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kissohee · 5 months

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idol!sungchan x idol!eunseok x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 1.5k+ ☆ one-shot mdni! synopsis; car sex warnings; handjob, unprotected sex, breeding, sungchan and reader are in a relationship, shotaro and seunghan are in the car

It was very rare when staff allowed you to come along with Sungchan during schedules. And when you are, you and Sungchan are expected to be on your best behavior. Aka. In public you have to pretend to be staff and Sungchan has to pretend he doesn't care about you. Eventually, Sungchan got fed up with that and he begged the company for one of two things. You were allowed to be seen with him in public or he could bring you on any schedules he wants. The company was not on board for the whole open relationship idea, so they agreed to let you come along when wanted.

Only thing was that you would go in a different car and not the one Riize would go in. Not because the company didn't want you too, but because there was zero space. Unless they would split up the cars, then they'd allow you to be with him. You were watching Riize film something for some promotion thing you completely forgot the name of, only coming because Sungchan begged you prior to come along since he said it would take all day to do and that was supposed to be your day together. You had zero problem with it, you loved Riize. They were always so supportive and excited whenever you came along. And you enjoyed watching them shoot, mainly because Sungchan's arms were around you whenever he wasn't, but also because when he was, you get to stare at handsome Sungchan at work. "And that should be it!" The camera man turns the camera off, you watch as Sungchan makes his way towards you, placing a soft kiss on your lips before checking the time. "It's late, I'm gonna quickly get out of these clothes and we'll head home okay?" It wasn't that late, but the sooner you got out of there the better, you were starting to see the set every time you closed your eyes. Now for the unfun part, figuring out what the seating arrangement would be for the car ride back. After what felt like an extremely long discussion, you guys decided to split up. Anton, Sohee and Wonbin would go in one car while Shotaro, Seunghan, Eunseok, Sungchan and you would go in another. Sungchan made the point that someone in the other car should switch with him, so that you could also have a seat. But, the 3 were very stern about not switching, claiming they were really tired and wanted to stretch. Since no one was changing their mind, Sungchan accepted the fact that you would be sitting on his lap. Except he really didn't want that. Sungchan is very good at many things, but he is not good at self control, and today just happened to be a day where he really really needed you. It took everything in him to not drag you into a changing room and fuck you there while he was on break. So he opted to sitting in the back, so at least there could be slight privacy. What didn't cross his mind is that someone would have to be sitting in the back as well. After another, except this time, short discussion, they decided that Eunseok would sit in the back as well. The moment you sat on Sungchan, his hands held your thighs. Lightly squeezing them every few seconds. His breath hot on your neck. After a while, you were sure everyone else knocked out, tired from the past photoshoot. Sungchan however, was wide awake, having trouble resting his eyes due to how bumpy the ride was. Sungchan swears he was sent to hell with the way the route they were going had so many speed bumps. His clothed cock making contact with you with every jolt. He knew you felt it, there was no way you couldn't. "I need you."

You experimentally adjusted yourself on his lap, Sungchan lowly groaning in your eyes, stuffing his face in the back of your neck, "You can't wait like 20 minutes?" "They won't know." Technically, if you guys are discreet about it, you could probably get away with it. But it could also be incredibly risky. If someone catches you it could either result in their respect lowering for you, or you being banned from ever going to another schedule with Sungchan ever again. "Make it quick." "You don't have to worry about that," Sungchan wastes no time taking his cock out through the zipper of his pants, moving yours enough for access before pushing your panties to the side and stuffing himself in you. You hold onto the back of the seat in front of you, making sure not to disturb Shotaro sitting in it. He waited a second before thrusting up into you, forcing you to bite your lip to avoid making noises. You could never get used to how big Sungchan is, and normally you'd be a loud mess but this felt like a test from the devil himself. "I've been wanting to do this all day," Sungchan slams your hips down on his, "How I wished I was inside of you instead of doing that stupid photoshoot." "Sungchan.." You moan, loud enough for only him to hear you. His fingers dragging up your skin under your shirt, the warmth of his hands making you sweat. Despite Sungchan controlling your hips, you were unable to stop yourself from doing so as well. Bouncing on his cock soft enough to not make any noises, though is was pretty hard to cover the noise of how wet your pussy sounded every time he thrusted in. It wasn't until you swear you saw something move next to you, where you swear your heart stopped. "You guys are not discreet at all.." Sungchan stops, holding your hips tight, his cock deep inside you as you acknowledge the fact that the person right next to you, was in fact awake.

"Shit- Eunseok I'm sorry-" Sungchan he says quietly, just enough for the other male to hear. "It's fine." Eunseok manspreads slightly, "Just wished you could've let me know ahead of time." Sungchan keeps still, unsure to wether or not he should continue. On one hand, he really needs to cum, on the other, he doesn't want Eunseok to feel uncomfortable. "You guys can continue if you want, I'm not stopping you." The second Eunseok says that, Sungchan goes back to fucking up into you without saying a word back. You could feel eyes on you though, and that makes you let out a soft moan. You notice the way Eunseok warily palmed himself through his jeans, and it seemed you weren't the only one who noticed when you feel Sungchan tap you lightly. "Y/N help him." Eunseok stopped and moved his hand away, not seemingly too embarrassed that he got caught, "She doesn't have to if she doesn't wan- fuck.." You place your hand on top of his hard on, lightly massaging it the way he just was. You helped Eunseok unzip his pants, pulling his cock out from his boxers so your entire fist could work him. Eunseok and Sungchan were pretty close, but you never thought in your entire life of living that you would be in the back of a car getting penetrated by your boyfriend, while giving a handjob to another member of his group. Let alone the fact that Sungchan suggested it. Considering he was always pretty possessive, constantly saying he'd be pretty willing to knock a man out if they looked at you in any way. But maybe it's the fact that he knows you're his, and so he has nothing to worry about. You were too busy on the current circumstances to take realization in the way noises were made. A mix between Eunseok's pre cum and the movement of your hand made a wet sound that could be heard easily if you try really hard enough. One hand working his cock while the other focused mainly on his tip, Eunseok was seeing lights. You were all to aware of how close you were now, too determined on making Eunseok cum to even tell Sungchan. Although Sungchan didn't seem like he was in a communicative mood either, forcing your hips up and down his cock while he made low grunts. Your started to lose focus on your hands when you felt buildup in your lower stomach, "Sungchan please 'M gonna-" Sungchan knocks the words out of your mouth, forcing his cock to go as deep as it possibly could inside of you. The full feeling making your mind go numb as you orgasm all over Sungchan's cock. The sight alone sending Eunseok to his climax, his hips fucking up into you before twitching, cum shooting out onto your hand and the back of the seat in front of him, "Sh-shit.." You felt as Sungchan's cum filled you up, nails digging into the sides of your waist. He pulls out, fixing your panties so they hold his cum inside, finding the entire situation much hotter now that he returned to reality. Sungchan's arms wrapped around you when he felt you lose strength, resting on him behind you. He made circles with his fingers softly on the parts of your hips that he knew he held onto too harshly. "This was a one time thing," Sungchan looks at Eunseok, "It's never happening again, so if that thought's in your head, get it out." "Whatever you say man," Eunseok closes his eyes, hoping to find sleep in the small amount of ride there was left.

wrote this at 3am, night time is very dangerous for me - 🐠

#i did not read this after i wrote it so if theres problems in the writing... no there isnt #riize smut #riize x reader #sungchan smut #sungchan x reader #eunseok smut #eunseok x reader

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cobaltperun · 3 months

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Lost (17) - Satellite

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.4k

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-That's why we won't back down we won't run and hide-

Though you weren't exactly happy about it, you, Tara, and Sam accepted Gale's help, so now the four of you, as well as Kirby and Bailey found yourself in a former movie theater turned shrine for Ghostface.

You felt sick. Angry that someone could actually worship these monsters. So many people died. Everyone in this theater, aside from Bailey, was attacked at least once. You kept an eye on others, on Gale as she passed by Dewey's photos or her own books. On Kirby and Bailey as they focused on whatever grabbed their interests. On Sam as she went and touched the glass case holding Billy's mannequin. On Tara as she went over to Sam.

