#tara misses her friends and school and having a home but she knows she would miss having sam even more. she never complains.

[krikeymate]

Thinking about an AU where 18-year-old Sam on the verge of leaving comes home to her mother screaming at her little sister. Sam's still high, the shouts ringing in her ears but the words formless. She's about to intervene when a slap cuts through it all. Her sister's on the floor and in the blink of an eye Sam has a hand wrapped around her mother's throat, slamming her against the wall.

Tara's climbing to her feet, eyes wide with fear at the scene. Sam doesn't look away from her mother as she says "Tara, go upstairs and pack a bag." Her sister doesn't move, so Sam turns away to look at her and repeats herself. Tara must see something in her wild eyes, because she runs up the stairs.

By the time Sam escorts her downstairs half an hour later, their mother is nowhere to be seen. Tara's led through the packing and into the car in silence. The what's happening?, the where are we going?, the are you ok? sits on the tip of her tongue, choked back by uncertainty and confusion.

Sam drives out of Woodsboro and doesn't look back.

OR

Sam, 19-years-old, long since kicked out of the house and on her way out of Woodsboro. She just has one stop to make, a goodbye she has to give first.

She sneaks into the house. The door is unlocked, she doesn't even need the key Tara hid outside for her, and it enrages her. Her baby sister is upstairs sleeping and anyone can just walk in.

Her mother is passed out on the floor leaning against the couch, snoring away and a bottle still in her lap. She creeps past her and up the stairs.

Sam perches herself on the edge of Tara's bed. Her sister is sprawled out on the mattress, the covers kicked off, and it makes her smile. She brushes Tara's hair back from her face and the smile falls from her face.

Her fingers trail down to the shadow around her neck. Sam reaches over to turn on the bedside lamp, catching sight of Tara's wrist at the same time. These are bruises. She wakes her sister up and demands answers from her. She doesn't like the answers she eventually coaxes from her. She likes Tara's attempt to lie to her even less.

She makes her pack, tells her to wait out front, that she'll be out in a minute. She kicks her mother awake, tells her she's leaving for good, and that she's not leaving alone. She tells her that she will never have the chance to hurt them again, and if she tries, well, she'll learn exactly how much like her father she can be,

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #miscellaneous scream au's #my writing tag #fuck christina carpenter club #the tags tag #both lead to the same direction: sam takes tara and they leave. she threatens their mother. #cause trouble make a fuss call the police and i'll kill you. i'll tell the world who you really are and the things you've done. #sam trying to recover from addiction while caring for and hiding away the little sister she's kidnapped. #they spend months sleeping in the car. tara curled up on top of sam. #sam gets access to a shitty little 24/7 gym where no one asks questions or looks at them twice - so that they can shower #tara misses her friends and school and having a home but she knows she would miss having sam even more. she never complains. #she knows sam is doing her best. that she's doing it for her. sam didn't have to take tara. she could have just left and everything would #have been so much easier for her. tara's only making sam's life harder and more difficult. #sam tells her that she's only making her life worth living. that's it all worth it.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

When will you post the y/n Meeks Martin x Ethan Landry post 😭

Right fucking now lmao.

This is my first post in a while, take it easy on me 💕

Secrets - Ethan Landry x Fem!Meeks-Martin!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Growing up with overprotective siblings has made it difficult for you to find someone to be with, until you meet your brother's nerdy best friend.

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Some violence-ish, Oral - f receiving, riding, p in v, teasing. (If I missed something, let me know:)

A/N: If any of yall are familiar with Spongebob, I have the fucking suds and I'll be writing a lot the next few days lmao

Your brother and sister were so protective of you. After some of the things they’d been through, you couldn’t really blame them, and you were thankful that they were always looking out for you. The only downside? They seemed to hate every person that asked you out or showed interest in you. You were sure that you would be single forever if it was up to them, because they didn’t think anyone was good enough for you.

Once they went away to New York for school, you missed them, but with there only being a one-year age difference, you knew you wouldn’t have to wait long before you’d be heading to Blackmore. You took the opportunity to finally put yourself out there and go on dates without the twins interfering, and you were starting to realize how right they were when they told you that the guys in Woodsboro weren’t really worth your time.

When you FaceTimed Chad to let him know that you got accepted into the same university as him and Mindy, he was beaming at the news. He was going on and on about all the things he loved about New York, and wouldn’t shut up about the pizza, but you tuned out everything he was saying once you noticed his roommate in the background. His hot roommate.

“Dude, my sister got in!” Chad yelled, as you rolled your eyes. He seemed more excited than you were about the whole situation. “Ethan, come say hi.”

“Fine,” he huffed, as Chad passed him his phone. He paused for a second once he saw you, but quickly pulled it together. It was awkward enough to meet someone for the first time on a phone screen, and he didn’t want to make it any weirder. “Hey, I’m Ethan.”

“Ah, the dorky roommate,” you said, as Ethan looked away from you to glare at Chad.

“Is that how you tell people about me? You say that I’m dorky?”

“If the shoe fits…” Chad trailed off before he tried to take his phone back from Ethan.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” he said, passing the phone back to your brother.

“Have you told Mindy yet?” Chad questioned, a smirk on his face as he waited for your answer.

“No…”

“I knew I was your favorite!”

Once Chad and Mindy came home for summer break, they wouldn’t stop talking about how excited they were to take you back to New York with them. They were heading back early to help Chad move into his own apartment with Ethan, and Mindy was moving into the spare bedroom at Tara’s with Anika. They decided that you needed to come with them, even though you wouldn’t be able to move into your dorm for a couple weeks.

“I’m not thrilled about couch surfing,” you said, as Chad rolled his eyes.

“I’d sleep on the couch. You could sleep in my bed.”

“So, she’s staying with you for two weeks? I thought she’d stay at Tara’s,” Mindy said, “What happens when you want to stay over with Tara and she’s left alone with Ethan?”

“Oh, please. Ethan won’t try anything,” Chad said, as Mindy scoffed. “What?”

“What makes you think Ethan wouldn’t try something?”

“Because he’s my boy. He knows she’s off limits…I already told him,” Chad said, as you sighed in frustration.

“You know what? I’m not doing this whole ‘You can’t date so and so’ shit that I’ve dealt with for years,” you said, as Mindy cocked her eyebrow at you.

“You’re staying at Tara’s,” she said, “You’ve gotten a little feisty lately. It wouldn’t surprise me if you tried to get with Ethan just because we said you can’t.”

“No, I’m staying with Chad. It’ll be fine. Ethan doesn’t seem like the type to try anything,” you said, as she had a confused look on her face.

“When have you talked to Ethan?”

“Oh, that was when she called me first to let me know she got into Blackmore,” Chad smirked, as Mindy snapped her head in his direction.

“No, she called me first.”

They turned to look at you, “Who did you call first?” they both asked at the same time, as you shrugged.

“I’ll never tell.”

When you made it to New York, you were exhausted. You couldn’t sleep on the five-hour flight, and the jet lag was really starting to get to you as you went to the baggage claim area to get your stuff.

“When’s your furniture getting delivered?” Mindy asked, as Chad checked his phone.

“Soon. Ethan’s here somewhere,” Chad said, glancing around for his friend that was taking you back to your new home for the next two weeks.

“I think that’s him,” you said, pointing to the guy with the huge sign that said ‘Meeks-Martin’. “Is he always that lame?”

“Yeah, poor dude can’t get a girlfriend to save his life because he’s that cheesy,” Chad said, as he walked over and took the sign from him. “We’re just going to put this in the trash.”

“Hey, it took me two minutes to make that,” Ethan said, as he glanced over to you. He noticed you struggling with your luggage and carryon. “Can I help you with that?”

“I got it,” Mindy said, grabbing the large suitcase from you. She stared Ethan down for a second before she walked past him.

“How do you deal with them?” Ethan asked, as you sleepily smiled at him.

“They’re not that bad.”

As Ethan drove, Mindy was in the backseat arguing with Chad as he sat in the passenger seat about how you staying at Tara’s would be best. You sighed as they bickered, before you noticed that Ethan kept glancing back at you in the rear-view mirror. You thought he was even more attractive in person and thought about how hard the next couple weeks could potentially be with him living in the same apartment as you.

“Seriously, how are you going to feel when those losers leave the toilet seat up all the time?” Mindy questioned, as Chad scoffed.

“I think we’re housebroken,” Ethan spoke up for the first time in the drive as he glanced back at Mindy. He quickly looked away once he noticed her glaring at him.

“Listen, Landry. I know I won’t be able to convince her, so I want to make it perfectly clear that if you touch my sister, I will kill you.”

“What makes you guys think that I’m like that?” Ethan asked, the annoyance in his tone obvious.

“They think anyone’s like that when it comes to me,” you said, smiling at him as his eyes met yours in the mirror again.

You made it to Chad and Ethan’s apartment seconds after the furniture delivery truck pulled in. Once they opened the back of the truck, Mindy’s jaw dropped.

“I can’t believe mom paid for all this stuff,” she said, as Chad sighed.

“She didn’t. Ethan and I took out loans.”

“Maybe you should’ve asked mom. She paid for all my bedroom stuff,” Mindy shrugged, as Chad sighed.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

After the stuff for the apartment was scattered in various areas of the house, Mindy got the text that Anika was at Tara’s, and was wondering when she’d be over.

“You staying here, or coming with me?” Mindy asked but cut you off before you could even respond. “You’re coming with me.”

“No, she can hang out here if she wants to. We’re all going out for pizza later tonight, anyway,” Chad said, as Mindy rolled her eyes.

“Are you two going to argue like this until I move into my dorm?” you questioned, as the twins exchanged their glances.

“Probably.”

“I’ll hang out here,” you said, as Mindy nodded.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Later that evening after you’d helped the two boys set up their new apartment, you were starting to get hungry. Chad wanted to keep working, and you eventually flopped onto the couch, sighing in defeat.

“I’m starving,” you whined, as Ethan walked into the living room and sat down on the free cushion beside where your feet were resting.

“Me too,” Ethan said, matching your whining as Chad glared at the two of you. “What? It’s been a long day. We skipped lunch.”

“We’ll leave soon,” Chad said, as you got an idea in your head.

“Orrr you could meet us there,” you suggested. “You know how I get if I don’t eat.”

“True,” Chad sighed, “Ethan, make sure nothing happens to her.”

“I won’t let her out of my sight.”

As you walked beside Ethan, he started to make small talk. By the time you made it to the restaurant, you were in a full-blown conversation about all the interests you both had, and he was proud of himself that he didn’t get nervous when he talked to you. You scanned the restaurant for your sister and Tara, but once you noticed they weren’t there yet, you and Ethan sat at one of the tables.

“Do you want to eat now, or wait?” he asked, looking at you from across the table.

“We can eat now, I’m so hungry.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

While you and Ethan ate the pizza that Chad hyped up so much, you were surprised at how good it was. You kept talking to Ethan, but you soon realized how much time had passed, and no one else had showed up to the restaurant.

“Where do you think they are?” you asked, as Ethan sighed.

“Okay, don’t hate me,” he said, as you curiously stared at him. “I kind of wanted to get to know you without your brother and sister making it seem like I was trying to get into your pants.”

“That’s really sweet,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “But if they aren’t here, where are they?”

“They probably went to the one on campus.”

“Did you trick me into going to dinner with you?” you joked, as he started to blush.

“I’ll be honest, I thought they would’ve come to hunt you down by now.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Chad, Mindy, Tara, and who you assumed to be Anika walked in. Chad sighed in relief once he saw you, but Mindy just looked pissed.

“You know how many pizzerias we stopped at to look for you?” she questioned before she looked at Ethan. “Why did you bring her to this one?”

“Simple mistake,” he shrugged, as Mindy stared him down.

“Simple mistake, my ass. I told you Ethan would try something with her.”

