness. You definitely knew this as well. Unwanted doubt flooded her mind. Thoughts that ended up with you exploiting her only weakness made her heart ache, and not in a way she enjoyed.

You would end up breaking off your relationship with the Addams, leaving her to be made a fool as you were the only one that could do it. The worst part is Wednesday couldn’t even be angry with you. She knew you deserved someone of your own kind. Another werewolf that would understand and satiate your needs. Wednesday would end the arrangement the next time she saw you.

—

“(L/n).”

“Wednesday?” You open up your door with a smile on your face. A sight for sore eyes is what you were.

“We cannot continue our arrangement.”

“What? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Wednesday wished she could take back her words, but she was doing this to keep herself safe. To make you happy.

“Our late night meetings can no longer continue. I’ve grown uncomfortable with your presence.”

“Wednesday, I-“

“A nuisance is what you are. You’re needy, and you can’t do anything by yourself. You really are just a dumb mutt. You are incapable of doing anything except cling to me like a lost child.” Wednesday spits out, and something akin to regret dawns on her face

Stray tears leave your eyes and you wipe them up as quickly as they fall, but Wednesday notices. She can tell you’re trying to be strong, your quivering lip giving you away

“I’m- I’m sorry you feel that way, Addams.” You say before turning your back on Wednesday, closing the door. Broken sobs escape your throat, and Wednesday brings her hand up to your doorknob. She thinks a little longer before a single tear falls from her eye. She turns to leave instead.

—

Three weeks, nearing four since you’ve last talked to Wednesday. You’ve been out for a week and a half and Wednesday knows exactly why. Since the Addams has been helping with your heats for the past few months, you haven’t needed to request for more suppressants. Neither you nor Wednesday knew why your heats were commonly hell-ish and lasted for weeks without the suppressants you desperately needed

Really, she could picture you right now. You would’ve found the boxers that created the least amount of friction, and you’d be whimpering and whining while your tail rapidly thumped against the bed mattress. Finding the nearest thing to bite, which usually happened to be your bed frame, you’d sink your teeth into the cold wood and find a splinter on your tongue the next time you brushed your teeth. Rinse and repeat until you eventually fell asleep or Wednesday saved you from your own body

It was pathetic how much you constantly needed Wednesday…and consequently, how much Wednesday needed you.

Disgusting is the only word Wednesday can choose when thinking of how much space in her mind you took up. She was seated in the Quad while eating an apple and contemplating her life. Which, was not in an ideal situation.

“I know you want to talk to her, Wednesday” Enid takes a seat near the shorter girl

“I do not.”

“I know for a fact you didn’t mean what you said. Unfortunately, you’re too stubborn to realize it”

“She has that new girl, does she not?”

“For the last time, Wednesday, they aren’t dating”

“They may as well be. The two are practically attached at the hip”

“So were you two, but then you decided to fuck it all up and haven’t talked to her since” Enid groans. This is was going to be harder than she thought

“Wednesday, you know how much I love you, right?”

“Annoyingly so.”

“Not-so-respectfully, you fucked up really bad. I know you didn’t mean it, but would you rather see her kiss another girl, or would you rather be the girl she kisses?”

The question makes Wednesday hesitate, and relief washes over Enid. Did she want to be with you? She mentally scoffs at the thought. The Wednesday Addams uncharacteristically soft for a girl. Outrageous. Disgusting. Absolutely unheard-

“Well, it seems you have your answer. Talk to her right now, ‘kay?” Enid knew her roomie would do the right thing even if it was gut wrenchingly difficult

The shorter girl only responds with a grumble, but it’s enough of an answer for Enid to skip away and continue being the social butterfly she was. Wednesday was going to… apologize to you. Just thinking of the word made her recoil, but it was you she was going to. As much as Wednesday didn’t like apologizing, she didn’t want to admit the thought of being away from you any longer was the worse option

She was almost in the same exact situation almost five months ago. Only this time you were sad, and it was Wednesday’s job to make you feel better (in more ways than one)

It didn’t take long getting to your dorm. She knew all of the correct routes and shortcuts to take. Wednesday was met with a tightly locked door and a knob that had collected dust after the past week and a half. She brought a hand to the door, knocking loudly

The Addams was only met with silence. That is, silence, with the exception of stray whines and whimpers

“It’s Wednesday.” Silence again.

“I know you’re in there. Ignore me and I’ll find other means to see you.” More silence

“You’ve made your decision.” The shorter girl sighs, taking a lock pick from her uniform pocket. Why she had a lock pick? For important situations like these, of course

When Wednesday finally managed to unlock your door, she noticed how you looked considerably worse than the first time the Addams decided to help you with your heat

What Wednesday didn’t expect was you fully naked sprawled on your bed. Bite marks littered your bed frame and a chew toy Wednesday bought to mock you, but it ended up being somewhat helpful. A low quality fan spun, only making your scent waft around the room even more. An air freshener was mentally added to her list of things to buy

“Go away, Wednesday.” You growled. You never growled. “If you’re here to mock me and call me a nuisance, I’d recommend you leave”

“I came to help.”

“You’ve full of bullshit, aren’t you?”

“I’m not lying, Y/n.”

“Go away, Wednesday, I’m not going to say it again.” The Addams only took this as an invitation to step closer to your bed where you were laying face down and a light blanket to cover your ass

When you only heard footsteps near, something inside you snapped. You were a werewolf. Not a puppy that said please with a tail between your legs. No, you would make Wednesday leave. Also you were sexually frustrated while in heat, so that was definitely fuel to your sour mood

Before she could register what had happened, you pinned the smaller girl to the floor. Your pupils contracted into small circles while there was a permanent snarl on your face

“I said, go away.” Your erection accidentally brushes against Wednesday’s thigh, and she was suddenly aware of how much self control you had for not already relentlessly stuffing the shorter girl full of your cum

“Knot me, cucciola.”

When the words leave Wednesday’s mouth, something in you changes. You’re overcome with sinful thoughts, and your cock starts to drool with precum at the image of Wednesday being full of you. It’s sinful, truly

“Is that why you came here? Just to be bred?”

“No, but it seems my words are working. You’re incredibly hard.” The shorter girl grabs your erection, jerking you off roughly

“Puppy.”

“Don’t… don’t call me that.” You say in between moans. Wednesday starts to sit up, and your back meets the side of your bed frame

“Cucciola wants to breed?”

“F-Fuck you.”

“We’re getting there, mi sol” The pet name accidentally slips, but you’re far too blissed out to notice

“She can’t make you feel as good as me, can she?”

“W-What? Who are you talking about?”

“You know who. The vampire that can’t get her hands off you.”

“Wednesday, we’re no-“ The shorter girl only started to stroke you faster. Her hand barely fit around your cock, but it still felt like heaven

“I don’t- I don’t like her that way” You say in between moans. Your orgasm was nearing and Wednesday knew this. She slowed down her pace, and you whined at the sudden loss of stimulation

“Knot me.”

“Huh?”

“Show me you don’t like her the way you like me.” You only notice your proximity after she speaks. Your noses are only inches apart. Wednesday’s eyes flick down to your lips, and you quickly close the distance

Wednesday was an addiction. Nicotine, acid, weed, none of it compared to how you felt while kissing Wednesday. You’d get drunk off her taste and crave it until she was in your arms once again. It was hell without her

When the shorter girl accidentally grinds on you, a surge of lust runs through your body. You quickly pick her up with your lips still attached to hers and take off her skirt. You couldn’t go another second without being in Wednesday

Sinking her onto your hardened erection, you let out a gasp of pleasure when her velvety walls stretch at your intrusion. You’re holding up her body by her thighs, and Wednesday just wishes you’d go faster.

“Cucciolo, ti amo.” The Addams moans when she looks down to see she’s only taken half of your length in her pussy. The sight is rather lewd, Wednesday thinks. Your cock is absolutely dripping with pre-cum when you push yourself further in her

“Mierda. Más, cachorro. Tan bueno para mi.” Wednesday slips into her native tongue. You haven’t seen her like this any other time she’s… helped you out

Bringing your lips to hers again, you decide to be in control when you push your tongue into her mouth. Eyes half lidded, bangs sticking to her forehead, and hair a bit disheveled, you think she’s never been prettier.

You let Wednesday rest a bit before sinking your cock deeper into her cunt, and the Addams ends up scratching you hard enough small amounts blood start to drip down your back. The sensation takes you by surprise. Accidentally bucking your hips up further into Wednesday, the girl lets out a groan as she fully takes your length in her pussy.

Placing her on the bed, you notice a tiny bulge in her stomach. You decide to be bold. Pressing your thumb against the intrusion, you hear a sound you’ve never heard before

Wednesday whimpers at your touch.

You do it again.

Her cunt squeezes around your cock, making it harder for you to keep thrusting. But you’re a wolf in heat and Wednesday is incredibly horny, so you continue your movements.

“Sh-She’ll never- she’ll never be as good as you, Wens…” An unexpected growl comes from deep within your throat

“No one can take my cock as good as you…” You’re thrusting considerably faster when Wednesday looks back down at where you two meet. The scenario folding out is a sight for sore eyes, the Addams thinks. You, feeding into your primal urges like it’s an unstoppable beast; and Wednesday willingly taking it in however she can.

“Cara mia.”

“Mine… mine all mine. No one else but mine…” You whimper a little pathetically, but the girl below you is only focused on your thrusts. Her cold hands find their way to your back again, leaving a trail of blood behind

“Yours, puppy. All yours.” Wednesday feeds into your possessive behavior. She knows she shouldn’t, but with you thoughts of reason leave her head and are replaced with thoughts of you

“Were you serious about the knotting, Wens?”

