#saw a video about someone ghosting her best friend

[shadow-von-vamp]

i think if you find it inherently wrong for a man to have girl friends when he’s also in a romantic relationship with a girl you’re the problem actually

#saw a video about someone ghosting her best friend #cause he got a girlfriend and she could tell she was insecure about their friendship #and the first comment is #‘it hurts but that’s how it has to be’ #NO IT DOESNT #and other people are saying being upset your s/o has friendships with the opposite sex is reasonable #NO ITS NOT #having friendships with people is normal? #maybe y’all should go to therapy instead of making your s/o remove people from their lives??

[twirlyleafs]

“Dance the night away.”

Lando Norris x reader

TW: idk, a bit sexual? alcohol

A/N: just a short piece bc I couldn’t stop thinking about that video of Lando DJing. It has me in a chokehold ngl

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From the second you stepped into the club a few hours ago you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for more than a brief moment, when you accidentally bumped into each other at the bar. He’d spotted you first, recognizing the back of your head as you leaned over the bar ordering shots for you and your friends. When his arms wrapped around your waist from behind you were a second away from elbowing your way out of the embrace, then you heard his voice in your ear muttering something about how hot you looked. Lando quickly payed for your drinks and after a few affectionate kisses and a playful pinch to your behind he disappeared into the crowd again. You were left smiling to yourself, loving the way you two trusted each other enough to do your separate things during nights out. You had your friends, he had his. You knew he’d find you when it was time to leave, like always you’d suddenly feel his hands on your hips, lips ghosting over your neck as he practically begged you to go home. You also knew you’d be wrapped up in his arms all night, and likely all day tomorrow too, making the fact that you usually spent nights out apart not seem so troubling.

Lost in the moment you found yourself immersed in the music and the effortless way your hips swayed to the beat. Your friends swirled around you on the dance floor and you found yourself laughing as you alternated between them, always finding someone to move your body against. Just as your hands found your best friend’s hips your other friend pulled at your arm, making you lean into her. Despite the difficulty in hearing over the loud noises your heart fluttered when Landos name left her lips. Turning to look at her she just grinned, lifting a hand to point across the room. You absentmindedly followed her finger, hips still moving and your best friend’s arms snaking around your waist from behind. The sight had you stopping, freezing right on the dance floor. Effortlessly moving around the dj booth you saw your boyfriend, his cap moved backwards and his toned arm raised in the air as he controlled the flow of music with the other one. You had seen Lando DJ before and while you always found him attractive, especially when he was immersed in something he loved and felt confident in, there was something about him tonight that had you not being able to take your eyes off him. Giggling you let your friends pull you with them closer to the DJ booth, all of you still swaying to the music, and it didn’t take long for Lando to notice you. A grin spread across his face as he looked down at his girlfriend, watching you twirl around to the music he was playing. In some way he liked the way he could control your body from where he was, picking up the beat and seeing your hips follow suit. When your eyes met you offered a sweet smile and he could practically feel himself melt at the sight, the lights illuminating your beautiful face beaming up at him. With a quick nod of his head he motioned for you to come to him and you eagerly complied, quickly making your way through the crowd. You were easily let through and helped up to where Lando was. He must’ve seen you coming because without turning around he reached a hand back, wiggling his fingers for you to grab. You watched him for a second, his shoulders bouncing to the beat, before grasping his hand and letting him pull you closer. Without hesitation Lando positioned you in front of him, your back pressed against his chest as his arms snaked around you to reach all the buttons and knobs on the mixer. As one hand continued working with the music, the other moved to hold your body tight against his. For a brief moment he buried his face against your neck, pressing a few quick kisses against your hot skin and grinning widely as you giggled. When you turned to look at him he saw the twinkle in your eye, a look of pure love and admiration, and he was sure his own gaze mirrored yours. He kissed you softly, almost too tenderly for being amidst the pulsating music of a nightclub, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t tell you, not really wanting to scream affirmations in your ear, but he needed you to be reminded of how much he loved you. You smiled against his lips and he had to physically force himself to pull away and focus back on the mixer table in front of him. You laughed at the slightly bothered look on his face, pressing a quick kiss against his jaw before turning around to lean your back against his chest again. Lando let his cheek rest against your head as he used the mixer, you watching in equal parts confusion and curiosity as his skillful fingers worked their magic. Suddenly his hands moved to wrap around yours and before you knew it he was, without words, showing you how to control and manipulate the music. Your confused frown morphed into a slightly more relaxed one and soon you were giggling, letting your boyfriend use you as some sort of DJ puppet. Lando laughed, obviously enjoying sharing his hobby with you, and he secretly hoped someone was filming this taking place. It was something he wanted to remember.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed at the DJ booth with Lando, but it was at least a few songs. You liked it, liked how you could just let yourself relax against his body while he did something he loved. Lando had one hand on your abdomen, fingers splayed just beneath your breasts, forcing your body to stay flushed against his as you both moved with the music. You had dropped your head back against his shoulder and Lando occasionally pressed hot kisses against the exposed skin, eyes never leaving the mixer table. When one of his kisses suddenly turned into a sneaky bite, teeth pushing against the skin of your shoulder you couldn’t help the way your eyes fluttered close and lips parted. You were thankful for the loud music masking your soft moan, making it go unnoticed by the people around you. Except Lando. He could feel it vibrate through your chest and a giant smirk spread across his face. He was just about to try and draw out another whimper from you when you instead arched your back, pushing your ass right against his crotch all while still swaying your hips. Lando choked on a groan, his hips involuntarily bucking forward slightly to met you.

