#Sam isn't afraid to be left on read

[whorergal]

SHE'S MINE (PART TWO)

summary: after you've been attacked, the group becomes cautious and confused, now being targeted as well. but you still can't get over the fact that ghostface had helped you and why you think you know who it may be. and maybe you wouldn't mind keeping a secret.

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore. it follows the plot loosely.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: hiiii i really hope u enjoy :-) also i have no idea if mindy shared the apartment with tara, sam and quinn but if she didn’t, we're just going to pretend she does and i also altered ethan's motive a bit too for this (lowkey was inspired by don't blame me by taylor swift so if you like listening to music when reading, i recommend that song for this part)

❗️: you can find part one here and part three here if you need it :3

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The hospital visit wasn't as long as you anticipated. Two of the stabs you endured hadn't cut deep so they were able to stitch it upon your first visit and they closed up that same night—it still hurt like a bitch. Your previous stab wound was the worst one overall as the stitching process was a lot more painful because your skin was sensitive as it had been punctured once before.

When you were released, Sam took you under her care. She didn't feel safe having you and Anika alone in your apartment since the attack so she offered her, Tara, Mindy and Quinn's home to you two. It didn't really matter for Anika as she was always there in the first place but it bothered you.

You didn't mean to feel unappreciative but you hated being controlled by useless fear. Whether or not Ghostface attacked you in your home, he would find them someway or another; it didn't matter where you were. But, you agreed in order to clear her conscious.

They didn't ask much questions when you were in the hospital. After the second Ghostface left the apartment, you remembered blacking out and waking up in the hospital bed with Anika by your side. The doctor wouldn't let anyone come in since you were preparing for surgery but decided to let Anika stay since she was your roommate.

Her story was that your security system she had built when you two first moved in had went off when the second Ghostface broke in. Her and Mindy didn't tell everyone before leaving because they didn't want to risk not making it in time. The frat house was only a block down so they just ran their way to your building, ultimately finding your unconscious body on the kitchen floor.

Anika told you that they had met Ethan at the entrance of the building when the ambulance was called and said you called him, which was true but you wondered what took him so long. You were highly suspicious of him but you didn't want to be because he was your best-friend, you couldn't imagine him having anything to do with this.

Ever since that night, he was around, a lot. He even skipped his Econ classes to keep you company because Sam didn't want you to be alone and everyone else was busy.

You didn't ask him about what happened. You were afraid of what the outcome would be. But you knew you had to do something in order to understand. At least interrogating the truth out of him (because he couldn't lie to you) would give you peace of mind—well, depending on the answer.

"You don't have to be here, you know." You broke the silence, watching him write notes from the lecture he was missing.

"But I want to be," he told you honestly.

"E, you're missing Econ. You have an exam this week."

"I'll be fine, don't worry." He looked up from his notebook, putting the lecture video on pause to give you his full attention. "I don't want anything to happen to you again."

"Ghostface rarely attacks in the daytime," you joked.

"Still, Y/N/N." He was being serious. "Your stitches haven't even fully healed yet."

"This isn't the first time." You sighed. "Plus, Ghostface never attacks the same person twice."

"Says who?"

"Says Mindy."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I don't want to take any chances."

It went back to comfortable silence. You went back to reading your book for your English class while he continued to write his notes. After a couple more minutes, you decided to ask the question that had been eating you alive.

"What took you so long?" you asked randomly.

He furrowed his brows, turning to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"When I was attacked," you clarified. "I called you and you said you and Chad were on the way. Anika and Mindy beat you to it and Chad wasn't even with you when you arrived."

Ethan looked away, his face becoming pale. "Well, I went to go find Chad when you were on the call but I couldn't find him so I decided to leave. I didn't realize how much time I wasted until I saw police lights outside your building."

That was the first and final conversation you two had about it. You gathered what you knew from it but, again, you didn't want to believe he was Ghostface. Unless he wasn't and used the costume to throw the other one off. But where could he buy a replica of it that quickly and still be able to make it in time to save you? It didn't make sense.

You kept this realization to yourself. You felt guilty for it, especially because if he was apart of the plan in harming your friends, this smudge of proof could be enough to hold him accountable before it was taken too far. Of course, you didn't listen to yourself and decided to keep his secret that he wasn't even sure you knew because of how much you liked him.

On the third day of your recovery, your stitching was finally beginning to heal. It hurt to bend down and sometimes walk because it worked the muscles underneath the wound but you couldn't stand doing nothing anymore.

You made the excuse that you were planning to meet Ethan at his dorm for the night because you promised to help him with Econ. Sam wasn't exactly keen on the idea, wondering why he couldn't come to meet you here but you told her you were beginning to feel claustrophobic and wanted to get out. She didn't say much in defense and reluctantly agreed.

They all offered to walk you there just in case something were to happen but you brushed them off. If your assumption about Ethan was correct, he wouldn't let anything happen to you.

The subway was packed because it was nearing Halloween and it took you awhile to finally make it inside one. And the thirty minute ride to campus added onto the time. It was around twelve at night when you arrived at his dorm.

First, you decided to knock. Nobody answered. Then you remembered he had an Econ lecture to attend for the night and took out the extra key he had given you awhile ago and unlocked it yourself.

Honestly, you were glad he wasn't there because it would make your digging a lot more easier.

You searched through everything he owned. Through his drawers (which you highly regretted), under his bed, inside some of his unpacked bags—everywhere but you couldn't find anything that incriminated him.

It had been what felt like hours, but was really only thirty minutes, when you gave up. Your phone was going off but you didn't pay any mind to it because the group had consistently texted you ever since your attack; you just assumed it was them checking up on you and then getting paranoid because you weren't answering. Even if you knew you should've checked, you didn't bother as you were going to head back to the apartment anyway.

You quietly snuck out of the room, making sure the coast was clear until you turned your head to the left and saw Ghostface, waiting there for you. When you tried to scream, they grabbed your face with their hand, restricting your voice from releasing.

They were strong, being able to grab your entire body with their one arm and toss you carelessly back into the room.

You hit the floor, wincing at the impact because of your stitches. Ghostface shut the door behind them, looking down at you. They stalked toward you very slowly as you made sure to keep your distance from them.

Using the dresser that stood behind you, you lifted yourself up with your available arm as the other clutched your stitching instinctively to keep you balanced. It was a silent stare-down until they reached for their mask, untucking it from the behind. Then, they pulled it off.

You stared in shock. "…Ethan?"

"Y/N." He didn't have much expression on his face. He looked out of breath as you could see sweat shimmering on his face from the lighting.

"Oh, my god," You breathed out. Although you suspected him this whole time, finally being able to know it was the truth hurt you more than being stabbed. "You're Ghostface."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ethan ignored your statement as he furrowed his brows.

"I knew it. I knew you were the one who saved me," you confessed. "That's why I'm here."

"You shouldn't be here," he told you, shaking his head.

"You're trying to kill me and our friends and you're telling me what I shouldn't be doing?!"

"Y/N, there's more to this than you know."

"That much is obvious," you snapped. He tried to step toward you but you backed up. "Stay away from me."

"Please, just listen to me," Ethan began to plead.

"You let them attack me!"

"No, I didn't!" he declared, lowering his voice when he saw it made you flinch. "They promised to leave you out of it. That was the only thing I told them to do."

"They?" you repeated in confusion.

He thought over his response for a second. "Look, what I'm doing—what I've done—is for a good reason. You have to understand."

You furrowed your brows. "What have you done, E?" You couldn't help but use his nickname; you couldn't help but try to hear him out.

"Y/N." He walked toward you slowly and this time, you didn't back away from him. "You're the only thing I care about. If it means I have to kill a thousand people to keep you safe, then I'd do it."

"I don't understand." Your voice was almost a mumble.

"I agreed to do this before I met you but when I did, it all changed. I-I tried to convince them to stop. I wanted to try and be good—for you but she found out and threatened to kill you if I didn't continue with the plan so I did with the exception that they would leave you out of it," he explained softly. "I did this…for you."

You looked at him like he was insane (he kind of was). "You'd kill our friends?"

"If it meant that you'd be safe."

His words didn't completely register but when they did, you couldn't help but feel guilty. You had a crush on him for so long and here he was, basically confessing his love for you in such a fucked up way. You hated yourself for finding him even more attractive after hearing him say those words.

"Ethan…" you whispered his name.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. "Can I please kiss you?"

You didn't give him an answer as you closed the space between the two of you.

It seemed wrong—no, it was wrong. Kissing him while he still wore the Ghostface robe, one that he wore while taking someone's life.

You knew he wasn't wearing this costume for fun. They only ever wore it for a purpose. Even though your mind was totally blanked because of how dumb his lips made you, when you pulled apart, you began to think about where he had come from and who he had just killed and why you weren't more concerned about the matter.

He chased after your lips, kissing you again with more force this time, even pulling you closer by the waist. You only pulled away because you were receiving a call.

You pulled your phone out from your pocket, the reality setting in when you saw Sam's contact. He looked down with you, not doing much in keeping you from answering. It took you a couple more seconds of contemplating until you decided to click the green button, putting the phone to your ear.

You took a deep breath before answering. "Hello?"

"Y/N, what the hell?!" Sam hollered into the speaker, her voice mixed with relief and annoyance. "Why weren't you answering? Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied rather nonchalantly. "I had my phone off. What's wrong, Sam?"

There was a short beat. "Ghostface attacked us."

You furrowed your brows, glancing at Ethan. "What?"

"Yeah, he killed Quinn and…"

"And?" you repeated instantly. "Who else, Sam?"

"Anika…" Sam's voice was barely above a whisper. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I-I tried to help her."

You shut your eyes, feeling tears starting to build. There was silence on the line and you were sure it was because Sam didn't want to say anything knowing you would be taking her death as personal as Mindy did.

Suddenly, your stab wounds began to throb which made you let out a grunt. You knew better than to cry over Anika only because it would achieve nothing. Yes, it was messed up that you were now standing in the room with her murderer, watching him undress himself of his black robe that he wore while killing her but you realized nothing you could've said or done—whether you got to him before she died—could've changed her outcome.

You watched him pull out a hunting knife from his back pocket, the silver glistening with dried blood. That blood probably belonged to Anika and Quinn. It made your throat go dry.

"Sam," you blurted quietly.

"What, Y/N?"

You were going to say it; tell her the truth. It was the right thing to do. Ethan, even if you liked him a lot, had just murdered your best friend and one of Sam's. They deserved the justice of their murderer being caught.

But when he walked back over to you, his eyes scanning your expression, you had already picked your choice.

"Y/N, what? Are you okay?" Sam's voice echoed in your mind.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just…" You tried to find the words. "Is everyone else okay? Did you get hurt?"

"We're fine. Mindy got cut but she's fine," Sam answered softly. "Can you come down here? I'd feel a lot better if you were here with us. Plus, I'm sure you can comfort Mindy than the rest of us. She doesn't want to be anywhere near Tara or Chad."

You let out a shaky breath. "Yeah. Ethan and I are on our way."

"Ethan?" she questioned.

"Yeah. Remember I told you I was going to meet him at his dorm? I was with him the whole night," you lied.

"Oh, okay." Sam sighed into the speaker. "That's good to hear, actually. Mindy thinks Ethan was the one behind all of this but if you were with him then it checks him out."

"Don't worry, Sam," you said. "We'll be there shortly."

"Okay, see you soon. Be safe."

You nodded, even though she couldn't see you and then hung up.

"You kept my secret?" Ethan asked.

You shook your head. "I shouldn't have. You killed Anika and Quinn."

He bit his lip, nodding calmly. "I know, I know. It wasn't exactly my first choice. But I had to for saving you the other night."

"Yeah, I know," you mumbled. "But did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" He furrowed his brows.

"What you said about wanting to be good?" You repeated his words. "Because that's the only reason I saved your ass. I should hate you. You killed Anika."

"Y/N/N," he said softly, walking over to grab your hands. "I only did this to protect you. They made me think my original motive was right but it's actually fucked up. I realized that the moment I met you. So, yes, I do mean it. And I'm sorry about Anika. I didn't really want to do it either."

You mulled over his words, looking down at your connected hands until you finally spoke. "Okay. Then, I'll help you," you informed him. "But, in order for me to do that, I need to know everything."

Let's just say it was an interesting conversation.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry imagine #jack champion #scream imagine #scream vi imagine #ethan landry x y/n

[peachhcs]

i was wondering how sam starts to fall and relize that will is worth t her risk? because i know they went on the one date

the 3 times samy's confused about her feelings and the 1 time she isn't

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's afraid to date her best friend in fear of ruining everything, so she spends the entire summer trying to understand her feelings until it finally all clicks.

4k words

wow! my longest fic ever for this series. i loved, loved loved writing this and i'm planning on doing a similar type of style to this soon so stayed tune for that! as always, keep sending in requests, they're so fun to write :)

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ONE

sitting at the kitchen island while ellen helped curl samy's hair, the girl's stomach churned into knots for some reason. she was so so excited for senior prom, but her anxiety wouldn't shake. something was tipping the youngest hughes off her balance, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. luke and her mom must've been taking notice of her unusual silence because the girl hadn't stopped talking about prom all week.

"your hair's gonna look so beautiful with these curls," ellen gushed, breaking the silence in the kitchen.

"you think so?" samy wondered quietly, hands fidgeting in her lap.

"oh for sure. i just know you and will are gonna look so amazing," the older woman continued while samy's stomach twisted into knots again hearing her best friend's name.

luke, who stood a few feet away, picked up on his sister's quietness again. he studied her face, gears turning in his brain, the pieces in his head slowly falling together that answered her sudden shyness.

"i think it's so nice you and your friends are bringing some of the guys. i really think they'll have fun even if they don't say it," ellen continued.

samy briefly nodded, her mind stuck on will. "yeah, it will be fun," her eyes met luke's across the way and because they were siblings, he instantly read her gaze.

samy's friends were the ones who brought up the idea about her bringing will to prom. the brunette didn't have a lot of options considering she didn't like many of the other guys at her school. marley suggested "the hot hockey friend" (her words) and everyone else immediately agreed.

sure, they teased samy about will before and always went on about how hot him and his friends were, but the girl never looked past that. she never gave it a second thought until now.

the days leading up to prom have left serious anxious butterflies in samy's stomach for reasons she didn't quite understand completely. her and will texted back and forth like they usually did, but something felt different. there was something different that the brunette couldn't put her finger on it and the more she thought about it, the more she thought about her friend's teasing remarks and the boys' teasing remarks anytime they all hung out.

"okay, i'm gonna let these set for a minute before we start doing anything else," ellen decided as she shut the curling iron off and disappeared out of the room.

the hughes sibling code was that you never brought up anything around the parents you wanted to discuss, so luke shifted himself closer to his sister once their mom was out of earshot. samy met his wondering gaze.

"what's up?" luke asked in a near whisper.

"what?" for a moment samy played dumb. she feared her little bubble of anxiety was coming off as too noticeable.

"you look nervous. like way more nervous than before," the middle hughes casually pointed out. his sister's face flushed.

"i'm not."

"really?" luke didn't believe her. not even for a second. he grew up with her, so he knew every single one of her quirks making it impossible to hide them.

"yeah?" she toyed with her fingers and avoided eye contact—a dead giveaway for the older boy.

"samantha," luke using her full name meant he was being seriousness and wanted her to be serious too.

"i'm just like kind of freaking out and i don't know why," the youngest hughes finally admitted.

the boy raised his eyebrow, "what do you mean by freaking out?"

"like..there's these butterflies in my stomach and my heart won't stop racing," samy tried her best explaining.

"are you nervous for prom?" luke wondered.

"i-i don't know..maybe? i just..it feels weird," words weren't coming easy to the girl. she looked away, feeling embarrassed that she was even feeling this way.

the middle hughes hesitated for a second, thinking back to a few minutes ago when he noticed how his sister grew quiet at the mention of will's name. "does it have anything to do with will?"

the girl's face blushed around the edges, "that's the problem. i think so, but i-i don't really know."

"i mean you're just going as friends. it doesn't mean anything," luke shrugged until he saw his sister's gaze again and something in his expression shifted. "or does it?"

"i don't know," samy nearly whispered.

her brother finally understood what she was trying to say.

"do you want it to mean something?" luke asked.

"i-i wanna say yes..my heart wants me to, but..my head is confusing me. i don't know why i feel like this about will," she looked at luke as if he had all the answers for her.

"it sounds like you may have..feelings for him? or you're starting to?" his words made the girl's stomach drop. feelings?

"feelings?" her thoughts slipped out of her mouth.

"maybe?"

that didn't make samy feel any better than before. luke quickly cut in when he saw her expression drop, "that's not a bad thing. i had a small inkling."

"inkling? will's my best friend..he's like another brother to me. i-i can't have feelings for him," the girl looked over at luke who only shrugged.

