#//this is so Sam with Rosie omg

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The Quiet One Pt V

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader

Summary:With Ghostface closing in on them, Act 3 finally begins as everyone teams up to hopefully once and for all take them down. ~ Word Count: 9.8k ~ Warnings: descriptions of gory injuries, blood, and anything that comes with Scream, Scream VI spoliers!!, hella swearing

A/N: OMG HEY!!!! IM BACK!!! It has been such a ridiculously long time since I have written, and I'M SO SORRY. Life really got in the way for a while, but I am back. This fic is so damn long it took me ages, but I hope it's everything you guys wanted. I love you all! COME ON MOTHERF*CKER!!

Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5

Stepping onto the brisk streets of New York, a cool breeze brushed against your skin, painting a rosy hue on your nose and cheeks. The gentle breeze caressed your scar, providing needed relief to its subtle throbbing as you walked hand-in-hand with Tara, who was engrossed in conversation with her sister, while the rest of the group led the way to the station. Eyes scanning your surroundings hastily, your brain attempted to adjust to your new vision as you watched people walk past, utterly oblivious to the psycho that was tormenting their city.

You had never been more jealous.

While meeting Tara was undoubtedly the best part of your life, walking nonchalantly down a busy street at night without checking your shoulder regularly sounded pretty nice. Was it worth throwing your love for Tara away for? Absolutely not, yet you would be lying if you said there wasn't a little voice in the back of your mind that liked to remind you how every day your life could've been - especially after everything you've suffered, as if Woodsboro wasn't enough.

As if sensing your discomfort, Tara paused her conversation with her sister to glance at you worriedly, her eyes scanning your rigid posture and distant eyes moving too fast for her to track. She squeezes your hand to grab your attention as your eyes finally meet hers, your lone e/c eye standing out against its pale white counterpart. "You okay?" she whispers softly, her eyebrows creasing slightly. "Yeah," you sighed dejectedly, "just kinda wishing I had a normal life... you know, without all this Ghostface shit".

You watched as Tara's face fell slightly at your words, causing you to panic, "It's not your fault! I love you and everyone here. I just hate worrying about who will be alive in the morning." Her expression was slightly lifted as a small smile formed on her lips, but guilt continued to gnaw at her eyes. You could hear her whisper, "Yeah, I get it", as she briefly looked away to look at others a few metres ahead of you. She lets go of your hand with a comforting squeeze as she quickens with each step. "I'll be right back."

Watching as she walked off, a gentle hand on your shoulder pulled your attention from the small girl now talking to Mindy. "Did I say something?" you ask, knowing it was Sam standing next to you. "No, she just likes to run off sometimes," she jokes lightheartedly, a slight chuckle falling from your lips. "Tell me about it.". Mindy glances back at you as Tara approaches Chad and Danny. "She's a difficult girl to understand, but if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that she loves you. It's a little obsessive, honestly." Your cheeks flush as you look at Sam questionably, "Sam being sentimental? Never thought I'd live to see that." "Oh shut up" she shoves your shoulder playfully as a comfortable silence falls between the two of you.

Curious, you gaze at Tara as she returns to her position beside you, intertwining your hands without hesitation. You enquire softly, "What was that all about?" while she keeps her gaze fixed on the approaching station stairs. "Nothing. I just needed to talk to them about something.". Despite feeling it was about you, as said friends kept looking over their shoulders at you, you stopped yourself from pushing it.

As soon as you stepped foot in the station, you were greeted by an overwhelming influx of people, many of whom were dressed in Halloween costumes. Mindy steps back from the group in front to stand by your side as you take in your surroundings for the first time. Like you, she looks through the crowds, her expression more serious than you're used to on her. You excused her unusual behaviour until you both walked into someone who stared at you wide-eyed, horrified by your scar.

"What the fuck are you looking at?! Fuck off! Jeez... some people."

Now, you were the one who had to look at Mindy with wide eyes. This type of aggression was uncommon for the typically gentle and humorous girl, so the fact that she even displayed it, especially to defend you, it shocked you, to say the least. "Damn, Mindy… thanks," you muttered under your breath as Mindy returned your timid smile, "They deserved it."

Walking further onto the platform, the group waited momentarily whilst the train came to a stop and the doors opened. With tons of people trying to squeeze through the small doors to fit in the tiny space left on the packed train, it became a free-for-all. It happened in a blur; your hand separated from Tara's as Danny dragged her onto the train, leaving you and Mindy amongst the wave of people.

Amidst the chaos of people jostling your shoulders, your attention shifted away from Mindy's presence and focused solely on reaching a concerned Tara. Mindy's frustration became evident through the curse words she hurled at those around you. As you pushed your way towards your girlfriend, an obnoxious person dressed as Ghostface forcefully pushed you from behind, causing you to stumble onto the train and into Tara's embrace, the girl grunting softly at the impact. The echo of Mindy's furious tirade filled the air as you finally turned to witness her forcefully pulling off their mask.

Tucked in Tara's embrace, a soft chuckle escaped your lips at the scene before you. That was until the doors of the train started to close. "Shit… Mindy!" you exclaim, feeling a surge of guilt wash over you as you desperately try to reach the door, only to be held back by Tara. You watch Mindy's sudden realisation of the closing doors, a loud 'fuck' escapes her lips as she tries to navigate through the remaining crowd in her path.

The doors shut just as she's about to reach them.

You pound your fist against the door in frustration, mirroring the same exasperated look on Mindy's face. Grabbing your phone, you motioned for her to do the same through the glass as you texted her. The whine of the train starting to move fills your ears as Tara pulls you closer, her body wrapped around your free arm.

In the midst of all the chaos, it escaped your attention that Ethan had also managed to miss the train, although you couldn't quite fathom how. Your phone dings with a text from Mindy. "She's taking the train right after us with Ethan," you inform the group, slipping your phone into your back pocket and releasing a quiet sigh.

"She'll be okay. She's Mindy." Tara comforts you softly, gently stroking your arm as you gaze down at her, nodding in response. You embraced your girlfriend in a tender and heartfelt hug. You were burdened with guilt. You're not sure where this sudden protective nature had come from, and although your heart felt some relief knowing that she cared, you couldn't help but feel responsible for it.

She was protecting you, and look where that got her.

Letting go of Tara, you gently kissed her forehead and intertwined your hand with hers. Until now, you were completely absorbed in your thoughts, oblivious to the tension brewing within the group. Taking your gaze off your girlfriend, the source of said discomfort became obvious.

Ghostface.

Everywhere.

"Oh, what the fuck" you cursed as Tara's grip on your hand tightened. Everywhere you looked, there were individuals wearing the costume that perpetually plagued your nightmares, and their unwavering gazes seemed to be fixated on you. "Why are there so many of them?" Chad asked, his frustration evident in his voice as he, too, grew tired of encountering the same pale mask wherever he went.

Everyone's faces are ridden with anxiety. "How many stops do we have?" Tara inquired with a heightened sense of urgency, eager to get off the train just like the rest of you. Sam gazes at the map, undoubtedly internally pleading that it's not too many. Looking back at the group, she hesitates slightly, revealing the news couldn't be good. "Ten", she speaks solemnly. Tara's eyes are filled with concern as you exchange worried glances, causing your heart to race at an abnormal speed.

The subway lights start flickering, intensifying the eerie atmosphere inside the train. Your vision, already impaired, struggled to follow every Ghostface amidst the flickering lights. It became nearly impossible for you to keep track of them, adding to the waves of anxiety that were rushing over you.

As the train came to a halt, the lights flickered into a steady glow, and a voice over the intercom announced your arrival at 79th Street. In a matter of seconds, as you glanced down the carriage, your gaze met that of one of the masked individuals. Your face fell. A sense of fear filled the air, your breath catching in your throat as both of you remained motionless, captivated by the piercing gaze of those intense black eyes.

As if they had never been there, your intense gaze was interrupted when they vanished behind someone getting on the train. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you scanned the area, desperately searching for any sign of them, but your efforts proved futile. The others remained clueless about what you just saw as the train started to move again, the lights resuming their irritating flickering.

You pulled Tara closer to you as the carriage grew dim, the silhouettes of your friends becoming the only discernible shapes in the darkness. With a tender embrace, she places her hand on your back, tracing soothing circles that bring you a sense of calm. You locked your gaze on the floor as the cabin continued to flicker around you.

"This is 72nd Street", the announcer speaks monotonously, the train coming to a stop as you look up from the floor, noticing your girlfriend's concerned gaze directed towards you. Attempting to avoid her gaze, your sight lands back on the Ghostface from before, again staring daggers at you. You try to maintain an equally stern gaze, which you manage until they start moving towards you at pace.

"Guys", you quickly inform the others about the imminent danger. The atmosphere instantly tense up as all eyes fixate on the approaching figure. Tara and Chad both step forward to protect you. The Ghostface suddenly stops right in front of you, causing your friends to freeze in an effort to avoid giving away any reaction, just in case it's not the real killer.

Attacking a perfectly innocent person on a New York subway was the last thing you needed, especially with the rumours surrounding Sam.

With a sudden and effortless motion, the person in front of you removes their mask, making Chad flinch. Instead of those frightening black eyes, a teenage girl's soft brown eyes fixated on you, brimming with a curious intensity that seemed almost unhinged.

"Holy shit, your makeup is so good! I saw it from across the train, but, oh my god, it looks so much better up close. How did you do it?" she chirps out in excitement. You freeze, immediately recognising she is talking about your scar.

Your perfectly real scar.

You find yourself speechless, unable to form a response as the unexpected question catches you off guard. Without hesitation, the girl extends her hand towards your face, her fingers inching closer to your scarred face. Taken aback, you witness Chad's hand swiftly grasping the girl's wrist with a firm grip. The expression on the girl's face is filled with surprise, whilst Chad displays determination.

"Get away from her before I make you." Your eyebrows raise slightly at his words, your lips quirked into a small smile as you revelled in your friends' newfound sense of protectiveness.

It made you feel human again.

You softly thank Chad, who gives you a curt nod and a smile as your face lights up with a smile that hadn't adorned your lips for many days. Since Ghostface's return, your life has been completely turned upside down. Your friends began to turn against you as the blame game singled you out as its victim, tearing apart the very essence of your being.

However, at this moment, as you bear the marks of your past and the lasting impact it has had on you, a newfound determination surges through your veins as you observe the individuals surrounding you.

These were your people. Your family.

You were determined to go to any lengths to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing yourself for their sake.

With your hands still interlocked, you finally emerge from the sweaty train and lead the way up the stairs, closely followed by Tara and the others. You quicken your pace up the weathered stairs, your gaze searching for a blonde who had agreed to meet you here. A voice you recognise calls to you as you reach the peak of the staircase. "Hey," you hear her say, your eyes meeting Kirby's as you shift your gaze towards the woman.

As she approaches, she effortlessly inserts herself into the group, seamlessly blending in as you all make your way towards the theatre. "I've talked to Bailey. I've got everything set up," she explains before noticing the lack of numbers in the group. "Where are Mindy and Ethan?" she asks, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and suspicion. Clenching your jaw slightly at the reminder of the people you left behind, Tara jumps in to respond, "They're five minutes behind us."