“It’s just pizza!” you snapped, “Last time I checked, we weren’t fucking.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped at your words as the waitress brought the check to the table. Ethan took it from her, his mouth still hanging open as he looked at you.

“You want to split it?” you asked, as he shook his head.

“I got it.”

“We’re going back to Tara’s,” Chad said, as you stood up from the table to hug her.

“Hey,” you said, before you turned to Anika. “It’s nice to meet you. Mindy wouldn’t shut up about you all summer.”

“Aww, babe,” she said, pulling Mindy into a side hug.

“Look, as much as I’d love to hang out with you guys, I’m exhausted,” you said, yawning as Chad sighed.

“I really wanted to hang out with Tara.”

“I’ll walk her home,” Ethan suggested, as Mindy, once again, glared at him. “I can drop her off and go to Tara’s after.”

“No, I don’t want her left alone in an area that she doesn’t know,” Chad said, as you rolled your eyes.

“I can stay there with her, then. Seriously, I won’t try anything,” Ethan said, putting his hands up in defeat as Chad nodded.

“I know you won’t, dude. Thanks.”

As you and Ethan made your way out of the restaurant, you heard Mindy scold Chad for being so trusting. But Chad felt like he had no reason to think Ethan would do anything to betray his trust.

Once you got back to the apartment, you were tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep. Ethan was about to head to his room before you stopped him.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“I thought you were exhausted?” he asked, as he turned around and made his way towards you.

“I just didn’t feel like going with them and being there all night,” you sighed, as he sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Why are you sitting over there?”

“Because if Chad comes home and sees me sitting beside you, I’m sure I’ll be moving out of here into an unmarked grave,” he said, half-joking as you rolled your eyes.

“Please. If it was Mindy, yeah. But Chad, I don’t think so.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, scooting closer to you as he turned on the tv. “You cool with something scary?”

“Mindy’s my sister, what do you think?”

“Scary it is.”

Ethan thought that after sitting through some of the goriest movies ever with the Twins, there was no way that you’d be freaking out over some jump scares. But once you were practically in his lap, your face hiding behind your hands as the scene played out on the screen, he started to laugh to himself.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him. That’s when you realized that you were practically on top of him and went to move, but his arm wrapped around you to hold you in place.

“Your brother and sister don’t get phased by this shit,” he said, smiling down at you. He started to glance between your eyes and your lips, and he was so close to making a move, when a loud shriek on the screen pulled your attention away from him.

“This is one of the few I haven’t seen,” you shrugged, “I wouldn’t be so jumpy if you picked something I had seen before.”

“I don’t think I believe you,” Ethan chuckled, as you turned your head to look at him again.

“If you want to kiss me, you should probably do it soon. The movie’s almost over,” you said, as he smiled and leaned down.

When his lips touched yours, you felt something different than what you’d usually feel when you’d kiss someone. You immediately felt the chemistry, and with the way his lips were quickly moving with yours, you were sure that he felt it, too.

Once he pulled away to catch his breath, he had a sweet smile on his lips. He definitely didn’t expect to kiss his best friend’s sister, but he was happy that you were bold enough to tell him it was okay. Another thing he didn’t expect was for you to adjust yourself so you were straddling him, as his eyes looked into yours. His hands moved to rest on your thighs as you leaned down to kiss him again. This time, it was way more intense. Your hands were in his hair as his hands rested on the curve of your ass to keep you as close as he could.

The second the kiss got deeper, you heard the sound of a key going into the front door.

“Shit,” you said, pulling away and jumping off the couch.

“Wait,” Ethan said, as he followed you. He pulled you in for one more quick kiss before you rushed into Chad’s room and shut the door.

When Ethan walked back out, Chad had just made it to the living room.

“Where were you?” Chad questioned, as Ethan glared at him.

“My room is beside yours. I wasn’t trying anything with your sleeping sister,” Ethan scoffed, as Chad nodded.

“Sorry, dude. I had to listen to Mindy talk about how much she hated the idea of the two of you being here alone.”

“It’s cool, just don’t accuse me of shit you know I wouldn’t do.”

Ethan felt a little guilty for lying to Chad, but you were the first girl that he’d actually felt something for in a long time. After days of stealing quick kisses and steamy make-out sessions whenever Chad was in the shower, the sexual frustration was starting to build. Ethan knew that he wasn’t going to initiate it, because the last thing he wanted was for you to think that was the reason he was spending time with you. Plus, you hadn’t been left alone long enough since the first night.

“So, I think Tara and I are going to a movie tonight. You guys want to come?” Chad asked, as Ethan looked over to you as you sat on the opposite end of the couch.

“I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie,” you said, as Chad cocked his eyebrow at you.

“You don’t want to watch a movie?” he questioned, as you shook your head. “What about you, Ethan?”

“Dude, spend time with your girlfriend. I’m sure she doesn’t want a third wheel tagging along.”

“Mindy and Anika are going, too. You wouldn’t be a third wheel,” Chad said, as Ethan chuckled.

“Your right, I’d be a fifth wheel. You guys have fun. I’ll probably just play video games all night anyway.”

“Okay, I should be back around eleven,” Chad said, as he made his way towards the apartment door.

As soon as he left, Ethan was on you, literally. You moved so you were laying back as he hovered over you, his mouth moving with yours as your legs wrapped around him.

“Hey, do you want to go to your room?” you asked once he pulled away to breathe.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Within seconds, his feet met the floor, and his hands reached for yours to pull you up. He led you down the hallway to his room, before his lips connected with yours again. He backed you towards the bed, a small squeal slipping past your lips against his as your back hit the comforter. Your legs wrapped around him again, holding him as close to you as you could. One of his hands was running up your side over your shirt, until the material started to ride up. He gave you goosebumps as his fingers moved over the newly exposed flesh, before he pulled away to look at you.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, “Because if you just want to make out, that’s fine. There’s no pressure, and I don’t want you to think that I just want sex.”

”I know you don’t,” you said, smiling at him. “But if the sexual tension get’s any stronger between us and we don’t do something about it, I might actually explode.”

“So, you want sex,” he said, trying his best to not freak out.

“Yeah,” you said, as he leaned back down.

It didn’t take long for his hips to start moving, the hard cock in his sweatpants brushing against you. You gasped into the kiss every time your clit got the smallest amount of friction, before his hand moved in between your bodies so he could rub you over the shorts you were wearing.

“Fuck,” you mumbled against his lips. “You can take those off me, if you want.”

He quickly slid them down your hips before his hand went back in between your legs, rubbing across your soaked panties.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, “Does kissing me do this to you?”

“Yes,” you said, as his lips moved to your neck.

Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as he slid your panties to the side, his finger rubbing slow circles over your clit.

“We’re here alone, baby. Don’t hold those pretty sounds in.”

Soft whimpers were slipping past your lips as his finger moved faster against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your pussy was already drenched, and you felt yourself getting more wet by the second. You whined in protest once he pulled away, but he quickly shut you up, a low moan falling out of your mouth when he easily slid two of his fingers inside you as he moved down the bed.

Your hands tangled in his hair the second his tongue touched your clit, his fingers hitting that special spot inside you. Your hips were involuntarily arching off the bed at the feeling as he struggled to keep you pinned down.

“So good,” you moaned, as he sucked your clit into his mouth. “Fuck.”

Once he started to hum with your clit in his mouth, you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. Your moans kept getting higher and louder, and he made the mental note that he really couldn’t sneak around with you like this if Chad happened to be home, because you were just so loud. He loved it, though. All the noised you were making went straight to his throbbing cock as he brought you closer to the edge. Once your pussy started to squeeze his fingers, he sucked harder on your clit, the feeling throwing you into an intense orgasm. He groaned as your shaky hands tugged on his hair, his fingers slowing as he got you through it.

Once you started to relax, he sat up to look at you as he slowly slid his fingers out. Your cheeks were rosy, your chest was heaving, and you were still a little shaky. He loved that he had that effect on you and couldn’t wait to actually be inside of you.

“Let me help you with your shirt,” he said, as you sat up and looked at him, your eyes still hazy.

“That felt so good,” you finally said, as he chuckled.

“I hope so with how hard you were pulling my hair.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly as he shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry, I loved it.”

Once he got you out of your shirt and bra, and he slid his sweatpants down his hips, he walked over to the bedside table to grab a condom.

“You still want to do this, right?” he asked, as you smiled at him.

“Yeah.”

He slid his boxers down his thighs before he rolled the condom on and lined up with your soaked pussy. He took his time as he inched his way inside of you, a loud moan falling past your lips once he was all the way in.

“So fucking tight,” he rushed out, before he started with slow thrusts. “That feel good?”

“Yes,” you moaned, your hands reaching up to squeeze your breasts as he started to go faster.

You knew you were wet, but you could hear how wet you actually were as his cock slid in and out of your pussy. His eyes stayed on you. He didn’t want to miss any of the faces you were making.

“Can I be on top?” you asked, as he smirked at you.

“Yeah, babe,” he said, as he pulled out and laid down.

You got up and moved to straddle him, the whimpers flooding out of your mouth as you sank down onto him.

Ethan felt like he was in heaven as his hands held onto your hips. He had the perfect view of your face, your tits, and he could even see his cock sliding in and out of you. Your hands moved to rest against his chest so you could stabilize yourself as you rolled your hips, the tip of his cock giving your g-spot the attention it needed.

“Come here,” he said, as you leaned down, your bare chest pressing against his. You felt his hands snake around you to hold you close before his hips started to move, his cock thrusting in and out of you so quick that you couldn’t think straight. He was letting out soft grunts that could barely be heard over your moans. You were both getting sweaty as you clung to him, his pace not letting up as you felt yourself start to get close.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you whined, as you felt that white-hot feeling spreading across your body, your hands gripping him as he just kept fucking up into you.

“I’m almost there, baby.”

You didn’t think it was possible, but he went even faster. You were a moaning mess as he kept slamming his cock into you, before his thrusts got erratic.

“Cumming,” he groaned, as you slowly moved back to meet his thrusts as he got himself through it. “Fuck, that was…fuck.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled against his chest.

He slid out of you but held you close for a few minutes, his hands rubbing over your back as you both caught your breath.

That’s when you heard other voices inside the apartment. You shot up, your eyes looking down to meet Ethan’s panicked ones.

“Where are they?” Mindy asked, the annoyance in her tone obvious as you and Ethan jumped up to grab your clothes off the floor.

Ethan quickly took the condom off and slid his boxers on as you tried to put your clothes back on. It was too late, though, once his bedroom door eased open.

“Hey, dude,” Chad said, before closing the door once he noticed Ethan was just in his boxers. “Shit, sorry.”

Chad was embarrassed as he turned to look at Mindy before he realized something. Your shorts were on Ethan’s bedroom floor.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Chad’s voice boomed once he opened the door. This time he was able to see you, but you’d just slid your shorts back up over your hips. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He walked over to Ethan and grabbed him by the shirt he was able to put on in those few seconds, and you could see the fear in Ethan’s eyes as he looked over to you.

“Don’t fucking look at her!” Chad yelled, as Mindy finally walked into the room.

“Told you her staying here was a mistake,” she said, as Chad got angrier by the second.

“I didn’t think that my best friend couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”

“Stop, seriously. You guys are making this more than it needs to be,” you said, as Chad looked over to you. “Calm down, Chad. He’s your best friend.”

“Last time I checked, friends don’t sleep with their friend’s sister!” he yelled, before he looked back at Ethan. “I can’t fucking believe you did this.”

“Why are you acting like I had no part in this?” you asked, as Mindy scoffed.

“Yeah, right. I’m sure Ethan charmed you out of your panties just to get what he wanted.”

“That’s not true!” Ethan snapped, his fear of Chad kicking his ass turning to anger as his friend finally let go of his shirt. “I really like her. This has nothing to do with me just wanting to sleep with her.”

“She’s my baby sister, Ethan!”