You were stuck observing crime scene photos from when Amber attacked Tara. You saw Tara's wounds, you knew minute details of each and every scar she had. You never saw the photos of her house from that night. You clenched your fists, wishing you shot Amber, you wished you could go back and finish her off instead of forcing Tara to do it.

You saw Tara going outside and were about to follow her when your phone rang. This time you checked the ID and saw it was Thomas. His timing really was the worst. With a groan, you answered the phone.

"Hey, Y/N, sorry to call like this, but I heard you didn't go to the gym last night," he opened up with that right away.

"Yeah, sorry, something came up," you didn't sound sorry at all, you'd abandon the gym a hundred times over if needed.

"Look, I know these past two weeks have been tough and I may have asked too much of you-" you really didn't feel like having this conversation.

"I'm busy right now, we'll talk later," you hung up before he could even respond to that. Since your phone was already in your hand you tried to call Susan one more time, but, as it always did these past two days, it just went to voicemail. "Fuck!" you cursed and stuffed your phone in your pocket.

"Troubles?" Bailey asked and you just now realized you were alone with him.

"Are you asking, or questioning me?" you still didn't know where the police tracker came from. There was no way you were trusting anyone.

"Just asking, sorry if I'm overstepping," he raised his hands.

You nodded. "You are overstepping," you said and tilted your head in the direction Tara and others went. "After you."

He sighed, but otherwise remained silent and complied with your wishes. The two of you found Sam and Gale in the midst of, from what you could see, burying the hatchet.

"Where's Tara?" you asked right away, honestly hoping you didn't all walk into a trap set by Ghostface.

"Kirby is with her, they went upstairs, wherever that leads," Sam told you.

"I think I have a plan how to catch these fuckers," Bailey said and you desperately wanted to agree with the plan. The sooner this was over the better.

~X~

You absolutely hated the plan Bailey had. And you were vocal about it. So, here you were, at the park, next to the van Kirby would trace the call from with Tara trying one last time to get her to change her mind.

"Tara, please, at least think this through," you pleaded, already certain you were wasting your breath, but you couldn't just give up.

"I thought it through, Y/N, I'm staying with Sam," Tara leaned against the van with her arms crossed over her chest.

"It's dangerous, at least let me come with you," if you couldn't get her to stay safe, then you might be able to convince her to let you come with her and Sam.

"It won't work if you're there. You can fight them," Tara huffed, clearly getting frustrated as well. The two of you had been going back and forth on this ever since Bailey proposed the plan and she decided she wouldn't let Sam do it alone.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache over this whole plan. And they weren't even out in the open yet. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Tara narrowed her eyes at that. "And it's fine if Sam gets hurt?!" she raised her voice and tightly gripped her left biceps.

"I didn't say that," you took a step back, trying to cool your head at least a bit.

"No, but you think I could get hurt, so you think Sam could get hurt and you're not trying to convince her not to do it," Tara took a few deep breaths.

"You and I both know I'd much rather take Sam's place, but no, Ghostface is after her so anyone else won't do!" you yelled, what little cool you managed to regain fading away way too quickly for your liking.

"Like you left last night? Right? Like how you chose to put yourself in danger even after you saw there was a tracker on your car?! Do you even understand how worried I was?!" somehow this was reminding you of the night you told Tara you were retiring from MMA.

"I fucked up, okay?" you spread your arms for a moment then let them drop at your sides. "I thought they'd try to finish me off first and figured I could use the opportunity."

"Yeah, you thought putting yourself in danger and possibly fighting someone that defeated you before was okay, but this isn't?" Tara asked incredulously.

"So, your solution is to go ahead and do something equally reckless? Is that what you're saying, Tara?" you had no idea how you weren't already shouting. You felt like screaming, but you still didn't shout.

"She's my sister, Y/N! I'm her backup, and if it comes down to it we'll keep each other safe!" Tara yelled and, perhaps to avoid arguing further began walking toward where Sam was getting ready with Kirby and Bailey.

"Yeah, because being with Sam sure kept you safe every time Ghostface was involved!" you just snapped and watched as Tara turned around.

She was glaring at you. "Don't you fucking dare, Y/N," she warned.

For once you glared back. "Am I wrong?" you challenged. As long as you could move and you were there no one, not Amber, not Richie, not whoever these Ghostfaces were, managed to touch her, let alone hurt her. Sam didn’t have the same track record.

Tara reached you, anger evident in her eyes, and then, as if she just made that decision at that exact moment, swung her palm toward your face. You caught her wrist, entirely unimpressed with how telegraphed the attempted slap was. "Don't ever try that again," you let go of her wrist and climbed into the van, shutting the door behind you.

You slumped down and absentmindedly touched the scar on the right side of your jaw. Once again you called Susan, once again you were left in silence. You looked at the last text exchange you had with her, the word fun popping up for some reason. Maybe you should take that vacation the moment this all ends, or at least the moment everyone heals up. Maybe spend a week or two in Sacramento, only you and Susan, and then come back to New York with her for Thanksgiving.

Maybe taking that small break from one another's company would be good for Tara, after all this wasn't the first fight in the past few days, and that one was before you even knew Ghostface was back. Sure, you talked it out and kissed it better, but this one just brought it back to your mind.

You only opened your eyes when you heard the doors opening because you wanted to be sure Kirby was the one coming in.

"You look awful," she commented.

"You look like it's none of your business," you replied, not really in the mood to discuss this with her.

"Someone's cranky," she just shrugged and you chose not to respond.

Too much time passed before Ghostface finally called, bragging about being a step ahead. And he was. He went after Gale. Bailey got in the van and turned the engine on.

"Where are Tara and Sam?!" you jumped to your feet.

"They stole my car!" he exclaimed.

At this rate, you were going to have a heart attack. "Who's driving?!"

"Tara," that girl was going to be the death of you.

"Are you crazy?! Tara can't drive! How are you even a cop you incompetent fuck?! How could someone just steal your damn car?!" a rage-fueled part of your brain cynically told you this was to be expected. That you should have realized Tara was too reckless to consider her own safety even back when she stubbornly convinced you to take her with you when you went after Sam back to Woodsboro after she just barely survived two attacks and had a broken leg. That you should have realized it when she first disappeared and went to a party with complete strangers.

When you finally reached Gale's apartment building you saw Tara and Sam sitting in the hall and you ran up to them.

Tara looked up when she heard you and she got up rushing to meet you halfway, only to stop, as if suddenly remembering the last interaction you had. You took a deep breath and just pulled her into a hug. She quietly sobbed into your chest as you held her.

"Is Gale still alive?" you asked softly and relaxed when Tara nodded.

"She was seriously injured, but she should be fine," she told you when you released her, your heart cracking a bit when you saw the pain in her eyes when you pulled away. With a hand on her back, you led her back to where Sam was still sitting.

"Hey," you squeezed Sam's shoulder, hoping to comfort her a bit.

"Hey, sorry we left you with Kirby and Bailey," she apologized and placed her hand on top of yours for a moment. You just nodded and sat down with Tara.

Soon enough you saw Danny running in. "Hey, I came as soon as I could," he ran up to you, looking mostly at Sam.

"Did you?" Tara challenged and he just looked at her, perhaps knowing better than to add fuel to the fire.

"More importantly, what now?" you chose to save him from Tara's anger.

"Maybe he gets to win this time," Sam's words made alarms go off in your head as you turned to look at her.

"What?" you demanded.

"He wants to punish me," she explained, on the verge of tears. "Me," she stood up and faced Tara and you. "So maybe I let him. I'll just give myself up."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing and for a split second, you wondered if Sam lost her mind or if you were hallucinating. "Fuck that! Who do you think you are, huh?!" you got up and stormed away from Sam. "Giving herself up? Unbelievable!"

"If this is what it takes to keep you safe, it's worth it," the only reason you weren't yelling that she was out of her mind was because she was crying. Sam was crying and you rarely saw that.

You couldn't convince her, so you'd leave it to Tara and maybe scold her once this was all over.

Tara stood up and approached Sam. "No, we're not doing that, Sam. You went back to Woodsboro to protect me. Every single day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive if it weren't for you. You have to let us protect you this time," Tara told her without a single hint of doubt in her words.

"No," Sam said weakly.

"Yes," Tara said firmly and from the corner of your eye you saw her pulling Sam into a hug. "We're a team, remember? I can't lose you, Sam, it feels like I just got you back in my life."