“Deathly.”

“Are you- mph~ sure? It’s kinda big…” The girl under you looks down again, and your ever growing knot seems to just be getting bigger and bigger. Even horny out of your mind, you still wanted to make sure your mate was alright.

…you decide to ignore that thought.

Your eyes were trained on how your erection stretched out Wednesday. Her pussy would be yours, and yours alone. Nobody would make her feel as good as you did. You’d make sure she wouldn’t need anyone else’s cock but yours.

A breathy moan erupts from your throat when you start to actively try to push your knot into Wednesday

“Relax for me Wens, it’ll never go in unless you want it too” You feel her tensed under your touch, but your words are enough for her to relax

Every thrust you get closer, until you eventually start to reach your peak. You can tell Wednesday is too. Her hair is messy and both of your bodies are littered with marks of possession.

“I-I’m so close Wens…” Are the last words you say before succeeding in pushing your knot into the Addams girl. You cum inside of Wednesday’s pussy, and the swell of your knot inside her is enough for Wednesday to cum impaled on your cock. The feeling of being full is an experience Wednesday wished she did with you far sooner.

You wiggle your hips to seemingly get more comfortable inside of Wednesday, but the movement only makes her moan. She was sensitive as hell.

“…was that enough proof I like you more than I like her?”

“More than enough, (Y/n).”

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday (2022) #jenna marie ortega #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #wednesday x y/n

[wazzuppy]

i'll be honest i dont think i could care less about star wars as a whole, i just usually dont like sci fi in general, especially space themed ones for some reason, but my moms been watching through a bunch of star wars things lately and i sat down to watch star wars rebels w her (since its like one of the only not-movie star wars things im sort of familiar with) and im liking it a lot so far :) its fun

#i immediately became attached to everyone i love this family and their weird dog (zeb and/or chopper) #they are very silly and very cute <3 #we're only like five episodes in but i wanna keep watching later #it just gives off good vibes #i like that its pretty episodic so far #and mama is with me to explain anything i get confused abt #bc i barely retained any information from watching the movies a few years back #literally we have the prequels on dvd and ive never seen them #tara says stuff #this show came out when i was like?? 8??? i think??? #i remember watching one or two episodes on disney xd when i was little #thats probably part of the reason im more comfortable with this than a lot of other stuff from the franchise

[archeo-starwars]

You wouldn't happen to have an extensive layout dissection of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant? Or even a list of all notable and obscure sections of the Jedi Temple? OR or even labelled areas that are public and reserved for only temple residents. Both from canon and legends, please and thank you!!!

The best I managed to find comes from Star Wars Complete Locations - you may check out the whole archived version here. The “zoom in” option is pretty good for reading details. Below the pages (I suppose the best is to open them in new tab for better reading):

As for the list of locations, I recommend wookiepedia's list. Plenty of data, both for Legends and New Canon.

Additional sources worth to check out:

Jedi Temple Locations & Jedi Temple History - both published as official material on star wars.com in regard to prequels and New Canon sources. Pictures and references to various places inside Temple.

Star Wars.com's The Clone Wars episode guide + videoclips from the series, like

A) Jedi Archives Tour (the entrance to one of the most restricted areas of the temple: The Holocron Vault).

B) Layout of Jedi Temple Library (source)

C) Jedi Temple funeral room + environment illustration by Tara Rueping (source)

Old Data Bank for Jedi Temple

HoloNews mentioning "a mob of 20 university students attempted to infiltrate the Jedi Temple" and "managing to get as far as the Second Atrium Lobby"

Star Wars Battlefront (2) game wiki provides some map and location description

and if you have time (and patience) you can watch gameplay from 501st Legion's mission in Jedi Temple for reference, like this one

The wookiepedia's articles should give enough good idea of the rooms, their location and functions, but I'm adding a few source pages:

STAR WARS: FACT FILES #36 provides a lot informations what and where was inside the Temple and some general data about visitors, security, Grand Balcony, Grand Corridor & Towers. Not all is super specific, but worth checking out for sure.

The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia mentions this:

and for Jedi Temple entry:

As for the named locations that are public or reserved for only temple residents, there is definitely a division like that, however I'm not sure if this issue was very well explained. The source gives us some ideas, like for example, Jedi Archives have data accessible only for Jedi with rank of Master or higher (thus most likely separated areas to study). At the same time, Fact Files #25 says that Jedi Archives offers an "excellent resources to researchers, including star-map hologram consoles", but also an access to entire scientific and historical knowledge of the Republic

so non-Jedi were allowed to use Jedi Library/Archives for their own research and work-related needs. We also must remember that the Jedi Order had various scientific branches, including archaeology, exploring unknown regions, and medicine, so logically thinking Jedi worked with other, non-Jedi specialists of many fields.

We also know from various sources, that politicians and important guests were invited for various occasions. We could see in Republic comics series that Bail Organa, Mon Mothma and senator Ask Aak were allowed to listen to Jedi reporting before High Council about his last battle

or attending Jedi Funeral like Duchess Satine and Padme Amidala did for the (fake) Obi-Wan's one or just visiting as a friend/comrade-in-arm

I would need to make more research about this issue as there is plenty tie-in material to Jedi Temple on Coruscant that would take a lot time to study, but at this moment, I think the best is assume how far a non-Jedi may walk into Temple will depend greatly who is that person and what is nature of their business with Jedi.

At the same time, Purge: Seconds to Die has this line "Clone Troopers? This deep in the Temple? Not permitted."

The Jedi was in Archives herself, so it is worth to take into account that clones could have more limited access to Temple than the average guest before war did. At the same time, clone troopers could make a report before Yoda and Mace Windu/High Council, as was presented by Star Wars Tales (Honor Bound):

so it is not like they were outright forbidden to enter the temple either.

Hope it will help!

#star wars #jedi temple #jedi culture #my replies #I'm pretty sure Star Wars Miniatures too had some maps for playing inside Jedi Temple #but sadly couldn't get any good images

[spiderluvbot]

𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧   ─── ​🇪​​🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​ ​🇱​​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇾​.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, smut.

pairing(s): spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader.

words: 2.2k

warnings: mdni, unprotected p in v (don't do that), cockwarming, mentions of blood, descriptive wounds.

author's note: based on this request.

it took me a long time to post this since it's the first smut i write and i have no idea if it's good or not but it tried my best, i surprisingly like the first part. i have a sort of prequel in mind so if anyone would like that let me know.

You could still remember the first time you helped Ethan, you had just come back from work when you got welcomed by the sight of your window broken and a trail of blood going down the wall. At the time you hadn't known it was him and expected the worst, after all, new york wasn't the safest of places. That day not only had you given your favorite superhero a concussion, you had also found out he happened to be the boy Tara had been trying to set you up with.

There wasn't much you could do at the time considering that he was passed out and you only had some rubbing alcohol and like three band-aids, but in his moments of lucidness he wouldn't let you take him to a hospital, so you made do with what you had and proceeded to buy a first aid kit the day after, just in case. By the third month of your relationship this had become usual, you spent many nights convincing your boyfriend to come to you so he wouldn't die of blood loss on someone's rooftop (or infect his wounds due to not properly taking care of them). You had even taken a course, making your friends confused as to why you were suddenly worried about knowing everything there was to know about nursing.

Now, a year after finding out his secret, it had become almost a ritual for him to visit you after a night of patrolling. Your window stayed open like every other night, the cool spring breeze coming through as you waited for him and tried not to think about the fact that he was two hours late. Your eyes kept glancing from your homework to the time displayed on your computer screen and you wondered if your little tradition would be broken today.

Dropping your pencil, you sigh and grab your phone. The leg you were mindlessly dangling seconds ago now bouncing rapidly while you questioned if you should call him, finally deciding against it because you know he won't pick up if he's patrolling, that he never takes his phone with him.

Looking outside only makes you more anxious, the sky is too dark and the lights do little to no help in illuminating the streets. Your hand stretches towards the bed and you grab his jacket —the one he complains you keep stealing but always happens to 'forget' in your house— and put it on while you make your way to the fire escape.

The sight isn't much better once you're out, if you look down you can see that the street is almost empty, only a few people wandering about.

It feels like another hour passes with you waiting for him and your fear of what could have happened gets bigger and bigger by the minute, until you feel like it will eat you from the inside.

But no sign of Ethan.

You hear the sound first, and despite your eyes getting teary you tell yourself that it could be anything, anyone, else. A few police cars appear from around the corner, followed closely by two ambulances. The loud sirens make your head pound, and the lights are blurry through your tears. It feels like a bad dream, like one of those nightmares where you're falling and wake up before you hit the ground but the impact still follows you, or like those moments when you miss a step and those few seconds of uncertainty create a void deep in you guts that swallows you hole.

Your steps resonate as you make your way back inside and pick up your phone once again and dial his number, hoping that this time he decided to listen to you and carry his phone with him, or that he picks up and tells you he forgot to visit you because he was too tired and went back home, or that at least Chad is there to tell you if he knows anything.

"You need to start locking your windows." His voice sounds different, less laid back than usual, and the brief calmness that it brings to you immediately dissipates once you turn around.

There are three large gashes on his right shoulder and another one on his chest, you can see the skin on his side turning a purplish black from where a part of his suit has been ripped off and the smell of smoke and something acrid reaches your nose the second the wind picks up again. His face isn't much better, he has a busted lip, one of his cheekbones has a deep cut and the other looks even worse than his side, there's blood staining his hair and you're pretty sure his nose is broken.