“Stop calling me that,” you sighed in frustration. “I’m a year younger than you. I’m a legal adult. Nothing Ethan and I did is wrong aside from you two saying that he needed to keep his distance from me.”

“He obviously doesn’t listen,” Mindy said, as you felt yourself start to get mad.

“You know what really fucking sucks? You two are my best friends, but you won’t let me live. You won’t let me experience things. You know Ethan’s not a bad person…you know how bad I’ve wanted to hang out with him and get to know him better, but you guys won’t let that happen.” you ranted, “I like him, too. And if I want to be with him, you aren’t going to tell me that I can’t! You better not threaten him anymore, either. I’m sick of this childish shit.”

Your sibling stared at you as Chad nodded in understanding. He had no problem intimidating any of the boys that’d shown interest in you, but out of the two of them, he was the one that seemed to be the one that got you.

“I do really like her. I don’t want us to have to sneak around, but I’ll keep doing it, if I have to,” Ethan said, smiling at you. “She’s amazing. It’d be stupid of me to not want a chance with her.”

“Do we have to sneak around? Or can you guys be cool about it?” you asked, as Chad sighed.

“I’m cool with it. Just…no hooking up when I’m here.”

“You’re okay with this?” Mindy scoffed, as Chad rolled his eyes.

“Ethan’s not a bad person. If he really likes her, what’s the big deal?”

“And that’s why he’s my favorite,” you said, brushing past them to head to the bathroom.

“Told you,” Chad said, teasingly pointing at Mindy before she smacked his hand away. “Ow!”

“Ethan, you better not hurt her,” Mindy scolded, as he nodded.

“I won’t…but can you guys get out while I put my pants back on?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #smut

[melrodrigo]

favorite - t.c.

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a day of feeling useless, Tara’s the only one who can make you feel better.

Pairings: Slight Amber Freeman x Reader in the beginning, Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Am I projecting? Maybe. Tara’s my bbg 🫶🏻

Amber

YN - Why do you only want me when you have nothing else to do?

You bite your lip as you hit send, swiping out the app as fast as you can to try and quell the feeling of regret you know is coming.

Your lover of sorts, Amber Freeman, had been acting weird lately.

You’re not sure what to call the two of you, best friends that kiss each other? friends with benefits? two buddies in a situationship?

All very accurate descriptions, you think as you laugh bitterly.

It had been weeks of bliss at first, with flirty comments, secret kisses, and love notes stashed in your locker.

But for the past few days, she’s been awful. Gone are the nights spent giggling together on your couch while you watch a movie, gone are the butterflies whenever you see her name pop up on your screen.

She’s quiet. It makes you uneasy.

At first, you tried to ignore it, think to yourself she must be busy.

She loves me, she’ll answer, you reason.

Nothing hurts more than being proven wrong.

A - I think we should stop talking.

YN- What? Why? Can’t we talk this out?

A - I wanted to tell you a couple of days ago in person but…I’m sorry. I just don’t like you anymore. I met someone else.

You blink back the tears already welling in your eyes. You shut your phone off, refusing to answer, part of you hoping she might beg for your forgiveness after seeing you upset.

Nothing.

Your chest heaves as the hole in your chest deepens.

How could she? After everything you’d been through together. Especially after the Ghostface attacks last year, you’d hoped she cared a little more.

You’d been the one to warn her, even. When she told you she had feelings for you, you’d made her promise that she swore they were true. You weren’t taking a chance on a ‘maybe’.

But alas, your moon-eyed perspective had affected your decision-making skills. She’d told you she loved you, and that she was going to be your girlfriend, and you had believed her.

You fall back onto your bed. Hands pressed to your forehead harshly as you think.

You pick up your phone once more, ignoring all thoughts that tell you this is a horrible idea, and call her up.

-

“Hey. Thanks for coming.” You tell Tara as you step back to let her in. She’s dressed in an oversized AC/DC t-shirt paired with gray sweatpants.

Her hair is slightly messy like she’s just woken up from a nap. You curse as you catch yourself thinking about how cute she looks.

“No problem.” She tells you without missing a beat, walking into your house and up to your room like it’s her second home.

You and Tara had a history.

All throughout grade school, you had the biggest crush on the brunette, but she never reciprocated. Not that you ever told her about it. Later, when both of you were in high school, she confessed that she liked you.

You were so confused between your feelings for Amber and for her back then, you ended up never giving her a clear answer. And after time, the two of you just started to drift away.

But you wouldn’t be able to say that the underlying feeling she was the one wasn’t always simmering within you.

Your feelings for Tara were something that could never be explained. Not even to your best friends over the years, who would hear endless rants about the girl.

She was just so, perfect.

Well- nobody was perfect; you knew that. She was always somewhat of a rebel throughout your school years. But you found her imperfections endearing, which only made her more human and in turn, more perfect to you.

It didn’t help that she also looked like an angel that had fallen from the skies.

In short, Tara Carpenter was an enigma. You’ve had crushes before, of course. But this one, you think will never go away. Whether you viewed her from a romantic or platonic lens, all you could feel was adoration. You were incredibly fond of the girl.

You snap out of your daze and follow her upstairs, closing the door behind you.

“So, you wanna tell me what this is about?” She says, not unkindly.

You play with the hairs on the nape of your neck as you answer her.

“I’ve just been feeling…sort of weird. I needed some company.” You tell her, somewhat awkwardly,

“And nobody else was free?” She prods, her eyes filling with an emotion you can’t quite place.

You look down shyly as you shake your head. “No, I wanted you to come.” You mumble, loud enough for her to hear.

You sneak a peek at her expression and relax once you see she’s smiling.

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve been missing you.” She says, grinning.

Her words make you feel like a weight’s been taken off your shoulders. Everything’s normal. Everything’s good.

You relax, moving over to join her on the bed.

“I missed you too.” You say.

She doesn’t miss a beat before she reaches for your TV remote and pushes herself further up your bed. She takes her hair out of the bun it was in and whips out her glasses.

She never likes to wear it because she thinks it makes her look nerdy, but you think it’s the cutest thing.

“You sure are making yourself at home.” You murmur, earning a soft slap from the girl.

“Hey! This is how you’re supposed to experience a movie.“ She says, nudging herself into your bedsheets.

You scoff as you join her and place your leg over her own.

“Who said we were going to watch a movie?” You challenge, raising a brow at her.

She shrugs, unserious. “I figured I’d take the lead. You need a distraction, and you weren’t doing anything…so.”

You nudge her with your shoulder one more time before settling in beside her, not willing to debate.

She scrolls on your TV a little while longer before you nearly leap out of your seat as you see your favorite movie pass.

You open your mouth to force her to pick it, but she buts in before you can get a word out.

“Yes, I know it’s your favorite movie. I’m putting it on now, shush.” She teases, smirking slightly.

You relent without a word.

Halfway through the movie, you can tell Tara’s getting sleepy. Her eyes droop and her head is falling further into the pillow.

You bite back a chuckle and pull out your phone, ready to take a photo that’ll surely embarrass the brunette.

She stirs in her sleep when the flash goes out, looking up at you groggily.

You panic and shove the phone underneath you, moving over to do anything to distract her. You don’t have enough time to think, you surge forward and press your lips to her forehead.

Her eyes widen, no doubt wondering what the hell you’re doing.

A forehead kiss? Yeah, that isn’t suspicious at all!

She’s still still under you, blinking slowly.

“Go back to sleep Tar.” You mumble against her skin, using a nickname you haven’t called her in ages.

It works though. You feel her physically relax and in the next few minutes, she’s fast asleep against you once again, this time with her arm wrapped around your waist.

You feel your cheeks get hot and thank the gods that nobody can see you.

You watch as the credits of the movie finally roll, and you feel the tiresome events of the day finally catch up to you.

You look down at Tara, studying her features. You want to reach out and touch her freckles, but you resist the urge.

Whatever Tara Carpenter was to you didn’t matter today, you reason. The only thing that matters is that she’s here, and she’s made you feel better than you have in months. Friend or something more, she’ll always be the one to brighten your day.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #scream vi #mine

[mikavlcs]

Masterlist

Requests are: closed (rules)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday)

Paralysis & Ricochet 

An unexpected emotional outburst destroys your relationship with Wednesday. The path to reconciliation is long and arduous, but she finds her way there eventually.

Loveless 

With some help from Enid, Wednesday gathers the courage to confess to you on Valentine’s Day.

Blonde 

Despite being opposites, your and Wednesday’s relationship is great. There’s only one problem: you’re not very smart.

Had Enough

Xavier starts to get overzealous with you. Wednesday puts him in his place.

Heaven in Hiding 

There’s a savage, uncontrollable beast inside of you. Just when you lose hope of ever taming it, someone unexpectedly offers to help you.

Flowers 

Wednesday’s plan to court you is thwarted by an unforeseen issue.

Breathe 

A sudden run in with the Hyde induces an asthma attack. Luckily, Wednesday is there to help you.

Absence Persistent 

You’re physically affectionate with everybody except for Wednesday, and she’s determined to find out why.

Reverie

In the midst of investigating, a figure from your past returns, sending you into a panic. Wednesday is there to help pick up the pieces (and maybe get some revenge as well).

Elysium

After realizing her untimely feelings, Wednesday pushes you away, but the arrival of a certain dance proves that she may have made a fatal mistake in doing so. (Part 2 of Reverie)

Spotlight 

During an unprompted visit, Wednesday discovers something that you’ve been trying to hide.

Static Patterns 

Wednesday’s struggling to say those three special words, so she decides to instead show you how she feels.

Sweater Weather 

Wednesday gives you her sweater to wear on a cold day in Jericho. (short)

Heaven Sent 

While sharing a bed, Wednesday finds a new use for your wings.

White flag

Tyler is infatuated with you. Wednesday puts a stop to it.

Whispers in the Dark

After a harrowing nightmare, Wednesday tries her best to bring you comfort.

Dinosaur Talks

You like to talk about dinosaurs, and Wednesday likes to listen. (short)

Astraphobia

You’re not a fan of thunderstorms. Wednesday knows and tries her best to help you through it.

Rebels and Renegades

Becoming best friends with a sentient hand brings many much-needed changes to your life, the biggest being the very girl he arrived at Nevermore with.

Dog Days

The help you need to confess to your crush winds up coming from an incredibly unlikely (and furry) source.

Not On My Mind

You leave school for a trip, and Wednesday doesn't miss you. Not even a little bit.

Tara Carpenter (Scream)

Shade Astray 

Never in her life had Tara met anyone that made her feel like you did. She would make you hers, no matter what it took. (Ghostface!Tara)

Purity Weeps 

You don’t talk about home very often and Tara finds out why. (Ghostface!Tara)

False Meridian

Another Ghostface appears out of the blue and Tara will do whatever it takes to eliminate them before they get the chance to hurt you. (Ghostface!Tara)

Gwen Stacy (ITSV)

Young Blood

You're new and Gwen's forced to show you around. It doesn't end up being as tedious as she was expecting.

Start a Fire

Gwen saves you and you help her out in return.

#masterlist #it’s ​ugly but functional #just like me<3 #me vs writing good summaries #also sorry about the gif #it's so funny to me

[redlittlefoxari]

To The Ends Of Faêrun : Chapter Thirteen: On Hold

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

Master List Here for Books One, and Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You counted?” He looked shocked. 

“Every time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

hii, can you please do a liv mckenzie x fem!reader headcanon? like, an enemies to lovers where liv doesn’t like reader at first, then slowly falls for her. thank you sm <33

thank you for the request, writing for liv is so fun <3 hopefully this is what you wanted!!

ENEMIES TO LOVERS HCS || LIV MCKENZIE X READER 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: swearing, fem!reader, mentions of reader wearing makeup, a little bit of chad bashing but it’s just for story purposes… I love him i promise <3 I’ve never done enemies to lovers before so sorry if anything feels off or rushed

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

- the funny thing is, nobody even really remembers why you and liv are seemingly incapable of getting along together.