That was definitely going to work. The question remained though. What to do next?

"He's gonna keep coming after us," Sam pointed out while hugging Tara back.

"We could use that, though," Tara said and somehow you just had the feeling she was about to suggest something reckless before she even spoke up.

The plan? That involved Bailey and Kirby? Lure Ghostface into the movie theatre they used as a shrine and execute them. When Tara said she intended to execute Ghostface you looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and just accepted it.

'At this point, the best I can do is be the fucking bodyguard,' a moment later you wondered when was the last time you cursed this much. "Right, off to the murder shrine, where we'll definitely have the upper hand," you couldn't help but grumble.

~X~

You drove to the murder shrine, in your car, just you, Tara, Sam, and Danny. No public transport. Nope. none of that. You were not about to be suspicious of every stranger on the train.

When you parked outside the theatre you saw Kirby waiting for you.

"I talked to Bailey, let's get you all inside," she went right down to business, but Sam abruptly turned around and faced Danny.

"Not you," she said.

"What?" he asked.

"Don't trust anyone, remember? We don't know you, not really," she told him.

"I don't know, Sam, we could use extra muscle," you still weren't sure you could defeat that Ghostface in a one-on-one, let alone with at least two more on his side.

"Y/N is right and you know me," Danny tried to convince her.

"You're not Woodsboro. I'm sorry," Sam wasn't listening.

"It's okay. It's okay, I get it. Just be safe, okay?" he kissed her cheek.

Sam nodded. "You too," with that, she turned around and the rest of you followed, leaving Danny behind.

"Good call," Kirby said as the four of you entered the theatre.

~X~

Things just kept getting better and better, Kirby was the only one with a gun, the only one with any weapon, really, and you only had one exit.

Perhaps seeing the tense look on your face prompted her to do it, but Tara took your hand and pulled at it, frowning when you didn't comply.

"Come with me for a minute?" she requested, looking softly into your eyes.

"Now? You want to separate from Sam now?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Please, Y/N," you could never resist her for long. Thus, you complied, letting her lead you outside of the shrine and into the hall where you figured tickets used to be sold. "You're stressed," she said, not quite getting into your personal space, but still remaining close to you.

"Can you honestly blame me? I'm one bad thing away from just breaking down, Tara. I'm just tired," the first time this happened you had moments to rest, you slept, and you felt safe at Susan's place, for the last twenty-four hours even when you weren't in constant danger you were either arguing with Tara or trying to reach Susan.

Sure, you slept yesterday, but that was over thirty hours ago at this point and you were really feeling the stress that accumulated over the past two weeks.

"It'll be over soon," she said, reaching up to touch your cheek, but stopping mere inches away from it. As if trying to slap you suddenly put an invisible barrier between you that was only temporarily broken by the adrenaline caused by what happened to Gale.

For once, you chose not to lean into her touch. "Let's go back to Sam," you said and Tara nodded, lowering her hand. She walked in front of you and you went back to the shrine to see Sam running toward the doors you just walked through with a knife in her hand.

You were immediately looking around, trying to see if she was running from someone, but somehow you couldn't see anyone.

"It's Kirby! She made this whole theatre a kill box, for us!" Sam explained rapidly.

"What?" you asked, but it made sense. The police tracker on your car, only Kirby having a gun, locking you here...

"Bailey is on the way here, but-" Sam continued as you went back to the middle of the shrine.

"Stay back to back," you interrupted her and the three of you stood in a circle, making sure you had each other's back.

"Wait, wasn't it Bailey's idea to use you as bait?" Tara reminded Sam.

"And Kirby refused to let Gale come with us," Sam said, frantically looking around for any trace of Kirby.

"Unless he figured that's what would happen. Just to be sure, how about we don't trust either of them?" you suggested.

Tara nodded and you felt her brushing her fingers over your hand.

You took and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Ghostface appears you stay still, you hear me. Don't make sudden moves," you could pull either of them behind you and counter-attack at any time, you just needed them to stay calm.

You heard footsteps coming from your left, where Sam was and you moved, getting between the masked attacker and her just in time to catch his fist and punch his face. "Fuck running, I'm fighting you head-on," you said as he stumbled back, from the grunt of pain you figured this was probably the one you stabbed last night.

The second one jumped out, but they didn't attack, choosing to circle the three of you instead.

"Sam, Y/N," Tara was close to panicking and you knew why. The third one. He still wasn't there.

"I need you to be ready! You ready?" Sam asked she had her back to Tara's while you moved to stand closer to the front of her while not blocking her direct line of sight. Sam even handed Tara a brick.

Tara took a deep breath. "I'm ready," she took another deep breath. "Come on motherfuckers!" unnecessary, but as long as she was calm and ready.

Shooting made both Ghostfaces take cover and you turned to see Kirby, bleeding from the side of her head, and more importantly with a gun in her hands.

Somehow, you relaxed, if she wanted to shoot you, she probably would have done it and used the element of surprise.

"Maybe it's not you after all," you said and turned to Sam. "Come on, what's the point of keeping cover at this point? Your aim really sucks though. Not even one bullet hit them," you said, you'd still keep your guard up around her, but for now you figured you could tentatively trust her.

"My head is bleeding, Y/N," she deadpanned.

"Meh, excuses," you replied.

"Kirby, get away from the girls!" Bailey rushed in, with his gun raised.

"Whatever you think, I'm not the killer!" Kirby quickly denied any involvement in this mess. "I don't know what he's been telling you, but don't listen to him!"

And then the third Ghostface, the one you were the most worried about, came up behind Bailey.

"Behind you!" Kirby yelled only for Bailey to shoot her.

"Great job, you three," Bailey said as the three Ghostfaces stood by his side.

'Right, this is happening. Four of them, just great,' you thought as you fully expected Bailey to point his gun at the three of you.

"You?" Tara asked.

"Yeah, of course, it's me. Frankly, I expected more from you after what you did to us," he declared.

"Us?" Sam repeated.

"Let me guess, Quinn?" you figured since he was saying 'us' maybe his daughter was involved as well.

Indeed, the Ghostface to Bailey's right took the mask off, and sure enough, it was Quinn.

"Hello, almost roomies. Too bad I couldn't resist messing with you when we met, but it was a good way to not be on the suspect list," she said.

Then the Ghostface to Bailey's left took off his mask. "Mindy was right, it was easy to juke the roommate lottery!" Ethan exclaimed. "All I had to do to get close to you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad. Fuck, I can't wait to kill him!" he pointed the knife at the mask he was holding. "This was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis. Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family..."

"Wait for it," Bailey chimed in.

"My name isn't Ethan Landry, is it dad?" and Bailey just laughed at that, as if there was actually something funny.

"Dad?" Tara's eyes widened.

"And then they tell Sam it runs in her family," you sighed as Ethan and Quinn began pacing around once again. You remained focused on the only remaining masked one.

Bailey explained his plan, saying how they were counting down to Billy's mask. Jason and Greg, bodega, Sam's therapist, your shared apartment, that was four, with four of them there were now eight masks. The idea that one, Amber's mask, was still missing worried you. Was Gale the ninth mask? That didn't make sense, no mask was left behind and it was the last attack, not the first as the countdown should imply.

Convinced that the fourth one was content with watching you began walking around Tara and Sam, keeping light on your feet, and making sure Quinn and Ethan were on your opposite sides the whole time. This way you could react to either of them attacking. They wouldn't be allowed to touch either Tara or Sam, not with you right there.

"I'm gonna need you to put it on," Bailey offered the mask to Sam, but she slapped it out of his hand.

Ethan went in to slash her, but you stepped in, making him halt before he could reach you. "How are the wounds?" you taunted and just as it looked like he was about to back away the fourth one spoke, still using the voice changer.

"Step back, she'll just hit you again," he warned, actually sounding amused, and though it was clear Ethan didn't like that, he did step away.

Their plan was insane, though it was working out well for them so far. They ruined Sam's reputation, courtesy of Quinn's efforts, and as Ethan explained it further Quinn made a mock attempt to stab Tara.

You once again moved in time, regardless of her intentions, and pulled Tara behind you.

"Truly a guard dog," Quinn mocked and that's when it all clicked for all three of you.

They weren't Amber's family, but... "You're Richie's family," Sam realized.