"Let's get you all inside.", Kirby speaks, nodding in response before she redirects her attention to the theatre, which is now just a few steps in front of you. As the dilapidated structure looms before you, its imposing presence casts a shadow over the group. Everyone's steps come to a halt as Sam directs her attention towards Danny. "Not you."

Turning towards them, you watch as shock comes over Danny's face, "What?" he says, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Don't trust anyone, remember?" Sam speaks softly yet assertively. "We don't know you. Not really.". His face contorted with hurt as he leaned towards Sam. "You know me," he said, trying to convince her to let him protect her.

"You're not Woodsboro. I'm sorry." Whilst you felt bad for Danny, despite knowing that Sam would never willingly let anyone protect her, the revelation that being part of Woodsboro meant you were trusted filled a small part in your heart that you weren't aware was missing.

Releasing Tara's hand, you gently wrap your arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as you watch the interaction. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile graces Tara's lips, a sign that she's starting to see the return of the girl she loves after the emotional and physical turmoil you've both endured over the past few days.

"It's okay. It's okay, I get it." Danny finally speaks up. "Be safe, okay?" he pleads Sam, leaning in and kissing her cheek tenderly while delicately caressing her arms. Sam's face reveals a hint of guilt as she replies, "You too." before swiftly turning around and continuing walking. The rest of you cast sympathetic glances at Danny before joining the girl on the way to the theatre.

"Good call."

As Kirby unlocks the doors with a reverberating clank, a surge of nervousness courses through you as the doors swing open, revealing the dimly lit theatre. With Tara clinging tightly to your side, a sense of unease washes over you as you cautiously enter the room, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. "I cleared the whole place before you got here. This is the only way in or out." Despite your best efforts to pay attention, Kirby's words seemed to go unnoticed as you surveyed the familiar surroundings, a sense of unease growing within you.

"So, this is the only way in or out. He steps in through the first door, both doors lock automatically, trapping him inside. We turn it into a kill box." Kirby continues to explain enthusiastically, clearly entertained by the fact that this is finally her chance to bring one of these psychos to justice. "Weapons?" Sam questions. "One gun and I hold onto it." Sam gives Kirby a disapproving look, but before she can say anything, Kirby interrupts her, "I'm the only one with a badge here. That's the way it's going to be. We're safe here."

As much as you want to believe what she says, this was Ghostface you were dealing with. Despite the lingering uncertainty, you made an honest attempt to maintain trust in the plan's success, not only for your own sake but also for the sake of the others, particularly Tara.

"I'm gonna check in with Mindy. See if they're close." Sam interrupts, breaking the suspenseful silence that had fallen amongst the group. As Sam walks away and Chad follows, Tara squeezes your hand for your attention. "Come with me?" "Of course", you reply softly. She guided you to the old confectionary stand, a room that had unexpectedly become an escape for the two of you, as it felt like the only safe spot in the entire building.

Besides, it was Tara. You would follow her wherever she went.

"When was the last time anybody used this place? It's so old," Tara comments as you walk through the door. Although not well-maintained, the room decor still manages to evoke a strange sense of comfort as you softly chuckle at her words. "Yeah," you respond softly as you both make your way to the counter, gently letting go of Tara's hand and resting your elbows on it.

As you spot an old box of Milk Duds across the counter, your hand instinctively reaches out to grab them, only for your hands to collide with the girls next to you. A faint blush tinges on your cheeks as her hand pulls back, causing a soft chuckle to escape your lips, "I-I'm sorry, you can have them". You apologise, holding the box towards her, a hint of nervousness evident as you gently bite your lower lip. She pushes your hand back towards you with a slight smirk. "Take them."

"No, I mean…" you stuttered, her touch sending a shiver down your spine as you savoured the rare moment alone you'd shared with her for a while. "If you want them, you have them," you eventually finish. "You think I want these?" she chuckles, prompting a shared embarrassed laughter between the two of you. Your eyes lock, smiles forming on your faces, entirely captivated by each other. "Kind of", you joke, raising your eyebrows at her. "They're like a hundred years old. Maybe that's your thing."

Your soft laughter trails off into a comfortable silence as you look down at your hands, your heart racing, but this time from a much more pleasant catalyst. "I really missed you. I don't know why I told you to back off." You smiled gently at her, tears starting to well in your eyes. "I was so stupid. This whole time, all I really needed was you."

The more she spoke, the more flustered you got. Instead of enjoying the sentiment, you couldn't help but let your mind destroy it.

You're different from the person she is talking about.

She fell in love with the girl whose face wasn't mutilated and would probably scare off young kids. Whilst Tara and your friends could look past it, understanding the trauma you had gone through, you would never be able to walk down the Street without being met with horrified gazes from every direction. And even though Tara would undoubtedly try to protect you from it, you were convinced that her efforts would be futile.

"I'm not the same anymore," you said dimly. Tara frowned at you, gently taking hold of your trembling hand. "What do you mean?" "I just... someone mistook me for a Halloween costume for fucks sake... I'm not the same, and I never will be." You speak, deliberately avoiding eye contact with your girlfriend, as if her reaction would confirm the truth behind your words.

She could never see you the same.

Instead, her delicate touch caressed your cheeks, mindful of your scar, as she tenderly lifted your gaze towards her. Your teary eyes met hers as she looked at you with a tender smile. "Y/n... scar or no scar, you are still the same girl I fell in love with. Nothing will ever take you away from me, especially a scar that makes you look pretty badass if you ask me." you chuckle at her words, a few stray tears escaping, which she gently wipes away.

"I love you," she says, her gaze locked with yours, ensuring her words reach you. "I love you too," you speak with a chuckle, leaning closer to her as she wraps her hands around your neck and draws you in. The moment your lips connect, it feels like heaven. The taste of her lips is a sweet revelation, and you plan to savour every moment. The room seems to blur as the outside world dissolves, leaving only the two of you. The warmth between you intensifies, and a current of desire courses through your veins. Sinking deeper into the kiss, you wrap your arms around her waist, squeezing her tightly as your lips begin to move.

As you tried to deepen the kiss, a sudden jolt of pain shot through your scar, causing you to pull back. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to suppress the pain, you eventually look towards your girlfriend apologetically as she looks at you worried. "Sorry," you chuckle lightly, "It's... still a little tender." You offer the girl a gentle smile as her hands glide down to your hips. "Don't say sorry. We'll just take it slow." Her seductive gaze locks with yours, setting your senses ablaze and causing a familiar blush to creep onto your cheeks. Briefly taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you lean in again. Nothing else mattered at this moment.

Or so you thought.

As your lips are seconds away from colliding, Tara's body is slammed into you as a scream erupts from her throat. Your eyes go wide in panic as you scream her name, only to see Ghostface standing behind her with a knife in her back. She is ripped from your grip as she is thrown to the ground. Although your instincts told you to help her, the masked individual who was now staring straight at you told you otherwise.

Without warning, their knife comes swinging towards you. Taking a swift step back, you barely dodge the blade as they go to swing again, their arm colliding with you. With a grunt, you harshly grip their arm before pulling them around you and throwing them into the wall. The shattering of glass from the poster frame intensifies the chilling encounter as another swing of the knife inches dangerously close to your face. Dodging the swing, you swiftly regained your footing and delivered a powerful punch to the psycho's face. As your fist made contact with their chin, they crumpled to the ground. As the cries of Tara echo in your ear, in a fit of anger, you direct your attention towards their fallen form and deliver a forceful kick to their stomach.

Frantically realising that there was little time they would be on the ground, you swiftly pivoted and rushed to your girlfriend's side, urgently helping her to her feet and guiding her towards the door. With a sudden burst, the door swings open, startling you as Sam and Chad's faces, filled with terror, appear on the other side, their expressions clearly reflecting the echoes of Tara's bone-chilling scream. They quickly notice your dire situation and urgently drag you from the room.

"Come on, go, go, go!" Sam screams as you run out of the room, and Chad slams the door behind you. "It's Kirby! She's the killer!" Sam yells at you, "No shit!" you scream back, desperate to get out of this place. Running towards the caged exit, you grip its rusted bars and pull at it desperately. "That's locked. Come on". Your face falls further, "Are we trapped?" you yell in disbelief. "She made the whole theatre the kill box. For us."

"Hey, what about that? There's an exit door." Tara directs everyone's attention to an opening on the roof, positioned just above a set of scaffolding. "Maybe it leads to the roof or something," you suggest, looking at your girlfriend, who nods in agreement. "There's only one way to find out. Let's go." Chad quickly takes the lead, leading the group towards your potential escape route.

"Bailey's on the way, but-" Sam's words are abruptly interrupted as Ghostface unexpectedly pounces on you from the shadows of the stage. Tara frantically tries to evade the swinging knife, ending up on the floor in an attempt to do so. Unfortunately, you are unable to do the same as the blade slices the side of your arm. You firmly grasp the wound on your arm as you clench your jaw in pain. You watch as the Ghostface continues to swing at Chad and Sam before Chad manages to tackle them onto the floor.

"Y/n! Come on." you hear your girlfriend exclaim, her voice filled with urgency, as you catch sight of her and Sam moving towards the stage. You swiftly move as Chad forcefully slams an old movie camera into their masked face, causing their head to snap back and hit the ground with a resounding thud.

Chad follows you with the camera in hand as you join the girls backstage, both of them looking around frantically for an exit. "This way! Come on!" Tara's voice echoes through the air as she swiftly dashes towards a small tunnel backstage. You eagerly trail behind her along the narrow path, acutely aware of the ominous footsteps of Ghostface closing in from behind. Until now, your lack of vision in one eye hadn't posed much of a problem. Yet, as you sprinted through the narrow pathway, you kept crashing into the walls while Chad struggled to guide you in the right direction.

As you cast a quick glance over your shoulder, a chilling realisation washes over you - Ghostface is steadily closing in. "Fuck, they're fast," you exclaimed, as Chad also realised their proximity. "Get fucked", he shouted as he made the quick decision to hurl the bulky camera at them, immediately slowing them down.

With the additional advantage, you all made it back into the confectionary area as Chad threw the popcorn machine behind you. They quickly push it out of the way as you all turn around to face them. With a slight tilt of their head, they launch a series of aggressive swings towards you and Chad.

The knife narrowly misses both of you as you attempt to position yourselves for some kind of counterattack. Swinging down at Chad, he manages to grab their arm as you grab their shoulders, throwing them back onto the counter. Sam and Tara swiftly seize their arms, desperately trying to subdue them, while you deliver a decisive blow to their face, sending them crashing to the ground once more. As they fall to the ground, Tara quickly runs up to them and boots them in the face.

You couldn't help but think how hot it was.

"Go! Go!" Chad exclaims, swiftly grabbing the old bubblegum dispenser from the counter. With a determined gaze, he raises it above his head, preparing to deliver a decisive blow to Ghostface. Tara and Sam guide you away from him, leading you towards the door, expecting him to join you momentarily.

His piercing screams quickly disrupt the plan, causing everyone to turn their heads in disbelief. Your jaws hang open in shock as you see another Ghostface standing beside him, clutching a knife pierced in his side. "No! Chad!" Tara screams, sending a shiver down your spine. With Sam holding her back, you watch in suspense as the two masked figures surround Chad and lift him up to his knees.

