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astrxq · 11 months

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a chance for change

ethan landry x fem!reader

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notes: not proofread! mentions of blood, kissing? reader gets hurt

You were going to kill Ethan Landry. If glaring at his stupid, curly hair throughout the lessons wasn't enough, you were going to make sure he didn't step a foot near you ever again. Actually, you were sure your head would explode if you heard his voice one more time.

The second the professor dismissed the class, you made your way out as fast as you could, catching a glimpse of Ethan walking up to the teacher with a notebook in his hands.

"Hey, what's up?" Anika asked, noticing the angry expression on your face the moment you walked out the door. "Ethan's sucking up again," you replied, holding out your bag to put the notes inside. "He kept interrupting me in class, even though he knew I knew the answers. He's doing it on purpose, just to annoy me. I swear I'm going to kill him."

Anika chuckled. "Maybe he likes you." She held out a warm paper cup of tea matching her coffee one. "What? No way, he's just a competitive jerk."

"He's a competitive jerk who has a crush on you." You rolled your eyes for the millionth time that day, brushing off Anika's comment. "Oh please, don't start with that nonsense. Ethan Landry and I are like oil and water. We don't mix."

Anika took a sip of her warm coffee cup, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "You know, sometimes opposites attract. It wouldn't be the first time."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Not in this case. We're polar opposites in every way possible." Anika raised an eyebrow.

You sighed, realizing that Anika had a point. "That doesn't mean we're meant to be together. Besides, he's always trying to one-up me. It's infuriating!"

Anika grinned, her eyes glinting mischievously again. "Maybe he's just trying to get your attention. Some people show interest by challenging the ones they like. It's like a twisted form of flirting."

You shook your head, unconvinced. "Flirting? That's not how it works. He's just trying to prove he's smarter than me." You crossed your arms, contemplating her words.

Deep down, a part of you wondered if there could be any truth to what Anika was suggesting. The thought of Ethan having a crush on you seemed absurd, considering your constant clashes and heated arguments. But you shook those thoughts away as Chad's frame came into vision, dragging Ethan by his forearm.

At the sight of your friend Chad, your brain sparked with the memory of the ski trip suggestion he and Mindy had made just a few weeks prior. "Shit, Anika," you muttered, "have you packed already?" You wanted to facepalm so badly, only realizing now that you were supposed to be leaving soon. "Yeah, you haven't?" You stayed quiet, answering her question. "You forgot... didn't you?"

"Um, yeah," you admitted sheepishly, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. "I completely forgot about the ski trip. I've been so caught up with this week's exams and everything that I completely lost track of time."

Anika sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. "We leave tomorrow morning! You normally plan everything ahead of time."

Panic started to set in as you realized the magnitude of your forgetfulness. You quickly retrieved your phone from your bag and checked the time. "You're right, I messed up big time. I need to hurry and pack. Can you help me, Anika? Please?" She tilted her head with a smile and nodded, before letting you hold onto her hand and hurrying to your shared apartment.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Chad and Ethan stopping their tracks, Chad's hand flying to Ethan's shoulder in what seemed like reassurance, and Ethan's face morphing into some kind of sadness. There was a momentary flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability that you hadn't expected to see. But he quickly shook it away before furrowing his eyebrows and making his way back to where he and Chad had come from.

While you and Anika hurriedly packed, grabbing any warm clothes you could find and going through the list of essentials Mindy had sent in the group chat, you felt excitement bubble in your chest due to the feeling of pressure being lifted off of your shoulders from the tough week of constant exams and important lectures. Just an hour later, you sat on your suitcase, trying to zip it shut while Anika slept on the couch, having fallen asleep with the TV on.

As you struggled to zip your suitcase shut, your mind kept wandering back to Ethan's expression earlier. But you quickly dismissed it as an irrelevant detail. After all, you had more pressing matters at hand—like making it to the ski trip on time.

You let out a sigh of relief, finally having shut the suitcase after multiple attempts. Glancing at the clock, you realized it was already late into the night. You decided to let Anika rest a bit longer, knowing she would appreciate the extra sleep before the alarm woke her up.

As you settled down on your bed, you couldn't help but replay Anika’s words in your mind. Overthinking Ethan's constant interruptions, your heated arguments, and the possibility of him having a crush on you—these thoughts swirled around in your head like a whirlwind.

Despite your initial resistance to the idea, you couldn't deny the strange way you felt around Ethan. It had to be hate, right?

Lost in your thoughts, you gradually drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of your alarm blaring the next morning. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes and stretched before going to wake Anika, who stirred on the couch, slowly waking up as well. "Oh, sorry," she said once she noticed she hadn’t gone to her room to sleep.

With a sense of urgency, you both prepared yourselves for the trip. You headed out the door with your luggage in tow, the adrenaline rush of almost being late momentarily pushing the night before’s thoughts of Ethan to the back of your mind. Mindy was tapping her foot in exhaustion with her arms crossed as Chad leaned on one of the cars, eyes almost shutting down because of the early morning. "We said 6 am! It’s almost twenty past!" Mindy exclaimed once you came into view, dragging your baggage. "Sorry! I had to get changed," Anika apologized, rushing to her girlfriend's side to kiss her cheek and hurrying inside the car in front of her. "We have to take two cars," Chad explained, his thumb pointing at the Carpenter sisters half asleep in the back. "I’ll drive you, Ethan, and Tara. Mindy will go with Anika." You almost huffed at the thought of being in the same car as Ethan, already imagining him cracking bad jokes with Chad or trying to engage in competitive banter. Despite your reservations, you climbed into the car and settled into your seat, bracing yourself for the journey ahead.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, you glanced at the back of Ethan’s head, who was sitting on the front seat next to Chad and in front of you. Ethan's head leaned back against the headrest

"Psst," Anika elbowed your arm when she sat next to you with a tray full of food from the hotel's lunchroom. "What happened with Ethan?" You shrugged. "Nothing. You know, the usual arguing and everything." Your attempt at a laugh certainly didn't go past your closest friend. "Really? Because you two are avoiding each other like you're the plague. It's been three days."

"We always do."

"No, you don't. Y/N, you love arguing with him." Your eyes almost popped out of your sockets. "What?" Anika raised an eyebrow at your surprised reaction, as if you were acting crazy. "Come on, Y/N. It's pretty obvious. You two have been at each other's throats for as long as I can remember. It's like a twisted form of entertainment for both of you."

You stared at Anika, trying to process her words. It was true that you and Ethan had always been at odds with each other, constantly bickering and arguing over the smallest things. But the idea that you actually enjoyed it, that it was some sort of twisted entertainment, was something you hadn't considered before.

"I... I never thought of it that way," you admitted, feeling a mix of surprise and confusion. "I mean, sure, we argue a lot, but it's not like I enjoy it or anything. Ethan can be really infuriating."

Anika chuckled softly and nudged your arm. "Oh, come on, Y/N. We've all seen the way you two banter back and forth. You both thrive on that tension, even if you won't admit it."

"But what do I do now?" you asked, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "He obviously doesn't want me around anymore." She gave you an apologetic look. "I really messed it up, didn't I?" You pushed your head into your hands.

You looked up at her, searching for some guidance. "He's finally shut me out, and I can't blame him for that."

Anika nodded understandingly. "Give him some space for now. It's clear that he's hurt and needs time to process everything. But when the time is right, try reaching out to him again, genuinely. Apologize for your part in the constant arguing and let him know that you want to change the dynamic between you two."

You sighed, realizing that it wouldn't be easy. "What if he doesn't believe me? What if he just brushes me off?"

"You're getting in your head. Don't worry about that now." The conversation quickly ended as the rest of the group sat with their food, all dressed in warm clothes. The tension between you and Ethan had become palpable, and it weighed heavily on your mind as you picked at your food. The conversation around the table seemed forced, with everyone aware of the underlying rift.

Anika, sensing your discomfort, leaned in closer to you. "Remember, it's going to take time," she whispered. "But you have to take the first step. Show him that you're serious about changing."

Deep down, you knew that Anika was right. You had to confront your own behavior and make amends if you wanted any chance of salvaging the mess.

Mindy broke the unsettling silence at the table by offering to take advantage of the few people around and go skiing. Once you reached the top of the hill, Anika helped fix your glasses, pulling you aside, and she reminded you gently. "If he needs space, give it to him, but don't let too much time pass." You nodded, determined to make it work.

Your mind was still consumed with thoughts of Ethan. Anika's words echoed in your ears, urging you to take action, but you couldn't shake off the anxiety that accompanied the idea of reaching out to him. Would he even be willing to listen? Would he give you a chance to explain?

You pushed those doubts aside and focused on the present moment. Remembering Chad's insistent instructions, you tightened your goggles, adjusted your gloves, and launched yourself down the slope, the exhilaration of skiing temporarily distracting you from your inner turmoil.

When you finally reached the bottom of the hill, you took a moment to catch your breath and glanced around, hoping to spot Ethan among the skiers. But he was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment crept into your chest, and you tried not to think about him as you followed Tara back to the top of the hill, where Mindy and Anika awaited their turn.

As you prepared for another run down the slope, you couldn't help but steal glances at the empty space beside you where Ethan would usually be. His absence weighed heavily on you, and you realized just how much his presence had become a constant in your life, even if it was marked by arguments and tension.

As you reached the top of the hill, you took a deep breath and tried to clear your mind. Tara called for you, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Y/N, move!" she said. You felt your feet slip away, falling on your back, and a stinging feeling taking over your right leg as you watched the man who had bumped into you slide away, Tara in the distance, struggling to come to a stop.