"i dunno, just something to think about. you seemed anxious when mom mentioned him and you aren't usually."

"something about this just feels really different and i..i can't understand why. or maybe i do and i don't wanna believe it," samy mumbled the last part.

"is it a bad thing to like him or something?" luke crossed his arms as he drew back off the counter.

"i mean..no. it's not. i just..he's my best friend. that's all i've ever seen him as. i don't know why things suddenly feel so different," samy admitted.

"i get it. just..see how the night goes? see what happens? for all he knows, it's just a friends thing," the middle hughes tried reassuring her. all samy could do was nod and take some deep breaths to ease the racing thoughts.

TWO

the excitement finally started dying down around two in the morning. people drifted back towards their rooms as sleep filled their eyes knowing their hangovers would be pretty killer in the morning. the youngest hughes lingered in the conference room just taking in the scene of what was once a packed room while everyone congratulated the boys on their drafts.

her parents retired hours ago and the older hughes brothers were somewhere in the building either asleep or continuing the party in a smaller room. it was just her in there staring blankly at one of the walls lost in thought until one of the doors cracked open.

"found her," gabe's voice broke the silence. samy's gaze slid to his as he slowly shuffled closer towards her. ryan wasn't far behind.

"you okay?" the darker-haired boy wondered when he got closer. "we've been looking for you."

"oh, yeah. i'm good," samy nodded as gabe plopped onto the couch with ryan on her other side.

"smitty passed out upstairs in the room. no way he was waking up," ryan laughed briefly. samy pictured the blonde in her head and it brought a soft smile to her lips.

"did he tell you?" she asked the two boys. both of them raised their eyebrow like they didn't know what she was talking about.

"tell us what?" ryan wondered, both of their gazes shifting over to the girl between them.

a small flush spread across her cheeks. she for sure thought will would tell them as soon as he got the chance considering how much they were always teasing him for it.

"he..he uh..we kissed," samy mumbled quietly.

gabe and ryan's smiles grew into the widest and biggest the brunette's ever seen them besides when they scored goals during a game. 

"fucking finally! when did that happen??" gabe exclaimed.

"we finally caught each other in the crowd. we went into the hallway and i guess everything just..spilled out," samy explained what the two missed.

"so what? you're boyfriend girlfriend now?" ryan nudged her arm, a large smirk on his lips knowing the guys owed him now.

"uh..no.."

"no?" ryan and gabe exchanged a curious and confused glance. the brunette's gaze fell away from them as she toyed with her fingers.

"we're just gonna like go on dates and see how it goes and if it goes to shit then that's okay and nothing is ruined between us," she shrugged some.

"i don't get it," gabe said.

"it's like a grace period. we go on dates just to see how we'd be in a relationship and if we aren't good, then it's like nothing happened," she saw their glances and for some reason neither of them made her feel good.

"but you guys like each other..so wouldn't that like..not make sense if you don't decide to be official but you still like each other?" ryan raised his eyebrow.

"maybe..but i dunno. just scared," samy's voice softened out which immediately made gabe and ryan's expressions soften too.

"scared? of what? will? he's your best friend," ryan almost laughed before knowing that wouldn't be the right move.

"that's the problem. he's my best friend."

"i'm lost again," gabe's confusion earned a playful eye roll from the youngest hughes.

"i've known will since we were babies. all i've ever known him is a best friend. a brother. these feelings are still new to me and..i'm still scared. i'm scared that it won't work between us and we ruin everything we've ever had," samy's confession had her own heart clenching in tight knots. that familiar feeling of anxiety returned anytime she thought about her feelings for will.

"hey, i get it. when julianne and i started dating i was scared too. she was a really good friend of mine and i didn't wanna ruin that. i mean..we know will, you probably know him better than us, but he's not like that. he'd do anything for you samy," ryan touched her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze while gabe nodded in agreement. a soft smile replaced the small frown on her lips.

she knew when ryan called her samy and not hughesy, he was being genuine.

"i mean, you should've seen him back in october and before he even realized he liked you like that. he'd never do anything to hurt you or put himself in a position to lose you," gabe added.

"i know it's hard to shake the jerky hockey guy persona, but trust me when i say will is far from that. you know that. if you called him needing something, he'd drop everything for you. i know he really, really wants this to work out between you guys," ryan grinned wider.

luckily, the boys' words eased some of the anxiety building in samy's stomach. she hooked her arm around ryan's, giving it a loving squeeze.

"when did you guys become so good at giving advice? i swear you were teasing me two days ago," her words made the three of them laugh.

"i guess we're growing up, huh? we're not kids anymore," gabe's eyes drifted across samy and ryan's glances.

"i'm really proud of you two. i'm gonna miss you being in michigan with me this fall," she ruffled up both of their hairs making them squirm away.

"i can't believe it's already over. went too fast," ryan hummed, leaning back into the couch.

"you can say that again. i can't believe boston's in two months," a sad smile appeared on gabe's lips.

the idea of her best friends being miles away from her made samy's stomach twist into more knots. she lived for moments like these where the late hours made them vulnerable and anything tumbled out of their lips into the open air. these moments wouldn't happen anymore when the boys headed to botson. everything was changing soon and samy wasn't sure how big of a fan she was of all of it—especially trying to navigate her feelings for someone she cared deeply about.

THREE.

samy's heart hammered against her chest with each step she took onto her front porch. one step matched the thud of her heart and the blush rising to the tips of her ears. will's heavier footsteps weren't far behind, insisting that he walked her to the door to make sure she made it in safely.

all of these little gestures were so new to them. samy was so used to the blonde flying out the door passed her after her brothers in an attempt keep up with them. sometimes he'd even knock into her accompanied with a weak apology as he passed through. having him walk her to the house was entirely new territory in their relationship.

the brunette slowly spun on her heel, instantly finding will's gaze already on her. a soft smile sat on his lips as his eyes darted between her own. his shoulder fell against the one of the support beams, hands slipping into his pockets trying to act casual despite the pounding in his ears.

"i had a lot of fun. thank you, again," samy broke the silence first.

"yeah, me too. it was really fun," will agreed.

everything about them standing inches away from the front door where her parents and brothers were on the other side made samy feel like she was in high school again after a first date. the giddy smiles; the racing heartbeats; the awkward waiting and deciding if a kiss goodbye was appropriate while wondering if the older boys were watching them from an unknown location. 

"next time you should show me around plymouth," the girl teased slightly earning a blush across will's cheeks.

"you haven't seen all of it already?"

the girl smiled, but shook her head, "no, not really. i'd love to get your take on it."

"noted. i'll have to come up with an itinerary for us then."

the two shared a loving smile. samy noticed the way will's gaze briefly flicked down to her lips and the action made her heart flutter.

she decided to help him out by slowly inching closer, the small gap between them quickly closing. will caught on fairly fast. his hand slid onto her cheek, directing her chin upwards to meet his soft lips while samy hoped he couldn't feel her rapid heartbeat beneath his palm. 

the blonde used his other hand to wrap around her hip, tugging her impossibly closer while samy's danced through his hair and clutched his shirt. the kiss had both of their heads spinning until they finally pulled apart.

"see you tomorrow at the game?" will whispered with kiss-swollen lips.

the smile he loved spread across samy's own kiss-swollen lips as she nodded, "i'd never miss it."

he reluctantly let her go, watching as the brunette disappeared back into her house. the smile never disappeared from will's face the entire drive back to plymouth.

inside, samy leaned against the door just taking in the entire date. her eyes sparkled, replaying the way will's lips felt against her own—how passionate and sweet he was.

her high continued as she shuffled into the living room where all of her brothers were still awake watching the tv. they quickly met her gaze and the lovestruck expression dancing across her features.

"someone's smiley,"  jack commented in amusement, turning the volume down a few notches.

"maybe it's too early to say this, but i really think it's gonna work out between us. at least, i really hope it does."

the three brothers exchanged a brief glance. they had never heard their little sister talk that way about someone before—not after a first date. all three of their chests warmed seeing their baby sister look so happy despite them never admitting it. 

"that good, huh?" jack smirked some. samy nodded, joining them on the couch for a few moments before going upstairs.

"he's so perfect. he did everything right and..i just.." the youngest hughes trailed off for a moment while her brothers watched her expression slightly fade.

"i sense a but coming," quinn commented. samy met their gazes briefly before looking away.

"not a bad but..i just..i've never felt this way about someone before. my chest..it feels so..so full. it scares me," the girl didn't know how to explain what she was feeling nor was she sure if her brothers would even understand.

samy's words brought luke back to the conversation they shared a few months ago as the youngest sibling got ready for prom. he remembered how nervous she was—how unsure she seemed of it all. 

"remember prom?" luke wondered, meeting his sister's wandering gaze. 

"what about it?" 

"remember how scared you were then too but because you were unsure about the feelings you had for will because of how new they were?" the siblings didn't know where luke was taking the conversation, but they waited for him to go on. 

"now it seems like you're scared because of how you feel. you're not unsure anymore. you know how you feel for will, but it's scaring you," samy glanced at jack and quinn, getting lost in what luke was trying to say. 

"you're losing me," she said. 

"i think being scared of how much you like someone because you've never felt such strong emotions before is all the more reason to fall for them. to go all in," the curly-haired boy shrugged. 

in luke's weird, roundabout explanation, it somehow made sense to samy. she smiled briefly, letting her brother's words really sink in. 

"plus, we've seen the way he is around you. i don't think someone would act the way he does if he didn't really wanna be with you," quinn mentioned. 

samy decided to sleep on her brother's advice, hoping something would give her the sign that going all in with will wouldn't be a choice she regretted. 

THE 1 TIME

goodbyes were never easy. the cooler breeze of august mornings meant the end of summer. june bled into july. july bled into august. august marked the start of a new chapter, but the end of a really good one. the boys' usntdp years were over and all of them were once again packing up their lives to move out to boston to start something new and a bit unknown. samy sat in her childhood bedroom picking out the best memories to bring to college with her. 

even though she'd only be minutes away, heading to college was something the girl thought was still months away. sitting on the floor stuffing clothes and knickknacks into boxes brought a small line of tears into her eyes as august continued slipping away. 

on one of her freer days where she wasn't busy packing her own life away, samy drove up to plymouth to help the boys. it was also an excuse to see them more before they all left. 

she sat in will's room watching him sort his things into boxes attempting to hold herself together for the sake of both of them. if one them cried, then both of them would. her fingers clasped around some picture frames waiting to be wrapped. a smile spread across her lips when she saw what picture was inside. 

"i've never seen this picture before," the girl commented, casting her gaze towards her boyfriend. will's eyes flicked up, crinkling around the edges when he saw what photo. 

"i think it's from like a few years ago. you were at the game and mom wanted a picture," the blonde smiled briefly. 

the two looked awfully young. maybe fourteen or fifteen? will was still dressed in his hockey gear, helmet and stick in one hand with the other wrapped around samy's waist. he must've hit his growth spurt that year because he stood a good few inches above the brunette and samy knew she was always taller than him until he started growing more. the camera definitely captured the joy because of how wide each of their smiles were. 

"it's really cute. are you gonna put it up in your dorm?" samy teased a little. 

"yeah, probably. it's one of my favorites of us," will's response caught her off guard for some reason. 

her boyfriend had his back to her, so he didn't see the longing gaze. when her eyes finally left him and returned the the pictures again, she began realizing just how many were of her and him. the past two years samy hardly noticed what all of his framed pictures were. she just figured they were of family or him and his boys, not realizing over half of them included her smiling face. 

"you're taking all of these with you?" samy wondered a bit softly, referring to the picture frames still. 

will finally met her gaze again, not noticing the emotions coursing through her. "yeah, that's the plan. i don't know where i'll put all of them, but maybe i'll take them out of the frame and put them on the photo wall instead if they don't all fit somewhere," the blonde explained with a brief grin. 

the boy finally noticed samy's sudden quietness and her soft expression. he approached her, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, "you okay?" 

"oh, yeah, yeah. sorry. getting sentimental looking at all of these photos," the girl mumbled out a small lie. she didn't quite know how to put what she was currently feeling into words or how she felt so loved that will wanted to display her everywhere in whatever room he was in. 

"i know. mom keeps showing me all of these baby photos and finding things as we pack up," he rubbed the girl's arm before leaning in to place a gentle kiss to the side of her head. 

"i can't believe summer's already over," samy sunk onto the bed for a moment, eyes on the ground because if she looked at will she'd definitely start crying. 

"it went by way too fast. college came way too fast," the boy chuckled, finding a spot beside her. 

"boston's so lucky to have you, will. you're gonna do so great there," even though being over 600 miles away hurt, the girl knew how much will loved boston—dreaming of going there like everyone else in his family. 

"wish you were coming too," he took ahold of her hand, giving it a lot of kisses which made samy blush a deep crimson. 

"i know, but michigan's always called my name," the girl chuckled while thinking of quinn and luke. ever since she visited for the first time to watch quinn play, 12-year-old samy knew the university of michigan was where she would be one day. 

six years later, the girl was getting ready to move in and start her collegiate soccer career. 

"you know, gabe said he's not excited to live with me knowing how much i'm gonna call you everyday," will joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

in that moment, something in samy's head clicked. she finally looked over at her boyfriend and for the first time, she finally saw for herself that look everyone has told her he's looked at her with since they were kids. his blue eyes were nothing but orbs of a bright sparkle, entirely filled with nothing but love and adoration for the girl sitting beside him. 

"i'm gonna miss you a lot, hughesy. i wish i sucked up my pride and ego and told you how i felt a lot sooner," will admitted. 

his words exploded something inside of samy's chest. it was that feeling she's been scared of all summer, except this time, she wasn't scared anymore. she remembered luke's words about going all in when you felt something as strong as she felt. 

"me too. i wish i caught on sooner," the brunette chuckled, easing her forehead to rest against his. 

"i'm gonna call you every single day, watch every single one of your games, think about you all the time—" will's words quickly died in his throat when samy placed her lips on his. 

for the first time since the two admitted their feelings for one another, samy knew exactly how she felt about her best friend: in love. 

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #will smith fluff #will smith hockey fluff #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #bc hockey #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes

[thecherrytarot]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

how will they heal you?

pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3

Pick the photo you feel the most drawn to and please remember that this is a general reading so take what resonates!! 

listen to: love me like that by Sam Kim

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

"you see the world in colours i view it black and white. paint me a picture, out of the lines that i live in all of the time"

They will heal you by letting you shine in your feminine energy, regardless of your gender. With them, you feel in touch with your divine feminine energy and your creative side will shine. They will help you gain strength and for some of you, it could even mean that they give you the strength and confidence to be vulnerable and show emotions. You no longer have to pretend that you are some cold-hearted person that isn't affected by anything. I just saw someone crying alone and then heard a voice say "It is okay, let it out, I am here with you" so take however that resonates. They will help you by showing you the world through a new and better perspective. You will stop looking at life through illusions and negative ways. I feel like in some way or the other they will remind you of your past self, the one that you had to leave behind in order to move forward. They will bring that version of you back and make you believe in a 'magical world' once again.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

"sunshine left today, got caught in the rain, all alone. can you come and pick me up from my blues? or am I late to ask you?"

This might be someone who is a foreigner and/or a long distance and for some of you, you might meet them when studying abroad (either you or them also could be both) I keep thinking about the movie "Like Crazy" where an American guy falls in love with a British student but yours is with a much happier ending. They will heal you by being there for you, life will feel less complicated and you will feel like all that you have been through was worth and now no matter what happens you will rise because now you have someone that has your back. You will get out of your bubble with them and be more sociable and childlike (i keep imaging a bunch of friends driving in a car late at night, listening to indie/alt songs and singing out loud, laughing and having the time of their lives) also instead of how will they heal, I'm getting the message of the connection feels like. There will be a strong psychic connection between you and them, the moment your eyes meet you will know and they will know that this is the "warmth" that you both have been searching for. Like when Lana Del Rey said it in her poem called The land of 1,000 fires, "I have never really fallen in love but whatever this feeling is i wish everyone could experience it."

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:

(this pile has a similar message to pile 1, so make sure to check it out in case you felt drawn to it)

"i get defensive and insecure my own worst critic behind a closing door, i'm fragile and fractured, that's for sure, i burned myself down to the ground. oh, can I ask of you to treat me soft and tender, love me hard and true? keep my heart from building walls so high, you can't get through, treat me soft and tender"

They will heal you by helping you love yourself and how you need to give importance to yourself first and that too in a healing manner instead of selfish (your old pattern) You might have thought that you knew how to take care of yourself by prioritizing yourself but still found yourself being stuck in the same old negative cycles, they will help you understand the true and the raw meaning of self-love. They help you by providing the stability that you always desired. I feel like a lot of you were abandoned in the past and after that, you put your guard up and pushed people away from you but then you come across them, and it takes you by surprise because you didn't expect to catch feelings for someone so fast. You found yourself in a dilemma because you have such strong feelings for them and yet, you feel afraid cause you don't want them to abandon you. Don't worry, they will help you get out of your old and no longer-needed mindset of resisting the change that you know will set you free.

