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delulujuls · 6 months

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fuck, marry, kill | lh44, gr63

hi! im sorry for not being on time but hey, no surprise to having the best ideas when its already too late. anyway please enjoy!

summary: the mercedes trio is getting ready for halloween party, lewis is being a total babygirl as always, georgie boy being unbothered king as always too

warnings: none, they are pure goofballs

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!mercdriver x george russell

George scrunched his nose, feeling the first stamp of paint on his cheek.

"I already don't like this."

Y/N rolled her eyes, putting more paint onto the sponge.

"I've just started, so please cooperate and let me work."

He squeezed his eyelids as he felt his face gradually being covered in white color. The atmosphere at the Mercedes headquarters that afternoon was very exciting, all due to preparations for the evening Halloween party.

"Is it at least vegan?" George asked again, nervously adjusting himself in his place.

Lewis sitting next to them couldn't help but laugh, tearing his gaze away from his phone.

"Give me one reason why makeup paint wouldn't be vegan" he asked.

"I have no idea, that's why I'd rather make sure."

Y/N shook her head and returned to covering his face with paint.

"And you, Lewis, do you have any ideas yet?"

She asked, glancing at the man who had been searching for inspiration for his costume for the past few minutes.

"I'd advise against anything with white paint and it's not just because it could be seen as racist."

George chimed in, trying to scratch his nose for which he immediately received a tap on the hand.

"Men in Black? The Weeknd?" the man shook his head while scrolling through Pinterest. "Everything is too simple and obvious."

"We could have some matching costumes," Russell suggested, feeling relieved as the girl put down the paint and reached for powder. "I'd feel better knowing that you guys are going through this as well."

"That's actually not a bad idea," Y/N nodded, looking at her friends. "The only question is, what kind?"

Lewis exhaled and focused on his phone again. The trio remained silent for a moment until the man showed them a photo with an potential inspiration.

"I think I have a favorite."

Y/N furrowed her brows, looking at the photo he showed. It took her a moment to decipher what the trio of girls in the picture was dressed up as.

"Fuck, Marry, Kill! Oh God, that is brilliant!"

"Let me be 'Kill' because I might as well kill myself if I have to wash this off" George said, adjusting the headband holding his hair.

"I'm fine with that" the girl assured, taking a brush, black eyeshadow and starting to paint skull elements on his face. "And what about you, Lewis?"

"I can let you have the first choice."

The man replied, resting on his hand and watching as George's makeup slowly began to take shape.

"Everyone thinks 'Fuck' when they look at you, so I guess we know the answer."

The girl said, giving him a meaningful look.

Lewis looked a little flustered, trying to cover his reaction with laughter. The three of them had been friends for almost four years, but Lewis was very easy to embarrass, even in jokes.

"You'd look good as the groom though, but I'm sure that everyone would probably point out that Y/N is being objectified for letting her being "Fuck", what about woman rights and all the other shitty nonsense," George added "PR people would have a busy evening."

"Geez Georgie boy, just say that I'm not attractive and no one would want to fuck me," Y/N interjected with feigned seriousness, struggling to hold back her laughter.

"Don't provoke me into this conversation, especially not now when I'm not at my best," he replied, trying to remain still as she painted his eyes.

Lewis returned to browsing his phone, this time with a clear idea of what he was looking for. When he found a specific photo, he hesitated for a moment about presenting his idea.

"Do you have red lipstick, Y/N?" He asked uncertainly, glancing at his friend. She nodded, not breaking her concentration. However, when he didn't expand on the topic, she looked at him.

"But what do you need red lipstick for, exactly?"

Lewis wordlessly showed her his phone with a picture where a guy was covered in red lipstick kisses. Y/N raised her eyebrows in shock, while George nodded approvingly.

"The idea is great and I truly love you, but don't count me as the one to give you those kisses,"Russell replied.

Lewis looked at Y/N, unsure if this suggestion wasn't too much and could potentially offend her in any way. However, she didn't react negatively at all; instead, she nodded and smiled enthusiastically.

"People on Twitter are gonna shit themselves."

When George's makeup was ready, the rest of the preparations went smoothly. Even getting the wedding accessories for Y/N wasn't as problematic as keeping Russell in one place with his mouth shut for more than five minutes during his make up. When the girl was ready, she took the red lipstick, which was the highlight of the program and found Lewis, who was already dressed in his dark red suit pants, perfectly matching his shirt. The man smiled at the sight of his friend, who had done a great job finding her costume at the last minute.

"How do you feel about the party?" the girl asked, opening a small mirror and painting her lips.

"I'm okay, and you?" the man replied, nervously adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.

"Me too, I must admit I like these kinds of parties."

Y/N closed the mirror and glanced at her friend, signaling him to sit down. He followed her command, getting nervous almost as if it were his first interaction with a girl ever.

"Do you have any specific idea about how to arrange these kisses, or can I improvise?"

"I trust you completely."

The girl nodded and without thinking too much just leaned toward him. Just then George entered the room, also dressed and ready to go.

"Thank goodness I found you in time," he said, closing the door behind him. "Now no one can accuse you of deliberate kisses."

"You're definitely taking this too seriously," Y/N laughed and leaned toward Lewis, pressing her lips to his cheek. The man smiled involuntarily and looked at her, slightly taken aback when she moved away and examined her work.

"One down, about twenty-nine to go," George commented, sitting in a nearby chair. "Don't fall in love with each other during this time."

Lewis sat still, even trying not to breathe too loudly. Y/N left kisses on his cheek, neck and chest like stamps. When she finished, she nodded approvingly.

"It turned out better than I thought."

"We all look awesome, but now get rid of the evidence and let's go because I'm starving."

The girl wiped her lips clean and the three of them headed to the company's party. Y/N secured seats, Lewis went for drinks and George immediately greeted the snacks. Toto holding a champagne glass took a big sip when he noticed Lewis's rather original outfit.

"I guess you're not the author of those kisses."

The man stated more than he asked, when he approached George.

"Come on, boss, I used my best lipstick for this. Huda Beauty," George said with utmost seriousness and holding three plates of snacks he returned to his friends, ready for the next adventures of the Halloween night.

#george russell x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x reader x george russell #f1 one shot #f1 oneshots #f1 imagines #lh44 #gr63 #mercedes baby

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bittersweetstargazer · 6 months

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okay yeah so I made this off of that one post by @frownyalfred about Clark not understanding that human can sense like danger bc he obviously. isn't. so anyways. there's two of them and they're both short– the 1st one is 600 words and the 2nd one is 400 words because I have other things to do with my life currently and I would probably add more to them and maybe I will in the future but this is the best it's gonna get for now (unbetaed as usual)

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Clark stood next to Bruce as Jon and Damian scurried over to the next house in the neighborhood. He chuckled as Jon tripped and almost fell, catching himself only by using his powers of flight. Damian had grabbed him by the back of his costume like scuffing a cat.

"They look so . . . happy." Clark commented, bumping his, shoulder against Bruce's. Bruce snorted, pointing at his own son.

"Damian looks like he's about to stab Jon. I'd hardly describe that as happy."

"Fortunately, he doesn't have his kryptonite sword."

"Oh, I wouldn't trust that. It looks like his sword is covered in lead. To cover what? The world can only dream."

Clark tensed, trying to look through the (supposedly fake) sword Damian brought as part of his costume, jaw dropping when he couldn't.

"You mean he—!"

"No." Bruce snorted. "He made it out of plastic but covered it in a thin layer of lead to mess with Jon."

"Why is your son making empty threats to mine?"

"Did you really expect anything else from him?"

"Like father, like son, I suppose." They both turned to each other and glared.

"Anyway," Clark huffed, "I think it would be nice if we could just have a nice, calm night of no crime-fighting together, right?"

"And with our children."

"Together. And our children, yes."

Bruce shrugged. "Sure."

Clark's left eye twitched. "Right."

They walked off to go join their children just as Damian started scolding at Jon for messing up their innocent act.

"Imbecile!" Damian hissed. "You said the wrong thing! Did you see how many pieces of candy we got? Five! Do you remember how many we got last year? Seven!"

"I'm sorry! My suit was pinching me and I couldn't focus!"

"It doesn't matter about how uncomfortable you are, you must stick to the script!"

"But I—!"

"Boys." Clark cut in. "You already have plenty of candy. And Damian, you're rich. You can buy more candy anytime."

"It's not about the stupid candy!" Damian scoffs. "Half of these aren't vegan-friendly anyways. It's about how much candy we can exploit from these suckers."

"Damian." Bruce raised an eyebrow and his son fell silent. "Although, I must say, your current strategy is quite succe—"

Bruce tensed, falling silent. It didn't escape Clark's notice when Damian also tensed as well. Hm. His earlier statement didn't seem to extend to just murderous tendencies.

"Bruce?"

Bruce shushed him. "Something's not right."

"Not right?" Clark and Jon shared a look. "Everything seems fine. How do you know? Get a report from O in your earpiece?"

Bruce shook his head, eyes looking around sharply. "Someone's watching us."

Before Clark could even begin to think of a response to that, Bruce jumped forward right as a gunshot rang out, covering Damian.

Jon screamed as Bruce grunted, a blossom of red blooming from his right bicep. Damian scowled, pulling out a sword from a hidden sheath on his body. Jon went white.

"You had that on you the entire time??" He whimpered, backing towards Clark. "Relax, dimwit. It's not made of Kryptonite."

Bruce pulled off his shirt, craning his head to inspect his wound. He hissed as the fabric brushed against the broken skin, spreading the blood further across his arm.

"We should get out of here before our mystery sniper takes another shot. We're easy pickings out here in the open."

He pressed his shirt against his arm, attempting to stifle the blood flow. Clark picked him up and tried not to brush against his gunshot wound as Bruce struggled to get back down.

"My arm is injured, not my legs."

"I still don't want to risk any side effects you might get from blood loss. I know you have a high pain tolerance but transportation would be much easier this way. Also, the faster we can get you to Alfred, the better."

Bruce sighed as he settled back into Clark's arms, lip curling as he was lifted into the air. He heard Damian start to curse in another language as Jon attempted to lift him as well.

"Language." Bruce muttered, head sliding down to meet Clark's chest. Clark simply chuckled and flew down the familiar path to Wayne Manor.

Bruce grit his teeth as Clark landed on his balcony, the familiar feeling of his neck hairs rising washing over him once more. He tried to focus back on his book, but he found it difficult with his body desperately trying to warn him about a nearby threat, which happened to not be a threat at all.

"Hey B!" Clark greeted, his smile unnaturally bright, like the sun on the earth, like warmth on a cold day. It made him shiver.

"Hello, Clark." Bruce replied simply. It was always hard to grit out more than a few words in his presence, as he constantly felt like he should turn tail and run. It was one of the reasons why he chooses to communicate with grunts rather than speaking.

Clark walked inside, plopping himself on Bruce's bed. "Busy today? There's a game tonight and Gotham is playing against Metropolis. I got some tickets, if you'd like to come? I've already asked Lois, but she's too busy following her newest Lex scoop."

"Which is?"

"She's convinced that Luthor's been ordering sex toys filled with Kryptonite as a way to avoid detection. After he was caught last press conference, he tried to play it off as a new product they were planning on branching out to, but everyone knows that—"

"That Luthor's bald head is probably the last thing you'd want to get off to? Yeah, I figured."

"Yeah. Anyways, I'm pretty sure that one she finds what she's looking for she's gonna get one for me as a 'souvenir'. God, I hope she doesn't. That would be awkward to explain."

"Mhm." Bruce hummed, placing his book face-down on the table, unable to even continue the farce of reading it.

"So, about that game? I'll pay for everything if I have to." Clark waved the tickets in front of him, trying to tempt Bruce into accepting.

"Clark, you are aware that I'm a billionaire."

"Yeah, I know." Clark huffed. "Can't I just do something nice for my friend every once in a while?"

Bruce shook his head fondly, reaching over to grab his ticket from Clark's hand, trying to ignore the spike of fear he felt while getting closer.

"B, you good?" Clark frowned at him. "I heard your heart skip a beat or two."

"Fine." Bruce waved him off. "Let's talk about the game. I can't let you sit there thinking your team is going to win while I know very well the Knights are."

"Hey!"

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oneofstarkskids · 1 month

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plus...he's adorable pt.2

part 1

notes: fluff, vegetarian!reader, college!reader

*not my gif*

you had every intention of texting the cute boy who gave you his number at the museum, but you got busy. you had four different essays due and as much as you would have loved to blow them off, you were so close to graduating.

by the time you'd found the piece of paper with his number on it in one of your college notebooks, it had been a week. surely it was too late to try and get a hold of him now. which really sucked, because he seemed like the perfect guy.

it was disappointing, but you supposed you should just let it go. maybe it wasn't the right time.

at least, that's what you thought until you smacked right into him in the park. it was after your very last class and then sun was almost completely gone.

you were just about to stop by your favorite deli and order your usual, a veggie sub sandwich, when your forehead whacked his. "shit," you hissed, bringing your hand up to your head.

"oh!" steven rubbed his own forehead with a pained expression. "i'm so sorry, i wasn't paying-" he started but paused when he realized it was you.

his mind played back the last week that he's been anxiously waiting by his phone for a call from you. steven crossed his arms as if to really stick it to you.

"now you listen here missy," he began to rant. "it's not very kind to tell someone you'll 'see them soon' and then never call. i've been sitting around my flat eating chocolates and chatting with my fish like a sad bloke."

you desperately tried not to laugh at him. he was right. you should've called, but his accent made him twice as adorable and you were having a hard time focusing.

"i'm sorry, i've just been so busy." you tried to explain.

steven shook his head. he was actually putting up a better fight than he thought he would. "i don't need your excuses. if you don't like a guy you should just tell him next time."

"but i do like you!" you said as you started to get slightly frustrated.

steven uncrossed his arms and listened to you with a bewildered expression.

you sighed, "i got distracted writing essays for my finals so that i can finally graduate next month."

steven shrugged, "alright. that's a decent excuse."

"i really did want to call you, but once i had the time i felt like it was too late," you confessed.

the two of you had finally come to understanding, so there you were. standing face to face in the middle of the park.