They absolutely butchered him.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you witnessed the relentless onslaught. You watched him get stabbed over and over and over again as if it was never going to end. You were frozen to your spot. He somehow mustered up the strength to tell you to run, but no one could move. "Go," he sputters out, his determination to save the rest of you clear. In a swift and chilling motion, the Ghostfaces allow his lifeless form to crumple to the ground. With synchronised precision, they wipe their blades clean, sending a shiver down your spine.

Finally getting over your shock, you immediately grabbed the two sisters and dragged them out of the door. "This way. Up here. Come on." Sam directs your pointless running as she tries to get you both backstage. Before you can make it, one of the Ghostfaces pounces from behind the screen. Instinctively turning around, you are stopped immediately as the second Ghostface traps you, waving their knife mockingly.

You're surrounded. Whipping your head back and forth, you watch as they both close in on you, the tension in the air palpable. Thinking quickly, Sam assesses the situation with a determined glint in her eyes. Without hesitation, she swiftly grabs some bricks from the debris-laden floor, handing one to you and another to Tara. In that instant, a silent understanding passes between you - do anything to survive.

As Sam moves the two of you so that you find yourselves back to back, forming an impromptu defensive triangle, the weight of the brick in your hand provides an unexpected but reassuring comfort. The cold surface of the brick grounds you, grounding your resolve as you prepare to face whatever unfolds.

"Ready?" Sam asks, and you swiftly reply, although Tara's distressed cries hinder her ability to respond, overwhelmed by panic and fear. "I need you to be ready. Ready?" With your free hand, you firmly grasp Tara's, offering a comforting squeeze while she inhales deeply. Her hesitation overwhelms Sam, prompting her to urge Tara to look at her. As Tara meets her gaze, a newfound determination fills her voice as she declares, "I'm ready."

"Come on motherfucker!"

Just as the fight was about to begin, the deafening echoes of gunshots reverberated through the vast theatre, prompting an instinctive duck for cover. The ominous figures of the two Ghostfaces hastily retreat into the shadows, leaving an unsettling silence shattered only by your heavy breathing. In the dimly lit ambience, a figure emerges from the stage, and a collective gasp escapes the group as the familiar face of Kirby comes into focus, blood streaming down from a fresh wound on her temple.

"It's okay!" Kirby's voice rings out, a desperate attempt to reassure, though her pained expression reveals the gravity of the situation. The vivid red streams on her face contrast with her pale complexion, creating a chilling scene that leaves everyone motionless.

"Stay the fuck back!" Sam's voice pierces the tension, laced with a mix of fear and anger, earning a confused glance from Kirby, disoriented yet resolute. "We know it's you, Kirby," Tara adds, her tone unwavering as Kirby hesitantly approaches the group. "One of them knocked me out," Kirby pleads, her expression changing to one of desperation. Her eyes are genuine, making you want to trust her more, but your trust issues weren't easy to overcome.

"Kirby, stop!" A deep voice slices through the air, redirecting attention to Bailey, who strides into the theatre with a drawn gun, his gaze fixed on Kirby. "Get away from the girls!". The urgency in Bailey's command prompts an instinctive protective response as you push Tara behind you, eyes fixed on the unfolding standoff.

"What are you doing?" Kirby pleads desperately, the air thick with accusation and uncertainty. "Did you kill Quinn!? Did you kill my daughter!?" Bailey's vengeful glare intensifies, scaring the shit out of you.

He clearly wasn't afraid to kill for his kids.

"Jesus Christ!" Kirby exclaims, her eyes darting between you and the detective in disbelief. With her focus back on you, she pleads again, "Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him." The desperation in her gaze transforms into one of resolve as she turns back to the man threatening her. "He's probably the killer," she speaks assertively.

Your gaze remains fixed on Bailey, his expression unwavering even as the damning accusation hangs in the air. Suddenly, the figure of Ghostface appears behind Bailey, and Kirby's frantic scream fills the space, warning him of the imminent threat, "Behind you!" she screams. Disregarding her desperate plea, Bailey swiftly pivots and unleashes three deafening gunshots that pierce through the air, each shot finding its mark, striking Kirby in the chest, and causing her to crumple to the ground.

The aftermath is a haunting symphony of laboured breaths and the lingering echoes of her cries. As your focus shifts back to the killers, you watch in horror as two Ghostfaces stand alongside Bailey, their presence casting a sinister pall over the unfolding chaos. The dim lighting accentuates their ominous figures, while Bailey, wearing a sadistic smirk, reveals himself as an orchestrator of this grim spectacle.

"Great job. Both of you."

"You?"

A palpable tension filled the air in the dimly lit theatre, engulfing you as the truth unravelled right before your eyes. "Yeah, of course me." Bailey teases with a smirk growing on his lips, "Frankly, I expected more from you two after what you did to us."

"What do you mean 'us'?" Tara questioned hesitantly. Bailey's smirk grew into an insufferable smile as he looked to his left, where one of his accomplices was moving to remove the mask. Your heart pounds inside your chest as the white face and black fabric are torn away, revealing your friend's face.

Ethan.

The seemingly unassuming roommate revealed himself with a sinister grin. "Ta-da!" Bailey laughs, finding the shock on all of your faces amusing. The sick look on Ethan's face made you want to puke, the revelation that someone you considered a friend had been out to kill you all along.

The feeling made Woodsboro feel like nothing. The two killers were Sam's boyfriend, whom you had hardly met and someone who you hated from the beginning.

It was nothing compared to seeing the real side of your friend.

With a smirk plastered on his lips, he begins to taunt you about how unsafe you were the whole time, "Mindy was right; it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. All I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad. Fuck it felt good to kill him.". You felt a surge of anger coursing through you as he spoke, causing your jaw to clench and your grip to tighten around the brick in your hand.

The idea of Ethan pretending to be his friend for months, only to have been plotting his demise the whole time without any hint of remorse, ignited an unbearable anger inside you.

"This one was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis?" Ethan smiles at Sam, pointing to his mask with his bloodied knife. "Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? And speaking of family, my name isn't Ethan Landry, is it, Dad?"

"Dad?" Tara speaks for the rest of you, your faces growing more shocked. As the shock washes over you, your focus shifts to the second masked figure who still stands menacingly staring directly at you.

"But, if you're Ethan, that just leaves… Mindy?" Sam breathes out in disbelief. Your expression twisted in confusion as you looked back at the memories of how much Mindy had loved Anika. It seemed impossible, yet who else could it be?

Shock filled the room as Quinn removed her mask, leaving you all in stunned silence. "Hey, Roomies. Didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"But you died?" Tara spoke, a hint of anger behind her voice. "Yeah, kinda didn't, though." Quinn quipped mockingly, "It was a good way to get off the suspect list, stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train, that sort of thing."

Bailey's proud smile made you feel sick as his proud eyes bore into yours, "I made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. You'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with."

Your anger was starting to burst at your seams, being played for fools and having someone come back from the dead to kill your friends, pulling very tight on your last nerve.

"I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favourite.". You rolled your eyes at her giddy proclamation. Of course, he was.

Bailey, clearly the leader of this psychotic trio, took slow and calculated steps towards Sam. "Number three and number two. Which just leaves…" Pulling out the most weathered mask from his jacket, he holds it out towards Sam, his eyes menacing. "I'm gonna need you to put it on."

Sam stands tall and looks back at the man with a matching expression, slapping the mask out of his hand as you watch his jaw clench in anger. Ethan is quick to react and slashes his knife towards the girl, slicing through her upper arm with a hiss.

You are quick to catch Sam as she falls back into you. She quickly recovers as she grasps her arm, now dripping with a familiar crimson liquid. Bailey's two minions begin to move around you, circling you as your anger finally comes spewing out of you; you step in front of Sam with rage filling your eyes. "You did all this as a family?" you yell at them incredulously. "Hell yeah, bitch! Sam should know why better than anyone!"

You immediately knew they were talking about Billy, yet the true origin of their motive still escaped you. What family had Sam ever hurt for them to hate her so much to go on a murderous rampage?

"They still haven't figured it out. Maybe we overestimated them." Ethan mocked as the confusion was clearly evident on your faces. Sam was the most confused of all, knowing that she had never done anything wrong. "I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit the murders in Woodsboro…"

Bailey's laugh fills the theatre, slightly offended that Sam would think that they would believe some stupid internet rumour. Instead, he reveals that it was, in fact, Quinn who had started the malicious rumours, making life in New York for Sam absolute hell.

Each time you think the betrayal couldn't run any deeper, they manage to beat themselves yet again.

"You're a killer, just like your father was.". "I'm not…". "Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!". The gears could finally tick inside your heads as you looked between each other in an attempt to connect the dots. As far as you were aware, the only person Sam had ever 'killed' was… Richie.

Oh shit.

"You're Richie's family?" The realisation also struck Sam as her face sank. "Ding-ding-ding, now she's finally getting it." You shook your head in disbelief. A family seeking revenge for their dead son, okay, sure. Seeking revenge for a murderous psycho by killing his victims who had killed him out of self-defence? Too far.

Yet clearly, nothing was too far for this family, as Ethan revealed the sickening detail that they had killed their own mother because she had refused to avenge Richie. You knew all Ghostfaces were, on some level, psychotic, but this was getting insane.

"Great job with the parenting…" Tara quipped at Bailey, her words bringing the tiniest of smiles to your lips, her sarcasm never failing to entertain you, even if it's whilst you are surrounded by killers.

"You shut your whore mouth!" Quinn screamed at the girl, your jaw clenching at the insult as you looked at her, infuriated. The temptation to throw the brick in your hand at her face almost overcame you until you felt a gentle hand on your wrist.

"I loved my son. So I helped him build this collection." You shifted your gaze towards the older man as he looked amongst the exhibitions with a reminiscent smile. "All of this is Richies?"

The more you seemingly find out about Richie, the more Sam's expression seems to fall. The guilt she had felt after Woodsboro was reborn as her ignorance about her then-boyfriend increased tenfold.

Knowing that this was all Richie's made the space somehow more bone-chilling than before. As your eyes scanned the numerous exhibits, filled with items that belonged in an evidence box somewhere, a part of you pangs with guilt for the other siblings who were clearly the least favourite.

"This is where you have to die." Your attention is brought back to him as he redraws his gun and points it directly at Sam. Instinctively grabbing for Tara's hand, you spare Sam a quick glance, noticing her expression shift as she tilted her head at the man.

Oh, he was fucked.

"He was pathetic, you know?". You watched the deadpan expression on Bailey's face break. "That's not true…" he shook his head. "He was a man-baby who made his girlfriend do almost all the killing." You had to hold back your smile as you watched his facade breakdown. "He was a strong, virile young man!" "He was a weak little bitch who cried before I cut his fucking throat."

As the words leave Sam's mouth, Quinn lunges towards the three of you with a bloodcurdling scream. She is quickly and effortlessly stopped as Tara clocks her in the face with her brick. With teeth and blood flying out of her mouth, she falls to the floor.

A sign that their moment is finally over, your senses are heightened as Act 3 appears to finally kick off. Before you can make any moves, gunshots ring out from behind you as you turn to see Kirby apparently coming back from the dead.