"Yeah," Bailey said slowly.

"Ding, ding, ding!" not liking the enthusiasm Ethan had when he said it you stopped between him and Sam, he seemed ready to lunge at you, but the warning he got before kept him at bay, at least for now.

"Now! It wasn't until I saw those photographs of what you did to him that I knew! I knew you had to die for what you did to him! You had to be punished!" Bailey yelled, angry at Sam for what she did to his son. You could say you blamed him, but you still weren’t about to let him or his children hurt Tara and Sam.

"Real great parenting, by the way," Tara commented.

"Shut your whore mouth!" Quinn screamed at her. Ah, so she was the one that called you.

"And you? What's your deal?" you gestured toward the still masked Ghostface, interrupting whatever Bailey was about to say.

"You really should have figured it out by now. I get that you probably didn't want to consider it since I did help you out so much," he removed the mask.

Your jaw dropped slightly as you recognized Thomas. Honestly, you should have seen it coming just from how well the bastard fought. "What the fuck?" you couldn't help but ask. "Are you kidding me right now? Do you have any idea how bad it'll look when I end up putting 'Killed my employer' down as the reason for unemployment?" why was he even after you. Richie's family you could understand on some level, they were the bastard's family, but Thomas? Really?

Thomas laughed. "Trust me, that's the least of your worries, Y/N," he said and held up a paper bag for you to see. "You wondered where Amber's mask ended up?" the smirk on his face, the tone of his voice, it all made you feel unexplainable dread. "Take a good look," he opened the bag and turned it over, letting a very familiar pair of MMA gloves fall to the dirty floor.

Despite Tara's attempt to grab your hand you took steps forward, stopping right between Tara and Sam and the gloves at Thomas' feet. "Susan," your throat was dry when you said her name.

"Exactly, it's been four days now, just so you know why she hasn't been responding all this time," he was taunting you. He was amused by your failure to figure out what happened to Susan.

"Why?! What did she ever do to any of you?!" you weren't the one asking that, it was Tara.

You just stared at the gloves, barely even registering your surroundings. If anyone wanted to kill you, well, there wasn't a better opportunity than this very moment.

"It's simple really. Susan was the only one who'd always, no matter what, no matter what the other choice is, choose Y/N. Your friends won't, Samantha won't, not even you would Tara. It would hurt you, you'd never forgive yourself, but you'd choose Samantha in the end," he turned to you as Tara remained silent. "Parents? Oh, they really don't care. Zack and Susan? Dead. You can try to deny it all you want, but the only reason you are still alive is because you were strong enough to survive on your own. Twice now you were stuck with me, no one came to help. Your girlfriend put up a better fight to protect a friend than she did to protect you. You are alone, Y/N, and you threw everything you could have been for nothing. Quite frankly, what I'm about to do is a mercy kill."

You heard everything he said and you relaxed. There was nothing. No rage. No despair. No remorse. No sorrow. Nothing. Just an empty state of mindlessness.

"That's it," Thomas grinned, tossing aside his robes. Then his eyes abruptly widened. "Wait, Quinn!"

"Y/N!" you heard Tara and Sam's scream.

You glanced to your left and focused on nothing but the blade that was approaching you.

A/N: Two chapters to go, people, almost there! Here's a fun question, how much would Tara suffer if she had to choose between Sam and Reader? Thank you for reading, see you next time! Updated: 30.03.2024.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter #scream #sam carpenter #jenna ortega x reader

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ask-meowscarada · 7 months

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( Previously... )

Blackjack: “First of all, Tricky—I’m so sorry I’ve been so frazzled. I know—”

Party Trick: “don’t.”

Party Trick: “EVER. apologize. for how you feel. i know you’ve been stressed out. your feelings are important.”

Party Trick: “you don’t have to tell me everything. i just need to know you’re okay.”

Blackjack: “...Thank you.”

Blackjack: “Still... I’m sorry for not talking to you sooner. I wanted to tell you exactly what was going on, but I wanted to wait until I was certain I knew what I was feeling. I know I put it off for way too long. I didn’t think about how you would feel.”

Party Trick: “jack i literally feel the emotions of everyone in the house. that’s not your fault. it's not personal. however, i accept your apology for the sake of closure.”

Party Trick: “again. you don’t have to tell me everything—i just need to know you’re okay.”

Blackjack: “I’m okay. I promise. And... I want to tell you everything. It’s pretty embarrassing, but... Someone asked me if I had a crush on you. I, uh, I started overthinking everything and my anxiety got the better of me. Once I cleared my head a bit, I realized I’ve never had romantic feelings for anyone. Like I was doing something wrong, you know? Even though I know that’s not true.”

Blackjack: “I’m still figuring myself out, but... saying I’m asexual feels right. I’m gonna try that for myself. I also found the term aromantic, which resonates with me too, but... I don’t wanna get overwhelmed, so, one thing at a time.”

Party Trick: “i got asked the same thing. fools think i’ll reveal my secrets.”

Blackjack: “But, it did make me realize... Despite all that, I can’t imagine a future without you. Even if it’s not a romantic thing. I... I hope that’s not disappointing for you.”

Party Trick: “jackie.”

Party Trick: “i felt everything you felt. your anxiety, frustration, dread... love. so much love. and it's the same kind of love that i've had for you, all this time. i don't know what kind of love that is, either, but it's ours.”

(( So in between real life things it took a long time to get this post up, but I wanna thank you all so much for not only your patience, but your enthusiasm and participation in this story arc! There are still a few little things to wrap up, but this was the culmination of it all.

First off, a huge thank you to Nans (who also runs @ascendedofthesea) for doing the panels for the telepathy sequence! They turned out perfectly and I'm so in love with their style for it!! <3 (This artwork was commissioned, and I highly recommend commissioning Nans too when they're open!)

Secondly, this is something I've had planned since the blog started. I'm not asexual myself and never intended on telling a story about asexuality, but I certainly wrote this arc with my own experiences with coming out in mind. Plus, ace and aro representation is always important! Anything I wrote from Jack's perspective was inspired heavily by talking with my ace friends over the years, and I hope I portrayed him justly.

Thirdly, I know this post ended sort of vaguely. Since I never want to be seen as baiting anyone, I promise there will be closure! I know what I want to have happen, I just haven't figured out how I'll make it happen yet. We'll let these two have some time to figure things out amongst themselves. :D

Lastly! If you opted in to participate in Jack's pride asks, there's no time limit if you still haven't answered yours! I'll continue to reblog answers that I get as long as people post responses. Jack still wants to hear it, too!

Thanks again to everyone for your patience and for following along with the story. <3 ))

#blackjack roserade #tricky hatterene #art post #long post #BlackjacksAce #ic #ascendedofthesea

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cinderellasfella · 3 months

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Fic Writing Review 2023

Thanks to @theteaisaddictive for the tag! Didn't get much writing done this year, but I figure it'll do some good to look back at what I did accomplish, and get a little motivation for this year's projects :).

Words and Fics (on ao3) 📚

words posted: 3,505 - better than nothing!

fics posted: 2.

first fic/last fic: first was 'cause you're fine and you're mine, and you look so divine, a little Thorquill fic where Peter realises there's more than rivalry at play whenever he finds himself on edge around Thor. Last fic was oh-ho, the mistletoe, hung where you can see..., a Thundershield smut fic where Steve and Thor steal a private moment away from a Christmas party in Avengers Tower.

Ships and Fandoms ⚓

Steve Rogers/Thor and Peter Quill/Thor for Marvel all the way babyyyyyyyy.

Top 5 Fics by Kudos 🏆

Out of the two I posted this year, 'cause you're fine and you're mine got the higher number of kudos.

Top 5 Favorite Fics 💖

Out of my total output, in no particular order:

and at least i understood then, the hunger i felt

people will say we're in love

let me hear your body talk

a fighter by his trade

the shirt off my back

All Steve/Thor for Marvel, of course.

Fandom fic events

Meant to take part in the 2023 Thundershield Bingo, but my planned projects never came together :/. We'll see what comes up this year!

Projects for 2024

Some titles are subject to change, but here we go!

King and Lionheart - Inspired by the 1602 episode of What If...?, a snapshot of a forbidden romance between King Thor and Rogers Hood.

