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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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'Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader

Summary: A visit to the doctors was only supposed to bring good health, not jealousy.

Warnings: dislocated ankle, tripping, swearing, jealous tara...?, bad writing, not proof-read

Words: 6.634k (ik.)

A/N: i fucking suck at summary's. but on a happier note i've finished all my exams, yay. my enthusiasm can clearly be detected. my first shift at a new job is tomorrow and i am shitting dicks from nerves, it's at a icecream shop but that doesn't make me less nervous rvkjnoxnoa. anyway, hope you enjoy this!!<33

part II

“It cannot be topped. The Babadook is top tier and nothing will change my mind.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned your head to look at Tara, raising your eyebrows slightly. “You’re such a snob when it comes to horror it’s unreal.” Tara gave you a fake hurt look at your comment, you could tell she’s faking it since the girl has a small smile on her pink lips.

“How am I a snob just because I enjoy horror movies that aren’t teens getting killed at a camp that has some cheesy name like ‘Camp Cover.’”

“Don’t you dare disrespect Friday the Thirteenth or Sleepaway Camp like that!”

Throughout your and Tara’s walk around Central Park the topic of horror movies has been one the two of you debating on. You taking the side of defending slashers meanwhile Tara taking the side that elevated horror is much better.

Did you expect your peaceful walk with your crush best friend would turn into a horror movie debate? No, but it didn’t surprise you either. In fact horror is what made you and Tara even become friends.

You had been at a party and after a while it had died down and you ended up with a group of people sitting in the living room putting on a horror movie. After a few arguments on what to put on everyone decided to simply put on the latest Halloween movie, Halloween Ends.

You weren’t particularly enjoying the film much and ended up chatting with a girl named Anika while the movie played. At the halfway mark of the movie a poor drunken soul asked a question that ended up turning into a full on debate in the group.

“Who would win in a fight, Micheal or Jason?”

Almost immediately after the person uttered those words people started voicing their opinions.

“Micheal obviously, he’s been in the game longer than Jason.”

“Micheal. Literally nothing kills him meanwhile Jason has been killed a shit ton of times.”

“Jason is a mommy’s boy who didn’t even show up till the second movie. Definitely Micheal.”

You were alarmed with the amount of comments made slamming Jason, so naturally you went to defend him. Your strongest argument was the fact Jason was factually stronger than Micheal, something everyone had to accept.

“Sure Micheal did crush someone's skull with his boot in the twenty eighteen Halloween, but in Jason Takes Manhattan Jason literally punched a guy's head off. Jason would destroy Micheal.”

You knew you were on the right side since even horror nerd Mindy agreed with you before going on a much longer speech.

Not long after Mindy had finished her speech most had either gotten bored and left or decided to head home anyway. but a small group of you still stayed to finish the movie, one of those people being Tara.

“I bet Mindy’s glad somebody else agreed with her.” Was the first words Tara ever said to you. To which you replied with. “I’m just surprised how many people underestimate Jason.”

And the rest is history.

You became closer with Tara and all of her friends and after a few months even snagged the ‘best friend’ title, but it only took you a few weeks for Tara to snag the ‘crush’ title for you, something you’d take to the grave.

On this particular sunny day Tara has begged you to join her for a walk, in the beginning you declined since it’s boiling and would’ve much preferred to stay inside in your room reading. Unfortunately for you, you and Tara both know you can’t say no to her.

That’s how you and Tara ended up walking around Central Park talking about random things until the topic of horror movies came up.

Tara rolled her eyes as she shook her head in amusement, staring up at you as the two of you walked. “Alright then, what’s your top three horror movies then?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow, her smile turning into a playful one.

“Easy. You’re Next, My Bloody Valentine and,” You pursed your lips as you tried to think of your third favourite names such as Bride of Chucky, Ready or Not, Stab, Evil Dead, Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth swirled in your mind until one particular movie landed in your mind.

“Hush.” You finally added with a confident smile, taking a few extra steps in front of Tara as you turned your entire body to face her, walking backwards. “You’re Next has one of the best female leads who fights fucking back and even kills the douchebag brother with a blender. Iconic. My Bloody Valentine is easily one of the best horror movies that came out in the eighties, tied with Sleepaway Camp and The Thing. For the eighties the gore is insanely well done and its plot and acting is just spectacular.”

You took a second to catch your breath before you began to talk about your final favourite horror movie.

“Hush is one of the most underrated horror movies in history, don’t even try to change my opinion on that.” Tara lets out a small giggle that makes your heart skip a beat at the angelic sound. “Its plot is downright scary and the acting by Kate Siegel is truly out of this world for this role of Maddie. An intense movie that in my opinion was one of the best one of that year.”

As you carried on talking the more engorged you got into the topic meaning you simply got even more excited like a puppy getting a treat. Your smile at its best as you walked with a slight bounce, your eyes focused on Tara’s dark chocolate brown ones.

“Honourable mentions are definitely the classics such as Halloween, Stab, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Friday the Thirteenth and Nightmare on Elm Street. Without a doubt each movie holds one of the most infamous horror villains ever made. Micheal Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Kruger. Even if you don’t like horror you still would know those names.”

Just as you finished your sentence you went to turn back around to actually look where you’re walking, you spun around quickly as you tried taking a step forward. Apparently your pain couldn’t handle the simple task which inevitably ended up with you falling to the ground, landing on your ankle funny.

You groaned as you could feel the harsh pain in your left ankle already, looking down at your legs before you turned to look for Tara who is crouched next to you already, a worried look on her face.

“Are you alright?” She asked in a rushed tone as she looked you up and down, a small frown tugging at her lips. The small crease between her brows told you she’s worried, one hand behind your neck and the other on your side confirming that thought.

You give a stiff nod as you push yourself up with your arms, biting at your bottom lip to not let out a strangled yell at the pain radiating from your ankle at the movement. “Peachy.” You mumbled through clenched teeth as you give her a non-convincing smile.

The brunette gives you a ‘are you being serious’ look as she swiftly moves one of her hands to grab yours, the feeling of her hand in yours erupting butterflies to go off in your stomach.

Not the time to have a gay panic, you mentally yell at yourself.

“It’s just a scrape, Tar.” You reassured as you manoeuvred your right leg to try to stand up, Tara swiftly stood up herself as her grip on your hand only tightened. The second you moved your left foot the pain increased, you bit at your bottom lip roughly to stop yourself from screaming.

Deciding to simply fight through the pain you placed your right foot flatly on the ground, ready to stand up. You look at Tara who looked down at you with an even more worried expression than before.

“Help me up?” You asked which she did, she began pulling you up slowly until you had to place your left foot flat on the ground to stand up, deciding to bite the bullet your roughly moved your foot to place it flat.

The second you felt your left foot make contact with the ground you stood up quickly, tears swelling up in your eyes at the immense pain radiating from your ankle.

“Y/n I don’t think it’s just a scrape.” The worried Tara announced as she took a step closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

You smiled softly at her as you shook your head ‘no’. “Alright then a bruise, which is still manageable.” Tara gave you a pointed look as she gazed into your eyes, her soft dark brown eyes making your knees feel weak.

“I don’t believe you.” She states.

“I’m fine. I swear, T.” You replied as you squeezed her hand in reassurances, trying to ignore the horrible pain in your ankle. You didn’t want to worry the girl even further.

The smaller girl insists on a silent staring content as she challenges you, if you back down that means she’s right and you’re wrong, if she backs down that means she’ll drop it for now. Your gaze never breaks as your eyes bore into hers, an eyebrow raised challengingly.

Tara shows no sign of backing down either with her own brows raised as she stares at you, her lips pulled into a straight tight line. The deadpan glare really reminding you of Sam.

The pain from the ankle radiated higher up the leg with much more fierce pain which forced you to hold back a whimper at the pain, at the feeling of pain you relent and back down from the contest, breaking eye contact first.

“Fine, you win.” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest like a child losing a game. Tara’s grins smugly as she sticks out her tongue to get all the glory possibly at the small win. “I knew I’d win.” Tara says her tone dripping with smugness, oh the things you’d do to wipe that grin off her face.

Luckily you didn’t have to do anything since Tara’s eyes suddenly widened as if she just remembered why she was competing in the first place. “Shit your leg.” She mumbles mostly to herself as the worried look replaces the one of victory.

The brunette glances around the park and notices a bench not too far away from you two. You watch as she mutely nodded her head to herself as she planned a plan in her mind, her head turning back towards you a few moments later.

“I’m gonna carry you to the bench and then I’ll check your ankle.” Tara explained as she took a few short steps closer until she’s invading your personal space. You give the Carpenter girl an amused smile. “Okay then Doctor Carpenter how are you planning to carry me over when I’m literally taller than you.”

“I could carry you if I wanted to.” She remarks as an offended look appears on her face, her own arms folding over her stomach. You rolled your eyes as you let out a huff, without much more explanation you wrapped an arm around Tara’s shoulder, pulling her in.

Ignoring the sudden warmth you feel in your cheeks you raise your left foot off the ground, using Tara to lean on. “C’mon,” You mumble as you begin to hop forward with your right foot. Tara immediately complies and begins walking with you, her own arm tightly wrapped around your waist, her free hand raised to hold your hand which dangled off her shoulder, something that most definitely didn’t help the blush on your cheeks.

Damn your gayness.

After a handful of grunts, a few stops and a thousand “Are you okay?” from Tara the two of you reached the bench, Tara making sure to lower you down slowly.

Sitting down you could feel the throbbing pain in your ankle as if it had another heartbeat there. Clenching your jaw you look at Tara who is kneeling in front of you, one hand on your calf and the other near your left foot.

“I’m going to take off your shoe okay, I promise I’ll try my best not to hurt you.” Tara affirmed softly as her eyes gazed up into yours not trusting your voice you gave her a curt nod signalling her to go ahead.

As she untied your shoe laces you began to loathe your past self for deciding to wear converses. Every small movement she did the pain only intensified making you flinch or let out a pained moan.

“Sorry,” Tara apologised as she began to take off the shoe. The throbbing pain in your ankle only got worse, you raised your hand and bit at your knuckle harshly as Tara kept apologising as she took the shoe off.

The second your foot was without a shoe you could feel a slight relief but the pain didn’t change much. “Jesus Christ.” Tara gasped as her delicate fingers gently wrapped around your calf. You let out a humourless chuckle as you looked down at Tara and your swollen ankle. Your ankle had already began to swollen as a nasty dark purple began tainting the skin around it, you grimaced at the sight of your fucked up ankle.

“Maybe it isn’t that bad?”

_________

“-severely dislocated ankle.”

So it was as bad as it looked.

You sighed as you glanced over at Tara who is standing next to you paying much more to what the nurse said than you. Her worried look hadn’t slipped away for a second ever since Sam dropped you two off at the hospital, in fact you’d say it’s probably even gotten worse.

The older Carpenter sister couldn’t come in with you two since she had a shift at the bar she worked at.

“You’ll be given crutches to help you keep weight off the ankle as well as an ankle brace that you’ll have to wear for a few weeks. Medication will also need to be taken three times a day with each meal.” The nurse listed off in the most montoned voice you’d ever hear, seriously, it competes with Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator.

You nod your head weakly as Tara nods her head curtly, an appreciative smile forming on her lips. “I’ll make sure she takes them, thank you.”

The nurse mumbles something under her lips before turning to glare at you, her blue dull eyes void of any emotion. “The doctor will be here in a minute to give you some painkillers to ease the pain.”

“Okay, thanks.” You replied with a small smile, the old nurse glare got even colder before she abruptly turned her back and walked away. You sigh dramatically as you lean your head even further on the thin hospital pillows, looking over at Tara who’s already right by your side.

“I can’t believe you got so excited over horror movies you sprained your ankle, that is more nerdy than Mindy.” She teased in a playful tone as she slightly leaned on the side railings of the bed, her eyes focused on your face. You could tell she’s trying her best to try to find humour in the situation rather than turning into a worried mess.

You let out a laugh of disbelief at that smirk toying at your lips. “I could’ve cosplayed as Jason and broken my arm over getting so excited and that still wouldn’t be enough to beat Mindy.” You retort in the same playful tone as you pushed yourself further up on the bed, flinching at the pain radiating from your ankle at the movement.

“Once you’ve gotten your painkillers we can leave, we’ll just stop by my apartment so I can get a few things then go to yours.” Tara declared as her hand moved to lay on top of yours, her warm hand warming up your cold one.

You tilted your head to the side like a confused puppy at her words. “What do you need from your apartment?” You asked, flipping your hand over so you could lace your fingers with Tara’s.

Tara’s eyes averted from yours and flickered down to your linked hands, the tip of her ears turning red at the contact, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope at her reaction. The brunette stared at your hands for a few moments as if she had completely forgotten you asked her a question.

You smirked as you gave her hand a squeeze making her eyes snap back to yours straightaway with an embarrassed smile on her face as she let out a dry cough. “What?” She stuttered out.

“What do you need from your apartment?” You repeated for her sake, the smirk never leaving your lips. “To get some spare clothes, charger, headphones and my spare inhaler.”

“I already have a spare inhaler at my apartment.” You say right after she mentioned the spare inhaler. Tara’s eyes softened even more at that, her nervous smile turning back into that sweet smile that made your heart beat increase.

Something you became incredibly aware of as the monitor to your heart started becoming louder and more frequent.