He limps to the bed and you silently enter the bathroom to get the supplies you need to help him. At this point, you don't ask what happened, you know if you do you won't get more than a 'you don't wanna know'. He keeps telling you that the less you know the safer you are, and even if you don't agree you don't say anything, the way he doesn't say anything and allows you to take care of him when he would rather go home and not keep you awake at three am every time he's hurt.

Ethan is trying to take the suit off when you come back, the fabric peels off of his body like a second skin and leaves behind dirt and blood. With the top half gone you can see the smell from before came from a burned patch of his back.

The routine follows as usual. He sits against the headboard, firm hands on your hips pull you onto his lap and you asses the damage, soft hands grazing him as lightly as the wind does and stopping once in a while to push his hair out of his face. And then, you get to work.

You take care of the bigger wounds first, thankfully he has already started healing so there is no need to stitch him. You check for broken ribs and after making sure they healed completely you move on to his face. He doesn't let you do much, you disinfect the cuts just like you always do and in the meantime, he dries your tears and sneaks a few kisses from you.

Getting up, you take his hand and pull him back to the bathroom, he takes his time cleaning himself while you get rid of the dirty cotton swabs laying around and change the sheets, and then when he gets out you both get into some clean pajamas before you make him sit again so you can put some pain reliever on his back.

He looks pensive, his eyes focused on the calm back and forth of the curtains as his back tenses at the cold wet feeling against his skin.

"You really do need to start locking your windows."

"Oh, but then I wouldn't get any special visits from my favorite superhero."

Your voices are quiet, only heard in the tiny bubble of the space you share as you try to lighten the mood.

"I'm your favorite?" He grins, starting to feel the stress of the night leave him. "You know, you don't have to do this, it'll heal in the morning."

"I know," You step in between his legs and start applying the cream to his side, which is already turning a mix between yellow and green. "But I like to help."

You turn the lights off once you're done and join him in the bed where both of you get ready to sleep. He pulls you to his chest and your eyes focus on the scar already starting to form there, his deep breaths lulling you to sleep as your finger traces small hearts around it.

You're almost asleep when the sensation of cold fingers caressing your waist sends shivers running down your spine, almost feeling like a ghost touch in your tired state. Your heavy eyelids stop you from properly looking at the hand, but you can feel it rising, slowly making its way under your top. Your lips start leaving a few lazy kisses on his jaw as he turns to lie on top of you and gets comfortable between your legs, his body weighing you down and his lips chasing yours, only separating for him to take your shirt off.

His hands grope your chest as he makes his way down, the contrast between the cold wind and the warmth of his mouth wrapping around your nipple sends shivers down your spine as his fingers pinch the other one. You can feel him getting hard against your inner thigh, his hips starting to move while his free hand toys with the elastic of your pants, teasing until your desperate hips lift from the bed to meet his and the sighs leaving you turn into whimpers.

"I've never been more grateful for super healing" You roll your eyes and let out a small giggle as he smiles before crashing his lips against yours, his mouth catching the moan that leaves you when his hand goes past your pants. His fingers tease your folds, caressing through the wet fabric of your underwear while he mouths at your throat, sucking and grazing before the flat of his tongue soothes the sensitive skin. Your knuckles turn white as you grasp the sheets and press yourself harder to him in a poor attempt to gain more friction.

Ethan decides to have mercy on you and quickly removes the rest of your clothes, his own following immediately after. Your hands push on his chest, forcing the two of you to switch places, and his fingers dig into your waist forcing you to grind your core against him.

His big brown eyes are hazed with lust, barely making you out through the dark and only focusing once you hold his face in your hands and offer him a sweet smile, catching the way you seem to shine with the moonlight. You lean down and kiss him hard, teeth clashing until you bite his lip and he welcomes your tongue as it explores his mouth.

Your hand travels down his chest and you can feel him shudder as you stroke him, his hips twitching forward once run your thumb over his tip. He stops your hand from moving, groaning as he sits and pulls you closer, guiding himself to enter you. The burn of the stretch makes you moan against his ear and his arms surround you as he waits for you to get used to him and presses open-mouthed kisses on your throat to distract you.

Slowly, you start grinding your hips against him, and the light vibration of his hums against your skin makes you clench his length. Your arms loop around his neck, the side of your head pressing to the top of his own, your hands caressing his hair while he continues to leave marks on your neck.

It's not long before his grip gets stronger, nails digging into you as he quickens the pace of your hips rolling against his, thrusting upwards and bitting down your shoulder in a poor attempt to quiet the desperate groans leaving his mouth. Your head falls back as a high-pitched gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of his thumb circling your clit at a fast pace, the knot in your stomach getting tighter by the second.

Ethan looks up at you and the moonlight allows you to see how his dilated warm brow eyes stare timidly at you, always worried and shy, no matter how many times the two of you have been together. He tries not to close his eyes as he becomes a whimpering mess underneath you, pulling you closer to him until he can press his forehead against yours, a loud moan getting lost in the space in between as he finally comes.

You can feel him twitch inside of you, the warmth of his cum mixed with his thumb pressing harder finally pushing you over the edge. He softly rolls your hips as you ride out your orgasms, his ragged breaths mixing with your own as he shuts his eyes, chest heaving as he places the pillows against the headboard and lies down. You stop him from pulling out and lazily lay down on his chest, leaving small kisses wherever you can reach.

His hands travel back and forth through your back, stopping once in a while to comb his fingers through your hair. He leaves soft kisses on the crown of your head, smiling at how you try to muffle your laughs by pressing your face to his chest.

"I love you."

The slight sliver of sunshine creates a small halo around your head as you lift yourself to look at him and your small, tender hands hold his jaw while your fingers roam his face, grazing the places where hours ago cuts and bruises faced you.

You give him a small, tired smile and lean down, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you too."

The two of you spend the rest of the morning in bed, watching the sun rise as you whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears, and then falling asleep as the rest of the city wakes up.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #spiderman!ethan landry #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #spiderman au #💌 #ethan.txt

[gothicknightz]

i got you | ethan landry

notes: feeling a bit off today so i might not be able to update the bloodlines / family ties prequel fic so here's slightly tipsy reader and dork ethan

It was the twins' birthday today, and the lot of them decided to go all out.

Like, all out.

Sam had rented some small party center a block or two away from Blackmore, and if you squinted close enough, you could see the water from there.

But the only thing more dangerous than a party full of collective teenagers were drunk teenagers not even yet the age of 21.

So when she, Chad, Mindy, and Tara all posed for photos in the massive photo booth, the four of them were a mess.

She had a top hat and a fake mustache on, held bridal style in Chad's arms as they ran out, with him spinning her around as Sam got a video.

The same wasn't said for her boyfriend, which, despite knowing the group for a length of time, still held a shy persona.

“Landry!” Chad called out, walking over to his roommate with his girlfriend in his hands, “You should come pick up your girlfriend! 'S said she misses you!”

Ethan gave an awkward smile as Chad placed (y/n) is his arms, “But I'm still here,” He muttered, before walking off to a quieter place that split off from the loud party ambiance.

“Eth...” She mumbled, looking up at him as her head rested on his lap; she looked deeply into each little detail of his facial features: the little wrinkles he get around his eyes when he'd smile, the way his nose would scrunch up a little while doing calculus homework.

“You still love me, right?”

The question had caught him off guard, as it was usually him asking her stupid questions about video game trivia randomly.

“Of course,” He said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, “Why wouldn't I?”

She had started getting teary eyed as she sat up, resting her head on his chest; his hand instinctively going to stroke her hair.

“Because in Woodsboro,” She began, watching as Mindy and Chad were doing chicken fights with Anika and Tara, “I went a whole five months believing Amber had loved me.”

The tears started coming down as she fiddled with her sweater sleeve, “Five months, and I thought we had it all. We were gonna become film students after graduation.” She tried wiping away at her tears, but they kept on coming, “Five whole months of believing her bullshit just for her to kill my best friend."

“That was Wes, right?” He asked, trying to wipe away her tears as they fell, holding her close.

“She didn't even care if I would survive her fucking ‘act three.’” She took a deep breath in, trying to prevent any more sobs to escape her, “I thought she loved me- and what if Ghostface comes back?”

(y/n) sounded extremely scared, like she had had enough of last year's killings that she couldn't handle another.

“What if he comes back and is successful this time? I don't wanna lose my friends, I don't wanna lose you.”

“You won't lose me.” Ethan had said, placing her cheek in his hand, “You're not going to lose me. I'll stop that Casper shit bag before he gets to you.”

“You will?”

“Promise. I've got you.”

(ahhhh this was kinda shit but ohhhh if reader had known)

#ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #scream #scream vi #scream 6 #scream imagine #jack champions #jack champion #mason gooding #jasmin savoy brown #jenna ortega #melissa barrera #devyn nekoda #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #anika kayoko #ghostface x reader #ghostface #ghostface imagines #ghostface imagine #ghostface smut

[indianaterrors221]

You probably taste like Pop Rocks

has got to be my new favorite line from a Buffy novel.

I LOVE TARA

#books #novels #the bewitching hour #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs novel #tara maclay #a tara prequel #halloween blog #horror blog #thriller blog

[vitzi9]

I'll be patient, just for you.

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Prequel of Patience is the key to sucess.

TW/CW: breaking in, voyeurism, ghostface

I feel like this is weird? Or cliché ? I can't tell but I don't really like it. (8/07/2023) (1678)

Ethan has always been a lonely man. Even in his own family, he wasn't loved. His father was talking about his lost son every hour of the damn day, his sister was too. Both of them had spent years trying to find the perfect revenge plan. It was the only thing in their mind. Their plan still wasn't finished yet and for the moment all he had to do was befriending some dumbs students for him to get closer to.