Pain shot through your leg as you lay on the snowy ground. The fall had caught you off guard, and you winced at the discomfort that radiated from your thigh. Ethan rushed over to your side, concern etched on his face as he stared at the cut on your leg, going through the thick fabric of the pants.

"Are you okay, Y/N? What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. And for a minute, you forgot about your leg, relieved to see that he was finally speaking to you.

You tried to sit up, gritting your teeth against the pain. "I... I'm not sure. Someone crashed into me, and I lost my balance," you replied, glancing around to see if you could spot the person responsible for your fall. But they were nowhere in sight. "It's small," you said when he tried to move the fabric of ripped pants to see the cut.

Ethan frowned, his worry evident as he gently inspected your injured leg. "We should get you back to the cabin. It might need some attention, just in case." He carefully helped you up, allowing you to lean on him for support as you hobbled back toward the cabin.

As you reached the warmth and shelter of the abandoned-looking cabin, Ethan guided you to the nearest couch and looked in the different drawers for a first aid kit. "Ethan," you called, seeing him walk back into the room with what he had been looking for, "I'm sorry," you said, wincing when his fingers accidentally grazed your cut. "Not now, Y/N."

Ethan's voice was firm, but you could sense the underlying tension in his words. He sat down next to you and carefully began cleaning the wound, his touch gentle yet distant. The atmosphere in the cabin felt heavy, the silence between you both almost suffocating. As he applied antiseptic to the cut, you couldn't help but let out a small hiss of pain.

Small taps on the wood caught your attention; Ethan's head turned at the sounds. "Hold this here," he instructed. You placed your fingers over the cotton ball he

was using to clean up your leg, and he stood, walking to the cabin's door to check outside. "Shit, we're stuck."

"What?" you asked, making an attempt to stand up but sat back down from the pain. "Snowstorm," he explained. You looked at Ethan in disbelief, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"So, what do we do now?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite panicking a bit.

Ethan quickly closed the door behind him, blocking the chilling wind from entering the cabin. He turned to face you. "We'll have to wait it out. It might take a while for the storm to pass, but we should be safe in here."

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Thinking that the small talk about the snowstorm meant that you and Ethan would be able to have an ongoing conversation was your first mistake. Your second was trying to stand up with a swollen ankle and a small gash on your thigh.

As you winced in pain, struggling to stand up, Ethan rushed to your side, his concern evident in his eyes. "Whoa, hold on. You shouldn't be putting weight on that leg," he said, his voice filled with urgency. Gently, he guided you back to the couch, helping you sit down again.

He attempted to clean the wound again, but the fabric kept getting in the way. Your face felt like it was burning when he tried to rip it slightly so he could see the cut properly, but he soon gave up and sat back. "I can't clean it properly like this."

"Maybe there's a towel or something we can use instead of cotton balls?" he took a deep breath, hands fiddling together. "No, I meant... the pants, they're in the way."

You hesitated for a moment, understanding his suggestion. Slowly, you nodded, realizing that removing your pants would indeed provide better access to the wound. It felt awkward to consider undressing in front of Ethan, given your complicated history, but the situation called for practicality over discomfort.

Swallowing your pride, you mustered up the courage to speak. "You're right." You made a move to stand again, and Ethan quickly held onto your arm, standing up as well so you could lean on him. "Uhm, I'll- I'll look away," he said, almost more to himself than to you.

You managed to untie the string on the pants with only one hand, but you grunted once you struggled to push them down your legs, the pain making you lose balance, but Ethan held onto your arm tighter so you wouldn't fall. "Uh..." you started, "a little help?" You tried to laugh, and Ethan nervously reached for the waistband, clearing his throat before turning his head to the side, trying not to make you uncomfortable.

With his help, you managed to awkwardly slide your pants down your legs, revealing the injured area, and you felt yourself starting to shiver. You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, but you tried to push past it, focusing on the task at hand while Ethan handed you one of the old blankets that lay on the sofa. "Thank you," you muttered, and Ethan took a seat next to you, his gaze fixated on your leg. The silence between you was palpable, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. As he cleaned the wound, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, his features etched with a mix of concern and restraint as he focused on doing his best with cleaning up the cut.

The cabin was fully silent, and all you could hear was the storm outside and your own thoughts. Ethan's hands were shaking, not only because it was freezing but because he had no idea what he was doing with the gash. His whole body seemed to be freezing cold; his cheeks and the tip of his nose were rosy from the cold, and his fingertips were very cold against your skin. Even though you felt yourself shiver, your body felt like it was on fire.

"Ethan," you said softly, searching for the right words. "I appreciate you helping me with this. I know it's not an ideal situation, but I'm glad you're here." He stayed silent. "I understand if you're still upset with me," you continued, your voice sincere. "I've been really hard on you, and I want you to know that I'm genuinely sorry."

Ethan kept his eyes on your thigh, finishing up with the cleaning, and he kept quiet. It seemed like he was thinking of what to say, but he didn't speak. The weight of his silence hung in the air, intensifying the unease in your chest. You had hoped for some kind of response, a sign that he was willing to hear you out and perhaps even forgive you.

But as seconds turned into minutes, the silence only grew heavier, suffocating any hope that had started to blossom within you. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. The pain in your leg was nothing compared to the pain of his silence, the realization that you might have truly pushed him away this time. You reached for your pants, wanting to cover yourself up and hide from the vulnerability of the moment, but your trembling hands struggled to find their way.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ethan's voice broke through the stillness. It was barely above a whisper. "It doesn't matter anymore, Y/N. Words won't change anything."

The weight of his words crashed down upon you, and you couldn't help but let out a choked sob. The guilt, the regret, and the anguished desire for reconciliation overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling small and insignificant. Each tear that escaped your eyes felt like a physical manifestation of your mistakes, a painful reminder of the damage you had caused.

Ethan's gaze finally met yours, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and weariness. "I've tried to understand why we've always been like this," he said, his voice laced with a touch of bitterness.

"I've spent countless nights replaying our arguments in my head, trying to make sense of it all. But it all goes back to you absolutely hating my guts." His words pierced through your heart, the truth of his pain echoing within you.

You had been so consumed by your own frustrations and anger that you had failed to realize the toll it was taking on both of you. The realization hit you like a wave, crashing against the walls of your own self-righteousness.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice trembling. Ethan shook his head, then nodded, then stilled as if he wasn't too sure of what to do. "I like you so much," he whispered, "but- I don't even know why we've been so mean to each other."

"I just want it to stop; Chad said this trip was my chance to get close to you." He finally met your eyes. "But in the car? I felt like you truly didn't want me around."

You blinked at him, feeling your chest heave, and you choked out, your voice trembling. "I never wanted things to be like this between us. I've let my own insecurities and frustrations get in the way, and I've hurt you in the process. Please believe me when I say that I want to change. I want to make things right."

Ethan's gaze softened as he listened to your words. The weight of his silence began to lift, replaced by a glimmer of hope. "Actions speak louder than words, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a mix of caution and vulnerability. "I haven't been good to you either," he admitted, hands shaking from the cold.

You weren't sure what it was that made you move closer to him and hold his hands under the blanket that sat over your shoulders, barely giving you enough warmth. "Is it too late?" you asked, "to start over?"

"Of course not, no." His voice was soft, welcoming, and you felt his cold hands squeeze yours

tighter, pulling at them a bit so you'd come closer. "I don't want us to keep hurting each other," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. A small smile tugged at the corners of Ethan's lips, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest.

As the storm raged outside, you and Ethan stayed huddled together, seeking comfort and solace in each other's presence. You were curled up against Ethan's chest, holding your ankle in your cold hand while the other held his hand, the cut on your thigh now fully covered by a bandage Ethan had found in the aid kit. He hummed to one of Chad's favorite songs as he played with the ends of your hair and the hem of the blanket that was now covering both of you.

The warmth of his presence and the softness of his humming enveloped you, creating a serene atmosphere that felt like a haven within the storm. Feeling a surge of courage, you lifted your head and met Ethan's gaze. His eyes mirrored your own emotions. "Would it be too soon to kiss you?" he murmured, his voice kind of hoarse from the cold.

A soft smile curved your lips as you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his in the small space between you. The tension that had plagued you both seemed to dissipate as your lips finally met in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a bittersweet feeling, filled with the weight of past mistakes.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you could feel the warmth seep into your bones, thawing the coldness that had settled within you. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, as if it carried the unspoken promises of forgiveness, understanding, and a fresh start.

With each lingering kiss, you could sense a newfound trust building between you. The weight of the past began to fade, replaced by a shared determination to rewrite your story together. The world around you faded into oblivion as the kiss deepened, becoming a dance of intertwined souls. Every touch, every movement was an expression of the desire that had blossomed between you.

His hands tangled in your hair, while yours roamed his back, desperate to feel every inch of him, and you found yourself lost in the sensation of his lips, the taste of him on your tongue. It was a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, an unspoken promise of the love and connection yet to come.

Eventually, the need for air became undeniable, and you reluctantly broke the kiss, but not the connection. Your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling as you both tried to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment lingered in the air, a tangible reminder of the bond that had formed between you.

Your phones buzzing for the first time in hours caught your attention, untangling yourselves from each other to see hundreds of texts and calls from your friends. Just then, you realized how quickly time went by. It had been about four hours since the snowstorm started, and how the noise outside had gone quiet. You and Ethan were free to leave.

#ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream vi #ethan landry fluff

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youareiron-andyouarestrong · 6 months

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💙for kanej, let’s goooooooo 🫶

drunken/tipsy kiss

For the record, Kaz is blaming Jesper for this one.