"i'm free now if you're hungry? unless that's a stupid idea. you're right, it was a dumb suggestion. i just thought-" he began to nervously rant again.

you giggled, "steven," you grabbed his hand to calm him down. "i'd love too."

steven smiled and wrapped his hand around yours. as the two of you began to walk, you came across a steakhouse. steven tried to be considerate of you and asked if you'd like to go in. you, of course, just nodded thinking it was what he wanted.

you were seated at a private little table outside. you looked up and down your menu desperately looking for something without meat in it. steven did the same, peeking over his menu to look at you every once in a while.

eventually you just gave up and set your menu down with a groan, "i'm sorry. it's just that, i'm a vegetarian."

steven's eyes practically lit up, "no way! i'm vegan, i just didn't want to say anything to ruin this."

you both laughed at the entire situation as a waiter walked over with a notepad, "what will the two of you be having?"

you and steven shared a look before he replied, "we'll take two slices of the vegan vanilla cheesecake."

"to go," you added.

#marvel #mcu #fanfiction #avengers #marvel fluff #fluff #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #steven with a v #steven grant #moon knight

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sinfulpanda16 · 5 months

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MHA Boys x vegetarian/vegan reader

Reader x Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari and Todoroki

How they would react to you being vegan or vegetarian

Deku

~ Super supportive

~ Has no problem giving you his fries when there's no vegan options

~ He thought it was cute when you told him he looks like the broccoli you eat 🥦

You and Midoriya walk into the small convenience store, you already having the vegan chips you want in mind. Midoriya finds the bag of chips he wants but you... they're nowhere in sight.

"Hey is everything alright?" Midoriya asks when he sees you distressed.

"I can't find the Takis. Did they seriously run out of them?" you ask all pouty. This sucks, that was the thing you were really looking forward too all day. Being vegan meant not eating just about all the chips there are.

The only vegan ones there were was Lay's but you're not in the mood for that. Midoriya smiles at you "Aww love its ok. We can look somewhere else for them and if we still can't find them than I won't eat chips today either."

The idea of your boyfriend willing to give up his snack for you makes you feel some type of way. Who does that? Your supportive boyfriend that's who. You tell him he doesn't have to do all that but he insists that its ok.

You smile "Thanks Izuku". He puts his bag of chips back in their place and grabs your hand to exit the convenience store.

You did find Takis at another store so both of snacked away when you both got home.

Bakugou

~Lowkey bullies you for it. But in a loving way.

~ Acts bothered every time you reject some of his food cuz it has dairy products but in his head he's like "Fuck I forgot!"

~ He was like "Tch pathetic" when you told him but when he sees how important being vegan is for you, he tries learning how to cook vegan recipes.

Your tummy growls you haven't eaten since breakfast. You have no idea what to cook though, last time you checked there was no vegan ingredients for you to cook something.

Your tummy growls again so you get up and get dressed to head out to buy some oat milk and a box of Life cereal. Its not much but at least you'll eat something.

You head to front door but then you hear someone scream "OI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?!" you turn around scared shitless and see Bakugou in the kitchen holding two plates of food.

What the- is that the smell of Mac and Cheese? Is that the vegan cheese you buy for yourself!? You gasp "Katsuki! Did you made vegan Mac and Cheese?!" you ask excitedly. Truth is Bakugou has been practicing making vegan Mac and Cheese, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect for you.

He clicks his tongue "Tch yes you idiot. Now come over here and eat it fore I make you eat it!" you happily oblige. This meant more than he could ever know.

You two sit down and eat. He did a good job, it was really good.

"Mmm. Katsuki you should be vegan too."

"Hell no!"

Todoroki

~Yes this man respects you and everything you do

~ You're probably the first vegetarian he's ever met

~ When you told him he was taken aback a bit but immediately showed his support

You remember your first date with him. It was a surprise dinner at his place. You hadn't told him you were vegetarian cuz it just never came up. So when he set that stake he put hard work into in front of you, you were nervous to tell him.

He didn't notice anything. He takes some of his own stake and says "Here love." wanting to feed it to you but you go 🙊. He's confused, was there something wrong with the stake?

"What's wrong my love?" he asks a bit worried.

You sigh and fiddle with your fingers. "Shoto I'm really sorry for not telling you but...I'm vegetarian." you say not looking at him. You feel really bad that the stake he made is going to waste.

"Oh. You're vegetarian."

"Yeah."

"That means you don't eat meat right?"

"Yes."

"So what do you eat?"

Boy. You eat everything but meat lol 😭. Its ok baby was just too sheltered. You explain to him and when you're done he gets up and takes the two plates of stake away. You protest he can still eat his but he insists its ok. He wants to enjoy his cooking together.

So that night you guys made some delicious Soba Noodle Salad and enjoyed it together.

Kaminari

~ He's all cool with it. It doesn't matter to him

~He does forget a lot though.

~Like when he offers you some of his pepperoni pizza and then 10 seconds later, he's like "*Gaps* Sparks I'm so sorry I forgot!" 😭

Ever since you two began dating you guys have been hanging out together 24/7. (He's clingy as hell that's why) You guys study together, train together, and eat lunch together.

You have told him you're vegetarian, you have, but he's so goofy he forgets a lot. Its lunch time and you and him walk to the cafeteria together. You guys order your guys food and go sit at a table.

Listen, normally it would be Kaminari who would enjoy his non-vegetarian food. UA doesn't have that many vegetarian options so you would be the one watching him eat all like "Mm mm mm! 😋Sparks this is amazing try some... Wait... OMG I'm so sorry I forgot!" You're never bothered though as long as he eats something and is happy, you don't mind it.

Today though was the complete opposite though. There were some bomb vegetarian options and few meat options. So finally, you were going to enjoy something good! You're eating away and because it's been a long time since you were able to enjoy the school's food you were like, "MMMM! This is so good!!" and then you see Kaminari looking at you like😐.

"I'm sorry" you say a bit embarrassed.

He laughs and says "Aww, hey its ok. You never get to enjoy anything when we eat so go ahead" and smiles at you. You smile back and take some of your pasta and feed it to him. He eats it and says, "Holy shit this is good!" You both laughed and had a good lunch.

Kirishima

~ He respects and supports you being vegan.

~ No like actually hats off to you, he doesn't know how you do it.

~ He's the cutest carnivore there is so when he accepted the challenge of being vegan for a week he almost died.

He comes back from the gym, and he does not feel good. He felt like he was lacking in the gym recently and he thinks it's because he hasn't eaten meat. He's gets even more disappointed when he remembers he can't drink his protein milk! Fuck he felt like his world has stopped. Even though it's only been 5 hours.

You come out to greet him.

"Hi Kiri!" you say as you hug him.

"Hey baby" he says hugging you back.

You look up at him "Kiri I made lunch. Its vegan nuggets do you want some?" WTF vegan nuggets! Yes, the closest thing to meat ofc! He felt like he was saved, you guys go to the kitchen and sit down to eat. When he bites into his nugget he is met with disappointment. He tries not to show it though because he doesn't want to disappoint you, but you noticed immediately. "Kiri, are you ok?"

He tries to reassure you that he's fine but you don't let it go, so he gives in. He sighs "Baby, I'm sorry but these vegan nuggets are not it" he says pouting a bit. He really wanted to enjoy eating this with you but it's just not the same as meat. You giggle and tell him "Its ok. You can eat meat if you want. I don't care if you quit the challenge." Kiri looks at you. No, he's not going to quit the challenge he wants to make you proud. So, he goes on with the challenge.

The whole week was so stressful. Learning to read the ingredients to a snack and being disappointed he saw it contained dairy products was super annoying. He would drink his protein with water which he absolutely despised, but it was all good when you told him he can drink it with soy/oat milk. The memes he saw of people hating on vegans didn't help. Especially when the guys would eat meat in front of him and be so disrespectful about it 😭.

Then the week was over. You couldn't have been prouder of him. The moment he was free he ate all the burgers he wanted. As he should. Don't worry though, he gave you all his fries so both of you had a yummy meal.

#izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #shouto todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #mha x reader #mha deku #bnha #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou x y/n

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iridescentpull · 10 months

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Letter from Anthony to Ian (August 24, 2017)

**NOTE: There might be a few spelling mistakes so I apologize! This is a transcript of Anthony's letter put together for your reading!**

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Ian,

Hello old time friend. I have a lot to say to you that has remained unsaid for many years.

First, I want to thank you for being such a great friend to me in my very fragile teenage years. I came from a broken home with very little money and no means to explore the world outside of suburban Carmichael. You introduced me to your loving family, who welcomed me and loved me with open arms. They helped me travel and showed me a way of life that I hadn't been exposed to. You personally were supportive and overall were a very good friend to me who I felt could share anything with.

I'm not sure why, but something changed. I feel our best friendship ended around 2009, and a resentment started growing between us. I started feeling a judgment in the tone of your voice. A sense of hostility in your actions. Did I do something that upset you? Did I treat you poorly? Did I make you feel insignificant- downplay the importance you had in our company and imply you were not as responsible for our success as me?

I know I struggle with many things, and I'm so sorry if i ever put you through emotional turmoil in order to fulfill my own quota of self-importance. I always wanted everything I made to be just that- something I "made" with your help. I considered smosh to be something you only tagged along for, and I'm deeply sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn't deserve as much credit as me. You may not have done some of the heavy lifting I did in the early days, but definitely encouraged us to keep going and you kept things light and full of laughs as we did it. We accomplished so much and I am now just realizing how important you were in making that happen.

I have so many things I have treated that I regret and so many things I wish I could apologize to you for doing- I really wish you would give me a chance to speak with you. There are also so many things I wish you would explain to me.

Why have you consistently made me feel ashamed to be myself in front of you for so many years? The time I asked you what you thought about my shoes when we were seventeen and you told me you thought they were hideous- and I could tell you only said it to hurt my feelings. The time you talked shit behind my back on facebook to the girl we were friends with that I introduced you to. The amount of things you said behind my back to our high school friends about me and my relationship. The snide remarks you made about me being vegan. The times you made me feel stupid for making any content whatsoever that was not directly smosh-related. The snide remarks about anything I made that put my true emotions out there for the world. I just wished you were better at communicating.

I know I'm not any better but i feel like i tried with you. I tried to break out of my comfort zone and talk about things that made me feel uncomfortable. When we were in New York for our "Ghostmates" tour we got drinks and I opened up about how embarrassed I was that my previous relationship was so obviously bad to the outside world and how naive I was to think I would actually marry someone like that. I was vulnerable and breaking down all my walls in hopes you'd return the favor. But nothing. The conversation was once again one-sided.

Am I just horrible to open up to you? Have I made you feel uncomfortable to open up around me? Have I made you feel all the ways you've made me feel? Are the ways you treat me nothing but an echo of how I treat you? Am I the one at fault here? Did I create a problem that went way further than the point of no return? Is this all because of me?

PERHAPS.

But I don't think there is a point of no return for friendships as deep as ours was. I am reaching out to you as an ex-best friend. I want to talk about things and lay them all out there so we can possibly mend things. And if we don't become friends again, at least we can say we tried. But why avoid trying all together?

What are you afraid of? I know I've been callous in the past, but please give me a chance. I've changed and I'm now a more understanding person. All I ask for you is for you to stop being a fucking asshole. Just kidding. I had to say it. I just want you to treat me with respect again.

After everything I've observed in the past few years, I'm starting to truly believe you may not be a good person anymore. Do I even want to know the bitter, grumpy, vengeful person you've become? Is it better that I keep my distance to ensure I don't get even more hurt by you in the future?

I feel like you've become the bully. You are so upset by so many things but you keep it all to yourself. No one knows what's really going on inside your head, but you take the easiest route and put a fake smile on and walk around like you have a life to envy, but deep down inside you're hurting. There's more going on than you even know, All things that slowly come bubbling up to the surface through your skin, they boil under the surface and fester until they finally burst with a shitty loaded comment or a passive aggressive outburst.

I feel like I haven't known the real you for so many years. Does anyone know the real you?

Do you know the real you?

#smosh #ianthony #ian hecox #anthony padilla #☀️🔎#screaming crying throwing myself against a wall

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writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink · 29 days

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So I had this very funny thought also I accidentally deleted this the first time around 😭😭😭 incredibly sad about that

You can read this as a romantic pairing or a strictly platonic pairing

A/N: Also this is more based on young justice beast boy because I feel like he's better written in young justice and that's what I've watched most recently

Beast boy x reader

So imagine you and beast boy are hanging out with your two cats at your place, your cats aren't exactly fond of him but you don't think they hate him either considering he constantly brings them cat treats and toys honestly with him around they're absolutely the most spoiled cats on earth... Your cats are used to you being clumsy and making loud noises so one day your a bit surprised to find that your long time partner Garfield isn't as chill as your cats are about the noise...

As your preparing lunch for the two of you, you forget about the pot that's near your elbow and as you turn to move the pot goes crashing to the ground your cats just stare at you judging but suddenly you hear hissing you turn expecting it to be your two cats fighting over a mouse that one of them had caught but no you see this third very green cat hissing at you and the pan wildly fur puffed out and spitting at you... For a moment you just blink and stare because we'll this is a new development you knew he could transform into any animal he wants but you didn't quite expect this... So you go over to the cabinet with the calming cat treats that are made with hemp witch is safe for cats and you assume cat adjacent people you gently go down to his level and sit on the floor like you've done for the strays outside your apartment complex and your own cats when they've been startled or upset by something. You gently start making hushing sounds saying it's okay as you start to break up the treats and placing them in front of the green kitty he slowly begins to sniff at them while growling at you, your by no means offended by this, this isn't the first nor will it be the last time an animal has growled at you.. you watch as he sniffs and begins eating the treats you've laid on the floor and you take that opportunity to scoot a bit closer while whispering reassurances and slowly hold out your hand in front of him with the treats he eats those out of your hand and it honestly tickles you reach out and begin to start stroking beast boys fur. Surprisingly it's silky soft as you begin to pat him you look into his eyes and see some of his awareness has returned after a while of you holding and patting him all the whole telling your own cats no and to leave him be sternly he suddenly changes back to his usual self...