It was a long and boring process. Playing the embarrassed nerd every second, faking being insecure and everything. It was boring. Deadly so.

But it wasn't that much of a waste of time since it's then and there that he discovered his passion; killing and frightening people. In pair with lying. He always think: how many times can I lie to someone before they see it ? How big can my lie be and still pass ? It was his hobby now. The adrenaline he felt while taking the life of someone was exhilarating. He was Ghostface, now. It was beautiful !

So he joined a college and started to blend in. To others, he was the shy dorky nerd without friends, too stupid to hurt a fly. And it was perfect. Ethan was smart, incredibly so. And he was competitive. He was a genius and no one could challenge him, he was the first of every one of his classes. And if someone dared surpass him, he would get angry, really angry.

And no one was suspecting him, too ! Chad just wanted for him to get into a relationship, Tara, Anika and Sam weren't paying too much attention to him, sure Mindy found him weird but that was all.

His cover was perfect.

One day, paying attention to the lesson. He doesn't notice how his pen fell on the ground. Nor when you grabbed it for him. He felt someone tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, he's face to face with you.

You were plain, somewhat of a background character. You didnt't look like you'd be fun to play with, like you'd just cry if he'd chase after you. So he didn't really paid attention to you. Staying in his role, he smiles and thanks you. You smile back.

He didn't even know your name, in fact, he didn't know the name of the majority of people in the class. There were too much persons in this big room. He never noticed you, until now. Why were you seated beside him ? And when did you sit here ? One quick look at the room gave him the answer; there wasn't enough sits.

Chad nudges his side, Ethan moans from the pain. His roomate gives him a pointed look, smiling slyly. Ethan just shrugs. He was terribly annoying, not even funny. If he had any choice in the revenge plan of his father, this dumb guy would be his first victim. Seriously, his name is Chad ? What the hell ?

Ethan glances back at you briefly when he sees a pins on your pencil case; on it, the head of the puppet from the movies Saw. He was intrigued. He liked horror movie as well, and challenge even more. Saw could be really trash for some people, with physical and psychological horror. At first, it was just a game for him really.

He wanted to see how much time he needed to scare you off.

How much time he needed to make you cry, shake and beg for your life. He wanted to speedrun ruining you.

For that, he needed some material. Ethan was a theater kid at heart. He liked to make things dramatics. He grabbed a rope and a black spraypaint. That's all he needed for now. He went to the cash register and gave his 5 dollars note. The cashier told him thirty cents were missing. He was going to bargain, even going to break his character if he needed to, but someone was quicker.

One coin of twenty and one of ten had been put on the counter next to his hand. Surprised, he follows the arm that laid it until he sees the owner of it. You. You smiled at him politly. You, who was the reason he was buying this in the first place. You were nothing like the you from school. You were even pretty. He couldn't even proceed the information but he just stuttered something, a thanks maybe, he can't even remember. But he left with his articles, head low and cheeks red.

Two days later, (the time he needed for him to understand the reaction he had at the store), he was ready. He would follow you at school, for the sole reason he wanted to scare you, of course. He'd write threats to the sit you usually sit on. But you always brush them off, thinking it was just some aweful joke from another student. Even if he wrote your name on it, you wouldn't budge.

He hang up a doll to the ceiling once, to get a reaction out of you. Didn't work either. He tried a lot more things before he realized he had stepped down the creepyness. His creepy jokes were similar to one a kid do. The more he wanted to scare you, the less he was doing. But he was doing it on purpose.

He knew he was doing it on purpose, the pictures of you on his phone were giving him away. Pictures of you in your room, changing clothes, sleeping, walking. Everything. But everyone do that, right ?Every man his age had a crush, after all. But Ethan never had one. He didn't have a normal life after all, nor a normal family. So it's not surprising.

Is that what men feel ? Surely, yes. He couldn't, and wouldnt anyway, ask his dad on the matter. He soon realized it wasn't normal to obsess over someone this way. But at this point it was too late. He killed people, he could deepen in the uncontroversially. A Polaroid of you talking to you friend was well hidden in his nightstand. Your friend's face was crossed out.

This picture was his favourite because he got to be so so close to you that day he thought that wasn't real. You weren't even smiling on the picture, your friend was probably telling you sad things but he didn't care. He spent countless night staring at this picture.

He craved something else. He didn't know what exactly but the more he was looking at you, the prettier you were becoming. And you were nice to him too. Well, the two only times both of you talked, you were incredibly nice to him. And he discovered you had similar center of interest ! You had scary books in your room, you listened to artists he liked, or learnt to like, and like him you hadn't a lot of friends !

But there was that thing, you weren't scared. But on another side, Ethan is not sure he wants to see you just scared now. He wasn't satisfied anymore.

No, his need was stronger now. He wanted to scare you, but mostly detroy you. It was something really simple in his mind. Something quick to understand but hard to plan. Human is gregarious. Human needs to be in a group or in a pair, it's a fact. But what if an human is left alone ? Then, he'll seek refuge with someone else. Even if it's not truthful. Even if it's a fake relation, because human need compagny. It give them a sense of safety.

And that now, was more terryfing that any stupid movie. Because Ethan was controlling everything in this plan. Because he get to see you scared shitless, to see you cry and beg for you life, he get to destroy you and you'll still come back for him for comfort.

In this plan, Ethan was winning on every fronts. He had everything and you nothing.

Though, he had to control himself at some point. He couldn't act too quickly. It wasn't something you can do in a blinking of an eye. Plus, you still exerted a force on him.

That he wants it or not.

That persona he was sick of playing with his so called friends, weirdly enough, he was really getting into it when you were around. When you looked at him, even for a brief second, he was the embarrassed nerd. When you looked at someone else, he was insecure.

But he'd overcome that, eventually.

Often, you'd come to your friend's apartment and he would love these moments ! Because he could hide in the bathroom and listen to your conversation. At first, his audacity had him doubt about his plan. But your friend was so so stupid ! Since he already locked himself in the bathroom multiple times before, she was used to it by now. Just thinking that it was stuck sometimes and she wouldn't insist. Ethan was free to do what he wanted.

After that, he decided he needed more. He knew your bedroom window was giving to a little street below. And it became a habit for him to go there every night. You couldn't see him, less hear him. But he was talking to you, every time. Most of the time, he was seated on the ground, head glued to your room.

'You're so pretty' he'd whisper after a long day. 'Good night lovely' he'd say when you turn off the light. And once deep asleep, he'd enter your apartment. He already duplicated your keys; his most prized posession. He would just stare at your sleeping form. Sometimes, he'd watch the TV without sound on your couch. Wanting to create a domestic feeling in him.

But each time, once the night is over, you'd see each other at school and you would act as if you don't know him.

And he really, really hated you for it.

#ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #yandere ethan landry #ethan landry x gn reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry headcanons #yandere boy #vitzi9writings

[redlittlefoxari]

To The Ends Of Faêrun : Chapter Thirteen: On Hold

This series is book two of a fanfic I have already written called Astarion Epilogue: An Adventure in Making Life

Master List Here for Books One, and Two

*List includes a prequel that is essentially one-shots of their adventures over the fifty years after the battle at the end of the game*

Warnings: Blood, Sex, Violence, NSFW 18+, Smut

Summary: Tav has a chat with Gale about Apple not attending school for a while while asking him to come along.

As Tav walked through the portal, swirls of purples and blues caressed her skin as she was taken across the Sword Coast in a matter of seconds. It felt as if she was underwater but able to breathe. The Weave knew where to take her due to the magic channel that Gale had opened between their home in Baldur’s Gate and his in Waterdeep. Apple had traveled countless times to get to and from school, always marveling at the Weave's power. Tav smiled as she remembered the first time she, Astarion, and Apple went through the portal to drop her off into the care of Gale of Waterdeep. She was mesmerized and fell in love with magic instantly. A frown pulled her smile down as Tav remembered that Apple would not be going to school tomorrow, and instead, they would be preparing to find Mielikki. 

Gale’s office came into focus, and Tav looked around the room to see if the dusty old wizard was in his office this time of day or if he had retreated to his bed for the night. The room was an utter mess, with papers strewn across the floors and books stacked as high as they could go in multiple stacks. It was a wonder how Gale ever found anything in this place with how messy everything was. The perfect touch came in the form of a red loveseat that would have been beautiful if not for the claw marks torn up the side that Tav could see. It looked as if Tara had gotten a hold of it at some point. 

“Tav!?” Gale’s voice sounded from behind a stack of papers on the desk. The only neat pile that could be found in the room. “What are you doing here this time of night?”

Tav looked at her old friend. He looked the same as he had fifty years ago. A glamour was in place to hide what he really looked like, opting to keep a younger appearance. The only sign of aging was the pair of glasses he wore. Over the years, squinting at books in dim candlelight had taken its toll, and now it was the only thing that gave away his age. 

“Oh, you know…” Tav walked over to the loveseat and plopped down. “I just thought I would come and say hello.” 

“Astarion not enough for you anymore?” Gale took off his glasses and placed them beside his stack of papers. “I knew this would happen; he is getting up there in age.” 

“You’re one to talk.” Tav scoffed. “Astarion is an ageless vampire, and I think you are somewhere in your nineties.” She offered a smug smile. “I don’t need an old mage in the bedroom.” 