#future spouse tarot reading #fs tarot reading #fs tarot #love tarot reading #love tarot #free tarot reading #pac tarot #pac reading #general tarot reading #tarot reading #pick a card reading #free tarot #love pac #fs pac

[itshouldvebeenme30]

Freaky Friday ||18+||

Pairing/s: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Wandanat x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, attempt at humor, penis, smut, threesome, sex pollen, and penis

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I got busy and still be until next month. I still lurk on tumblr and read stuff but my focus isn't on it so I can't exactly post very often. I have an upcoming exam this week so I'll just leave it here. Thank you for checking this out and happy reading! (Also, I don't know how to feel about this one andddd happy 200+ followers to me! I can't thank you enough so y'all need a head? Kidding, but srsly, thank you sm!)

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"This is boring, Wanda." You mindlessly flip through the channels as your best friend sits on the floor, reading some kind of voodoo book she got from that Strange guy in relation to her powers. It was part of her training to gain knowledge and control of her ability. Wanda just rolled her eyes while her focus remained on the book.

"I specifically told you that I'd be studying in my room and nothing more. Why don't you go out and bother someone else? You're distracting me. " She sighed and rubbed her fingers on her temple. The texts are giving her headaches, and your constant whining adds to them.

"There's no one to bother because they're not yet home. Steve doing some grandpa shit wherever he is, Sam and Bucky doing god knows what but they're not here, Pietro got a date with Monica, Banner would hulk out if I broke his equipment again, and Tony is spoiling Peter somewhere, and - " You ranted off and Wanda could only use her powers to slam the pillow on your face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" She closed the book and turned to face your annoying ass.

"What the hell, Y/n?"  Wanda mockingly counters back. "Why don't you go and bother your favorite person then? I have to practice my magic here, Y/n."

"Who? You're my favorite person." Your face scrunched in genuine confusion, and Wanda couldn't help the blush becoming prominent on her face. 

"Aside from me, you idiot. I'm talking about Natas- " You defensively sat up straighter at the mention of the name. 

"Woah, woah. Hold your tits, Maximoff. Why would she be my other favorite person aside from you? She hates me! And I don't even like her!" Wanda just raised her eyebrows in amusement. Your loud thoughts of each other, as well as the longing glances you throw when you believe the other is not looking, beg to differ.

"When are you gonna stop denying your obvious boner to each other? Honestly, it's getting annoying at this point. I've shipped you two since- " This time you jumped off of the couch and started pacing around the table.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Maximoff. Have you seen her? She had done nothing but constantly aggravate me and make my life miserable! I swear if she- " Wanda couldn't help the few tears that escaped as she laughed so hard at the scene before her. She loves teasing and riling you up whenever she's bringing up the redhead in the conversation.

"Okay, geez. You have to relax. I was just kidding. I know how much you supposedly hate each other." Wanda calmed down from laughing too hard and wiped her eyes. She just shook her head at you and opened the book to continue where she left off.

"It's the truth!" You slumped back down on the couch and groaned. Even when Natasha is not here, she always manages to give you a headache.

"If you say so. Now, are you up to be my guinea pig? Because I'll kick you out if you start whining again. At least you could help me while you're here. " You nod and agree eagerly just to whisk away the thoughts of the redhead that are starting to consume you. You do not fear Wanda's powers, unlike the others, because you trust your best friend with your whole life. Thus, this became the reason why you two were inseparable; you know you've got each other's back.

Also, you're not afraid of anything because you're somewhat immortal. If you die, you just come back again from whatever horrible, or even the silliest, reason you died. You learned you're different when you died for the first time in a car accident. It freaked your whole family out, and Nick Fury had to step in from the hospital where you miraculously resurrected. The journey of becoming his precious agent started there, until you became an avenger.

During the first few months of being Natasha's teammate, you tolerated each other, and you even befriended the redhead. It all changed when you first died on a mission in front of her to save her and the children. She wasn't aware of your special ability, so imagine her surprise when you came back the next day and greeted the team like you hadn't just died. You apologized of course but Natasha was furious, and that started the day when you two would just constantly be in each other's throat.

"Never ever try to save my life, again." You think she's being ridiculous. Of course, you'll give your life for your teammates, especially those who were very dear to you. What else could this gift- or curse- be of use if you don't try to save everyone? Even though your ability is still a mystery, you strive to use it in the way you believe is fitting. However, it does not imply that you are reckless, despite Natasha's daily assertions to the contrary. You are simply unlucky in those situations because of your desire to protect everyone.

"So, are you feeling anything?" It's been two hours since Wanda starts practicing spells on you and nothing special yet to happen. 

"Uh, sleepy. You sure you read those correctly?" You yawned to emphasize your point, and Wanda couldn't help but yawn, too. Her eyelids were drooping in tiredness, so she decided she was done for the day.

"I think? Well, nothing happened so there's no win or lose here. I wanna take a nap." She stretches before making her way on the bed. "You coming?" 

"Of course, wouldn't miss to cuddle with you." You joined over to her side and spooned her smaller frame. Another reason why she loves being beside you because you give the best warm cuddles in her opinion. The two of you ended up napping the whole afternoon.

~~

"Y/n... Y/n... Wake up." You feel someone shaking you and you just groaned in response.

"You have to scoot over. Something's poking me." Wanda mumbles sleepily but still shakes you a bit stronger because the thing is starting to bother her. When you just grumbled, she turned to face you and covered your mouth and nose. You jolted awake at the sudden lack of air and confusedly sat up. 

"Why are you trying to kill me?" When you sat up, an obvious tent was formed in the crotch area of your sweatpants. Wanda just curiously stared at it.

"Did you wear your special toy or something?"

"What?" You followed her line of sight and were even more confused. You don't remember wearing anything because you had no plans, or whatever.

"I didn't- What the hell?" It shook you to the core when you peeped inside. There's no toy, only the real deal. You have a penis. YOU HAVE A PENIS?!

"Wanda! What is this?" You shrieked and Wanda has to peek what you saw. Her eyes widen comically and before she could muster a word, you sprinted to the nearby bathroom. 

You pulled your sweatpants down and it sprung proudly. You hissed when the cold air hit and it stiffened even more. It's huge and very real. You thought you must be dreaming, but when you pinched your arm, it was still there.

"Y/n, you okay in there? I'm coming in." You're head is all over the place so you come to pay no mind to Wanda coming in to see you.

"What the hell is this? How the fuck did this happen?!" You faced Wanda and the poor girl was met with your additional appendage situated very proudly between your thighs.

"Woah, that's- uhm, uh. I can't. I have no clue and I got no words." You feel no shame at that moment because you're freaking out.

"Did you just give me a penis? Get this thing off!" You hysterically said and Wanda did not hesitate to approach and give your shoulder a light squeeze.

"Okay, first of all, calm down. We'll figure this large- uhm I mean this huge- uh problem. Take deep breaths with me. 1... 2... 3... " You followed the brunette and slowly, you calmed down. 

"Is this thing permanent? Is it ever going away? " You couldn't stop the questions running through your mind, and Wanda hadn't had the slightest clue.

"Honestly? I have no idea. Let me check the book real quick. Wait here. " It's absurd that she thinks you're going anywhere with your pants down and this thing on you. You could only put your head down with your hands on your face on the counter. It's stressing you out, and why does this thing hurt?

"You want the good or bad news first?" Wanda came back with the book on her hand. Seeing your defeated face, she chooses the good news first. "Good news it is. Well, it's not permanent. It's gonna go away eventually." You sighed in relief. You raised your brow urging her to continue what the bad news was.

"The bad news is... it didn't indicate for how long." You take a deep breath and another whip of cold air hits. You lightly hiss when it twitches. Wanda notices your pained expression.

"You okay? I'm really sorry- "

"It's okay, Wands. I just freaked out. I'm not mad or anything. Its just... hurts. And I don't know why it won't go down!" You frustratingly huff. Wanda has to bite back a giggle.

"You think I know how it's supposed to work? Perhaps we should ask for someone's help... " She wiggles her brows suggestively, and you instinctively know what she's up to.

"Absolutely not. I'm just gonna go... jerk or something to make it go away. I'm going back to my room. Not a word to anyone." You start pulling your sweatpants up and walk to the door. Wanda tries to open her mouth and suggest another thing but you already made your way outside.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?" You could only nod defeatedly.

~~

All throughout the dinner, you were silent. Natasha is perplexed because usually when she opens her mouth, you already have something to snark about. She couldn't help but feel concerned when you didn't merely cast a glance at her or everyone at all. Wanda's concerned look being thrown at your way didn't alleviate the worry rising up.

"Something happened, Y/n? You're unusually quite. Natasha here looks like a kicked puppy because you won't pay attention to her." Tony playfully asks, but you know he means well. Wanda elbowed you lightly to get your attention.

"Huh? Oh, nothing." You continued poking the food with your fork.

"Trouble in paradise, sis?" Pietro teasingly says and the others starts to giggle while the three of you, Wanda and Natasha just merely frowned.

"We're not- "

"It isn't- "

You and Wanda spoke at the same time, and Natasha couldn't help but feel jealous of your closeness. She starts to get up from her seat.

"Well, I hope everything's fine because I don't want both of you to get distracted on the mission tomorrow." She missed the shared knowing look between you and Wanda as she left the room.

"We have a mission tomorrow?"

~~

"Can I have your jacket, please?" You whisper beside Wanda. The mission has been successful, and all of you are going home safe. Well, except for the fact that you were exposed to an unknown gas in there. There hasn't been any drastic effect, and you're immortal, so you just shrugged it off. 

And out of all the places to get an unwanted boner, it proudly made its presence known. You have your legs crossed and your hands over your crotch, and Wanda sees this.

"Are you okay? Do we need to check you for any side effects? " She reaches for her jacket and puts it over your lap. You're sweating profusely and your stomach coils unpleasantly.

"I- I think so. I feel very weird... " Natasha watches you both in the corner and has to bite back the ugly feeling at the back of her mind.

You were quickly put in the med bay for a check up, only to have them diagnose you that you had been exposed to a sex pollen type of gas. When your teammates suggestively tell you to hook up with someone, you just flip them off and go back to your room alone. You shut your door and failed to notice Wanda and Natasha following you. They were at your door at the same time, and they looked at each other. Clearly, both of them wanted to help you in any way they could.

"Wanda, I- " Natasha doesn't know what to say, and she feels like she has just overstepped some boundaries. After all, she thinks you and the brunette are together.

"Nat, I have something to tell you. It's really important." Natasha closed her mouth to listen as Wanda's voice held some urgency to it. "I made a mistake and I think it's greatly affecting Y/n."

"What did you do?" She stood up straighter and her stance made Wanda cower a little.

"So yesterday we were practicing spells- "

"Just get straight to the point Wanda. Y/n's hurting in there." 

"Iaccidentlyattachedapenistoher." Wanda says in one breath. She promised not to tell anyone but she can't help but feel responsible and your loud thoughts of being in pain adds to her guilt.

"Say it again?" It was too fast to understand but she gets the gist of it. She just wanted to make sure if she heard it right.

"I said, I accidently attached a penis to her." Wanda says in a hushed and hurried tone. Her face blushed in confession, whether it was from the embarrassment or something else.

"Oh... " 

"Yeah, so we need to help her. She's grunting in pain in the bathroom, Nat. I have to unlock this door because she's not in the right headspace." Natasha just simply nodded and let the girl do her work.

The cold water did nothing to alleviate the pain and hotness you currently feel. You grip your cock and try to relieve yourself, but it's painfully hard and you're crying to get some relief. A dark thought crossed your mind. But before you could materialized it, your bathroom door burst open and you were too shock to cover yourself.

"Whatever you're thinking, Y/n, please don't. We're here to help you." Natasha and Wanda stood in front of you, and slowly, they approached you. Natasha grabs the nearby towel while Wanda turns your shower off. Your brain is too puddled with arousal, so you let them dry you off and lead you to the bed.

"What are you two doing?" You look at them with wide eyes and your cheeks are slightly puffy. 

"We're here to help, detka. It's going to be fine." You couldn't help but lean in to Natasha's touch as she caressed your face while Wanda starts slowly undressing herself.

"I- You don't have to do this... " You reluctantly looked at the two but Natasha held your gaze. 

"I want to kiss you. Is that okay?" You whimpered in response and uttered a soft yes before her lips surged forward to meet yours. Her lips are inexplicably soft and tasted sweet. Your hand went at the back of her head and pulled her closer in a bruising kiss. Wanda moaned loudly at the sight and situated herself on your side as she finished undressing herself. When air became an issue, you both drew back to catch your breath, and Wanda softly pulled your face to hers and whispered on your lips.

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time." Your heart soared at the confession and let her devour you with her intoxicating mouth. Natasha undresses and slowly wraps her hand around your painfully erect member. Wanda detaches her lips from yours but quickly latches onto your neck as you gasped. Everything feels too much, but at the same time, you need more.

"P-please... I need you. Both of you." Tears escaped your eyes and Natasha wiped them gently with her other hand while the other pumps you in a delicious pace.

"Anything you want, milaya." Wanda's hand gently pushed you until your back hit the mattress. She didn't waste anymore time on latching and sucking your breast and you tangled your hand through her soft locks.

"O-ohh... " Natasha took your length into her mouth and she starts bobbing her head up and down. You nearly cum at the sight of your cock disappearing into her mouth. She struggles and gags for a bit due to its size. Something switched inside of you and you forcibly detached yourself from both of them and got up. They looked at you confused, but you simply pulled Natasha to her back before climbing on top of her.

You pry her legs open and she just lets you, picking up on what you're about to do. Wanda bit her lip in anticipation as she watched you align your cock for Natasha's entrance.

"Wanda, baby. Go and sit on Natasha's face facing me." She eagerly followed your instruction and adjusted herself on top of Natasha's face. The redhead moaned loudly at the sight of Wanda's dripping cunt and wrapped her arms around the girl's torso. She tugged Wanda down to her awaiting tongue and lapped her vigorously. Wanda moans and proceeds to play Natasha's erect nipples.

Natasha's mouth gaped open when you bottomed her out with one swift motion. You don't want anymore teasing as the coil in your core becomes unbearable. You let her adjust to the size for a moment before slamming back harder and faster with each thrust. Various moans and grunts echoed all throughout the room.

"Fuck, both of you are perfect. S-so good..." You kissed Wanda and swallowed her moans as you fuck into Natasha at a rough pace. 

"I-I'm so close... please. Can I c-cum?" Wanda practically begged, and Natasha suckled her clit very hard. The girl let out a cry as you finally gave her permission to let herself go. She separates herself from the redhead and proceeds to lie down next to her to catch her breath as she finishes. You lifted Natasha slightly with your arm beneath her torso as you rutted into her at a much deeper angle. She must be close because of the way her walls cinch around your cock. You feel your own impending release and Natasha's legs locked around your hips. 

"B-baby, I'm gonna cum. I have to- " You wanted to tell her you wanted to pull out but she only held you closer. Damn her strong thighs.

"C-cum with me, milaya." You both cried out each other's names as both of you came at the same time. She only released you when you finally spurted your remaining seed into her. You planted a kiss on her neck as she closed her eyes, and then you moved slightly towards Wanda, who's still in a daze. You feel your cock harden again as another desire burns brightly within you.

"Baby, on your stomach please." You flipped her over and placed a pillow under her stomach. Her knees were spread lightly as you toyed with her drenched pussy. You teased her entrance with your cock and she let out small whimpers that you have come to love and crave. You slowly enter her when she gave you permission that it's okay and you're rewarded with a contented moan. 

"Oh fuck... Such a pretty g-girl." Your pace is much slower, but you maintained the same intensity as before. Your hands grip her hips tightly, making sure to leave a mark behind. When she finally recovered from the intense orgasm you just gave her, Natasha snaked her hand through Wanda's hair and pulled it back a bit harder to face her. Wanda audibly moans loudly at this, making you smirk to learn this side of her. Natasha connected her lips with Wanda's and they both devoured each other. That turned you on more than before.

You hugged Wanda from behind, your nipples brushing against her back as you desperately thrust into her with vigor. Your hands clasped around her mounds while Natasha's fingers found Wanda's clit and played with it. Wanda cries out that she's close, and she visibly tenses as her walls tighten around you. You whispered praises into her ear and, with one final hard thrust, you released your own load inside of her. Her mouth shapes into an 'o' as she cums around your cock. She slumps as she finishes, and you just stilled there for a few seconds before pulling out and laying between them.

They positioned themselves on your side and you pulled them under your arms. You kissed both the tops of their heads, humming contently as they relaxed in your hold. 

"Feeling better, milaya?" Natasha sweetly asks. You still can't wrap this situation in your head as you dazedly look towards the ceiling. 