He looks absolutely embarrassed and can barely look you in the eye without turning a bit red ..

"uhhh sorry about that my hearing is super sensitive", he says a bit bashfully...

You can only smile at him and say "honestly its not the first time I've dealt with a very startled and disgruntled cat nor will it be my last", you can't help but giggle a little at that last part but you gently place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze while also handing him some cat treats to give to your cats that are now growling at him ... You bend down to pick up the pot that was dropped and place it back on the counter while listening to beast boy gently saying words of apologies to the cats as he promises them that next time he comes over hell bring them a bunch of cat toys to make up for his turning into a cat and eating there treats witch he mumbles the last bit...

Suddenly

"WAIT WERE THOSE TREATS EVEN VEGAN", is all you hear from the other room as a blur goes past you to the cat treat cabinet and at this point you can't help but laugh ...

A/N: throughout this I was picturing the scene from lion king where a young Simba starts hissing and spitting but isn't threatening at all also I do not own the art above it just felt fitting to add

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA if I don't want to move in with someone because I don't want to go vegan?

(Sorry if this is a mess, I've been having a hard time getting my thoughts together)

My partner (20nb) and I (21nb) just moved into a new apartment, which is $500 more a month than our last place. It's a nice enough spot, and this is actually quite cheap for the building, but cost of living is very expensive in my city. We haven't been able to settle very well into the place because the landlord seems pretty uptight and has lots of particular rules, and the landlords daughter lives with us.

Some close friends (26nb, 28nb) of ours have offered to let us move in with them, they're renting a house near us. They're both vegan, and the younger one, I'll call them Sam for simplicity (fake name), is pretty adamant that there's no animal product in the house. So if we moved in, my partner and I would have to go vegan, which my partner says they would be fine with. I absolutely respect that they don't want that in their kitchen, it's their house after all, but I feel like this would be an issue for me.

I'm autistic and with my EDS, ADHD, and bad work schedule, I really struggle to feed myself. I rely on a lot of little no-prep snacks and safe foods to ensure my blood sugar doesn't drop, but almost all of them aren't vegan. Sam loves to cook and has offered to make food for me to keep me fed, but they also have a full-time day job. I feel like this won't be feasible long-term, and I would hate to rely on someone so heavily.

My main concern is that we end up living with them for long enough, but then I build an intolerance to animal products, so when we move back out I'll be stuck not able to eat most things. (Also the sensory issues with food is a big concern, but when isn't it.)

The reason I feel like I could be TA is that money is tight. Collectively, my partner and I owe just under $7000. That would take me 4 months to make, if I spent literally $0 from now until then. My partner makes less than me. If we moved in with our friends, the rent would be weighted, and we'd pay less than half the rent we pay now since they both make significantly more than both of us, combined.

Am I being selfish and holding us back from saving a lot of money, just because I'm afraid to go vegan?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lilbitdepressed27 · 9 months

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Tara Carpenter/Fem!reader

Summary: instead of it Tara being in the opening scenes in Scream it was you

Warnings: angst but happy ending

WC: 6.6k

Authors note: (Y/mn) means your moms name also not proofread so sorry for any mistakes. hope you enjoy:)

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"You said you'd come."

"Babe I'm sorry but Amber said she needs me."

"Amber? Seriously? You've spent all week with her already."

"Y/n please, not this again. I just wanna spend time with my best friend."

You could hear the tone of annoyance in her voice. You felt the lump in your throat get just a bit tighter at the thought of your own girlfriend not wanting to spend time with you. What could you have done to her, for her to not want to spend time with you. For her to treat you like an after thought.

"What about spending time with your girlfriend? When was the last time we spent time together? It's always Amber this, Amber that and Amber needs me." The tears staring to build as you tired to keep your emotions in check.

"Amber says you're being controlling. That you don't want me to spend time with her because you just want me for yourself. And I don't know maybe she's right. Cause all you do is complain about amber."

Complain? Controlling? All you wanted was some time with your girlfriend. But it seemed like she didn't want the same thing.

"You know what Tara, do what ever you want. If that's what you really think of me, we shouldn't be dating then."

"What? No wai-"

You hung up and tossed your phone on the couch as tears spilled down your cheeks. The screen of the phone breaking when it bounced off the couch and on to the floor. Sliding under the couch. Not knowing that Tara was trying to reach you already. You couldn't believe that you just broke up with the girl of your dreams. She may have been yours. But were you hers?

You wiped your tears as you turned off the stove. You had planned to make dinner for you and Tara. Seeing as she was a vegetarian you had bought a book of recipes filled with vegan food. You had planned to surprise her. You tossed the book on the kitchen counter. You moved to go upstairs when the house phone rang.

The only reason there was a landline in the house was cause of your mom. She had always preferred using that phone instead of her iPhone to call her sisters in her home country. You looked at the phone number that was calling and saw that it was a random number. With the sigh you picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Well who are you trying to reach?" You already regretted answering the phone. The voice you didn't recognize but you've seen the Stab movies. Well one of them and you hated it. The dude was obviously using a voice changer. It wasn't rare to have someone do these type of prank calls. You did live in Woodsboro after all. There were plenty of kids who did these types of calls.

"Well it depends. Is this Y/n?"

"Who's asking?"

"The person that's going to gut you open like a fish."

"Go fuck yourself."

You pulled the phone away from you and ended the call. Kids were so stupid and immature. You made your way towards the security system making sure it was armed, just in case. Once you were satisfied, you looked at the cameras surrounding your home. There were a total of 13 cameras. Four in front of the house two at the front of the door entry three in the back yard and two on each side of the house. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary you turned and continued making your towards the stairs. But froze when you heard the alarm system disarm.

You reached for the tablet that controlled the system and armed it again. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when it happened again. You armed it again, only for it to disarm again. jumping in fright when the house phone rang. Without looking you answered.

"Hello."

"Tell me Y/n, do you think I made it in to your house before you could arm it again."

Feeling the the fear course through your body was chilling. You looked back up at the cameras. Focusing on the screen only for the fear in you to grow when you realized that the frames were on a loop. Your heart thumbed fast in your chest. You moved quickly towards your moms office. Knowing she kept a hand gun in her safe. She had taught you how to properly use one.

Turning the corner towards the hall that lead to your moms office you came to a horrifying halt. Your eyes widening, seeing the familiar black costume and white ghost mask at the end of the hall.

He tilted his head as he stood there just looking at you in a sinister way. It felt like he was staring at you for hours. But once he moved, you turned and ran as fast as you could towards the stairs. You had to get your phone or the house phone.

Taking a sharp turn towards the kitchen when you realized your phone and house phone were in the kitchen. Hoping to reach either of the phones. Yet when you were only inches away a arm wrapped around your neck. The knife coming down to your stomach. The scream ripping through your lips, hoping it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He then roughly pushed you down. Pain shooting through leg before you even heard the snap. You tried to fight. Using anything to get him off you.

But you felt every time the knife was brought down. The agony that followed. The cries of pain that you'd let out. Wishing someone would save you. Wishing that the alarm system knew something was wrong and had alerted the cops. You felt your self be turned over. Your arm shooting up hoping to block the knife coming down towards you. Only for it to go straight through your left palm. Sobbing out in pain when the knife kept on going down.

It was only when your breathing was becoming weaker when you realized that ghostface stopped. He was just staring at you. Waiting for you to take your last breath. With the little strength you had, you raised your uninjured hand. Your fingers gripping the chin of the mask and then pulling it down.

Your eyes widen in shock and confusion at who was under the mask. The familiar light brown eyes looking down at you with so much anger, cruel satisfaction and a sinister smirk.

"Y-you b—bitch."

The red and blue light appeared from distance and Amber watched as you took your final breath. They way you chocked on your blood, the way your chest stuttered in trying to fill your lungs with air. The way your body went limp as your head went to the side. Your eyes staying open. She stood up and put her mask back on before she left running through the back door as the cop cars grew closer to the house.

Not realizing that you still had a heartbeat.

Tara had spent a good two minutes trying to call your phone. But every call had gone straight to voicemail. Yes she had realized that she was spending most of her time with Amber, she just really thought Amber needed her. But you were always at soccer practice after school and sometimes it ran late. She'd get lonely in the house by herself. So in the mean time she would spend it with Amber. Her best friend. Chad had told her many times that Amber had a crush on her. But she never paid him any attention cause Amber was her best friend. Amber was also just affectionate. Something you didn't like. But she loves you, she only has eyes for you.

She knew how much you and Amber hated each other. Well it was more Amber hating on you and you never giving her the time of day. There was never a moment where you to would be together and wouldn't be arguing. Tara had noticed that you would always try to be civil but Amber was known for pushing buttons. It was jus who she was. She had tried to talk to Amber but that's when she brought up how you were just being controlling. And Tara foolishly had listened to Amber.

But the second the words left her mouth she had regretted it. She stayed with her words stuck in her throat as she heard you break up with her.

"What? W-wait. Y/n? Hello? Fuck!"

She texted Amber telling her that she wouldn't be able to go to her house. She gathered her things like her purse, phone and her inhaler before grabbing her keys. Without a second thought she left her house and headed to yours.

In car your house was ten minutes away. She saw the flashing blue and red lights before she saw your house. Cop cars surrounding your house, her car coming to screeching a halt. She saw the yellow tape blocking off the road to your house. She jumped out of the car barely remembering to put it in park.

"You can't be here kid."

"No get off me. Is Y/n okay? Y/N?!" The officer held Tara back making her swing and try to get the officer to let her go.

"It's okay let her through." Sheriff Hicks ordered as she walked towards them. She watched as the frantic short brunette searched disparately for you.

When she had gotten the call that there was a silent alarm being triggered at you house she high tailed to it. Your mom being her best friend she had promised to look out for you while Y/mn was away on a business trip. Judy was the first to arrive at your house, seeing nothing wrong as she walked towards the front of the door. She knocked but go no response. She had called out to you but got no response. So she used the spare key Y/mn gave her. Drawing her gun when she saw the mess the house was in. There had been obvious signs of a struggle. With her heart beat in her throat she continued following the mess, clearing every corner and room as she went. She’ll never forget the sight you were in when she found you. She had remembered the grief she felt when she saw your unblinking eyes and the way your chest didn’t move.

"I'm sorry Tara."

The dread that Tara felt before turned into anguish. She felt her lungs closing in on her when she took in the look of pure pity and sadness on the sheriff's face. She felt her knees cave in at what that look could mean.

"No. No! Please no."

"She was found unresponsive. Multiple stab wounds to the body, a broken leg. Tara there's a big possibility that she won't make it. I'm sorry."

The wail the brunette let out was enough to break everyone's heart. Sheriff Hicks stood there not knowing how to comfort her sons friend. She knew first hand how you and Tara were with each other. Anyone with eyes knew how in love you both were. Her eyes widen when she saw Tara's face turning blue. The way the young girl clutched her chest trying to get air in her lungs.

The last thing Tara remembered was wishing she could take back the last words she said to you.

"Where's Tara?"

"Did you not hear? Y/n was found unresponsive in her house. They're saying it was a break in and that she tried to fight them off." Liv spoke from her spot on the bench. Directing her attention to Amber.

"Oh I didn't know." Amber said as she leaned back in her seat, her expression changing in to one of false sorrow.

"Yea right, it was ghostface. Her neighbors said they saw a hooded figure in a white mask running away from her back door." Mindy argued with her brothers girlfriend. She wanted to be in the hospital with her best friends but her mother had forced her and her brother to go to school.

"Even if it was ghostface. He doesn't know that Y/n pulled through. They were able to jump start her heart when on the way to the hospital, apparently one of the paramedics said they felt a weak pulse. They were able to keep her going while they rushed her to hospital." Wes said as he got off his phone with his mom.

"What?" Amber's eyes widen at the new information.

"Yea she pulled through the surgery, I mean she lost a lot of blood so the doctors put her in Medical induced coma. Tara had a serious asthma attack when she arrived at Y/n's house last night. She's actually awake now but she's in shock. I'm going to the hospital are you guys coming." Wes stood up from gathering his things. He wanted to make sure tara was alright But he also really wanted to see you. You were his best friend. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you.

His friends followed him to his car and they all piled in heading to the hospital.

Medical induced coma. She had to finish the job before you woke up. This time she'll make sure you never saw the light of day again.

By the time Tara woke Sam had already arrived at the hospital. When she heard from Wes that you had been attacked and that Tara had a serious asthma attack. She did not hesitate to get in her car get back to Woodsboro. Her boyfriend Richie had accompanied her, not wanting her to go alone.

"Sam?"

At the sight of her pale sister her eyes red and puffy from crying. She moved quickly wrapping her arms around her younger sister. Her heart breaking at the cries her sister let out.

"She's gone." Tara cried into Sam's chest.

"Hey no, they haven't told you, Y/n is alive. She had weak heart beat when they found her. She pulled through."

Tara didn't give a verbal response before she shot out of bed. Disconnecting her self from the machines. Her friends watched knowing very well that they wouldn't be able to stop her.

"Tara you have to rest. Y/n will be there whe-No Amber I have to see her now. Sam take me to her." Tara demanded. With a sigh Sam nodded and got the wheel chair that was in the room.

Tara covered her mouth when she saw you. You're mouth and nose were covered with an oxygen mask. Bandages covered most of your torso, your left leg was in a boot, your left hand was also covered in a thick bandage.

"Sam." The pure anguish was slowly tuning into guilt when she remembered the last conversation she had with you.

"She'll be fine Tara. I promise."

"I should have been there Sam. I was supposed to be there with her. But I blew her off. I called her controlling, all she wanted was to spend time with me and I called her controlling. I was going to her house to apologize but I didn't make it on time. It's my fau-No. Don't. Who ever attacked her is at fault. Don't blame yourself, you and I both know that Y/n wouldn't want that."

"Why would someone do this? I mean Y/n literally gets along with everyone." Tara mumbled to herself. She had wheeled herself to be right next to your bed. Taking your uninjured hand in hers. Giving it a soft squeeze, hoping that you'd be able to feel it. But you remained motionless.

"Tara I have to tell you something."