- all anybody knows is that innocent conversations within the group slowly divulge into petty arguments between you and liv, snarky comments exchanged constantly.

- for example, one time, a conversation about where everybody wanted to eat quickly turned into a utterly unrelated spat.

- “liv, did you even listen to a fucking word I said just then?”

- “no, because every word you say is stupid!”

- “wow, harsh. how long did it take you to come up with that one, hannah montana?”

- “you know, I’m not stupid. maybe if you got off of your high horse and stopped judging me for once-

- “why should I, when you make it so easy! besides, if you want to talk about judgemental…”

- chad and wes think the two of you’ll work it out eventually, tara doesn’t understand why you can’t just be real friends, amber thinks the bickering is completely entertaining (and instigates most of the time) and mindy thinks you both just need to make up (and make out).

- from why you can tell, liv thinks you’re a prissy, pretentious know-it-all.

- and from what liv can tell, you take her for a shallow party girl with more mini-skirts than brain cells.

- you both try your hardest to avoid each other, but seeing as she was dating chad and tara had been your best friend since you’d moved to woodsboro, so were forced to run in the same circle - because why should one of you have to make new friends just to avoid her?

- but it seems the universe just seems to hate the two of you - because you were forced together constantly.

- you have to sit next to eachother in chemistry and art, and you both live practically right next next door to each other- meaning you walked the same route and, when wes would offer to give you all a ride home, you’d be huddled in the back seat with liv whilst everybody else got dropped off first.

- and you mean huddled; you’d be so close that your legs were touching and you could smell her perfume (it was infuriatingly perfect and reminded you of strawberries and summer and warmth - not that you’d ever tell liv that, though).

- when she’s feeling particularly annoying, liv has a habit of flashing you her most shit eating grin - mostly because she knows it irritates the living hell out of you.

- seriously, most of the time, you want nothing more than to wipe it straight off of her face.

- “liv, I swear, if you don’t stop that right now…”

- “what are you gonna do about it, huh? we both know you’re not gonna stop me- that would require little miss princess to lift a perfect finger!”

- but fine, whatever. she could be as immature as she wanted - you weren’t going to rise to her bait - except from all the times you did, obviously. you regarded yourself as being better than that.

- arguing over partner work in class, and making sure liv knew when you’d scored higher than her in a test.

- really, it was just all pettinesses - but in your defence, it was always liv that started it (at least, you think it is - nowadays, it’s rather difficult to keep track).

- one friday night, when the rest of your family was out of town, you’d thought you’d invite a few people over.

- though, of course, when chad and mindy were involved, a few people turned into practically half of the school.

- seriously, your house was filled to the brim with people you didn’t even recognise - which meant you inevitably bumped into someone and, just your luck, spilt the entire contents of your drinks down the front of your shirt.

- and aw, damn it, you’d liked that shirt. so you were forced to go upstairs in an attempt to find something else to put on - except, when you open your bedroom door, the last person you expect to see is liv mckenzie.

- a crying liv mckenzie, nonetheless, sitting on your bed as mascara runs down her pretty face. and as bad as it sounds, a part of you is tempted to pretend you saw nothing and creep back down to the party, stained shirt and all.

- the thing is though, deep down, you know that it wouldn’t be right - no matter how much you and liv tended to disagree.

- you uncomfortably shuffle beside her as she looks up from her spot on your floor, all teary eyed.

- “shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude in your room. I can go-“

- liv apologising to you is never a good sign, so you catch her arm and slowly urge her to sit back down, imploring what’s wrong.

- “it’s chad! he fucking dumped me- he says there’s somebody else! you know what, I bet it’s tara- I’ve seen the way the look at each other! god, how could I be so stupid?”

- and, oh. you though chad and tara were a little touchy-feely, but you’d never suspected it was like that. and you’d definitely thought chad had more decorum that to dump liv at a party for one of her best friends. god, what a moron.

- you tell liv exactly that - albeit a little awkwardly - and she gives you a smile at that. a real smile.

- “you really think he’s a moron?”

- “yeah. moron, asshole, whatever you want to call him- that was totally shitty of him! and you deserve better than that - better than him.”

- so you change your shirt and sheepishly, you offer to help liv fix hey ruined makeup. and when your fingers brush against her skin as you apply a fresh layer of concealer to her face, you definitely don’t feel jolts of electricity run down your spine. you don’t.

- but you do go to bed that night, after everybody else has finally left, replaying that rare, real smile on a loop in your mind. and you try not to think about what that means.

- and after that night, you make more of an effort. you really, honestly do.

- because when you aren’t too wrapped up in yourself to notice, you realise that liv doesn’t exactly have it easy within the group, what with mindy and amber’s apparent dislike for her as well as your own.

- and sure, she was irritating at times, but that didn’t mean everybody had to call her out on it, right?

- you don’t magically get along immediately - how could you, after months of pointless arguments? - but you seemed to have forged a civil, unspoken agreement; you were the only ones who could insult each other now.

- and even then, insult was too harsh of a word - the jabs became more light hearted, and you slowly found yourself often laughing in retort instead of being on the immediate defensive.

- as much as it pained you to admit it, you start to find yourself often having actual, genuine fun with liv.

- which somehow, happens to lead to the pair of you spending more one-on-one time.

- and before you know it, you’re suddenly going to the mall together, picking out clothes for yourself and each other.

- you find yourself visiting to a lot of museums too, because as it turns out, liv has a total interest in all types of art - and god, who would’ve expected that? maybe you, if you’d actually taken a chance to get to know her when you first met her.

- you start to notice a lot of things about her that you never had in the past: the way she pouted when she was confused, the way she fiddled with her jewellery when she was nervous, and the way most of her necklaces were completely handmade.

- the more you found out about her, the more you wanted to know.

- the first confession between the two of you comes when you were hanging out in a cafe near your houses.

- “you know, I never really hated you,” liv randomly says into the quiet as you take a long sip of your milkshake. “I thought you were annoying as hell, but I never hated you. we just irritated each other- that’s the way it always was with us.”

- you take a second before you speak yourself. “you know, I don’t think I ever really hated you either. hell, I can’t even remember why I was supposed to dislike you in the first place.”

- the realisation is so stupid that you can’t help but laugh, and suddenly, everybody else in the place is staring at the two of you as you giggle over the ridiculous nature of it all.

- by then, the two of you are inseparable. liv even seems to be getting over chad, and she doesn’t even flinch when she sees him and tara holding hands.

- you know the two of you have really bonded when amber comments on your newly discovered friendship, saying how weirdly quiet it is without the bickering and that she wishes you’d hate each other again.

- you both pointedly ignore that comment - well, liv does give her the finger, but that’s neither here nor there :)

- the real confession - rather ironically - comes in the place where you realised that liv mckenzie wasn’t as bad as you’d thought she was; your bedroom. you’re both sprawled out on the bed, legs messily intertwined, as liv flicks through some shitty magazine and declares that she’s found a makeup look that she wants to try out on you.

- “come on, it’ll be funnn!” she promises, and she looks so adorably desperate that you can’t help but give in to her.

- and before long, you find yourself fully vertical on the bed, with liv somehow ending up practically straddling you as she paints your eyes and lips a bright pink .

- “stop moving,” - she warns, so close that you’re breathing in that perfume or hers again. you take a breath, and if fills your lungs once more. “seriously!” she says as you stir, dragging a thumb slowly across the bottom of your lip. “see, you’re smudging it!”

- you don’t care about that, though. it doesn’t even cross your mind. no, instead you’re too focused on how you can see the brilliant blue of liv’s eyes perfectly from this angle, how her pretty pink hair tickles your throat as it spills over her shoulders. how soft her lips look from down here.

- you’ve barely even registered what you’re doing before you’re suddenly leaning up, your lips pressed against hers in an instant. you know she’s not expecting it, what with the way her body tenses up and she all but drops the brush in her hand.

- and no. you’ve gone and ruined it all, you’ve kissed liv and why would you do that because she’s never going to talk to you again and you didn’t even know you liked her like that and-

- and she’s kissing you back, and it’s absolutely perfect. it’s everything you’d never known you were missing in life, and you can’t help but wonder that if you hadn’t wasted all that time arguing, you could e been doing a hell of a lot more of this a damn lot sooner.

- but you just promise yourself you’ll have to make up for all of that wasted time <3

- when you walk into school the next day, hands interlocked, amber nearly throws up, tara gives you a cautious thumbs up, and mindy - well, mindy said it was just a matter of time, and declared that wes owes her 15 bucks.

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(had to insert THE iconic wlw reference pic I was thinking of when I wrote this)

#scream x reader #scream imagine #scream x you #scream headcanons #fanfiction #fanfic #liv mckenzie imagines #liv mckenzie x reader #liv mckenzie x you #liv mckenzie #scream (2022) #scream #scream 5 #sonia ammar #enemies to lovers #headcanons #liv my underrated girlfriend <3 #scream x yn

[dreamersbcll]

“Godless” - for @krikeymate

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Sam could tell from the very moment she woke up that something was wrong.

She liked to attribute it to her sixth sense. Ever since she was little, Sam was able to tell when shit was about to go sideways. From the day she was slapped by her mother the first time to the day she found that cursed journal

That same sinking feeling in her gut. Like she swallowed a boulder, it sat in her stomach and weighed her down with dread and anxiety about what was coming next. The feeling usually disappeared after a while, but this one rotted in her stomach, festering her body with fear.

She decided not to let this feeling rule her and padded her way out to her living room. It was five in the morning, and she didn’t have to be at work until ten, so she might as well watch television.

Turning the television on, she skipped channels until she found the one she wanted. Living alone in a shitty apartment was rough, but not having a smart tv was the worst. Everybody else got to watch the latest Grey’s Anatomy episodes, while Sam watched a lot of public television. It was alright. She learned a lot about the weather and public events in Modesto.

Her favorite channel was the news. It was stupid, but she liked knowing what was happening around her. Strangely, it was comforting to know that other people had lives around her. That things were happening outside of her little bubble. Plus, it was easier to sleep when the gas prices flashed across the screen.

But this morning, with that pit of dread in her stomach, she admittedly hesitated to switch to the news. Something told her just to turn the television off, but like most warnings in her life, she plowed through it.

And there, on channel four news, she saw it.

Her baby sister’s face was plastered across the screen, a picture Sam hadn’t seen. It took her breath away at how grown-up her baby sister looked. It looked like some school photo- as Tara wore a peach long-sleeved shirt, her hair was down and stringy. Tara smiled big, but Sam could tell she was faking it.

Sam was so engrossed with the photo of her sister that she almost missed the headline flashing across the screen.

WARNING: DISTURBING SCENES

She cocked her head, watching the cameras pan around a house. Her old house. The house in Woodsboro. The one she was raised in. Why were they in her home?

The cameras panned around, zooming in on various shots of a clear scuffle.

Sam snorted. Of course, Christina fucked up her home. That woman could ruin anything she touched. But why would they do a piece on her mother being a stupid drunk? It’s not like it was news.

Naturally, Sam spoke too soon.

As the camera zoomed in, Sam felt her blood run cold. On the floor of what once was her kitchen, a broken picture frame, glass shattered around it. She knew that picture well. It was from the day she taught Tara how to ride a bike.

—-

“Okay, the brake is the right trigger. The left one is a brake too, but you shouldn’t use that. That one will stop super quick, and you’re not ready for that, okay?”

Tara looked up at Sam, her big brown eyes wide with fear. Her purple helmet wasn’t tight enough, slipping onto her forehead. Coupled with the splash of freckles over her nose and the braided pigtails on her shoulders, she looked utterly adorable. It was hard for Sam to be serious when her little sister looked like a little angel.

The two sisters were standing at the side of Tara's new bike. Well. Mostly new. Sam had stolen it from the elementary school and spray-painted it purple. Rummaging through her father’s toolbox, she had taken the training wheels off too. Now her baby sister could be just like all the other kids. Seven wasn’t too late of an age to learn how to ride a bike. Sam learned at eight years old from her friend Tracy’s mom.