To be fair, Kaz blames Jesper for a lot of things. Like teaching Inej's male cousins the words to that stupid Kaelish love song, "Black is the Color," or some such thing, or insisting on trying to introduce color to Kaz's wardrobe, or the mangy orange and white cat that's taken up residence in the Slat. Granted, the last thing is not really Jesper's fault, but given time, and the proper motivation, Kaz is confident he can pin the blame on Jesper somehow.

Not this time, though. No, this time, this whole stupid situation is entirely Jesper's fault.

Jesper's fault, and the homemade moonshine that Colm Fahey brews with peaches and strawberries and wild ginger. He sent Jesper a jar of the stuff for the winter Kerst celebration, and now it seems like the entire Slat is near falling down drunk.

"It was one jar," Kaz says now, his tongue oddly thick. He hadn't been able to escape getting a glass shoved into his hand, so he'd looked at the seemingly innocuous pinkish-gold liquid and knocked it back without even thinking. He's had paint thinner that's milder than whatever brew this is. "How does one jar do all this?"

Inej is listing besides him, her long braid nearly coming undone. She says wisely, "Jesper says his da brews it with the fermented honey water. To give it, it, you know. Extra strength."

"All the Saints and their ugly mothers," Kaz mumbles and Inej swats at him, and misses by a mile. Which is a sign of just how potent this stuff is.

Inej had accepted a glass of moonshine from Jesper, tempered with water, and she'd danced with nearly everyone in the Slat--all the young kids, Anika, Pim, Roeder, Jesper, even Wylan, who let Inej drag him away from the upright piano someone shoved into the corner. No one's played it until tonight, until Wylan has started playing. Then someone got out a tin pennywhistle and another person dragged in a fiddler player from one of musician troupes that walk the Barrel busking inside, and the moonshine had flowed like water.

Music, wild and raucous and only slightly out of tune, poured out of the Slat, and the Dregs had danced like madmen, like heathens, howling at the winter moon. Kaz sat by the wall and watched; no one would ask Dirtyhands to dance, even if they didn't account for his leg. But he didn't mind watching Inej dance, her hair whipping around her, as she used her hands and feet to tell a story of a Saint defeating a monster on a mountain. Her hair is curtain of black silk in the light, and he wants to bury his face in it.

He blinks at the unguarded thought, shifting as Inej lists further and further, leaning into him more fully. "Sorry, sorry," she says, her s's oddly, delightfully sharp. Like a piece of ginger candy. "The room's dancing."

"The room's not dancing, you are," he says nonsensically and then gives up on shifting altogether. Inej is pressed up against him now, their layers of clothing between them prevent any skin on skin touch, but his heart pounds at her proximity anyways. He suspects that no matter how long he's gotten used to touching her, it always will.

"Did you like it?" Inej asks, a little dizzily. "Seeing me dance," she clarifies when he doesn't answer right away. "I didn't have the bell anklets, or the finger cymbals, but I think I got all the steps right. From what I could remember. Mama would do it better, though. Or Cousin Kathani."

Kaz couldn't tell her what they could do any better than Inej, and says so. Inej beams up at him, that smile he'd crawl over hot coals for, and for one glorious moment, leans her head on his shoulder. "One day I'll take you," she says, as the room continues to waltz and weave around them. "And you'll see me dancing. Properly, with jasmine and everything."

Later, he can blame this on the moonshine. Or the dancing room. Or the wild laughter and music still going around them, sealing them away from the outside world, and whatever consequences face them out there. But he finds himself pressing his lips to the crown of her head, lingering on the silky smooth strands, the scent of moonshine and the gardenia oil she uses on her hair. It lasts no more than second, but Inej's hands curl in the fabric of his waistcoat. Her breath catches in her throat, not in pain or fear, just dazed wonder.

He holds the moment as long as he dares, like a magician dragging out the climax of a trick before he releases the tension and settles back against the wall. Inej is still in his arms, and the room dances on all around them. Just this once, he can give Jesper and the moonshine credit.

#replies #cameliawrites #soc #kanej #grishaverse #kaz x inej #otp: i will have you without armor #my writing #*insert evil authorial cackling here*

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livingdreams97 · 1 year

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Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 2)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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(If you haven't seen Scream VI yet, don't read this because it contains spoilers or read it, but at your own risk.)

Tara POV

It was finally Friday and that means Halloween. I hadn't had much time to organize my costume, so I decided to look at what I had in my closet and decided to go as a pirate.

It was an easy, simple costume, and i had everything i needed for it, so i wouldn't have to spend anything buying the costume. I finish tying the bandana over my head and make sure I have my inhaler, apartment keys, and cell phone.

I walk out of my room, finding my roommate Quinn sitting on the living room couch and channel surfing on the TV.

Tara: Last chance to come.- I warn her, stopping by the door of the apartment.

Quinn: Don't worry, if my date doesn't turn out well or I get bored, I'll let you know.- she assures me with a smile.

Tara: Okay.- I accept opening the door. -Goodbye.- I say goodbye going out the door.

Quinn: Bye ! - I hear how she shouts from the other side of the now closed door.

I walk downstairs, looking at my phone and texting my boyfriend to let him know I'm on my way to the party. His response is not long in coming, letting me know that he is already at the party and that he will be waiting for me in the kitchen.

I put the phone in my bag with a smile, walking out of the building and seeing my group waiting for me outside the building.

Mindy: Finally ! - she exclaims raising her arms in the air.

Tara: Don't be exaggerated.- I deny funny. -You have told me that you were here less than five minutes ago.- I roll my eyes at her attitude.

Mindy: Whatever.- she says downplaying my answer. -Let's party! - she screams completely excited.

Chad: Ye ! - exclaims high five with his sister.

Anika: You two are ridiculous.- she laughs, amused by the attitude of the twins.

Chad: What does the little pumpkin say? – he asks amused placing his hand next to his ear.

Mindy: Idiot.- she laughs, hitting him on the arm and hugging her girlfriend by the shoulders. -Don't mess with my girl.- she threatens him with her finger.

Chad: I'm your brother! – he claims pretending to be offended.

Mindy: That's exactly why I´m choosing her.- she winks amused, causing everyone except her brother to laugh.

Ethan: If you feel better, I would choose you.- he assures his roommate.

Chad: See! - he tells his sister. -You would have to do this.- he comments, approaching his friends body by the shoulders to his own body.

Mindy: That's because Ethan is obsessed with you.- she assures him with an evil smile and I try to hold back my laughter.

Ethan: That's not true.- He immediately denies energetically.

Mindy: Surely not.- she says raising an eyebrow and I can't hold back my laughter anymore.

Tara: Leave it alone Minds .- I tell my friend between laughs as well as Chad and Anika .

We keep laughing and walking towards the party, talking nonsense without any meaning. Chad and Mindy being the biggest reason for our laughs.

Jason: Oh, Hey Tara.- I hear how someone greets me and I turn around seeing a classmate.

Tara: Jason , hello.- I greet you back in a friendly way. -Are you and Greg going to come to the OKB party?- I ask kindly.

Jason: If Greg finishes his Spanish project then yes, we will.- he answers with a smile. -Is your sister going?- he asks with confusion and interest.

Tara: No, Sam wouldn´t be caught dead in a party. - I deny a bit amused by the question.

I mean, if it were up to my sister I wouldn't be going to this party either, much less without her "supervision". So the very idea of Sam coming to one of the college parties is complete insanity.

Jason: There's a first time for everything.- he assures me amused and I shake my head starting to walk away.

Tara: Not tonight though.- I assure him with a smile, walking away and returning to the group.

Jason: Can't you convince her? - he asks me and I turn to see him.

Tara: No, that's not my problem; It's yours.- I answer with a small laugh as I walk away.

Jason: Save me a drink.- he asks me when I'm already a bit far away.

Tara: Okay, see you.- I say goodbye to him, returning to the conversation that my friends are having.

It doesn't take us much longer to get to the house where the party is taking place. We entered through the open door, immediately being hit by the smell of sweat and alcohol from inside.

I take a deep breath, remembering that the last party I went to was a trap and people ended up dying.

We entered the house and divided into two groups. Chad and Ethan head into a room, while Anika , Mindy , and I walk over to the table of the drinks.

Anika: Let's dance!- she yells for us to hear, grabbing her girlfriend's arm and pulling her onto the dance floor.

Tara: I'm going to the bathroom for a moment!- I shout at them to hear and upon receiving an affirmative signal I walk towards the kitchen.

I walk carefully through the crowd, holding my drink in one hand and very subtly pushing people aside with the other. The last thing I want is to upset someone or spill my drink on myself.

I enter the kitchen, seeing people drinking and talking to each other. My gaze wanders instead, searching for an exact person and I find it talking animatedly with two boys.

I walk towards him with a smile, as I get closer my gaze runs over his body and I look at his clothes with confusion.

Tara: Hello! – i greet placing a hand on his forearm.

Y/n: Tara!- he exclaims with a huge smile. -You've finally arrived.- He leans towards me giving me a quick hug.

Tara: We've come walking.- I explain with a smile. -What are you dress as?- I ask confused, seeing the fake wounds and the dirty clothes he's wearing.

Y/n: I´m Nathan Rake.- he answers me with a smile and I look at him just as confused. -Uncharted 4 ? _ - asks and I deny. -A character from a videogame.- he explains simply and I nod.

Tara: At least you look good.- I assure him, looking at him from top to bottom and biting my lip.

Y/n: You don't look bad at all as a pirate.- He winks at me with amusement. -Tara, this are my friends Cole and Ian , guys, this is Tara.- he introduces us and I greet them with my hand.