Meet the Parent - A crossover between Marvel and DC. Clark Kent's bringing his new boyfriend back to Smallville to meet his mother. His new boyfriend happens to be living legend Steve Rogers. Sooner or later, he'll convince himself that he's got nothing to be worried about.

Something for Priest Steve and Demon/Incubus Thor.

all hearts in love use their own tongues - A longfic I've been tinkering with for YEARS, and that I really want to try and make more progress on. Thor accepts Steve's request to teach him Asgardian and slowly falls in love.

Thanks again! I'll tag @leisurelypanda and @meidui, if anyone else wants to jump in, feel free!

#much ado about nothing much

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chicknparm · 5 months

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22 for your spotify wrapped

22. Casual - Chappell Roan

Oh thank GOD I get to talk about this I was really hoping someone would pick this one. No artist frustrated me more this year than Chappell Roan. So this will double as a review of a particular song but also venting my feelings about this artist and her reception over the last year or so. I'm gonna have to talk about a lot of outside stuff that doesn't have to do with the particular song, but hopefully you guys are used to that by now. I read a lot of Pitchfork in the early 2010s, I'm sorry.

Chappell Roan is very obviously going to be a star. Sooner rather than later. My introduction to her was on New Year's Eve in 2022. I was at a friend's house, and somebody showed me a few of her songs. Casual was among them, but we'll get to that soon. The most lasting memory of that first exposure is being drunk and dancing around a friend's living room to a song called "Femininomenon." It felt affirming and empowering and all of those buzzwords; dancing to a catchy beat and lyrics about how boys stink, dolled up and embraced and accepted and welcomed as Feminine. From what I can tell, this is the exact experience Chappell Roan wants people to have while listening to her music. It was basically the perfect introduction.

A few weeks later, I remembered Femininomenon while I was at work, and couldn't get the hook out of my head, so I hastily added it to my general playlist and queued it up. Friends, I know if this post ever breaches containment I'll be torn to shreds, but that song is Ass. I'm sorry, but calling something "camp" does not excuse bad creative decisions. If we are going to bring out the torches for Taylor Swift writing "in the pub we, are watching rugby" then I demand the same for "hit it like rom-pom pa-pom, get it hot like Papa John." It sounds like music for a Dreamworks Dance Party Ending if they made an animated adaptation of Drag Race. It is a testament to the power of Friendship and Alcohol that I ever enjoyed it.

Later, I listened to a few more of her songs, and found a frustrating and recurring theme. They were all better than Femininomenon by a considerable margin, but had very samey lyrics that felt like they were treading the same ground over and over again. It just felt repetitive. I dunno, it just bothered me for some reason. What were they about? Oh, well, you see, the thing is...um, well, about that, uh, ya see, what I'm trying to say is...*writes "I will not wade into Queer Discourse on a Spotify Wrapped review" 100 times on a chalkboard* Sigh. For an artist who I saw heralded as a "new queer icon" it was annoying that most of the songs I first heard were about how much dating men sucks! To be fair, she also does have songs about feeling liberated being with women, but hearing Femininomenon, My Kink is Karma, and Casual, all complain about men just reminded me that she may be a queer icon, but not for people like me. Much in the same way that I was put off by a girl in college saying I "couldn't understand Mitski because she writes about the quintessential experience of girlhood," I was also put off by the assertion that I must make way for a new icon, and give deference and reverence to a narrative that excludes me.

Wait, did I mention Casual there? Aw fuck! This was supposed to be a review for that song!

So uh, the thing is, Casual is basically a perfect reinvention of the classic lovelorn country song? Yeah, they play up Chappell's southern roots in a lot of her music and promotional material, but it comes through crystal clear on this song. The structure and melody feel exactly like the old country songs I'd hear at my grandparents' house, but the lyrics are youthful and conversational and explicit, with the chorus opening with "knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out, is it casual now?" The sleek, modern production keeps the song from feeling out of place among her other, more danceable singles, but the lyrics and vocals are still powerful and raw. I derided Femininomenon for having lyrics that boil down to "boys stink" but Casual feels like a genuine and specific grievance. It feels lived-in and genuine in a way that reminds me of Taylor Swift's "All Too Well," which if you know anything about my tastes or about Swift's fandom in general, you know that is a gargantuan compliment. Chappell's vocals are always a highlight when they're allowed to shine, but they fucking soar on Casual. When she hits the final "go to hell" on the second(!) bridge it feels so cathartic, and so earned, and feels like you just got done venting about a situation that had been eating you up for ages, which is precisely the tone she seemed to be going for. She fucking nailed it. This song is impeccable. I cannot say enough good things about it.

So why did I spend so many words bitching earlier? Well, for one, honesty. When she blows up even more, which she will, I don't want to pretend I was a Day 1 Ride or Die. I want the record to show that I have some Concerns. But the thing is, I opened this review by saying that Chappell Roan frustrated me. Not that she made me angry, not that she annoyed me, but that she frustrated me. That's because I found some aspects of her songwriting and presentation (and fandom but that's not her fault) grating, but I also saw obvious and undeniable talent. Even My Kink is Karma is a fine song on its own, but the sins of Femininomenon stain it too, in that the pleasure (explicitly, in the former) comes from talking down the shitty men Chappell has to deal with. Many of her other songs carry the even more egregious sin; corniness. While nothing as bad as Papa John, singing about "fugly jeans" and, uh, the entire bridge of Red Wine Supernova bring down otherwise good songs that are more concerned with sharing winks with a specific audience in a specific moment in time, than creating art that holds up on its own merit alone.

A couple years ago, there was buzz about a young up-and-comer named Olivia Rodrigo, maybe you've heard of her? She blew up with a gargantuan hit ballad filled with melodramatic teen angst and verses that were sung in cursive, years after that style became a punchline. "Well, this is a bit shit," I thought. But then when I listened to her album, there were a few tracks that I liked, most of them being more energetic with some pop-punk influence. "It would be cool if she went down this power-pop road, she's super well-suited for it," I thought again, though I assumed she'd try to chase Phoebe Bridgers in the Hunt to be the Heir to the Swift Throne. I think I was wrong on that one! From what I've heard of Olivia's newest stuff, she's bringing the shiny guitars and bratty/aggressive vocals to the forefront, and I really enjoy it! It is really nice to be pleasantly surprised, to be glad to be wrong about something.

That is why I'm hard on Chappell Roan. That is why I find the overwhelming praise irritating. Olivia Rodrigo received endless praise for one of her worse songs, and caught lawsuits and plagiarism allegations for one of her best. It is a goddamn miracle that she resisted the urge to double down on the sadgirl schtick. Chappell Roan has a terrific voice, biting lyrics, razor-sharp pop sensibilities, star presence that most would kill for, and can write hooks that rival the very best of my lifetime. The girl is money. Which is why it worries me that most of the praise I've seen for her focuses on such surface-level criteria. Quirky presentation, referential lyrics, and a crosshair on the current queer zeitgeist can certainly help your success and give you a few trendy tiktok audios. But she's got skills that can carry her forever, and no song in her still-brief discography showcases them better than Casual. In a few years, The Youth will inevitably laugh at what we now consider trendy. And Casual will still be a perfect song. If I live to be 100 I'll still be listening to it. I hope Chappell Roan makes me look stupid.

#ask meme #making this one unrebloggable because uh!#people would be mad! don't wanna deal with it!

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helianskies · 2 years

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Luck

frukspa; 875 words; teen; for @maivalkov

"You'll be fine. You've worked hard to get here," Arthur assures him, and Francis joins in, saying, "We believe in you. Just try not to stress too much."

It is the best they can do for Antonio who, smiling rather nervously at them, they have brought back once more to the driving school in order to take his practical exam. This will be his third attempt to pass and get his licence. And they know that each time he has to come back, he only feels worse and worse about it.

In some ways, Arthur and Francis feel a bit like parents dropping off their child at school for the first time. They want it to go well for him. They want him to enjoy it. But Antonio is now twenty-six, and… while he wants those things, too, his efforts have yet to bear any fruit.

"Here, before you go," Francis says as hesitation (or even retreat) threatens to settle in, gesturing for Antonio to get closer, which he does. And when he's just close enough, Francis grabs him by the face and gives him a peck on the lips. "A kiss for good luck," he remarks as Antonio warms up. "Come back from your fierce battle unscathed, you hear?"