“Really?” She asks as her eyes flicker over to the monitor before coming back to you. You nodded your head. “Yeah just in case of an emergency or you’d forgotten yours at home.” You answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Before Tara could reply, heavy footsteps are heard walking towards the two of you, both of you snapped your head towards the noise and that’s where you see the second most gorgeous human being on earth.

(Tara obviously being first)

The doctor had long black hair that reached a few inches below her shoulders, her eyes a dark brown colour that almost looked black. The woman looks around thirty years old, one or two barely noticeable wrinkles on her face. With or without she had your gay heart speeding at the sight of her.

She strutted closer to the two of you with a warm smile on her lips with a clipboard in the clutches of her right hand. “Y/n L/n?” The doctor asked in a raspy voice that told you she’s most definitely smoked a handful of times in her life, the thought somehow made the woman even hotter to you.

“Yes.” You stuttered out, starstruck at the pure beauty of this woman. She flashed a grin as she started to prepare the IV for you. “I’m Doctor Edwards and I’m going to give you some painkillers to ease the pain, is that okay with you?” She confirmed which you could only dumbly nod at.

The older woman let out a low laugh at your reaction which made heat rise to your cheeks at the sound. Jesus who knew older women had such an effect on you?

A tight grip on your hand made you let out a low whine as you turned to look to your side to see a not so happy looking Tara Carpenter. Her smile had completely vanished and her soft looking lips pulled into a tight line.

“You okay?” You whispered to Tara bringing her glaring eyes away from the doctor and to look at you. She replied in a curt nod as her features slightly softened at the sight of you.

Before you could reply you felt a cold hand graze across your elbow, firm fingers taking a tight yet somehow soft grip on it. You turned to look back at the Doctor Edwards who is now closer as she prepared to insert the needle attached to the IV full of fentanyl in you.

“This might feel a bit uncomfortable honey.” She told you as her eyes glanced towards yours, your heart monitor frantically picking up at the fact this practical milf just called you ‘honey’. The dark haired woman smiled reassuringly at you as she positioned the needle at the top of your forearm. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Okay, thank you.” You croaked out as the grip in your and Tara’s interlocked hands got even tighter. This time you squeezed back as you felt the needle start to stab into your skin, you’d never been a fan of needles.

“You’re doing so good for me honey.” Doctor Edwards encouraged in a honey sweet voice that would attract bees.

God is she trying to kill me, you thought to yourself.

After a few seconds you could feel something flow into your body which made you grimace at the feeling before you eventually relaxed as the pain instantly started to calm down in your ankle.

“All done.” You turned back to look at the doctor who took a step back moving to grab her clipboard and scribbled a few things down on the paper. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to see how you are and then you’ll be good to go.”

“Thank you so much.” You replied as you gave her a smile, the painkillers coursing through your veins soothing you. She looked at Tara and gave the grumpy looking girl a smile before she took off to deal with other patients.

You sighed in relief.

“So unprofessional.” Tara mumbled next to you in a low voice.

Your brows furrowed together as you turned to look at her, that annoyed look still on her face. “How was she unprofessional? She was lovely and gave me sweet drugs to ease the pain, what’s not to love about her?” You defend as you look at her.

Tara scoffed as she dropped your grip and crossed her arms over her chest like an angry toddler being told ‘no’. “She was flirting with you. She’s the doctor and you’re the patient, that’s beyond unprofessional.” Tara argued back, dropping to sit down on the small one person blue chair next to your hospital bed.

You could already begin to feel the effects of the painkillers, must’ve been a high dosage, you thought. You cocked your head to the side as a teasing smile complimented on your lips. “If she was then I might ask for her number before we leave.”

“No!” Tara said a bit too loudly making you let out a giggle. Damn, how strong was the dosage?

“Why not? She’s the first woman in months to actually flirt with me.” You retorted as Tara’s stare hardened as her eyes glazed over to the doctor a few beds down talking to another patient in a leg cast.

Tara looked back over at you as she tried to think of a suitable reason why you should reject the apparent flirting doctor. You smirked as the silence filled up between Tara and you telling you that Tara didn’t have a solid reason for you to not ask the doctor out.

Your eyes slowly averted to the older woman who had a soothing smile on her lips as she talked to her patient, you could tell she actually cared for the people rather than just taking the job for money.

“I just don’t think you’d be a great match that’s all.” Tara’s voice piped up resulting in your eyes glancing back over to the sour looking girl. The strong painkillers already having an effect on you, boosting your confidence and lowering your care as a teasing smile emerges on your face.

“You didn’t even speak to her, how could you tell she isn’t good enough for me?” You pressed, wanting to get a bigger reaction from her. You’re no Emily Prentiss at reading people but even you suspect that Tara Carpenter seemed a little bit jealous.

The thought egged you on to try to get the green eyed monster to erupt in hopes of the girl maybe actually doing something rather than sit there seething with jealousy.

Tara shrugged her shoulders as she bit the inside of her cheek, a bad habit you’ve noticed she keeps doing when she’s either annoyed or stressed. She doesn’t give you a verbal answer as her eyes refuse to make contact with yours.

“Alright then,” You begin as your eyes gaze into Tara’s side profile, she glaring at the innocent wall rather than looking at you. “If she isn’t a good match for me, who would be then?”

“Anyone else.” Tara replied swiftly as her eyes maintained on the wall.

You nodded your head weakly to yourself, the teasing smirk still on your lips. “Anyone else?” You repeat her words as she hummed in agreement. “So do you think Quinn would be a good match for me then? Quinn has great humour, she’s a part of the friend group so you can trust her and she definitely knows how to please someone in bed.”

Tara still refused to look at you as she spat out her answer. “Quinn is a heartbreaker and prefers to have flings rather than stay in a relationship.”

“No Doctor Edwards and no Quinn, how about Sam then.” Tara’s head snapped to glare at you in such a fast movement it looked like she could get whiplash from it. She shook her head curtly. “No.” Is all she says in a low voice.

You let out a laugh as mischievousness swirled in your eyes as they locked with Tara’s dark brown ones. You bit at your lower lip for a second before speaking.

“Well who then? You?”

The annoyed glare on Tara’s face dropped as a stunned one supplanted it. Her eyes widened as her once tightly pulled together lips now relaxed, her dark chocolate eyes melting as they didn’t tear away from yours. A scarlet red hue of a blush accompanied her cheeks the longer you gazed into each other's eyes.

A lazy smile complimented your lips as you raised your eyebrows at the girl, silently asking her ‘Well?’. Tara stayed quiet. She didn’t nod her head, she didn’t shake her head either. All she did was gaze at you and your lazy grin.

Her mouth opened but no words were uttered, she looked like she’s mimicking a fish. Tara shut her mouth back closed and stayed like that for a few moments before she opened her mouth again, more prepared to say something this time.

“Are the painkillers working, Y/n?” Doctor Edwards interrupted as she appeared from thin air, standing next to Tara whose glare instantly focused on the doctor. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at Tara’s pissed off look as you turned to look at the older woman.

You smile loosely as you give an awkward thumbs up to her. “Superb, doc, now I understand why people like them so much.” She chuckled as she nodded her head stepping closer as she pulled the IV needle from your forearm, a small dot of blood appearing at where the needle once was.

You stared in awe as she moved to grab a cotton ball from her trey of medicine on the other side of the bed, pressing the ball against the blood before she taped it there with medical tape that made sure it stayed there.

She smiled kindly at you before she checked your vitals quickly, once done she took a few steps back to get a good view of you. “You’re good to go, Y/n. I’ll write you a prescription for your medicine and get you your crutches and then you can leave.”

You sighed in relief as you nodded your head giving her a thankful smile. “Thank you, I’m pretty sure you saved my life.”

She shook her head as a raspy laugh escaped the older woman’s lips. “I think that’s a little bit over the top but either way it was my pleasure.” Before you could reply a cough is heard from next to you.

You turn to look at Tara who is now standing up and much, much closer to you now. A fake sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face as she looks over at the doctor, her hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks for all your help doc but we should really get back home and make some dinner.” Tara says in an even more sweet voice that you just know is fake. Your eyes avert back to the doctor who has a smile on her lips as she looks between you and Tara.

She hums as she takes a singular step back. “Don’t worry honey I know you two just want to get home and get into bed together and sleep after such a stressful day. I’ll be back shortly with the crutches and prescription.” She promises as she turns on her heels and exits the room to do what she just said.

“Bitch.” Tara grumbled next to you as she glared at the woman walking away. Her fake smile vanished into thin air. You roll your eyes as you carefully push yourself to the edge of your bed, stiffly moving your legs off of the bed.

“There’s no signal inside the hospital. Do you wanna go outside and call Sam? She’s probably finishing her shift around now since we’ve been here for hours.” You asked her, as you moved your left leg back and forth steadily, sighing at not feeling much pain anymore due to the painkillers.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a second. Do not leave this bed.” Tara demands with a threatening point of her index finger that simply makes you giggle, raising your hands up with a goofy grin on your face. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Tara stares at you for a few moments before she hurriedly walks out of the room, taking her phone out of her pocket and already trying to call Sam. You didn’t look away at her retreating figure until she was fully out of your view, only then turning your head away.

“She has to be jealous, there’s no other explanation for her behaviour.” You tell yourself as you observe the seat Tara was sitting in a few minutes ago.

“Oh she’s practically the green eyed monster honey.” A voice says from behind you.

You jumped as you snapped your head to look in the direction of the voice to see Doctor Edwards standing there holding crutches and a small slip of paper. You sighed dramatically as you dropped your head.

“How the fuck do you move around so quietly? You’re like a cat.” The woman chuckles as she walks in front of you presenting you the crutches. You smile weakly at her as you take them, quickly putting your arms through the holes and gripping the grey handle.

Slowly, you push yourself up until you’re fully standing up, your left foot hovering off the ground as you bend your knee. “The older I get the quieter my steps become.” She replies stretching her arms to your sides ready to catch you in case you’d fall.

You smile bashfully at her as you steadied your stance. “Well you don’t look a day over twenty five.” You compliment her, your voice coming out much stronger and confident that you anticipated.

These painkillers are really having a toll on me.

“I think the drugs are really starting to hit you now, sugar.” She says as if she heard your thoughts, her eyes glanced away from yours to behind you for a second before they smoothly returned to yours.

The older woman leans closer until her mouth is not too far away from your ear, in a whisper she says. “Tell her the truth.” You quickly put the pieces together and guess what she’s talking about. “What if she doesn’t like me back?” You questioned worriedly in a whisper.

She lets out a low chuckle as she pulls away looking behind you once again but for longer this time. “I know the look of love as well as I know the look of jealousy, dear.” You turn to look at what the older woman is already glancing at; not surprisingly you see a proper pissed off looking Tara near the doorway.

You smile happily at Tara as you retrieve the prescription from the doctor’s hand, gripping it in your non-dominant hand. Glancing back at the woman she steps aside gifting you a soft smile. You wordlessly nod at her before wobbling over to Tara, grunting at every hop you took with the crutches.

Tara snaps out of glaring and briskly makes her way over to help you, that gorgeous smile not showing on her face.

“Sam will be here any minute.” Tara confirmed as she took the slip of paper from your clutches to give you more of an advantage. You mutely nod your head at her words.

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By the time you and Tara left the hospital, having to take one too many stops since you were struggling with the uncomfortable clutches as you felt more and more tired with every passing moment, Sam is already there in her car.

The car ride to the Carpenter’s apartment was filled with low music from the radio and no small talk being made. You sat in the back with your crutches while Tara and Sam were in the front. You took that time to check your socials and ramble to Mindy about your massive gay panic at the hospital.

Before you know it you’ve stopped at the Carpenter’s household and now just arrived at your apartment complex. Flinging the car door open, you grunt as you lean out of the car putting on the crutches, Tara somehow appears in front of you and guides you to stand up with much less of a struggle.

You give Sam a wave and a smile as you hop over the driver’s side window where Sam has rolled down the window. “Thanks for the lift, Sammy.” You mumble tiredly to which Sam rolled her eyes at.

“Don’t call me that.” The older Carpenter sister grumbles in her usual grumpy tone. You grin lazily as you take a small step backwards. “You know you love it.”

“I don’t. I hate it as much as I hate you.” Sam said as she shifted the gear stick as she started to drive off. “Love you too, Sammy!” You yell as she drives off, giggling like a child when Sam’s hand emerges from the window flipping you off.

“Let’s get inside.” The tired Tara says from behind you, her hand pressed against your back gently. You turn to look at her letting out another weak chuckle. “Please.”

Tara smiles softly at you as she begins walking by your side into the apartment complex. Taking the elevator, the two of you staying in silence the entire journey until you both arrive at your apartment, Tara unlocks the door with her spare key and walks in first flicking on the lights as she holds the door open for you.

You smile appreciatively to Tara as you wobble over to your bedroom, desperate to get to your bed. Tara closes the front door before she follows you into your bedroom, dropping her blue backpack on the floor outside your bedroom before entering.

“Oh sweet bed how I have missed you.” You murmured against the pillows your face dug deep inside of them, your forgotten crutches thrown on the floor beside your bed. You feel a dip in the bed at the side of your head, you roll over to lay on your back as you look at Tara sitting beside your head.

“You can’t sleep in those, Y/n, you need to change out of your jeans.” She reminds you in a knowing tone causing you to let out a loud groan, covering your face with your hands. “But I just sat down.” You say in a muffled voice behind your hands.