"Better? I feel great, Natty. This isn't just a fever dream, right?" Wanda lightly giggles and places a chaste kiss on your cheek before looking directly into your eyes.

"This is very much real, detka. To be honest, I've wanted this for a long time. Both of you." She admitted shyly, and your eyes widened slightly at her admission.

"Really? I didn't know that... " 

"Wait, aren't you two already a thing?" Natasha lifted her head up to look at both of you confusedly. You both giggled and Natasha just lightly pinches you both for making fun of her.

"No. We're only best friends... " You drag out your sentence, seemingly unsure of what to make of it now that you're aware of the predicament you're in. Wanda pried away her eyes from yours, but she stiffened as you went on. 

"Is it wrong that I want to take you both out on a date? I'd like to try whatever this is." They both beamed at what you said, and they hugged you even tighter.

"I'd love to. More than anything." Natasha kisses your cheek while Wanda kisses the other. "Me, too." You just smiled brightly at them and kissed each others forehead.

"I have one last question." You and Wanda looked at Natasha expectantly. "Is this thing permanent? Not that I'm complaining, I very much enjoyed it actually." You tried to hide your face on Wanda's shoulder while she just laughed. Their giggles are music to your ears, even though they're tinted because of shame.

"No, but we don't know how long it'll last. Don't worry, I'll have the spell thoroughly examined and memorized for future references. " Wanda wiggled her brows at the both of you, and you can't help but get excited again. You groaned as it gradually stiffened and the coil in your stomach came back again.

"Aw, well you look at that. This looks like a problem, don't you think, Wanda, honey?" Wanda bit her lip and nodded excitedly. "Then I think it's best we should take care of it." These girls are gonna be the death of you one day, if not today.

"With pleasure." Wanda moves to hover above you while Natasha grabs your cock as she aligns it to the girl's entrance.

Let's just say, the three of you ended up sleeping in the whole next day.

Taglist: @sayah13 @iliketozoneout @screechcat

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fics #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat fluff #enemies to lovers #best friends to lovers

[suncaptor]

hi! i hope you don't mind me asking, but i need a certified opinion on sam winchester and you seemed like the person to go to :D

could you rec me some good sam-centric fic & character studies? preferably for early seasons or pre-series?

i'm showing spn to a friend and they like sam a lot, but we are both. somewhat afraid to go into the tag lol. so I figured you could have something nice bookmarked or there's maybe a rec list i dont know about.

thanks!

Okay I actually mostly read later seasons Sam stuff (or at least s5+) because the more trauma the better <3 but here are some that are either sam studies that include earlier stuff or earlier/preseries (like kripke era)

DO check trigger warnings! since these are (mostly) pre hell (and I would not read w*) they aren't as bad as some of the sam & lucifer fics I'd share, but some still have different potentially triggering themes (like addiction, suicide, etc, so please just be careful! I'm assuming you can check the tags on ao3 <3)

also some are 18+, not sure your age but I don't personally want my followers talking to me about nsfw content if they are minors. so be wary around that too, but they're all outer links so ao3 will have them rated/stop you etc.

Sam w/ OCD rec list & my old Sam rec list

samjess

Sunlight by sp8ce, samjess

The first time Sam tastes blood it's human blood, and it feels like shame and the closest he has been to truly human wrapped up in one. He's never been so safe and in love. The second time it's electric and consuming. He has nothing left, but the desire to chase the power and hold on to the objective of revenge, only still connected at her touch. The third time, he's pretty sure it will kill him, burn him like purifying light from the inside out. --- An exploration of Sam and consuming blood. This work is the first time: with Jessica Moore.

also if you like samjess sp8ce has later seasons ghost samjess too&lt;3

sam & john

the type who doesn't burn by patrocluus

On a late October afternoon in 1997, John Winchester takes his son out into the woods and puts a bullet between his eyes.

make a mirror out of you by sp8ce - john kills jess (it's john pov though)

The thing about Jessica's death is that it makes Sa,m understand John more than anything else ever could and choose everything John's ever wanted Sam to choose. Azazel always seems to have John's silhouette.

sam / gen or multi

This Is the Way (The World Ends) by Lise

In Georgia hunting a skinwalker, Dean saw Sam. AU. Like, really.

Weblike Causality by sp8ce

Which came first? The fear or the inevitability?

instrument by sp8ce

Sam Winchester grasps with his own personhood.

Polaroid Sun Picture by sp8ce

Sam has been stalked his whole life in order to be manipulated into an instrument of his worst fears. He has no privacy to himself. He has no defence.

therefore I react by sp8ce

for a while, in the cage, all Sam sees is a tree.

(okay so I've tried to not give you any lucifer stuff but this one is a sam & learnt helplessness thesis for connecting past & present)

This Kid's Not Alright by safiyabat

What exactly did Sam get up to at Bobby's while Dean was at Sonny's? When John makes a very odd request of the older hunter, Bobby takes the boy into his home for a few months. It isn't an easy time for either of them.

the easy way out and the hardest part by queenbaskerville

Sam would rather die than be Lucifer's vessel. Lucifer will just resurrect him now, but there was a time before the seals were broken—a time before Sam broke the seals. To save the world, to save Dean—Sam knows what he has to do.

The Special Children by TheMightiestPen

After Dean reveals his Dad’s last words, he asks Sam to lay low for a while. This time, Sam says no. This time, Sam goes all in in his search for the other kids like him. S2 AU, for spnhiatuscreations on tumblr for week 5: favorite season.

sam & dean

Dear Abel by lowkey_existential_despair (it has samjess/early sam&dean basis okay)

It wasn’t always like this, is the thing. There used to be a time when caring about Dean was more than just a habit. There was a time, once, when seeing Dean with demon-black eyes would’ve been the worst thing in the world. But that was a long time ago. Now, he looks at this black-eyed version of Dean—wrapped in layers of chains, in pain, sobbing quietly—and he feels nothing. Nothing at all.

Purify by cenotaphy

"We know what happens when Sam drinks demon blood.

…but what happens when Sam drinks angel blood?"

Set at the end of season 4, before Sam gets out of the panic room.

Hell Fractal by sp8ce

Sam's last real memory is of Dean stabbing him after he let Lucifer out. Sam keeps, with varying levels of memory and awareness, waking up in the panic room. With Dean needing to kill him.

Man-in-the-middle by ambersock (who has some lovely fics <3)

Sam hears the driver’s side door open, hears footsteps approaching. He remembers that Dean still has Ruby’s demon-killing blade. Yet another voicemail fix-it.

The Choice by authoressnebula (authoressjean)

(this author has other early seasons sam&dean stuff)

One gun. One bullet. It's up to Sam and Dean to decide who will shoot the bullet…and who will die.

it’s not that i think i’m good, i know i’m evil by redskyatmorning

(author has good later seasons Sam stuff as well)

The conversation that leads up to Sam ending up in the panic room, again, to detox from demon blood.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, and Quite Forget by Lise

You've seen isolation before, but not like this. It's not quite another hemisphere, but it's close enough.

Catharsis by BlueIris08

Sam copes with learning of Dean's promise to John in the classic Winchester way--with alcohol. Or, the drunken, angsty post-Croatoan/Hunted scene that didn't happen.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right by WilsonTheMoose

In which Sam gets beaten up (rookie), Dean mentions the voicemail (idiot), and nothing really changes (figures). Fits into the first episode of season 5. For an anonymous prompt on tumblr asking for Dean hitting Sam in the earlier seasons. This is not quite what you wanted anon, sorry.

yeah, well, i don't want to by AreYouReady

He didn't do it on purpose. / Dean sabotages Jess's warding in pilot

Comets, Stars, Haunted Houses, and Other Things Best Observed from a Hundred Million Miles Away by occasionallyalways

See also: violent deaths; apologies; lightning. Or; Something happened in the panic room. Something went wrong. Dean finds out six years later.

sambrady

One to Save You by sp8ce

If Brady needs Sam, he'll be there immediately.

The Piece You're Missing by sp8ce

Brady can't seem to figure out why Sam won't give up on him. They have a conversation where he tries to dissect and understand why.

Out by TheMightiestPen (also sam&dean)

A god-possessed witch reveals a secret that Sam’s been keeping for a long time. The brothers handle it like mature, well-adjusted adults, for once.

sastiel

Grace (made perfect in weakness) by Sidewoundcore (CherryHollow)

After he is freed from the panic room, Castiel, rather than Ruby, is the first person to find Sam. In the end, it changes nothing at all.

atrophy & other stories by saintsurvivor

early seasons sastiel that is sam centric

Monster by Ginipig (voicemail fic so mostly sam&dean)

After everything that happened between him and Dean with the breaking of the final seal, Sam is having trouble moving on. Dean's weird, sort-of helpful angel friend wants to know why.

Not that it's any of his damned business.

Comfort by Never_x_Better

Sam's being tormented by Lucifer and Castiel just wants to help him. Nightmares, blood addiction, hallucinations, and fluff ends up leading the two friends down an interesting path.

Wishing Is Cold This Year by Lise

Dean has his head rather determinedly up his ass, so it falls to Castiel to take this one. Post 5.03ish.

what did you bury / before those hands pulled me from the earth? by starlightswait

It’s the strangest thing. Sam’s in the Cage. And then he’s not.

(technically post kripke but it's my favourite sastiel &lt;;3)

Ruby Red by sp8ce (also samruby but I don't read or write a lot of samruby)

An exploration of Sam and consuming blood. This work has Sam reminiscing on Ruby. He then has more blood forced upon him by some hunters who think they can purify him. (can be read standalone or in series)

#fic rec #fanfiction #writing #sam winchester #sammy #spn #supernatural #fic #incoherents #wow that took hours. making rec lists is a time warp #also there are some of my beautiful mutuals who write beautiful later seasons fic. if i didn't include you it's cause I'm focusing earlier

[kaisacobra]

I just read Second Best and I've never been punched in the heart by a fic like that.

Like, I'm losing my mind over what you've written and had to read all of the asks since it came out.

I definitely think Tara doesn't deserve R after everything she's said and done, you can't keep hurting someone and expect that love will be enough to patch all wounds. You said that Tara had some reasoning (maybe not justified but still) as to why she treats R that way and also I understand that everyone grieves differently.

I'd like to understand Tara on this, because it seems despite everything that happened she did love Amber and it might be hard for her to reconcile both Amber as her girlfriend and Amber as one of her attempted killers and THEN having to shoot her and ofc being threatened by people who seem close to you has got to fuck you up irreparably, like she definitely needs help and maybe having THAT conversation in the middle of a volatile environment such as a party full of alcohol and high emotions was an awful idea and R was right in trying to stop Sam and Tara, still, Tara's lashing out seems to me like just that, her lashing out because she may have started feeling crowded on and Sam reminded of how fucked up she might actually be and THEN bringing Reader into the argument finally (and unfortunately) gave Tara an outlet for all of her conflicting emotions. She has the perfect target, she knows Reader's weaknesses, she knows how to frame her words and most importantly she knows that R won't actually fight back. She just wanted to inflict damage somehow and she got it, she just didn't have the wherewithal to hold back on her words, and now she's left with the consequences of the damage she caused.

I'm not trying to make excuses for Tara, what she said was definitely fucked up and she may seem undeserving of happiness to some, but I wanted to understand the reasoning behind it, because in the end she is just a girl who needs help but refuses to see it and lashes out when confronted. And if she were to get a happy ending, I think the best way to go about it would be to work on herself first and start fixing what she broke.

Anyways. As for Reader I am so excited as to the realm of possibilities of moving on mean, especially now that they are in NY. Bringing in Quinn for Reader just so the Gang still has a connection to R despite the shit show that went down AND to drive the knife further (literally) on how fucked Tara was and watching R falling for Quinn's charms (platonically or romantically) just for Quinn to end up harming them to get TO TARA, maybe Quinn senses how R means more to Tara than she likes to admit. R being attacked and feeling more vulnerable than ever is ofc going to make her close up even MORE when Tara tries to make amends because, hasn't Reader been through enough, R is going to be guarded and hesitant around Tara, not so much cold because despite everything you can't make a love like that go away that easily, so R may be civil and even friendly with Tara but definitely won't be getting close enough to give Tara the power to hurt R again.

As for the Kate Route, I can definitely see it happening, R is out in NY and ofc is looking at safety measures to implement, they somehow meet through Bishop Security and that's that, R has now a Golden Retriver friend (who has a Golden Retriever!) that somehow became R's loyal bestfriend. R definitely takes a quick liking to Kate too, since Kate tends to be funny and protective (kinda reminds R of Tara too) and she is so outspoken and confident that R can't help but keep her as a friend, a breath of fresh air after walking on eggshells with Tara because of R's feelings. And of course, Kate seems like someone who falls fast and hard, and isn't afraid to show it, so even if R can't feel the same at the moment Kate understands and respects that, even offering some comfort after finding out everything that went down with Tara and R. Kate being excited to meet the 'core four' and everyone can't help but fall for Kate's charming personality, they see her being hopeful and daydreaming as the perfect contrast to Reader's 'down-to-earthness' and are relieved that R has someone in the group who can finally choose Reader FIRST, since Sam is Tara's sister and the twins are hesitant to take sides (even though Mindy thinks R is almost always right). Kate being fast friends with Chad over sports and becoming gym buddies (love the hc of Chad spilling the tea to Kate over some reps), Mindy likes that Kate is loyal and keeps R happy and although Sam is distrustful and paranoid at first she eventually warms up to Kate after finding out that Kate lost her father and has a shitty mother (Sam can relate) and the favors from Bishop Security to the Carpenter's definitely help too.

If following the events of the movie I can definitely see Kate trying to sus out the killer and ALMOST getting it right, her going into protective mode so fast and losing her mind when R keeps risking it all for the sake of Tara, she gets it since she fell for R but can't help but worry if there's something else to it and maybe she didn't notice how devastated R really was after Tara.

Tara WANTS to hate Kate, and she definitely gets close to it when seeing how affectionate Kate is (Kate definitely is into platonic PDA and can't help herself, specially since R doesn't seem to mind) (it's nice to feel wanted for once) and how receptive everyone is to Kate's go-lucky attitude and neverending gifts. Like Sam, she definitely isn't trusting Kate from the get-go and all the gifts Kate brings the gang aren't helping, but even from the beginning nobody takes Tara seriously because they can clearly see that it all stems from jealousy of not having Reader's attention to herself for the first time. And even though they try to ease Kate into their dynamic as to not upset Tara further it doesn't work because Tara doesn't even realize why she doesn't like Kate fully! They both seem like they could be great friends! Why is it though when she sees Kate and R she gets so mad?

Kate definitely knows what's going on and can't help but be cocky about it to which the gang just gets more exasperated with the added antics of Kate (who is in love with R but respects R's feelings, but loves to make Tara jealous) Tara (who is jealous, doesn't know why and thinks R and Kate are together) and Reader (who is oblivious to all of this and is nursing a broken heart while still in the same friend group as Tara), while also dodging a murderer, yay!

Honestly however it ends up, Reader with or without Tara, adding someone to stir the pot like Kate or Quinn? For a moment? Maybe?

We can all agree that Reader definitely needs a moment to heal and survive what's coming.

Also

"...because you promised her you wouldn't leave her alone and she just doesn't wanna believe that death is the one thing that's gonna break you apart".

That line hits so hard how DARE you

...aand i know I'm late since you are already writing the 2nd part but I still wanted to share my thoughts.

Awesome writing and I'm so invested! Can't wait!

You see, this is precisely why part 2 is getting so long🤭 I want you guys to understand Tara and why she's doing the things that way and i want it to make sense ever since the beginning. I don't believe people are born mean and i wanna transfer that into the story. Tara wasn't born mean and i want y'all to see why she's like that.

Now, am i saying this is gonna wipe every damage Tara has made to R and make her a victim? Absolutely not. But at the end of the day, she's just a girl with issues that needs to get help before trying to make up and be in good terms with R again.

Kate would definitely integrate herself so well within the core four and that would make Tara go ballistic. Not only does she has to deal with Ms. Perfect stealing her place as R's number one person but now she's winning over her friends as well? Tara would be pissed and always on the verge of throwing a fit whenever Kate's around.

And Kate is a little shit, let's be fr here. This girl is a rich heir with no siblings, she never had to share a thing all her life and you expect her to just be cool about this random gnome trying fight her over R? Nuh uh. She's doing things to piss Tara off on purpose (and sometimes she even asks you for permission before doing it, just to make sure she's not creating an awkward vibe)

Don't worry, you're not late for anything! I loved your thoughts and i had so much fun reading them. I hope you'll like what i have planned for part 2 🥰

#✦: 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠

[toast-tales]

A human-dealing giant comes face-to-face with the consequences of his actions, in the form of a tiny human girl who isn’t afraid to stand up to his bullshit.