The laugh he receives is almost giddy. Antonio finds such things cheesy, but in a good way, and often encourages it. In fact:

"Well, Arthur? Do I get a good luck kiss from you, too?" he asks their third piece, their younger partner, and Arthur naturally rolls his eyes and tuts before going ahead and giving Antonio what he wants (and what he wants to give Antonio, anyway, despite his outward theatrics).

As Francis watches them, he smiles. He used to worry that they would not click in the same way that he did with them individually, but they have truly surprised him, and he's glad. They make each other happy, and so make him happy in turn…

Perhaps trying to stall, even if only for a moment longer, Antonio thanks them both and pulls them into a hug. Francis doesn't mind, deep down; he sets an arm around the brunette as Arthur does the same, and his other arm duly falls around the Brit, too. For a moment, they enjoy it. For a moment, they are alone, in paradise, living a quiet eternity in each other's arms. It's perfect. It's all Francis has ever wanted.

"I love you both," Antonio then tells them, as if they don't already know it, or feel it, "and I promise you, I'll make you both proud."

Francis pulls back and assures him, "You will make us proud no matter what," and, God, he really does sound like a parent, but… but he means it. They will be proud. The fact that he has not yet given up is admirable. "We'll be here waiting when you get back," he goes on.

"Speaking of which," Arthur then pipes up, "you'd better get going. Better to be a few minutes early, see if you can start sooner."

Antonio nods. He thanks them again and accepts the final reassurances that Francis and Arthur are able to give him, before he sets off.

While they have a short window, Francis and Arthur take it upon themselves to prepare, and head into town. From the local florist, Francis picks out a beautiful yet not-too-extravagant bouquet (Arthur rightly reminds him that Antonio prefers simplicity); down the street they reach the chocolatier from whom they purchase a small box of toffee, actually (because Antonio's sweet tooth is insatiable); and they even find a spare ten minutes in which to search for a gift more personal, more intimate, just to really spoil their partner (he'll no doubt need something to help him relax after such a stressful afternoon…).

The card, they already have. It has been sitting in the glovebox of Francis' car ever since Antonio took his first test, waiting patiently for its moment.

When they return to the driving school, it is only a matter of minutes before Antonio emerges, a piece of paper folded in his hand and flapping about in the wind. Francis and Arthur get out to greet him—they're ready to pounce, ready to embrace, ready to shower him with congratulations and gifts and kisses aplenty!…

But…

Antonio does not smile—not a real, Antonio smile.

Francis' heart sinks.

"I, uh… I guess the good luck kisses didn't work," the brunette says feebly. Although he tries to keep it light, he looks like he is in fact on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Toni… I'm sorry…"

"Do you want to—?"

"No, no. It's— It's fine," he insists. "I can try again in a bit…"

And that is what they all agree to do and work towards together. They'll support him, no matter how long it takes, because they know this means a lot to him. They're still proud. They still shower him with love, if not congratulations, and Antonio still thanks them for spoiling him with so many gifts, even if he feels he hasn't earned them.

His card will continue to wait in the glovebox in the meantime. It will simply have to be as patient as the rest of them.

#hws france #hws spain #hws england #frukspa #hetalia #helia writes #the prompt here was 'a kiss for good luck' and somehow i landed on toni's abhorrent driving as my topic ;')#bless him. he's trying. and he has two loving partners to help him work towards his next try :>

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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year

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Hi everyone! We're fast approaching opening day, this Friday, and wanted to share the plan with you all. Because it's a work day, we are planning on opening in the evening. This would mean we'll post accepts and bios around 5:30pm EST, and we'll be setting up links on the main, doing follows, and welcoming everyone into the member server that night. We can start RPing on Friday night!

The plan for Saturday is to post the first "plot of the week". These are mini plots that sometimes tie into the main plot, meant to provide everyone with prompts, activities, and other ideas for plotting. This means the plot will officially kick off on Saturday.

We know some folks are still working on applications, and want to encourage those to be sent in ASAP so mod team has time to review them. We're going to be doing our best to have a fast turnaround this week, but sooner is better in case any workshopping is needed.

Let us know if you have questions! We're so excited to welcome everyone!

#mod note #supernatural rp #new rp #skeleton rp #original rp

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dear-mortality · 11 months

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the shepherd prince

chapter three: questions

chapters

it was dawn and ether was sitting on his favorite hill, trying to grasp the grandness of it all. ether had an awful look on his face as he was staring at his hands, he wasn't moving, he wasn't blinking, he didn't even seem to be breathing properly.

"hey". enfys called for him softly but ether doesn't even move his gaze. "i know you're not ok. i know it may take a long while for you to feel better about this but-"

"can you bring them back? the people i killed?" ether said firmly and in a monotone voice, it was the first time he spoke

enfys was shocked, he had layed a curse of honesty on someone who he thought had no choice but to stay silent, but she shook it off immediately. "we're trying to.....its alot harder than we first thought...but." enfys puts her hand on his shoulder "we'll find something. i promise. we won't let you live with their ghosts chasing you."

".....is your mom the red witch? the one who did this to me? to all these people?" ether asked in concern, but his concern was nothing compared to the fear that enfys felt when he asked that.

"........yes. yes she is. BUT PLEASE DONT-"

"poor her......" ether interrupted "she has struggled all these years..... trying to fix a mistake that she took the blame for..... its not her fault my aunt wanted to kill me and my parents, she would have found another way sooner or later. and it seems my parents weren't fit to rule either......" ether sighed a little as the look of worry enfys had washed away "i......i just wish i could control this.....i wish i could've not killed all those people. i wish it was easier to accept that its not my fault but i should have known that what has been happening wasn't normal! the paw marks the blood i tasted.....i could have stopped this!" ether yelled as he stood up and heard a snicker coming from up a not too far tree and when he looked an arrow was going right at enfys, ether pounced to save enfys who was quickly making a protection spell and suddenly ethers arm turned into that of the werewolf and took the shot. ether and enfys were shocked but enfys looked at where the shot came from. "stay here ether. you try to calm down and I'll be right back." ether nodded at enfys with a scared look as he saw his arm covered in thick fur, the blood falling into his hand and onto his claws, ether yelled loudly in agony as enfys was chasing some mysteriously agile big figure on the tree tops. enfys used a spell to make them fall to the ground and that's when they saw the royal mark of zatieon , the country which the scouts hailed from on their shoulder plate.

the witch and the warrior stood face to face. she was taller than him wearing black armor with a helmet that resembled a hawks head, she was also wearing boots much like enfys but black, her nose was long, her hair and her eyes were dark brown, her skin a little darker than that of ether, her forearms had a 2 pairs of blades on them that has a mechanism of some sort, one of the blades was turned into a crossbow which enfys recognized was how she shot the arrow.

"who are you and why have you tried to shoot me down." enfys spoke in an angry tone

"im the highest general to ruler zaroth, aimanat. and the arrow had a sleeping spell and would have melted into your body, not pierce through it. in all honesty im not sure if i got the spell wrong or if something messed with my magic but i didn't mean to hurt you or the werewolf." the warrior said. without even a hint of fear.

"so you know of his curse? well unfortunately that just means i can't let you go unless we reach an agreement of some sort." said enfys with magical flames floating around him and surrounding the area around the two of them.

aimanat looked at the flames for only a second, unphased. "i knew i heard the sound of strong magic. you are certainly a powerful witch." aimanat said in an impressed tone

"flattering, however that doesn't change my stance on the matter. you'll go back to your country and you will tell the ruler there that you've failed. seeing they think so highly of you they'll probably get scared off and leave us alone once they heard of your failure." enfys said with her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised, she was not in the mood to argue.

"that won't work." aimanat stated firmly. "zaroth would come personally to assist me on the next mission to acquire the beast. they aren't the kind to back away from a challenge and they like to get their hands dirty."

enfys sighed and shot a lighting bolt next to aimanat who- surprisingly- didn't move an inch. "how about i insist that we have it my way and you don't get hurt" enfys said in a threatening tone

"hmmm. i don't like a show off. but i have an offer. come with me and bring the werewolf. zaroth is merely interested to know if you have control over him." aimanat said in a calm tone. she doesn't want to underestimate her opponent.

enfys thought about it for a second. "alright. we'll do it. but tell your ruler to leave us alone until then. when we'll feel like coming we'll come. you have my word."