Cole: So you're THE girlfriend? - he asks with a smile and I nod. -Well, it was time to meet you, this guy won't stop talking about you.- he tells me, hugging my boyfriend by the neck and bringing him closer to him.

Ian: And whimpering not being able to spend time with his girlfriend.- he tells me with a funny pout.

Y/n: Idiots.- he insults his friends for making fun of him, pushing Cole off of him and standing next to me.

Tara: I guess now you can't complain.- I say amused looking at my boyfriend and listening to how his friends laugh.

Y/n: How funny you all are.- he says sarcastically, crossing his arms and with a serious gesture in his handsome face.

Tara: Just kidding.- I assure him, hugging him around the waist.- Now let's dance.- I tell him with a smile, breaking away from the hug and grabbing his hand to pull him away. -Bye guys.- I wave goodbye to his friends.

Y/n: Do you want to dance? - he asks close to my ear so that I can hear him.

Tara: No, but I want to be alone with you.- I explain loud enough for him to hear me.

Y/n: Alone? - he asks me with an amused and suggestive smile.

Tara: Shut up, you fool.- I answer with a smile, pulling him towards the corridor.

Y/n: And why don't you shut me up? - he asks me amused and I stop walking when we stand in a corner of the corridor next to the stairs of the house.

Tara: You would like that, right? - I ask, staring into his eyes and taking a long sip of my drink.

Y/n: I wouldn't be oppose to it.- he assures me shrugging his shoulders, leaning his back against the wall and raising an eyebrow at me in challenge.

I just remain silent, staring into his eyes and drinking from my red glass calmly.

He does exactly the same as me and stares at me with that damn smile. He knows exactly what he's doing smiling in that attractive way and how much I like it.

XY: Do you guys want a shot? - a guy interrupts our staring, with a tray of large plastic syringes with colored liquids in them.

Y/n: I do.- he accepts taking a green one and drinking it without even asking what it is.

Tara: What´s in them? - I ask the guy almost screaming.

XY: The orange ones are vodka with peach, the red ones are gin with red fruits and the green ones are tequila with melon.- he answers me with a smile, pointing to the syringes.

Y/n: I'll take another green one.- he warns him, receiving a nod in response and drinking another green shot.

Tara: I'll take the red one, thanks.- I thank her by taking the syringe with the red liquid and injecting the content into my mouth. -It's strong.- I assure, contracting my face due to the strong taste of alcohol.

Y/n: Try the green one, it's fine.- he tells me and I look at him a bit unsure.

Tara: Can I? - I ask the boy, leaving the empty syringe on the tray and pointing to the other one.

XY: Of course! - he exclaimed with a huge smile. -You can take how many you want.- he assures us and my boyfriend shrugs, picking up a red one with a smile.

Y/n: Thank you.- Thank you and take what's in the syringe. -It's not so loaded.- He denies when he finishes it.

Tara: And this one is not good. - I deny with a face of disgust, when the alcohol flavor is stronger than before in the green one.

XY: If you want more, I'll be around the place.- he tells us and walks away offering shots to the other people in the party.

Tara: It's disgusting. - I deny without finishing the green shot.

Y/n: Don't exaggerate.- he laughs, leaving the empty alcohol syringe in a nearby bowl. -If you don't want it, I'll drink it myself.- he assures me, pointing to the object in my hand.

Tara: Don't even dream of it.- I deny with an evil smile, before finishing the rest of the shot and finishing what was left in my glass at once; to avoid gagging at the horrible taste.

Y/n: Eyy! – he exclaims for my action. -At least breathe.- he laughs taking my empty glass and the syringe from my hands.

Tara: That was so disgusting, I don't know how you were able to take two.- I assure him, running my tongue over my lips and wiping away the remains of alcohol on them.

Y/n: It wasn't so bad, you're exaggerating.- He assures me, leaving my things in the same bowl as before.

Tara: I'm not exaggerating, what happens is that I do have taste buds and you don't.- I assure him amused approaching him.

Y/n: Whatever you say. - He shakes his head in amusement, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

Tara: That's how I like it, that you understands who's in charge in this relationship.- I smile with superiority, placing my hands on his neck and caressing the short hair in the place.

Y/n: Are you having a good time? - he asks me with a loving smile.

Tara: With you always.- I assure him, before standing on my tiptoes and pulling at his neck so we can join our lips.

The kiss begins slow and superficially. His hands go from being placed on my hips, to being placed on my lower back so that I can stick my body completely to his.

My hands go into his hair as the kiss begins to deepen and his tongue makes contact with mine.

I tug at his hair as he sucks on my tongue and I moan softly against his mouth. He knows that suckinh my tong drives me crazy and I that I love it.

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The kiss had lost all its softness and innocence a long time ago. I don't know how long we've been making out, but my hands were now on my girlfriend's ass and while one of her hands was still on my neck, the other was under my shirt.

I growl excitedly, feeling her nails scratch my stomach and the way she tugs at my hair as I squeeze her ass into me.

Tara: Do you want to go to my house? - she asks me with her breath agitated against my lips.

Y/n: Now? - I ask surprised trying to calm my breathing.

Tara: Later.- She answers me with a suggestive smile. -I can try to sneak you in so my sister doesn't see you.- she comments and I swallow heavily.

Y/n: Are you sure? - I ask a little insecure, not wanting to pressure her and make her feel forced to accept because of the situation we are currently in.

Tara: Yes.- she nods clinging impossibly closer to my body. -And from what I can feel, you are too.- she smiles with suggestion and amusement, rubbing herself subtly against my body. -But first I'm going for another drink.- she says separating from me immediately and looking at me with a devil smile.

Y/n: Tara! - I exclaim surprised and a bit embarrassed, seeing my girlfriend walk away from me and hearing her laugh.

Tara: You wait for me there still! - she yells over her shoulder with an evil smile.

I quickly covered my lap with my hands, trying not to show my erection in my pants and trying to appear as casual as possible.

As I wait, I tilt my head back and close my eyes to try and calm myself. But from the alcohol i consumed I get dizzy and decide that is better if I keep my eyes open.

I smiled and nod to people passing by, trying to be friendly and getting greetings back.

But my smile disappears immediately, when I see my girlfriend holding hands with another guy and walking towards the stairs. I open my eyes worried, when I recognize the guy and I know that nothing good can come out of him.

I quickly run towards them, grabbing Tara's other hand and pulling her towards me causing the other guy to let go of his hand.

Frankie: What's wrong with you, idiot? - he asks me in a somewhat aggressive way.

Y/n: She's not going anywhere with you.- I answer seriously, sticking my girlfriend to my body and pulling her away from him.

Frankie: And who the hell do you think you are to decide that?- he wonders taking a step towards me.

Y/n: Her boyfriend.- I answer through my teeth and my answer makes him laugh.

Frankie: Well, no one would say that she has a boyfriend, because she has accepted too quickly to go up to my room with me.- he points to my girlfriend with a disgusting smile.

Tara: Y/n don't pay attention to him.- she pleads me, pulling my hand to get away from him. -He told me he had alcohol in his room.- she explains pulling at my arm, but I stand in my place and I don't move an inch.

Frankie: Come on, we all know what "I have a bottle in my room" means.- he assures putting his offer in quotes.

Y/n: I don't care, she won't go with you.- I deny through my teeth.

Frankie: And why don't you ask her if she wants to come with me or not.- she points to Tara with a smile, I take a step forward with the intention of putting him in his place and making him understand that my girlfriend wouldn't go with an asshole like him to nowhere.

But my plan is interrupted, when Frankie is pushed aside and someone separates me from Tara.

Chad: Get away from her.- he growls at me aggressively, placing himself between Tara and me in a defensive manner.

Tara: Chad stop.- she asks trying to get out of his grip and stand between us.

Chad: Don't go near her again.- he threatens me by pushing my shoulders and I take a deep breath so I don't do something I might regret.

I see two girls approach Tara and grab her to keep her from getting closer. I can see the panic in her brown eyes and I try to reassure her with my gaze that everything is okay.

Y/n: Look, I wasn't doing anything.- I answer him calmly with my hands in the air. -I was only separating her from Frankie.- I explained looking at the annoyed face of my girlfriend's friend.

Chad: I don't care, if you touch her again you'll find out.- he threatens me, pushing me with more force and making me fall to the ground.

Tara: Chad! - she screams trying to get loose of what I suppose are her friends hold.

I carefully pick myself up off the ground, avoiding to react and plant a punch right across his face. Because I know that even though Tara would understand if I defended myself, he's still one of her best friends and she'd be upset if I hit him.

Sam: Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going to tase you in the balls real quick.- I hear someone say and suddenly I feel a painful electric shock in my parts.

I fall to the ground in pain, placing my hands on my private parts and feeling an intense pain in them. I close my eyes, feeling the electric shock go through my body and how my parts throb with pain.

Tara: Sam! - I hear how he screams and in less than two seconds I feel a pair of hands on my face. -Y/n are you okay?- I listen as she asks me and I open my eyes to see her face full of concern.

Y/n: It hurts.- I growled, resting the side of my head on the ground.

Tara: I'm so sorry.- She apologizes and helps me sit up. -Are you better? - she asks me and I nod. -Do you think you can get up and walk? - she asks again and I look at her with a grimace.

Y/n: I guess.- I answer a little insecure.

Tara: Well, I'll help you get up and we'll get out of here, okay? - she asks me with a small smile and I nod.

My girlfriend helps me get up off the ground, which is not very difficult and painful. But when I start to walk, I can feel a painful shock with each step I take. Her arm wraps around my waist so I can get support and she wraps my arm around her shoulders.