“Then tell me.” He smiled at Tav’s good-natured jabbing. “What do you need from an old mage like me then?” 

She hesitated, trying to find the right words to tell him everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. It was hard to believe that their whole life had been turned upside down in just two days. All her little girl wanted to do was help Tav. She couldn’t fault her for wanting to help her parents. What she could do was teach her what to do next time and hope she would never do anything like this again. 

Tav took a deep breath. “Apple is going to be out of school for a while.” 

“How long and what for?” Gale raised his eyebrows and looked at her like a stern principal. “Is everything alright at home?”

“Everything is fine at home as far as the three of us are concerned.” Tav gave him a withering look. “And I’m not sure for how long, probably at least five months.” 

“Five months!?” Gale stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. “What could possibly be the reason for her having to miss that much school!?” His face was starting to go red. “This is a very important time in a young wizard's life where we build our fundamentals and start building our practice.” He began pacing. “There better be a good reason and not for some silly vacation because that can wait till summer break.” 

Tav tried to hold in her laughter as Gale, the principal, took full center stage. She had never seen him so serious in all the time that she knew him. The laid-back wizard she knew took a backseat as he scolded her. 

“It’s not a vacation, Gale. It’s something quite serious, and if we fail, it can have serious repercussions on our family.” Tav stayed seated. 

“So it’s a quest?” Gale picked up his chair and took a seat facing Tav. “Well, come on out with it, now that I’ve made an ass of myself.” 

“Apple made a deal with a goddess in exchange for making it easier for me to produce a child.” Tav pursed her lips and continued. “It was my fault… I accidentally set Angharradh free and constructed the deal first, but I told her I wouldn’t agree until after talking to Astarion.” Tav bit the inside of her cheek. “Angharradh was listening in on the conversation when we had decided to say no.” She showed him her forearm tattoo. “And then she decided to use Apple as collateral  to get me to do the quest anyways by convincing her to sign in my place and making the collateral that if we tried to back out or if we failed, she gets to take Apple back to Arvandor.”

Gale sat in silence as he listened to the whole tale. “I see; well, That would be a good excuse; getting mixed up with the goddess who created all elvenkind is pretty big...” 

“Yeah…” Tav looked away. “It’s a bit of a clusterfuck.”

“That’s putting it lightly.” Gale scratched the back of his head. “You never discussed the dangers of accepting deals from strange otherworldy beings with her.” 

“She's six, Gale!” Tav looked back at him and threw up her hands. “I thought I would need to worry about teaching her what a period was before that!” 

“Fair point; sometimes I forget how young she really is.” He steepled his fingers out before him, balancing his elbows on his knees. “She is very bright, best in her class, and if I’m honest, should be placed in a higher class, but I fear that would mess with her fundamentals.”

“Are we really having a parent-teacher conference right now?” Tav gave him a deadpan look.

“No better time than the present to tell you that Apple is remarkable. She reminds me of myself when I was her age.” Gale smiled brightly. “She will be fine.”

“I have a favor to ask of you, Gale.” Tav put on her best begging face. “Is there any way you could come with us?” She placed her palms together and grimaced. “Please, I know you run a whole school, but we need you… Apple needs you.” Tav gave him a sad smile. “I need you.” 

Gale scratched his beard in thought. The anticipation ate away at Tav as he took his time thinking through his answer. She saw bits of an old man underneath the glamour, taking his time as if he were ordering breakfast or deciding what to wear. Tav leaned in to emphasize just how important it was that he didn’t take one hundred years to answer.

“I cannot, in good faith, let Apple neglect her studies and not supply her with the best wizarding teacher the Sword Coast has to offer.” Gale Moved his chair quickly back to his desk, excitement spreading across his face. “I’ll come with you.” 

“Really? You’ll leave your duties behind to go on an adventure with your old friends so that Apple doesn’t fall behind?” Tav smiled at the old Wizzard, and then suspicion set in. “That’s awfully generous of you, Gale… I’m happy that you’ll come, but I want to know the real reason why.”

Gale cleared his throat. “I have some benefactors coming to town, and I would rather not have to kiss their asses while they are here.” Gale started grabbing quills and fresh paper. “Besides, if they hear I’m off on a worldly adventure given to me by a goddess, they can’t be mad and will have to settle for the person I leave in my sted.” 

“Whatever works, I guess.” Tav watched as Gale started to squiggle lesson plans down on the fresh paper.

“We have enough professors that I’m not needed here anyway.” Gale waved a hand in the air as a book from one of the stacks flew to his open hand. “I mostly just sit in my office now anyways.” 

“Well, alright.” Tav got up from the loveseat and started making her way to the door. “We should leave by the end of the week. We’ll need to gather supplies, speak to the others, and close down the tailor shop.” Tav looked at Gale, who was barely paying attention to what she was saying. “so get what you need, and we will see you on Friday. Just come through the portal at any time.”

“I’ll see you then!” Gale didn’t look up as he waved goodbye to Tav. 

Tav gave her friend one last smile of appreciation before opening the closet door and walking through the portal back home. As her home came back into focus and she was back in Baldur’s Gate, she could hear the sounds of Astarion giving Apple a lecture in the kitchen. She followed the sound and found Apple sitting at the small table by the window, pencil in hand, as Astarion stood a few feet away from her doing something she never thought she would see him do: be strict with her. 

“If you ever make a deal with a god, goddess, fey, fairy, demon, or anything else of the sort, I will ground you until you are one hundred. Do you hear me?” Astarion looked irate as he listed off every creature that was the capital of making deals. “Also, I know you know how to read,” he continued. “So why is it that you failed to read the part of the contract you signed that stated you would be taken away from us?” 

“I don’t know.” Apple sounded tearful as she answered back. “She looked so nice I didn’t think she would do that sort of thing.” 

“That’s the point, honey,” Tav spoke up to stop the onslaught. “They look innocent so that you will trust them. Just don’t make deals with anyone, not even people you think are your friends.” 

Apple beamed as she saw Tav, the look in her eyes pleading as she looked back toward Astarion. She looked as if she had stuck her face in a pool of boiling water. The whites of her eyes were red, and so was her normally pale face. Tav’s heart broke at the sight of her daughter in such a state. 

“You’re back.” Astarion turned and walked towards her. “What did he say?”

“That he’ll come.” Tav wrapped her arms around Astarion, and he did the same. “Now we just need to find out where Shadowheart and Halsin are.” She pulled him into a tight embrace. “We need to find out where Mielikki is as soon as possible, and Halsin knows all about the forest, but it’s anyone's guess if he’s at the grove or the Last Light settlement.” 

“We have to have more sending scrolls, or we can go out and buy some.” Astarion kissed her head. “When did you tell Gale we were leaving?”

“I told him Friday.” She pulled away from him to look into his eyes. “That gives us five days to gather supplies, get her some armor.” She jabbed her thumb toward Apple. “And close down the shop.” Tav pursed her lips. “What do you think?” 

“Sounds like our fearless leader has woken up from her long rest and is ready to come out of retirement.” Astarion gave her a sad smile. “We will find Mielikki… I’m not losing her.” He moved his hands to cup her face. 

“We won’t.” Tav returned the same smile. “Not as long as I breathe, and there’s still some fight left in me.” 

He stroked her cheek with his thumb in a loving gesture, and they stared into each other's eyes, forgetting the world around them. Astarion pulled her to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on Tav’s lips that told her everything she was too afraid to say. It was tender and purposeful, but also desperate and fearful. Over the many years the two had gone on adventures together, there had never been a time where either of them was unsure of what the adventure would hold, and the stakes were never this high. Failure meant Apple would be taken away against her will and placed in the service of a goddess on a plane of existence that no mortal could reach.

“I will burn Arvandor to the ground before I let her take our child.” His eyes locked on hers as he made his vow. “Every god and goddess will die by my hands if she so much as touches her.” 

“We won’t have to worry about that because we will not fail.” She touched his forehead to hers and closed her eyes. “I would run to the ends of Faerun and slay any beast that came between the three of us.” 

The two stood in silence as they listened to the sound of their breaths, and Apple watched her parents as they held each other. It was clear she didn’t know what was truly at stake and to what extent her parents would go through to see to it that they would stay together. Either one of them was ready to sacrifice their life for the other. Or in service to protect their child, who was the ultimate symbol of the love that they shared. 

Apple got up from where she sat and made her way to Tav and Astarion. She wrapped her arms around them, squeezing them as tight as her little arms would allow. The three of them stayed in that position, holding one another and cementing their vows. Their child still did does not fully understand what was happening. 

A sizzling sound tore Tav and Astarion’s attention away from each other. On the stove sat the stew, still cooking the whole time they were dealing with everything that had happened. Astarion ran a hand through his hair and released Tav, walking over to the stove to take the pot off the heat. 

“Well then.” Astarion turned back to face Tav and Apple. “I think we all better eat something.” He gave his best-practiced smile. “We’re going to need our strength for what’s coming.” 

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They put Apple to bed in their bed, fearing that Angharradh would return and invoke more chaos. Tav and Astarion took the time to read a long story before tucking her in for the night. They both got on either side of Apple for an added wall of protection. Sitting so that their backs sat against the headboard. It felt as if their whole world had just been turned upside down. Right when they had made it their goal to start putting the work back into their relationship, introducing more of themselves back into each other's lives. 

Once Apple’s eyes fluttered shut and her breaths became softer, signaling that she had fallen asleep, Astarion and Tav let out a long, deep sigh as they tilted their heads back so they rested on the wood behind them. Tav’s hands moved to cover her face as she thought about everything that had just happened. 