Tara had sat by herself in your hospital room. She had kicked her sister out of the room, not being able to see her at the moment. Even though she didn't want to, a part of her blamed Sam for the attacked. The thought crossed her mind but she knew deeply that it wasn't Sam's fault. But as she looked at your battered body, she couldn't help but to feel angry.

Who could have done this?

Was Ghostface really back?

But why you? Why attack you?

She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Gripping your hand as she cried softly into it. What would have happened if she was there with you? There were so many different scenarios playing in her head. She wondered if you had tired to go for your mothers gun. She knew Ms.Y/ln kept one in her safe. She had begged your mom to also teach her as well. With you begging as well, your mom caved.

She leaned back in her seat, she hadn't spoken to her sister since she was told the truth. It was almost dark and her phone had died an hour ago. There were two cops outside of your room, which made her feel a bit safe, since the killer was still out there. She been staying in your room all day, only leaving the room to use the restroom that was across the hall. She had sat at the chair next to your bed, barely eating the food Mindy and Chad had brought her. She sat and held your hand for what felt like hours. She had rested her head on the side of your bed, her hand in yours. She was dozing off when she felt something, Her snapped up when she felt your hand give hers a squeeze.

"Y/n? I'm right baby. I'm right here."

Another squeeze was what she got in response. Tara couldn't help the teary laugh she let out. "If you can hear me, I love you so much baby." She could see how your eyeballs moved behind your eye lids, but they wouldn't open. She would give just about anything to see your eyes again.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake up, okay?" She whispered into your ear, she lightly kissed your temple. She closed her eyes, when she leaned down to lay her head on the bed. This time dozing off, with the hope that you'd wake up soon.

A loud crash from outside the room is what startled her awake. She shot up, her back aching from the position she had slept in. Looking at the door that was open, she registered that the halls were quiet, too quiet. She stood up, letting your hand go and gently putting your hand back to your side. Covering you in the blankets, she knew how cold your hands would get when you slept it was the same with your feet. Which is why the leg that was okay was covered in your favorite socks.

She walked towards the door sticking her head out, seeing the deserted hallway. She stepped out standing only a few inches from the door, looking both ways hoping to see at least a nurse or two.

"Hello?"

Glancing back at your resting form. She walked away from your room towards the reception desk. Her feet coming to sudden halt, at the sight of one of the police officers that was supposed to be protecting you. She also saw the body of the lady that helped her find the room you were in. One of your nurses that was trying to keep her hopes up. Her breathing was becoming short, the familiar tightens of her chest, the whizzing. Staggering backwards towards the room you were in. She fumbled with her inhaler, her shaky hands doing little to help. She closed the door to your room and locked it. Pushing the chair under the handle. Jumping in fright when bangs from the other side of the door were heard.

Tripping over her own feet as she moved backwards, the back side crashing into your bed, your heart monitor was the only thing that brought her back. She looked at you, taking you in. Ghostface was back, and he was most likely back to finish the job. Tara straighten up, her fist clenching the anger she felt before returning. She'd fight teeth and nails to protect you.

She looked around the room hoping to find something to protect you and herself with. Seeing the small oxygen in tanks she picked it up and hid. The door giving in a second after she hid.

Ghostface came into the room with only one goal in mind and that was to kill you. She titled her head as she watched you. All the wires and tube connected to you. You must have tried really hard to live. Only to die.

Tara watched as this ghostface, that could only be few inches taller than her. She took a deep breath and came out of her hiding spot slowly and quietly. Swinging the tank as hard as she could. With the force, she lost her balance only for a second. She had hit ghostface, she felt the contact. But he had dodged it, but not completely. The tank had made contact with his shoulder causing him to drop, his knife skidding to the corner of the room.

Tara recovered quickly. Trying to hit him again but he had moved on time. Tara didn't let up. She had given her all. Tying her best to make sure ghostface didn't try to get his knife or anywhere near you. She acted fast, kicking, punching, hitting him with the oxygen tank. Even though she got good hits in. He had recovered and thrown a few of his own, causing her to fall back hard. With the hit she received her focus became hazy but when she saw him get up and go for his knife, her hands shot out to grab his feet. Making him fall. She stood up, going for the folded walker that was resting next to the wall. Both of her hands gripping it as she hit him with it. She heard his grunts of pain. But eventually her worst enemies was her own lungs. She tried to push through, but she felt the familiar tightens in her chest. She moved backwards, fumbling with her inhaler, she took quick few puffs from her inhaler as he stood up. She just needed to keep calm. She couldn't protect you if she went to a panic and had a asthma attack.

"I'll kill her and I'll make you watch before I kill you."

"Tara?!"

She felt the small sense of relief at the sound of her sisters voice, followed by few other voices. That way ghostface would be out numbered.

Ghostface stood there. She knew she had to kill you. But how would she do that with Tara here. Answer was easy. Kill her to. But before she could, she heard the older Carpenter siblings voice. She took the chance of escaping when, Tara slightly glanced away from her. Taking the opportunity of picking up her knife and sprinting out of there. Shoulder checking Tara, making her crash into the wall.

Then Tara heard gunshots, causing her to flinch hard and scramble up to her feet. She got the oxygen tank again, ready to defend you. The hurried footsteps coming her way. She lifted the tank ready to hit whoever came into the room.

"Tara?! Tara are you in there?"

Shoulders dropping and the tank falling to the floor, she steeped out to see her sister.

Sam felt relief was over her at the sight of her younger sister. Sam rushed forward wrapping her arms around Tara. Tara's face had been bloody. The bloody nose and busted lip, Sam could also see some bruises forming on her younger sisters face.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I was so scared." Tara's eyes filled with tears, her eyes drifted where you laid. The heart rate was still normal. Her thoughts drifted to what could have happened if she wasn’t here with you. Ghostface would have killed you. The thought of not having you here with her. Made her sob even more.

They both jumped in fright when they heard someone behind them. Both of them turning around only to see Dewy and Richie, Dewey was helping Richie into the room. Sam moved to help her boyfriend.

"I called the cops. They're on their way. I have to go back at shoot him in the head."

"What no Dewey. You can't we'll just wait here for backup to arrive." Sam argued with the older man.

"I'm sorry Sam but I've made this mistake before, and I'm not doing it again. Stay in here and lock the door, oh it's broken. Uh okay block the door with something." He looked at the girl that was reading on the hospital bed. He heard the news on her attack. How she barely survived. He also knew that ghostface was back to finish the job. They couldn't leave her here alone. Not with that deranged fucker here.

"Just stay in here. I'll be right back." He closed the door, ignoring Sam's pleas to stay. Running after ghostface, he seen him take she stairs trying to escape.

When your mom arrived at the hospital you were at, she demanded to have you moved to a different hospital. She gotten in a few minutes after the attack in hospital. She had gotten the first flight back home when she heard that her baby had been attacked. When she saw the state you were in, she had cried her eyes out. The doctors said it wasn't safe to move you, but your mom also knew that keeping you here with that killer still on loose wasn't safe either.

Tara wanted to go with you but there wasn't enough room in the helicopter. She had leaned down to kiss the top of your head. "I'll meet you there okay baby. We'll only be a few minutes behind. Okay? I love you."

They were getting ready to take you up the helicopter. She took your hand into hers. Gently holding it as she waited for the very last second until she had to let you go. She gasped at the sudden feeling of your finger moving. She looked down at your hand and your index finger was moving along the back of her hand. She realized that you were spelling out a name.

Tara looked back at your face to see your eyebrows furrowed but your eye lids stayed closed. "I don't understand baby. What are you trying to say?"

But your face stayed the same, your finger no longer moving. Your eye brows no longer furrowed as your mind went under once again. The little energy you found vanishing.

"Ber? What the hell does that mean?"

After taking detour, to Amber's house to get Tara's spare inhaler. She had one at your house but since it was still tapped off she couldn't go to your house.

She had gone upstairs with Amber while Sam and Richie stayed downstairs clearing the party going on in the memory of Wes. Wes was your best friend and she didn't know how you'd react to the news. You're going to be devastated when you wake up. She followed Amber into her room.

Tara didn't notice how close Amber had gotten as she looked for her inhaler. While she was looking for her inhaler she saw something that made her question something 'BER'. Now she would have never guessed this. But then she remembered the feeling of your index finger on the back of her hand.

Amber.

Her eyes widen at realization. You had subconsciously told her who had tried kill you. Not once but twice. She felt three emotions at this very second. Fear. Betrayal.

Anger.

So much anger.

Someone had tried to kill you. Her y/n. The person she's deeply in love with. That someone was her own best friend. All memories of how Amber interacted with you came flashing in her mind. All times Amber would be cold towards you. All the times Amber had been close to fighting you. All the times you've told her about Amber just being weird, all those times Tara never listened.

Her hand shot out to grab the stapler on the desk, turning around hitting Amber in the face with it. Amber hadn't seen it coming but when she recovered, Tara saw the change in her eyes. The look of a killer and not her best friend. Tara reacted quickly throwing the stapler at Amber's face.

Over taken by her anger she let her fists fly. How dare she hurt you. Amber was someone she trusted, someone she considered family. For her to almost take you away permanently from her, it made her blood boil.

Amber had not expected for Tara to attack her before she got the chance to knock her out. The blows she was getting to her face hurt. She reached for the same stapler that had hit her in the face. Swing it to Tara's face. Pushing her off as she swung again.

Tara had no control over her body as she collapsed to the floor. Her vision faltering as she looked at the girl she once considered a best friend.

"Y/n put up a better fight."

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The noise of a slightly elevated heart rate was heard through out the room. There was something down your throat that was not allowing you to breath. That's when the panic settled in. Your eyes snapping open in a panic. You could feel yourself gagging on what felt like tube. Barely taking in that someone was next to you, they were slowly pulling the tube out. You gasped in the air you so desperately needed.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse stood in front of you. She was shining her light into your eyes. Your eyes shutting cause of how bright it was.

You opened your mouth to respond but it felt too dry. You tried to remember what happened but came up blank.

"Here there ice chips." She spoke in a somewhat loud but gentle voice. She put them in your mouth, the ice had never felt so refreshing. "Now how are you feeling?"

"Sore." You could barely talk, your voice cracking from not using it in so long.

"That's normal, can you tell me your full name and age sweetie?"

"Y/n Y/mn Y/ln uh I'm 18."

She nodded she gave you another ice chip. You wanted to look around but your body was too sore for it to allow you.

"Do you know where you're at?"

"...the hospital."

"Can you remember why?"

You looked up at the ceiling trying to remember what happened. It didn't take long for the memories to come flooding in.

The argument with Tara. The break up with Tara. Your eyes filling with tears. Then you remembered the phone call. The alarm system. Ghost face. Just as memories came crashing in, so did the pain. But you remembered clearly who was behind the mask.

Amber.

Your teary eyes widening. You tried to get up, but you have never felt so weak. "I—I need to tell them it was amber. I have to-" Warm small hands cupping your cheeks brought you out of the state of panic. Your eyes connected to the dark brown eyes you love so much.

"It's okay we're all alright. Hey, you're okay." Tara's eyes filled with tears of happiness. You were finally awake. It had been a week since the murders of Woodsboro 2022. A week since she heard your voice. A week since she looked into your eyes. She smiled through the tears her hands still cupping your cheeks. Her fingers softly creasing your cheeks.

You took tara in. A part of you was surprised to see her in the room. She stood back after you calmed down, realizing that she wasn't the only one in the room. Your mom was right behind Tara, Sam, Chad and Mindy were in the corner of the room. The more you looked around you realized that Wes wasn't in the room.

"Where's Wes?"

"Y/n let's focus on you okay. I'm going to go over your injuries and how they're doing. You have a total of eight stab wound, all which are healing wonderfully. Your leg on the hand well take longer to heel. I'm sure you have a lot of questions and I'm here to answer as much as I can. If I can't the doctor will be in here shortly." The nurse explained to you.

"Where's Wes?"

The nurse looked away from you towards your family. Your mom looked at you with tears in her eyes. She was happy you were okay but Judy had been her best friend. Same like you and Wes. Hearing that Judy died trying to save her son had been heart wrenching. Since Judy had no other family she had taken care of all the funeral costs for Judy and Wes. She had the service and funeral. She knew how much Judy hated when a persons body was kept in morgue for long. So she knew she had to plan the funeral as quickly as she could. Being buried right next to Wes, her son had always been her pride and joy. Y/mn knew you'd want to be there but she wasn't going to let Judy and Wes wait in that cold freezer a day longer.

"Sweetheart...Wes and Judy are gone."

The noise of the heart monitor was heard picking up. Everyone watched as you broke down and cried for your best friend and his mom who had been like a second mother to you. They watched as you cried, watched as Y/mn moved to hold you as the nurses gave to sedative.

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Two weeks passed since you woke up. Three weeks passed since the murders. You had been discharged from the hospital. Your mom had moved you and the gang living in her country home. Far away from Woodsboro. It was a big house that could fit everyone. It was until you all left for college in New York. That was still months away.

They told you what had happened while you were unconscious. Amber and Sam's crazy boyfriend had planned to bring her back to town and kill her. How Amber was the one to kill Wes and Judy. How the old Sheriff Dwight Riley was trying to help Sam but got killed, by Amber. How Tara, Sam and her boyfriend had planned to follow you and your mom but had to go to Amber's house for Tara's spare inhaler. Sam was the one to tell you how Tara was the one to kill Amber. Shot her in the two times in body and then in the head.

Tara had killed Amber.

The first thing you did when you left the hospital was ask your mom to take you see Wes and Judy. She agreed knowing very well you had to say goodbye. It was just you and your mom. Your mom had said that almost snuck into the car but you personally requested for it to be just your mom. You love Tara, you do. You were also glad to see she was alright.

But she trusted Amber over you. The person she claimed she loves.

"I know what you'd say if you were here, I can practically hear your voice. 'Hear her out you dumbass. Give her a chance to explain.' Mama Judy would most definitely would have slapped you upside the head for cursing." You chuckled slightly your uninjured hand moving the leafs from their tombstones. You were sat on the grass your mom not far from you.

She still cried when she'd see their tombstones.

Looking down at your hands. Your hand was still bandaged up but not as much as it was before. It hurt from time to time. "I'll talk to her when I get home. I love you buddy. Love you to mama Judy."