Tara laughs sweetly as you feel her weight move off of the bed, her footsteps telling you she’s headed towards your dresser. Peeking through the crack of your hands you see her pull out your favourite pyjamas.

Is it completely childish? Yes. Do you care? Not at all.

The brunette pulled out your deadpool pyjamas, the set being your all time favourite piece of sleep clothing. She throws it over at you before heading towards the door, leaning against it as she turns to look at you once again.

“If you need help just yell my name.” She offers before silently leaving and closing your door quietly. You sighed as you sat up grabbing the clothes that landed on your lap.

You took your time changing into the pyjamas. Taking off your shirt and bra and replacing them with the red oversized deadpool shirt took a few seconds at most. The real challenge being taking off the thick long grey boot on your leg foot before slowly shuffling out of your jeans and into the sweats.

Once changed and the brace back on you move to lay back down on your bed, your eyes fighting the urge to shut with every passing second. Right as when you start to feel yourself drift off to sleep a knock is heard at your door.

“Y/n? You good?” Tara’s muffled voice is heard through the door.

You smile as you nod your head as if she can see you. “Yeah you can come in if you want.” Tara quickly takes up on that offer and re-enters your room with a small smile on her face as she walks over to you.

She had also changed into her pyjamas which consisted of an old shirt she stole from you which practically devoured the girl’s figure. You couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her in your clothing.

“How’re you feeling now?” Tara asks as she sits down near your head once again, you look up at the sitting girl with a smile.

“You never answered my question.” You tell her, completely ignoring her question. The Carpenter sister faintly cocks her head to the side with confusion clear in her eyes. “If you’d be a good match for me.” You add as you blink slowly at her.

Tara’s breath hitches. Her eyes averted from yours to look at the doorway. “Do you still feel high from the painkillers?” She questions back.

You giggle as you nodded your head, raising your hand and hovering your index finger over your thumb. “Just a tiny bit.” Tara scoffed a laugh as she nodded her own head weakly, finally looking back into your eyes with hers.

“Then you probably won’t remember this in the morning then.” She mumbles mostly to herself with a smile. Tara sighs as she leans down to give a soft kiss to your forehead, your ears burn at the feeling as butterflies erupt in your stomach at the feeling of Tara’s unbelievably soft lips.

“If you remember that in the morning I’ll tell you.” She whispers against your temple before she pulls away, making you frown. Tara gets up from the bed and retreats back to the door making you even more confused.

As if reading your thoughts Tara leans against the doorway, the light from behind her shining around her figure. “I’m sleeping on the couch tonight and don’t even bother trying to make me sleep in your bed since you need the space with the brace.”

You let out a huff at that, not agreeing with Tara’s words at all. You hear her chuckle as she pushes herself off the doorway. “Goodnight, Y/n.” She says.

“I’ll remember in the morning.” You say confidently as you lay your head back down on the pillow, your eyes lingering on Tara still in the doorway. “I hope so.” Tara whispers before exiting the room and closing the door shut silently.

“Me too.”

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A/N: part 2 anyone?👀

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: highkey just wanna go on a lil date with ethan. i'm guessing he doesn't have much experience with girls but him being nervous would be so 🤭you would've asked him out to satisfy your friends considering you talked about him a lot, not realising he'd say yes. that made you incredibly nervous but i feel like the date would either be a movie (cliche ik) or bowling. maybe a group date? but the rest of group would let you sit alone with ethan to talk to him about star wars or something nerdy. just kissing his cheek before getting off the subway and thanking him for a fun night. crying

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Umm, lots of cussing, fluff. SPOILERS?? I don’t know if this has spoilers honestly.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,867

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! Char’s gonna give me shit cause I don’t know much about star wars. Also I didn’t do the subway scene. Ugh I hope you like it love!😭

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“You’re gonna join us for bowling tonight right?” You snapped your head up at Chad who threw a knowing smirk your way. You roll your eyes, fixating your attention back onto your term paper.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.” You let out a laugh at his bluntness.

“Great!” You emit a laugh of amusement.

“Find a date yet?” This shook your core as your paper was now long forgotten. Your jaw slacked open in shock.

“Date? What do you mean date?” You sat up straighter in your chair. “No one said anything about dates!”

“Are you fucking with me?” Chad’s shoulder fell in disbelief. “I got Tara. Sam’s bringing Danny. Mindy and Anika are coming together. Quinn’s bound to bring along some new arm candy. That just leaves you...” He trailed off in a wince. “And Ethan.”

“But I’m not- Wait he’s going, what the fuck why wasn’t I informed about this?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Cause we know how you get when he’s around. We wanted to ease you into it tonight.” He laughed at you as you grew all flustered. You looked back down at your paper. “Would it kill you to ask him out? Put him out of his misery.” You glance up with a timid glint in your eyes. You find interest in fiddling with the rings on your fingers. Spinning them in a circle to relieve you of this specific conversation you try to avoid. “Mindy still has her obvious suspicions about him. But after rooming with the nerd for months. He checks out okay. I think he’d be good for you.” He reached out to place a comforting hand over your own. “I think it’s time you let yourself have some fun. I know you should...” Then came the dreaded words he hesitated to say. “Wes would too.”

Your eyes meet him for a brief moment. The odds of a repeat from those last ten months were odd. Yet upon losing Wes, you put off any sort of dating. Especially with guy’s you hardly met, yet still conjured up a crush on. Who was to say that this wouldn’t turn out to be a good thing though. Maybe letting loose for once would be good. Just maybe. You weighed your options as you bit your bottom lip.

“Come on...I see those knobs turning. You know you want to...” He sing songed.

“You don’t know what I want.” You pushed his hand away playfully.

“Don’t have to. You’re doing that thing-” He gestured to his lips. “It’s your tell.”

“My tell...Okay!” You raised your hands up in defense.

“So you’re gonna ask him. Before tonight.”

“Well I-”

“Great because he’s coming this way right now...Hey Ethan over here!” Your eyes grew as Chad waved him down.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You ducked, trying to hide your flustered state.

“Hey guys...” Ethan's charming smile graced you. God that fucking smile did things to you.

“That’s my cue-” Chad pointed in the opposite direction and stood up from his chair. “Hey buddy, what’s up? How about you take my seat, yeah. I gotta run anyway.” Chad gestured over his thumb, then made Ethan plop down right in right of you. He huffed from the firm hand on his shoulder.

“Chad-” You begin to pull at his sleeve.

“Y/n has a very important question to ask you by the way. Okay, you two have a wonderful rest of your remaining classes, alright. See you tonight bud!” Chad pointed at Ethan in his dismissal.

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Ethan questioned with confusion written over his face.

“You didn’t fucking invite him- Chad! Son of a bitch...” You call after him, as he throws a shit eating grin your way. His thumbs up doing nothing to comfort you in any shape or form. You close your eyes, then glance back at Ethan, who seemed too pure for this world as the corners up his lips lifted into a faint smile. You breathed out a nervous laugh as you sat up tall again. You placed your elbows on the table as you tapped your fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the tabletop.

“You wanted to- ask me something?” He nodded, recalling Chad’s words.

“Yeah I did...” You daze off not wanting to meet his gaze just yet. “I do!” You exclaim quickly. “God I’m not good at this...” You throw your head back as if the ceiling was going to provide you with some answers...and hopefully even the strength. Rather more...have the balls to ask Chad’s cute ass roomate out on a date because heavens know you didn’t have them.

“You think I’m cute?” Your heart and soul freeze up. Your head moves back down, shock didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.

“Did I say that out loud?” Your chest rises and falls.

“I could lie and say no...” He shrugs. He shrugged, he fucking shrugged. He wasn’t teasing you or giving you shit. He just fucking shrugged, offering to lie to save your remaining dignity. At this point you either went all in, or you grabbed your things and got the hell out of there. Sadly you were glued to your chair.

“I do think you’re cute- hot actually. Like in that nerdy attractive type of way, and you’re fucking tall, which is honestly an added bonus to be honest. Holy fuck okay-” Your palms now laid flat on the table. “I’m honestly not surprised Chad hasn't invited you yet. I think this was his plan...to finally have me ask you out on a date.”

“You-” Ethan begins. His eyes soften.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now, yeah!” You answer his question. “Were going bowling tonight in case you were wondering.” You inquire. “I’m not that great, but I magically get a strike every once and a while, are you any good at bowling?” Your question catches him off guard. He’s still trying to process the fact that the girl he likes just asked him out, and you have yet to let him say yes.

“I think I’m okay.” He laughs out.

“Okay great you’re on my team then.” You nod. You tap and tap and tap your fingers on the tabletop. Hoping the silence that weighed over you like pressure fated, but you both didn’t know what to do. You poured out inner most thoughts out of impulse. No self control, just flat out admitted to your consciousness thought. Good thing you didn’t blurt out the fact you like to imagine it was him as you touched-

“Holy shit, okay!” Ethan readjusted himself in his seat. Mouth agape. His face was beet red at this point.

“Did I say that out lo-”

“Yup, you did!” He chewed on his lips, as he shook his head with his eyes closed shut. “That’s an image I will not be able to get out of my head...” He mutters out slowly.

“I’m gonna shut up now.” You facepalm yourself.

Ethan couldn’t believe this was happening. Let alone half the shit you just admitted to him. Yet as his eyes fell on your embarrassed state. He couldn’t help the beaming smile on his face. He shook his head in amusement. He leaned closer. Placing his elbows on the table as he leaned over half the table now. “Yes...my answers yes by the way.”

You pull down your hands. The slightest peek of your eyes meeting his coy smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wait really? I thought I totally just blew it.” You breathe a laugh out.

“No, not with me. Though I don’t think you should tell the next guy after me that you like to touch yo-”

“Yeah, yeah okay! Point taken.” You waved him off. You meet in the middle, with beaming chuckles and giggles. “Though you got one thing wrong...”

“What’s that?”

“There’s no one else- after you that is, if this doesn’t work. Just you...” You shrug nonchalantly.

“Just me?” He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t miss the obvious glance at his arms.

“Just you.” You nod. You both glance away from each other. Growing timid under the others lingering gaze. Though it’s not till Ethan gently brushes his finger against the top of your fingertip, just faintly enough you can’t miss it, that you slowly follow the buttons of his shirt, up to his awaiting gaze.

“You wanna get lunch with me?” He lets out softly. An awaiting lapse of hope falls behind those two brown eyes of his. Your mind was already made up at this point.

“Yeah, I’d loved to.” You give a firm nod, then begin to gather up your things. Your paper would have to be finished later on in the evening, or during the weekend. As you place your laptop back into your bag, and zip it up, Ethan stands up and offers to carry it.

“Here let me...” His signature grin decorated his face again.

“Sure you can carry two bags?” You tease, as he swings your book bag over his left shoulder.

“You did not just say that.” He mocks hurt as you walk out of the study room you requested to be in.

Night came around quicker than you would have expected. You and the group had taken the subway to head on over to the bowling alley many classmates suggested to go to. Seeing as you had never done atomic bowling. The group decided to head on around 9 to let you have the experience of bowling in the dark. You thought it had been a sweet gesture on their part. Your eyes grew with excitement seeing the lights turned off, and the monitors playing music videos. The glow in the dark theme satisfied your inner child.

Now you were seated in a booth, laughing about something Ethan was whispering in your ear, well at least from what Chad could tell. His staring caught the others attention, they too now engrossed in the happy pair on a date.

“Okay when did that happen?” Tara scoffed in disbelief, but the smile painted on his face told the group she wasn’t anything other than happy for you two.

“That would be my doing.” Chad bowed for his friends.

“You did that, when?” Tara slapped his shoulder.

“Mmm...Today.” He shrugged then flinched back to avoid another smack from her. “Look, she was hesitant to ask him out. I just gave her that extra push.” He raised his hand up in surrender. Then gestured at the two of you with open palms. “Come on...you can’t tell me that they don’t look good together.” You had thrown your head back in fits of giggles. Ethan watches you with admiration and a longing gaze.

“They do look cute together.” Sam chimed in, then glanced down at Danny, whose lap she sat in. Mindy’s scoff fell through the air though, all eyes fell onto her now.

“I still don’t trust the guy.”

“I course you don’t.” Chad shook his head. “You and your rules.”

“Hello! It’s basic horror movies 101 shit. Never trust the love interest.” Mindy gestured to Ethan resting his arm over the back of your head of the booth. “We’ve only known him for how long? Trust me there’s something about him.”

“Yeah...my roommate likes our friend!” Chad gestured to you. “When’s the last time you’ve seen her smile like that. Heard her laugh. It’s been too fucking long. She’s happy, she’s letting go. Moving on from Wes!” He reminded her with a frown. “Let her have this Mindy. Can we leave the two lovebirds alone now and enjoy this wonderful time tonight. Danny, your turn, my man.” He picked up a ball and gestured it to him. Danny patted Sam’s thigh to let him get up. He took a swig of his beer then took the ball from his hands. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He slapped Danny’s back. The others chimed in with cheers and woops.

“Are those two ever gonna play?” Mindy gestured to you with the rim of her beer.

“Mindy, you added their names in last. There’s ten of us!” He jabbed at her. Then pointed to the screen on the overhead of their lane. The group turned to the monitor screen. Their eyes started from the top and trailed down all the way to the bottom. Yours and Ethan’s name mocking her. She winced.