“I’ve done the same thing to Apple that my own mother did to me.” Tav’s heart hurt as she whispered her admission of guilt.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” Astarion asked, speaking at the same volume as Tav. “Did you also make a deal with a goddess so that your mother could have children?” One eyebrow rose. “Because you might have left that part out in earlier conversations.” 

“No, I did not.” Tav uncovered her face. “But I’m the whole reason she felt the need to accept that deal… because I kept saying that I’m broken.”

“What does that have to do with your mother?” Astarion looked confused. “Sure, she also had problems conceiving, but that’s hardly your fault.” He took her hand. “I’m just as much to blame as to why we are having trouble. I am a vampire, after all.” He gave her a sad smile. 

“Yes, but you didn’t go around saying you were broken.” Tav squeezed his hand. “I don’t think she ever heard me say it, but she got the message all the same.” Tav let out a sigh. “When I was little, I could always hear my mother crying in her room, saying that there was something wrong with her… That she was broken.” 

“I remember you telling me when we first discovered we were pregnant with Apple… You were so frightened to tell anyone, even our friends.” Astarion rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. 

“My mother kept me hidden away like a doll for so long, telling me that I was special because she was broken and I was her little miracle.” Tav felt her heart skip a beat. “I may not have locked Apple away, but I did the same thing to her that my mother did to me… She must have heard me crying yesterday, or maybe she heard me say I was broken.” 

“No sense in worrying when she heard you or how it happened; what’s done is done, and we just need to be sure in the future that we do a better job of not saying that word. ”He reached over and grabbed her hand. “Because it’s not true.”

“It feels like it’s true.” Tav closed her eyes. “I know every elf has the same problem, but it's hard not feeling like you are broken or something is wrong with you.” She opened her eyes and looked into his. “It’s like it’s ingrained into my soul, especially after years of having sex and nothing.”

“We only just started trying a few months ago.” Astarion looked confused. 

“But we’ve been having sex for years.” Tav gave him a sad smile. “It’s not like we stopped after we had Apple. It wasn’t as much, but we still had sex at least once every two weeks.” 

“You counted?” He looked shocked. 

“Every time.”

Astarion looked like he was calculating something in his head before speaking again. “Were you taking tests this whole time?” 

“Gods, no!” Tav sprang up from her position. “A few of the ladies at the shops had said something about how after they had kids, their sex lives slowed down, and I wanted to see if that was true, which it is.” 

It wasn’t as if Tav only waited for Astarion to proposition her for sex. It was equal. The reason they had slowed down in terms of how much they did the act was Apple. With her keen vampiric hearing and magical abilities, more often than not, when they started to get in the mood, she would barge in. Catching Astarion feeding on Tav a few times and led to a conversation about asking for consent to bite someone, which usually snuffed out any burning desires either of them had in the moment.

“Having children can really kill the mood.” Astarion deflated as he looked down at Apple’s sleeping form and found that he agreed. “Does this mean we are putting our romantic endeavors on hold until we finish cleaning up this mess?”

“I don’t see how we can… be romantic when sharing a tent with Apple.” Tav shrugged.

“Fair point.” Astarion looked devastated. “I was looking forward to devouring you with all my pent-up carnal lust.” 

Tav smiled. “Then we better finish this quest as fast as possible.” She leaned into his touch. 

Astarion leaned over Apple. Tav did the same until their lips touched, meeting in the middle. They shared a tender kiss with no intentions behind it. The only thing it conveyed was the promise of what was yet to come and that there would be more in time, but that things were on hold for the time being.

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[fallenlightsif]

As a treat, I have officially posted The Rending's Prologue for all Free Members over on Patreon!

Check it out here and let me know what you think!

The Rending is a prequel novel set in the world of Fallen Lights centering around Odesus and Taras Sidorov, his Chosen. It will be released in a serial fiction style with one chapter being published on Patreon every month for all paid members.

#fallenlightsif #the rending

[buffythecomicslayer]

Would be awesome if they make a comic series of cordelia the vampire slayer

A prequel to Slayers with Cordelia's story could be so good. Giles guiding Cordelia. Anya and Tara learning magic together. Cordelia taking care of her sister. Cordelia crushing on Jesse. Snippets of Xander and Willow in the background. I mean, just a one-shot teasing all the events that led to Slayers has so much potential.

#slayers: a buffyverse story #comics #ask #cordelia chase

[triviareads]

do you have diverse modern romance recs?

Yep! I've (mostly) organized it by author:

Naima Simone: I'm obsessed with literally everything this woman writes, both Harlequin and not Harlequin. Naima writes a lot of fabulous Black heroines (and she writes great body diversity as well) and a decent amount of POC heroes as well. My favorites include . Black Tie Billionaire (Black heroine, Asian hero), Secrets Of A One Night Stand (Black heroine, Pacific Islander hero), and Trust Fund Fiancé (both the hero and heroine are Black). The best thing about Naima's books is just the uniformity in how she writes every body type as attractive and desirable and the sex is very hot. Would absolutely recommend.

Katrina Jackson: I haven't talked about Katrina enough, when she's out here doing the most for mafia romances and spy romances with diverse characters. I could happily read her novella Beautiful & Dirty over and over, but it's a prequel to the mafia series which ends with my favorite, The Don, which has a Black heroine. Katrina also wrote a spy series (The Spies Who Loved Me!) and the first in that series, Pink Slip, has a Black heroine who's lusting over her married bosses (the wife, Monica, is Latina I believe) and surprise, they're both into her too.

Angelina M. Lopez: Angelina writes excellent Latino rep. Her fictional town Freedom, Kansas, which is the setting in multiple stories, has an amazing Mexican-American community she builds on. I'd recommend After Hours on Milagro Street, which has a Mexican-American heroine, as well as her upcoming Full Moon Over Freedom, which is next in the series. The way she melds culture, magic, and romance is gorgeous. Also! Lush Money, which is set within this universe, has a Latina heroine and is very fun and worth reading.

Tara Pammi: If you want to read about Indians in India or Bollywood-centric romances, Tara is the author. I liked Claiming His Bollywood Cinderella and The Secret She Kept in Bollywood (that man is suuuch a DILF he's great).

Jadesola James: I've talked about her before (see here) but Jadesola has written a couple Harlequin Presents stories set in Africa. I'd recommend The Royal Baby He Must Claim and The Princess He Must Marry, which are about sisters who are Nigerian princesses.

Talia Hibbert: The Brown Sisters books are bangers, sexy and emotionally comforting at the same time. I'd recommend all of them: Get a Life, Chloe Brown, Take a Hint, Dani Brown, and Act Your Age, Eve Brown. I also love her novella Guarding Temptation, which has both a Black hero and heroine and Wanna Bet? which has a Black heroine and a British-Indian hero (thanks for reminding me @viscountessevie).

Wrong to Need You by Alisha Rai: The hero and heroine are in-laws (well, her husband, his brother, is dead) so the romance was very emotional and slow-burn, but the pay-off was absolutely worth it. The heroine Sadia is Pakistani-American, and the hero Jackson is of Japanese and Hawaiian ancestry. Alisha also delves pretty deep into South Asian family dynamics which hit a liiiittle too close to home, but I can't deny the accuracy.

Reel by Kennedy Ryan: This a romance between an actress and her director (both are Black) and I particularly appreciate the amount of research Kennedy Ryan put into the Harlem Renaissance, Black artists of that era (she created a fictional artist to base the movie off of), as well as their contributions to the Civil Rights movement which I think isn't discussed enough.

Sink or Swim by Tessa Bailey: See here.

From what I recall, Katee Robert did a pretty good job of body diversity without super explicitly mentioning race in her Fairytale Villains Who Fuck Wicked Villains series.

#naima simone #angelina m lopez #talia hibbert #tara pammi #jadesola james #kennedy ryan #alisha rai #tessa bailey #katee robert #contemporary romance #book recs #ask

[aperrywilliams]

We Could Try (Part 7): Holding On (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Author Masterlist / Clueless (prequel)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Valerie and Reader were kidnapped by the unsub. They need to keep strong if they want to survive. Is (Y/N)'s training enough to ensure her and Valerie's safety?

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst. Case's description. A hostage situation with blows, cuts, and blood is described—CM usual stuff. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Hi there! Another chapter is here! A lot of angst in this one. What do you think will happen with Reader and Valerie?

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When (Y/N) woke up, she immediately felt an intense pain in the back of her head. Fluttering her eyes open, she could barely see anything. It was dark and cold. She was on the floor with her back against a concrete post. Wiggling her hands, she noticed she was tied up.

Wait. Was she alone? Where is Valerie?

As a cue, (Y/N) heard a groan coming from the opposite side of the room.

"Valerie? Are you okay?"

The question could be wishful thinking, but if (Y/N) could hear a response, it was something.

“(Y/N)? I'm here. He tied me to a post. I can't free my hands," Valerie described. The sound of chains told (Y/N) they were in the same situation.

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't think so. He gave me something to pass out, though," Valerie pointed with worry.

Unfortunately (Y/N) couldn't say the same. Turpin knocked her out with the back of his gun, and (Y/N) fell to the floor. She didn't know if he drugged her, but the sour taste on her tongue made her suspect he did.

"They will know where we are, right?" Valerie questioned after some minutes of silence. That question lingered in (Y/N) 's mind.

Where were they? How much time has passed? Of the darkness surrounding them, she figured out it was night already. Probably Turpin changed location. But where?

"I guess they will," (Y/N) mumbled. But her main concern wasn't if the team could track them or not; it was if they would be on time.

Time. Something she would have to buy somehow.