"Okay sweetheart we're home and I want you talk to that poor girl. I can't say I understand you sweetie but what I do know is Tara spent every day by your side. Even when she knew you didn't want to talk to her. She'd stay outside of your room waiting. Sam had to practically drag her out of the trunk where she was hiding. I don't think she knows I saw them. She's been mopping around in your room." Y/mn had parked outside her house, they had just arrived and she could already see the movement behind the front curtains.

"I'll talk to her mom. I promise."

Y/mn got out of the car opening the trunk to get out the wheel chair. She had a ramp installed when the doctors told her that you'd be able to go home soon. She helped you out of the car on to the wheel chair, she heard the front door open. She moved to stand behind you as your friends came out of the house.

"Hey buddy. Good to have you home." Chad smiled down at you. You returned the smile. Your friends nodded in agreement all showing how happy they were that you were home. You looked at Tara who shyly smiled at you hesitant to show too much emotion. But you could always read her. Like your an open book. You're favorite book.

Your mom rolled you inside the house. Chad went on and on about how he bought some new games on your ps5 so you wouldn't get bored and how you'd have fun playing the new Hogwarts game.

"Can, can I actually talk to Tara. Please. Alone. If that's okay with you." You asked everyone but your eyes stayed on Tara. She looked you, her eyes filled what looked like fear, sadness and what looked like rejection?

Everyone left the living room giving you both space when Tara nodded. The room stayed quiet for a few minutes before Tara was the one to break the silence.

"Did you mean it?" Her voice came out sounding small, filled with tears she tried to blink away. At your confused look she continued. "Are we...done?"

"Tara—Please just be truthful, okay. I know from the moment you woke up you've been, different towards me. If it's because of what I said on that phone call, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said that." The tears escaping her eyes as hastily wiped them away.

"You called me controlling." You whispered looking away from her. "You believed..her over me."

"I know. And I regret it with all my heart. I'll regret it till the day I die. You mean the world to me Y/n. The world. As soon as you hung up, I canceled on her and went straight towards your house. And I understand if-if you don't love m—Stop Tara." She hiccuped as she tried to stop the sob that tried to escape her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut. Preparing herself for what you were about to say.

"Hey look at me." You reached for her hand with your good hand. Once she looked down at you, her eyes red from crying. "I still love you Tara. With all my heart." You saw the relief in her shoulders. The small smile that took over her lips.

"You do?" She asked in a doubtful voice. Like she wasn't so sure cause of everything that happened. You hated yourself for ever making her doubt your feelings for her.

"Of course I do you dummy." You pulled her towards you. Pulling her on to your lap. You reached up wiping her tears away. Feeling like an idiot for ever doubting her. She smiled down at you her face soft and the bruises she had before were now barely there. You returned the smile and bringing her closer to you. She buried her face in your neck hugged you closer.

The two you stayed there in each others arms.

#tara carpenter x reader #fem reader #scream #tara carpenter #x reader

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 10 months

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An Americano Please PT. 8

Word count: Just under 1k A/N: I love Jenna so much

Y/N's POV:

Jenna's been asleep for a few hours now, I can tell she needed the rest. Like she asked, I stayed next to her. At one point I tried to scoot away a little but she just subconsciously pulled me closer. Which by the way was adorable. I know we need to talk about what's going on between us, but I'm scared. I don't want this to end.

It's getting to be the evening now, the setting sun dying the sky a bright orange.

My phone lights up with a text:

Emma

Hey Y/N, how's Jenna doing?

Hey Emma, Jenna's asleep right

now. Idk when she'll wake up.

Okay, thanks for the heads up.

Please tell her that the producer

cancelled her cello class for today.

I send her a thumbs up emoji, glad that Jenna can get a break today.

It's around then that Jenna starts to move again, and her eyes open.

"Hey there sleepyhead, how was your rest?"

"Restful," she replies sleepily.

"Well that's good."

"Yeah," she says.

"Your cello lesson is cancelled for the day, just so you know."

"What?" she asks, clearly a little upset.

"Yeah, Emma told me to tell you."

"They can't just- they can't cancel it. What if I don't learn the piece in time?" she starts to panic, "I can't not do it! I need to!"

"Jenna, what you need is rest and time off. The world won't end if you miss one lesson," I tell her.

"B-but I can't mess this up! It needs to be perfect," she cries.

"You're more likely to mess up if you aren't rested, though," I point out.

She tries to come up with a response, but can't think of one.

"Hey, it'll be okay," I say softly, wiping the tears from her eyes and taking her hand in mine.

"I know, I just get so scared sometimes," she confesses.

"I get it, it's easy to catastrophize. Especially in situations like these." I squeeze her hand.

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

I wrap an arm around her waist, gently hugging her, "it's gonna be okay."

She brings herself closer to me, practically sitting on my lap. She whispers something inaudible. I wonder what she had to say.

After Jenna's had time to wake up, we move to her living room and kitchen area.

"So, we should probably get you something to eat," I start.

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry."

"What do you want? Glovo (a Romanian app similar to doordash/uber eats) just gave me a 30% off coupon for any restaurant I want."

"All I want is you," she giggles.

"We'll discuss that after you choose something to eat," I chuckle, "and it has to have protein."

"Fine," she rolls her eyes, quickly scrolling through my phone. We end up deciding on poké bowls.

"Aren't you vegan?" I ask.

"I don't think I can be anymore," she tells me, "I need to get my protein and other nutrients, but I can't do that with what I have."

"Okay, understood." I send off the order, getting the notification that it'll arrive in 40 minutes.

"Now can we talk about... this," she gestures to the two of us.

"Y-yeah. Where do you want to start?"

God, here begins the conversation.

I turn to face her, eye contact may suck, but it's important for these conversations.

"First of all, I want you to know that me not contacting you after the kiss had nothing to do with you," she starts, "I was just really overwhelmed with work."

I sigh, like a weight's been lifted off of me, "well that's a relief. Not that it's good you were overwhelmed, obviously."

She laughs, "Second, you know I like you, and you kissed me, so I think you like me back."

"You thought right," I say, a blush rising in my face.

"Well that's a relief," she mimics me.

"So now that those two things are out of the way," I begin, "where do we go from here?"

"Where do you want us to go?"

I inhale, trying to conjure the words to explain myself, "I can see us in a good relationship, and that's something I'd really like to have."

"I feel the same," she says before I can continue talking, "sorry if I cut you off."

"It's okay. What I need to know, though, is do you have the time for a relationship? I don't want to overwhelm you even more."

Now it's her turn to pause and think.

"I honestly don't know," she answers, "I've never really had this crazy of a schedule. I'd really like to try, though."

"I understand that," I tell her, "I want to try too."

"Thank you for asking me that, it was super considerate of you." she squeezes my hand and quickly kisses my lips.

Jenna's POV:

Wow, I can't even begin to explain how down bad I am for Y/N. I mean, it's hard not to be down bad for someone like her.

"Will you stay over tonight?" I ask her. She nods. Immediately a smile makes its way across my face.

"You're the best, Y/N/N."

"I try," she blushes.

Our food comes a while later. I haven't eaten fish for years, and god having it again upset my stomach. I guess I'm not used to meat yet.

Y/N stays up with me for a few hours, holding my hair back the first time I vomited, and holding me close while I complained of all sorts of nauseous ailments.

"What if I vomit on you?" I ask worriedly.

"Then you'll have to buy me a new shirt," she laughs, rubbing my back.

"Careful what you wish for," I smirk, all sorts of ideas coming into my head.

"Mind out of the gutter, Ortega," she chuckles, kissing my forehead, "not when you could vomit at any minute."

"Fine," I laugh softly, "I'm gonna try to get some sleep now."

"You do that," she smiles.

"Good night Y/N/N," I lean up to kiss her.

"Good night J," she responds.

It doesn't take me long to fall asleep next to her. Whenever I'm with her, I feel like I belong, like I'm meant to be there.

Sleeping is a lot better when you're comfortable.

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Ruben: well I'm a little bit too famous, so I kinda like to put on a disguise and wander.

Adaine: I feel like that's just not the vibe of this festival, though.

Ruben: oh, yeah.

Adaine: cuz Fig's right here, and Fig is also -- oh wait, no she left

Gorgug: Fig had to take a shit

Adaine: oh, yeah, right.

Brennan: deception, disadvantage

Zac: oh! 14

Brennan: okay! You see Ruben says, [as Ruben]: pfft. sounds like her. Bet she would have to take a shit

Gorgug: we all do

Riz: yea we all do

Gorgug: all people do

Ruben: I don't

Gorgug: you've never --

Adaine: we ate a lot of vegan food

Gorgug: so you're telling me --

Adaine: you're telling me you don't shit?

Gorgug: in my own house.

Ruben: why are there so many naked old people at your house?

Gorgug: I don't know, man! I don't have anything to do with that. I don't have anything to do with that.

Riz: he's gonna freak out

Brennan: you see, honestly --

Ally: you go into a rage

Brennan: I think there's a moment, Fig, you're in disguise, and you're hiding --

Fig: I'm hiding, I don't want him to see me as Wanda Childa yet.

Brennan: you're hiding. As you're hiding, you remember a thing that Porter was talking to you about where he was like [as Porter]: no matter how much you devote yourself to doubt, there is always the large possibility of paralysis. The acceptance of doubt can create that. You must always have a closeness to rage so that in moments of uncertainty action is available to you. [As Brennan]: and you feel something power up inside of Gorgug at this moment.

Fig: fuck. I've been sitting here thinking that Porter's methods with Gorgug were flawed, but maybe Porter's actually onto something.

Gorgug: they're having their own lives naked over there!

Emily/Fig: can I text Porter?

Brennan: yeah

Siobhan: why do you have his number?

Emily: because!

Ally: you've had his number since day one

Emily: I've had his number since day one!

Fig: I think I just wanna send a list of all the things that have pissed off Gorgug today

Brennan: so the list is -- what my parents get up to, telemaine lomenelda --

Siobhan: the stuff in the basement

Emily: me also even Ruben saying that he doesn't shit

Gorgug: you've never done it? You've never done it?

Ruben: 😏😎 I don't do nasty stuff, sorry

Gorgug: you're not real. Unreal.

Adaine: you don t do any nasty stuff, and you're a musician?

Ruben: I mean, I get nasty, but I'm not nasty. Um, listen, I'm getting mobbed for autographs right now so I gotta go.

Gorgug: you're not. You're literally not.

Kristen: you're not. We don't want your autograph, dude. Freakin' turncoat!

Fig: can I, in the background, hit him with a hex? To give him disadvantage in intelligence, so if later I interact with him he's less likely to see through my disguise? I'm gonna upcast it so it's a long time.

Brennan: you guys leave, Ruben heads off, and My Clerical Gnomance takes the stage.

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #ep 8 fracas at the frostyfair folk festival #siobhan thompson #lou wilson #ally beardsley #zac oyama #emily axford #brian murphy

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Hey, I had this giant list of Welcome Home as Incorrect quotes (I made it cause I was bored) and thought it would be funny to share some with the internet:

Eddie: My hands are cold.

Frank: Here, let me hold them.

Eddie: My lips are cold too.

Frank: *covers Eddie's mouth with their hand*

Frank: Julie gets offended by everything.

Julie: What did you say about me?!?

Frank:

Frank: Case in point.

Barnaby: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Wally!

Wally: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Frank, Eddie, and Poppy: *spinning a little and talking*

Barnaby, Wally, and Julie: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Howdy: Wally, you’re such a genius!

Wally: Yes, I know.

Wally: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Frank: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

*At a dinner party, the guests converse while the host is away*

Poppy: So how do you know the host?

Julie: They were a former vegan, and they bought milk.

Frank: That B****!

Barnaby: I pulled them over for money laundering.

Sally: I'm chaperoning their dinner party.

Howdy: They stole a baconator!

Frank: That B****!

Poppy: I tanked the store they were managing and they convinced me to quit from one of the only jobs I've ever had. Now I'm living off of unemployment checks and fear!

Barnaby: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Barnaby: Ask me to kill for you.

Eddie: ...First of all, calm down-

Julie, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Eddie: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Howdy: Hey Sally, listen, corporate makes us do this every year, but this is just a little manager evaluation form. You just fill it out, let them know how I'm doing, you know?

Sally: Alright! Uh, "Is your manager manipulative?"

Howdy: I'd say "No" to that if I were you.

Howdy: Barnaby, I am questioning your sanity...

Frank: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

Barnaby: *coughs blood*

Wally: Don't die, Barnaby!

Barnaby: Don't tell me what to do!

Barnaby: Why did you kidnap Wally!?!?!

Howdy: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh...

Frank: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal.

Barnaby: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

Frank: Heyyy Eddie, how’s your… drink??

Eddie: What do you mean drink? It’s coffee.

Frank: You sure?? *Looks to coffee maker*

Eddie: *Looks to coffee maker*

*Cement sitting beside the coffee maker*

Eddie:...I’m on my third fucking drink right now, I should be dead.

Frank, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Sally: Gray.

Howdy: Grey.

Frank, turning to Barnaby: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Barnaby: Dark white.

Howdy: I just found out from Eddie today that when Barnaby died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Julie said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Barnaby: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.

Wally: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Barnaby: A doll.

Julie: A cinnamon roll.

Eddie: A sweetheart.

Wally:

Wally: ...stop it.

Poppy: Frank won’t come out of their room!

Sally: Just tell them I said something.

Poppy: Like what?

Sally: Anything factually incorrect.

Poppy, shrugging: If you say so.

Frank, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Wally: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward.

Barnaby: I’m worried about you.

Wally: As your best friend—

Viewer: [Insert Name] is my best friend.

Wally, holding a knife: As your best friend—

Julie: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail.

Barnaby: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

Wally: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul!

Howdy: Why is Julie's a monster?

Julie: Wally, you forgot your's! It's only an empty space!

Wally, proudly: Exactly

Wally: Why am I the bad guy?

Frank: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

Wally: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

Hope everyone enjoyed it. Maybe I'll make another one if I'm feeling like it. Like I said, I have a whole list, so I'm sure I'll be set for a little while.