We leave the party, under the watchful eye of everyone and the confused gaze of her friends and what I assume is her sister.

We don't get very far, before her friends stop us and Tara turns around in a huff.

Tara: What?!- she yells at his sister. -What the hell do you want now? Don't you think you've done enough? - she attacks her and I move uncomfortably next to her.

Sam: I was just defending you.- she answers immediately.

Tara: But I don't need you to defend me! - she yells at her angrily. -You don't understand that I can defend myself, that I don't have to depend on you for everything and that I don't need you to take care of me as if I was a fucking little girl! - she yells at her and I look around uncomfortably, avoiding the gaze of her friends.

Sam: If you're not a kid, stop acting like one.- She throws at her just as annoyed. -You can't escape to a party, without telling me anything and getting into dangerous situations for yourself.- she assures her with an angry tone.

Tara: Everything was under control.- she assures her impatiently.

Sam: Sure, everything was under control when I arrived.- she says sarcastically, crossing her arms.

Tara: It was, until Chad got in the way and you showed up with that fucking taser .- she says pointing to her friend and then pointing at her sister. -All because you can't leave me alone, I don't need bodyguards and being controlled all day. If I have a problem I solve it myself and I don't need you to come to "save me" - she says using the quotes.

Chad: They were going to take advantage of you.- he defends himself pointing at me and I look at him angrily at his suggestion.

Tara: And as always, you fix everything with violence, right? - she asks his friend. -And if he was going to take advantage of me, it's my life and I decide what I want or don't want to do! - she exclaimed in frustration.

Sam: So you were going to let them take advantage of you? - she asks with a surprise tone.

Tara: It's not about that Sam, for God's sake.- she growls frustrated. -It's about you drowning me in your overprotection, I can't leave the house without you controlling me, I can't have friends because you scare them away and I can't have a boyfriend because you tase them in the balls!- she yells, pointing me at the end and I open my eyes surprised by her admission.

Sam: Wait what? – asks confused processing what her sister just said. -Do you have a boyfriend? - questions completely lost and surprised.

Tara: Yes Sam, I have a boyfriend.- She answers as if it were obvious. -A boyfriend who was taking care of the situation, before Chad showed up like a crazy person and you assaulted him .- she assures with a tired sigh.

Sam: Since when? - questions her calmer.

Tara: Months.- she answers simply looking over her shoulder and giving me an apologetic smile.

Sam: And why didn't you tell me? - she asks with a slightly hurt tone in her voice.

Tara: For this very reason.- She points between the two of them. -Because if I had told you that I was meeting someone, your reaction would have been to forbid me to go out and control even the smallest step I take. Because you don't trust anyone and even if you're not ready to trust someone and start a relationship, it doesn't mean I'm not ready either.- she explains more calmly, holding my hand and intertwining our fingers.

Sam: And why do you think it is? - she asks rhetorically. -Because last time, my own boyfriend turned out to be a psycho murderer and it put you in danger.- she reminds her and I bite my lip nervously from the palpable tension around us.

Tara: But that doesn't mean that everyone who approaches us is a murderer.- she tells her with certainty. -I trust Y/n and I know he would never hurt me.- she assures her sister, staring at her and squeezing my hand.

Sam: Tara you know I don't p .. - starts with a tired tone, before being interrupted by my girlfriend.

Tara: No Sam, I'm done! - she exclaims tired letting go of my hand. -Why are you here? Why are you here in New York when you hate this and work at two shitty jobs at the same time? - she asks taking a step towards her.

Sam: To protect you.- she answers as if it was obvious.

Tara: but I don't need protection! - she yells fed up with the whole situation. -You disappeared from my life for five years, five, and now you come back to control me. You have to let me go and let me live my life the way I want.- she says letting her shoulders fall.

Her sister is unable to answer as a small group of girls walk past us and one of them ends up spilling a drink on him.

I widen my eyes, looking at my girlfriend's older sister and the slightly dark stain on her white sweater.

Tara: Let's go.- she tells me, calling my attention intertwining our hands and pulling me to start walking.

We walk in silence, with my girlfriend being the guide and me keeping quiet to give her space. Although I have only known her for a few months, I know that right now what Tara needs is silence and tranquility.

I also know that her head is processing everything that has happened and that once she is ready, she will speak. But until then, all I can do is give her the space she needs to think and then I'll listen to whatever she wants to tell me patiently.

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aspenaspid · 2 months

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"Aight, at the Stain Gala next week! I’ll hold you to that!" Anika said, her laughter mingling with the parting gesture—a playful kiss tossed towards her circle of friends, who, alongside Strato, escorted her to the limousine. Struggling to maintain her composure, her face was adorned with a languid smile, her vibrant personality thriving under the spotlight. Strato, with a gentle yet firm grip, encircled her waist, guiding her into the vehicle while offering warm, engaging smiles to the onlookers.

The evening was awash with the liberal flow of spirits, a setting both were no strangers to. Yet, tonight bore an unusual essence. The familiar grip Strato had around her hips as they swayed to the music carried a new heat, a deeper connection. Anika attributed this intensified sensation to the latest batch of Drops, a privilege her status afforded her early access to. Enhanced senses were making Strato's breath against her neck not just perceptible but electrifying, igniting a cascade of shivers down her spine—a stark departure from the unnoticed. She found herself yearning for his hands to wander further, daring to venture beneath the hem of her dress, with the touch of those clawed gloves caressing the insides of her thighs…

"Let’s go, my little gem, the night is over." Strato's soft whisper pulls Anika back to reality, though her smile swiftly reclaims its place, her eyes sparkling with determination as she contemplates her next move. In her mind, the night was far from over.

With graceful compliance, she stoops to enter the limousine, Strato's touch lingering on her lower back—a constant, comforting presence, that now Anika could swear was purposefully made to tease her.. Settling into the seat, legs crossed, she leans back, her gaze fixed on Strato as he joins her. The door shuts with a soft thud, and he exhales deeply, methodically removing his clawed gloves and placing them neatly beside him. Anika watches every movement, fighting the impulse to bite her lip in anticipation.

When Strato's gaze returns to hers, Anika leans forward, an expectant spark in her eyes. "Do you have a cigarette?" she whispers, her voice sultry, her half-lidded eyes conveying an interest far beyond the smoke.

Strato's eyebrow arches, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "I do, but I doubt your petty lungs could handle them," he responds, amusement coloring his tone, even as his eyes inadvertently sweep over her, bolstering Anika's confidence further.

"Nonsense. Gimme one," she insists, her body inching closer, hand finding a pretext to rest on his thigh, her intentions crystal clear.

Caught off guard, Strato's breath catches at the escalating tension. Trapped in the confined space, their proximity undeniable, he realizes the complexity of the moment—with Anika in a state far from sober, seeking closeness he anticipated so badly, but under any other circumstances than current. Gently, but firmly, he captures her wrists, lifting her hands away from his leg. "Darling, I'm not sure you even understand what time is it.. Just sit back and be a good girl until we get you home," he advises, striving for calm even as his gaze unwillingly admires her flushed and defiant expression, the allure of her milky skin in the black dress he starts to hate becoming almost unbearable.

With a pout, Anika retreats to her seat, arms crossed, yet the air between them remains charged.

“Fucking disaster," Strato mutters, his frustration evident as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Anika's response is a mere huff, ambiguous in its cause—whether it's a reaction to his words or her own irritation at the events.

As the car continues its journey, Strato slowly lets his guard down, lulled into a deceptive calm. However, this is abruptly shattered when he notices, from the corner of his eye, Anika's fingers tracing the slit of her dress, deliberately revealing more of her leg than the fabric initially allowed. Strato's heartbeat thunders in his ears, a mix of desire and dread overwhelming him as he forcibly diverts his gaze to the window, attempting to distract himself. He goes as far as to close his eyes, silently invoking any deity for self-control as he feels an uncomfortable tightness in his clothing. Strato’s cock twitches in his pants, forcing him to shift his position slightly.

"You know..." Anika's voice, laced with a contemplative sigh, cuts through the tension. Her gaze is fixed forward, her fingers now drawing idle patterns on her nylon-clad knee. "I think I've been blind this whole time?"

Her statement hangs in the air, teetering on the edge of a question, seemingly genuine. Strato senses the direction of the conversation and feels a preemptive rush of adrenaline, his heart racing in anticipation yet his mind screaming for a quick cut.

"Sweet, trust me, you better keep that mouth shut until we reach your place," he says, managing to turn towards her with a semblance of his usual assurance, his eyebrows arched in a feeble attempt at levity.

However, Anika's ensuing chuckle sends a wave of unease through him. "Give me one good reason," she challenges softly, her body already shifting towards him with renewed boldness, her movements suggesting she knows he lacks the resolve to resist this time.

Strato recoils slightly, despite every instinct urging him otherwise. "Sweetheart..." he begins, only to be interrupted by her soft laughter.

"Don't bother, I know you don't have one."

Strato's mind teeters on the edge of panic, his breath catching as Anika toys with the collar of his jacket, her fingers gently fidgeting with the fabric. As she leans closer, his thoughts spiral, heart pounding at the prospect of their lips meeting. Yet, in a fleeting moment, Anika's movements shift, her face gliding just past his, compelling Strato to instinctively lean in, yearning for a kiss that evades him. Instead, her whisper caresses his ear, igniting a desire within him to embrace her, to explore the intricate designs of black metal on her bare back she constructed with her own hands. To forget everything—the demands of work, the boundaries they've set. This was the essence of Anika, constantly pushing him to the brink. With her, it was a paradox of ease and challenge to let go. The real struggle lay in how crucial she was to him, too significant to let her make such a mistake.