-

The team gathered in the precinct with nothing. They realized Conrad wasn't the unsub, and neither was Garner. But something with them was off. The connection to the victims couldn't be a mere coincidence.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Spencer asked when he stepped into the meeting room and didn't see (Y/N) or Valerie. Green frowned.

"They haven't returned from Turpin's house," he pointed. Emily dialed (Y/N) 's number to verify her location. Nothing. Straight to voicemail. Green tried with Valerie's. Same result.

It was odd. Nobody believed (Y/N) and Valerie would enjoy spending time together, so it was only common sense that they would return as soon as possible.

Spencer was anxious, and the rest started to feel the same way. Anything could have happened. Not that (Y/N) really pushed Valerie from the car, did she?

"Could they have found something?" Emily wondered. Calling Garcia, they demanded more information about Turpin. In the meantime, Rossi, Luke, and Tara headed to Turpin's house.

When Garcia called back, things didn't enhance; quite the opposite.

"Guys. I don't know what this means, but I found something." 

The announcement told them that something was wrong.

The suspicions were confirmed when Penelope revealed details of Turpin's life that could unease anyone. The team saw all the red flags the same way (Y/N) realized she was in front of the unsub.

How could they have missed it? How could anyone have suspected Turpin before?

When Rossi called, telling neither (Y/N) nor Valerie nor Turpin were there, the alarms barreled right in their ears.

Spencer wanted to punch someone, and Green was the perfect candidate.

"How can you have a man like that consulting? Did nobody notice anything irregular about him before?!"

Green looked at Spencer in annoyance. He wouldn't take responsibility for the potential loss of an agent and a doctor during an ongoing investigation.

"The police never had reason to doubt Dr. Turpin. Neither did you until now," Green added defensively.

It may be a poor justification, but it didn't absolve the team from the blame.

"Now we are responsible?!" Spencer barked.

Before the situation could escalate, Emily intervened.

"Hey! There's no use doing what you're doing. I know it's frustrating for everyone, but our priority now is to find Agent (Y/L/N) and Dr. Smith before Turpin can harm them."

Spencer ran his hands through his hair. This was a nightmare. What were the chances of something like this happening? He just prayed that (Y/N) was okay. That also applied to Valerie. Not because there was any particular concern on Spencer's part for Valerie, but because he knew both of them: an untrained Valerie could do worse in a hostage situation, and (Y/N) would take the consequences in alas to protect her. Spencer knew (Y/N) 's work ethic was stronger than any issue she could have with someone. Valerie, in this circumstance.

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What would be Turpin's plan? (Y/N) wondered. So far, he has spent two years killing people without getting caught. And now it was clear he would be in the eye of the storm with an FBI agent and a doctor missing.

Did he think he would get rid of them and commit the perfect crime?

(Y/N) reviewed Turpin's profile. Experienced, methodical, a lot of self-confidence, constantly increasing the risk. What would be his end game? He might have been trying to get more media coverage now that the police had linked the murders. Be that as it may, the chances of getting out alive were slim. Turpin would not back down from the threat of arrest. It was more important to him to be remembered as someone who defied the authorities and was not intimidated by them. Nor was he a suicide who would end his life to avoid being arrested. The same FBI would have to kill him so that he would remain in history as one of the greatest murderers of recent times.

Creaking footsteps on a wooden staircase brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts. After hearing a switch flick, a faint light illuminated the room. That gave (Y/N) the confirmation they were indeed in a basement. Narrowing her eyes and looking to her left, she located Valerie tied up the same way she was. Both women looked at each other, trying to conceal the fear of what could happen.

Seconds later, Dr. Turpin was in front of (Y/N), a smug smile on his face.

"Agent (Y/L/N), I would like to apologize for the rudeness I used to convince you to come here," the man spoke, crouching to see if (Y/N) was indeed awake.

"I guess I didn't have many options, did I? "(Y/N) muttered, knowing that to buy time, she had to make herself an attractive target for Turpin.

It was risky anyway because just one misstep was enough, and the man could kill her in two seconds.

Turpin chuckled, standing and looking at (Y/N) with amusement.

"No. You didn't. That's true. You are a clever girl. It's a shame that I have to kill you anyway."

Intimidate. Shows superiority and control. Makes clear he has already decided your destiny, and your life is insignificant. A narcissist with a God complex. Misogynic?

(Y/N) examined all of Turpin's features in her head to find any weaknesses.

"Why?"

"Because I bet you didn't expect to come face to face with the killer you've been after for over a year," Turpin pointed, grabbing his gun from his belt and inspecting it in such detail as if he needed to be sure it was perfect for him to use it.

"That's is how you consider yourself? A killer?"

(Y/N) tried not to show much of her emotions seeing the gun in his hands. She was trained for this. She needed to stay calm.

"That's what I heard. People can't be wrong, right?"

Turpin used sarcasm to point out his difference from the rest of the world. (Y/N) noticed how his body showed annoyance and disgust.

"It depends. Maybe people judged you wrong. Myself included." (Y/N) tried to play humbled; maybe he could see in her someone to lecture. That could buy some time.

"Come on, agent (Y/L/N). I read the profile you made. I know what you're thinking. And the 'be a friend' or 'show empathy' strategy won't work with me."

He wants to show he knows about police work. Using the same terms and making clear he won't be fooled. Anticipation. He needs to anticipate.

"You read my profile? Why?"

"Curiosity. I wanted to know what kind of lies you could say about us."

(Y/N) analyzed his words: some unsubs tend to speak in a plural (we/us), others in a singular (I/me). That does not necessarily have to do with the number of people involved in the illicit. It often indicates whether the motivations are purely personal or related to a collective claim. Turpin's God complex wasn't linked only to him. It was a group he wanted to vindicate.

"So they are lies?"

"They are. You don't know nothing," Turpin huffed.

"Why you don't tell me more about it?"

The man frowned this time. He realized (Y/N) was trying to get him talking. Without warning, he hit her face with his gun butt. The blow was so strong that (Y/N) 's body landed on the ground. The chains that kept her hands tied to the pillar behind her shook, making a loud noise. Valerie, who was watching the scene in tense silence, couldn't help the shocked gasp that left her lips.

"Enough! You don't get to tell me what to do. Do you hear me?!"

(Y/N) felt dizzy and couldn't move. A whistle settled in her ear, and she could barely hear Turpin's words. She only nodded in agreement so she didn't have to endure another hit. (Y/N) knew she had pressed too soon.

Turpin hummed, satisfied with his doing: (Y/N) bleeding on the floor, and Valerie with a shocked look. After flashing a smirk at Valerie to increase her fear, he perched the gun on his belt and left the room.

Once Turpin shut the door and locked it, (Y/N) groaned from the pain. She felt the blood pouring from her mouth. 

Her bet inclined for a broken tooth.

"What were you doing? You made him mad. He could have killed you!" Valerie whisper-shouted.

"Testing probabilities," (Y/N) mumbled, recovering part of her senses.

'So, you can get an alfa-narcissistic showing non-narcissistic behavior even when he's in a natural setting in front of another alfa subject?' (Y/N) asked in disbelief. Spencer's mouth opened slowly. (Y/N) knew that was his tell of a big rant coming.

'I read an article detailing research with treatment and control groups in two settings: college students and prisoners. They chose a narcissistic alpha and put him to develop an argument with a group that mixed alphas and non-alphas. In college students - a favorable environment - empathic attitudes rose by 40% when a non-alpha pointed to the narcissist's superiority and 60% when an alpha did. In the inmates - an unfavorable environment - empathic attitudes rose 20% with non-alphas and 40% with alphas in the group,' Spencer explained as they were walking from the metro station to their apartment. (Y/N) smiled, seeing him talking with such enthusiasm.

'So if you show genuine interest in the narcissist, it is possible to appeal to them through learning,' (Y/N) concluded, and Spencer beamed.

'Exactly! You become a potential worth of their attention,' Spencer pointed out.

Still in her dizziness (Y/N) 's brain conjured that image of Spencer. Smiling and with sparkling eyes. It was the moment (Y/N) knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

"Jeez. It's like listening to Spencer talking. I don't know if that helps right now," Valerie puffed. The familiarity didn't go unnoticed.

Unbelievable how so many things happened after that day. It could be forever ago, but for (Y/N), it's still one of her favorite memories.

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JJ found Spencer in an empty office. He was pacing from one corner to another, running his hands through his hair. Looking at JJ on the threshold, Spencer's pace stopped. He knew why she was there. After the outburst with Green, Prentiss sent him to cool down. Now Emily sent JJ to check on him.

"She was right all the time. And now she could die at the hands of that same psychopath. It's not fair."

His shaky voice only added distress to the scene. Spencer felt useless, and that feeling was eating him alive.

JJ wanted, by all means, to try to say something to help him. But she knew about this job, and so did Spencer. Lying to him was not an option.

"We're doing our best, Spencer. And (Y/N) is a trained agent; she knows the risks and will try to keep Turpin at bay."

That was true. It wouldn't be the first time (Y/N) found herself in a hostage situation. Spencer knew how cold-blooded she could be, but this was different. Neither she nor he was in their best setting, especially with Valerie in the middle.

"I know. But for how long? I like to think Turpin hasn't hurt them yet, but how long? And I'm here, unable to do my job. How can I be worthy of her if I can't even keep her safe?"

Spencer knew that time was pressing, and he needed to put effort into locating (Y/N) and Valerie, but neither his body nor his mind was cooperating. The mere fear that everything was lost paralyzed him.

JJ approached and put a comforting hand on Spencer's shoulder.