#welcome home #incorrect quotes #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #frank frankly #eddie dear #sally starlet #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #yo my first welcome home post #yes I am in the fandom

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 1 year

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A murderous game of cat and mouse

Summary: Your jealously reaches boiling point and shows Wanda how you deal with jealously, very dramatic of you to be honest poor Wanda, like she's stalked you for months and sent you poems and you treat her like this? God how dare you, poor Wanda

Words: 2,100

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI Angst and swearing, murder, blood. The serial killer Wanda becoming soft and underestimating Y/n and also brief mention of Agatha (she'll be in here more in the future)

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (if anyone wants to be added let me know!)

"So Y/n who's this grumpy cat sat next to you?" The woman sat across the booth from you with Nat stood above you and Wanda sat next to you "a friend, she's here to make sure you keep to your deal" Wanda looked at you surprised moving her hand to your knee but you didn't flinch instead keeping your eyes on Agatha and taking a drink of your cocktail "a friend huh? Well okay then"

The meeting carried on without another word about Wanda and finished in a timely manner with Agatha agreeing to keep business with you and the three of you leaving the place in relatively good spirits, that was until Wanda pulled you aside leaving Nat in the car

"Y/n my love I don't understand what's going on? Why are you upset?" Wanda intertwined your hands while you refuse to look at her "are you angry?"

You pulled your hand away reaching into her pocket for what you were looking for, the knife, you ran it across her bare arm wordlessly "Y/n?"

"You annoyed me before" you said grabbing her arm and digging the knife in cutting her "does it hurt?"

She shook her head "no" wincing slightly at the clear pain but still refusing to say it hurt

You half smiled "shame, I want to hurt you" you turned away from her leaving her bleeding but Wanda didn't want to let you go "moya lyubov' if you want to hurt me, hurt me, I can take it"

You turned back around looking at her pouting "come here" she near enough jumped into your arms happy to be touching you again, suddenly a sharp pain pierced her abdomen and she gasped "Y/n?"

You smirked against her neck "do you feel it? A hot white pain? That's how I felt seeing you flirt with my friend, you won't be sleeping with her anytime soon, you need to learn that just because you can kill a few men and sweet talk me with poetry doesn't mean you can be a fucking brat"

Wanda refused to fall down instead kissing you hard trying to get any kind of pleasure from the searing pain she felt, you kissed her back pulling the knife out of her stomach hearing her groan into your mouth

You pulled away from her "oh honey" you stroked her face, the sweat starting to gather on her face "you know you'll be okay but you know why I did it right?"

She nodded hoarsely apologising "s-sorry" she started to fall but Nat appeared holding her up by the waist "I leave you two alone for 20 minutes and you stab her? In broad daylight? You're brave" the world around Wanda started to blur and the voices echoed into the background as the blood pulsed through to her ears

"Well she wanted to see my jealousy, that's what she gets"

Nat approved "well damn, I'm impressed"

You took Wanda from Nat holding her up and kissing her cheek "don't get too cocky Nat, you're the one who started it, sleep with one eye open"

Nat laughed "yeah okay whatever, where are you taking her?"

"To the apartment, she needs to rest"

"I'll start the car up" Nat turned back to the car opening the door so Wanda could lay down in the backseat with you, her head was lay on your lap and you stroked the hair out of her face holding both hers and your hand on her wound "beautiful" you whispered and a small whimper escaped her lips "shh rest, you'll feel better soon"

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Wanda woke up a few hours later in a bed with a bandage around her stomach "good evening princess, we got you a burger, hope you're not vegan" Nat threw the bag at her and it "accidentally" fell onto her stomach "fuck off Natasha you did that purposely" she sat up stretching then immediately regretted it when the pain returned

"You deserved it you know?" The woman sat on the bed taking dome fries out of the bag eating them "I didn't think I deserved to be stabbed" she groaned

"Told you she's scary, but you impressed her by staying alive, she's waiting for you in the kitchen" Nat left Wanda alone to nibble at the burger but she eventually threw it away finding it inedible, finally she got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen seeing you sat on a stool looking through some papers and Wanda put on a happy demeanour.

"There's my killer girlfriend" she tried but you threw her a collar "wear it, I'm sick of the cat and mouse game, you want to be mine you will be, wear it"

Wanda scoffed "why don't you wear the collar? You're my pet" she picked the collar up still admiring the red colour "it is nice though"

You turned on the stool revealing another collar in your hand "I'll put it on when you do"

Wanda agreed putting the collar around her neck feeling your eyes on her the whole time "happy?" she finished and you jumped off of the stool walking towards her kissing on the cheek "you look beautiful" she kissed your lips refusing to let you stop but you pulled away just as quick "you don't get anything from me yet, we need to do something first, do you feel up to it?"

"Yes, yes anything!" Wanda cringed internally, she'd never sounded so desperate in her life "what do you need?"

Your hand skated over her bandage and the dried blood that had bled through admiring your own handiwork "I need to go and deal with someone, you can help me, come on" you left the kitchen followed by your redhead, she wondered what it was but she had a pretty good idea what it would be anyway, she was just happy you weren't still mad at her

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"So you want me to kill someone? Because you know I will, I stand by what I said detka, I'll kill anyone to make you happy"

You smirked at her desperation "and you think your a top, that's hilarious"

The woman shrugged "I'm still a top baby, we're just going through a rough patch"

You both entered an old abandoned warehouse and you searched for the light illuminating the room and Wanda's eyes landed to the middle of the room where an unconscious man sat "kill him and you'll get your wish to fuck me while covered in blood" you were pressed against her back kissing her neck and hearing her moan, god she was so sensitive for you.

"Who is he?" She asked

"Does it matter?" You pressed the special knife into her opened hand "our special knife is the perfect tool for him" you rounded her to face her and was bemused by her confused face "where has all that bravado gone mommy?"

The use of the moniker made Wanda drop the knife and then pick it up clumsily trying to keeping her composure "awe it's okay mommy I'll help you"

"Mommy doesn't need help" Wanda managed to say kissing you to hide her blush she felt creeping up "go on then princess, kill him, he's one of Agatha's little problems that needs to be solved"

Wanda nodded and moved closer to the man who started to wake up "what's-what's happening..."

"Agatha knows you're a snitch Bruce and wants you dead, my girl here plans on showing you just what happens to snitches, go on Scarlet"

"No! No come on man I haven't snitched on Agatha! She trusts me!" He tried pulling on his restraints but failed "you told Strucker about what Agatha was planning and now her plans have been sent back months-

"Fucking bitch!"

There was a hard punch stopping him talking from Wanda "don't you dare talk to you my girlfriend like that" her voice was quiet and scary making him swallow hard and twisting his face in surprise realising something "Wanda? That's the woman you've been stalking for months?! What the hell are you doing?"

Wanda's face drained of colour, she'd really hoped he didn't recognise her but that didn't work, looking back at you not realising you'd come closer and was standing behind her now "you know him honey?" You asked and Wanda shook her head "no, no I don't"

"Then do it, kill him" you kissed her shoulder letting your head rest there too "you know how to do it right? Just a stab through the carotid artery, the knife is sharp enough to do it, but you have to be confident, plus you'll be covered in blood and isn't that what you wanted?"

Wanda clenched her jaw and closed her eyes thinking, was she really going to kill an old partner of hers?

She opened her eyes taking the knife and stabbing deep in his neck, the blood splattering onto the knife, her hand and her arm, not as much blood as she wanted but enough

Bruce's gurgled noises and screams drowned out eventually and the man sat limp on the chair

"Well done princess, give me the knife" your hand found its way wrapped around the handle of the knife bringing it back to her and spinning Wanda around kissing her "are you okay?"

She smiled "absolutely" you went to speak again but Wanda stopped you taking back what little control she currently had "take your shirt off"

You stepped back "what?

Wanda wasted no time in stripping you of your shirt and going to cut your new bra off of you bit you stopped her annoying her "little girl I'm not going to be patient any longer, you've had your fun being in charge but its now time to get back to how we were, you doing exactly as I say-

You cut her off pulling at her collar "I'm not the bottom you think I am Scarlet"

You let go of the collar pushing her back a little "I was going to fuck you but you've ruined it, go and get cleaned up"

"Seriously?! Why are you acting like this?? I spent months and months chasing you, sending you poems and pictures and professing my love to you and we finally get together and your treating me like one of your victims!"

You were shocked into silence "what the fuck are you talking about? Why would I treat you like a victim? Don't ever say that to me again"

The woman continued "Oh hit a nerve did I?"

"Seem's we've gone past the honeymoon stage, shame it only lasted like a day" you were calm...too calm for anyone's liking, you picked up your shirt putting it back on without another word

Going to leave the room Wanda quickly followed you and you were both yet again seen by Nat who was intrigued by the conversation "trouble in paradise?"

"Fuck off Natalia" Wanda snapped and the other redhead sighed "so we're not having sex against a wall later? I was really looking forward to it and being covered in dirt from rolling around"

Her sarcastic voice was drowned out in the background as you both walked off back towards your apartment "why are we fighting?! Wanda shouted at you and you finally stopped turning back to her "I don't know Wanda, why are we fighting?"

She let out a sigh "okay look I'm sorry I said I felt like one of your victims why was it a big deal?"

"It doesn't matter, just-just leave me alone for a few hours please"

You stormed off leaving Wanda once again confused, stressed and sexually frustrated

"Well well Wanda, you've really messed that one up" Nat slid up to next to the stressed woman and watched you walk off, the silence engulfing them both for a little while, finally Nat spoke up first

"Her last relationship didn't end well"

She turned to Nat listening intently, she probably shouldn't be telling Wanda this but she carried on

"Long story short Miss Witch, she had to kill her because she was giving away information and we found out....she was heartbroken and when we had to do it she kept saying she was a victim of circumstance, Y/n couldn't do it, I had to do it, not that I minded she was a bitch anyway"

Wanda was shocked, is that why you sounded so annoyed when she accused you of calling her a victim?

Nat noticed her internal struggle "you called yourself a victim didn't you?"

She nodded and Nat smacked her on the back of the head "fucking idiot"

Wanda rubbed her head where she slapped and muttered things under her breath

"I didn't mean to insult or upset her-

Nat cut her off "don't apologise to me red"

"You're right, okay take me to the apartment"

Nat patted her on the back "yes second boss"

"I'm getting a sense of Déjà vu here" both women went back to the car getting in and just sat for a moment "do I get her flowers?"

Nat burst out laughing "flowers?! She's not a whiny teenage girl Wanda, just go and apologise eat her out for a few hours and she'll be fine"

"Now thats something I can do! Alright let's go"

#marvel #Marvel au #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #a murderous game of cat and mouse #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!reader

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lunathebee · 2 years

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Pairing: Marc Spector x florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff (no I mean, me trying to write fluff for the first time), Steven loves his burrito, Layla doesn't exist just for the sake of this story

A/n: THIS IS PART 1, I repeat PART 1 😭😭😭 Istg I messed up some stuff and I have no choice but to write a bit more and call it a day, I am terribly sorry, part 2 will be post soon!

Summary: For the first time ever, Steven might be better at talking to a girl than Marc, but that doesn't mean Marc just gonna stand and watch him does so.

Steven is chewing down on a vegan burrito, talking to Gus about how his day at the museum went when suddenly Marc speaks up. "Steven, since when do you like flowers so much?"

It was a totally random and offset question for Steven, but not for Marc though, he is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it in the most subtle way.

"Oh whut? You mean those books? They're not mine, Y/n was kind enough to let me borrow it, nice to learn something besides just alien and Egyptian mythology init?" Steven smiles when mentioning your name, taking another big bite from the burrito while Marc is still starting at the big pile of books about floriography.

"And... who is Y/n?" Marc asked while trying his best to be clueless, of course he knows Y/n; she owns a small flower shop on the road where Steven takes the bus to work every day, always looking so perfect and flawless at 7 a.m.

Sometimes Marc feels a teeny tiny bit guilty about how he takes over the body whenever the bus gets near to Y/n's flower shop, and after a few seconds of staring, hoping to see you, he gave the body back to Steven, leaving the British man confused like a deer in front of a headlight.

"Oh Y/n is this absolutely wonderful florist that I met when I tried to find some flowers for my first date that... didn't go quite as well as you remember..." To be honest, Steven just wants to eat his burrito in peace and finish it quickly, but if the topic is about Y/n and not Khonsu then he would be glad to join in.

"Ah well then, I was wondering if you could introduce --- " Marc's voice starts to fade out because Steven is too into the burrito.

But wait, why is he eating this burrito so fast in the first place? Steven thinks to himself for a moment, and the memory of Donna talking to him floods into his mind, making him yell out. "OH BLOODY HELL, DONNA PUT ME ON INVENTORY TONIGHT, I gotta go now talktoyoulaterMarc!!" Steven bolted out the door, clutching his work bag, leaving Marc *behind* disappointed; perhaps he could continue this conversation with Steven over the weekend?

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"No way... Marc, are you serious? You have a crush on Y/n?!" Steven can't believe what Marc has told him, this is even more shocking than the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.

"That is a childish way to say how a man is interested in a woman Steven, and I swear if you laugh at me-"

"No no no, why would I? Wow, good for you mate. I thought you would stick to fighting forever! With that silly old birb Khonsu, am I right Gus? " Steven exclaimed while sprinkling some fish food into the tank and missed how annoyed Marc looked.

'Tch, gimme a break' Marc thinks to himself while thinking about what Steven has said. Did he really spend that much time being an avatar? To the point where he gets lovestruck and doesn't even know how to talk to a girl?

"The main point is are you gonna introduce me to her or not?"

Steven feels strange after hearing Marc say that, what now? A guy who is not afraid of fighting and blood is scared of this sweet florist girl? "Why don't you just... introduce YOURSELF to her? Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain to her that you and I are basically the same, but at the same time we are not, bit odd init?"

Steven has a point though, it would be harder and more confusing if he told you about Marc. It seems like the only option left is for Marc to say hi to you himself (even if he wants to or not). God, how Marc wishes Monday would just come soon so he can meet you.