Anika shifts again, her leg sliding over his, sparking a curse under Strato's breath as his hand instinctively finds her hip, only to retreat swiftly to grip the seat's edge. Their interactions, even in moments of inebriation, had always respected the limits they established. But the Anika of tonight seemed to navigate beyond those boundaries.

Strato clears his throat, his gaze averted, wrestling with his next move. Her touch was rendering his mind feverish, as he was painfully aware of every inch where her body makes contact with his. And now, as she practically straddles him, the friction of her inner thighs against his makes him want to groan. He knows he must stop her. The temptation mounts, yet, with a deep breath through nostrils, Strato steadies himself, his hands clenching into tight fists for a moment until veins on the back of his hands are even more visible and then relaxing.

Lifting his gaze to meet Anika's, he's nearly overwhelmed by the intensity there. It's not the dulled, unfocused look of intoxication he half expected but a clear, deliberate gaze. Damned seductress, her presence toys with his senses, leaving him defenseless. Then, as she leans in closer, the lights shut down in Strato’s mind, all thoughts eclipsed by the softness of her lips, the mixed taste of alcohol and the sweet hint of her lipstick.

Strato's groan is involuntary, his hands moving without his mind’s command to encircle her. One arm snakes around her waist, the other cradles the back of her neck, drawing her closer as he desperately leans into the paradise her lips are offering him. The imminent regret shadowing this moment of bliss. He knows he will hate himself tomorrow for allowing this to happen. Damnit, he’ll hate himself for that in a few seconds, but God, how divine the sensation of her tongue dancing with his, her back arching, molding her delicate body into his embrace, forces all thoughts of consequence become momentarily irrelevant.

Hands roaming across her back, as his fingers tracing the cold metal that follows the line of her spine. Starto’s hips jerk up frantically in a mindless attempt to feel friction and that is what snaps him back to reality.

As Anika's whine melds into their kiss, Strato's hold tightens, a mixture of pleasure and agony etched across his face. It takes him a few seconds to drink out the last drops of that sweet nectar of the intimacy she’s providing, even if those weren’t the last in her possession, but the last he’d let himself have, before he manages to pull away, despite the protest echoed in her whimper. His hands unwrap from her body and he’s quick to gently but firmly cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Her confused hum, parted lips and eyes heavy with desire, nearly convinces him this is all normal—that their kisses are a regular occurrence rather than a boundary crossed. Strato, however, steadies himself, thumbs caressing her cheeks in a bid to ground them both in reality.

"Hey…" he prompts, seeking her full attention. Anika's eyes open wider, a frown forming as she realizes the restraint in his touch. Her attempt to close the distance again is met with gentle resistance.

"No, no, no, sweetheart... Anika, look at me. You're drunk. We can't," Strato implores, his voice a mix of firmness and care, a testament to the love driving his caution.

“And why is that? Have you ever been sober while sleeping with someone?”

Her retort, half-serious, half-teasing, attempts to trivialize their dilemma. She shifts provocatively, though Strato remains resolute, his focus on safeguarding her from making mistakes. Anika huffs with annoyance, met with another obstacle.

"Isn't this what happens between all friends at some point? You want me, I want you, blah-blah-blah, let’s fuck!" she challenges, the nonchalance in her voice mounts Strato’s confidence in belief that what is happening is not a good idea.

Strato sighs, his touch descending to her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Yes, I want you. So much, you have no fucking idea," he breathes out, his tone tightening with emotion and he almost grits his last words trough clenched teeth, before exhaling to relax his jaw.

He leans back in seat, icy eyes never leaving hers.

"But tomorrow you will wake up with a headache in that pretty head..."

His smile, surprisingly easy to feel tender, softens the tension as he brushes a stray lock of red hair from her face. "And a bag of regrets. I’m not going to be one of them," he asserts, ensuring his words resonate, seeking understanding rather than compliance.

The shift in the atmosphere is palpable as Anika processes his sincerity, eventually relenting in her pursuit. Strato exhales in relief, carefully adjusting their positions, helping her back in her place, to ease the intensity of the moment without alienating her. His biggest fear is making her feel rejected, yet he knows Anika too well to believe she'd easily feel unwanted.

Touching her chin, he seeks her gaze once more.

"Let's get you home, Annie."

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Anika: I wish everything was as simple as falling in love with Otto; I wouldn't be thinking about the stupid Alexander all day and failing at school.

Ah, but when I become a famous actress, I will be able to leave all this school nonsense behind.

Class is over, none of the Wilson kids are amused, Miss Coombes less so. Kennedy: Mom and Dad will kill me for this, I know it. I have to talk to the teacher, so she won't give me a report. I'll promise to do double homework, or whatever it takes.

Lukas completely forgets about the report, as he checks the messages he's getting from Lucas. Anika: Any news? Lukas: No, just Lucas being Lucas. Anika: Time to talk to him, don't you think? Lukas: Yeah, not right now. Otto: Hopefully Anika will accept my help with her experiment. that would be a good opportunity to hang out with her.

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berryyummy · 1 year

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Innocent Shy Boy Head Cannon

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Hi guys! I fell in love with Ethan after watching Scream 6. But It has a doubtful part. Ethan is GF, why did he take Mindy to the hospital? It would have been better to just leave her alone and join the family. It's nonsense! And I love him, but I can't stop thinking about what it would have been like if he had been a really sweet and innocent guy. So... Here's my hc! I'll add more as I think of them. I'm not good at English, let me know if there are any awkward expressions!

Elementary and middle school homeschooling. High school was hell for him. He came to New York with dreams of a great college life.

He lacks social skills. But he's cute and kind, so his flaws are covered. He's fun to watch.

He can be friends with girls, but just the thought of going on a date turns him into a squeaking robot.

He doesn't know how cute he is. If someone praises him for being cute or pretty, he will be embarrassed. He wants to be told he's handsome!

He's stronger than he looks,but he never gets a chance to show it. He often imagines lifting a girl's heavy load.

He has his first gay crush when he sees Chad, he readily accepts that he is bisexual. what? Chad is the real alpha male. It is the providence of nature that he is attracted to him.

Most of his clothes are too big or the sleeves and length are too short or too worn or have peculiar prints.

He can't do housework. He puts all his clothes through the washing machine without thinking about what he will wear tomorrow.

Fortunately, his roommate can share clothes with him! Chad is shorter than Ethan but has a wider torso. He gladly gives his dark long sleeves to Ethan. (Because it suited Ethan so well)

He can't even cook. The only cooking utensil he can use is a microwave. what he does best are peanut jelly sandwiches and cup noodles.

He genuinely enjoys hanging out with his friends, but meanwhile, he misses a lot in the internet world. Whenever he has free time, he sticks his nose into his smartphone and types at a breakneck speed.

He considers suggesting that Chad wear a Mario and Luigi costume to the house party. But it was dismissed as too gay and loser by his Twitter friends, so it's just a thought.

He obviously loves Nintendo. I'm sure he has all the Nintendo machines and game chips.

There are always snacks in his backpack. mostly Cheetos, Doritos, Pringles, Twix, Jelly Beans or Oreo cokie. Some days they're all in. Of course, he always has a tissue in his pocket to wipe his hands with!

He's the one sharing the snacks. He always reaches out with a snack bag to his friends without saying anything.

He is close to Chad > Anika > Tara > Sam > Quinn > Mindy. Quinn and Mindy uncomfortable him in different ways. Quinn embarrasses him and Mindy's suspicion hurts him.

"Will I die a virgin?" It came out of his mouth before he even thought about it. He considers taking a leave of absence.

On the night of the murder, he finishes his econ and returns to his dormitory to write reports and study for exams. He's worried about his roommate who doesn't come back until late at night, he texts, there's no reply. He assumes that Chad will be with Tara. So he just played some games on his laptop and went to bed.

Only the next morning he finds out what happened. Chad grabbed him by the collar before a voice could come out of his mouth. He's genuinely hurt, but the feelings fly out of his head when he hears that two of his friends have lost their lives.

He proves his alibi, but the charges are still there. He doesn't know what to do. He couldn't even properly commemorate the deaths of his friends, but he was accused of murder, And he's being chased by a crazy psycho killer

After being targeted by Ghost Face, he is unable to come to his senses. His sense of reality is gone and he is dazed and afraid. He looks around for comfort, but hides his feelings because his friends seem more fearful than him.

It's him who gets attacked by Ghostface on the train. Gf first stabs Ethan, who is an easy target, and then tries to stab Mindy, but Ethan is strong and resists for quite some time.

He was stabbed twice in the stomach but survived. He sees Mindy approaching him and bursts into tears he has been holding back. He cries loudly like a baby. Mindy soothes him until the 911, but to no avail, so she just covers his mouth.

The next day, he is still in the hospital, He listens to his friends that Ghostface's identity was Detectives Bailey and Quinn. He is so startled that his jaw drops.

Mindy apologizes to him for doubting him. Honestly at this point he doesn't care at all. He's just grateful that he and his friends survived. they all hug each other.

#scream #scream vi #scream 6 #headcanon #hc #ethan landry #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #mindy meeks martin #anika kayoko #quinn bailey

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antimatterpod · 11 months

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We’re putting on our old uniforms, hijacking a starship and stealing a shuttle to rescue Beverly Crusher, and we have NO REGRETS. Yes, it’s finally time for Anika and Liz to talk about Star Trek: Picard…

There is a strong possibility that this was … bad

In Star Trek: Picard, Borg nonsense is always on the horizon

Is Terry Matalas mirror!Anika? The signs are there!