She knew it was time for Tara to learn. Her baby sister had been begging for weeks to let her ride Sam’s big girl bike. But now, at the sight of her very own bike, her little sister looked unsure.

Frowning, Tara messed with the right brake, feeling the bike stop and go under her hand. She did the same with the left; her brow furrowed deeply.

Sam knelt by Tara’s side, cupping her cheek and gently rubbing her thumb in soothing circles. Her sister leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.

“What’s wrong, baby girl? Are you okay? Am I going too fast?” she asked, smiling slightly at how Tara practically fell into her hand.

Her sister shook her head, jutting her lower lip in a pout. “No, Sammy. I’m just scared. What if I fall off?”

Sam held out her hand, and Tara took it without a second thought. Looking into her sister’s eyes, she saw a mirror of her younger self. Unsure. Scared. Nervous.

She knew she had to calm Tara’s fears. Nobody had done it for her, so she was determined to do it for Tara.

Anything for her baby sister.

“Listen, honey. You’re not going to fall. You know how I know that?”

Tara shook her head, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Sam smiled, squeezing Tara's hands. “I know that because I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall. I will protect you, okay? Always,”.

“Always?” Tara feebly asked.

Without hesitation, Sam answered. “Always. I promise,”.

Tara smiled and threw her arms around Sam’s neck. “Okay. I’m ready,”.

Sam hugged her back, basking in the warmth of her baby sister.

“Okay. Let's do it!”

Sam doesn’t quite know who took the picture. Maybe the twins' mother or even her father. All she knew was that she was thankful she had swiped that picture frame from Walmart. She knew it would come in handy one day.

She was proud to be Tara’a protector. She always would be. She promised.

—-

Now staring at that picture frame smashed on the kitchen floor she grew up in, Sam started feeling light-headed.

Bloodstains were smeared on the floor and a bloody handprint caked to the wall. Shattered glass was all over the kitchen floor, and yellow caution tape covered the whole scene.

And there she saw it.

Below the bloody handprint, but above the broken picture frame, was a messy word.

S A M A N T H A

Her name was scrawled in red paint on the wall. No, not paint, blood.

She swallowed hard, shivering at the frame. None of this felt real. What was going on? Why was her name on the wall of her old kitchen? And why was it in the blood?

Who’s blood was that?

As if answering her frantic thoughts, the camera flashed back to the news reporter, and Sam saw the new headline underneath him.

LOCAL WOODSBORO TEENAGER FOUND SLAIN IN HOME: NO LEADS AT THE MOMENT.

And there was her sister’s picture again. Right above the headline. Her smiling, beautiful baby girl. A new murder case for the local news to follow.

The room around her started to spin. This wasn’t right. Tara was eighteen now. She was supposed to graduate high school this year. Sam had the date on her calendar- she promised herself that she would see her baby sister walk across the stage. Now she’s dead.

Who would kill her baby sister? Who could take her instead of Sam?

She got up, stumbling her way to the bathroom. Falling to her knees, she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. It was hot acid crawling up her throat. Shame and disgust burned in her gut, and her hands couldn’t stop shaking as they held onto the porcelain bowl.

Leaning back, Sam felt her back hit the wall, and she closed her eyes and tried to breathe.

This wasn’t right. Tara couldn’t be dead. Sam hadn’t even said hello again, much less goodbye. How could she be taken away from Sam? Who would do this?

She shakily got to her feet, hand on the wall to keep her upright. Making her way to the sink, Sam turned the water on as hot as possible. She needed to feel it tear the skin off her hands.

Something to tell her that this reality wasn’t her own.

Letting her hands grow red and angry under the steaming water, she looked up in the mirror, eyes widening at the reflection staring back at her.

Her father stood behind her, a strange look on his face. She wasn’t unaccustomed to seeing him, especially when she hadn’t taken her medication. But he usually smiled behind her, a shit-eating grin occupying his bloody face.

But Billy stood behind her, a knife in hand, blood dripping off the blade, a strange look on his face.

“You know why they did this, Sam. You know why they took her. Are you going to let that slide?” he growled, his eyes dark with bloodlust.

She swallowed hard, pulling her burnt hands from the scalding water. They were red and angry, and she couldn’t bend her fingers. Steam curled off her fingertips, and against her will, her hands shook.

“What can I do? She’s dead. She was murdered,” she choked out, her throat clenching in pain.

He just shook his head, blood spattering onto his soiled shirt.

“Are you going to let her die in vain? Are you going to let her death mean nothing?”

Sam shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. “No, no. She means everything. I promised to protect her. I promised,” she sobbed.

Billy leaned in, and Sam could feel him breathing down her neck. She shivered at the feeling.

But a genuine part of her loved knowing his control over her. It felt so fucking good to be understood and accepted for her bloodlust. Her natural state of chaos, the violence she craved to inflict on others who wronged her.

Maybe that’s why she was more than okay with his following few words.

“You can’t protect her now. But you can avenge her,” he whispered.

She straightened up, wiping the tears from her face.

“How?”

He grinned at her, and she felt something bloom in her chest.

Rage.

“You let me take over. And we will make sure that everybody knows not to fuck with the Loomis bloodline,”.

Sam blinked, and suddenly he was gone. She was left alone with just her own reflection in the mirror. Her own tear-filled eyes, and blistering hands. The pain radiated up her arms, making her teeth ache as she clenched them.

But the pain didn’t bother her. No, it was fuel. She knew Billy was right. It was time to let go of the pain she felt. It was time to inflict it on others. It was time for her revenge.

Tara wouldn’t die in vain. Sam promised to protect her. In life or death, Sam would make whoever murdered her baby sister pay for their sins.

And she would make it hurt like hell.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #sam on the warpath. time to let go #this could’ve been sad but i wanted to go a different way #inspired by my spouse #SAM CARPENTER TAKES REVENGE #yes i’m insane. i know. #ao3 author #my writing tag #AU: go with grace

[rayslittlekitten]

Not All Leaves Turn in Autumn

“You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: So this week's @writer-wednesday prompt inspired something. It's been a while since I've visited this universe. This would take place before "Carry Me Home" but a year after Jax and reader charcter breaks up and he's with Tara. I know I still haven't written what happened between them and I've just been filling in different parts of the story in pieces. One day, all the pieces will be there (hopefully!) Also, this isn't beta'd.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1500

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller & Teenager F! Reader/OC; OC (Johnny) x Teenager F! Reader/OC (Opie's sister)

Plot: Things don't turn out as expected when you introduce your new boyfriend to your friends and family.

Contains: marijuana use, kissing, jealousy, assault, cursing, angst

Your junior year just started not too long ago and fall season approached quickly. The weather’s gotten cooler, the leaves are starting to turn and Halloween decorations are everywhere. What you enjoy the most about this season are all the fun activities that come with it: the hayrides, the haunted houses, pumpkin picking and so much more festivities. Aside from the MC being a big contributor, families gather together and people of all ages are just having a good wholesome time. Traditionally it’s been you, Jax, Opie and other friends smoking weed before going into the haunted house getting the crap scared out of yourselves to getting lost in corn mazes.

This year, things are a bit different. Jax and Opie just graduated high school in June and they both have their own girlfriends to take up all their time now. You have your own boyfriend too, but it’s the first time you’re bringing him around your family and friends. The two of you met and hit it off in a math class during a summer school program a few months back and haven’t stopped talking since. He’s a real sweet kid and you’re completely smittened. 

You’re nervously waiting by the entrance where a giant scarecrow greets people as they pass through. You glance at your watch and tap your booted toe.

“Is this guy ever gonna show up?” your brother asks.

“He’s only fifteen minutes late! Chill the fuck out,” you shoot back.

“This nerd is probably not even real,” Jax scoffs.

They’ve all heard about this guy but have never seen him. 

“Shut up! You’re a nerd!” You shove Jax and he stumbles back a bit, accidentally bumping into Tara.

“Come on, guys! Leave her alone. This is her first boyfriend. Be nice,” Tara jumps in to defend you.

If she only knew. 

“Screw this. I’m not waiting around for this imaginary guy. See you guys later,” Jax says, grabbing Tara’s hand before taking off. She throws a small wave to the group while being led away.

Despite Jax falling head over heels for Tara, you can’t really hate her. She’s always been nice to you and to be honest, it’s nice to have another female around, but you’re not sure how she’s stuck around for this long. Miss Community College doesn’t seem quite cut out for the MC life, but she’s committed to Jax and has a tattoo to prove it. You’ve also seen the way Gemma looks at her and talks about her. That’s one big obstacle no amount of tattoos is ever going to be enough to overcome.

“You okay waiting here by yourself?” Opie asks. “Katie wants a candy apple–”

“Don’t put this on me! You’re the one who wants one,” Kate cuts in and playfully slaps his arm.

“It’s fine. Go have fun. I’ll find you guys later,” you reply.

“You sure?” Opie asks again.

“Yes! Just go,” you chuckle and gently shove him. 

Opie reaches to ruffle the top of your hair before taking off. You swat his hand away and frantically fix your hair. You had spent a good amount of time this morning on it. After seemingly putting every strand back in place, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You instantly turn around to find your boyfriend flashing a smile at you.

“Johnny! You made it!” you squeal, but realize you sounded a bit too excited so you try to keep your cool.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I was helping my mom with the groceries,” Johnny apologizes as he rubs the back of his neck.

“It’s alright.” Your cheeks heat up as you tuck a loose chunk of hair behind your ear. “Anyways, come on. I want you to meet my brother and friends.”

Johnny is well aware of your association with the Sons. There is no hiding it when you live in a small town, but he doesn’t care. In fact, he looks forward to putting a face on some of the names you talk about all the time. With that, you grab his hand and the two of you go on your merry way.

***

It’s been maybe an hour or so since Jax and Tara had left the group and they haven’t circled back with anyone yet. They’ve lost track of time as they’ve been too busy getting lost in the corn maze and stopping every once in a while to makeout and grope each other while sharing a joint. As they try to find their way out, they hear some suspicious noises in the distance.

“Sounds like we’re not the only ones having a good time in here,” Jax whispers and chuckles quietly after taking a hit of the joint in his hand and passing it to Tara.

“All the teenagers are doing it,” she rolls her eyes, taking the joint from him.

As they continue to make their way through the maze, the noises get louder and more lewd, their path forcing them to listen to this hot and heavy private moment.

“No, stop! It tickles!”

Jax’s ears suddenly perk up. He recognizes that voice. 

“Just for a little bit?”

“I don’t know.”

“I won’t go all the way in.”

He hears soft moaning and his feet move quicker. His perked up ears are now bright red.

“Where are you going?” Tara asks as she tries to keep up.

When he rounds a corner, he finds you cornered against the tall wall of corn by Johnny with his hand under your skirt. Suddenly, Jax grabs the back of Johnny’s shirt and yanks him off of you. You flinch at the unexpected interruption.

“Jackson!” you shout as you pull your shirt and skirt down to cover yourself and rush over to where Jax flung Johnny on the ground. “Leave Johnny alone! What are you doing?!”

“Oh, so you’re Johnny. You are real. So I hear you’re good with math,” Jax says as he hovers over Johnny. “Maybe you can solve this for me: Johnny has a whole set of white pearly teeth. If I beat his face in with my two fists, how many teeth will Johnny have left?” he threatens.

“Jackson!” You grab onto Jax’s kutte and try to pull him off Johnny. 

“The lady said no!” With one hand grasping Johnny’s shirt, Jax’s other ringed fist is cocked back.

“What the hell?” Tara finally catches up and stumbles into the scene.

“Tara! Help me get him off!” You shout.

Tara ditches the joint and rushes over, grabbing Jax’s forearm to prevent him from slamming it into Johnny’s face. Finally with the combination of both of you and Tara, you’re able to drag Jax away. He’s a lot stronger than he appears for someone who looks 150 pounds when wet.