"im afraid I'll need more than a word."

enfys sighed. "fine. here." enfys made a little dagger from magic "this will cut through the air and give you direct contact to us. you'll be able to reach us wherever we go. but you cannot tell people where we are or who we are. the dagger will disappear right after. and don't tell anyone we're coming." enfys said in a very tired tone

"thank you kindly, this will suffice."

"yeah yeah now be on your way i still have to help my friend from the arrow you shot"

aimanat left as quickly as she was chased

enfys went back to ether immediately after as fast as he could to find ether crying and bleeding on the ground

"its all my fault....its all...my fault..." ether said before bun passed out

enfys put a hand on ethers forehead to find that he has a fever and gets ready for a battle but..... there's nothing. ether doesn't turn. his arm stays as that of a werewolf but that's all. so enfys takes bun to her bed. enfys sighed as he thinks about what they'll do. but he goes to his mom to help her make something to help with ethers sickness.

and on bee's way back, aimanat felt fulfilled and excited. bee's sibling will most definitely love this. the dagger is his taste too.

#oc writing #original story #original writing #original character #OC #OCs #my OCs #the shepherd prince #my writing

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the-apex-hub · 1 year

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A Glimpse of Lex's past

A small androgynous red-haired child was walking down a corridor with an older woman who wore a cloak, his hand gently holding hers. The child seemed a bit saddened by something.

"Theresa, why is everyone so afraid of me?" The boy asked.

"Because you are much more stronger than everyone else, Alexis. It is quite common to fear the powerful..."

"But I don't want to be feared..." Lex whimpered. "I just want to be friends with all the other kids."

"And that likely will not happen, Alexis." She exclaimed. "You are an apex, you are at the top. People will be afraid of you no matter what. I'm sorry, darling but you'll have to accept that."

"B-But..."

"But nothing." She interrupted. "Close your heart to it. In due time, you will learn that it cannot be helped. Now come, we will continue your combat training then we will delve deeper into these...'forms' you have. Understand, Lex? I do not want to hear anymore of this..."

Lex just nodded, holding onto her and looking off to the side.

"Good and when we are done, we'll have tea and cookies. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes...it does." He cracked a smile, looking up at her.

"That's what I thought." She smiled back at him. "Let's go. The sooner we get this done, the better." With that, she led him off into another room.

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jmatcha · 2 months

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This is a little weird, feeling ko I'm talking to myself from years ago. Pero I understand your point of view better because it's similar to mine before.

For people like us, relinquishing control can be incredibly hard. We like to have plans A, B, C and so forth. When it works and life actually follows the trajectory we've set up, it can be hard to imagine that one day we'll be pushed to a corner without the luxury of choosing between plans A, B or anything else.

It's hard to imagine, even harder to accept, especially when it seems unnecessary, I get it. But if you look closely, trying to control our lives and who we are requires so much self restrictions. In order for us to perfectly anticipate what happens next we need to have just enough variables so we can easily factor them in and come up with our choice of outcomes, based on how we want life to be.

It's not surprising why people like us are usually goody two shoes. That's the easiest and most predictable path. Do what needs to be done as perfect as we possibly can so we'd reach the most desirable outcome. Magreview para makasagot sa exam. Get good grades to get to the university we want. Check all the required boxes so they won't have the option to say no. Only ask questions we already know the answer to, or don't ask anything at all.

I believe you know what I'm talking about and I'm pretty sure you can look back in life and find a situation when you didn't expect things to end up the way they did. When you've checked all the boxes but things didn't end up the way you thought they would.

Meron yan for sure, minsan akala natin exceptions lang cause there's very few of them. Very few kaya we can sweep them under the rug, hide or bury them kasi it's more convenient. Katulad ng it's convenient to restrict ourselves, limit our choices to keep things under control.

But one day, sooner or later, these supposed exceptions will pile up and the rug won't be enough to keep them under. Those who hold on to the illusion of control usually only learn to choose at an early age, between the emotions they can embrace and disregard. Between parts of themselves they will show off or hide. Usually we choose strength over vulnerability. Indifference over empathy. Black and whites over gray areas. Because it's easier that way, more manageable.

Pero we're bound to lose control one way or another. Minsan nangyayari na, we just don't have the courage yet to accept it. Our emotions both good and bad are bound to seep through the cracks. They're bound to resurface even when we force to keep them under. When in reality there's nothing wrong with them, a little inconvenient but that's what makes us human. We often turn our backs from it kasi we've seen how other people's 'humanity' ruined the lives around us, ours included. Kaya the answer we came up with was to be rigid, feign control. Even choosing to spare ourselves our freedom and happiness in order to do so.

That's the coping mechanism we developed when life was messed up. The kids we were, chose that for ourselves kasi we thought that's the best one. Pero one day, that child inside us would want to cry it all out and we'd be forced to allow it, kahit inconvenient, which it usually is. The child in us who wasn't allowed the privilege to have emotions, forced to mature early, learned to hold back tears.

I know full well that we only accept things and try to understand them when we're finally ready. It's not enough that others are telling us about it, nothing personal, it's just that we've learned to trust ourselves and only ourselves because for us trust is a rare and valuable currency. We have to exhaust all other options first before we relinquish control and allow things to just be. Because it's that hard.

My process took 5 years, countless research, 1 actual therapist and a lot of virtual ones, an exhausted husband, so many restarts, trial and errors but it still doesn't feel natural. I still hold back tears even when I shouldn't, quiet down when I'm upset. It's an arduous process, requires so much courage which on some days I don't have. It didn't make me into a 'better' person but it allowed me to get to know and accept who I really am. Learned to forgive myself for how I've coped. Celebrate the small seemingly unimportant wins and love myself a little better.

I think I've said more things than what I initially meant to. I just want to reiterate that we owe ourselves so so much for staying strong all this time. If it's easier and safer to keep on living life the same way, go on. Pero I hope you know that there's also so much courage in embracing our emotions, indulging the very things that makes us human. Cause after all that's what we literally are, and we can't let life stop us, no matter how cruel it's been so far.

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revasnaslan · 3 years

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things i’m supposed to be doing: doing my nano writing

things i’m actually doing: going absolutely feral cause finally people want to actually hear about how much prime sucks strictly from a writing perspective and i feel so validated

#rev's rambling again #can you imagine how much i've been suffering in silence cause every single time i've tried to bring this up in the past #i've always had people get all uwu at me #like it's fine the final season was garbage #the sooner we all accept that the better off we'll be

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bobaji · 3 years

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your friend tries to steal him.

#sakusa, aone, + kyotani.

+ HIIIIIIII I loved your friend flirting fic- could you do it with Ushijima, Aone, and Kyotanii!? THANKS IN ADVANCE!!!!!!!!! (Sorry I put this in the wrong section!!)

++ you may recognize this from here and here!

note: i've already done ushijima in the ones linked above so i decided to just do aone and kyotani and add sakusa!

sakusa kiyoomi.

✰ he wants pretty much nothing to do with her

✰ he isn't comfortable being close to your friend like that

✰ he loves you and only has every for you

✰ and luckily he clocks onto what she's up to pretty quickly

✰ and does his best to avoid her

✰ hes hesitant about telling you because he doesn't want to be the cause of your friendship falling apart

✰ but he definitely will throw her under the bus the second you get any kind of suspicious

✰ because he never ever wants you to think he would cheat on you

"i told you i'm not interesting in speaking to you," he sighs, not looking up from his phone. she sits across from him and giggles like she thinks he's flirting with her. it ticks him off but he holds his tongue.

"c'mon yoomi," she whines, "i know you can't be that blind."

"don't call me that," he snaps, "and what are you talking about?"

"i know you think i'm pretty," she coos, biting her lip.

he sighs, wishing he could slam his head against the table, "i really don't. i'm already dating _____."

she scoffs, "so? that doesn't mean you can't look at other girls..."

she reaches over and places her hand on his shoulder. he's immediately on his feet, pushing her hands off of him with a glare, "yes it does. i love her and the sooner you get that through your thick skull the better off we'll all be. i don't want you, get over yourself."

she has the audacity to look offended before he turns his back to her and storms off, ignoring the gawking states if bystanders as he leaves to find you - intent on getting rid of her touch with yours.

aone takanobu.