A lot of our problems with this season are actually with season 2, ie, the discarding of the original cast

Some TNG characters were incredibly well-served in season 3. Others…

Returning female characters, fridging, and men who hold grudges for three decades

The MCUification of Star Trek

Anika cannot be normal about Jack Crusher

Something very odd is happening with the passage of time in this series, and in the absence of any other evidence, we’re going to assume it’s Janeway’s fault

Hey, remember when Soji was the female lead? Anyone?

#star trek: picard #antimatter pod

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oh-no-another-idea · 8 months

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7 snippets 7 people VI

Thanks for the tag, @lyssentome! Have some pieces of my Six of Crows fanfiction idea. :)

The little boy that had been sitting on a bigger dreg’s lap to watch a game scampered over. In the low lamplight, Kaz turned and he saw himself, nine and stupid, gazing up at a particularly flamboyant magician. Then he blinked, and Anders’ dark eyes and tousled hair faded back to normal.

Kaz needed to kick that kid out before he grew any more and Kaz started seeing Jordie’s ghost again. “Anders, tell Anika to leave me alone.”

Inej’s familiar loops and crossed Ts greeted him.

Dear Kaz, she wrote, always Kaz, and nothing else. He’d once asked her if she didn’t believe names had power and should be used sparingly. “Names do have power,” she’d said, and nothing more.

“Relax.” Kaz flashed a shark’s smile to mess with him, and then studied the burnt orange marigolds spilling in through the open windows. “I’ve got three questions. One, if Kocerski’s spring extravaganza is still scheduled for Tuesday, and if you’re going?”

Wylan looked up from under his curls. “Is that all crammed into question one, or is that both?”

“That’s the first question.”

“Will Inej be staying at the Slat? Or shall I have a room made up here?”

Wylan was going to get too clever for his own good if he wasn’t careful. Kaz let his cane click loudly on his way to the door. “My word still holds some sway over the dregs,” he said, doorknob cool through his gloves. “I can have you dumped in a canal if you’re not properly respectful.”

“You could try,” Wylan agreed amicably, and when Kaz glanced over his shoulder, there was a small smirk on the merchling’s face. “But I can swim.”

Jesper stood and started pacing, his boots running a worn path from the window to the door and back again. How many times had Kaz stretched out his leg and watched Jesper expend his nervous energy on the poor wooden boards of his office?

Jesper held up a hand. “We’re not going to address the elephant in the room?” He waited until Anders turned respectfully towards him and demanded, “You think Anika is more frightening than Kaz Brekker?”

“Anika isn’t nice,” Anders said in the classic nonsense philosophy of children. Honestly, Kaz was going to throw them all out one of these days. “Goodnight, Kaz, I hope your leg feels better too.”

It was funny, the way the gloves were a tell. Put them on, scowl just right, and crowds would be screaming bloody murder about how they’d met Dirtyhands in a dark alley and only just escaped with their necks. Take them off, no one was the wiser. Kaz would’ve been insulted, if he didn’t think it was so funny.

🎲No pressure tags: @lavender-laney @writingmaidenwarrior @tc-doherty @the-stray-storyteller @inkstaindusk @enchanted-lightning-aes @outpost51 @thegreatobsesso @jasmineinthenight @late-to-the-fandom @avrablake and anyone else who'd like to share!

#tag games #7 snippets tag #fics and fics and fics

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wendyanon · 5 months

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anons as emails i can’t send fwd: :

emails i can’t send - ethan (it makes sense to me! i will explain if needed)

vicious - … wes

read your mind - eeva

tornado warnings - lydia

because i liked a boy - carrie

Already Over - casey

how many things - anika

bet u wanna - quinn

Nonsense - EVERY DAMN COUPLE

Fast Times - steph

skinny dipping - ambrose

Bad for Business - wendy

decode - becca

opposite - sam

Feather - matt (but also violet)

Lonesome - chad

things i wish you said - tara

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krikeymate · 1 year

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I can get behind Sam meditating but she would take forever to learn to actually do it and not just sit there and think about how fucked up she is (also Billy’s hallucination would definitely use this chance and start talking to her because she’s alone and it’s silent which seems to be when he pops up) so I feel like she would try guided meditations because someone else is talking and there’s often some very calm music in the background which makes it easier to actually focus on meditating and tune out Billy

also that leads me to another question: do you think Billy will ever pop up while Sam is fighting? because so far he has disappeared as soon as somebody was talking to Sam

Sam is already unhinged and distributes 20 stabs minimum so imagine Billy beside her, edging her on and she can’t even hear anything else other than the ringing in her ear, the sound of the knife piercing the skin of her victim and Billy screaming right in her ear to “stab more” , “make sure they are really dead, Sam” ,”defend yourself”

That post was 1am nonsense because I was falling asleep and my brain went 'Kirby likes to fish' and I couldn't just post that on its own.

Sam meditates, but she is as you say, fucking terrible at it. Guided meditation is 100% the only way to go, there's no way she can guide herself, to sit in silence alone and be comfortable.

I actually think the Billy thing won't be a problem because it's resolved by her taking her medication. So long as she's taking it, she doesn't see him. I believe Ritchie was tampering with her meds back pre-5. Although now I'm thinking about it, canon divergence where she's either too jaded by her previous experience with medication or they just don't help and the Billy in her head spurs her on in her overprotectiveness of Tara.

I think if Sam sees/hears Billy while she's killing, it would be less direct instruction and more him reminding her why she's doing this, talking about the things they've done, why they deserve this. More of an internal justification voice than a hallucination telling her to kill.

Like, if he was there during the Bailey attack. He would be reminding her of Anika, of Gale, of Chad. Then when she stops: "He's not dead Sam, if he's not dead he'll come back, you're doing this for her remember." Then when Tara tilts her head and gives her permission to continue: "See! She gets it! She agrees."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #topic: neurodivergence #scream headcanon tag

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thekabalians · 2 years

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The Kabal Saga: The Teddy Arc 🧸 (s2)

Summary: Agents Jean and Medea inform Mayor Gojo and Chief of Staff Anika, DA Nanami Kento and Commissioner Toji of The Pupeteer and her antics as well their intention to inform the State Secretary Smith and State Attorney General Clare. Meanwhile, Nurse Miche attempts to finish the job with Princess Shrekky 💔💔💔.

Part: 13a | 13b | >14< | 15…

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Context: Previously, Agents Medea and Jean cracked the case as to who sent the Teddy Bomb, whilst Erwin introduced himself formally to Koula and Slav. Today, Chief of Staff Anika is at Mayor Gojo’s Office, awaiting for the debrief meeting with the various agencies in regards to proceeding with apprehending Rosemary Afton for questioning.

⚠️ a long-un, mdni, minor mentions of genitalia, suggestive talk, inappropriate behaviour/talk, office romance (?), attempted murder, medical talk - nothing graphic. Sorry for any errors.

“….nikaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Gojo groaned as he rested on the sofa of his office. No response. Nothing. Not even the click of her heels or her sweet humming.

Nothing.

Strange?

Gojo sat up and called again.Crying out, like a petulant toddler. “Anikaaaaa!”

Still there was no response. Gojo pulled his blindfold up slightly and squinted as he looked outside the glass window separating his office from the the rest of the floor. He couldn’t see her. He frowned as he walked over to his desk and picked up the phone dialling a number quickly. The dial tone rang a couple times before the phone picked up. Anika’s heavy sigh of irritation sent Gojo’s blood southward. His pants felt a little snug at that. Gojo loved winding his Chief of Staff up. The tighter he wound her the faster she’d snap and take him. Finally.

“-nika?” Gojo pouted.

“What, Satoru?” Anika’a voice had a hint of tiredness to it. Whenever he grated on her nerves, regardless of circumstance, she’d answer like that. It was never out of true annoyance though. She loved him all the same. But she’d never let him know that.

“God say it again. Please? But with a little more *umph*”

Anika sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose “Did you need something, Mayor Gojo.”

“You used to sound sexy when you called me that but now… it sounds like your addressing Elder Yoshinobu.” Gojo retorted.

Anika rolled her eyes “Satoru. What do you want? We have a meeting in 15 mins.”

“What I want from you won’t even take 10!”

Anika rolled her eyes “Are that desperate for HR to send out a disciplinary? Ever heard of the Me Too Movement?”

“Nika, ever since you came back from Guam, you’ve been… different.” There was a sadness in his voice “We don’t talk anymore. We don’t hang out. You don’t even slap the back of my neck or even pull my hair anymore. Worse yet, you’ve haven’t kissed my cheek in ages!”

“I miss that most.” Gojo sounded serious. “I miss my… friend. I miss my Anika.”

Anika’s innards felt like a storm at sea. It took everything for her not to hang up the phone, storm his office and bear hugging him out of pent up fustration. She settled for a smile instead and a quiet hum.

“We don’t have time for this Satoru.” Her voice was sweet, lulling and a little condescending. She hid her feelings well. Always the professional. Clean cut. Enduring. Straight talking, no-nonsense, ‘slap you back to sanity’, Anika. And Gojo loved it. His queen of thorns.

“Conference room in 10 and if you are so much as a second late Gojo, I swear to all things good and pure…”

“You’ll ring me like a towel. I know, I know! Jeez. I’m you’re boss and you talk to me like I’m your incompetent husband of 30 years. Can’t say I dislike it, though.” The white haired man drawled in jest.

“Satoru…” Anika grumbled on the line. Sound distortinglittle, the act setting him off all over again. What he would give to have her say his name like that under more relaxed, intimate circumstances. ‘Perhaps when she’s underneath me’ Gojo thought.