Her resurgence doesn't last long as Ethan quickly rushes towards her with his knife ready in his hand. You're quick to follow the boy as he reaches Kirby and stabs her in the stomach. Finally reaching them as Kirby falls to the ground in pain, you run straight into Ethan, throwing him into the ground. He quickly gets back up and runs away with a maniacal laugh as you shift your focus back to Kirby.

Noticing the knife still sticking out of her stomach, you look at her with a grimace as you realise it's the only way you're gonna get a weapon anytime soon. "Sorry, but I need this." She gives you a small nod as she squeezes her eyes shut.

Gripping onto the handle, you pull the knife out swiftly in an attempt to minimise her pain. She howls in pain, and her hand grips on your arm, her nails digging into your skin as the wave of pain washes over her. Finally relaxing, she opens her eyes back up and looks at you with a tiny smile.

"Fuck 'em up."

As you stand up, you see Ethan reappear from behind a wall, his eyes set on you. Turning towards him, he begins to charge towards you with a sick grin still plastered on his face. "What are you gonna do, scar-face…" he calls out mockingly as he closes in.

That made you snap.

With a new vigour burning inside of you, you lunge towards him as you pull the knife above your head. With a loud grunt, you drive the knife down into his chest. His smile finally washes over his face as he looks at you surprised. Ignoring it, you continue to pump your knife in and out of his chest as if he were a piece of meat, his blood splattering all over you, but you couldn't care less.

Out of breath, you push his limp body off of you as he keels down with blood sputtering out of his mouth. Standing still, you look at his blood-covered body with laboured breathing. Noticing he is still alive, you move to stab him again until you hear your girlfriend's voice from behind you.

"Y/n!" she calls, your head instantly turning in her direction as you notice her beginning to climb the scaffolding behind her sister. Taking your chance, you quickly run towards them, weaving in and out of the display cases before you reach the base of the scaffolding.

Looking for a place to hold your knife, you settle on wiping it off on your shirt, adding to the mural of crimson colours, before placing the knife between your teeth.

As you begin climbing, the gash in your arm aches as new blood begins to flow from the wound. Biting painfully onto the knife, you continue your ascent as you see Tara at the top, reaching her hand down to you. Hearing noise behind you, you turn your head as you watch Bailey and Ethan begin to circle you like sharks, smelling your blood.

With a final grunt, you reach the top and grab Tara's hand as she helps pull you towards the balcony. Watching the two sisters scale across it in front of you, you take the time to try and settle your breathing, which is easier said than done when you're clutching a knife between your teeth.

Moving to follow them, you take the knife out of your mouth and carefully hand it to Tara. Climbing carefully along the railing, you are seconds from making it to safety with the others before another shot rings through the air.

A burning sensation instantly erupts in your leg as you lose your balance and fall backwards. Screaming your name, Sam and Tara barely manage to catch you as your hands barely grip the slippery railing.

Peering over your shoulder, you watch as Bailey moves towards a set of stairs and Ethan moves to stand directly underneath you. "Shit. Not good," you whisper to yourself as your gaze returns to the sisters' terrified looks.

With your injured arm weakening by the second, a noise from the balcony catches your attention as Quinn appears behind Sam, brandishing a bloodied knife in her hand. As Quinn moves towards her, she is forced to let go of your arm, and she turns to face her.

With Ethan taunting you from below and Quinn and Bailey closing in on the girls, you overcome your panic and realise it's your life or theirs.

"Tara, let me go". Your words cause the girl to look at you in shock. “No, I-” “Tara! Let me go.”. Your grip continues to slip as she looks at you as if you have lost your mind.

"Tara… Please." you give her a small smile as she looks at you with tears in her eyes. You watch as her lips begin to quiver, and you feel her grip loosen. Giving her a nod, she finally lets go of your wrists, causing you to plummet down from the balcony.

Turning your attention to the killer below you, you land with a loud bang, and your injured leg collapses beneath you. In an instant, Ethan is plunging his knife into your stomach, a meek whine escaping your lips as you bend over his arm. Twisting his knife inside of you, your loud cru echoes through the theatre as tears threaten your eyes.

Finally, bringing your head up to look at the boy, his smile sent a shiver down your spine as your breathing became more and more laboured. Just as you thought your time was coming to an end, another figure comes falling down from above you.

It was Tara.

Before you can say anything, she lands on her feet with a knife in her hand. Catching Ethan off-guard, she grips his hair and rips his head back. Looking at her with his mouth open, she lifts up her knife and plunges it into the back of his throat. You can hear him gargling on his own blood as she twists the knife, blood splattering on her face.

"Now die a fucking virgin."

Pushing him so that he falls to the ground with a thud, Tara quickly averts her attention back to you, who, to her surprise, was wearing a smirk on her lips. "That was really hot." you chuckled in pain as she kneeled down next to you, noticing the knife was still in your abdomen.

"Shut up," she said before moving to lie you down. Knowing she was about to pull it out, you exhaled shakily before nodding at her, and just like you did Kirby, she pulled the knife out quickly, earning a pained groan from you, before immediately applying pressure to your wound.

Gently removing her hand from your stomach, you move to sit up and attempt to ignore how her hand is now stained with your blood. Making into an upright position, you look at Tara, who is scanning you for any other wounds, whilst you watch her face with a tender gaze.

The bang of a gunshot, followed by the thud of a body that vibrated the creaky floors above your head, brought you both back to the situation you were in. "Help me up," you say quickly, urgently trying to get up and help Sam, presuming it wasn't her body that you heard fall.

As Tara wrapped her arm around your waist gently, she pulled you to your feet; the faint sound of Sam's voice talking to someone calms your nerves. The throbbing from your bullet and stab wound was a rude awakening as to the shape you were in, not to mention the blood that covered almost every inch of your body.

Before the two of you could move towards the stairs, the sound of screaming rang through the theatre as you both looked up. Your jaw dropped. Bailey and Sam came flying over the railing before plummeting into the displays beneath them. As the glass shattered beneath them, you were quick to notice their lack of movement.

Pulling Tara off of you, you pushed her towards her sister. Running to her side, you hobbled as fast as you could towards them. Thankfully, Tara had managed to shake her awake by the time you got there. As she helped Sam to her feet, you sighed in relief as you looked over at a still motionless Bailey.

As the sisters check over each other, your sights remain on the unconscious killer in front of you. "What are we gonna do about him?" you ask, nodding your head in his direction.

You watch as the gears turn in Sam's head, weighing the options between ending it now and letting him die somewhat peacefully or giving him a taste of his own medicine.

She chose the latter.

Hidden behind the curtains on the side of the stage, you watched Bailey through a small slit, waiting for him to move in order to signal Sam that your plan was in action.

It was simple, really. Make him go crazy, and then you kill him.

After a few minutes, Bailey finally began to stir as he moved to sit up. You quickly poked your head around the corner into the hidden hallway, where Sam was standing in her father's costume; you gave her a nod before she pulled a phone out of her pocket and pulled it to her ear.

The sound of Bailey's phone ringing echoed through the now disturbingly quiet theatre. Repositioning yourself so that you can see him, you watch as he rapidly looks around him before standing and bringing his phone to his ear.

You can't hear what Sam is saying to him, but you watch him make his way to the stage as planned. "Oh yeah, what's that?" his voice grows louder as he finally appears on the stage.

Now, the fun part.

As planned, from your place on the ground, you reached your uninjured leg out and kicked a floorboard. Before you could even retract your leg, Bailey snapped towards the noise and fired two precise shots into the heads of the mannequins that lined the stage.

"You put on your true face, huh? Your birthright. Poetic that you're going to die in it…" Exhaling quietly as he spoke, you moved to a spot against a wall where you could relax your weakening body for a minute as Tara played her part.

A noise sounded from the other side of the stage. Closing your eyes as you leaned your head back onto the wall, you listened as Bailey once again flinched and fired his gun, this time the sound of shattering glass filling the stage.

"You know the truth now. Murder's in your blood."

It was your turn again. As quietly as you could in your state, you reached your arm over to the brick that Sam had given you. Picking it up, with the strength left in your arms, you threw it into the back corner of the stage, away from you.

The sound of Bailey's gun firing once again filled the air as he screamed frustratedly, "Stop fucking around and show yourself!". Knowing that it was Sam's turn, you quietly crawled towards the curtain, pulling it aside slightly so that you could peer through.

"I'm a fucking police officer! What are you gonna do, huh? Who do you think they're gonna believe?" he screams once again. A faint smile lands on your lips as you watch Sam appears behind him, wearing the mask and all. Before he even notices her presence, she quickly spins him around before, as you would put it, stabbing the shit out of him.

As crazy as it sounded to say, the sound of his screams was like music to your ears. His family had singlehandedly taken everything from you, so watching him suffer was like heaven to you.

Spotting Tara appear from behind her hiding spot and walking towards Sam, you decided to do the same. With a groan and the help of a wall, you pulled yourself to your feet before weakly hobbling out from your place behind the curtains.

As Sam finally stops stabbing him, and he pleads for his life, you watch with a mixture of admiration and concern, confused as to why she is giving him any chance to live.

She didn't entertain it for long.

"But you did fuck with my family, so…". You watch with wide eyes as Sam gruesomely stabs him straight in his eye, the blade clearly reaching his brain as he falls to the ground, twitching.

"Aw, now we're matching." you joke, earning a laugh from the girls as you look at the mutilated body of the once detective who now also had only one functional eye - had he been alive, that is.

"Let's get out of here," Tara says softly as she grasps your hand with hers. Her touch never fails to make you giddy, but something was off this time. As she tried to pull you towards the stairs off the stage, your head began to spin uncontrollably as a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

Your legs collapse underneath you as Tara catches you, her face ridden with worry. "Y/n?!? Hey, you're okay, just breathe.". Your vision was fading in and out of a blur as the feeling of your limbs began to escape you. Sam kneels down on the other side of you, matching Tara's expression, as you try to nod to Tara's words.

"Yeah… I just… need a little break." Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you try your best to keep them open. "Keep your eyes open for me, okay," Tara speaks as calmly as she can as she notices the blood beginning to spill from your wounds again.

“Yeah… of course…”

Opening your eyes slowly, you groan softly as the bright light hanging above you stings your eyes. Carefully rubbing your eyes, still careful of your scar, you move to sit up slightly, noticing you are in an empty hospital room. Confusion washes over you, as last you remember, you were on a bloodied stage, and yet here you were.

Doing your best with your aching limbs, you move a pillow behind your back in order to give you a better view of your new environment, admittedly much nicer than your previous one.

Scanning the room, you notice the small TV in the corner of the room is playing The Babadook. You know you didn't put it on, so someone must be here, and it's not particularly hard to figure out who it must be.

With your attention focused on the screen, you fail to notice when Tara walks in the door with a bag of chips in her hand. As she notices your moving figure, a loud gasp escapes her lips. She drops everything in her hands to cover her mouth, her eyes immediately watering.

The sound makes you immediately turn to her, a smile growing on your lips as your eyes meet hers. As the fact that you are awake and alive sinks in, she runs over to the side of your bed and brings her hands up to your face.

Gently cupping your cheeks, her teary eyes look into yours as your hands gently grip her wrists. "Hi," you chuckle softly, the wave of relief finally hitting you. "Hi," she chuckles back even softer, her eyes scanning every detail of your face.