Danny is a human who fell into the world of giants, in a rural giant town called Red Tree. In this world, humans are only four inches tall and treated like drugs—illegally consumed for pleasure and released afterwards. She was lucky enough to befriend a giant named Nathan, who has been able to hide her away and keep her safe—up until now.

Christopher Penn is a notorious human “dealer,” who sells humans he finds to hungry giants. When he kidnaps Danny and finds out her connection to the giant he knew from years ago, he makes a terrible decision that he doesn’t know how to rectify.

That is, until this human girl turns his life upside down.

In a strange twist of fate, Christopher finds himself having to look after Danny. Somewhere between the bitter insults she throws his way and the smug, insufferable facade he wears, the most unlikely and tumultuous alliance begins to form—but trust and friendship are not so easily won, and redemption is a hard thing to earn.

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#itwom chapters #itwom #itwom fanart #itwom art #itwom audio #oc christopher #oc danny #oc nathan (and the rest)

[1] A Rude Awakening Danny meets the human dealer Christopher for the first time.

[2] Slipping Danny spends the night inside of Christopher, and Christopher devises a plan.

[3] Play by the Rules Nathan retrieves Danny from Christopher.

[4] Dance with Death Danny returns, and she's having none of Christopher's twisted games.

[5] Too Little, Too Late Christopher has regrets.

[6] Black Market Danny finds herself in the hands of an unfamiliar dealer.

[7] Unpaid Debts Christopher goes to rescue Danny from the Black Dragon.

[8] On One Condition Christopher proposes a solution for keeping Danny safe.

[9] Redirection Danny agrees on a strange means to an end...reluctantly.

[10] Domestic Life Danny and Christopher share their first morning together.

[11] Intruder Christopher finds a familiar face lurking around the house that night, and decides to take care of it.

[12] Let Sleeping Giants Lie Another morning, another round of "exposure therapy."

[13] On the Inside Christopher gets a visit from an old client, Sam.

[14] Open WoundsChristopher and Danny have a heart to heart.

[15] Commitment Nathan comes over for another visit.

[16] Meet and Greet Sam meets the gang, and they start to devise a rescue plan.

[17] Hard to Swallow Nathan practices his part of the plan - eating Danny.

[18] Protector of Humans Everyone goes to meet the leader of the Human Rights Association, Sybil.

[19] Enlightenment Sybil gives everyone a much-needed crash course in humans and their relationship to giants.

[20] No Question Christopher and Danny share a moment the night before the rescue mission.

[21] Performance Christopher isn't eager for the first part of the mission: letting Danny go.

[22] Time Crunch Danny does her part in freeing the humans, though she finds an unexpected face in the process.

[23] The Safest Place to Be Christopher does his part on the outside as he intercepts the humans, and has to make some decisions.

[24] Stomach Pains The plan goes awry.

[25] Taste of Freedom After the ride back to the human city, Christopher is faced with a choice.

[26] Tongue Tied Before parting, everyone has something to say to each other.

[27] Sympathizer Danny gets her first glimpse of the human city and meets Sybil's husband John, though not everyone seems to be welcoming her warmly.

[28] Skeletons in the Closet Nathan asks Christopher some questions about his past.

[29] Independence Danny runs into the leader of the Human Independence Coalition, Nora.

[30] Things Left Unsaid The first weekend after coming to the human city, Danny reunites with a familiar friend.

[31] Reconciliation The morning after, Christopher raises some concerns, which are promptly addressed.

[32] Familiar Territory Christopher's first day on the job.

[33] Open Up Danny senses something wrong with Christopher.

[34] A Simple Request A few months later, when Christopher watches the house alone for the weekend, Danny decides to ask something of him.

[35] A Simple Request (2) A chemist gets a favor asked of her.

[36] Cutthroat A ghost from Christopher's past comes back to haunt him.

[37] Turning the Tables Christopher wakes up.

[38] Despite it All Christopher gets a chance to talk to everyone, including the one who despises him.

[39] Old Friend Christopher raises more concerns with Danny, and Nathan returns.

[40] New Beginnings (Epilogue) Christopher finds himself uncomfortable at the HRA's celebration, but finds that there are other little things to appreciate that day.

Rest Within Me A one-off story (1.6k words) involving some 2nd POV (gender neutral reader) romantic vore fluff with Christopher. Just for fun. You can't sleep, and you know there's only one place you can go.

More than Enough A one-off story (2.8k words) with more 2nd POV (gender neutral reader) vore fluff with Christopher. Good old-fashioned nonsexual intimacy, ambiguous for whether that's romantic or platonic this time.

Little One Another one-off story (2.5k words) with 2nd POV (gender neutral reader) safe, willing vore fluff with Sybil. You're a curious human who wants to know what it's like to be...well, you know.

Just a Minute A short little fluff piece with Sam (2nd POV, gender neutral reader). You test the giant's "self-control" by playing a little game with them before they eat you. They end up getting more embarrassed than you, funnily enough.

Christopher's First Time A look into the life of 15-year-old Christopher's first encounter with a human, Joey. About 4k words.

Snippets: The Supermarket

#itwom #in the world of monsters #masterpost #itwom masterpost #vore writing #vore stories

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC! Thank you for the tag Bool!! I'll follow in your step and do one of my wolves! And I'll retag you so you can do your other boy ;) @bool-prop. If I get another tag, I'll do another wolf.

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Sam isn't really afraid of much, though his biggest fear is losing a loved one.

Do they have any pet peeves? People not taking the advice they clearly need.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Crystals, books and plants.

What do they notice first in a person? Sam is extremely good at reading people, he notice fairly fast if they are 'good' or 'bad' people.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Sam has a fairly high pain tolerance, it's not that he doesn't feel pain, but his calm nature makes him able not to react on everything he feels. I'd say he's a 7-8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? None of the above. He's more of a 'try to solve it calmly' type of person.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He has a very big family, and are definitely a family person. He weighs family above anything else.

What animal represents them best? Wolf, shocker. He's a wolf shifter, it would simply be weird for me to say a Jaguar would represent him. But Sam does have a lot in common with wolves. 'Wolves are highly organized, methodical, and reliable individuals who prefer to follow a structured approach to tasks and decision-making. Wolf values tradition, order, and stability, and strives to maintain a sense of security in their environment. Wolves are complex, highly intelligent animals who are caring, playful, and above all devoted to family.'

What is a smell that they dislike? Any rotten meat. Sam has a very fine tuned sense of smell, and rotten meat is something that tends to get stuck in his nose and make him cringe.

Have they broken any bones? No, he has been close a couple times, but he's in general quite elegant and careful.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Too calm, to the point of irritation. Are they a night owl or a morning bird? He's an equal mix of both.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He loves herbal flavors and hate artificially sweetened food.

Do they have any hobbies? He makes his own lotions, potions, soap, candles, bath bombs, ointments and perfume oils.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He'd be super happy and genuinely surprised. Sam loves surprises, as long as they are of the positive kind.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yes. Sam has pierced left eyebrow, he's had that since he was a teen. Furthermore he sometimes wear an ankle bracelet, and he always wears a leather bracelet on his left wrist, Adrian gave him.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Very neat, just look at the answer picture of him above, yes, that's his handwriting. What are two emotions they feel the most? Calm and relaxed.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Corduroy

What kind of accent do they have? He's accent neutral. I tag: @papermint-airplane, @doka-chan, @nectar-cellar, @rollo-rolls and @armanasims, feel free to ignore if this is not for you :)

#tag thing #Sam #Samuel Cullman-Thompson #immortal #supernatural #shapeshifter #wolf shifter #bool prop

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

Ever wonder 'bout what he's doin'?

Title: Ever wonder 'bout what he's doin'? For @badthingshappenbingo prompt rejected apology Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Buck x Eddie with past Buck x Abby Rating: Teen Summary: Abby left Buck behind when she left LA but she never truly let him go, planning on keeping him as a backup. She never counted on Buck moving on or being the one who fully let her go.

Or

Abby's return to LA goes very differently with Buck happy engaged to Eddie. Warning: It could be seen as Abby bashing. Word Count: 2,528 You can also read it on AO3

Abby Clark had never regretted leaving LA behind like she did or ghosting Buck because it made her feel special knowing that she had someone as handsome as Buck waiting for her. He was so deeply in love with her that he waited and held out hope for her. Then she met Sam and she found something she never had with Buck's steadiness and someone she could settle down with. Buck was for fun and to make her feel important that she had a young sex firefighter in her bed.

She never planned on seeing Buck again until that horrible night of the train crash when she met another man from the 118th. And despite being out of her mind in worry about Sam she couldn't notice how handsome he was and wondered what it was about the 118th managed to land such handsome men.

"My fiancé!" She hadn't meant to scream that at Buck or let him know that he had been replaced by someone she could build a life with but she couldn't lose Sam. She saw the way Buck's eyes clouded over with pain but it didn't matter she needed to save Sam. Her future was slipping away from her.

She knew what she had to do and she wasn't afraid to use Buck's feelings for her to twist him into doing what she needed him to do. And that was to save the man she had replaced him with.

The other firefighter who was with Buck glared darkly at her, hate burning in his dark eyes had her taking a step back. She hadn't even spoken to him and he seemed to despise her.

"Buck, you don't have to do this. You don't need to put yourself in danger." The man informed him as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't let her get into your head. Think of Christopher. He needs you. I need you."

"Eddie." Buck looked so torn as he looked at the other man. "If I can save him I have to try. You know this. You know me."

Cupping Buck's cheek in his hands Eddie gave Buck a soft smile, "I do."

Buck flashed Eddie a cheeky smile, "You don't need to say that yet. That isn't for another week."

Confused, Abby wasn't sure what was happening and could only stare at the two men. This didn't sound like a man missing her, waiting for her to come back to him. But that didn't matter right now all that mattered was getting Buck to agree to save Sam. "What about Sam? Are you just going to let him die because you are so petty that I fell in love with someone else? I thought you were better than that, I guess I was wrong.  You clearly never grew up."

A deep growl escaped Eddie as he took a protective stance in front of Buck, anger filling him as he watched Buck fold in on himself and try to make himself smaller, "You have no idea what you are talking about. You left Buck behind and came back here expecting him to still be waiting for you. He isn't, he moved on." Eddie took a step closer, "You have no idea how special he is, you are blind because all you cared about was having a hot firefighter as a boyfriend. Well, he got over you and moved on and he is happier than he ever was with you."

"Eds." Buck placed a comforting hand on Eddie's back, "She isn't worth it, we have people to save."

Stepping back away from Abby Eddie gave Buck a soft smile, "You're right. Let's go."

Abby could say nothing as Buck walked away from her, never once looking back at her or promising to bring Sam back to her. This wasn't the Buck she once had wrapped around her finger and she didn't know what to think.

+*****+

Somehow in the end Buck had managed to bring Sam back to her, yes he was hurt but he was safe. What stunned her the most was the fact that Buck never once came to check on her. That wasn't the Buck she left behind. 'Later it is time to focus on Sam.' She told herself. Taking Sam's hand in hers she held on tightly, she had come close to losing him.

Once she was sure that Sam was out of danger she pulled out her phone and sought out the contact information she hadn't looked at for almost two years and pulled up Buck's name. Biting her lower lip she began to write out a message to him.

Buck, this isn't how I thought we would meet again. Can we talk? Meet up to clear the air?

The ball was in Buck's corner. She had done the mature thing and reached out to her ex. It was up to him if he wanted to keep on being childish.

+******+

"Abby wants to meet." Buck had read the message, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his ex, the first woman he ever loved and ghosted him, had come crashing back into his life with a fiancé. Not that it mattered, he had moved on from her and found true love, the kind you only hear about in fairytales. He had found his soulmate in Eddie. That still didn't mean Abby’s actions hadn't left a scar it was healing but still lingered.

Eddie was currently wearing nothing but a towel that hung low on his hips and droplets of water fell down his chest. Buck swallowed hard all he wanted to do was drag Eddie into bed and trace those droplets with his tongue.

As if sensing Buck's thoughts Eddie smirked as he moved closer to the bed, "So Abby wants to meet? Are you up for it?" Eddie knew how much Abby ghosting him had hurt Buck.

"Huh?" Buck's brain had blue-screened at the sight of a nearly naked Eddie. Shaking his head he forced himself back onto the subject. "I think so. I need to know why she left me hanging onto hope for her to return. Learning about the fiancé the way I did hurt and it hurt that she tried to use the feelings I once had for her to save him. She knew that I would already do everything to save everyone but she still used my feelings for her. What I really want is an apology from her but I don't think I will get one from her."

Eddie knew that his feelings for Abby Clark were negative; he never understood how she could turn her back on someone as amazing as Buck, but her loss was his gain. "I think Abby needs to hear how you feel and if she offers a heartfelt apology then it is up to you if you want to accept it or not. I will support you no matter what you decide."

Buck smiled at Eddie he was grateful to have such an understanding man, "Thank you. Now enough about Abby, you are tempting me Mr. Diaz and I think the towel needs to go." Buck crawled closer to the edge of the bed and tugged on Eddie's towel until it fell to the floor.

Cupping Buck's face in his hands Eddie gave Buck a loving smile, "In one more week I won't be the only Mr. Diaz in this house."

"I think we need to practice for our honeymoon." Buck purred as his hands landed on Eddie's hips.

"That sounds like a perfect plan," Eddie growled as he lowered his head and claimed Buck's mouth with his own.

Abby's message went unanswered until morning as Buck had much more important things to focus on, like his sexy fiancé.

+******+

Abby absolutely did not obsessively check her phone looking to see if Buck had responded to her message.

And she certainly didn't feel jealousy and angry at the idea that Buck might have something or someone more important than her. After all that was ridiculous she should be happy Buck moved on from her. She has Sam now, whom she is going to spend the rest of her life with, Buck's love life and personal life were no longer any of her business.

Still when her phone alerted her to a new message she lunged for her phone and with shaking hands unlocked her phone and sought out the message.

Abby, can we meet tomorrow at the bench at the old park we used to visit at noon?

Abby's heart skipped a beat as she thought of seeing Buck again.

That works for me. I will see you there.

She was a little disappointed when all she got back from Buck was a thumbs up. "It doesn't matter I'll talk to him tomorrow and he will see the reason why I moved on to Sam."

Abby couldn't deny that the words tasted like ash on her lips.

+*****+

Buck was waiting for her and the sun hit him just right making his golden hair gleam and making him look like Apollo brought to life. Taking a deep breath Abby steeled herself as she made her way over to where Buck was waiting for her. "Buck?" She called softly as she approached.

Her breath caught as Buck turned to look at her and even though his smile was dim it still managed to out shine the sun that he was bathed in.

"Hello Abby, do you want to sit down?" Buck asked still the gentle man.

Sitting down on the bench Abby made sure to keep some distance between them, she didn't want Buck to get the wrong idea of why they were meeting. "It's good to see you, Buck."

"Is it?"

Abby could only blink she hadn't expected that question and as Buck shifted to look at her, she could see in his eyes that he was far from done.

"Would I have even heard from you if the train accident hadn't happened? Did you ever plan out and reach out to me or did you just plan to leave me hanging? Leaving me with the hope that one day you would come back or at least reach out to me. I loved you Abby, you were the first person I truly loved, you made me a better person. I fell in love with you so easy Abby and I thought I would be enough for you as you would be for me but I was wrong on both accounts."

For a moment Abby could only stare at Buck. "What do you mean?"

"The love I felt for you was nothing but a spark that burned for a little while and died out little by little with every ignored text and unanswered call. But it truly extinguished the day I met Eddie, the man I am going to marry in a week. He and his son Christopher have become my whole world. My love for them is a nebula that shines in the night sky." Taking a deep breath Buck looked at Abby, really looking at the woman he once loved. "I am glad that Sam is safe and that you have found happiness and love that you couldn't find with me but you broke my heart Abby, you left me waiting for someone who wasn't coming back. I moved on and while I want to believe that part of you cared about me I can't help but doubt the way you used the feelings I used to have for you against me to save your fiancé."

Buck knew from the way Abby flushed that he was right and he felt used. "I wish you happiness Abby but I think this is where we say goodbye and go our separate ways. I have no place in your new life and you have none in mine."  

Abby couldn't believe this was happening she had expected Buck to be happy to see her, not this. "Aren't you going to let me apologize?"

"Would you mean it? Would you tell me that you are sorry for ghosting me? That you are sorry for just dropping out of my life without a word? That you planned on telling me that you were engaged to marry someone else?" Buck's blue eyes were pleading with her.

Abby closed her mouth because she hadn't planned on saying anything like that.

Giving her a sad smile Buck, "Goodbye Abby," before he turned away and walked away from her.

Frozen in place Abby watched as Buck's body langue changed at the sight of the handsome man that seemed to be waiting for him. It took Abby a moment to place him as the firefighter who had been there that night with Buck, who once he learned her name seemed to hate her. She watched as he opened up his arms and Buck flew into them and he tucked Buck safely against his chest and kissed Buck deeply.