Quinn Paul. Mindy Anika Chad Tara Danny Sam Y/n Ethan

“I don’t think they seem to mind it though. Look.” Quinn looked off from the monitor then gestured to Ethan, who leaned into your side further. His face hidden as he whispered in your ear.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“You wanna get out of here?” Tara chimed with a deep voice.

“Oh yes, Ethan. I’d love to!” Quinn said in a pitched tone.

“That is not what they’re saying.” Sam rolled her eyes but couldn’t contain her laugh.

“That is exactly what they’re saying!” Tara laughed.

“They’re staring at us.” He chuckled softly into your ear. Your smile only widened as you slowly turned towards him. Your eyes cast over to your friends then back to him.

“I know. They’ve been doing that since we sat down.”

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Ethan looked at his arm resting in front of you on the table.

“Probably trying to meddle their way into my love life.” You sigh as you lean back against the arm behind you. You glance over to them, and catch Mindy being the last to avert her eyes. “Though knowing Mindy, she’s still trying to scope you out.” Your heart feels wounded seeing his happy demeanor shift into one of doubt.

“She doesn’t like me very much does she?” He emits a nervous chuckle.

“No, it’s not that. She’s just a bit cautious about letting in new party members. Trust me, she’ll get over it once you get to know her. Once she gets to know you. Trust me okay. You have nothing to worry about.” You reassure him. He dips his head then picks it right back up. His eyes flicker down to your lips then your eyes.

“I trust you.”

“Good, I’d worry if you didn’t.” You hum, taking the opening to let your fingers caress over his lightly, just like he’d done so back in the study room. He chuckles then initiates your hands holding. Your right thumb and his left begin the ultimate thumb war. You both fight to the finish not wanting to lose.

“You’re cheating!”

“Gross...” Mindy takes a sip of her beer.

“What? It’s cute.” Tara slacks her jaw in shock.

“What are they five? A thumb war, really?” Mindy evaluates and gives her opinion as though this was a scary movie she was critiquing for the poor acting of the clueless character who couldn’t clearly sense the presence of the killer creeping up behind her.

“Mindy!” Chad sucks his teeth.

“Hey!” She pouts. “I’m just saying. Shouldn’t they be kissing instead of a thumb war or something? I can’t give my two cents now, but fine, it’s none of my business. To each their own I guess.”

“You’re unbelievable you know that, and quit fucking staring.” Chad greets his teeth as he calls her out.

“Like you fuckers weren’t all doing it earlier.”

“Well, we’re not anymore...so quit it. Alright, who's next? There will be a victor tonight and I’m making sure of it.” Chad clasped his hands together.

“That would be the love birds...who are about to kiss, holy shit. I knew it!” Mindy pointed to the cheesy movie scene happening a booth down from the group. They all whipped their heads around in time to watch a love story in the making. Their hearts warming as a nervous Ethan leaned in, gently planting a slow kiss on you. Chad whistled low enough so you wouldn’t hear him. He placed a hand over where his heart lay.

“That’s what I’m talking about people. Thank you god! I knew that kid had fucking game. Am I a matchmaker in the making or what?”

“Or something...” Mindy snickered. Chad frowned and flipped her off.

“Fuck you, Mindy!”

“Fuck you, Chad!”

“So who’s gonna go break them up...” Anika gave her two seconds of still being present in the moment. All heads looked back, watching as you and Ethan were too engrossed in each other's arms...and mouths. One hand locked into Ethan’s curls as he cupped one side of your face. Chad looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not it!”

“Not it!” “Not it!” “Not it!” “Not it!”

“Not it!” “Not it!”

“Shit!” Chad cursed. He looked back to your heavy but slow make out session, then to the monitor. A flash present over your name to indicate that it was your turn. “Anyone want an extra turn?” He clasped his hands. Two hands, Tara’s and Sam’s flew up, willing to fill in for the two clearly horny teenagers a booth down.

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“i’m a man now”

ethan landry x fem!reader (reader in her 20s)

warnings: age gap (ethan is 18, reader is in her 20s), power dynamics, mommy kink, no sex

a/n: based on this tiktok that awakened something in me

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ethan usually hangs out at your place now, ever since you moved out he would just invite himself over. he even has some clothes there, and his parents trust you so much that they would even let you know that he’s coming over. so when you get home to find quinn, tara, chad, and mindy there on ethan’s birthday, along boxes of pizza and several cans of beer, you’re not too surprised. of course he was gonna celebrate it here, and you have to apologize to him too because the game console you ordered for him isn’t arriving today.

sam is hurriedly pulling them out now, turning to you with an exasperated smile. “hey y/n,” she greets, “just taking these kids home.”

“drive safe!” you wave at them as you lock the door behind you, now thinking about how you’re sure you’re gonna take care of your own drunk little ethan. you find him seated on the couch, his temple resting on his fist as he leans on the side of it, watching you.

“had a fun party?” you ask, plopping down next to him.

he doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. he leans closer, and you know that he’ll start to get all cuddly, like he always is whenever he’s drunk.

but before you can process it, you feel his lips on yours. they’re soft and inexperienced, but when you don’t move, ethan moves closer and kisses you more, now getting your lips to open against him. you hear him groan, feeling your lips wet from his saliva.

“ethan,” you pull away from him, still in shock. this boy just…kissed you. the same one you babysat all those years ago. if you remember even further back, you also remember playing with him before you hit your teenage years.

he smiles at you dreamily, licking his lips, “i’ve wanted to do that since i was 13.” he gaze moves to your lips, and before he can dive back in, you stand up.

“no,” you tell him, “you’re drunk. get some rest and we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

strong hands grab your waist, making you stand between his thighs. the look ethan gives you is almost sinful…lustful. he’s so tall and even in this position, with you standing in front of him, he only needs to tilt his head back a little. “i didn’t drink anything,” he whispers. hot, heavy breaths making your nipples pebbles underneath your shirt. his hands now fly to your tits, groping them.

“fuck,” you close your eyes, trying not to moan as his thumbs graze your nipples.

“fuck,” ethan inhales, pupils dilated that his eyes almost look completely black, before he stands up and grabs you into a kiss.

your surprised gasp gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.

ethan moans when his tongue touches yours, flicking around your mouth desperately. he ruts his hardened cock against your stomach, and you moan at the feel of his jeans and his bulge against you. knowing that he’s so tall his cock is grinding against your tummy.

he slips his hands under your shirt, moaning into your mouth when he feels your tits. he breaks away from you.

“i wanna suck on your tits, momma,” ethan whispers, “will you let me suck on your titties?”

your hand cups his bulge, and he whimpers into your mouth.

“let’s go to the bedroom,” you tell him, “and you can suck on my tits all your like.”

his cock twitches against your hand and he pulls you towards the bedroom.

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ik im gonna get flamed for this hence why i used this account i havent opened in forever lol

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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 3

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, partying, slight physical altercation (v v minor)

a/n: bro this chapter is so long i literally can't help myself when it comes to angst. i promised ethan content last chapter and i will continue to deliver! also ik the formatting is weird on mobile but I cannot be bothered to fix it my b!!

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To say that the car ride is tense would be a gross understatement. It would be more apt to call it torture.

Chad hates listening to the radio when he drives, so we sit in silence. Tara lays claim to the passenger’s seat, so Anika, Mindy, and I cram into the back. It’s claustrophobic without a real middle seat, Mindy perched in the divide.

My breathing becomes shallower, but I can’t tell if it’s caused by the recycled air or the tension between Tara and me. This car ride is never going to end.

Until, miraculously, it does. Chad parks across the street from an unassuming two-story house. We pile out, and I can finally breathe again, reveling in the cool night air.

After I’ve calmed down, I chase after Tara. “Hey, Tar, wait. Can we talk?”

Her brow furrows slightly. “What, Y/N?”

“I don’t want there to be any, um, weird vibe between us tonight. I know earlier was tough, and Sam can be overbearing but she cares about you, and I…” I trail off. I can tell this isn’t working.

Tara avoids my gaze. “It’s fine, Y/N, seriously. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

I want to try again, but she turns on her heels and walks away, catching up to Chad. Nowhere else to go, I trail behind them, following their lead through a side door into the building.

There are people everywhere, way more than I was expecting for a community college party. They’re scattered throughout the first floor, arranged haphazardly in a mess of armchairs, mismatched sofas, and various surfaces that are now being used for beer pong. I look for a familiar face in the crowd, but I’ve already lost my friends.

Now alone, I decide it’s a better time than any to drink my feelings away. I reach into a nearby cooler, not caring what comes up. It’s terrible beer, but I don’t super care right now. All I want is to forget about the way Tara looked at me during her fight with Sam.

I find an empty corner and watch the crowd. Even though this is a small town, I don’t recognize many people. I see a few kids who could be in my class, people I might have forged an absence for, but no one I’ve had a real conversation with. I keep scanning the crowd until I realize who I’m really looking for: Ethan. Ethan-who-I-haven’t-actually-met-yet-Ethan. My face goes red, and I know I must look like an idiot standing in the corner and blushing to myself.

I’m distracted from my daydreams by Tara and Chad, who move into the unofficial dance floor. She’s feeling herself, clearly slightly tipsy already (I don’t know how, considering we’ve been here for all of 10 minutes). I drink some more of my beer as I watch them dance together. As she loses herself in the music, I notice how intently Chad is watching her, a shy smile creeping onto his face. I laugh quietly. How did I miss that?

Tara doesn’t seem to notice his obvious infatuation. She dances towards the cooler I pulled my beer from, finding one of her own. I watch in mixed horror and amazement as she downs half the can. I guess she wasn’t kidding about getting shitfaced, then.

I’m suddenly overcome by melancholy– not atypical when I’m kinda drunk. Tonight, though, after the mess with Tara and the long car ride, it feels shittier than usual. There are too many people here, my feet hurt from standing, and the music is too loud. I need to get the hell out of here. But Chad’s my ride, and he’s not leaving Tara anytime soon. With no other option, I head upstairs.

It takes me five tries to find a room that’s unlocked, but I eventually stumble my way into a small guest room, locking the door behind me. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Uh– sorry. I can leave?”

My eyes snap open as quickly as they shut. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Reclining on the bed is none other than Ethan fucking Landry. I can’t decide whether to thank God or curse him.

“Oh, shit, no, it’s fine, sorry– you’re good,” I say. “I just, um, just needed a quiet place to hide for a little and this room was unlocked but if you’re here already it’s chill–”

“No, no, you’re good. I was doing the same thing.” He nervously runs a hand through his curls, and it’s so endearing that my heart skips a beat. “You can, um… you could stay? I don’t mind.” He scoots over, making room for me.

I know what I’d usually do here– make a polite excuse and hide in a bathroom– but between my desperation for reprieve and the liquid courage from earlier, I feel like trying something else.

So, I join him, kicking off my shoes and sitting against the backboard. “Thanks,” I say. “I really, really need a break.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t mention it, really. I’m Ethan.”

“Oh, I know.” Holy shit. Why the fuck did I say that?

His eyes widen a little. “Wait, really? How?”

I search for an acceptable answer. “Um, my friend Mindy said that she had American History with you. Not a lot of new kids around here besides me, especially not right after spring break, so… I looked you up?”

He smirks slightly. “Huh, stalker much?” I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. “It’s okay, I, um, ‘looked you up’ too. After lunch today. Just… curious, I guess.”

We both laugh a little at this. It’s exciting to know that he’s interested in me, too. I’ve never had any guys reciprocate that kind of thing.

“So, what did you hope to find?” he asks. “What do you want to know?”

I pause. “Everything, I guess. Why’d you come here, in the middle of the year?”

“Dad got transferred. He’s a cop, a detective, but they wanted to replace him in his department. They couldn’t fire him without a bunch of legal shit involved, so they transferred him here.”

“Good fucking luck,” I laugh. “This town doesn’t have the cleanest crime record.”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” he says. “We’ve moved around all my life… Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas, Sacramento… Woodsboro.”

“Jesus. Who’s we?”

“My sister and I. Quinn. She’s actually the reason I’m here– she’s taking some classes during her gap year. Trying to apply to bigger colleges. I would usually never come to this sort of thing, which is why I’m, uh, hiding upstairs.

“Me either,” I say. “My friends dragged me here. Tara picked out this outfit and everything. I feel so weird.”

His eyes drift over me. “I mean… I think you look really good?”

I meet his gaze. The tension between us is suddenly real– it’s almost suffocating. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss him, and I’ve almost made up my mind to do it when I hear a commotion from down the hall.

I pull away, concerned. There’s a second of something dark on his face before it’s replaced with his typical bashful demeanor. “What do you think that was?” he asks.

As much as I want to stay here with him, something tells me I need to see what’s wrong. “I don’t know, we should go look.”

I open the door to a disturbing sight. Some guy has a visibly intoxicated Tara by the arm. Chad, Anika, and Mindy are following him as he tries to take her into one of the rooms. My heart sinks and my palms go sweaty. I feel sick– I can’t let this happen. As he walks through the hall, I get in his way. “Hey, man, let her go. She’s done for the night.”

Tara drunkenly puts her arm on my shoulder. “No, no, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m good.”

The guy sneers at me. “Yeah, dude, we’re good.”