"Is everyone okay?" you ask with furrowed brows as she nods enthusiastically in response. "Yeah, yeah, we're all fine.". The sigh that escapes your lips rids your mending body stress, all of it melting away as soon as you know you have all made it.

Your eyes return to Tara's as she whispers softly, "I can't believe you're alive.". You smile sincerely at her words. "I'm not going anywhere." At your words, she lets go of your face and climbs onto your bed. Your eyes were filled with curiosity. You watch as she wraps her arms around your neck and buries her head in your shoulder.

Instantly reciprocating, you wrap your arms around her waist and hug her with all the strength you can muster. You can feel her tears falling onto your bare shoulder, entangling one of your hands in her hair as you gently play with her hair.

"We made it, Tara. We made it."

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[judgementdaysunshine]

☀️ + tolkien + only one bed <3

Omg yessss 😊

Aragorn

At first he would be frustrated because how tired he was

He would think for a while about what to do finally deciding for you to take the bed and him to have the couch or floor if there wasn't any other spot to sleep

After awhile he would wake up to see you waiting for sighing and getting beside you making sure to have just enough space to respect your boundaries but also where he had enough room to sleep and not fall off the edge of the bed

After awhile though you both slowly moved closer and closer whether it was because of the tension or because the two of you didn't feel as much awkwardness neither of you didn't know

You felt what you thought was the blanket being fixed but was actually him wrapping his arms around you

You wake up with your head on his chest not knowing what to do so you stay there and fall back asleep later waking up with him across the room looking out the window

You sit across from him talking and smiling when you look to see that he had wrapped his cape around you while you were asleep

Soon the two of you were in each other's embrace sharing a loving kiss going and eating breakfast

Boromir

He never really shared a bed with anyone so he didn't know what to think or how to act about it even when he saw your eyes get big and your face turn a rosy pink

He offers you the bigger or more comfortable side of the bed or the whole bed but you stop him telling him you both need rest and you'd just share the bed for the night

After falling asleep he felt something warm touch his spine looking behind him to see your arms wrapped around his torso and your head against his spine quietly sleeping making him confused but then smile going back to sleep holding your hand

You wake up the next morning to see boromir sitting next to you smiling looking down at you which made you turn a bright pink trying to hide your face but he gently grabbed it kissing your cheek

Gently he pulls you into his lap making you laugh and then smile laying your head on his shoulder while he just holds you "I love you my dear"

Frodo

He would be very nervous offering you the bed going to sleep in front of the fire but you immediately grab and gently sit him on the bed laying down

After a while of small talk and getting under the covers you both slowly fall asleep to the small cracks of the fire across the room

You were almost asleep when you felt a gentle but soft warm touch against your face peeking your eye open just enough where you'd still look asleep seeing him caress your face while he watches the fire

Soon you fell back asleep as he looks at you smiling before slowly and hesitantly leaning towards you kissing your cheek laying down and going to sleep

You woke up seeing frodo come in with first breakfast smiling as you locked eyes after leaning up as he put the tray in your lap sitting down beside you with a cup of tea in his hands

After finishing breakfast the two of you just talk while sitting up in bed laughing and smiling at the chaos of Merry and Pippin down the hall from the two of you

Soon you both get ready meeting the rest of the fellowship downstairs and continuing on your journey to Mordor

Sam

He would be very quiet and embarrassed not knowing what to do before turning around to bunk with frodo if the two of you couldn't get a different room with two beds

After finding out that it was the only room you could have he reluctantly agreed to share the bed making sure not to crowd you or overtake the whole bed

Soon he woke up feeling a bit warmer looking to see you asleep on him with your legs tangled with his and your head on his lower chest first a bit startled but after looking at you he smiles wrapping his arms around you going back to sleep

You both wake up wrapped and molded together making both of you turn bright red jumping away until you both laugh and sit back by each other

You place a kiss on his cheek making him frozen solid until he finally comes back to reality as you smile at him

The two of you share first breakfast getting ready going outside meeting everyone else who were waiting to leave and continue the journey to Mordor to destroy the ring

Legolas

He would definitely offer you the room and get another one for him but before he could walk out you wouldn't mind sharing the bed

You make sure that you don't touch each other and soon you're both asleep until he wakes up seeing you at the end of the bed staring at the fireplace

You turned being brought into a hug by him staying like that for an hour until you looked at each other soon in a gentle and slow kiss holding each other until you laid back down with your arms around each other,legs entangled,and head on his chest listening to his heartbeat falling asleep not much long after

You both wake up showering together telling how much you felt for each other sharing kisses on your bodies then finishing getting ready and going down eating lembas bread waiting for everyone holding hands smiling

#lord of the rings x reader #aragorn x reader #samwise gamgee x reader #boromir x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #frodo baggins x reader #judgementdaysunshine #judgementdaysunshine's birthday celebration

[orgxnas]

The Fellowship and their favorite Classic Frat Party Bangers™️

Frodo

No Hands by Waka Flocka Flame

This is pre-Ring Frodo, ofc

Y’all remember how he was dancing at Bilbo’s birthday? Yeah dude def likes to get down

I just feel like after he’s had a few drinks in him and this song comes on, he grabs Sam and loudly says “OMG ITS MY SOONNGGGG!”

Can sing the whole song with no breaks (just like me fr)

Sam

Everything by Pitbull

Sam actually doesn’t really like the music they play at parties. He thinks some of the lyrics are crass

HOWEVER

One time this song came on at a party that Rosie was at and she danced with him the entire song. He has not stopped thinking about it since

The next day he went straight to Merry (the Pitbull expert) and asked him what the song was called and then he immediately went and bought the song and listened to it everyday for the next two weeks

Now he requests it every time him and Frodo go out just in case Rosie is there

Pippin

Shots by Lil Jon

He is the Snooki of the Shire let’s be real here

Loves lil Jon. Thinks he’s a lyrical genius

He’s always up on the damn tables and the bar

“IF YOU AINT GETTIN DRUNK GET THE FUCK OUT THE CLUB” and Pippin took that personally

Spills his drinks on everyone. Gets into a verbal altercation bc of said spillage. Merry comes in to back him up. Now Frodo and Sam have to break up a fight

Merry

Hotel Room Service by Pitbull

Pitbulls no. 1 fan

Right up there on the tables with Pippin

Gets sooo hype for “WE AT THE HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY INN!”

Also spills his drinks but not as much

Has in fact been decked in the face for asking a girl if he could take her back to the hotel room for some *service*

Aragorn

Pepas by Farruko

This man has never gone to a party of his own accord. He has only gone just to make sure that Merry and Pippin don’t die

BUT once he’s got a few drinks in his system and this song comes on, he’s ready to let lose

I feel like he would love the Spanish songs (he can speak fluently I just know it)

Does his own lil dancy dance while Merry and Pippin cheer him on

Legolas records it for when he’s sober and they can all laugh about it

Legolas

Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira OR Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado

Oh he defff likes the “girlier” songs

Once he has enough in his system to get that lil tingle in his hands, bro is right in the middle of whatever dance circle formed around him

That man LOVES to flip his hair all over the place like he’s really got his hands in his hair feeling the music and everything

Learned all this from his father I just know that Thranduil made sure his son was properly educated

Gimli gives him shit for the entire night

Gimli

Get Low by Lil Jon

Oh bro definitely likes to get low

His drunk self gets SO HYPE when this song comes on

Climbs right up on the table with Merry and Pippin (falls off soon after)

The rest of the fellowship watches in absolute terror as he tears up the dance floor

Gandalf

Danza Kuduro by Don Omar

Will he dance? Who knows

But one thing for certain is that his heart is filled with so much joy watching the Hobbits go absolutely crazy for this song

He thinks it’s so fun and endearing watching them dancing and enjoying the night

It’s one of those simple things that he loves so much. Watching a group of friends enjoying each others company and celebrating their friendship with music and dancing

You know what he WILL dance let him get in the middle of that silly little circle

Boromir

DJ Got Us Fallin In Love by Usher

He may be daddy’s favorite, but being daddy’s favorite is stressful

At the end of the week, he just wants to cut lose and get drunk

And drunk he gets

He just likes to feel the musiiicccc

Has never gone home alone LMAO

#lord of the rings #incorrect lotr quotes #lotr shitpost #lotr fandom #lotr #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry and pippin #pippin #merry brandybuck #pippin took #aragorn #legolas #gandalf #gimli #boromir #this is definitely canon

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

You know what I want to see a lot more of? Cultural meshing or whatever the hell you call it. I want to see how human and na'vi culture (among other things) could be learned and respected by both sides. For so long, all the Na'vi have really experienced is the war side of humans, and though I agree that we as a species can be pieces of shit (especially to our planet, etc) I also want to see the highlighting of all of the culture and stuff we've created over the thousands of years we've existed. I want someone to continue what Grace started and could have continued to grow until it flourished if it weren't for that fateful day.

I want to see two friends, one human and one na'vi, speaking to eachother. Only the human is a language nerd/polyglot and is enthusiastically trying to find out everything they can about the Na'vi language and its various dialects while at the same time excitedly introducing their na'vi friend to words in not just English but Spanish, Greek, etc. They're so excited to be teaching their Na'vi friend English while at the same time learning Na'vi and showing them all the cool language families back on Earth. I want them to explain the concept of a dead language, how things can fade with time, how without our ancestors voices there is a constant shift generation after generation, slow but sure. ("Oh, so you guys say herwìva! That's so cool, we call them snowflakes in English. Oh, and look: in French they're called flocon de neige.")

I want to see a bright-eyed young religion/other enthusiast chatting away about Eywa and all of the Na'vi stories all the while having no problem showing their na'vi friend the absolutely ridiculous amount of books on mythology, demonology, christianity, and all that other stuff. Folklore, fairytales, you name it! ("Yeah, and then Zues banged another lady! I know, he never learns!")

I want some random tree-lover fighting for what little trees are still left on Earth to get so excited that he makes entire slideshows about all of the trees they had back on Earth and are fighting to bring back and what so many of them symbolize, etc. ("What's that? Oh, no, you can't really build a home inside a redwood tree. Uh. . . maybe a treehouse? Wait, you guys don't have treehouses? Omg we have to build one! We'll only use fallen branches, I promise! Pretty please!")

I want to see a poet or writer roll up onto Pandora with their ungodly amount of literature who loves reading to the na'vi children and teaching them how to write fun little poems, etc, all while at the same time paying close attention to the na'vi stories and writing them down, compiling them and even memorizing some of them to connect more with her students. ("I am sam, am I am, do you like green eggs and ham?" "And then the brave Entu snook up behind the might Toruk. . ."

I want games of London bridge and ring-around-the-rosie played right alongside traditional na'vi child games, young children connecting with young na'vi. ("And then you bring your arms down around him and boom! He's out!" "Ooh, what's that you're doing? I wanna try! Do all na'vi play this game?")

I want fun cooking/food classes where they alternate between learning about na'vi food culture and human food culture and they get to truly see how rich the na'vi food culture is while at the same time seeing the same thing about people on Earth. ("I promise you, ice cream is man's best fucking invention ever! And there's so many different kinds and so many different ways of making it, too! Hey, what do you guys do for dessert? Are they fruit based?")