They fit together in ways that she and Buck never did. It was like watching the moon embracing the sun. As Buck tucked his head into the neck of his boyfriend dark eyes met Abby's and they shone with love and protectiveness. They screamed at her, 'you hurt him but you will never get the chance to again,' watching Buck with this mysterious man she knew that she had lost whatever hold she might have had on Buck for good.

"You okay?" Eddie asked as he tightened his grip on Buck as he watched Abby walk away.

Pulling away enough to look Eddie in the eyes Buck smiled softly at him, "Yeah, I got the answers I needed."

Pressing a kiss against Buck's forehead Eddie asked softly, "And what answers were they?"

"That while Abby was my first love she wasn't my greatest or the love of my life. She doesn't have a hold on me anymore I have fully moved on from her. I love you and only you Eddie and I can't wait to be your husband."

"Good." Eddie growled, "Because I never plan on letting you go."

Buck gazed fondly at the love of his life, "Good because I plan the same."

+*****+

One Week Later

Abby didn't know why she did it but she found herself browsing Buck's social media and there on his Instagram page was a photo of him and the mystery man locked in a passionate kiss with an adorable little boy cheer at their side, all of them were dressed in suits in the backyard that Abby recognized as Buck's captain's. It was the caption that had her choking back a sob.

Just married the love of my life.

She had moved on and left Buck behind, always thinking that Buck would never move on from her, that he would always be there as a backup, waiting for her. But she had been wrong Buck was no backup he flourished and found a family that she had no part of. It was time to let Buck go as he had done with her and as a single tear fell she knew she had no one to blame but herself.

#buddie #otp: i love you to the core #sherri writes #my fics #bad things happen bingo

[krikeymate]

I have a weird idea I can't seem to get out of my head for some reason I'd though I'd share it with you. For the most part, people with mental illnesses are usually more creative or have more creative outlets, right? So what if when Sam left, she was on a mission to get better not just for herself but for Tara as well. She knew she needed help she started seeing things years ago, but Christina was no help. (She might have even thought it was a good thing because it made her like Billy. I can even imagine that after she found out, she started leaving her alcohol in plain sight to see if she would drink to quiet the voices like Billy did.) Thankfully, Deputy Hicks and Mrs. Meeks-Martin said they would look after Tara, and both told her to keep in touch and that they would be there if she needed them.

Sam struggled through getting sober and finding help for her mental health, but she managed to keep going. One of the things that she found she loved through it was art she loved escaping into different worlds anywhere that wasn't where she was. It helped her escape and forget how hard things where.

Someone notices her drawings and asks her if she could draw his dnd character or someone from a story he was working on she does because she's broke, and he said he would pay her. He loves it and posts it. A few other people ask for similar drawings. Eventually, she falls into a creative crowd that introduces her to a bunch of people working on different things. She learns to make illustrations for smaller indie media, and it's a nice hobby and way to make extra cash. One day, she gets a message from someone who said they say a few of her drawings and asked if she would be willing to make a few different covers for a story. Not thinking much of it, she said yes, next thing she's getting contacted by a large publisher asking to use one for the cover of a new book series. She ends up being asked to design more covers and illustrations from different publishers and can finally start saving up for when she went back home.

She becomes a popular freelance artist. Sam even has a few fans from a comic she worked on with friends. She uses the artist named Sam Soto since part of her is scared Christina would find her and ruin everything, and because her grandmother was her favorite person after Tara, so she used her last name to remember her. She's thankfully for that choice after all the theories start gaining traction.

Just before the attacks She was getting ready to reach out to Tara she finally felt stable and safe. Just needed to gather her courage and find the right moment. In the last 5 years, Sam learned that not everything she touched was going to get hurt or destroyed like she was always told she could also create things that where beutiful and made people happy.

Of course, after the GF attacks, Sam feels guilty. She almost lost her sister and the twins, and she did lose Wes and Judy Hicks. She threw herself at taking care of Tara, and when they moved to NY, she did make the smallest room and make it to her office/studio, and she didn't let anyone in. She found something that she loved that let her escape, but she had to leave Tara behind to find it. It made her afraid Tara would hate her art or think Sam was better off without her. What if she thought Sam was doing great and chose never to go back until she had to? How do you explain that she worked hard to get better for her but was to scared to go back when she did? It leads her to just brush off questions about the time she was gone, saying she just worked freelance and did some projects here and there.

Tara does hate it she knows Sam isn't being honest, but she's back she's here with her, and she promised never to leave again. After a fight, she storms into the studio and finds everything, even a print of a cover for the book she was reading, signed by Sam Soto. Looking around, the main thing that catches her eye is a framed drawing it's an old and worn-out drawing of her when she was younger. It's not as good as the rest of the drawing around the room, but you could tell it was the most well loved.

My friend this isn't a weird idea, this is LOVELY. I LOVE it, I LOVE you. I think saying "people with mental illnesses are usually more creative or have more creative outlets" is probably... not great, but I think you mean well. Happy to discuss that more in private if you message me off-anon (no judgement involved, I'll keep it all to myself, just wanna talk about it).

I think I've mentioned this before, but I 100% believe that when Sam left, she did it to recover - something she wouldn't be able to do in Woodsboro - and to get better, for herself and for her sister. The idea that Christina started leaving alcohol out to see if Sam would start drinking like she did is incredible, we all hate that woman, we only make her worse every time we talk about her.

Artist!Sam. Her using her grandmother's name as a pseudonym, being ready to reach out to her sister when life does it for her. All amazing. The way she learns through art that she is not destined for destruction, but that she can bring life and love into the world, heartbreaking.

The idea that Sam hides her art, terrified that Tara will hate her for leaving her and building this whole new world for herself is so so real. Because of course, what else could Tara think? Sam left and she made a name for herself and she found something that made her happy, because her sister just wasn't enough. And Sam only came back because Tara got hurt, because she felt guilty. Why wouldn't she assume that Sam was just going to stay away with her new name and her new life and her happiness? But Tara wants that for Sam, she wants her to be happy (she wishes she could have that for herself), so she feels guilty, because she's dragged Sam back into all this pain into her life and she's stuck here in New York looking after her fucked up little sister.

They're having an argument. Sam's trying to tell her she can't go to a party as if she has any say in what Tara can and can't do. "How am I supposed to focus on my work when I don't know where you are or whether you're safe," Sam screams at her. Tara screams back, "WHAT WORK SAM? YOU WON'T TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU DO BUT YOU EXPECT TO CONTROL EVERYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE."

The words cut at Sam deep. Because she's right. She won't tell Tara anything about her life, but she wants to know every part of hers. The truth hurts and she doesn't know what to say, how to react. She just turns and walks away back to her room. But Tara isn't done, she's too worked up, she storms after her, pushing the door open before Sam can close it.(A part of Sam wonders whether she wanted her to see. She's so much stronger, she could have held the door closed, she could have stopped her).

Tara takes in the room. The desk with the tablet and computer, the sketchbooks, the pens and the pencils, the canvases and the paints in one corner. She framed prints on the wall, the sketch of herself framed above Sam's bed. She takes it all in and thinks Sam didn't want to share this with me, and walks away, locking her door behind her.

She doesn't go to the party that night.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #miscellaneous scream au's #-artist sam

[anitaawhitney]

Some of my 4 favourite lines in 'The Tortured Poets Department'

Fortnight

All of this to say, I hope you're okay But you're the reason And no one here's to blame But what about your quiet treason?

The Tortured Poets Department

But you're in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still love the show Who else decodes you?

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Put me back on my shelf But first, pull the string And I'll tell you that he runs Because he loves me (He loves me)

Down Bad

In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you

So Long, London

And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment And my friends said it isn’t right to be scared Every day of a love affair, every breath feels like rarest air

But Daddy, I Love Him

I'd rather burn my whole life down Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin' I'll tell you something about my good name It's mine alone to disgrace

Fresh Out The Slammer

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter He was with her in dreams Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under

Florida!!!

Little did you know your home's really only A town you're just a guest in So you work your life away just to pay For a time-share down in Destin

Guilty as Sin?

I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry?

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

They shook their heads saying, "God, help her" when I told them he's my man

But your good lord didn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can) Woah, maybe I can't

loml

What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies I'll never leave, never mind

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

I can hold my breath I've been doing it since he left I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance"

The Alchemy

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool? That child's play back in school Is forgiven under my rule I haven't come around in so long

Clara Bow

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so Do they let you know It’s hell on Earth to be heavenly Them's the breaks, they don't come gently

The Black Dog

I am someone who until recent events You shared your secrets with And your location, you forgot to turn it off And so I watch as you walk

imgonnagetyouback

And I'll tell you one thing, honey I can take the upper hand and touch your body Flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party Or I might just love you 'til the end

The Albatross

"One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen" Locked me up in towers But I'd visit in your dreams And they tried to warn you about me

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules All to outrun my desertion of you And you just watched it

How Did It End

Guess who we ran into at the shops? Walking in circles like she was lost Didn't you hear? They called it all off

So High School

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two Get my car door, isn't that sweet?

I Hate It Here

Secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child

thanK you aIMee

And it wasn't a fair fight, or a clean kill Each time that Aimee stomped across my grave And then she wrote headlines In the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take

I Look in People’s Windows

I look in people’s windows In case you’re at their table What if your eyes looked up and met mine One more time

The Prophecy

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable

Cassandra

They all said nothing Blood’s thick but nothing like a payroll Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul You can mark my words that I said it first

Peter

Once found us beguiling She said she was trying Peter, was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did

The Bolter

But as she was leaving It felt like breathing All her fuckin' lives Flashed before her eyes

Robin

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You’ll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now, we’ll curtail your curiosity In sweetness

The Manuscript

The only thing that’s left is the manuscript One last souvenir from my trip to your shores Now and then I re-read the manuscript But the story isn’t mine anymore

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #lyrics #I would pay for many poetry books from taylor #this was so much to digest and I've finally found love with all of the songs #“Some” because I have more than just this

[cornerful]

March 23rd

'It is too late now, Sam dear. You can't help me in that way again. I am almost in its power now. I could not give it up, and if you tried to take it I should go mad.'

So right after I read this last night, I was looking at the moon setting behind the trees in the west (as you do) and it started raining. Cinema

Anyway this book continues to torment me what's new :D

Frodo looked again towards the Mountain. 'No,' he said, 'we shan't need much on that road. And at its end nothing.' Picking up his orc-shield he flung it away and threw his helmet after it. Then pulling off the grey cloak he undid the heavy belt and let it fall to the ground, and the sheathed sword with it. The shreds of the black cloak he tore off and scattered.

'There, I'll be an orc no more,' he cried, 'and I'll bear no weapon, fair or foul. Let them take me, if they will!'

Screaming crying in there's an emotion bundled up in the chest of every pacifist, shining out from behind their eyes like the moon through the night-wrack, and it is not "peace"

Absolutely off my head about this. The ugly violence of self defence. The stain on your heart when someone gives you no choice but to fight back or take it, and the weight of that. The leering entombing weight of something horrible that delights in the frailty of its prey, that kindness has no direct power to end or mend.

The circumstances and depth of character that lead Frodo to throw away sword and shield like they disgust him. For better or worse. This is his defiance against the cruelty that surrounds him and the rot in his soul that has nearly succeeded in stripping away everything he loves. It's some kind of desperate bid for freedom in a situation where it seemingly wouldn't matter much either way, but it matters to him. Aaaauuugh.

Sam did likewise, and put aside his orc-gear; and he took out all the things in his pack. Somehow each of them had become dear to him, if only because he had borne them so far with so much toil. Hardest of all it was to part with his cooking-gear. Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of casting it away.

'Do you remember that bit of rabbit, Mr. Frodo?' he said. 'And our place under the warm bank in Captain Faramir's country, the day I saw an oliphaunt?'

What if I just sob forever. Would that be cool or

They have almost nothing left, and the cooking stuff, a sturdy comforting symbol of life and the determination to keep on living has to go too. Grief!!

'No, I am afraid not, Sam,' said Frodo. 'At least, I know that such things happened, but I cannot see them. No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.'

Yep. I'm so alright with this. It's not enough that this thing took him away from his home and sent him to his death, it took home and light and laughter away from him, ripped it out and left horror in its place. Sure. That seems fair.

'And he isn't going to mess with my pans!' With that he carried all the gear away to one of the many gaping fissures that scored the land and threw them in. The clatter of his precious pans as they fell down into the dark was like a death-knell to his heart.

As a cook...I felt that

He came back to Frodo, and then of his elven-rope he cut a short piece to serve his master as a girdle and bind the grey cloak close about his waist. The rest he carefully coiled and put back in his pack.

First rock emotions now Rope emotions...if you couldn't tell book 6 destroys me on a personal level

'I'll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind,' said Sam. 'And I'll carry Mr. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart. So stop arguing!'

🥲

SAM 💚

#im at my fking limit bro #lotrn323 #lotr newsletter #i intentionally put the pacifism post in my own words bc i. do not remember it. lol #OH and i think i forgot to mention it before but Pippin and Sam both being like i wish i could carry you.. earlier 🥲 #slightly younger hobbits helping their older friends <3 #these guys honestly #it's like they want me to believe in goodness and friendship and love or something #the world wants me not to #*oh hellos voice* but i doooo

[shrinkthisviolet]

questions for fic writers #s 1, 2, 10, 11, 12, 16, and 41 please :)

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Ooh hard to say. If the person is open to OC fics...then the Morgan Wells AU and my Lucy Kenobi AU. Especially since those are being actively written, and have been for a while, so you can chart my growth as a writer through them 😅

If they're not...then maybe "the little things (give you away)". It's Iris-centric, explores her feelings, explores Savitar a little more deeply...all of which might as well be part of my brand at this point 😅

Ooh also "come in, the water is(n't) fine"—I feel like it introduces me as a writer who's not afraid to write out-there/niche fic concepts, which is true! (The OC fics introduce that too, but this is an alternative for people who don’t like OC fics)

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Canon Compliant, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Canon Divergence, Father-Daughter Relationship, and Brother-Sister Relationships

Well...canon and I have a love-hate relationship—I align with their themes above all, then characterization, then plot. Usually my fics end up "canon nudged to the left". If I use the canon compliant tag, it usually means it isn't contradicted by canon, like it could be canon, but it's technically not (and might slightly contradict plot points or elements of characterization but still sticks to the themes). Canon compatible, if you will.

My titles come from all sorts of songs tbh, Taylor Swift’s songs are just easier to recall and that tag being “canonical” means it pops up more often in filtering.

Father-Daughter Relationship...absolutely. 100%. Morgan & Thawne (derogatory), Daniel & Sam, Harry & Jesse (not yet but in the future)...I do love them 🥰

Brother-Sister Relationships...well do I even have to say it 😂 Barry & Morgan and Lucy & Luke, my beloveds!! My brand!!

10. How do you decide what to write?

Honestly? It's wherever the muse leads. I get so many ideas, but...ideas are a dime a dozen. I figure out what I want to write based on which one I keep thinking about...and which one makes the words flow easier. Not much of a technical answer, sorry to say 😅 I just kinda go with the flow. The worst thing is trying to force your way through writing a fic—no one wins in that case.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

Oooh I am very partial towards platonic pairings nowadays...mostly because my OC fics (which I'm currently writing) have those. So do most of my fics, really—gen takes center stage. I ofc do love writing Maiko when the muse strikes, and I've written a few ficlets for Westallen, Snowest, Barrisco, Thallen, Westhallen, etc. Though I hope to write a full fic for Westallen this year!

Honestly I think I drift to gen fic because that's why I came to AO3 😂 the filtering on other sites is horrendous, and gen fics are difficult to find categorized so neatly. I've always been more compelled by platonic relationships than romantic ones, even as I cling tightly to the ships I adore. There’s just so much there…and so much of deep platonic relationships gets them labeled romantic by fandom or is otherwise stripped away. Strong platonic relationships are my kryptonite 💞 I love them so much. Whether they’re loving, complicated…or whether they’re in some way unhealthy or tied to a corruption arc 👀

As for why I love the ships I love...well, Maiko is just very near and dear to my heart and always will be, Westallen is the amazing gold-standard couple of my dreams (and they make each other better!), and Snowest, Westhallen, and Barrisco are my non-canon sweethearts 🥰 Caitlin and Iris have so many interesting parallels (I started shipping them out of spite and then I got attached), Westhallen is the perfect ending to s1, and Barrisco...they're just sunshine personified, come on (and Cisco is practically Barry's second lightning rod anyway, lbr. Don't be surprised if I end up writing Barriscowest one day). And ofc the list of ships I love goes on—Percabeth might very well be written one day

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Hmm...I don't know of any tropes I've ever disliked that I like now, but...I think I like villain redemption more than I used to. Partly because of Zuko's arc in ATLA being so well-done. The problem is that so many villain redemptions aren't done well—either the villain isn't fully redeemed but the story acts like they are, or the villain IS fully redeemed and their claws are filed down—they lose their edge. Both are bad iterations of this trope ✋ the best is Zuko's. He joins the team, atones by literally helping them take down his father...and he never loses his edge, he just softens a smidge toward them. Which is natural—they ARE his friends, but he's still HIM, he's still got his edge that makes the others think "man I'm glad he's on our side now"

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

Killer Frost Barry! I've read a few fics with this trope (see this tag if you wanna read them too!), and they’re all wonderful, but I want more. I loosely teased the idea of writing one (and in that case, I'd probably have Iris as the Flash because she's always my first choice for when Barry isn't the Flash), and...who knows? Maybe one day.