There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. “No, ‘dude,’ we’re not good. Let her go. Trust me. You don’t want this.” I motion to my friends behind us, who all look ready to get messy.

The guy falters, muttering something sounding suspiciously similar to “whatever, bitch,” and lets Tara go. I watch him walk away before turning back to Tara. “Oh my god, Tar, are you okay? I can’t believe that.”

I expect a hug, a thank-you, or maybe just a smile. The stinging of her hand against my cheek is shocking, to say the least.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” she says. “I can’t believe you did that, you fucking embarrassed me!”

I rub my cheek. “Are you kidding, Tara? That guy was a dick, he was going to take advantage of you!”

“So fucking what?” She’s yelling now. “If I want to hook up with an asshole, that’s my decision. Or, or, if I want to argue with my sister over some dumb party, I’ll do it, and I don’t need anyone’s opinion. Don’t pretend like you know shit about me or my life, because you don’t. You think you can show up here after what happened last year and act like you know any of us that lived it, but you don’t, Y/N. You fucking don’t! So leave me alone, and stay out of my fucking business.”

I’m frozen. I don’t know if I’m feeling more hurt, angry, embarrassed, or just plain sad. For her to say those things, to, in some way, confirm my biggest fears about Woodsboro… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say or do.

But Tara doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. She stumbles away, pushing past Chad, Mindy, and Anika. The twins rush after her, presumably worried about her ability to stand straight. Anika lingers for a second, giving me a pitying look and mouthing “I’m so sorry” before running off.

Though I understand their actions (Tara is drunker than I am, more unpredictable, and more likely to get hurt) their absence still stings. My eyes well with hot tears. Everything is out of control.

I turn around to compose myself and notice Ethan standing in the doorway. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he says.

Sweet, shy, Ethan. His big brown eyes are looking straight at mine for the first time that night– it makes me shiver.

All I want is to get out of this house. Leave. With him.

So I ask him, “Do you want to get out of here?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 2023 #scream 6 #heathers #heathers au #high school au #jack champion

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mcity-xe · 10 months

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𝗠𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 ✩ 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗩𝗜

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♡︎ Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks-Martin

- also including; Scream VI; characters

summary; Ethan and Chad confess to eachother one night and they become a couple - all pictures from pintrest requested; no! but I do write for both football players and any Scream characters so send in your requests!!! <3 info; all the ghostface killings didnt happen but all of them still have family issues 😻💋 as well imagine that sam and tara are twins 🤭 anyways- enjoyy x ALSO ITS NOT PROOF READ BTWW

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Groupchat; failed abortions

Mindy added 6 other people to "failed abortions"

Quinn; what is this

Mindy; a groupchat dipshit

Quinn; well no shit but why did you make it

Mindy; 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Anika; hello!

Mindy; loml fr how you doin'? 😻

Sam; did you just use a Joey Tribbiani refrence???

Chad; you watch Friends?

Sam; you dont?

Chad; no 😹

Tara; @Mindy this is just gonna cause chaos

Mindy; ik thats why I made it

Quinn; oi wheres ethan

Mindy; idkk ask Chad

Chad; why me

Mindy; bc ur his boyfriend??? 🤨

Chad; HA?!

Chad; Were not dating

Anika; YOU ARENT DATING???

Chad; no why

Quinn; just as I tought my baby brother isnt a virgin, he still is 😔

Mindy; you want him being a whore like u hm 🤡

Quinn; kys IMMEDIATELY

Sam; now now lets be nice

Mindy; stfu

Quinn; stfu

@Mindy and @Quinn were muted for 5 minutes by @Sam

Anika; how?? u arent even the admin

Sam; I got my ways ;)

Anika; ..okay..

Chad; Sam is scary 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Tara; had to deal with her before u knew her so stfu pls 🤷‍♀️😹

Chad; why so mean 😭

Tara; funnsies

"Chaaaaad!" the jock heard his name being called. "What d'ya want now Mindy?" he answered. Looking to his right he saw his twin sister come out of the kitchen where he and Ethan lived. Currently everyone from the group minus Ethan was at their apartment, haning out. They were all going to a frat party later, so they all decided to get ready and Ethan and Chads place.

"Do you have any eggs?" she asked her older brother. "Eggs? No, why?" he asked confused. Mindy just shrugged before sitting next to him on the couch. "I'm bored. Amd wheres Ethan?" she asked him. Chad shrugged as he continued to watch some TV-show that was playing. "Pretty sure his Econ class is until 7, why?"

"Well we got a party to attend!" Mindy exclamed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Coudn't he just skip?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow. Chad just rolled his eyes. "Well first of all, his profesor would have been up his ass next class if he didnt have a writen sick note. Remeber last month, when we went to that caffe, and then what happened?" Chad asked her. Mindy only nodded.

As Ethan didn't have a writen sick note, the profesor as punishment made him write a 5 page long essay about some subject no one from the group knew about. The poor boy was dead by the end of writing it, and he was ready to kill his profesor with his own hands.

"Besides, no one is going to show up before 9, that when it gets dark. And you know Ethan hates parties, its a miracle Quinn and Anika got him to come." Chad added. Mindy just sighed heavely, drowning into the couch.

"Dose this look good?" a voice asked. The twins turned their head to see Tara and Sam in matching outfits. "Yeah." Mindy replied, giving them a thumbs up. Chad only nodded. Soon after both Quinn and Anika joined the four, and now they were just waiting on Ethan to come.

"Jesus its raining cats and dogs outside." Anika pointed out. Looking out a window, the group saw the rain pouring and it looked like there was a storm incoming. "Oh hell no, I aint going to the damn party. I dont got waterproof make-up and Im not planing to look like a soaked rat." Quinn said, before taking off her shoes and getting more comfortable.

"Y'know I agree once with Chucky-" "Hey!" "lets stay. Besides, im to comfortable now." Mindy said. The group murrmured agreements, and soon after they changed out of their costumes and into more comrotable clothes. Just as 19:45 pm rolled around, the group heared someone quickly entering the apartment.

"Jesus Christ-" Jack wheezed as he slid against the door. He was drenched, his hair as well clothes were stuck to him, his white shoes looked darker then ever (probally because of the mud as well rain) and his bag was making a puddle of water on the ground due to it being soaked. "Damn Sherlock, you good?" Mindy asked him from were she was sitting. "Peachy.." he rasphed out as he coughed.

"C'mon, you need a warm bath." Chad said as he got up and went to Ethan. Offering him his hands, the younger hold onto him. The jock swiftly liftied him up, and soon the two got into the bathroom that was in their apartment. "I'll put your bag into your room, and I'll get you a spair pair of clothes alright?" Chad said as Ethan sat on the toilet lid. "Thanks.." Ethan rasphed out. His eyes were half opened, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep any minute. Chad just ruffuled his hair before making his way to Ethans room. He put his bag next to the bed before going into the boys closet to take some fresh and clean clothes. He quickly returned to the bathroom, and there he saw an almost asleep Ethan. He was bearly awake. "Hey buddy." Chad said, shaking him very softly. "Hm..?"

"You gotta be awake man, c'mon just shower and then you'll be able to sleep, okay?" Ethan just nodded before carefully getting up. "Call if you need anything." Chad added, kissing his temple before leaving the bathroom. The little kiss left Ethan a blushing mess. The younger had a crush on Chad for a good while now, but he was to scared and insecure to ask him out even tho the other girls told him that Chad liked him. Hell, even Mindy confirmed it!

Some time later, the group heared Ethan coming out the bathroom. He was in an oversized sweather and he was also wearing some black sweatpants. All them could see him shivering as he aproached them, he even made sweatherpaws which Chad found way to cute and adorable.

As Ethan sat down next to Chad, Quinn quickly threw her younger brother a blanket. He immediately wrapped himself in the blanket and Chad coudnt help but to smile at him as he looked way to cute. "You good?" Chad asked him with a small smile. "I-I'm freezing." Ethan said, trying to warm himself. The jock put an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to his chest. "You'll be warm soon, I'm sure." he said. Ethan didnt reply, instead he relax more, cuddeling up to Chad and closing his eyes. The girls smirked at them, and Chad coudnt do anything exept roll his eyes. They all knew that the jock had a big crush on the brunnete but was to scared to confess.

Groupchat; Girlypop

5 members

Sam; Samsie Tara; Twizzler Anika; Kpop Adict Quinn; Harley Quinn Mindy; geekyshit101

geekyshit101; 😏

Kpop Adict; ???

geekyshit101; do you not see the lovebrids???are you blind

Harely Quinn; Anika your going to let ur gf talk to u like that 🤨

Samsie; *pictue of Chad and Ethan, Ethan is in a blanket cuddled up and asleep on Chads chest while Chad is a blushing mess*

4 members saved a picture

Twizzler; Sam the meance

Harley Quinn; aye aye

Samsie; shut up and watch the movie -_-

@Samsie was muted for 1 hour by @geekyshit101

geekyshit101; never use "-_-" EVER AGAIN

As the girls stopped texting Sam sent Mindy an unamused look. The girl just shrugged and smirked at her before returning her focus on the movie.

failed abortions

anika; *pictue of Chad and Ethan, Ethan is in a blanket cudduled up and asleep on Chads chest while Chad is a blushing mess*

📸 credits to Sam :)

"Anika you little shit!" Sam whisper-shouted. Chad gave the two a weird look, but choose to ignore the two. Anika just giggled to herself before continueing to watch the movie. As time went on alnost everyone fell asleep. The all mutualy agreed they would crash at Ethans and Chads place, so they all scattered around. Mindy and Anika went to sleep in Chads room while the Carpenter sisters went into Ethans room. Quinn just decided to crash on the other couch next to Chad and Ethan, not bothering to go into any of the boys bedrooms.

The only person awake was Chad. He was watching some shitty sitcom on the TV with half open eyes as he coudnt fall asleep not when the most perfect person on planet Earth was next to him, cuddled up against him, asleep on his chest.

"Hey.." a voice whispered shocking Chad out of his toughts. "O-oh hey Eth.." he whispered, looking down at the boy that was alseep on his chest moments ago. "Why are you awake Eth, go to sleep." the jock said, pulling the younger closer to him. "Its kinda hard to fall asleep while sitting.. And why are you awake?" Ethan asked. "Coudnt sleep.."

Ethan nodded, laying his head onto Chads shoulder. "Hey Chad.." he whispered. "Yeah?" "I gotta tell you something, but you have to promise you wont hate me." with that statment, Chad got concerned. What could Ethan possibly say that would make the jock hate him. "Whats up E?"

Ethan took a deep breath before looking at the older, starring into his eyes. "I like you. Like like like you.." he whispered. Chad looked at him stunned, shocked. Ethan frowned, looking away. "I'm s-sorry, I should go.." he said, attempting to get up anr leave.

Keyword; attempting

Chad pulled him back down before he locked their lips into a kiss. At that, Ethan eyes widend before he kissed back. The two kissed paciontley before pulling away. "I like like you two..dare I say love you.." Chad boldly said. The brunnete softly smilied at him before pecking his lips. "I think I love you too.." "Yeah?" "Mhm.."

The two continued to stare at eachother, before Chad laided down and mention to Ethan to lay down on his. Ethan quickly complied, laying on the jocks chest. "Can we be boyfriends..? I-if you want to o-of course.." Ethan asked. Chad smilied at him, kissing his head. "I'd love to be your boyfriend Ethan."

And thats how the two fell asleep, cuddled up and consent.

"Hey lovebird." a smuge voice said as Chad wakes up. Looking around, he saw that Ethan was still fast asleep and that the smug voice belonged to no other then Mindy Meeks-Martin. "Dont even start." he told her in a rough voice. Mindy giggled. "I suggest you take a look at our wonferfull groupchat."

Raising one eyebrow, the older carefully took his phone from the coffee table that it was on without disturbing Ethan before entering the groupchat.

Looking at it, he saw that Quinn took way to many pictures of the two toegther sleeping. "I'm gueesing your boyfriends now?" his twin asked him. "Yeah." he replied, nodding. "Glad to hear. And if you dont want for this to repeat I suggest you two dont sleep together next to Quinn." Mindy laughed, winking at him. "Oh fuck off." Chad replied with a small amused smile. He was so so happy and so so glad he had the chance to be with the most perfect person on this planet, and he woudnt change it ever.

#scream #scream movies #scream franchise #scream vi #ethan landry #chad meeks martin #chad meeks #chethan #chadthan #ethan landry x chad meeks martin #ethan x chad #m/m fanfic #our fav couple #mwahhh

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Good Girl: Feb Filth Fest Day 4

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, pwp, fem! reader, sub! San, dom! reader, feminization, (baby girl, pretty girl, pillow princess), husband! San, CEO! reader, non idol au, San in a skirt, hand-job, edging, riding, begging, light degradation, (bitch, slut), public/semi public sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it up in these streets now y’all!), cum play (?). smut under the cut, enjoy! (yeah ik it’s late, shh). Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of Ateez would act like this in real life, nor is this meant to be a reflection/guide to their personalities. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes,

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“Shh, there, there, pretty girl. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us right?” San whimpered, struggling to stay quiet as your hand worked under his skirt. He had dressed to get your attention today, and he did, but not in the way he expected. He’d dressed in his favorite pink and white striped skirt, a black crop top with a mesh shirt, and black platforms. Your husband surely knew how to rile you up, which is how he ended up in a hall closet in the building you worked in.