I want trips to places like the beach where a sweet instructor brings pictures of beaches on Earth in the past and shows the others where crabs would have been or some other oceanic shit all while the na'vi instructor teaches them about Pandora's beaches. (no reason in particular for this one, I've just been wanting to go to the beach recently 🤷)

I want people who rode horses (both for equestrian sports and pleasure) to be in awe of the pa'li and to show the na'vi various different moves, games, etc, that they did on their horses via pa'li through things such as videos, pictures, all that fun stuff. ("And this right here is called puissance. You have no idea how long me and my horse had to train to make it safely over that jump!")

I want humans explaining the sheer amount of effort it takes in bonding with an animal. Months, years. And even then you can never be too sure. There is no tsaheylu, no "becoming one". We have to work hard, so hard, for every skill. Every trick. Everything. And even when all is done, there is always the chance of miscommunication. Of you making one wrong move and a horse you've known since you were four bucking you off, or your dog biting you if not trained properly. We are never one, always separate, no matter how close we get. Understanding only goes so deep, and yet we take risks day in and day out because we love our dogs and horses and any other animal we may have conflicts with.

I want humans explaining the fear. And yes, everyone feels fear (especially when colonial idiots pull up *cough* Quaritch *cough*), but for humans? It has always been a constant. There is no Eywa. Our perception of everything is completely different from a na'vi, who spends their whole life connected to their planet. We are alone in our minds, in our perception. When we die, there is only death. Our ancestors are lost in the wind. We are each left to interpret everything in the ways we know how, and we are so weak. Killed so easily. Everything is a threat. The ocean, a tree, animals, mountains, nature. Everything that gives us life takes it away, only there is no Eywa telling us that it is alright. That there is balance. For us, there is just panic and pain and fear, as we are attacked from all sides, begging for answers we'll never get. So we protect ourselves in the only ways we know how. Houses. Machines. And the fear, over time, our justification. (Not sure if what I'm trying to say made any sense at all lol.)

And I want na'vi taking this in, not forgiving us for our wrongdoings (because we have no right to ask that of them) but for them to just see us the way they claim to see so much. For them to see us and us to see them and for there to be understanding. No "demons". No "savages". Because that's not how it is. It's just two different mindsets brought on by two very different planets.

But what I want most of all?

A slushy tbh. Gonna go drive to my local 7/11 now. That's enough depression for one day.

Wow what a very emotional ask! I really love this! My favorite human things that fics tend to have Jake bring to the Omaticaya are small but meaningful I think. Curse words, photos and videos, children's games (the marking their height on the wood!!), high fives and pinky swears, flipping people off, books, and slang for sure.

In regards to most of this I think Norm is your GUY. I refuse to believe he doesn't teach his 50 million adopted children to read and write along with history and culture and biology, Earth and Pandora. The rest of the village kids TOTALLY get in on these lessons they all want to learn, they get jealous of their friends. Norm taking over and restructuring Grace's school is my FAVORITE headcanon, I love the idea that Spider joins him in lessons after he gets older if he never gets an avatar or gets Eywa blessed.

#anyways what an absolutly lovely ask anon #looove this idea #obsessed #i love specifically the omaticaya and the scientists relationship as their lives go on #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #norm spellman #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #the people need this fic we are begging for it

[rwoh]

8, 16, 19 for the ask game? :)

omg hey long time no see

Choose violence ask game

8 - common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

anakin is the straight man of Star Wars I do not think he's queer,,,

for lotr it's that Frodo Sam and Rosie ended up in a polycule (idk how popular that one is but I see it a lot)

everyone hates on rop but truly,,, what character development and story plot was in the Silmarillion, truly?? it's like reading a history textbook it's a blorbo framework, like an agar plate to grow your blorbos and head canons on. I saw a breakdown of why the costuming was wrong and terrible and they started with "I haven't watched this" so how do you know it didn't fit their characters???

and for atla can people please stop making Kyoshi bloodthirsty???? she was not????

elvar stans,,, I have changed. avar kiss is a working career woman with a job and elzar mann is that guy in the office who will not stop asking her out. it is not as romantic as you think it is she is trying to handle a crisis and elzar is in the corner mooning over her

16 - you can't understand why so many people like this thing

Taylor swift and zutara. like I'm not mad about it I just have the tags blocked.

19 - you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like

sometimes I go onto ao3 and specifically go out and find the worst (as in most horrifying) content with the best writing style because I need to remind myself of what the horrors are. are they wildly out of character? sometimes yes. are they very in character and someone is just trying to see how far in canon someone would go? also yes. bring on the dead dove horrors.

#atla #star wars #star wars the high republic #avatar the last airbender #lotr #rop #silmarillion #ask game #asks #lore with lil #lord of the rings #anakin skywalker

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Sam training Rosie to pick things up with her mouth and bring them to him and one day you hear rosie trot into the living room with a bundle flowers in her mouth and a note from Sam

Omg this is precious!

It would be so cute after you've had a bad day, you're just laying on the couch waiting for Sam to come home and you hear the door open and the little feet of Rosie coming down the hall. You sit up confused because usually Sam is bursting through the door to see you, but Rosie rounds the corner with a bouquet in her mouth. "Awww, hi pretty girl!" You coo as you take the bundle of sunflowers from her, giving her a sweet little rub on the head. You smile as you take a sniff of the fresh flowers. "There's my baby doll." Sam smiles as he leans against the entryway to the living room. "A little Rosie told me you had a bad day." He frowns dramatically. "My boss is an asshole, but I think these flowers might turn might have just turned my day around." You smile as you hold them fondly to yourself. Sam walks over to you, falling beside you on the couch, pulling you in for a kiss to your forehead. "Just wanna make sure my favorite girl knows how much I love her." He mutters against the crown of your head. "I love you, Sammy."

#soft and sweet sammy #wild wednesday #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf

[tinfairies]

Mamma Mia au with Jace, Aegon and Aemond

YES OMG I'VE HAD THIS IDEA FOR MONTHS

Reader as Donna

Aemond as Harry

Jace as Sam

Aegon as Bill

Helaena as Tanya

Baela as Rosie

We gotta have Rhaena in there too so she's a 3rd best friend, we'll change up the plot a little lolol

#tin talks

[evansbby]

Bestie omg😭😭😭 I knew it was gonna be an emotional roller coaster, but this was so much better than I expected, and I expected no less than a masterpiece!!!

I absolutely LOVED everything about it!!!!!

Steve’s character development?? Omg made me so emotional I cried so much. The way he listened to omega even though everything inside of him told him to end peter… but he still let go for her, bc he loves and he knew he would lose her if he didn’t control himself🥹

And the panic attack? Read about Steve in this situation, Steve the strong alpha who’s always in control, just completely lose himself bc someone dared to touch the woman he loves and talk about their relationship. SO HEARTBREAKING that was the first time I cried during reading this.

And the car ride to her mother’s house pls it was so entertaining😭 Steve suggests to play this game just so he could ask her this question while this cute thing being completely clueless and asks him his fav color😭😭😭😭

But this sweet little moment they had smiling at each other and him kissing her and telling she’s cute I MELTED😭 it almost felt like he’s a normal person🥹

And when they got to her mother’s house, the part with him reading her diary and calling her a nerd omg this little normal couple moments have my heart 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭

And i love how protective he gets when it’s about her, wanting to find one of her mother’s ex bf and kill him cause he touched her? Im such a slut for men like that fr

And god bestie you WRECKED MY HEART with the part where she was screaming and crying after her mother’s letter. Cried so so so much. Omega deserves so much better.

And at his parents house🥹 Steve is such a mama’s boy I can’t. i loved every moment of them at his parents house, it felt like this place really brought out the best of them. At Steve’s place there was Bucky and sam around and idk I just always got the feeling omega is super uncomfortable with that. And at his parents house it felt like she was more calm, and even found a friend🥹 she always wanted a real mother, and her being friend with her mother in law was so good and healthy for her. She never really had anyone to talk to and Steve’s mother really gets her being an omega herself

Omega’s constant need to be with Steve was honestly adorable, yet so sad at the same time. Like she was always afraid that if she’d not never to him he’ll just disappear and leave her alone with her thoughts and she was so scared of that

Ngl at the ultrasound I was kinda scared that their gonna find out that there is no baby but there wad and this moment was so wholesome😭🥹

And yk what I don’t wanna talk about this whole Bucky thing ok this made me way to emotional and i love Bucky and I hate him at the same time and this whole thing just broke me

But the end and the epilogue i just 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 cried!! so!!! Much!!!!!!! IT WAS PERFECT i loved it i just loved the way they both changed so much and became literally perfect for each other. Like they’re actually meant to be. They’re relationship at first felt really forced, like he has her trapped and she doesn’t want to be there, and she was too scared to even look him in the eyes, and he was just a complete asshole. And they change so much to fit each other and make this relationship so healthy and pure and full of love🥹

and the daughter???!!!??? STEVIE IS A GIRL DAD���😭😭😭😭 and the name Rosie omg!!!!!!!! Love it!!!!!!!

I wrote so much im sorry i just love this fic and you!!! For writing this and thank you so much bestie for working so hard on this you’re so appreciated 💘💘💘🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Thank you so so much for reading and sending this lovely amazing review bestie!!! I love you!!

I also love how you noticed the normal couple moments they had and also Steve trying to be normal too!!! I really wanted to showcase that in this chapter bc I feel like all their moments as a couple have been either super intense or just Steve gaslighting her. So I really wanted to show them being normal!

I’m so happy you enjoyed the whole car scene, it was honestly so much fun to write! Not Steve FINALLY trying to communicate through some weird ass “game” and omega not even understanding and innocently asking his fav colour 🥺🥺🥺 She really is so cute and no wonder Steve finds her cute 😌🥹

All of that was kind of like the calm before the storm, which was the sadness of omega discovering that her mom left her 😭😭

AND YES STEVE IS A GIRL DAD😌🥹🥹🥹 and yes their relationship is a lot better than at the beginning, it’s crazy how far they’ve come!!