Same for Iris as the Flash in general tbh. Out of both of these ideas, this is the one I’m more likely to write—speedster Iris, my beloved 🥰

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

Oh absolutely "Mind, Body, Soul" by palaces_out_of_paragraphs. Aside from it being a Barry-comforts-Iris-after-the-Mirrorverse fic, my favorite genre...it's also so lyrical in its writing:

"Iris counts their breaths in and out, his ribcage softly rising and falling over hers like a song. And she loses herself in the way he feels so warm, even all these stories up in the air, that lightning-like heat from him glowing between them, sparkling under the darkening sky, bathing her body in warmth."

Absolutely gorgeous. I can't recommend it highly enough

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Sia for the OC asks!

Thank you so much Amanda!!

@direwombat and @confidentandgood also asked about Sia, so thank you all!!

01. Full name:

Siobhan "Sia" Maureen Kelly

02. Best friend:

Her brother Paddy (before his death), Sam afterwards

03. Sexuality:

Sia is a closeted bi, it's not exactly easy coming out to Irish Catholic parents

04. Favorite color:

Marigold Yellow

05. Relationship status:

Taken (in a relationship with Sam Drake)

06. Ideal mate:

smart, dedicated, good sense of humor, someone who can put up with her snark is a must, an interest in history

07. Turn-ons:

someone who can make her laugh, playing with her hair, massaging her shoulders and back

08. Favorite food:

Her Nan's Sunday roast, with roast potatoes, gravy and mushy peas

09. Crushes:

She had a fair few while growing up (quite a few in uni when it came to some of the girls in her classes) but she was always too afraid to act on most.

Slowly but surely, Sam also weaseled his way into her thoughts and she started to crush on him.

10. Favorite music:

Irish pub songs. Get a few pints in her and she will start singing her rendition of "Molly Malone"

11. Biggest fear:

Public speaking, really anything that puts her in the limelight. She's happy with receiving accolades but she doesn't like having to deal with people. as part of her daily life.

12. Biggest fantasy:

Living in a lighthouse. She gets to be near the ocean, left alone, and she can fill her days with reading books and walks on the beach.

13. Bad habits:

caffeine addiction (she goes through pots of tea throughout the day), her short temper

14. Biggest regret:

Letting Paddy ever work for Rafe. If he hadn't taken the job as part of "security" he never would have been put in danger.

15. Best kept secrets:

She's a secret Liverpool supporter (most people don't even know she likes soccer)

16. Last thought:

Probably a to do list of some sort. the woman can't relax

17. Worst romantic experience:

A blind date she went on, where he talked about himself the entire time, flirted with the waitress, and then his credit card was declined so she had to pay for the meal (she was never willing to let Paddy set her up on another date again after that)

18. Biggest insecurity:

Her body image. she knows Sam has been with more people than she has, and she worries that she doesn't compare to all the adventurers he knows. She's a little soft around the edges, has some extra meat on her, and she doesn't always feel as attractive as she is.

19. Weapon of choice:

Her words. Sia isn't a fighter or adventurer, her place is by a stack of books. But she's sassy as hell and will tell you off if she's getting annoyed.

20. Role Model:

Her father, her love of the sea and maritime history is all because of him. It's his specialty as well and she absolutely followed in his footsteps.

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 11: The Demon Inside Me

''One day something changed in me, for some reason I felt like God. Didn't care how much trouble I brought: 'This children could revive the machines.' I can't believe this… I did that! I am a demon, God is not here! Only the flame will rest us… The history will be forgotten! Forever!''

 – Salvage Dreams by MiaRissyTV ft. Cheshire (Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator)

xXxXxXx

Springtrap was lying on the couch, still reading Harry Potter & The Order of Phoenix, having realized that it would take him a while to finish the book as it was the longest of all seven books Sam had given to him. Nevertheless, he found it interesting, even more when the students at Hogwarts started a literal rebellion against Umbridge. He chuckled to himself, just enjoying the book and the quiet night.

Speaking of a quiet night… He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning back against the couch. I don't even remember when the last time was when I wasn't worried that much about something. He frowned. Although, nothing is for certain, isn't it?

As he opened his eyes, instead of seeing the book, he only saw static. Stunned and annoyed, he quickly got up. He hoped that this wouldn't happen, that for once, he would be left alone, but it seems that someone wanted to ruin his night. He crossed his arms as his vision cleared, finding himself back at Fredbear's Family Diner as his human self. While he knew that he'd be visited, he didn't expect it to happen so soon. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

You know that overthinking things won't lead you anywhere. You only need to listen to them, that's all. Whatever happens, you know exactly what you're doing and why. Don't falter, things will work out.

After taking another deep breath, he looked around, noticing that he was still alone at this place. Instead of waiting for something to happen, he started to walk around, entering the hallways next to the main area, as well as looking into rooms. There wasn't anyone, but it didn't seem as if the place was completely silent. As he stood quietly in the hallway, he suddenly heard steps coming from the main area.

''Hello?'' he called out, walking towards the source of the noise. ''Is anyone there? Henry?''

He had suddenly heard a thud, followed by a loud cry coming from the main area. Realizing that this wasn't Henry, he hurried down the hallway. He knew that, aside from Henry and Sam, there had also been another person who had entered this place before.

''Sammy?''

William entered the main area, scanning the room. He had spotted a small figure near the entrance, almost hidden in the shadows. He noticed that this figure, a young boy wearing a black and white stripped T-shirt, was on the verge of crying. He took another step towards the boy.

''Sammy…''

Sammy Afton simply froze, his eyes wide as he stared at his father. William saw the fear in his eyes, feeling crestfallen as he realized that his son was afraid of him. He may have wanted to confront his father, but he still feared that William would go back to his abusive and neglectful behavior Sammy was all too familiar with. William felt a sting of guilt, hating to see Sammy like this, as he wasn't angry at his son nor did he want to hurt him. In fact, he was glad to see him, but the boy looked terrified of William.

''Sammy, I…'' William trailed off when he saw Sammy shaking his head.

''No…'' he whispered, tears flowing down his cheeks, and quickly turned towards the entrance.

''Sammy, wait!'' William ran towards his son, only for Sammy to slam the door behind him. Once William reached for the door knob, he realized that it was locked. He punched the wall in frustration. ''Damnit!''

William leaned over, his head lowered. He felt desperate, as all he wanted was to talk to Sammy, and somehow, he managed to mess that up. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't escape this building until whoever invited him here let him leave.

''It's not exactly what you had hoped for. Nevertheless, such response should've been expected.''

William frowned and turned around, noticing his old partner staring at him.

''I am not in the mood to deal with you today, Henry,'' William told him.

''Trust me, I don't want to talk to you either, but I don't have much of a choice,'' Henry replied in a stern tone. William snorted, giving Henry a look that was a mix of amusement, despair and anger.

''Oh, really? Well, I'm sorry about that,'' he replied sarcastically. ''How rude of me for forcing you to be here, then. I didn't mean to waste your time.''

Henry frowned, noticing the dark and acidic tone in William's voice. He was aware of what was going through William's head, but he still decided to confront him. After all, when did William show him any pity or gave him a break? Not to mention, there was something important both of them needed to discuss.

''William, are you even aware of why I am here?'' Henry asked him.

''I know. You are afraid that I might once again go back to my old ways now that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is open,'' William replied in a calmly, only for his tone to become threatening. ''We have talked about this already, Henry, and I can assure you that nothing has changed.''

''You're wrong,'' Henry replied. ''I can see that something has changed.''

William stared at his old partner, his hand clenched into a fist. He felt uneasy and there was also rage building up inside him, ready to burst at any moment given. Despite his attempts at trying to calm himself down and thinking through all of this rationally, his mental and emotional state was still a complete mess, with him being unable to decide whether he wanted to hear Henry out or just punch him in the face. However, he had to admit that Henry was right.

Focus, William. He took a deep breath. Calm down. The past few days have been quite chaotic. You cannot afford to lose yourself now. He then glanced at Henry, giving him a cold look.

''I understand what you want to tell me, but it doesn't help that you decided to make an appearance at the wrong moment,'' William replied. ''I already have enough to deal with even without you being here.''

''I know, but let me ask you something,'' Henry said, with William noting the calm, but stern tone in Henry's voice. ''What are you planning to do now?''

''Really? That's what you want to know?'' William said dryly. ''I'm surprised that you aren't yelling at me.''

''I would love to do that, but it is obvious that you wouldn't listen to me either way, or at least not take me serious regardless of what I do or say,'' Henry replied.

''Then, why are you here?'' William asked. Henry sighed, with William realizing that his old partner was getting quite irritated by his responses.

''It's because I care enough to keep on with these visits, despite the disappointments I'm constantly experiencing,'' Henry replied, with William narrowing his eyes. ''I am just as responsible for what is going on as you are, and I won't be able to rest as long as I know that you're still here, once again involved in the horrors that should've been forgotten and buried forever.''

''Then you will never be able to rest,'' William replied in an icy tone, walking past Henry, who gave him a stern look. ''You know, somehow, I always keep coming back, meaning that you will have to continue living even beyond the grave in perpetual worry and fear. I assume that the only thing that would actually stop me forever would be for my own soul to become annihilated, but who knows whether that's even possible.'' He then lowered his head, his back turned towards Henry. ''There's no doubt that that's what all of of you would've done if you had the chance. It's not enough that I'm dead and trapped inside my own creation. At this point, there is a silent agreement by everyone I had influenced in some way that I don't deserve to even exist, right?''

Henry didn't answer. It felt as if William was talking nonsense, but considering what his old partner went through, especially in the past weeks, it wasn't that surprising that he might display some level of self-hatred. However, Henry wasn't completely sure how to respond to this. It just sounded so… childish. Still, he had to admit that at some point, he wished that he had never met William, considering how the latter was the root of this disaster. He was sure that, if he hadn't met him, his life would've turned out differently. The same could be said for all of William's victims and his own family.

''Trust me, we both have regrets,'' William said suddenly, breaking the silence, with Henry giving him a doubtful look. ''However, I believe that you do remember what happened last time when you got yourself consumed by grief. Do you want the same to happen again?''

Henry sighed, feeling all of his patience being drained out of him. He was in no mood to deal with William's antics, just as much as William wasn't in the mood to talk to him. One would think that they would actually agree on parting ways, but Henry knew that he needed to stay, at least for a while longer. There were some things that he needed to know about, some questions that needed to be answered. As much as he wanted to leave, he simply couldn't.

''You know, I also remember staying ignorant of what kind of monster you had turned into,'' Henry replied, crossing his arms. ''I'm certainly not going to make the same mistake again.''

''Fair enough,'' William replied calmly, much to Henry's surprise, as he expected the latter to protest or come up with some kind of excuse as usual. ''I don't think that that would change anything, though.''

He noticed Henry glaring at him, but at this point, he didn't care anymore. Sammy's appearance had thrown him off and in his thoughts, he was still trying to get this situation sorted out. Rest assured, he didn't have all the answers, and he didn't feel anymore that it was necessary to know every detail, but he still had a good idea of what he was going to do.

''As for your question, there are several things I'd like to do,'' William added, turning to Henry, who glared at him. ''I am going to stay with Sam and help her out. As you know, she is now an employee at Freddy's, and even if she weren't, I had already promised her to give her lessons about handling animatronics.''

''How am I supposed to trust you with that?'' Henry asked. ''After all, you turned our creations into killer machines. Why should I believe that you wouldn't do the same again, especially since there's a new establishment?''

''Isn't it obvious, Henry?'' William asked, now a little frustrated. ''Why should I do that if I have no intention of killing anyone?''

''William, I simply cannot trust you,'' Henry told him. ''You have a long history of manipulation and lies. Nothing can change that and I'm certainly not taking any chances.''

''Of course you wouldn't,'' William muttered, with Henry giving him a cold look. William sighed, continuing in a quiet tone, ''Aside from that, I also got the opportunity to see my family again, and all I want is to talk to them.''

''It doesn't appear as if that is going to be enough,'' Henry remarked, with William shaking his head.

''I don't expect anything from them,'' he replied. ''After all, what I've done is unforgivable. Why should I even hope for any forgiveness?''

''Then, what do you hope for?'' Henry asked. William just stared at him, giving him a blank look which made him feel rather unnerved.

''Aside from that, I still have to deal with Connor,'' William carried on, as if nothing had happened. He frowned. ''I don't believe that he's gone for good. Nevertheless, I know what I'm going to do in case I run into him again.''

''What is going to happen afterwards?'' Henry asked him. William fell silent, clenching his fist. Henry's eyes narrowed, expecting him to act aggressive again. However, to his surprise, William remained calm.

''Nothing,'' he replied, leaving Henry confused.

''William, what are you-''

''Say, how do you enter and leave this place?'' William cut him off, completely ignoring the stunned look Henry gave him due to the sudden change of topic. ''I know that you need to be dead and get invited in some way to be here, but I've have never really figured out the specifics.''

Henry just shook his head.

''The reason why you're unable to go anywhere is because you're trapped inside that animatronic suit,'' he replied. ''I thought that you would've figured that out already, considering how you called yourself a genius.''

William snorted.

''I have already assumed that my current condition was the reason why I was unable to do anything,'' he replied. ''As you had said, I am a genius. However, I do need some time to figure things out.''

''That's what I'm afraid of the most,'' Henry said in a quiet tone. ''You're searching for ways to break the system and in that process, you're causing everyone, and yourself, unimaginable suffering.''

''Isn't that why we're here, Henry? Life doesn't exist without suffering and, as it seems, experiencing death doesn't mean that the suffering is going to stop,'' William replied, briefly glancing at Henry as he turned towards the main entrance. ''However, as you have stated, I brought it upon myself. So, why should that matter?''

''It matters because you're hurting innocent people,'' Henry told him angrily.

However, his anger was replaced by a feeling of uneasiness as he saw William's expression. He was giving him a cold and calculating look, his dark eyes being blank and dead. There was something about the way he observed Henry, something predatory, as if he knew something that Henry didn't. It felt as if he was the one in control of this situation.

Henry felt a pit in his stomach. He knew that something had changed during this conversation and he feared that William may have snapped once again. However, instead of being aggressive, he was unnervingly calm. Had he been smiling, Henry would've thought that William was making plans for murdering his next victim. This was the kind of reaction Henry had feared to see, but it also had confirmed what he had assumed.

No matter what you say, I know what kind of monster hides behind that mask.

''I believe that this conversation is over,'' William said, his hand on the door knob. Henry clenched his fist, wanting to protest, but at this point, he knew that he couldn't do much. It was incredibly frustrating to know that there was no way to stop this monster.

''End communication.''

xXx

Sam couldn't breathe. Everything around her was dark and she was unable to move. She tried to scream, but it felt as if someone was crushing her head. She attempted to open her eyes, but something had been pressing down on her head, pinning her to her bed. Then, she heard what sounded like a cry of agony.

She gasped and opened her eyes, but she still couldn't move. She felt completely paralyzed, with fear surging through her body. She wanted to get up and run from whatever was causing her this, but there was nothing she could do. She was completely helpless, aware that someone was watching her. Those eyes that were glowing in the dark were haunting her, and she knew that they would never leave her alone. There was a monster hiding there, in the closet, under the bed, in the dark hallways; stalking her and preying upon her.

She couldn't let that happen. Even though the fear and horror overwhelmed her, there was still something in her mind, a lucid voice that was telling her that this was all just a nightmare and that she needed to wake up from it before it consumed her.

This is not real… She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the fear she felt. This is sleep paralysis, it'll stop. I need to move.

However, despite being aware of what was going on, the terror she felt slowly consumed her. She knew that something was wrong, as this wasn't normal. She didn't understand why she was feeling like this, though.

''No…''

Sam opened her eyes again as she heard someone gasping and managed to sit up on her bed. She was taking deep breaths, feeling tears flowing down her cheeks. She wiped them away.

Why am I crying?

Panic and terror filled her, and she felt her heart racing. She got up and looked around her room, shaking in fear, even though there was nothing that was chasing her or posing a threat to her.