You had edged him a good three times now, and he was more sensitive than he’d like to be, especially since it was cold. He hadn’t bothered to tell you he was coming, so he would have to wait to be in your warm, comfortable office. It would serve him right too. Showing up to your job looking like an absolute whore. “You’re so lucky, y’know? You’re lucky it was only Mindy in the office today, and you got off easy because she was sleeping. But just how many people saw you in this outfit before you got here, huh? I’ll bet all the security guards saw you prancing around like a slut when you came in.”

You sped up, bringing San close once more, only to deny him a fourth time. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, as he practically sobbed from being edged for so long. “Aww, what’s the matter baby girl?” You teased, resuming your agonizing pace on his shaft, your hand moving slowly up and down. “Please, mistress, please, ’m sorry. I’ll be good for you, I promise. I just wanted your attention. No one else’s. I promise.” San pleaded desperately. He looked at you, his eyes full of tears, lust, and sincerity. And how could you deny him when he begged you so sweetly? Speeding up your hand once more, you placed your other hand on the curve of his ass, squeezing it. “You wanna cum so bad huh? Then cum for me, pretty girl, show me how good I make you feel.” He cried out, his orgasm hitting him almost instantly. San swore he could see stars before he began to come down from his high.

When he finally calmed down, he realized what a mess he made. He’d gotten his mess all over your hand and wrist, and some of it was dripping down his thighs. He realized that you were spreading the milky white substance back onto his thighs, smearing it further down than his skirt could hide. When you were done, you straightened up, smiling at San’s confused face, your hand sliding back under his skirt. San hissed when you gripped him again, pulling him closer to you. “Let’s go sweetie. I can’t walk out with my hand showing, so it’ll have to stay where it is for now. Oh and keep your hands to yourself on the way.” San was still mildly confused, before realizing you were pulling him to the door. His cheeks turned red, and he almost moved your hand off of him before remembering your orders.

He watched as you peeked your head out, quickly surveying the hall, before pushing the door open, and gently pulling him behind you. San felt exposed in a way that was new to him, and he wasn’t shy by any means, but this was a new level of vulnerability. The angle you held him at was sure to get him hard again before you got to your office, and then he’d truly be exposed, as he didn’t bring underwear either. The thought made him blush more, and he almost stumbled before noticing that you weren’t in the quiet, dark hallway anymore. You had reached the main work floor, and had stopped to check where your intern was. The both of you sighed in relief when you spotted her asleep in her cubicle.

Seeing that the coast was clear, you jerked San quickly behind you once more. He scrambled to keep up with you, trying not to make any noise at the sudden movement. You finally reached your office, escorting San inside, and locking the door. You finally let go of him to close your curtains. When you turned back to your husband, still standing where you left him, you pushed him back onto your couch. “Hmm, what should I do with you first?” San watched with bated breath as you stepped out of your bottoms, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds. He wanted to taste you, it was clear. “Aww baby, you wanna eat me?” San nodded eagerly, tongue already out when you walked to him. You pushed his head down, allowing him to lick at your slit a few times before pulling him back up by his hair. “I think that can be arranged later.”

You pushed him down further onto the couch, until he laid down. Spreading his legs and flipping up his skirt, you sank yourself down onto his length, moaning at the stretch. Adjusting so you were fully on top of him, you began bouncing your hips on him, causing him to groan. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel like it, and you’re going to take it like the good little bitch you are, aren’t you? Take all of it, little pillow princess.” San threw his head back, your words almost enough to have him lose himself once again. He didn’t have any problem with your plans. He was your good girl after all.

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Tags: @minhyuuk, @hwalysm, @atinyszn, @hijeongguk, @mintmoose64, @k-drizzle, @treasure-hwa

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toournextadventure · 6 months

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Ok yk that bomber jacket sam wears, imagine if that was jokers jacket this whole time but after letting Tara borrow it one day she left it out and when Sam asked about it. Maybe Tara said she got it for her because she needed one sam thinking tara was being sweet and hugs her. Ik joker was just miserable after learning about it because they just got that jacket n its comfy. They even stitched their name, smiley face, or something inside it but Sam didn’t notice

How would joker bring it up to sam? And how would the gang/family react to joker telling sam she could keep it because it looks good on her, /joker my just drop dead from saying it out loud/ -🛸

Joker would not hesitate, they would fully blurt out, AT THE FAMILY TABLE, "just because you're cute in my jacket doesn't mean you can break the rules. Only people who FUCK ME get to wear my clothes, Carpenter"

Pandemonium erupts. Mindy and Anika can't breathe, they're dying. Chad blushes and can't look at Joker. Kirby is trying to act stern even though she really wants to chuckle. Tara is trying to crawl across the table to slap the ever loving hell out of Joker. Ma is in the process of joining her. Everyone else is either scolding, laughing, or yelling at Joker "gotta sleep with the whole family, huh, kid?"

Pop and Gale don't even bat an eye. This is just a typical Tuesday dinner at the house

#tara answers #🛸

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integra1127grimmreaper · 8 months

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You'll Never Know

Ike Evans Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: angst, etc.

Summary: You're forced to attend a new year's party with your husband, causing old feelings to flood back when seeing the man that broke your heart four years ago. Inspired by- Mindy McCready's - You'll Never Know.

A/N: Based off; Would you hold it against me universe. Can be read as stand-alone.

I bought a new red dress to lift my spirits up And just like you did, honey, it cost me way too much Next time you see me, I'll bet you'll take a second look You'll wonder why I look so good

You absolutely dreaded having to be at this cursed place, the place that would have been your home had life not fucked you over. What you dreaded the most though, was running into him again after all these years.

Life wasn't fair though, you learnt that the hard way. So, here you were; forced to ring-in the new year at the Miramar Playa, home to the man that broke your heart four years ago.

Why where you here though? It's quite simple; you were accompanying your husband.

You smile at your reflection in the mirror as you think of him.

Ben was a good man, a good husband and father too. You found yourself blessed to have him in your life, in your daughter's life. You had solely believed finding someone that loved you weren't in the cards for you, but then Ben came along.

Marrying Ben Diamond was the best thing, aside from having your daughter, to have happen to you. But at this instance, you might be doubting it a little.

It'll be fine. You reassure yourself while rolling your shoulders backward a few times in attempt to calm down.

The place it packed full. What are the chances of running into him?

With those words in mind, you give yourself a once-over in the mirror and head out the restroom to join the new year's celebration hosted this evening inside the walls of the Miramar.

You'll never know how much I miss you, you won't see it in my face You'll never know I'll never find another that could take your place 'Cause I'll be smiling when I see you, my tears won't ever show Yeah, I might always love you But you'll never know

Fate was not on your side this evening it seemed though, because when you exited the restroom, just a few feet away from you, there he stood.

He had his back toward you, but you would recognize that tall broad-shouldered form of his anywhere, anytime.

He hasn't seen you. Move before he does though!

Taking a deep breath, you take a step forward to go to your table, but you're stop instantly in your tracks when he turns around to directly face you then.

Don't acknowledge him. Don't acknowledge him. You internally remind yourself as you stared him dead in the eyes.

When I saw you out last night, you seemed so surprised That I could walk right by and not blink an eye To look at me, you probably think I'm doing fine Good thing you can't read my mind

You stare at Ike as if looking at a stranger, breaking eye contact then to stare pass him as if you're looking for someone. Panic rushes through your veins like ice water when noticing from your peripheral vision, that he was making his way towards you.

Fuck! No! Run!

You were shitting yourself as you thought of a thousand ways in which to escape from the room before he could reach you. Then as if sent by God himself; Ben entered from another direction, calling Ike's attention away from you then.

You let out a sigh of relief at your husband saving you from an extremely awkward situation, panicking just a bit still at the fact that Ben might call you over if he saw you. So, before either of them could realize; you hightailed it back to the rest to wait it out.

* You'll never know how much I miss you, you won't see it in my face You'll never know I'll never find another that could take your place 'Cause I'll be smiling when I see you, my tears won't ever show Yeah, I might always love you But you'll never know...

You sat on the luxurious sofa in the restroom, silently playing with your fingers as you waited it out to go back into party. Hearing the music from Frank Sinatra playing, you knew it was safe to head to your table.

"What took you so long, Sweetheart?" Ben enquires as he pulls out a chair for you.

"There was a long line" you answer, smiling when he presses a kiss to your cheek when seated.

Ben returns the smile, gently brushing your hair aside to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck then.

"I missed you..."

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, turning fully towards him; you press your lips against his.

"I missed you too."

Breaking away from the kiss, Ben beams happily at you and turns back toward watching the show again.

Feeling a lot more at ease, you reach out for your wine glass and direct your attention toward the show as well, but not before your eyes land onto Ike's table that had his wife and children seated at.

He's moved on and so have you.

Nxt

#ike evans #ike x reader #ike x y/n #magic city #isaac evans #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm

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msookyspooky · 2 months

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Spooky!!!!! Can you plz share your thoughts on Neve Campbell returning to scream? 👀

(Sorry if you've answered this already!)

Ps I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE ur series so much - ur writing is SOOOO good 🥹 The last chapter tore out my HEART but has me kicking my feet GIGGLING at the same time - I genuinely wish u the absolute best bc you are AMAZING 💗

OMG THANK YOU!! I appreciate that especially since I was lowkey a bit weary of even adding Billy and YN at the end but damn we're 4 books in this has to happen eventually 😭🥴 I swear that the latest chapter is actually done (Just proofreading) but the plot is so heavy so damn 'wtf' that I'm writing the next chapter because I wanna make sure this pieces together smoothly cause there is no going back afterwards. So I swear I ain't dragging my feet TOO much 😅 But I'm giddy and nervous to post bc omg I don't think yall are ready 😗🤭

That is...just complicated. I love the idea of Sidney returning but not for this movie simply because of how they handled Melissa. Idc what side of the aisle you're on firing someone for speaking their mind on their Insta instead of being a meek media darling will always rub me the wrong way.

ANNNNDDD these Producers and Executives have lowkey butchered Scream in so many ways since Wes Craven passed and the fact that they made Sidney have less screen time in 5 not only for ageism in my humble opinion and money hungry greed to replace her with younger actresses no one asked for (Sorry I was all pissed they killed Dewey just to replace him with Chad even if I love Chad and got rid of Neve for the sake of 'new chapter' bs with a Billy's daughter trope if they were gonna do that they should've went with Scream 4's original plot IMO OR Sidney's daughters and Mark etc)

THEN by 6 we got very use to them and Sam became a beloved character that we could live with her and Tara being the new final girls just to shitcan them (Jenna walked from what I remember good for her) over an opinion that wasn't stated rudely or anything just talking about the kids involved in this war and they treat her as badly as they did Neve cutting Neve's pay and tossing her aside just for Neve to agree to come back???

Man, I'm sorry I am not a Neve lover nor hater but my pride could never. Guess that's why I'm not in Hollywood or loaded bc I would NEVER sign onto a movie that publicly humiliated me by basically saying I'm not worth the pay, then treating a younger co-star so poorly, then signing back on because they paid me what I should've probably gotten paid in the first place. My Manager and PR team could bite me...Probably why I'm a struggling artist instead lol

I do not hate Neve for this choice because ik money is money but it's disappointing.

And honestly? I have BEEN vocal how Scream 5 is by far my least favorite and they suckered us in with nostalgia and Scream 6 was GREAT except for the ending with the killers being so...Wattpad to be blunt coming from a wattpad fanfic writer. Hate or love Jill Roberts but she was a great Ghostface and it's so OBVIOUS what movies Craven worked on versus not. The killers in 6 COULD have been great too had it not been for them related to Richie (Who is my least favorite GF by far) and how fanfiction both latest installments feel with reveals. Scream 3 did too but Scream 3 purposely did not take itself seriously while 5 and 6 did except for Mindy as comic relief.

Of course this is my opinion and thank you for asking I'm honored you wanna hear my rinky dink opinion but I am not looking forward to 7. Scream 6 may not be my favorite but it is top 3 for me up until the reveal and Sam letting go of the mask and choosing a path to the future feels like the perfect ending! Franchise is done! Move on!

These movies are not like Friday the 13th of TCM with new victims these are stories tying in the victims and making 7 with the political climate rn and how they got rid of THE TWO NEW FINAL GIRLS just to beg Sidney to make a comback while probably having the safest most generic plot with how many changes they probably had to make after the characters were gotten rid of.

I'm just not hyped for Scream 7 and probably won't watch it. Ya know, all good things have to come to an end. Even this fic in time has to end. And I think the execs bit off more than they can chew and are backpedaling instead of doing the reasonable thing and canceling and I hate that Neve and some writers etc are on board still

And let's be real; Scream is getting less believable with tech. 96? Yeah, I could see it! 2000's? Sure! But 2020 onward? With smartphones and smarthomes and ringdoorbells and dna collected its time to say good bye to something that has to move on! Scream 6 did a descent job with the multiple GF and Scream 4 despite me not liking it they did it best as far as preparing future Scream for the murders. Not to get away with it but to be caught and sell the footage. They SERIOUSLY could've ended at 4 and I would accept it :/

But whatever, they're still decent movies but 7 is just one I have no interest in truly watching. For me personally but thank you for asking and listening to me rant and hopefully if you want cheesy overdone meta tropes my fic will do the trick rather than the movies 😅🤞🖤

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On the Verge: Ike Barinholtz and David Stassen

Ike Barinholtz and David Stassen have been planning their Hollywood takeover for a long time. Like, more than three decades, which is pretty long. After meeting at a Chicago summer camp in the late 1980s, the two ended up moving to Los Angeles together and trying to make it in the film business. Success came slowly, then quickly, as Barinholtz made a name for himself as a gifted comedic actor and improviser, and Stassen found work as a writer and director. The two collaborated throughout, including on the hit show The Mindy Project, on which Barinholtz starred, and more recently, Hulu’s History of the World: Part II. Now, they’re the co-writers of the indie political satire Maximum Truth, in which Barinholtz stars and Stassen directs. The movie follows Barinholtz’s hapless political grifter and his even dumber partner (Dylan O’Brien) as they futilely try to dig up dirt on a rival candidate. Maximum Truth opened Friday, June 23, on VOD. The pair chatted with us via Zoom.