#marvel moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x y/n #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #moonkight #fluff #oscar isaac

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dont-feel-so-good-peter · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 (𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟖 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝?

— for now, in this part, he contemplates you being the devil before his eight wishes.

Warnings: mental illness, mentions of khonshu briefly. Very unedited I'll edit later

Eventual smut soon in the mini series

— STEVEN GRANT WAS HAVING A TERRIBLE DAY. First, he woke up in the middle of nowhere in a green valley field where puffball clouds flooded the blue sky. He thought the sky and the area looked beautiful but where the fuck was he at? Secondly, he was late to work —as always but Donna chewed him out for being late; threatening his job. And thirdly, the date he promised a lovely woman never showed up.

And finally, when he called the lovely woman she told him to never call him again. To that, Steven was sitting alone at a Steakhouse restaurant —a restaurant he never wanted to go to in the first place because he was vegan. But everything was coming crashing down on him.

His days were missing, he can't even have a normal date because of his condition. Steven felt sick of himself because he just wished to be normal. His eyes brimmed with tears as he captured his trembling lips between his teeth trying to contain a sob.

Steven Grant felt terrible. He just wanted to go home and cry because of the terrible day he suffered through. He ducked his head down, trying to at least say himself the embarrassment of letting anyone see him cry.

But his cry was interrupted when he heard a chair nearby scraping against the concrete ground. He lifted his head to see what that noise was. His eyes widened seeing a dazzling sight in front of him.

A beautiful woman with [color] skin glistening underneath the mellow outside restaurant lights. Mischief lingered in your [color] eyes but Steven could have sworn he saw a flash of crimson red as you gazed at him curiously. A brightly red-dressed that hugged your curves perfectly as dip curved between your breast. You laid back against the metal chair with a head tilt.

At first, Steven was confused about many things. Why was a beautiful woman sitting in front of him? Why did you choose to sit with him and why were you there in the first place.

He quickly battled his eyes, blinking away the tears. "Don't be shy, darling." Your voice called out, a certain purring tone was laced inside of it. A curving to your smile spread across your lips. A forsaken smile that seemed the capture Steven in the wrong ways, almost forgetting why he was crying in the first place. "Human tears are normal, don't stop on my accord."

Steven blinked confused. He wasn't sure who you were or why a beautiful woman like yourself would sit with him, especially him. His self-esteem was at an all-time low and he felt timid to be around someone with such beauty. "I-I'm sorry, who are you?" Steven bluntly called out curiously.

"I don't get why such a handsome man is crying." You blatantly ignored his questions as you leaned in against the table, crossing your arms on top of the metal table. Your eyes narrowed, it wasn't a glare. No, the mischievous stare never shone away from your eyes; in fact, it grew.

A faint blush spread across his olive skin as he frowned. Steven wasn't looking forward to getting made fun of. He didn't know if you were joking or not by calling him handsome. If you were here to ridicule him, he wasn't going to have it. "I'm not here to make fun of you." You replied as if you read his thoughts. Shock spread across his face hearing your statement. "I saw a lonely handsome man get stood up by his date and I thought to accompany you. Is that okay?"

Steven thought about it for a moment. There weren't that many people that wanted to be around Steven; they simply ignore him. In the depth of his loneliness, he honestly needed that human interaction. Just simple company, he wasn't sure what was wrong with him where people would stray away from him but they always seem to do so. "That's okay." Steven softly said.

"Good." You said with a wide smile. "Tell me, Steven. What's a vegan doing at a steak restaurant?" Steven furrowed his brows. How could you possibly know that he was vegan? "I saw how you were trying to order a steak. Any normal person that eats steak often would know how they would like their steak."

How were you knowing his thoughts? That should have been the first red flag of the night but Steven brushed it off as many more red flags were to come. Steven just wanted some company because he wasn't sure how he would do being alone at the moment. "My date, um, well not my date anymore said that our date was supposed to be at this steak house. Honestly, I don't know why I agreed but I supposedly set up the date? The story is bollocks, I'm not sure if you want to hear it." Steven rambled, trying to cut himself.

"I have all the time in the world, Steven." Your voice sweet like candy. It was starting to become addictive. You were suddenly having power over Steven just by your mere voice. Steven wasn't sure if you were an angel sent from heaven because of the beauty and grace that lingered in your features, your voice —your soul. It was enthralling and captivating. He was caught in a trance just by your voice.

"Oh, um." Steven stumbled over his words seeing the intensity and interest in your eyes. No one has ever shown him an interest in his stories; they usually brushed it off as if he was an insignificant insect. "I sometimes can't remember details and this woman that I worked with came up to me confirming our date. And I was like what date? Because I haven't been on a date for years and I was shocked that I got one without recalling. She told me I set it up which is crazy when I never set up anything, yeah? Details always go past my mind. . ."

Steven told the story, his hands gestured around as he recalled the details. A smile never left your lips, you were intrigued by him. His heart hammered seeing that intrigued glint in your eyes, a smile of amusement. As he told the story, he was starting to feel better as you laughed along with him while he made jokes. From one story, to another; laughs lingered in the air as his steak came.

Steven stared at the steak, he wasn't sure if he was going to eat it. He only ordered it because of how low his self-esteem felt and he wasn't thinking of anything else. He felt repulsed that he was going to eat a steak. "Hey." You called out gently, catching his attention. "I'll eat the steak for you and we can find a late-night vegan place for you."

His eyes widened. You didn't even know him but yet, you were trying to make him comfortable as possible. Is this a mere dream of his sad reality he had to make up for his lack of companionship? "I'm real, Steven." Your hand outstretched and your thumb stroked his outer hand. "I'm real."

Steven wasn't sure how you were reading his thoughts. Maybe you were a guardian angel sent to him, to comfort him in his time of need. He gently nodded and pushed the plate of steak in front of you. The wind gently blew in the air as the cold air hit against your exposed arms, he saw you shiver. "Here, let me give you my sweater." Steven pulled his hand away from your touch.

Steven felt a strange emptiness feeling your touch leave his hand as he grabbed his sweater, stood up, and walked over to your side. He gently placed the sweater on your shoulders, you stared at him with that same glint of intrigue. "To answer your question, yes. I would like to go to a late-night vegan place, love."

Steven shuffled his way back to his seat. Your eyes followed his every move, even though Steven thought you were sweet. You were strange to him, there were those subtle red flags that Steven did see. A flash of red crossed your eyes every now and then, but he crossed it off thinking that it was the lack of sleep.

"I like you, Steven." You said abruptly as you cut your steak. "I think you and I are going to have a fun time together."

Steven tilted his head at the statement. "What do you mean?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out but I just need more information." You merely stated, biting into the steak. Your statement should have Steven leaving. Another red flag he should have seen but he was enjoying your company too much to care that you were saying strange things. "So, tell me, Steven. Have you ever killed anyone?"

"What?" Steven furrowed his brows as he stared at you, shocked. Who would ask anyone that question? "No, I could never harm someone."

"You had thoughts about it before?" Steven shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he fiddled his fingers together. A wider smile etched on your lips as you cut your steak again. "Don't try to lie to me, Steven. I can see through every lie you tell but I'm just surprised that you haven't lied tonight in our evening."

"I. . .had thoughts," Steven muttered. This was the most prominent red flag that Steven has encountered through the night. His mind was telling him to get away from you, his bones shivering under your gaze as if you were reading into his every thought. He should have run but he didn't; he wanted to believe that this was in his head and was a normal conversation. "But everyone has thoughts of harming someone."

"That is true. I have thoughts about it all the time but I'm trying to contain them." You shrugged, pulling his sweater tighter against your frame. "You probably think I'm weird for asking that but I'm a professor and therapist. It's a study I'm doing. I'm trying to see the different reactions when I ask if they killed someone. You can tell a lot from someone's eyes."

Steven felt a wave of relief wash over him. He let out a sigh as he nervously chuckled. "Oh, okay. I did think you were strange." His eyes widened as he shook his hands around. "Not that's bad and I don't think you're strange strange but strange in a sense that's a good way? Like you're a mystery strange to me."

Steven shook his head at himself, closing his eyes at his stupidity. He felt as if once again, he chased another person away from his blunt nature. He knew he was blunt but he always said what he was trying to say in the wrong way which often drove people away from him. A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. "I'm liking you more from each encounter we have, Steven Grant. Yes. . ." You muttered something incoherently to yourself.

Steven couldn't hear the last bit but he heard something about a soul. He wasn't sure if that was right but he shrugged it off. "I. . .like you too." He admitted sheepishly.

"You have a pure soul. Not once have you tried anything towards me. Not an impure thought towards my body or looks." Your words should have struck him again but perhaps you were just being nice. You hummed to yourself as you tilted your head. "I haven't encountered someone like you in a long time."

"Well, whoever tried anything with you that's gross is a twat." Steven replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I think you're. . .pretty." His cheeks flushed at his statement. He was growing more confident around you which was hard for him, you brought something out of him. He wasn't sure what but he liked it. "Yeah, you're beautiful. I think it's just human decency and the bare minimum to not think disgusting thoughts about every woman you see."

"Hmm, yes but not every man is like that." You commented. For once, a soft smile spread across your lips. It wasn't a smirk or a curve of mischief, it was a genuine smile. "I think I'm done, come on, let's go."

You stood up and began walking away. Steven furrowed his brows as he stood up as well. "Wait, we haven't paid for the steak." He called out as you continued to walk.

You lazily looked back at him, excitement shined in your eyes. "Awe come on, Steven. You didn't want the steak in the first place. Live a little, darling. We don't have to pay for the steak."

Steven frowned his lips. It felt wrong to leave without paying, he paid no mind to your words as he fished out his wallet and pulled out the proper amount he saw from the menu plus a tip. He left it on the table and jogged up next to you. And for once again, a surprised expression took over your face.

"How curious. . ." You muttered, biting your bottom lip and gazing at Steven. A feeling stirred in your chest. He was a good person. "Well, let's take a drive and see what we can find at this late hour."

Steven nodded, following you along to your car. "Are you from London?"

"Not particularly. Normally, I wouldn't come to London because I would burst out laughing at all the accents I hear but I came here for work." You replied, glancing at the taller man. "I'm lucky I came because I met you."

A nervous smile spread on Steven's lips but he felt a pain of offense hearing you say you laugh at British accents. Before he could reply, his eyes widened gazing at your car. A red 1950s Chevy Impala came into view, it shined underneath the street light. "Woah, is this your car?"

"Mhm, I had it forever. It almost seems like I had it when it first came out, doesn't it?" Steven nodded, agreeing as he eagerly walked to the passenger seat. "Ah, ah. You drive."

"What? I can't drive, love." Steven said with furrowed brows.

"So? Why not live a little. Live dangerously." You dangled your keys in the air. Steven stood rigid in his spot. He didn't want to get in an accident with your beautiful car and he didn't want to put anyone in danger. "You're not going to harm anyone. Live dangerously, Steven Grant. Aren't you a little tired of living a mundane life? Aren't you tired of playing life safe?"

Steven stood there silent. How could you read him so well? How did you know all these things that Steven felt insecure about? Because if there was one thing he was scared about was that he would die without seeking that adventure he craves. He always wanted a life with adventure. "No one is out on the street and I trust you. I never trust anyone."

The last blow to convince Steven to take charge of his life, finally. "Yeah, yeah. Okay." He breathed out nervous as he walked to the other side of the car.

"Attaboy, this is going to be fun." You smiled widely, handing him the keys. "Let's see how terrible you are at driving."

—-

Steven swerved around in the car as his hands tightly held onto the steering wheel. The windows were rolled down and laughs boomed through the air as Steven was driving terribly. His nerves wrecked him but the sound of your laughter and the way his sweater looked on you, it made it worthwhile. "This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy." Steven muttered to himself as he drove around trying to look for a vegan spot to eat. Truth be told, he wasn't hungry anymore but he wanted this night to last long.

"Awe, come on, Steven!" You shouted over the blowing wind. No sense of fear lingered in your body, it was like you were fearless of everything and anything. The complete opposite of Steven. "Live a little! This is fun. Consider this your first driving lesson."

"Our first driving lesson is going to get us killed!" Steven shouted, trying not to close his eyes as he turned a street, hitting a curb. He flinched from the car tilting sideways for a moment as he swerved back on the street.

"Oh, we're going to be fine." You brushed off, then pointed at a drive-in. "Look, it's a vegan drive-in. A lot has changed since I was last on Earth."

Steven merely glanced at you confused but you didn't try to correct yourself as Steven swerved to the right, trying to get through the drive-thru. The car hit against a sign as he parked near the intercom. "Oops, I am so sorry." Steven began to profusely apologize but the expression on your face did not indicate that you were mad.

You shrugged. "I have more at home. Now, let's get something."

Steven gazed at you for a moment. You were a wonder; a strange, foreign concept to him that should have never met him but yet, here you were. As if an angel sent you, as if you were meant to bring him that sense of adventure because he doesn't remember the terrible date at all. Or the terrible day. All he saw was you.

—

Steven ordered his food and parked the car horribly near a park where he ate his food as you talked. "This night has been the best night I had in a while." You admitted, leaning your head against the car seat. "I'm glad I chose you, Steven Grant."

"You know." Steven chewed on his food as a line creased between his brows. "You keep saying my last name but I never told you it. . .I don't think I even told you my first name." The red flags were catching up as Steven started to realize that he in fact never told his name to you, at all. How did you know him? He should feel fear but he didn't, if you were going to do something to him, you would have already.

You stayed quiet as you gazed at the timid man in front of you. "Do you believe in the devil, Steven?"

The strange question caught him off guard. He slowly chewed his food as he stared back at you. That amusement glint in your eyes seemed to disappear as a serious expression took over your face. "I'm Jewish. There's been text about him but the devil is interpreted in different religions and cultures."

"But do you believe in the devil?" You questioned yet again with raised eyebrows.

"I mean, there has to be something like that to exist if the Norse god, Thor, exists." Steven swallowed his food thickly. The serious glint in your eyes was strange, as if this question was personal. "So, yes and no? Like I said, I'm Jewish so. . ."

"What if I told you I'm the devil."

Steven stared at you. He was confused at first but then a laugh escaped his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. Then I'm Cleopatra." He snorted, shaking his head.