"Don't say that. (Y/N) knows you would do anything for her. It's true things between you both have been weird lately, but I'm sure you can make it through."

"There are so many things I want to tell her, JJ. I just want a chance," Spencer sniffled.

"Hold on to that wish and help us, Spence. We need you to get to find her," JJ whispered encouragingly. 

She learned that if Spencer could focus, they had a better chance of getting closer to Turpin's whereabouts faster. Spencer comprehended better than anyone the profile that (Y/N) built and the evidence of the last cases.

For his part, Spencer knew that JJ was right. He was selfish in focusing on his misery when he could be doing something to help. He owed it to (Y/N).

Luke entered the office suddenly.

"Guys, Garcia is calling, and it looks like she has news."

Spencer and JJ looked at each other and got up quickly to follow Luke into the meeting room. Once with the rest of the team, Prentiss signaled to Penelope that she could report her findings.

"Okay, after very nasty research, I found something that may help. Conrad and Garner have had secret meetings with Turpin in recent months. These have been on properties tied to Conrad and Garner but through their in-laws. This means that they are not followable by their last names. Dr. Turpin has not been in any of them for more than an hour, allowing him to move quickly from different parts of the city."

"Could be (Y/N) and Valerie in one of those properties?" Rossi pressed.

"Not likely," Spencer mused. "Based on (Y/N) 's profile, he would be keen to choose a place with meaning. Conrad and Garner are only the suppliers and apprentices."

"But none of the properties tied to Turpin seems to fit. And it would be reckless to use them if he knows we already identify him," Tara argued.

"Wait a minute," Emily piped. "This guy has been moving between States. There is nothing close to a comfort zone in the geographical profile."

Spencer's eyes widened with realization.

"The trophies! That's what it is!" Spencer shouted, moving to the board where the map was.

"What? What is it, Reid?" Luke interjected.

"Turpin's signature is the marked trail on the bodies. But what he takes? None of the victims had lost items," Spencer remarked, showing the pics taken from the dumpsites.

"Then it is something that he does, not what he takes," Rossi added, following Spencer's train of thought.

"The locations. He kills them in an important location for the victims. That is what he takes: the happy places of the victims he kills. That could explain why the disposal sites were so random. The place's meaning is something only the victim could understand," Spencer ranted. The team started to put the pieces together.

Many of the dumpsites were near buildings that must have been important to the victims: the church where the first victim made her first communion, the school where the second victim met her husband, and the building where the third victim wanted to buy an apartment. And so on.

But now the team was at a new crossroads: where did Turpin take Valerie and (Y/N) when neither of them lived or had lived in New York?

What could be out there that would serve as a location in this case? They would have to think quickly about options as time was running out.

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The basement's darkness made it impossible to tell if it was day or night, but (Y/N) managed to see some light through a small crack in the wall. It was an indication that made her think it was daytime. How many hours had they been in that place? (Y/N) estimated at least two full days. She could feel the dried blood caked on her face and the bruises on her arms and feet. Nothing could be done to soothe her body's aching, so she focused on any idea of what to do to not die in that basement.

A muffled sniffle distracted (Y/N) from her thoughts. 

"We are going to die here, right?" Valerie asked, now looking in (Y/N) 's direction.

"I hope not. We need to keep calm, though. To save energy for whatever would come next." (Y/N) was sincere; it was better to be straight so Valerie could understand the situation. Even if she wasn't in law enforcement, Valerie knew a few things that could be useful in this situation.

"Why are you being considerate to me? You just could drop me under the bus with this guy. Telling him to kill me first or not talk to me at all," Valerie asked. She wasn't naive and knew the displeasure she brought to (Y/N).

"No one deserves something like this, not even you," (Y/N) pointed, contorting a bit to relax some of her muscles. Valerie chuckled bitterly. After some quiet minutes, she spoke again.

"I know I did my part in it, but he never told me why he distanced himself from you at the beginning. And I never questioned, although if I think about it, it doesn't make sense."

(Y/N) looked at her suspiciously. Was she really asking about her relationship with Spencer?

"I don't think I should be talking to you about that. Not considering what happened," (Y/N) replied curtly. Valerie nodded.

"I know. I'm the last person you would talk to about that. It's just that - I don't know. I see how he looks at you and how protective he becomes when it's about you. It's hard to think he considered not to love you at some point."

(Y/N) didn't say anything, but deep inside, she knew that questioning very well. She spent nights without sleep trying to decipher why Spencer opted to push her away. The time spent in prison was a huge stressor for Spencer, but she thought they were making progress. On those nights (Y/N) mulled the idea of not being enough for him. Valerie in the picture was like a confirmation of her fears.

Now, none of that mattered. Things might not end well for her and Valerie. (Y/N) clearly saw the irony of the situation.

As the basement door opened, (Y/N) didn't have to look to know it was Turpin and that there would be less talking and more pain this time.

"Let me tell you, I didn't expect to be in this situation yet, but I'm pretty glad. I thought the FBI was better prepared and would put the pieces together faster. But hey, here we are. Do you still think I'm an overbearing narcissist looking for recognition?"

Turpin opened a briefcase and placed various medical instruments on a rolling table as he spoke. (Y/N) kept quiet, hoping Turpin would want to brag more.

"With you, I will have to give my best. I must take care of my reputation. What do you say, agent (Y/L/N)? Are you ready to bleed a little more? Are you prepared to see how your life flashes before your eyes? Maybe I'm even doing you a favor."

(Y/N) internally debated how much emotion it would be okay to show. She didn't want to look completely hopeless, something Turpin would truly enjoy, but she also didn't want to look too calm to ignite his anger.

"Why to bother with me, Dr. Turpin? I'm nobody," (Y/N) muttered. Turpin chuckled.

"Really? Successful FBI agent with an ascending career in the Boston department? I'm sure you think you're better than anyone," Turpin mocked, waving a sharp knife in front of (Y/N)'s face.

"I could do better. I'm not as good as I seem." 

This was the move that (Y/N) could use to show interest in Turpin's teachings.

Turpin frowned and looked at (Y/N) carefully. He knew enough about psychology to be suspicious of (Y/N)'s words.

"Is that so? Won't you try to play the hero like FBI agents usually do?" Turpin asked, glancing from her to Valerie. (Y/N)'s stomach wrenched, knowing what his words implied.

"I have no advantage or guarantee in doing so. Here you are the one in charge. You set the rules, and my belonging to the FBI cannot do anything about it."

Turpin just laughed. He was going to test his theory. Grabbing his knife, he walked over to Valerie. She barely dared to breathe. Of the hours they had spent in that cellar, Turpin had hardly paid any attention to her. Now Valerie felt that she would have preferred it stayed that way. Seeing Turpin's eyes with dilated pupils and his Machiavellian smile made her quiver.

"Don't be scared, doctor Smith; you know what an experiment is. Only this time you will be the guinea pig," he announced before hitting her with his fist. Valerie cried out as she felt the blow in her face. (Y/N) cringed, seeing the blood pooling from Valerie's mouth.

"You don't need to test us. We are indeed at your mercy!" (Y/N) argued, knowing that Turpin didn't think to stop.

"Oh yeah? I know that. I'm just proving how vane your words are," he said, landing another blow at Valerie, who, this time, let her body fall to the ground, groaning in pain and begging Turpin to stop. But he didn't and kept asserting blows to Valerie, alternating with cuts in her arms and legs.

(Y/N)'s breathing quickened, and she didn't know what to do to stop him. Her instinct told (Y/N) that Turpin should turn his attention to her, though she knew what that meant. At least she felt trained to hold on a little longer, not so Valerie.

"You bastard. Why don't you try to mess with someone who doesn't be this vulnerable, uh? Fucking coward! Like all your other victims. Always choosing the weakest ones to make it easier for you, right? You wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't!" (Y/N) yelled. And that made the desired effect. Turpin stopped and turned to see (Y/N). A wicked grin on his face.

"Oh, it's that so?" He said, now approaching. (Y/N) gulped.

"Yes. Maybe I'm weak and not as good as I should, but at least not a scumb like you!"

"Shut up! Nobody calls me like that! You bitch!" Turpin barked, hitting her with his foot on her ribs. (Y/N) cried for the impact.

"Am I lying? I can't even defend myself tied up," (Y/N) mumbled, tasting the fresh blood in her mouth.

Turpin's blood was now boiling, and (Y/N) knew what was coming. He knelt, removing the chains that kept (Y/N) tied to the post. But as soon as he did that, he struck her in the ribs again, making any attempt to defend herself against him futile.

"Come on! fight back!" Turpin yelled as he landed more blows on her body. This time nothing was going to stop him, not even Valerie's screams. (Y/N)'s body felt numb, and she couldn't even say a word anymore. What little energy was left was running out, and her mind became foggy.

As if hitting her weren't enough, Turpin also inflicted cuts on various parts of her body while laughing wildly.

"If you haven't thought of it before, it's time to go to your happy place before you take your last breath," Turpin panted as he continued torturing her.

In the distance (Y/N) could hear Valerie's cries begging Turpin to have some mercy. Turpin's words also drifted away as the seconds passed.

My happy place. My happy place. (Y/N) repeated in her head while she envisioned one of her most treasured memories: the moment Spencer confessed he loved her, and she told him she felt the same.

Oh, Spencer. The love of her life. The man with whom she shared such precious time. So many things she wanted to tell him, but all signs pointed she would never have the chance. Time was running out, and her life was slipping away with every blow, cut, and stab Turpin gave her.

It was better to let herself go and stay in the happy place forever.

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