The movie is interesting in that it is incredibly abrasive, and yet it’s also very funny. Those two don’t always go together.

David Stassen: Thank you. We’re often called abrasive, less so successfully funny.

In this case, it works. How did you guys connect in the first place?

DS: Well, the two of us go back to summer camp.

Ike Barinholtz: I still remember the day in like 1989 on the camp school bus where Dave turned to me and said, ‘One day, you and I are going to make a film called Maximum Truth.’ And I said, ‘What?’ And then here we are. And it’s a testament to our commitment to each other and our commitment to this project that we are now finally presenting it.

But seriously, folks. You guys have worked together a lot. Where did the initial germ of the idea come from?

IB: Sometime last year, Dave and I were talking and I think we’ve always been very attracted to losers.

Ike, you have a unique talent for playing guys who have a level of, let’s say, self-confidence that they have not necessarily earned.

IB: (laughs) That’s a very nice way of saying I play losers.

Well…

IB: When losers get into the grifting business, we think that’s like a very interesting world that we’re just very intrigued by. Thanks to late-stage capitalism, it’s sort of a golden age of con artists, I think, and to us, the ones that are the most pathetic are the ones that kind of live in the political space. We looked at a lot of these kinds of characters that are out there in the world and started talking about like, oh, let’s just do a movie about these two complete dumbasses trying to destroy someone’s career.

What was the impetus behind making it a mockumentary style?

DS: I think it’s politics. You know, you would see a documentary following a political candidate or movement and part of it was you want it to be like a commentary on current times.

IB: I just gotta say, even similar political satires, like Bob Roberts or Tanner ’88, which is kind of a deep cut, just the feeling of being around a lot of these operatives, that mockumentary form lends itself to it. You just feel like you’re in the room with these people and you want to get out of that room.

Dylan O’Brien plays your partner, and you two look like you’re having a lot of fun.

IB: I was a fan of Dylan’s, and he just has a perfect look of one of these guys who’s like, I’m a good-looking guy. I’m gonna try to capitalize on that a little bit. But I’m also kind of dumb, you know what I mean? We met with him and he got it right away. And you’re right, it was some of the hardest I’ve ever laughed, making anything. I mean, some of these scenes are just so, so deeply troubling and stupid, and Dylan was perfect. When we were shooting some of those scenes, we just couldn’t hold it together.

The rest of the cast is pretty amazing. You have cameos from the likes of Seth Rogen, Max Minghella, Kelvin Yu and Kiernan Shipka, and strong supporting work from Beth Grant, Brianna Baker, Jena Friedman and Mark Proksch, among others. How did it all come together? Did you audition with anyone?

DS: We didn’t audition anyone, we just made a very targeted list of people that we wanted. It kind of hones in on how you have to write a movie like this, where you’re going to shoot in a small amount of time with [a] limited budget. Then, how are you gonna get your friends to come and play? We just got so lucky that everyone got what we were trying to do with this and wanted to come to set for a day or two and have fun.

It feels like there’s a lot of improv in this movie. Was that always the intention?

IB: We like to shoot what’s on the page and make sure we get that because we know on some level that works, but then my whole background is improv and I think people know they’re gonna get to come and have some fun and get to do some things that they might normally not get to do. And, this movie in particular, when we were creating it, we knew we’re dealing in a very despicable world. Everyone who’s within this infrastructure is pretty gross. Kiernan said, ‘I never get to play anything like this.’

Now this thing you’ve birthed is out in the world. What’s next?

IB: We reunited with our old friend Mindy Kaling. You might’ve heard of her. We were in the midst of doing a new TV series that’s all about the world of basketball and family business. We had to stop that due to the strike. Right now, we’re kind of focused on the strike. Hopefully, cooler heads will prevail and we can get a good deal and come back and finish that and keep telling other weird little stories.

#dylan o'brien #maximum truth press #maximum truth cast #ike barinholtz #david stassen

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bchemiqn · 1 year

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bucket watches scream 5

i have a bad case of anxiety and cannot really handle horror movies but i will do anything for my hyperfixations and its currently Jenna Ortega and Wednesday so i’m watching scream 5 rn and will be live tweeting (live blogging???) here lol. exposure therapy ig…

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 5 AHEAD!!

okay so i already saw some spoilers so ik who the killer is LMAO.

“Looking fetching” LMAO WHAT IS THAT KIND OF PHRASE ???

Jenna has impeccable acting just saying

girlie got stabbed and just PUNCHES THE DUDE LMAO LOVE THAT FOR HER

my god that jump-scare scared the shit out of me. OH MY GOD THROUGH HER HAND????

Jenna should play a final girl sometime, she’d be perfect (ik she survived in the babysitter killer queen but okay)

ah good, Jenna is still alive whoop whoop

everyone is suspicious but ik that that’s the point lol.

Jenna looks like a corpse lmaoo

AMBER SHES THE KILLER RIGHT???

Sam, we love Sam. We don’t love Amber.

ah yes i kinda hoped he would die.

Sam’s bf watching Stabs while sitting in the hospital next to his gf’s sister who just got stabbed has got to be the weirdest thing ever…

OH SHE HALLUCINATING, OH SHE NOT HALLUCINATING.

i know the secret too i think (this is a guess), Sam is the child of one of the previous killers (I’m guessing billy loomis?)

I FUCKING KNEW IT AAAHH.

Jenna’s acting… so good!

eyo thats Sidney!

mindy went on a whole monologue i love her call me crazy but sounds like a hyperfixation rant

damn those hallucinations really be hallucinating good.

i feel a jump-scare coming, i was right.

oooo mr wallows is gonna die isnt he

oh should’ve seen the mom coming tbh. gosh so much blood… so many stabs

this whole scene of mr wallows walking around his kitchen but nothing happening is giving me the heebie jeebies :(

AH GHOSTFACE IS IN THE HOUSE… that seems like such a horrible way to die tbh… also omg how graphic :(

EYO COURTENEY COX AAHH

Gale x Dewey redemption pls 🙏

stupid police

girlie why u getting out of bed ur barely alive. i feel so sorry for Tara omg. but again… impeccable acting wow.

uhoh there goes Richie…

impeccable timing whoop whoop.

NO NOT DEWEY, YESSS YOU GO DEWEY, NO DEWEY WHY R U GOING BACK??? NO DEWEY WHYYYY MY GOD HOW GRUESOME :(((

ig we’re not getting that Gale x Dewey redemption :(

SIDNEY CAME BACK??? GIRL LITERALLY THE LAST THING SHE SHOULDVE DONE.

Tara and Sam have such a sweet relationship bye :(

Gale and Sidney is a comedic due lol

Naw poor Tara with her astma

DID HE GET STABBED IN THE BALLS ??? Okay it was his leg great. why is the killer so aGRESSIVE WITH THE STABS???

also can i just say, no one besides Jenna even looks remotely like a teenager oh my god

“Hi GenZ” LMAO THIS DUDE

if I didn’t already know who it was, pink haired girlie would look reaaaallyy suspicious rn.

OH MY GOD THEYRE AT THE OG HOUSE??? THATS SO GOOD???

nooo not Mindy we love her

OH MY GOODDD THAT REVEAL WAS SO FUN???

“I’m not the fucking killer” “yeah i know” *shoots* AAAHH I LOVE IT

uhoh there goes Gale.

aw poor Tara, SAM WHY ARENT U CUTTING TARA LOOSE??

AH SIDNEY NO

OH MY GOD IT WAS RICHIE TOO FINWIDNWI WHAAATT WHAT IS THE CONNECTION BETWEEN HIM AND AMBER??? Oh subreddit wow…

UHOH SIDNEY

GO TARA GO TARA!!!

oh Amber has to be set on fire because of the hand sanitizer setup… I KNEW ITTT

i wanna be covered in blood and pretend stab someone too… someone cast me in a horror movie rn pls

Tara and Sam hugging :,) i love them

AHH MINDY AND CHAD SURVIVED FUCK YEAAAH

we love the og final girl x new final girl

Hearing the wallows at the end is such a wake-up call after a slasher horror movie LMAOO??

okay this was great for my reintroduction into horror (believe it or not i was very into horror when i was younger)! overall a 8/10 tbh

I’ll definitely be watching Scream 6 in theaters!

#scream 5 #scream #scream 5 spoilers #live blog #scream 5 live blog

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beverlysimp · 2 years

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⚠️ SPOILERS FOR SCREAM FIVE ARE BELOW ⚠️

ok so like the movie was ok

so they kinda danced on the fact that Sam is billy loomis’ kid for the entire film and I wanna know who the mom is like rn

also no hate to that actress who played Sam but ion think she was the right person for this film

i thought that Jenna Ortega did a good job acting but it was a lot more of heavy breathing and not like whimpering and other shit you do when hurt

um I like that that liv girl died bc she was pretty damn annoying and the Vince dude

i think everyone kinda knew that Richie was gonna be a killer but at the same time I really liked him

amber was easy to tell from the start bc she was just so controlling but like there was no way she would be able to take out Wes and the jock dude but she somehow managed to take out dewey (ion rly understand that)

both amber and richie’s motives were like the same as mikey’s in the 2 movie and bc of there motives that it’s just for a sequel or requel that is how you can tell that they are real psychopaths bc their motive was just for another movie

um ion like the fact that Richie is like probs 22 and amber and is like 17-18 bc at the end it kinda sounds like they are dating cause they keep saying baby and honey and shit like how tf did they meet (I’m gonna say it was bc of a fandom website or sum) it’s not that I think its weird to be dating and be a couple years apart but if amber rly was that young than to me it kinda is (plus it would be illegal if she was actually 17)

I rly don’t like that it was gale and Sidney that killed amber cause it was basically two 40 or 50 year olds killing a child that just didn’t sit right with me

i literally loved the randy meeks memorial and they brought back Martha Meeks like AHHHHHH😻

I love that mindy (the girl twin) was like totally obsessed with how to analyze all the movie stuff like randy

i especially love that one line where dewey is like “your all suspects“ in a serious tone and shit and then there comes Martha saying “randy would be so proud“ like oml 😃

i also hate that they killed dewey cause him and randy were always my favorites BUT ig all main characters have to die eventually

i def liked that Sam didn’t doubt her sister and still untied her (like she did for a second but like who would put themselves through that much pain just to kill a couple ppl)

i like that most of the deaths were pretty gruesome

that part where Sam saw the knife and was gonna kill Richie my dumbass seriously thought she was going for the umbrella like in the first movie where sid killed billy 😭

amber, Richie, mindy, and Wes were my favorites (ik two of them are killers sadly)

mindy seems to be apart of the lgbtq community bc she was making out with a girl (doesn’t rly say anything abt being gay or sum tho) and she was wearing a gay heart pin (ion know if shes gay, lesbian, pan, bi, ect.)

I am in love with mindy ngl 😋

that little scene where mindy is holding a thumbs up to her brother when they are getting the medical help is just adorable

I WAS ALSO MADLY IN LOVE WITH WES BUT THEY HAS TO KILL HIM AND I WAS SO MAD I MEAN I KINDA SAW IT COMING BUT LIKE C’MON MAN 😡

ALSO WES’ MOM WAS JUST TRYING TO PROTECT HER SON LIKE THAT WAS A VERY SAD DEATH

and the house they used for the movie didn’t rly look like the original one (ion rly expect them to have actually used the original one anyway)

I ALSO WISH THAT STU COULD HAVE BEEN IN THE MOVIE ION KNOW IF IT WAS SUM WITH THE ACTOR BEING BUSY BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN COOL TO SEE HIM

and how the hell would anyone like actually know that sam‘s father was billy like gosh dang did her mom say stuff when she was drunk or did Sam tell richie and he told amber or probably sum like that

overall the movie was ok and I’m rly gonna blame this on the writers bc I swear after the third scream the writers kinda got sloppy

AND ALSO IM SORRY IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME ON ANY OF THESE ITS JUST MY OPINION PLS DONT GET MAD

#scream #scream 5 #gale weatherspoon #Sidney Prescott #Mindy Meeks #Wes hicks #martha meeks #dwight Dewey Riley #deputy dewey #Ghostface

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Bloody

Roman Sionis x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: graphic murder like GRAPHIC, smut, blood lots of blood, Roman basically

Author’s Note: This was absurdly fun to write like maybe i’m a little violent maybe I’m just in love with this asshole

Requested: by anon, Hi I know I are not writing for a week but i just want to request something and I can wait !!!Ik u haven’t seen the movie yet and hopefully that won’t spoil anything !!A Roman x reader who is just as sadistic and crazy as him where they are killing together with smut at the end plz!!(if u are comfortable with it)Love ur blog btw❤️🥰💙

Summary: the request!