"Steven, get away from her. Now."

"It's maddening, isn't it?" The shift in your voice was completely different from anything in the night as a dry chuckle leaves your lips. "The voice in your head. Telling you to get away from me. That person inside of you causing this distress in your life. You know, Marc Spector is tied to a god. An Egyptian god to be specific."

His heart drummed in his ears as the intense fear that he ignored all night was suddenly crashing on him. The red flags became more prominent and aware as his hands began to shake. "How do you know about the voice in my head? Who's Marc Spector?"

"I can hear every single thought. I can see every single god out there. I can see your mind, Steven. I chose you because you were heartbroken by your life and the person ruining it is the person inside of your heart; hiding away every truth that keeps you up at night." You lazily shrugged as a sinister smile spread across your lips. "I told you, I'm the devil."

Steven shook his head as he let out a nervous chuckle trying to ease the uncomfortable fear that rattled his bones. "It looks like someone's having a laugh. You can stop joking now." His voice wavered as he lowered his food down to his lap.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm being serious. I wasn't wrong to tell you that I'm glad I chose you. You live this mundane life. You wake up every day, not knowing if you sleepwalk the previous night. You keep yourself up by reading Egyptian folklore, the culture, the texts. There's an empty feeling in your chest when you experience the same day over again." You said, shaking your head as you gazed at him with a frown. "Such a beautiful soul that no one ever pays attention to. A soul that seeks adventure. A soul that deserves better. What if I told you that I can give you that better life?"

"What?" Steven muttered, his heart was ramming against his chest so hard. He was sure he was going to have a panic attack sooner or later. "You must be a stalker or something because how do you know all that about me? I don't like this, I'm leaving."

Before he could get out of the car, your hand curled around his upper arm as you pulled him back down with strength. Steven stared at you with fear as you rolled your eyes again. "I'm not going to harm you at all. I'm here to propose to give you the life you want."

"Why?" Steven shakily questions as you let go of his arm. "Why me? If you truly are the devil, why would you help anyone at all? Aren't you evil and aren't you supposed to be red with pointy ears with a pointy tail?"

You scowled, anger flashed in your eyes. "Don't believe what those white people wrote about me. I'm not a man nor a disgusting creature, I can turn to either but I prefer to stay the way I was born." You scoffed, clenching your jaw. "I chose you, Steven Grant, because I saw a man whose life needed to change. You may believe you're broken, Steven but you're not. You just need a push to see your life better, to wish for it better."

"So." You clasped your hands together as that same mischievous smile spread on your lips. "I propose eight wishes, anything you ever wanted. Ever desired. It could be yours."

"And what? Give you my soul?" Steven scoffed, shaking his head. "If I remember correctly, if you make a deal with the devil, the devil takes your soul. I, quite frankly, like my soul. I don't want to burn in a pit of fire for eternity if you really are the devil which I doubt, love."

You stayed silent, a burning intense gaze fired in your eyes as a smirk tugged on your lips. "Give me an hour. Let's go to my club and let me show you that I'm really the devil."

"Why should I trust you? This whole thing is bonkers and I'd rather not get murdered by a beautiful woman and have two white women make a podcast about my disappearance."

A smile strained on your lips as you tried to hold back a laugh. "You're funny. I really do like you, Steven. And I do wish to help you get the life you deserve. I don't murder innocent people. You should know by now that the devil only punishes evil-doers and I looked inside of your soul, you're not a monster. The three of you aren't monsters."

Steven wasn't sure what you meant by the three of you. He was sure there was only one of him. . .right? You were messing with his head too much. He was so convinced that an angel was sent to him but instead, he got the devil. But the tone in your voice was convincing as well, you weren't lying which was a cliche because shouldn't the devil lie?

But your argument was convincing. Steven never felt like his life was what it was meant to be and it didn't start to feel like an adventure until he met you. How could the devil waltz in his life and make it better than any day he ever experienced? He was sure he was going to get killed and his heart clouded his judgment, he was going to trust the devil with his life.

"If I go with you, promise not to kill me?" Steven questioned, narrowing his eyes at you. "Because I seriously don't want to end up on two white woman's podcasts. Or on that buzz feed YouTube site."

You crossed your heart with your index finger then held your pinky out. "With the amount of honesty you showed me tonight which has been more than any human has ever showed me, I will bestow the same honesty. I don't want to kill you, Steven. I just want to grant your every wish. Ha, get it?"

Steven rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "You know, for being the devil, you have terrible jokes." He outstretched his pinky and shakily curled it against yours as you snickered. Electricity passed through the touch, he just made a deal with the devil with a touch. He wasn't sure if he should be scared but he decided to trust you. "You better be completely honest with me."

"I sealed the deal by saying I was going, to be honest. Don't be so paranoid, darling. Now, I'll just tell you the directions and you drive."

Steven was reluctant. He was going to sign his life away to the devil if you were truly were the devil. This was a terrible idea, that voice that he often heard was protesting telling him to run away but he ignored it. This could be a life-changing for him and he could get what he wanted, and there were magical beings on Earth like the Avengers. How far-fetched is the devil?

——

Steven wasn’t sure what he was expecting when you had told him to go to your club. He was expecting something less ordinary but if you were truly the devil then perhaps this explains the raving club he parked in front of. His eyes bulged wide, gazing at the neon sign Devil’s Club. Steven didn’t think the name was subtle at all but he didn’t believe you were the devil, he was going to have to see some evidence.

The dark building emitted red lights, pouring outside from the open double doors where numerous people stood outside waiting to get inside. A red carpet straight down to where the car was at, Steven wearily glanced at you. Those blaring alarms shouting in his head to run, begging him to get the safety but that twinkle in your eyes; could the devil be so genuine? He heard nothing but terrifying stories from different cultures that interpreted you differently.

Never once did they mention the genuine expression you could hold. Never did they mention he would be looking at an angel but, all fallen angels were beautiful. Perhaps, Steven met his match with a fallen angel. “Are you ready?” You questioned with a head tilt.

“I guess,” Steven muttered, looking at you one last time. The genuine expression was wiped away and now lingered a feeling of smugness that crinkled in the corner of your eyes. He opened the door and immediately, as soon he stuck his head out; a swarm of people crowded around him, shouting his name.

Steven was taken back as his shoulders went rigid from the intense crowd surrounding him. “Steven, you’re looking good today!” A random person shouted from the crowd.

“Uh, thanks!. . .random person that I don’t know.” Steven, though he know he shouldn’t seek comfort from the devil, looked for you in the crowd. Right beside him, your arm curled around his upper arm. Instantly, he relaxed after feeling uncomfortable with being crowded by unknown strangers. “Who are all these people trying to talk to me? They must have the wrong person because I barely have any friends besides Gus.”

“They are your friends.” You replied with a wide smile, glancing back to the crowd as you pulled him through the crowd who kept shouting his name, praising him, and admiring him. It was a strange new feeling to be seen by random strangers but something didn’t feel quite right by feeling seen by strangers, he wanted to be seen by someone who cared for him on a personal level. “You see, my powers can get you anything you want in the world.”

“At the cost of my soul.” Steven retorted as you nodded to the bouncer at the club door who allowed you and Steven in without hesitation.

“Precisely. But think about it, you’ve been alone all your life. Nobody actually seeing you but I see you, Steven.” You said, walking beside him as you smiled at strangers that seemed to praise you as well. Steven wasn’t sure if this was some type of cult mess he was getting himself into. “I see your mind, your heart, and your soul. Many people would call you broken and. . .I relate to that. Many people saw me as broken but if you were given a second chance, you could fix everything.”

The tone in your voice sounded as if this was personal. As if this meant something to you helping him, if the devil could relate to him; how bad could you be? Steven knew there were bad people in life but were you all that horrible that people spoke about? Write about? Tell stories that put fear in them at the sound of your name. The Devil.

“Sounds like you understand my problem then,” Steven muttered, if he were being honest. He wasn’t looking at the club you took him to, he was gazing at you the whole time as you took him down a lonely hallway. Of course, everything was a dark shade of red and black. The walls were red, the floor was a dark marble. He shouldn’t be infatuated with a woman who he didn’t know, who possibly kidnapped him and was possibly dangerous as well but as Steven thought earlier. You brought adventure into his life and he wasn’t going to deny it.

“Did you think I was a heartless monster that rules the underworld? And don’t ask if it’s hell, it’s the underworld.” You replied, releasing your fingers away from his arm and opening the double black doors to your office. Steven felt a strange empty feeling without your hand on his arm, he shook away the feeling as he followed you inside the office.

“Honestly, yeah. Like I said, I’m Jewish and I’m more into Egyptian mythology than demonology.” Steven sheepishly replied, looking over the room and he was surprised to see there was golden and black decor with small hints of red like your desk. The golden tiles reflected his weary glances, the black paneling shimmered off the chandelier that brightly shined in the middle of the roof.

Little red statues of different archangels and saints. But the biggest red statue was a devil statue and above the statues was a large screen t.v.. “Well, I’m not like that.” You muttered catching his attention.

Steven glanced back at you. His eyes widened as his mouth went slack. “When did you change clothes?” He questioned. You were wearing a red lace top and black skinny jeans with red converse.

“Darling, I can do many things. Changing my clothes is just one of them.” You slump down on your red leather chair, putting your legs up on the desk. You crossed your arms as you tilted your head. “Please, sit down.”

Steven stride across the room and sat down on the black single loveseat. From the corner of his eyes, a room with the door slightly ajar. There were metal cabinets that he assumed were files in those cabinets. He wondered. . .

“Yes, those cabinets contain contracts of those who signed their souls away. You’d be surprised by the amount of celebrities who signed their soul away to be famous.”

“I can imagine. I watch conspiracy videos. . .Is Beyoncé one of them?” Steven whispered with wide eyes, you simply smiled and nodded. “I knew that was true. . .okay before I truly believe this crazy shit, what do you think you can do for me? I mean, maybe I am a bit lonely and my job isn’t what I want it to be but I like my life.”

You simply gaze at him with curiosity as a smile spread across your lips. “I made a commitment that I wouldn’t lie to you, why did you lie to me, Mr. Grant?”

“Well, it’s because we don’t know each other.” Steven sarcastically replied.

“Oh? But we do know each other.” You snapped your fingers together and a thick file appeared between your hands. His eyes widened from the sudden appearance. He couldn’t believe his eyes, was all of this true then? You opened the file as glasses appeared at the tip of your nose, you flipped through the file making a tsk sound. “My, my, Mr. Grant. You are a very naughty boy. Or should I say, Mr. Spector or Lockley? Well, I shouldn’t bring that up, I may be a terrible person but I’m not a monster who, you’ll figure those people out yourself if they wish to show themselves.”

“What. . . What do you mean?” Steven questioned with furrowed brows but you merely ignored him as you continued to flip through the pages, absorbing the information. “What is that?”

“Your soul file. A file about everything that happened in your life. Everything about you. And it shows your scale balances.” You flickered your eyes up, but you didn’t look at him. You were looking above him, staring at something behind him. Steven glanced over his shoulder but there wasn’t anything there he could feel a cold draft of wind gush gently over him. “Hmm, how curious. You, be quiet. You’re in my domain, don’t forget your place, moon god.”

Steven was utterly confused. Honestly, the whole night as strange as he was growing frustrated with you with the weirdness going on. His cheeks turned red from anger and that sickening sweet smile played on your lips as you looked back at him. “Steven Grant. Thirty-eight years old. Born in Chicago, on March ninth, nineteen-eighty seven. Well, most of this information is. . .complicated. You moved to London recently and you work at a museum. Well, all this information I have is for the other.”

“Other?” Steven muttered, he shifted on his chair and tilted his head. “Other? Who’s the other?”

“Well, this file contains secret important information but, you can find that out yourself.” You closed the file book and it disappeared into thin air. You clasped your hands, taking your legs off the desk as you pulled yourself closed and rested your hands on top of the desk. “I know everything about you, Mr. Grant. You truly deserve a better life. . .I don’t know else to convince you I’m the devil. . .only one last trick up my sleeve to convince you. Look at the screen, it shows your deepest desires.”

The lights suddenly went dimmed and Steven turned his body around to look at the screen on the right side of the wall. The screen turned on and there he was, in a room? Why was he in a room? He was in a sharp outfit, his glasses perched on his nose as he stared at artifacts. A large room that had different types of artifacts, from every mythology out there. Lost artifacts from lost worlds. On the wall, there were awards for his foundings.

Steven’s eyes stared in amazement. His deepest desire was to be a famous archeologist. World-renowned one that everyone knew. In the middle with all the awards, there was a poster. Steven Grant, the man without fear. His eyes sparkled astonish that he did that. He could have that.

The screen went black as a woman’s voice came through. He blinked his eyes rapidly as he gazed back at you. “I. . .could have that life?” He questioned softly.

You nodded. “You could have anything you want, Steven. Anything you desire, anything your soul desires; I can grant it. Do you believe that I’m the devil now?” You questioned with a small smile.

Steven was proven that you were the devil. That everything you had said was true because how else would you get a footage like this? How would you know what he deeply wanted? Of course, he wanted many things but this was one of his desires. He could be anything he wanted. Do anything he wanted. Experience anything he wanted.

“Steven, don’t do this.” A voice called out from below him. Steven glanced down and saw himself staring at him harshly. “Don’t make a deal with the devil. It won’t end well, you don’t need that fantasy life. You have your fish, you have a job, and you are stable. Do not do anything stupid.”

“I’m not stable. I’m broken.” Steven said through gritted teeth as he shook his head and pointed at his reflection. “This is a chance to make my life happy. To make me feel as if I belong in this world. This is my chance to get the life I deserve.” He tear his eyes away from the golden reflection and gazed back at you. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him that this was a terrible decision. That this was something he shouldn’t be doing. That this was something that would change his life forever.

Steven Grant was going to sell his soul away to the devil to get the life he always wanted. He shakily sighed as he closed his eyes, his heart hammered in his chest. He could finally live happy. Then, Steven said something that every human would say if they got a chance to have their dream life.

“I will sign my soul away.”

Note: I'm lowkey flopping lmao

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