While still on the ground, Johnny scrambles away from Jax.

“Hey, I didn’t mean any harm.” He puts his hands up. “I was being respectful.”

“It sure as fuck didn’t sound like it to me!” Jax lunges at Johnny but you and Tara are holding him back. Johnny flinches and gets up on his feet.

“Johnny’s a nice guy! He wouldn’t force himself on me.” You step in between him and Johnny.

This certainly was not the way you had intended for them to meet, but you’re also not surprised by Jax’s behavior. Despite the fact he's the one who ended what the two of you had, his jealousy disguised as protectiveness ever since then did not go unnoticed by you.

“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, but I understand you’re just being protective of her and I appreciate–” Johnny starts off.

“Shut the fuck up! As far as I know, you were being a fucking creep. You don’t get to touch her,” Jax growls as he points his finger at him.

“Fuck off, Jackson! Johnny’s my boyfriend and we can makeout and fuck all we want. We don’t need your permission,” you shoot back, stepping up to him.

“I’m gonna tell Ope,” Jax threatens.

“Go ahead. Just don’t leave out the part where you assaulted Johnny because I was consensually making out with him.” You cross your arms over your chest. 

You notice Jax’s jaw ticking and his breathing getting deeper and heavier. 

“Are… are you sure you’re okay?” Tara asks you sincerely while trying to focus on you. “Do you want to come with me and Jax?”

“I’m fine! Just leave us alone,” you reply.

“Okay, come on Jax. She said she’s fine.” Tara tugs on his hoodie sleeve. “Let’s try to find our way out. The munchies are kicking in.”

Both you and Jax stare each other down with snarls until finally Jax lets up after Tara gives him another pull.

“It was nice to finally meet you, Johnny. See you around.” 

As Jax and Tara start walking away, Jax stares Johnny down. He glances at you for a moment and you see the green in his ice cold blue eyes right before he turns facing front. He shrugs Tara’s hand off his bicep as he continues to walk away.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller #jax teller x female reader #jax teller x fem #jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #AU #you got this #writer wednesday

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Comfort Fic Challenge

The following are prompts including the genre of Comfort!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

Open Prompts

☁️Character who had to cut off their family is sad about holidays without them

☁️Character receives less than stellar grades in their school/training program

☁️Character misses a team member who isn’t around anymore

☁️Character needs to be comforted but is too proud to say it

☁️Everyone seemingly forgot about Character’s birthday

☁️Character uses mobility aids in public for the first time

☁️Character recovers after surviving a violent crime

☁️Character is insecure about a physical attribute

☁️Character worries after they relate to an unsub

☁️Character has to confront a phobia

☁️Character loses a caregiver/parent

☁️Character can’t afford a lot of gifts

☁️Character is having a flashback

☁️Character loses a pet

☁️Character comes out

☁️Character is sick

Anything else you can think of (keep reading for even more!)

Dialogue Prompts

☀️"Do you want to talk about it?"

☀️"I don't want you to be alone."

☀️"It's alright if you're not okay."

☀️"You deserved better than that."

☀️"I know it hurt. Of course it hurt."

☀️"Thank you. For being my friend."

☀️"That isn't love. Love doesn't hurt."

☀️"It isn't over until you want it to be."

☀️"There is more to your existence than that."

☀️"There will be a day it doesn't hurt anymore."

☀️"I'm sorry anyone ever let you feel anything less than love."

Character Specific Prompts

⛅️Tara wonders if she misses her husband or if she just misses vulnerability

⛅️Hotch is trying to hold it together on the anniversary of Haley’s death

⛅️Emily struggles with her self-identity after having to fake for so long

⛅️Luke struggles with feeling like the odd one out with the team

⛅️Spencer comes home after a bad meeting with his mother

⛅️JJ is worried about her abilities as a mother

⛅️Derek misses home for the holidays

⛅️Penelope has a bad sensory day

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[parvamundi]

The Han Solo metaphor falls apart disastrously when Mr. Armstrong starts bringing Sammy around for visits. Sure, it could just make him Kylo Ren, but what did that make Ollie? Besides, Auntie Lou might have been Leia but that made mom Luke and Luke didn't have any kids for her to be. Yeah. The whole thing's just been shot to shit, but that's okay. Weird as it is to be introduced to someone who goes by the same thing her father calls her, Sammy is okay people. Which makes sense.. he's an Armstrong after all. She likes watching him kick a soccer ball around in the yard, showing off his little tricks and looking pleased and bashful all at once when it makes him an easy favorite with the Mexican side of the family. Mom claims she's gonna buy him off Mr. Armstrong and sell him to the highest South American bidder and Sam, even knowing she's joking, can't help but wonder what it might be like if Sammy lived with them in her house— just down a hall instead of a whole country away on opposite coasts. She can't help but think then they might actually do what they keep dancing around doing but never do. At least she sure as hell never leans in first, even when the moment seems right, because she can never shake the thought that they only have so many days until he's on a flight back home and what would be the point in tasting something she can't actually have?

"If your dad says you're not for sale one more time, I think mom might just kidnap you." Small towel held out, she feels like some kind of a cliche, bringing the athletic boy his water bottle and something to dry off with but it hadn't started that way— it wasn't intentional. She was just... and he was over there sweaty and thirsty looking.. and it's HER house.. so it's only polite to... feel like an idiot in her own backyard, the heavy gaze of beloved aunts and uncles anything but discreet on her back. God, they're probably making bets about them. Sam flips the bird back behind herself and never takes her eyes off Sammy, as if it'll keep him from noticing. "It's not so bad here. My aunts and their Stus and Bullets actually go home sometimes. And Tara's in her shut herself up in her room phase. We could have most of the place to ourselves."

And the privacy to match. The kind she sneaks him into after dinner, when everyone's lounging about, drinking, smoking, talking... wrapped up in their own adult world; finally leaving her the room to tug him by the hand under her treehouse and set herself up with closed eyes and lightly puckered lips for a kiss.

( @echoestm )

Leaving California had become increasingly more difficult as of late. Leaving her had become nearly unbearable. Sure, there were girls on the east coast, cute ones, fun ones, but no one like her.

She was so distinct in his mind that he'd even shared his thoughts about her to his mother, which was a huge first. Suzy teared up, sniffled, and apologized for their life apart from his father and the little life Sammy had begun a whole country away. He understood, he did, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't still suck.

But he had the summer. They did. The whole summer to hang out and play and watch the grown-ups act weird around them or listen to them tease. It had been great so far, the greatest of his life maybe. Things are so different there, more laid back, fun, so much less hectic. He spends time with friends who feel like family rather than just actual family, like back home, in New York, where it's school, home, the tavern, or Aunt Anna's or Grandpa Sam's for weekend dinners. The Scotts were numerous and wonderful, but they weren't... like this.

Every time Ms. Christina talks about selling him off to the soccer (football) teams, he grins proudly and laughs at his father's reaction. When Sam mentions getting kidnapped, Sammy doesn't mind the thought, until he thinks of his mom and how much she'd miss him. He simply smiles, gives her a couple nods, but says nothing. He doesn't want to dwell on the what ifs.

And speaking of... There'd been quite a few that summer, but the particular one that consistently crossed his mind was what if they kissed. He found he couldn't stop thinking about it most of the time and only did when Mr. Loomis glared his way. In the moments he wasn't under that man's watchful eye, he considered asking Sam if he could kiss her or just leaning in and doing it and waiting for her to slug him. The time never seemed right though and he was still so unsure if that was even something she wanted.

Until she had him by the hand, drawing him to seclusion.

His brain doesn't process it at first, confused, staring down at her like an idiot for a moment when he realizes her lids are closed, lips puckered, chin tilted up. She's waiting, patiently maybe, for him to stop being a moron and make the move. Sam always seemed the type to wait for nothing, take charge, take what she wanted, and she's standing there waiting on him. He's so foolish and stupid for not moving sooner, but he's present and shifting, moving closer. A gentle hand lands on her upper arm before his presses his lips to hers, soft at first, timid, giving her space to stop this at any moment if she wants. When she doesn't pull away, Sammy applies a little more pressure, urging her to continue despite the fact that his heart feels as if it'll pound right through his sternum into hers.

#echoestm #( echoestm: sam ) #( sammy. / && answer. ) #( verse. / && whisper to a scream. ) #( ;_____; bbs )

[krikeymate]

Role reversal au? Say no more!!

How far does the role reversal go? Does Tara go down the same path that Sam does in canon, struggling under the burden of the secret? Does Sam stay in Woodsboro? Does 13 year old Tara run away instead? Does Tara still get attacked? Eeugh I'm having Thoughts.

God imagine if Tara still gets attacked for the same reasons. Sam thinks it was a random attack, but Tara knows. And she has to keep lying.

Previous.

Sam awkwardly exists between a drunken mother who stares at her whenever she enters the room (and scowls at Tara whenever she does), and her baby sister who barely speaks any more, who barely leaves her room. Sam tries to act normal, puts on a smile at school with her friends, and continues to babysit Wes and the twins, but it wears her down quickly. The way Tara won't look at her, won't speak to her, it hurts so much more than her father's absence or her mother's poor excuse of an existence ever could.

15-year-old Sam begs her mom to listen to the school and put Tara into therapy, after she got into yet another fight. (Sam thinks of the way Tara reacted when she caught Sam watching Stab last month, of the panic attack. Her sister needs help, she just doesn't know what it is she needs help for.) Christina doesn't care.

Her sister stops hanging out with Wes and the twins. She starts hanging out with Amber Freeman, a troublemaker if ever Sam saw one. She thinks she's part of the problem. Sam starts bumming cigarettes off her classmates to deal with the stress of worrying over her sister.

Tara starts skipping school and hanging out with teenagers, Sam catches them offering her a joint and gets into a fight herself (Sam ignores the fact she was skipping too). Tara doesn't look at her once as Sam berates her the entire walk home. Tara goes to slam her bedroom door when Sam catches it with her hand. "I love you and I miss you," she says, hand slipping from the door to let Tara go. She tears up when arms wrap around her waist and Tara whispers I love you back.

Tara lets Sam back in a little, but Sam still has to stand by and watch her sister become someone unrecognisable as the years go by, suffering under a weight she won't let Sam help her carry. (Her father is the key, Sam thinks. It's all his fault everything is falling apart. She wonders what he did... if he hurt Tara. She thinks maybe he must have been an awful man.) Sam doesn't recognise who she is anymore either. If this is a part of growing up, Sam doesn't want it.

Sam's 18 and newly graduated, lying in bed thinking about the acceptance letters in her desk, when Tara creeps into her room to join her on the bed. She's drunk, clearly. Sam idly wonders where she got the alcohol from as she pulls her into her arms and rests her head on her chest. Probably the same place Sam got the bottle she's hiding under the bed, from their mother's unlocked liquor cabinet. Sam wants to get away from Woodsboro, from her mother and the past and all this pain. But then who would look after Tara? Being with her like this hurts, but not nearly as much as being away from her would. Sam knows she can't go to college.

Tara starts to take drugs, and Sam gets angry. They get stuck in a cycle, they'll scream and shout and argue, only to make up days later. The secret of whatever happened all those years ago sits heavy between them. A few weeks before Tara's 16th birthday, Sam comes home to her high little sister beneath some creep on their couch, barely conscious enough to react. Sam nearly kills him. The only thing that stops her is Tara calling out her name and the loser manages to escape out the door. Sam tells Tara they can't go on like this, that things have to change.