Thank you so so much for reading! And never apologise for leaving a long review, I live for asks like these 💖

#poyt 5 spoiler #poyt 5 ask #anon #poyt ask

[dannythedog]

Soft Sammy thought: So, Sam is smart right, I’m sure he’d be good at trivia, like Jeopardy. And every night my parents watch Jeopardy and have like a contest to see who is smarter and I just keep thinking about watching Jeopardy with Sam, Rosie is laying in the couch and it’s peaceful. Sam would probably beat me at Jeopardy

Omg so in high school I used to totally be in love with this guy who I was really close with. I would go to his house all the time and his dad would be on the couch watching jeopardy so they’d both be yelling out answers back and forth while I just sat and watched

This is like the perfect thing for me lmao

#my asks #greta van fleet #gvf #sammy kiszka #sammy gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka

[chipswsalsa]

Thinking about being in a relationship with both Danny and Josh. The almost nonstop intimacy. The kisses. The lingering touches. Sleeping all wrapped up in each other. But also, the domestic moments. Making breakfast together in the morning. Going grocery shopping. Doing housework quicker because there are three of you living together. 😭 Why was I put on earth if I wasn't meant to be in a relationship with Danny and Josh??? 😭 And for the record I'd be down to share the boys with you if you'd be okay with that.

stop omg😭 I'm such a whore for domestic life ideals, especially when thinking about the gvf boys

you get them Sunday/Tuesday/Thursday, I get them Monday/Wednesday/Friday, we share Saturday?

like let's just jump into our pretend-land for a moment, shall we

josh

you and josh just sitting on the couch after a long day and you have a couple drinks or a glass of wine and you're all bundled up in cozy blankets and pj's and you're listening to him talk about whatever movie is playing that he's probably seen million times but you agree to watch it bc you know it's a favorite of his, "and when they filmed this scene, the director really wanted to emphasize the theme of the movie so he had the actors all do XYZ," or like, "they heightened the score during this scene because the director wanted to amplify the suspense factor" and you're just nodding along smiling because he's so annoyingly cute with his little never-ending factoids about film, and you lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek and he just smiles and looks at you, “what was that for, mama?” “no reason, you’re just cute.”

jake

living a domestic ass life with jake and you're both bouncing around the kitchen because he agreed to let you (try to) help him cook whatever meal he insisted on making you after he got home from a long run of shows, and you're not the best help ever but he's letting you try your best and chuckling at you when you lose track of where you are in the recipe or something and he just gently ushers you away from the stove, "okay baby, why don't you get the drinks ready and I'll finish up here," and you give him a little pout like, "but i wanna help you" and he gets some lighthearted sass, "you've been a great help, but you'll be even more help away from my stove"

danny

danny and you just sitting up on the couch after he gets home from tour talking way too late into the night about life and checking in with each other and he notices you start yawning so he grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom but instead of laying with you, he grabs a guitar and sits against the headboard while you're fighting to keep your eyes open and he just smiles at you and, "want me to play you something to fall asleep?" and you give him a quiet little "yes please" and he strums a nice gentle lil tune until he sees your breathing even out and hears little snores coming from you, so he leans down and gives your forehead a little smooch before setting the guitar down and snuggling up to you

sam

watching a movie with sam that you know he hates but he watches it because he knows you love it and you're laying with your legs across his lap and he's got his hands roaming up and down your legs, and the whole time he can't keep his comments to himself, "this movie is so unrealistic! you would absolutely notice if someone replaced your face cream with foot cream!" and you just sigh and laugh a little before he ultimately decides to get up and make a drink and spend some time with rosie before you catch him standing in the doorway to the living room watching the movie intently until the credits roll and you look at him with a smirk and say, "thought you hated this movie, sammy?" and he rolls his eyes and tells you to shush before he plops down on the couch to choose a new one, "your movie picking privileges are provoked the rest of the night. I'm picking the movies now."

#ily #anon ask #greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #danny wagner #danny gvf #sam kiszka #sam gvf

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Not sure if you or anyone in the fandom here knows but I’ve seen in pictures that Sam’s pupper Rose (who is so flipping cute btw omg) has a service dog harness and stuff and I was just curious if anyone knew why? I know not all disabilities are visible and all that stuff and I’m not judging or trying to be nosy or whatever I’m just genuinely curious I guess cause I’ve never personally seen anything about it before. But also it makes Rosie even more perfect cause we stan a working girl 👏🏻👏🏻

You can have a dog registered to be a service dog for a lot of different things! It could be anxiety, ADHD, there’s really no telling. He also may have done it simply to be able to keep her with him on tour (I don’t know what the guidelines/requirements in that case would look like). That’s really all I know, honestly. I don’t know the true reason why she’s a service dog

[punkybunk]

I watched Mama Mia 2 Here We Go Again last night with my friend (they bought me the double disk DVD so we have the 1st and the 2nd <3). I loved the movies for so long but I haven't rewatched them for a few years and now I have some Commentary. Below is me listing out the things that bugged me in Here We Go Again.

During the rewatch, I realized that Mama Mia 2 is like an AU of Mama Mia rather than continuing the same story. Like I Love the characters in the 2nd film but that's not my young Donna, and the other characters just aren't quite matching to their present day characters. Yeah- Aging is a thing and growing up means changing over the years but I don't see that in the way they showed them in Mama Mia 2.

(Not to mention they didn't follow the OG story line? Donna's diary not matching the 2nd movies plot line of meeting the men) (also Tonya and Rosie acting like they don't know the men /about Donna sleeping with them all in a relatively short time frame? But they meet Bill and Sam on the island)

Mama Mia is one of my favorite movies (definitely crushed on Amanda Seyfried in any of her movies tbh) and I was so pumped for the sequel but it is not connected to the 1st and it kinda stops me from enjoying Here We Go Again because I want it to follow the OG story and honor that.

Here We Go Again coming out in 2018 is probably the reason for the differences made- specifically the pro-life vibes in it. I could be wrong, I don't want kids ever so maybe it's a personal thing that the importance placed on Sophie being pregnant like Donna was odd to me. Overall the way they frame Sophie being pregnant and having that be a pivotal moment in the film was meant to show 'Ah the joy of a a baby its magic and Nothing Compares'.

Also Cher showing up to be Donna's mom?? THEM DROPPING THAT DONNAS DAD WAS HISPANIC ???? SENOR CIENFUEGOS?? I KNOW THAT STUFF WAS ADDED WAY LATER BUT I FEEL LIKE THAT WOULD BE IMPACTFUL TO DONNA AND HER LIFE BEING 1/2 HISPANIC/ MEXICAN. IM BEGGING FOR CONTINUITY PLEASE.

Love Cher- but hearing her show up and give Sophie shit by saying ' Don't hold a grudge it'll make you fat' ?? Why, just why and then Sophie hugs her later after Cher gives criticism about her performing but saying she's proud after Sophie prompting her to change her answer? Just gives a message of '(Blood) Family is everything and forgives all' that I don't like and was not in the first film? Donna also references her mother in the 1st movie as dead 'Someone has it out for me up there probably my mother'. Donna made it clear throughout both movies the lack of connection she has with her mom and the mommy issues she has. Everyone else in the movies being so open to having her on Kalokairi while they cry over Donna being gone and how much they love her? Sam giving her a hug and kiss despite not likely EVER meeting her before Donnys baptism??

(Also do Greeks do baptisms? I'll look it up but just why so Christian and all the Christian messaging. Sophie grew up on the island and so did Sky? Why no accents, why does it feel like the main cast is only visitors despite the story stating they lived there? Donna was there for 40 years why don't they show the impact beyond design choices??)

Also SOPHIES GRANDMA?? LIKE THE ONE SHES NAMED AFTER - THAT WAS MENTIONED IN THE FIRST MOVIE 'OMG I WAS NAMED AFTER THE WOMAN WHO HELPED MY MOTHER RAISE ME' WITH BILL FINALLY BEING ABLE TO CONNECT IT TO 'OH SHIT THAT GIVES MORE CONTEXT AND I THINK YOURE MY KID NOW'

WHERE IS SHE?? WHY ISNT SHE IN THE MOVIES? OBVIOUSLY DONNA VALUED HER PRESENCE IN HER LIFE, WHY WASNT IT REFERRENCED IN THE 2ND MOVIE OTHER THAN GRANDMA SOPHIA GIVING SAM SHIT FOR LEAVING DONNA / BEING ENGAGED AND TELLING HIM TO FUCK OFF WHILE DONNAS 'WITH THE BIGGEST STUD OF EUROPE' (LIKE THATS YOUR GRANDSON?)

I got a lot of feeling about world building man, that's what can draw me in and I wish they did more for the movie (bits and pieces, it doesn't have to be written out and verbally stated but like, but not even interactions with the staff/neighbors?) I was blind to it when I first watched it but they really don't give anything meaningful to any of the PoC characters despite this literally being their homes with their families. Like WHY DOES SOPHIE DO THE LINE UP THING WITH CHECKING PEOPLES UNIFORMS DURING ANGEL EYES??? Just the distance all of the white Europeans and the Greeks/ overall white savior-Mary Sue 'everyone loves Donna and Sophie' - why is everyone else so servant like?

- I love Harry (the token gay of the show really) and his character makes me sad more after the 2nd movie. In the end sequence/ final song of Super Trooper (with Cher) all the characters are dancing with their younger selves- everyone is having a good time and dancing but Harry is like No I don't dance/ my younger self is cringe? Like part of his development was connecting with Sophie and being one of her Dads / valuing life again and being more than a corporate executive/ banker, 9 to 5 guy. He dances with everyone else but with his past self he's back to 'I'm uncomfortable and a boring man, allergic to fun'? That unravels everything up to that point of Harry connecting with others, his want to be 'spontanteous', his want to be fun and in the moment. (Also Harry in the 1st movie - would Not entertain the idea of missing something of Sophie's -why the hell was he in a board room for 14 hours before deciding to remember how important she is to him??)

Also Sam, Bill and Harry in the Super Trouper number are shown behind the var picking up glasses of beer to come around it and sit on stools while kinda singing? It's giving ' oh haha the Average Dad who likes to sit and watch sports on TV and sit back after long day of work'? I feel like there were so many small things and decisions made to show a conservative version of Mama Mia in Here We Go Again.

It's a fun movie and not meant to be serious commentary of the world but rewatching after the last few years leaves me with a sense of 'its not that great or/ fulfilling characters stories' - I'm still jamming to the soundtracks and talk with others who love the movies but damn I needed to rant.

#mama mia #mama mia 2 here we go again #bitching about world building #i know that i can write fanfiction for this and i might #should i also play DnD so i can world build to my hearts content? yes but #i will wait a little bit cause i know that its Trendy now thx to ST #not that its a bad thing but there is likely a demographic in the community that is there because omg my fav does this so ill do it to

[andvys]

I can’t watch love rosie without feelings because I was in a very similar situation sans the happy ending and Lily Colins did such an incredible job with her speech & emotional scenes causing me to be a blubbering fool (plus Sam Claflin who I love + adore) (also can’t believe he and Suki Waterhouse worked together again and I JUST noticed lol)

but see you’d already write it so well and portray the conflict perfectly! I could see the end being a proposal, reader being like “you don’t have to pity propose” and Eddie is just like “!?&@ woman I love you” and he gets the family he always wanted

that’s such a painful situation to be in, i’m sorry 🥹

(I love Sam Claflin and Suki Waterhouse omg! they’re amazing)

and omg thank you so much! them being idiots in love is actually perfect tho, i love it 😂 and eddie getting the family he always wanted? 🥹 he would be the best dad & husband!

#andy’s asks

[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

Hi there! Could you do a Pippin x fem!hobbit!reader where the reader is best friends with Rosie, who dares the reader to confess (says she’ll confess to Sam if reader confesses to Pippin), but when reader does confess, Pippin confesses too? Oh and could it end with a kiss?👀 tysm! Sorry that was a long one 😅

This is such an adorable idea omg

You sat at the small bar in the Green Dragon, watching Merry and Pippin dance, singing bar songs. You sighed, fiddling with your hair. "You could stand to actually talk to the man, I'm sure Pippin would love that instead of your staring." Rosie said, cleaning a mug. You glared at her, sighing and smacking your head onto the bar. "it's no use! I can't ever get a moment alone with the man, he's always with Frodo or-or with Merry. There's no point in talking to him." You said with a whine. "Sure there is, I'm sure if you asked for a moment alone you'd be fine." She said. You groaned and she rolled her eyes.