What is going on? What is happening to me?!

Without thinking, she went to the door and hurried down the corridor, opening the door that led into Springtrap's room. However, her vision suddenly blurred as she saw splatters of black and red, with a towering figure looming in the corner of the room, the only thing visible being the rows of sharp teeth and the figure's glowing red eyes. She gasped, breaking down as she fell on her knees, her eyes closed and her hands pressed against her ears.

''Everything will be over soon…''

Sam almost screamed when she felt someone grabbing her, only to look up and see Springtrap crouching next to her and staring at her with a look of concern on his expression.

''Sam, what's wrong?'' he asked. All Springtrap knew was that Sam had suddenly entered his room and then gave him a frightened look, seemingly unable to recognize him. Not to mention, she was also crying and she was a complete mess overall. ''What happened?''

''I don't know,'' Sam replied, trying to wipe her tears. ''I couldn't move, and I think that someone was watching me.''

''What?'' Springtrap stared at her, stunned. Sam wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath.

''It was just a nightmare, although, it did feel as if I was slowly losing my mind,'' she added, leaning against Springtrap for comfort. ''I mean, I think I was starting to hallucinate stuff. It was pretty scary.''

''It'll be okay,'' Springtrap told her as he hugged her. ''You're safe here, don't worry.''

Sam nodded, calming down a little and feeling completely exhausted. However, every time she closed her eyes, she still saw that demonic figure staring back at her. She felt a pit in her stomach as she realized who that demonic figure actually was and shuddered.

''Sam?''

Sam glanced at Springtrap, noticing his eyes glowing in a faint purple, with a worried look on his expression. She shook her head and just leaned against his chest, looking rather uncomfortable and upset. Springtrap had a bad feeling about this. Despite trying to help her, he felt a anxious. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but after seeing her expression, he didn't. Something told him that whatever he told her, it wouldn't help her at all.

This feels wrong…

xXx

Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She then knocked on the door, waiting nervously for a response. After all, one of the employees told her that the manager was at the office, even though he was visibly confused about why Sam wanted to speak to Kylie. She didn't tell him anything, but walked right past him towards the office.

This'll be a long day, Sam thought.

In her mind, she was still lying on her bed in her room, completely paralyzed. It was a rather scary experience and even after she came back to her senses, she couldn't shake off the feeling that things haven't returned to normal yet. It didn't help that she saw once again a demonic version of Springtrap just as he glanced at her while leaving her room. It freaked her out, but she managed to calm down after telling herself that it was just a hallucination, one she probably had due to being exhausted and having nightmares. However, it didn't help that Springtrap gave her this strange look, as if he seemed to be aware of what was wrong.

''Come in!''

Sam sighed and opened the door, noticing Kylie looking up and giving her a look of surprise. Sam was aware that her boss didn't expect her to be here, especially since she sent Kylie a report via e-mail this morning. Nevertheless, Sam felt that she needed to also make a report in person.

''Oh, hello,'' Kylie greeted her. ''Is there anything you need?''

''I-'' Sam was aware that this was probably a stupid idea, but she was determined to go through with it. ''I-I hope you got my report.''

''Yes, I did, and I have read it and gave you an answer,'' Kylie said, giving Sam a questioning look. ''Is something wrong? Do you want to quit?''

''N-No…'' Sam muttered, with Kylie giving her a curious look.

''You know, I'll understand if you're uncomfortable with watching over the animatronics during the night,'' Kylie told her. ''It can get rather scary…''

''No,'' Sam replied, this time in a more determined tone. ''Honestly, I'm fine with the work I've been given and I want to continue with it. I really don't mind being around animatronics, either.''

''Well, I'm not surprised about that,'' Kylie replied. ''You have no trouble being around your animatronic bunny companion, but I assume that it was quite a shock when you met him for the first time.''

''It kind of was,'' Sam said, remembering her and Springtrap's first encounter. ''Speaking of which, I am a bit confused that you didn't really question his appearance.''

''To be honest, it was a bit surprising to meet him, but something I have learned while being here is that I should be prepared for any weirdness that might occur,'' Kylie replied casually. She then smiled, continuing in a pleasant tone, ''Of course, unless there's something important you'd want to tell me about your animatronic friend. I'd be interested to learn more, especially given his curious origins.''

''N-No, there's nothing to say about him,'' Sam replied, a little flustered, then lowered her head. ''I-I just wanted to apologize again for what had happened. I honestly didn't mean to cause any trouble.''

''Don't worry about that,'' Kylie replied, with Sam giving her a nervous look. ''I'm just glad that I have someone to keep an eye on the animatronics, especially considering how I couldn't find anyone else who was willing to take the job.''

''As I said, I don't mind being here at night,'' Sam told her in a confident tone. ''I'll try to figure out what's wrong with the animatronics.''

Kylie stared at Sam with a curious look on her expression, with Sam wondering what was going through her head. After a moment of silence, Kylie nodded.

''I will send you the instructions for tonight to your e-mail,'' she said. ''Also, you don't have to come here and make reports in person. Sending me a simple message is enough.''

''Okay,'' Sam replied, turning towards the door and opening it, then turned briefly back to Kylie. ''Thank you.''

She then left, closing the door behind her. Rest assured, Kylie had noticed the look of relief on Sam's expression. While she knew that hiring Sam out of the blue was a rash decisions, especially given the circumstances, she felt that she should at least give her a chance. After all, the situation was quite unusual, but considering that Sam entered the place willingly, she decided to see how this would play out. Not to mention, if something went wrong, she knew exactly who'd be to blame, as she made sure she had herself covered.

I do wonder how this will turn out… It's still too early for any conclusions, though…

xXx

Springtrap observed Sam sighing and rubbing her temple. She seemed to have a headache and was silent for most of the day. Even Emma was wondering what was wrong, with Springtrap having to explain her that Sam ended up in a state of sleep paralysis and went over to him for help once she had managed to move again.

''You should've come to me,'' Emma said.

''I didn't really want to wake you up,'' Sam replied. ''Besides, Springtrap is always awake. Not to mention, I didn't really think that it was a big issue.''

''I wouldn't be so sure,'' Emma told her, exchanging glances with Springtrap. While she was worried, she seemed to have accepted the explanation and didn't pursue the matter. Nevertheless, while the sleep paralysis was an obvious issue, Springtrap knew that there was a lot more behind it.

''Sam, are you okay?'' he asked her. Sam gave him a strange look, staring at him, looking a bit fearful, but then smiled tiredly.

''More or less,'' she replied, glancing back at her laptop.

Springtrap's ears lowered, with him feeling bad for her. While Sam didn't talk about it, he had figured that, considering the look she gave him and how she felt that someone was observing her, that something had happened and that she may have been suffering from hallucinations. He didn't ask her about it, but he knew that he'd have to bring up that topic eventually.

''You know that, if there's anything troubling you, you can talk to me about it,'' he told her.

Sam glanced back at him, smiling, but her smile soon faded. Her vision blurred briefly and instead of seeing the fluffy bunny animatronic who'd comfort her whenever she was upset, she saw a more demonic version of her friend.

This Springtrap had a tattered suit with splotches of dark dry blood covering it and half of his right ear being ripped. Sam could also see the organs and flesh interwoven with the endoskeleton. He also had sharp teeth, with a streak of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth and he also had sharp claws. His eyes were pale, almost white, but would at times glow in a bright red. He would twitch at times, as if glitching, and whenever he opened his mouth, she saw a mummified head hiding behind the mask, with the head giving her a look of horror, his mouth wide and frozen in the middle of a silent scream.

As he reached for her, Sam recoiled a little, staring at the clawed hand, the fingertips being covered in blood that hasn't dried yet. She tried to ignore it, forcing herself to smile. She knew that this was just a hallucination, but if it were anyone else, they would scream their head off and try to run away as far as possible, or at least try to find a way to set this monstrosity on fire. The hallucination didn't last long, with Springtrap quickly withdrawing and giving her a worried look.

''We can talk about this at Freddy's,'' she told him calmly, focusing back on the story she was reading on her laptop.

Springtrap wanted to say something, but didn't. He felt crestfallen, wondering what exactly Sam had seen. He wanted to help her, but he knew that his very presence probably made the situation even worse.

xXx

''Hello, hello? Honestly, I am quite glad that you had decided to return for another night. I know that this is what we had agreed to, but I was used to the fact that people dislike the idea of working with the animatronics while they're alone. Nevertheless, I am a little torn between hoping that it would be another calm night and having something happen. After all, you said that you would figure out what was wrong with the animatronics, but the best outcome would be having them do nothing while you're here. Whatever happens, I wish you luck and I hope to hear from you tomorrow. Goodbye!''

''Sounds like things have gotten a bit better between you and Anthelm,'' Springtrap muttered as he and Sam listened to Kylie's message. Sam nodded, glancing at him and giving him a nervous look, only to force a smile.

''Yeah, I'm glad about it,'' she said absent-mindedly. Springtrap shook his head.

''Sam, what's going on?'' he asked her. ''I know that you're having some kind of hallucination. You're trying to hide it, but you look rather freaked out.''

''You're right about the hallucination part and honestly, I'd probably would've ran away screaming if it weren't for the fact that I decided to ignore the hallucination,'' Sam replied, leaning against the seat, with Springtrap sitting across her.

''So, what kind of hallucination was it?'' he asked her curiously.

''It was you, or rather, a nightmarish version of you,'' Sam replied. ''Every time I'd look at you, you'd suddenly turn into some kind of demonic animatronic, talking to me in a deep, dark and raspy tone. You looked kind of similar to the Nightmare Animatronics if they had a still rotting corpse inside them and were covered in blood.''

''That's quite a disturbing sight,'' Springtrap muttered, his ears lowered. ''I'm sorry that you had to experience that.''

''Don't worry, I'm managing it,'' Sam replied. ''I mean, it's not like it's your fault that I'm having hallucinations.''

''No, it is my fault,'' Springtrap told her. ''You see, Henry and Sammy payed me a visit last night. However, Sammy left before I even had the chance to talk to him.''

''So, you want to say that he was the one who caused me to have those hallucinations?'' Sam asked.

''Probably,'' Springtrap replied. ''Although, I assume that it isn't much of a hallucination as much as it is how he sees me; as a monster or a demon, and he isn't wrong.'' He frowned, sighing. ''Not to mention, Henry also reminded me why I wasn't welcome anywhere. However, that won't to stop me from going along with what I had in mind.'' He glanced back at Sam, who had a blank look on her expression. ''We also have to figure out what to do about your hallucinations.''

''I'll be fine,'' Sam replied, only to close her eyes and shake her head, hoping that the hallucination would fade away. As she opened them, she gave him a determined look. ''Demon or not, I'm not going to let myself be consumed by a literal nightmare.''

''Even if you're confident that you can handle it, it does seem to put a mental strain on you,'' Springtrap told her in a worried tone. Sam looked down, frowning. While she obviously wanted to protest, she knew that Springtrap was right, as she still felt tired. ''Still, you aren't the only one who is trying to figure out how to handle the situation.''

He remembered the disturbed look Henry gave him just before they had parted ways. It was clear to him that Henry was afraid of what would happen if he decided to indulge in his bloodlust and the way he had behaved the last night, it was clear that, as much as he tried to show that he had changed, there would always be a part of him that was a danger to everyone else.

Nevertheless, whether I am going to go on a murder spree or not is still my decision. I am still in control of myself, even if I'm not a human anymore.

''You know, I don't think that Sammy did this intentionally,'' Sam told him, with Springtrap giving her a curious look. ''Those hallucinations, they may have just been accidentally triggered by Sammy's past trauma. If anything, if they were on purpose, wouldn't Sammy try to tell me why he had done that?''

''That is possible, but it doesn't change the fact that you're now stuck seeing me as some kind of demonic entity,'' Springtrap told her. ''The fact that you're forcing yourself to smile through that whole thing is also quite disturbing.''

''Maybe it is,'' Sam muttered, then looked back at Springtrap, with the grinning hallucination of him fading and her seeing her worried friend. ''However, I am not-''

She cut herself off when she suddenly heard a strange sound. Both she and Springtrap turned around, looking towards the prize corner, where the sound was coming from. Springtrap frowned.

''I knew I had heard something yesterday,'' he muttered.

Both he and Sam got up, going towards the prize corner where Puppet was, still hidden in the box. As they came closer, they heard the tune of the music box, realizing that it had stopped playing My Grandfather's Clock and switched over to Pop Goes The Weasel. Usually, the tune change would happen whenever someone was about to receive a prize from Puppet, meaning there was no reason for why it would switch now.

''Is it possible that the music box is broken?'' Sam muttered, exchanging glances with Springtrap.

Suddenly, the music stopped, with My Grandfather's Clock playing again. The two waited for a bit, only for the music suddenly change again to Pop Goes The Weasel. This time, the switch happened much faster and more aggressive, as if someone was deliberately changing the music.

Then, the music stopped, the music box having winded down, with Sam and Springtrap anxiously anticipating what would happen next. Both stared when Puppet suddenly sprung out of the box, bouncing thanks to the strings that held her tied to the metal plates above her and giving both of them a wide, cheerful smile. However, rather than enjoying the little show, both Sam and Springtrap felt unnerved, with Springtrap staring at Puppet, then glancing back at the animatronics on the stage.

What is going on?

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LET ME EXPLAIN FROG FUTURE AU TO YOU ALL. Basically it's an AU in the future surrounded around Sashannarcy's future child, her name is Sam 🤩 And she has two best friends, who find themselves in a bit of a pickle.

⬆️Sam uses she/they pronouns and they're Omnisexual! Now personality wise she's very chaotic, think of younger Eda. She's actually pretty smart, but let's her emotions get the better of her and cloud her judgment, causing to sometimes act impulsively. She isn't afraid to speak her mind though!

Next up we have Molly! (Big thanks to @bunnibee513 for naming her!) Molly is actually trans and uses she/her pronouns, she is also lesbian! She's the mom friend of their trio, she's a very calm and collected person. Yet she's afraid of hurting people's feelings, and sometimes she takes on more then she can chew. She's extremely loyal to people she's close to and puts others before herself. She's just such a sweetheart and I love her! She's also Terri's future child!

Next we have Cecilia! (Lol ignore the second picture 😝) Uses she/him pronouns, and is deminsexual. He jokingly bullies her friends (don't worry isn't full on mean she knows what lines not to cross) it's his way of showing that she trusts them and loves them. Now even though she'll jokingly be mean to her friends, he's actually very nice and respectful towards new people. He actually closes himself off to new people a lot, she has a huge fear of rejection!

Now don't worry, they actually have a good friendship! Their way better then pre-calamity trio was lol. They also have these super ugly neon colored friendship bracelets they all made when they were little, and just decided to never take off 😭😭😭 They're all just so aksueueirk and I love them so much! Anyways, I think it's time we start talking about a bit of the plot for this au.

So it starts off with Sam, they're having a normal day. When they suddenly start hearing voices inside her head, and y'know instead of going to her mom who has a psych degree she decides that they can handle the problem herself, cause she doesn't want to bother anyone. So they decide to go to their basement (or attic still don't know) and she's looking around when she stumbles upon Marcy's old journal. (I'll explain the journal later) but anyways, they read all this stuff about what happened in amphibia, and eventually gets to a part about the core. Who's voices are at this point literally screaming at her to go amphibia (or something still not sure) so she goes to her two best friends. And when they all meet up they're all walking around when they see a music box, almost identical to the one in the journal. So they decide in the heat of the moment, 'hey let's go to another world!' And they buy the music box. Sam tells her friends that they don't have to go with her but they both insist, and decide to meet up later to see if the box even works. Anyways she's back home getting stuff ready, and their parents find out. Now Marcy, Anne, and Sasha obviously don't want her to go because, WELL WATCH THE SHOW AND YOU'LL SEE WHY! but anyways they go back and fourth on this, and during this the core is once again screaming so due to everything, she kinda just snaps and runs off. So they meet their friends, and she's like "WE NEED TO USE THE BOX NOW" and they do and boom they're in another world. (Amphibia)

Now let me explain the journal, since this is an AU Anne gives Marcy her journal back, which has some pages left, because right after Anne left earth she stopped writing in it. So Marcy decides to take over and she gets to the part where the crew believes that they're done with the core and king Andrias. And she runs out of pages but just shrugs it off saying that she'll get another notebook to finish it. (Spoiler alert she never does.) So in Sam eyes, it seems like 'oh, they had access to the box, but probably decided to stop using it and hide it' so obviously this causes a bit of a rift with Sam and her moms. And the core isn't helping with that, but yeah, that's basically it! Sorry if I bore you guys with this lol I just love this AU! If you have any questions FEEL FREE TO ASK I STILL HAVE A BUNCH MORE I LEFT OUT, SO I'LL PROBABLY HAVE ANSWERS TO THEM!! but yeah that's frog future au 🤩

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