“Although, marriage does seems to fucking suck. Look at how miserable and under-fucked Judge Clare is!” Gojo tittered.

“MAYOR GOJO!” Anika was shocked at his vulgarity. That was low even for Gojo.

“Relax, she’s my friend. We tease each other all the time!”

“Firstly, you don’t have the balls to say it her face.”

“Of course not, I’m not stupid Anika, she’d torture me and then put me on death row when she gets bored.”

“Secondly, these calls are recorded and If you piss me off one more time, I’ll send it to her with a pink ribbon so she could finally shut you up, for good.”

“You wouldn’t!” Gojo mocked with a dramatic gasp, knowing that Anika, would most definitely, almost positively would.

“Try me, Satoru!” Anika warned sternly, cunning lilt in her voice. “I’m never ruining my nails on you again. I’ll leave that to Ms Clare.”

Gojo laughed on the phone. Reapplying a lip balm before smacking his lips, the man held the silence for a little longer and just imagined how tense Anika looked and what would really happen it he pushed her over the edge. He dreamed of it. He got off on it. He palmed at his groin, unruly dick straining at the fabric of his slacks.

“Get your perverted ass to the conference room now, Satoru.” Anika rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. Gojo laughed before heading to bathroom to sort out his, ‘problem’.

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“So the plan is simple,” DA Nanami, the voice of reason on the call summarised. “Agents Jean and Medea will speak to State Secretary Smith, whilst Tonaken and I will chat with Clare tonight. Gojo and Toji will then await Agent Jean’s instruction instruction for interception.”

“Exactly, Sir.” Jean affirmed. “As per policy, we will keep yourself and Ms Clare informed with detailed reports as and when. Sensitivity applied of course.”

“Of course. I must go. My wife and I will take Clare to the hospital and then back for dinner where we will discuss this privately.” Nanami said. “Good work Medea, you’ve a bright future ahead of you.”

“Thank you sir.” Medea (@soaringmirror) smiled, cheeks aching and burning from the complement.

DA Nanami returned a curt smile before promptly leaving the call.

“So, Jean, what do you want from my officers right now?” Toji asked. Camera off as per usual.

“For now, can you send some extra units to patrol the hospital? Rose might attempt to finish the job. We will brief The Smiths and formulate a plan of subduing Rose. Give me 72hrs. The last thing I want to do is spook her. Our ability to catch her is through AG Clare and her cooperation ONLY. Rose is fixated on her but she’s incredibly intelligent. Patience and discretion is crucial here.”

“Fine by me.” Toji acknowledged. “I’ll have my guys there within the hour. We’ll check Staff details also. See if she’s hired any one to do the work for her.”

“Okay, so what about my office?” Gojo interjected. “What would you like us to do in the meantime?”

“Sir, please just sit tight. Just this once.” Jean sighed heavily. Gojo had propensity to do things his way, typically at the detriment of others. Jean did not need this. The situation was far too volatile for deviant behaviour. “We are only informing you out of courtesy. When all this is said and done the mayors office will be informed and you’ll arrange a press conference. Hell, I’ll even mention how cooperative you were how none of this would’ve been possible without you. Think of the ratings!”

Toji sniggered. Jean’s face was blank. He wasn’t laughing, he was on edge. Just like everyone was at The Bureau. What he didn’t need was a chaotic Mayor to fumble the bag for everyone and get people killed. Jean rubbed at his temples whilst Medea cringed at his comments. It was a little uncalled for. She would be sure to mention a later time.

“Why does everyone think I’m an idiot?” Gojo questioned, rhetorical and mostly to himself.

“You said it.” Toji retorted with a snortle.

Anika intercepted before the commissioner and the mayor fell into a bicker, for the 156th time this year. “Thanks for the debrief Agent Jean. Keep in touch and email us. We will start planning for that press conference. Well done Medea again. Awesome work!” Anika closed the laptop lid swiftly and sat on the table besides it, one leg over the other facing her boss.

“I know how to run my own city.” Gojo protested.

“Meh.” Anika marked, hand tilting back and forth in a ‘so-so’. “Thirty percent of the electorate disagreed with that in the last quarters opinion polls.”

Gojo frowned a little. He’s not usually bothered about what people think of him. But the superiority complex was a little low today. Gojo rested his legs on the table and rocked his chair back and forth.

“I know that you could never be rattled by someone like Toji. No! Mayor Gojo doesn’t break a sweat over pigs.” Anika put her foot on the edge of Gojo’s chair to stop him from rocking.

He stilled and looked at Anika and awaited her every word. The pair were dangerously close to each other. Gojo never got over how good Anika always smelt. From her shampoo to her lotion to the fragrance. It was calming

“Get a grip, Satoru! You’re not an idiot. For the most part.” Anika chuckled. “This time next week, we would be hosting a conference and you can take all the glory for holding the team together. Understood?” Anika flicked Gojo between the eyebrows. Gojo was quick to grab her withdrawing hand and plant gentle kisses into her palm and at the back of her hand, repeatedly, in quick succession. Anika giggled and tittered, quietly urging him to stop, the butterflies becoming almost too unbearable.

“Thank you.” Gojo muffled against her palm. His voice was soft and kind. Genuine.

“For what?” Anika asked eyebrows raised

“For being Anika the Fixer. Anika the Great. Anika my friend. What am I without you?”

“Yourself. But worse.” Anika retorted, to which Gojo lunged at her sides and squeezing and tickling relentlessly. Anika laughed hysterically.

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📍Meanwhile on Maria Ward, Private ICU.

The sound of IV pumps, equipment and the sterility of the private room which housed the famous Shrekky was something Miche had become accustomed to quickly. The smell of feed, chlorahexadine, Pabrinex and alcohol gel stuck in the air. Shrekky Smith had been an inpatient for over a month now and once a week for the past four weeks, Miche found himself stationed on Maria Ward.

Shrekky had been making improvements. Slow, arduous improvements? Sure. But improvements nonetheless. Miche never had the opportunity to care for Shrekky directly. He only heard of her on the news. She was the daughter of the rich and powerful and consequently had a huge bounty on her head. The bounty was heavy, considering that all that need to be done was to make her death swift and painless.

So, naturally, today was Miche’s lucky day because he conveniently made sure that he was allocated to Shrekky. He needed the money, he needed to clear his loan debt from a decade ago. A debt he incurred looking after his baby sister when she was just as sick. He had to do this. Otherwise, it was his sister that would be used as collateral.

After handover, Miche entered the room and like always, said good morning to his comatose patient, squeezing her hand to let her know he was there. He was shocked how pretty she was in person. It tugged at the strings that held his heart and his resolve in place. Could it have been the way the sun hit her face or how peaceful she looked? Maybe it was the graceful smile that was on her face; mischievous yet stunning all the same.

He ringed a face wipe and cleaned the crust from Shrekky’s eyes, nose and mouth. He went into the grey fluffy wash bag that Shrekky’s mother left for her and cautiously proceeded with a face routine like he did for his sister when she was ill. Regardless of the situation, it made you feel good inside. That’s all that rang in Miche’s head. The voice of the gentle giants sister, repeating over and over. He was so tender and gentle with Shrekky he noticed how her smile got bigger for just a fraction of a second before it fell back in to neutral. She was beautiful. Nothing like what the world painted her out to be.

“Shit.” Miche cursed himself as his heart grew fonder. He didn’t want to do this, but he was desperate. He had no where and no one else to turn to. This was his only way out of debt that left him with just fraction of his dignity left. A quick permanent fix for a burdensome issue.

“Never get attached to the job.” The man scalded himself.

Miche shot up and walked over to the medication trolley. He was furious with himself and the way his hands trembled. He had done this tens of times before, what the hell was different now? Struggling to attach the needle to the syringe. Miche cursed under his breath. He was going to do it. End it all with an air emboli. 5mls of room air intravenously. A quick method, always accidental. Never enough for coroners to ever question.

Just as Miche pulled back the syringe, he was interrupted with the door opening and the clattering sound of mobile computers coming in through the door.

“Oh Hey Miche.” The consultant greeted as their team of junior doctors trailed in behind them with their computers.

Was this fate? He was grateful for it regardless. He didn’t have to through with this. To hell with the money.

“Since your here Miche, just to let you know we’re going to have a chat with the Shrekky’s next of kin and attempt extubation in a few days since her sats are perfect, even with suctioning. She’s responding to external stimuli and we’ve reduced narcs slowly with positive effect. Her GCS has jumped up to an 8 which is great. With the narc reduction and extubation hopefully we can get her GCS up by 3 more points and step her down to HDU or better yet rehab. Sound like a plan?”

“Y-yeah sure. Thanks Doc.” There was a turbulence within Miche that left him feeling confused and conflicted. He was about to take someone’s daughter away from them. Put an end to a life that had a chance of surviving and thriving. Shrekky was only 21. She had barely started her life.

“No problem!” The consultant dismissed. I’ll call her parents and update them. I’ll prescribe some IV top up vitamins along with her feed following some blood work so that stepping down can be swift.”

Miche smiled. Deep down he was glad to hear it. She was going to be okay. But then the guilt plagued him, how would he ever rid himself of debt and protect his sister?

Miche sighed. He threw the syringe in the yellow bin and took one last look at Shrekky. His world fell silent and calm.

Another problem for another day he supposed. Nothing mattered now though. Seeing Shrekky smile, even if it were an involuntary reflex, will stay with him forever.

#kabal multiverse of madness #the kabalians #Anika x Gojo #shrekky x Miche

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