Finally the tavern emptied out, you helping Rosie turn over the stools. She was your dearest friend, always confiding to you. "I stand by what I said earlier." She said. "I cannot ask for a moment alone, my mouth goes completely dry when I try to speak to Pippin, like I've been feasting on crackers all day." You muttered. "Alright, so ask to get a drink with him." She said. "Tch. No." You halted. "Why not? It's not like he's never in here, he's a regular." She said. "Rosie, I am a lady." "HA! Okay." She snorted. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" You asked. She looked at you. "Besides the fact that you have a reserved chair here? At the bar? And that I am your only female friend. Not a chance." She said. You sighed. "you're working on being my last friend." You huffed. "Oh you don't mean that." She waved your words off. "I don't. But still. You don't feel any of this whenever you speak to Samwise?" You asked. She grew still, pausing at your words. "You know?" She asked. "Rosie, your emotions are as transparent as a glass of water." You said making her groan. "Alright fine, I do get the nervousness but you won't get anywhere if you let that control you." She said. "Practice what you preach." You sighed. "...Alright I will!" She said triumphantly. You blinked. "what?" "I will tell Sam my feelings ONLY if you tell Pippin yours." She said. "Rosie-" She shot you a look and you sighed, nodding. "Alright. Alright I'll do it." You sighed.

The next morning you were walking on the road with your basket, prepared to buy food. Pippin was walking with Merry before he noticed you, swallowing. He was behind you sure, but he noticed your beautiful locks anywhere. "...Gonna talk to her this time?" Merry asked quietly. "Well... I mean, it looks like she's having a peaceful morning, I wouldn't want to disturb that now would I?" Pippin asked. "Excuses." Merry scoffed. "I am not- Hi." Pippin gulped as you turned around, hearing voices. You opened your mouth, debating the idea of just screaming "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU! BYE!" and running. You voted against it though, looking at him. "Hi" you finally said.

"It's a nice morning isn't it?" Merry asked as an awkward silence fell over the two of you. "Yes... Quite." You nodded, gulping. Pippin fidgeted. "Would you like to have dinner with Pippin tonight?" Merry asked. "What?" You and Pippin asked in unison. "Dinner. Y'know, one of the various meals we need." Merry said. Pippin shot him a confused glance but you found yourself nodding. "Sounds... Nice" you said softly. "..Great uh... See.. see you then I suppose" Pippin said.

As they entered the tavern Pippin sighed. "Merry." "Yes?" Pippin put both hands on his shoulders. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Pippin asked, shaking the man. "Calm yourself Pippin, I did you a favor. You don't want to be like poor sodding Sam do you? Always staring at the girl but never saying anything?" Merry asked. "I mean no. But still- I don't even know what to do!" "Leave that to me." Was where the conflict was left.

You stood at Pippin's door in silence, knocking. You seriously couldn't believe any of this was happening. The door opened and Pippin paused. "H-Hi." He said. "Hi." You greeted. He opened the door more, you walking in. "Tis a beautiful night."Pippin coughed out. "Yes, yes quite." You said, looking around you. He guided you to a chair and you sat down, looking at him.

I wish I could tell you this was when you finally said something. But no. The evening was awkward smalltalk, compliments to the food and that was it. "Soooo. How'd the dinner go?"Rosie asked the next night as you sat at the bar. "Oh gods." You groaned, smacking your head on the counter. "Was it that bad? Did he reject you?" She asked nervously. "Nothing happened. It was SO. AWKWARD." You groaned, voice muffled as you spoke still with your head on the bar. "You didn't tell him?" She asked, putting down the mug she was wiping. "No I didn't." "You were at his home, he was alone. And you didn't tell him?"Rosie asked. "No" you muttered. "Y/n, you should tell him, it's obvious he loves you too." She said. You scoffed. "He does not." You said. "Y/n, do you remember when you wrote that poetry piece, about love? When you said that you wished to be looked at with love so bright it could mirror the moon?" Rosie asked. "I remember?"you said confused. "I present, your moon. The man is always staring at you with that same love that you want." She said, motioning to the hobbit at the table talking to Frodo. You sighed. "He does not love me Rosie-"

She sighed and walked, yanking you up. "Wha-where are we going!?" She marched over to the table with Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo. "Frodo, Merry, could you give us a moment? Sam I have to speak to you." Rosie said. You blinked. "What are you--" "Pippin, Y/n has something she'd like to say." Rosie said. You shot her a look as she pulled Sam aside.

You breathed, looking at Pippin. "Is something wrong?" He asked, slightly concerned. "What? Oh no-no no." You stuttered. He stared, waiting for you to speak. "...Rosie uhm... she tells me she's seen you staring at me?" You said. He let out a long breath. "Pippin I-" "Before you speak, can I say something?" He asked. You nodded. "I..." he inhaled looking at you. "I am in love with you." He said. You blinked, your cheeks growing red. "You are?" You whispered. "I-I think I always have, you have this lovely laugh, you- you have a smile that would light up a room." He said softly. You smiled looking at him. "Pippin...I was going to say I loved you." You admitted. His eyes lit up. "You do!?"he asked. "Yes! By the Valar, you make me stumble over every word, you're funny, you're kind, I've always admired you." You said with a smile. Pippin seemed relieved, taking your hands into his.

You smiled at him as he leaned across the table, kissing you. You smiled, giggling as he pulled away. "What do you think they're talking about?" Pippin asked, nodding to Rose and Sam. "Same thing we were." You admitted. "Eh?" "Well, there was an arrangement we agreed on... If I told you how I felt, she'd tell Sam how she felt." You admitted. Pippin chuckled. "Sam might drop dead with joy then." Pippin said with a smile.

Frodo blinked as he watched two of his friends fall in love. "What the bloody hell is happening?" Merry asked. "...I think we're watching our friends fall in love Merry." Frodo said. "Oh no. No no no. Tell me we're not growing into adults, I'd have to kill myself." Merry whined. Frodo snorted. "I think we're safe. Those two though... I think they've succumbed to romance."

#pippin took #merry and pippin #pippin #pippin x reader #pippin imagine

[tuuliii]

Some thoughts about the Lord of the Rings musical

The stream was lovely and I was laughing my ass off half the time. Thank you!

Angry Gandalf best Gandalf (though he was a tad too aggressive for my taste).

Merry and Pippin entering every scene SCREAMING was hilarious.

Sam and Frodo were precious.

The Cat and the Moon is the ULTIMATE bop and Sauron agrees.

"Wake him gently"

Aragorn and Arwen making out while Frodo lay unconscious on the bed and then Merry and Pippin and Gandalf just bursting in and shouting in Frodo's ear. Lovely.

The Council of Elrond was great.

Isildur never got a name.

Scottish Boromir

Elrond was not happy about his daughter's choice of husband lmao

Saruman was awesome and the set looked great!

BOUNCY ORCS

Really, bouncy orcs were wonderful and the choreos were 👌

Really liked that Aragorn kept his real identity a secret till Boromir died.

GALADRIEL!!!! Musical Galadriel best Galadriel.

Legolas was hot.

The second act was a HOT MESS

ROHONDOR and the Steward of Men, Denetheoden who had one scene and was never mentioned again.

The Ents looked terrifying.

Honestly can't remember much else from the second act.

NOW AND FOR ALWAYS😭😭👌😍

Gollum was awesome.

"Don't go where I can't follow!"

WONDER AND THE LAST BATTLE🤌

"Will you not accompany us home?" "No, I need to see my old pal Tom Bombadil"

Sam and Rosie's wedding😍

The last set with the flowers was super super pretty and the farewells were so emotional omg

Overall a very enjoyable three hours!! 10/10 would recommend!

#lotr musical #the lord of the rings musical #the lord of the rings

[knowltonsrangers]

Hi there! Could I please get "A taking B ice skating for their first date" with either SoL Sam Adams or TURN Ben Tallmadge?? Whoever you think would fit better. Thank you!

“A taking B out for ice skating as a first date”

[a/n; omg hi!! I don’t think I’ve ever written for Sam before, so I’m so excited to say that this will be the first fic :) tysm for requesting, pls enjoy! 💕]

SoL!Sam Adams x reader

Everything had went from zero to one-hundred so quickly. You were stuck in your own world for half a minute, eyes fluttering in surprise when Samuel Adams asked you on a date.

He asked you…huh?

So to your blatant surprise, you blink wildly at the outdoor skating rink that was illuminated softly by a few stadium lights.

When had he suggested this? Just agreeing to anything that dropped out of the man’s mouth, if you were listening properly, you certainly would have attempted to turn it down. Possibly proposed another activity that didn’t involve you falling on your bum every fifteen seconds.

But nothing warms your heart more than watching the way Sam’s face lights up, the way his smile burns softly on his now-rosy cheeks. The typically concentrated and fierce man was showing his inner-child.

The words of protest die on your tongue.

“I haven’t done this since I was a little kid,”

Sam says, and you don’t fight the smile that permanently stays there.

“John and I used to go all the time. Huh, imagine him doing it now.”

“I don’t think you’d have much of a chance to get him out here,”

You try, and watch as he tilts his head back with a short laugh.

“None at all, I’m afraid.”

The air was cold enough and the time was later in the night for the rink to be almost empty. Better for you, and you would argue almost perfect for Sam.

“I’ll admit, I thought you would turn me down on this y/n,”

Sam opens the rink door and gestures after you, to which you throw your arms up and insist he goes in first.

“Are my shaking legs giving me away?”

But you interject yourself quickly.

“Anywhere was fine my me, though.”

If he was trying to hide his chortle, he really did not do a good job at it. Once inside the rink, he stands there so comfortably with one hand extended and the other on his hip.

“Won’t bite ya.”

You weren’t sure if he was referring to the ice, or himself.

“If I may, what made you decide on this Sam? Besides for old memories sake,”

Sam’s hands are warm, even though he isn’t wearing any gloves. He holds you close to his side, and you stare up at him, curious to his answer.

“Hm, well? A couple of things.”

Every time you feel the ice catch your skate, Sam’s grip tightens just a bit and holds you steady.

“Maybe it was an excuse to hold your hand for a while. Maybe it was because I get to see you get a little flustered when you’re frustrated.”

He’s clearly not in the least bit embarrassed to share these details with you, because he keeps going.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was a good excuse to see you alone, to get to see your beautiful face a little closer,”

You choked on your own spit trying to get a bashful

‘Thank you,’ out.

“People think I’m all fun and jokes, but I really do like you y/n. A lot. Reason why I asked you to come do this with me.”

Dropping your head on his shoulder, you squeeze his hand in your hold a little tighter.

“I like you too, Sam. And I’m really glad we’re getting to do this.”

And just when you felt comfortable, confident, and steady, the movement of your arm sent you straight down on the ice.

Slowly, and dumbfounded, you slide on your butt slippery ice.

“Ow,”

To your surprise, Sam makes no noise of laughter. He skids to a halt, and swivels around the instant your body fell.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m alright.”

“Here,”

Both his hands extended, you feel the swarm of butterflies as you look up and lock with his brown eyes.

“Thanks,”

As you interlock your fingers and Sam hauls you upright.

“Atta y/n. I’ll teach you, you got this.”

#sul writes #sons of liberty #sol #sam adams #samuel adams