Genre: smutty murder

Song:

(not my gif)

“What do you mean?” Roman demanded, staring at the man who was talking to him. He didn’t know the man's name but considering how annoyed he was making Roman he figured he would never bother to learn it. You looked up from your spot, sitting on one of the clubs tables. Your dress, form fitting and tight, landed just under your ass and the straps were revealing. It was one of Romans favorite dresses on you. He had bought it and there were no holes yet. The tights that went with them had been long discarded through.

“The guy backed out Mr.Sionis,” he muttered, obviously fearing for his life. Romans face fell and the anger came over his face. You slid off the table, ignoring the men who pouted as you left. Your heels hit the floor heavily as you walked across the room. Your hand fell onto Romans shoulder and you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Let me help this time,” you whispered, voice filled with lust. Roman, still shook up from one of his associates backing out could barely register your voice but you were able to get through to him. The man who had told him gave you a thankful look but you just chewed on your gum, giving him a lipstick rimmed smile.

“Tell Victor to grab him and bring him back to the warehouse. And whoever else is with him for that matter,” Roman demanded and the man scampered away. Your touch didn’t leave his and he finally turned to look at your pouting face. His smile returned when he saw how amped up you were by this and his hands landed on your lower back, showing you closer to him.

“Roman, hot stuff, not in front of everyone,” you teased even though a smile was dancing on your face and you slightly grinded yourself onto him. He gave you a careful look and a hand reached up to caress your face.

“They know who you belong to,” he sneered. You giggled and kissed his neck tenderly and slowly which you know drove him insane.

“Yes they do baby yes they do,” you muttered through your teeth, kissing his jaw.

If it wasn’t for him being so busy he would have taken you right then and there without any questions but there was someone he needed to kill first and you were coming to help him.

It was only an hour later that Victor called him to tell them they had the businessman and the few girls who were with them. Roman had a driver take the two of you down to the warehouse. You had helped out before but never with someone so important. You had a jump in your step as you walked in.

You grabbed your favorite knife off the nightstand where you kept it before you left and held it in your hands now, your knuckles white as you pounced forward with a smile. The man hung upside down in between two girls.

“Oh no fucking way,” Roman muttered, laughing lowly. You raised an eyebrow and turned to him as you walked to right beside the man.

“What?” you asked, voice high.

“I’ve slept with her before. Mindy? Cindy?” You growled involuntarily.

“Then she’s mine for sure,” you sneered, taking your knife and placing it on top of her chin as she hung upside down. Her tears were stained with mascara. You smiled.

“Go ahead darling,” he said and your smile only grew. With each tear and half scream that came out of her muffled mouth you went a little deeper.

“Did you like his dick? It’s good ain’t it?” you whispered, your mouth almost lined up with hers. She shut her eyes tightly. “It’s gonna be the death of me one day I swear,” you said shaking your head with a small remnant smile. “Definitely gonna be the death of you huh.”

You gave it a good hard slash before moving slowly again. The flesh of her face came off easier than you thought it would. Perks of going slow. You moved on to the other girl and did her quicker.

“And the man of the hour!” Roman said, grabbing the man's hair and lifting his face up to look at Roman. You smiled and Roman grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. “All you baby.”

You clapped your hands and did another show job at it.

“Don’t mess with Mr.Sionis,” you whispered, a crazed look in your eyes. When he was long gone you backed up, blood staining your hands. “Awe fuck, I liked this dress,” you muttered seeing the blood on the bottom half.

“Let’s take it off then...been thinking about that since the club earlier,” he muttered against your neck. You shivered against his touch and let him put a hand under your dress, grabbing your underwear. You gasped and grabbed him tightly, the blood on your hands smearing onto his neck.

“Oh let's get out of here,” you muttered.

“That sounds like an amazing idea.”

You stumbled back to the car and just managed to keep it together for him to only finger you before you got back. You ran up the stairs and he followed close behind. You shed your clothes quicker than you ever had before and by the time you looked up Roman was naked as well. You shoved him back onto the bed and your bloody hands ran down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. You straddled him and kissed him harshly.

“Watching you kill those people...fuck I’ve never wanted to be inside you so bad,” he growled. You smiled and bit your lip, lowering yourself onto his dick. You started a harsh pace almost immediately, wanting to do this all day.

“Oh Roman,” you breathed.

“Come on baby,” he sneered and guided your hips quicker. It didn’t take either of you very long to come at all and it was almost easier that way, the two of you moving and then coming at all once, together.

When you finished you didn’t move out of him, instead admiring his bloodied and messy demeanor.

“Oh Roman,” you hissed and he kissed you again.

“That knife is the best thing I’ve ever bought you,” he told you. You kissed his neck again.

“I know.”

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing , @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats @starwarsprequelfangirl

#roman sionis imagines #roman sionis x reader

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2whatcom-blog · 5 years

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The Nice Starvation and the Randomness of the World

That is the fifth excerpt from a work-in-progress tentatively titled Science & Subjectivity. It is a quasi-fictional account of a day within the lifetime of a science author who teaches at an engineering faculty in Hoboken, New Jersey. I name it "faction," anthropologist Clifford Geertz's time period for imaginative writing about actual folks, locations and occasions. The earlier 4 excerpts describe a morning commute, a freshman humanities class, an argument over lunch concerning the nature of fact and a journey from Hoboken to New York Metropolis. The excerpt under describes what occurs after the science author leaves the World Monetary Heart ferry terminal in decrease Manhattan. -John Horgan I go away the ferry terminal and enter Battery Park, headed for Emily's condo, vowing to not see my route as merely a method to an finish. I am going to concentrate, admire the route for its personal sake. However to what ought to I listen? Timber? Flowers? Pedestrians? Pets? The duck pond deserves consideration. The geese inhabit two worlds, heads and backs above water, bellies and webbed ft under, with the ghostly orange goldfish. I watch a black lady watching a white toddler watching a duck till the lady eyes me. This breach within the fourth wall unnerves me. I head inland towards a hulking fortress of slate and glass slabs, the Irish Starvation Memorial. Ringing the memorial is a courtyard of black stones with pale crescent-shaped markings, cross sections of historical shells. Are these fossil-laden stones supposed to evoke deep time? Present a soothing reminder of the transience of human tribulations? No matter occurs, irrespective of how unhealthy, don't be concerned about it, this too shall go, we'll all be lifeless some day, like these primordial fossilized creatures? That is not soothing, that is nihilistic. No, this memorial desires us to remember--to care about--the Nice Starvation, the famine that ravaged the land of my ancestors within the 19th century. Inscriptions etched into glass slabs file the inhabitants's collapse: 4,040,000 folks in 1790, 8,175,124 in 1841, down to five,174,836 in 1881. The Brits let the Irish starve however saved darn good information. The famine drove my nice grandpa from Eire to America when he was only a boy. He sailed from Dublin to New York Metropolis, funneled via Ellis Island, grew to become a builder of slaughterhouses and hearth stations, drank himself to demise on the daybreak of the Nice Despair, abandoning my grandpa, father of my father. If the British had not been so callous towards the Irish, if the Nice Irish Famine had not occurred, I might not be standing right here Starvation Memorial. I might not exist. Rerun the experiment of life on Earth 1,000,000 occasions over, mentioned Gould, guru of contingency, and nothing would ever be the identical, as a result of evolution depends upon randomness, rolls of the cube. You'd by no means once more get mammals, not to mention mammals that invent writing and math and science. Not to mention science journalism. How seemingly is that? Physics, because it was quantized, is much more random than biology. Our world is the end result of infinite rolls of the cube, beginning with the Large Bang, the roll that acquired all the things rolling. If there's a God, He is simply the Large Curler, who has no extra thought the place we're headed than we do. Quotes from large human rollers cowl a wall of the Memorial. This is one from Dwight Eisenhower. "Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed." Good speech, Ike, however why did you let that maniac Joe McCarthy run amok? Drag us into the mess of Vietnam? Make that murderous Quaker Nixon your vp? Log out on an enormous H-bomb buildup? We had been one roll of the cube away from the top. And this is Jimmy Carter: "We know that a peaceful world cannot long exist one third rich and two thirds hungry." Good sentiment, however warfare begets starvation greater than vice versa. Churchill throughout World Warfare II confiscated a lot Indian grain for British troops and civilians that tens of millions of Indians starved. The Brits cared even much less about Indians than they did concerning the Irish. As I stare on the Memorial, brooding over humanity's inhumanity, a lithe, tanned lady jogs previous me in a halter-top and silky shorts. She's burning energy to remain match. Lust curdles into resentment towards her and the suited women and men strolling previous me, or sitting at a sidewalk cafe, sipping cocktails and nibbling hors d'oeuvres, throughout the road from the Starvation Memorial. They're most likely bankers, making tens of millions whereas others have awful jobs, well being care, colleges, properties. Bankers assume they're higher than the remainder of us, however they're worse. They're unhealthy folks. Wait. Analyze the difficulty calmly, rationally, with out emotion, the way in which Peter Singer would. Give capitalism credit score for rising international prosperity, the decline of poverty. That is an enormous step ahead for humanity, together with longer life, extra democracy, much less warfare. Issues are getting higher! And bankers aren't all unhealthy. Bankers with Irish blood most likely put up the bucks for this beautiful Starvation Memorial. Singer would most likely say, As a substitute of losing cash remembering the lifeless, assist residing ravenous folks. Singer is so good at laying guilt journeys on us. Think about you are strolling via a park and also you see a child drowning in a pond. You are sporting a brand-new go well with. Do you let the child drown? After all not. You bounce in, save the child, damage your go well with. Solely a monster would hold strolling. Then Singer springs his "Gotcha": In case you spend cash on fancy garments, vehicles, TVs, computer systems, eating places, holidays, stuff you do not really want, you are a monster, since you may spend that cash saving ravenous third-world youngsters. Singer's argument made me really feel so responsible that I grasped for counter-arguments to justify my $150 trainers. I do not eat out a lot, I often put on denims and t-shirts, I drive a Prius. And I ought to get ethical credit score, as a result of I write about how unhealthy warfare is... Okay, that is bullshit. This is one other argument. You may't let humanity's struggling hold you from having fun with your individual life. Pity can develop into pathology. Have a look at Simone Weil, who starved herself to demise to protest remedy of the victims of World Warfare II. What good did that do? Individuals endure and die, however life and the pursuit of happiness should go on. It is like Bruegel's portray of Icarus. He is tumbling into the ocean, drowning, and nobody notices, and that is correctly, life should go on. What good do do-gooders do, actually? Like these antiwar activists I met at a rally who did severe jail time, a yr or extra, for breaking into drone crops and missile websites. They organized upfront for mates to deal with their youngsters. I love your braveness and dedication, I informed them. However I believed, I might by no means abandon my youngsters for a trigger, and what did your protests accomplish? Do-gooders are simply rolling the cube. Even the noblest memes, as soon as they begin propagating, can mutate into one thing ugly. Christ's message of affection evokes the Crusades and Inquisition. Marx's imaginative and prescient of equality and justice results in the gulag. Who will save us from our saviors? Higher have a tendency your individual backyard than attempt to terra-form the planet. I am rationalizing, as a result of I am too lazy, egocentric, cowardly to surrender my creature comforts, not to mention my life, for an thought. Sufficient guilt! I bolt from the Starvation Memorial and head east on Warren Avenue, the place I confront an infinite, Seurat-like tableau. Scores of ladies and boys in multi-colored shorts and shirts chase balls on an infinite emerald subject punctuated by blue and white stripes, yellow cones and nets. Males in enterprise fits yell, "Run! Run! Pass! Shoot! Good!" A girl in a slinky silver cocktail sheath kicks a ball forwards and backwards with a purple-uniformed teen. The lady claps her palms and shouts, "Yeah, yeah!" Busy, profitable women and men taking the time to teach their youngsters, assist them excel, in order that they'll develop as much as be busy, profitable women and men. However you could be a nice guardian and your child finally ends up dumb, disabled, depressed. Or imply. What's worse, your child turning into a mild, unhappy failure or joyful psychopath? A troublesome alternative, however I would most likely go together with psychopath. You need your child to be completely satisfied, proper? Even when he hurts others? I hate scientists who say genes are future, however there is a kernel of fact in bio-determinism. Some youngsters appear born unhealthy. Mike and Mindy are great folks and oldsters. They doted on their daughter, Kendra, and she or he nonetheless grew to become a junkie by 15. Mike and Mindy blew their financial savings on swank rehab facilities all throughout the nation, in useless. After they introduced Kendra residence to dwell with them, she stole from them, introduced unusual males into the home, overdosed in her bed room when she was 20. What would Peter Singer do if his daughter acquired hooked on heroin? Spend $50,000 on rehab when she'll most likely relapse anyway? Or ship the cash to Oxfam to avoid wasting numerous sick, hungry youngsters? Plug that riddle into your utilitarian calculator. The lady within the slinky silver gown is now not kicking the ball along with her son. She's observing me. She digs me. No, she thinks I am a creep testing youngsters in shorts. Time to maneuver. There's an upside to genetic determinism: In case your child messes up, it is not your fault. The cube simply did not roll your method. 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