✰ aone doesn't like to have any negative expectations of anyone

✰ he truly believes your friend has the best intentions when approaching him

✰ and although he gets a little uncomfortable with the touches and flirtatious remarks she sends his way

✰ he does his best to brush it off

✰ honestly he feels really bad for you because he knows you're going to be so, so hurt by your friends betrayal

✰ so he tries to keep believing she has the best intentions

✰ but when she starts making comments about how you don't deserve someone like him and things of that nature

✰ he really can't stand for it anymore

the second she sits down, he sighs. she'd been trying to get his attention all day, grinning and waving at him until finally following him here and forcing herself into the seat beside him.

it makes him nervous - he doesn't want her near him and he doesn't understand why she won't take a hint.

aone is the first to admit that he's not the most desirable to women. it took him forever to accept your confession as anything other than a joke. and now he's sure this girl only wants him because she can't have him.

"please leave me alone," he requests softly, but all she does is smile.

"you know, nobu," she sighs, "i've liked you much longer than _____ has. and i have to say she just can't treat you right. she doesn't deserve someone as sweet and kind as you."

he frowns and shakes his head, "don't say things like that. i don't care how long you've liked me," he stands up, "i only want her so just leave me alone."

he hears her call something after him but he doesn't listen - he knows he needs to find you and tell you all about the terrible friend you have.

kyotani kentaro.

✰ kyotani is loyal to a fault

✰ hes immediately rejecting all contact with your friend

✰ honestly he doesn't think there's ANY reason she should be trying to hang out with him alone

✰ hes immediately suspicious and on guard

✰ the last thing he would ever do is jeopardize his relationship with you

✰ you are the best thing to ever happen to him

✰ and there's no way in hell he's going to let some random girl he doesn't even tolerate

✰ come in and ruin everything hes worked so hard to build

"i've told you to fuck off," he snaps, glaring, "i've already told _____ about this shit and i'm fuckin' sick of it."

"c'mon taro," she whines, biting her lip, "i could treat you real nice...much better than _______. i bet she can't even suck-"

"finish that sentence and i'll push you into moving traffic," he groans, though it's not the first time shes said vulgar things like that to him, "i don't want you. i don't like you. i don't even tolerate you. in fact i hate you."

"you can't hate me!" she gasps, "you think i'm too hot to hate," she giggles, gazing up at him through her lashes.

"i think mutts on the streets are prettier than you," he snaps, grinning at the offended look on her face, "i suggest you walk away before i really hurt your feelings."

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #aone x reader #kyotani x reader #all.headcanons #hcs.hq

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shadowgirl138 · 2 years

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Billy's Cousin

(Randy Reeks x Reader)

A/n: A fluffy fic for everyone's favorite movie nerd 🤓

Warning ⚠️: cursing, major simp vibes

Word count: 1,182

Randy couldn't take his eyes off of you the minute Billy had introduced you to the group. If he would have known Billy was hiding you over in Lakewood he would have started to be a lot nicer to him a long time ago.

You practically took his breath away when you walked up to the fountain Billy besides you holding your shoulder tightly in a way no one has seen him do before.

"So this is my cousin (y/n) she's gonna be hanging out with us. Be nice to her, ok ." Billy was straight to the point as always sitting back down near Sidney not bothering to say anything more about you. It seemed as if you were Billy's secret soft spot with how protective he was of you.

"Hi it's so nice to meet you all." You smiled, waving awkwardly. Randy could tell you weren't sure what to do with yourself so of course naturally he'd take matters into his own hands.

"Here, sit by me and make yourself at home, we don't bite I promise." Randy scooted over so that you wouldn't be stuck halfway off the fountain and so you where closest to him.

"I mean I'd only bite if you want me too." Stu flashed you his stupid shit eating grin causing Tatum to hit him in the arm.

Randy glared at Stu before turning back to you "So what brings you to the wonderfully dull town of Woodsboro."

"Oh um I'm staying with Billy and my uncle for a bit while my mom gets a few things sorted." Randy was ready to say more but got cut off by Billy standing abruptly.

"Let's go (y/n) Stu and I got things to do we'll all hang out another time." Billy walked over to you and Stu followed suit.

"It was nice to meet you all. I hope we can hang out again soon." Randy watched in awe as you walked off with Billy and Stu.

"I think your drooling Randy." Tatum said popping a grape in her mouth as Sidney giggled.

"Yha Randy I think you might wanna wipe your chin. Billy really cares about (y/n) he looks at her like a sister so you might wanna tread lightly." Sidney said.

"For your information I wasn't drooling I was just idely admiring her beauty. And I could care less on what looney Loomis thinks." He said getting up to make his way to work.

Truthfully Randy couldn't wait to get the chance to talk to you again and lucky for him it would come sooner than he thought because here you were browsing through the movies at the video store.

"Hey (y/n) we met earlier today at the fountain. You know I'm more than happy to help if you're looking for anything in particular." He came to a screeching halt with the rental cart stopping beside you.

"Of course I remember Randy that was only like a few hours ago. I could actually use some help if you don't mind. All I got so far is Casper." You turned to him waving the tape in hand and he was more than ready to take this opportunity to the fullest.

"So judging on assumptions you strike me as a Clueless kinda girl so I'm gonna say go with the Hideaway it just came out plus it has Alicia Silverstone in it. It's not the best but it definitely makes the time go by probably better then your friendly ghost." He handed you the tape from his cart and you gladly accepted as he brushed his fingers against yours slightly.

"Hmm thanks I guess this beats me just watching Casper tonight. Billy did say you're the guy to go to for movie suggestions. Do you have anything else in mind ?" Randy couldn't help but notice the adorable way you turned your head slightly when you asked a question.

"Well I'm definitely your guy then. I'm honestly shocked Billy Loomis actually talks about me, thanks for letting me know i feel so special now." His voice was laced with sarcasm when he mentioned Billy's name.

"It's the only nice thing he says about you if I'm being honest." You giggled.

"Hm I'm definitely not surprised, we're not each other's biggest fans. I just hope he hasn't said anything too bad about me to you."

Randy was screaming on the inside hoping Billy didn't tell you that he was some type of loser virgin movie nerd. He wanted to make a good impression and the last thing he needed was Billy ruining it before he could even start anything.

"Don't worry I'll decide for myself on how I feel about you, now why don't you tell me more about Alicia Silverstone's great filmography."

Randy smiled gladly taking the opportunity to talk to you more he thought he was really charming you when you started to laugh at all his jokes but he was so distracted by looking at you that he didn't realize Stu was behind him mimicking him the whole damn time.

"Damn it Stu, how long have you been here?" Randy's face flushed as you and Stu started to laugh.

"I'm sorry Randy I should have told you but I kinda wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice Stu but when your in your rants nothing gets to you." You put your hand on his shoulder and he felt himself ease with your touch.

If he was like this with only knowing you for less than a day then he could only imagine the hold you'd have on him the more you got to know each other.

" Randy, your face is all red, are you ok man." Stu flashed a sinister smile as he rested his hands on Randy's shoulders.

"I told you (y/n), isn't he just the cutest." Stu looked over at you and before you could say anything Billy appeared besides you taking your hand in his.

"Are these clowns bothering you? I told you to watch out for freaks in Woodsboro." Billy's eyes narrowed as he looked at Randy.

"Go wait in the car i'll be right out. " You nodded starting to make your way out of the video store before turning around.

"Oh by the way Randy your right Clueless is my favorite movie maybe we can watch it together sometime." You watched as his body flushed before turning back around and giggling.

Billy took one more look at Randy before following after you most likely to scold you for your sudden act of boldness.

"Do you think I have a chance Stu." Randy said awestruck.

"Well buddy I don't know you have a good shot but I don't think our dear ole Billy boy is gonna be too happy about you dating his sweet cousin." Stu laughed, rubbing Randy's shoulders in the process as Randy groaned loudly.

If he wanted to be around you then that means he'd gave to deal with Billy and everyone knows Billy Loomis is like dealing with the devil.

#scream #randy meeks #randy meeks imagines #scream fanfiction #billy loomis #stu matcher #randy meeks x reader #scream imagine

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