On December 14th, Tara runs away. Sam stares at the wrapped gifts on her desk for weeks. She can't bring herself to move it. There's a part of her that wants to throw it away, to scream and cry and destroy. She gave up her future for her little sister, and where is she? Is she even safe? Why won't she answer her calls? ...Please let her be safe. Sam drinks a lot while Tara's away, resenting herself for being just like her mother. Maybe that's why Tara left. Tara's 17th birthday has come and gone when Sam, drunk off her ass, calls her phone once again on Christmas Eve and leaves a voicemail begging her to come home, to call her back, to please don't leave me, I don't want to be alone anymore. When she wakes in the morning (afternoon), Tara is sitting at the end of her bed, watching her.

Sam thinks she must be dead, or her medication has stopped working. She eyes the four wrapped gifts on her desk for a moment before looking back to Tara.

Her sister looks different. Thinner. Paler. Her clothes are too big. Sam wonders what she's been taking, where she's been. She wonders why she had to lose a year of watching her sister grow up. I was with dad, Tara later admits. The confession breaks something inside of Sam. She thought he was the problem, he was what was wrong with Tara, but if that was the case why would she run to him. It's her, right? Sam's the one who's actually the problem, Sam's the reason why Tara's like this.

Sam leaves.

2 and a half years later she gets a call that her sister's been attacked.

#/mp #ask box #autism-swagger #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #AU: role reversal #I really really wanted to have 13 year old Tara run away but I couldn't figure out how to make that work #anyway what do you think is the most tragic line here. because i know mine.

[lythea-creation]

Ghosts - Tara Carpenter x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: Tara and you have been friends your whole lives. But after a certain event, things have gotten rocky between you two. Will the ghostface attacks bring you back together or only push you further apart?

warnings: all warnings you should consider in regards of scream 5, parent with bipolar disorder and some heavy incidents coming with it (abuse), tell me if I missed any

word count: 1.381

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“What about you, (f/n)? You coming over tonight?”, Mindy invited me.

I was currently sitting on the grass in front of the school as we were having a break right now.

Mindy was planning one of her famous movie nights with us again.

Wes, Liv, Amber and Tara had already promised to join and Chad obviously did not have a choice.

My gaze wandered over to Tara holding Amber's hand and yet looking at me expectantly.

It still hurt to see the two together.

“I think I gotta pass. Sorry, Mins”, I turned her offer down.

“Aw, come on! It'd be so much fun”, she exclaimed exaggeratedly and placed her arm on my shoulders.

“I'm already busy”, I attempted to shut her up.

Mindy and I were pretty close friends. Except Tara she was probably the closest person I had.

“Seriously? On a Friday night? What plans could you have? Oh, do you have a date?”, she suggested.

“There's no way”, Chad interfered, earning a punch to his side from his sister.

I could feel Tara's eyes on me.

“It's a family thing”, I proclaimed.

“That's what they always say”, Mindy noted with a grin.

She did not know about my mom's disorder. Tara was the only one, and her sister Sam. The latter was out of the picture though, or rather out of town.

Luckily the bell saved me from any more questions and assumptions.

I did not pay attention to class. My mind was far away as I was staring out of the window. Sometimes I worried if I had inherited my mom's disease.

When the last lesson was over, Tara approached me. “Hey. Your mom is having a bad phase again?”, she suspected.

The other students had left the classroom by now.

“Where's Amber?”, I inquired.

“Waiting outside”, Tara enlightened me.

“It's the usual. You know how it goes, that it would get to this point again. I'll take care of it, just like I always do”, I announced and swung my backpack over my shoulder while standing up and turning to go.

But she stopped me by taking a hold of my wrist. “(f/n) ...”

The tears in her eyes were breaking me. Seeing her cry had always been the worst.

“Tara, why …?”, I questioned, feeling the upcoming tears as well.

She was clearly struggling to decide how to react to my question.

“You should stop this. I dunno what's up with you, but you're hurting me and yourself. And this isn't fair for Amber either”, I declared and disappeared into the corridor.

How could she pretend that everything was alright? That it was how it used to be. After all she had been the one who had broken up with me without any warning.

I walked home, trying to get a hold on myself before I had to enter the house I was living in.

“Mom? Are you home?”, I wondered.

Suddenly she appeared right in front of me, scaring the shit out of me.

She presented me a torn and sticked back together drawing from her. “I found it in the trash can after searching for hours. Did you do this?”, she questioned.

I let my backpack slide to the ground. “Mom, you did that last night”, I recalled. “You said that it wasn't good enough, remember?”

The hit came out of nowhere. Usually she would at least discuss something before getting physical.

My hand moved to my aching cheek.

“You fucking liar! Why should I destroy such a masterpiece? You're just jealous that I'm gifted and you're a nobody”, she yelled at me.

I gulped at her words. Reasoning with her in this state would not work.

“You're right, mom. I'm sorry”, I apologized for something I had not done in the first place.

“Such a shitty child. But I guess it's my own fault. I was too soft with you. Go, make dinner!”, she demanded.

I did not hesitate to flee into the kitchen.

I had gotten pretty good at predicting her episodes. It had shown last night that her mood was shifting. Her bipolar disorder was getting worse the older she got.

My mind traveled back to last weekend where we had drawn together and she had been so excited. She had praised me to no end and asked me about my friends and how I was doing at school.

But her manic episodes quickly switched from euphoric to aggressive.

And I was not sure if I should anticipate her getting out of her aggressive episode, because the depression would follow. During that time her suffering was most visible and it hurt to see her like that as well.

I set up some water to cook spaghetti and then started to prepare vegetables for the sauce.

I could hear my phone vibrating on the counter and could not help but take a look at it.

Tara:

Im sorry

How r u?

I know u dont wanna talk to me but im worried

If u dont answer me I'll come over

Im not kidding

Me:

Pls just stop

Suddenly the phone was snatched out of my hands.

“What do you think you're doing? The water is splashing all over the stove”, mom remarked angrily and pushed me toward the mess. Unfortunately with so much force that my hand ended up on the hot spilled water and slipped on to the hotplate.

“Fuck”, I screamed out as the burning on my hand immediately manifested.

“What did I tell you about cursing?”, mom exclaimed.

My hand was full of blisters and hurt like hell. Absentmindedly I let cold water flow over it.

“Don't be so dramatic and take care of the mess you made”, my mom ordered and turned the water off.

Continuing to ignore her would only make matters worse. So I obeyed and finished cooking dinner before taking care of my hand by bandaging it.

“The food is delicious, (y/n/n)! You did such a great job”, mom praised me when we were eating.

“Thanks, mom”, I replied quietly.

“What are you even doing here on a Friday night? Why aren't you out with your friends?”, she noticed.

“I'm just not in the mood today”, I lied.

“Is everything okay between you?”, she worried.

“Yeah, of course. They even invited me over, but I'm too tired”, I brushed it off.

“Okay then. Just make sure to enjoy your youth. Speaking of it … is there a special someone I should know about?”, she changed the topic.

My mind immediately wandered back to the summer holiday trip with Tara and our friends over a year ago.

We were walking through the streets of Carmel-by-the-Sea together. Chad and Liv were eager to explore some of the stores and Mindy persuaded Amber and Wes to join them. Obviously she had set Tara and me up.

Now all alone I gathered the courage to take Tara's hand, which caused her to smile. We were walking through the city chatting about anything really.

We visited some galleries and ranked the art.

At some point Tara bumped her head on a sculpture and I could not help but laugh at the face she made.

“Sorry, are you hurt?”, I worried, pulling myself together.

She was rubbing her forehead. “It's fine”, she brushed it off abashed.

I took a step toward her and pulled her hand away to look at her forehead. Gently I kissed the slightly red place.

“Better?”, I inquired.

I took note of her flushed cheeks and how her eyes wandered from my own to my lips, before we shared our first kiss.

Later on we decided to go to the beach to relax a bit and cool down from the summer heat.

Coincidentally we met our friends there and Amber immediately made her way over to Tara.

Tara however did not really have eyes for her. She was looking at me expectantly.

I took her hand and pulled her with me into the water, not caring about our clothes getting soaked.

Her laughter was still ringing in my ears.

“No. Nothing to tell”, I proposed.

Next Chapter

#tara carpenter #fem reader #scream #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x you #scream 5 #amber freeman #sam carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #wes craven #violence #love #lgbtqia + #angst #fluff #ghostface

[rockseizes]

i think the first time i realized my brother might not be.. “normal” was when we were in elementary.

there was this fifth grader who was bullying me, and since i didn’t know who else would listen to me, i told the only other fifth grader i knew. my big brother, jaiden.

he asked me to tell me about her. i told him that she would trip me during recess and pull me away from the playground. and how she threatened to get her cat on me if i went on ‘her playground’ ever again.

i couldn’t get through it all without crying — it was too frustrating.. he hugged me and said, “don’t worry, may. your big bro will take care of things.” i nodded to him, and we watched tv while doing homework for the rest of the day.

..about a week later, he didn’t come home from school with me. i heard that he took a different bus to hang out with a friend. i didn’t mind, as long as he came back. when he returned, he held a white cat in his arms. he had told me he had found a stray with his friend and wanted to play around with it.

“but isn’t that scary?” i asked.

“not really, but it’s sweet you’re worried about me.” he responded with a smile and headed to the backyard with the cat.

at around three am, i woke up out of nowhere. i think i had a nightmare. i went to jaiden’s room to talk about it, but he wasn’t there. i looked around everywhere in the house, but i couldn’t find him. not until he came in from the backyard door with a dirty shirt, and a dripping knife.

“what were you doing outside?”

“oh, great timing. i need some help throwing something away.“ “what is it?” “why don’t i just show you?”

i wish i didn’t go outside. i wish i had stayed asleep. because when i went out there, i found the stray cat, laying lifeless as its guts had been splayed out for all to see.

“..why did you do that?” i turned to look at him in complete horror. “i was curious. besides, it was only a stray.” he walked to the cat, crouched down, and started poking at its face.

“i mean, it was gonna die eventually. probably would've been a painful one too. i did it a favor.” my eyes widened in fear at his twisted logic.

“jaiden.. i.. i—“

“calm down.” he turned to look at me with his typical smile. before, it had comforted me, but now it drowned me in pure terror and confusion.

“it’s gonna be okay, alright? we’re gonna take a trip to the forest and find this kitty a nice place to rest. we’re fine.”

and so we did just that. he picked up the carcass, and led the way to the forest creek nearby our neighborhood. as he began to dig a hole with his bare hands, i trembled at the sight of the corpse in my arms. it took all my strength to not drop the cat, throw up, and cry all night.

the next day, i was walking around the neighborhood, as i saw my bully sobbing at the park. i didn’t want to talk to her, but then i noticed the missing posters of a white cat in one hand and a pretty red collar in the other.

i ran home before she could see me. she didn’t talk to me — or any of her other victims — for the rest of the year.

when i confronted my brother about it, he reminded me of her threats. how she would have used the same cat i held lifeless last night to attack and traumatize me if i were to break her useless set of rules. he told me that he was only protecting me, and by taking care of the cat, he prevented me from ever getting hurt by it.

“i’d rather hurt everything that tries to hurts you then let you get scarred even once. you’re my little sister; this is my job. trust me.” he cooed, pulling me into a warm hug.

at the ripe age of ten, i realized one thing about him. my brother was willing to resort to violence for me, and that by no circumstances could i let him take things too far. i knew what happened when you do too many bad things — i didn’t want him taken away from me. he was all i had.

..so i definitely fucked up by bringing tara to the cabin trip with me and him.

#CABIN FEVER #tw animal death #tw animal cruelty #me posting this knowing damn well nobody knows who i'm talking about #may leblanc #jaiden leblanc #tara abadi #yes its only a mention no idc

[shewrites24742]

It's not true ♥️

Hey, it's me here again after a long time. I would like to share with you something which I have experienced once in my life. Well, you guys know that I was born In a village. So let's begin with the story. I was 10yrs old when I lost my mother. She died due to a cobra bite. I was been so lonely at home I was missing my mother so much in every corner of my home there was her memory.

My father was a forest police officer. His office was near our home. Our home was big we have a housekeeper too. I was being so sad and lonely at home as well school too. I was not even talking with my friends after my mother's death. My father tries to make me laugh but I missed my mother.

2 months after the incident in our neighborhood one family came to live. In that family, one boy was my age. His name was Tejas. In Teja's family, his elder sister is named Jiya, his mother Tara, his father is named Karan and his granny was there. My father helped them to settle things at home. After some time my father came home and said me to meet them. I was not okay to meet them but my father insisted on me so yes I met them at their home. I saw his granny I went to her to talk with her, but his granny watching me weirdly she pulled my hands to her and she grabbed my hand so tightly I yelled so loud. Tejas's father came out and he helped me to get out of his granny. And he holds my hand and we enter their home. She made me sit on the chair. His mother bought me some milk and biscuits. His father was a woodcutter and makes fancy things from them. His father told me if I want some delicious food u can come to our home. My wife makes good food. And there Tejas came down from his room. His father said him to take me out to play. Tejas holds my hand and we went out to play.

On the backside of their home, there are some trees his father was making a swing for us. His father came to me. Took me up and made me sit on the swing and pushes me. I felt so happy that time. My father came and he saw me smiling after a long time. He was happy to see me smiling but he went to his office. Tejas's mother called his father to help her with the kitchen stuff. Tejas and I were playing and swinging together a lot. And in the evening I went back to my home. I pulled my dairy out which my mother gave to me. And for the first time, I drew one drawing which is about Tejas and me swinging on the swing. I was so happy. At 8.30 pm my father came back home from the office and he said me to get dressed cause our neighbor's family called us to have dinner with them. I was so happy we went to their home. Had dinner and talked a lot. I went to his mother she's such a sweet woman she gave me some chocolates too. But I like the food which she made tonight for dinner. After some time we went back to our home. My father came to my room and asked me about the day I spent with them. I told him everything I was so happy to have a new friend. After listening to all the things my father hugged me and said "I'm glad that you're happy my princess".

And I slept hugging my dad. But at midnight I saw 2 eyes watching us from the window. It was scary a lot it was red and shiny I woke up from my bed to see what it is but it was gone. And then I felt someone's hand on my shoulder I got so scared I screamed a loud. And there was my father. He asked me why I woke up but I said him nothing and slept hugging him.

The next morning our school time was there I'm glad that tejas was in my class. Our school auto-dropped us at the school, we went to our class. In the art period we all kids were making things from clay. Tejas made a wolf from it and I made a flower. But one mischievous boy came and broke my clay flower tejas got so angry with him that he pushed the mischievous boy to the wall. When I touched Tejas's hand he was so warm like a heater. He was burning like a fire. But I hugged him and make him calm. But then Tejas has been so quiet whole the time.

We came from school I don't know what happen to him. I was doing my homework and then Tejas came to my window and asked me to come out for play. I went out with him to play. We hang out the whole evening and played games. We came to his home and there I saw her granny she was behaving weirdly it was a full moon night. She was cracking herself on the floor I got so scared. And his mother came to the granny room and close all the windows from the curtains. And then I heard roaring from granny's room and a scratching noise coming too. I got so scared. And there we heard some wolf voice from the forest.

My father and his team went into the forest to hunt after some time we heard a gunshot so loud and a wolf voice too. I don't know what was happening I went to Tejas and asked him about it, but he's not speaking to me. His mother and sister closed all the windows from the curtains immediately. My father came home and called me too. After 30 minutes we saw Teja's father come home from his car. He got hurt due to a bullet. My father helped him out and rushed him to the hospital and told me to stay at Teja's home cause it's not safe to be alone. And then I came to his home I saw the granny's room was open I went inside and what I saw was horrible her room was destroyed with scratches from the wolf and there were some blood marks too on the wall. I went close to see his granny her eyes were red and brown I got so scared and ran to tejas mother she hugged me and there I saw one wolf over the door and he came close to us and than.................... N I think it's not true but it's just a dream.

[k1nky-fool]

pt 2 electric boogaloo or whatever i didnt watch whatever that meme came from also these have a few more because i didnt want it to be as short since were missing like 2 other characters (cause yk i usually ask 4 or 5, its not favoritism i just like them to be even)

Maeko- 4, 7, 11, 22, 45, 51, 52, 55

Mania- 2, 8, 19, 25, 30, 45, 51, 53

love you :) I hope you feel better !!!

I'm feeling a bit better now that I have my distraction.

Maeko

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

I've mentioned a few times that Maeko was a softball player in high school and college, and that's definitely something she wishes she could do more often. She hasn't played in years, but she'd definitely like to have a reason to run without her life being in danger.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

"Ayo, who's funky kid is this!?" Even if she has all her kids, she can never shake the feeling that one of them has wandered off, and one of them might be in front of a stranger.

Let's be honest, pretty much everyone would say something relating to her kids. Kugo would know to pick whichever kid she's the most worried about at that moment, and Ahmya would likely just start crying.

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

"Who's your favorite child?"

You'd assume the correct answer is that she doesn't have a favorite, or that she loves all of her children equally, but Maeko actually has a bit that she's been using ever since she met Tamaki Amajiki. He's her favorite, and she will not elaborate.

But I will elaborate. Basically she met Amajiki when he started his work study with Fatgum, and he got along very well with her kids. So well that all of them immediately behave when he shows up, and they get unironically excited whenever they see him, even well into high school. So everyone in the Sakamata family knows that Tamaki Amajiki is her favorite child.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Maeko absolutely hates swimming. Which seems odd considering who her spouses are. Beach day is already a nightmare for Maeko, but as soon as someone suggest she go in the ocean, she's walking home no matter how far it is.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Oatmilk. She hates the taste, and the gross film that it coats her tongue in, and it's a much worse version of an already great milk alternative of almond milk. She won't judge you if you do like it, but if you thought you were doing something nice and bring her any coffee with oatmilk in it, she will hit you.

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Not so much a phrase as a facial expression that she does a lot that I struggle to write every time she does it. I feel like the expression is worth more than enough words. It's sort of one of those

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faces that she makes when she's stumped or slightly annoyed and can't do anything about it.

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Sometimes she doesn't have the time to wait for the facts, and has to go off a gut feeling, but any time she can wait for facts, she will.

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

You'd think as a private investigator, she'd actually enjoy extensive research, but if she could make literally anybody else comb through files, news sites, police reports, and records, she would pay them so much money. But unfortunately, she needs to know all that stuff and she can currently only trust herself to get that information and compile it in a way that makes sense to her.

Mania/Tara

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Very strictly. If I'm being entirely honest, the only reason she ever called Flynn a friend is because he proved exactly what he was willing to do to keep her alive and safe. The only other person she'll really consider a friend is Dr. Kostadinov for pretty much the same reason.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Even more strict than the term "friend." As you can imagine, vulnerability for her is extremely rare, and when it comes to ever letting someone know she’s comfortable enough around them to be vulnerable, she will likely second guess herself several times before she ever gets brave enough to say it.

19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Tara’s first solution would be to give them the silent treatment, in favor of trying to get the hell out on her own. If it’s a silly situation where it’s clear they have to work together in order to get out, she’ll only talk about how to get out, and blatantly ignore any efforts to talk about something else. If they specifically trapped her there so she couldn’t escape while they talked to her, you can imagine that they’re lucky if her answer isn’t violence. If her answer is to finally confront them, then it will likely be a massive showdown regardless.

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Tara always had a bias toward science classes, but her second love was actually horror media. She can track the horror genre to its beginning and she has several essays on the genre, including her pride and joy, the history of queer representation in horror media.

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

If she’s managed to mess something up in her profession of mechanical repair, then someone’s probably gonna die. If she managed to send something away and it blew up and killed someone, Tara would be absolutely destroyed. And her new profession of demon killing has very similar consequences. If she fails to kill something, it’ll either kill her, or go after someone else that can’t protect themself.

Now, personal guilt will very likely result in avoidance. Tara will outright ignore and avoid whoever she thinks she wronged until it's either too much, or they confront her about it.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Any red and white color scheme. It's easy to try and say that it's because the Lazarus facility used that color scheme, but honestly, Tara had hated it long before she ever met Dr. Hive. She just thinks it looks so stupid no matter how you slice it, and she will bully you about it.

She also just absolutely hates caramel. It's literally just sugar, and it's not even good. It's so much work for literally no flavor. It's nothing but sweetness and there's no way to balance it with any flavor that doesn't make her want to throw up.

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

I think "fuck" counts as a phrase considering how many different ways she uses it.

But specifically "I think the fuck not." I am disappointed with how few times I've actually managed to write it in.

53. Who would / do they believe without question?

Literally nobody, especially not as of now on the story. Even long into the future, not even her closest friends or lovers are beyond question. Her life is just too high stakes for there to be anybody that she trusts with no thought.

#doom oc #oc ask game #mha oc #switchblades #kugo x maeko #kugo sakamata x oc #doom slayer x mania #tara callaghan #tara callaghan x flynn taggart #kugo x maeko x ahmya #maeko onami

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I just had a small little blurb idea lol

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Requested: no

Pronouns: female

Warnings: angst, some swearing, vaping, anemia medication, lmk if I missed any

(My logic for his apartment layout makes total sense 👌🏽)

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Jake was filming yet another video in Colby’s apartment late at night. They were doing a sleeping over at best friends apartment pt. II. Corey, Sam, Jake and obviously Colby were helping set up a blanket fort in the middle of his apartment while Tara was helping film the boys goofing off.

It was getting late, around 9:00pm when Y/N had just gotten home. She wasn’t sure who her neighbor was exactly she just knew that they would be very noisy at points but she didn’t really mind seeing as she wasn’t home much. Y/N was either always at dance practice or at the bar picking up extra shifts. Moving out to LA by herself was something she had done as soon as she graduated high school because living in her childhood home was not something appealing or good for her.

As soon as Y/N stepped up to her front door she could hear a lot of commotion coming from next door. Laughter and light shouting could be heard coming from Colby’s apartment. As She stepped in, she dropped her dance and work bag as her cat Kiwi came up rubbing against her leg. Picking him up, she took him into her room as she got ready for her shower. Setting him down Y/N stepped under the warm shower stream letting the water pressure soothe her aching back. After shampooing, conditioning and such she stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around her body. Wringing out her hair as she stepped into her room to find a shirt and some underwear to sleep in.

What Y/N didn’t know was that next door Jake had suggested they play bowling. He had recently bought a a bowling kit of some sort with a 12 pound ball and some pins. Jake being Jake suggested playing it in Colby’s living room, setting the pins up on the shared wall between Y/N and Colby’s apartment. It was going well so far, everyone was taking turns and laughing. It was a mystery how Tara kept a straight face while filming. Colby was getting sleepy since he had had a pretty long day but was having fun nonetheless. Occasionally taking a hit from his vape.

Y/N had finished changing into a gray oversized Scooby-Doo shirt and a fresh pair of woman’s boyfriend boxer briefs. Feeling a bit lightheaded she treaded to her kitchen to see if she could cook something like to take her iron with. The loud smack of the bowling ball hitting the floor made her shake her head as she saw nothing edible in her fridge. Walking away she took the small iron tablet hoping for the best seeing as she didn’t eat anything. A loud crash startled her causing her to drop her glass cup with water. She heard some startled shouts from a few guys as she stepped carefully into her living room. Kiwi had run to her so she picked him up, walking warily towards the center. As she turned to her left she saw a bowling ball sized hole in her wall with four heads peaking through the hole with guilty expressions. Colby let out the smoke he inhaled from the cape as he chuckled nervously and waved.

“Hi…” Colby let out with a small guilty chuckle as Y/N stood in her oversized scooby shirt holding Kiwi as a form of protection

“What the fuck!?”

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Word count: I have no idea

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Sooo first blurb I guess lol. Part 2??

#sam and colby #xplr club #xplr #sncb #sam and colby imagine #jake webber #corey sherer #sam golbach #colby brock