“Fuck, you can’t do that.” You shivered as he practically growled in your ear, his hand running down your stomach to hold onto your hip instead. Despite what he just said he pressed his fingers into your soft skin, encouraging you to more or less grind back against him. The two of you kept moving together and with every sway of your hips you felt Landos growing arousal against your ass, soon it would be obvious to everyone around you that he was blatantly getting hard. With as much self-control you could muster you turned around in his embrace, Landos eyes flickering from the mixer to your face. His hand snuck down to hold your butt as you leaned up to whisper in his ear, your fingers trailing up his chest and neck. He was shivering even before he heard your voice, the feeling of your nails against his jaw being enough.

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”

When you leaned back you couldn’t help but giggle at the look on your boyfriend’s face, eyes showcasing a mixture of excitement and frustration. He leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, hand squeezing your backside before he corrected you.

“We’re going home.”

#imagine #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lando norris #Lando Norris x reader #Norris x reader #lando x reader #lando imagine #f1 writing #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 #mclaren #f1 x you

[luminoustarlight]

As Fate Would Have It | Chapter Three

Lines are beginning to blur between you and Anakin.

◂ chapter two ▸ chapter four

rating: mature | pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 5.2k | read on ao3

warnings: alcohol, age-gaps, body image insecurities (anakin), sexual fantasies/content, swearing, a little bit of mean anakin

“Tell me everything! Is he everything you thought he’d be? Totally dreamy? All stoic and boss-like? Oh, what does he smell like? Expensive?” 

Your best friend has barely taken off her shoes before bombarding you with questions about your first day working for Anakin Skywalker. You give her a welcoming hug before taking her hand and leading her into the living room. “Come on, I’ve already opened a bottle of wine.” 

Two empty glasses stand next to a middle-shelf Pinot Gris on your coffee table. Sabine takes it upon herself to pour the wine and pulls the granny square blanket from the back of your couch over her lap. She looks like she’s settling in for a bedtime story. 

“Okay, I’m ready. Lay it on me.” 

You situate yourself on the opposite end of the couch and slip your legs under the blanket. You take a small sip of wine before attempting to answer any of Sabine’s questions. Your first day at Skywalker Enterprises went by in a blur. Meeting your boss was not at all how you imagined it would go. It was all so clumsy. Anakin seemed more like an embarrassed school boy than the confident CEO you were expecting. He looked like he saw a ghost when he saw you sitting behind your desk. And then, in the car on the way to his house, he addressed your butt. 

“Let me know if your butt gets too toasty,” he said. It was so incredibly adorable because you could tell he let a little bit of his guard down when he said it. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. Because no sensible boss should talk about his assistant’s butt. Especially not when you’ve only just met each other. You found it endearing. 

But then, after the initial awkwardness faded and you continued talking to each other throughout the day, there was a sense of familiarity about him. The structure of his sentences when he spoke reminded you of someone. You’re just not sure who. 

“He’s not really what I thought he’d be like.”

“How so?” Sabine asks. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, unable to explain the stirring of feelings and emotions in your chest. “He’s… he was sort of awkward when we first met. Like, stuttering and fumbling over his words. Almost as if I made him nervous.” 

Sabine nods slowly with her eyes narrowed. “Go on…” 

“Well, that’s crazy, right? The fact that I could’ve made him nervous?” 

“Not necessarily. Look at you. You didn’t have a successful OnlyFans page for nothing.” 

“Yeah, but he’s in his forties,” you emphasize. You remind yourself of his age nearly every minute to remember how inappropriate it is to be attracted to your boss. Applying for the job was such a bad idea. What made you think you wouldn’t be attracted to him when you saw him in person? Your cheeks get hot as you think about him rounding the car to open your door once you got back to the office after dropping off his son’s pants at school. It was just a common courtesy, not a sign of interest. But damn, was it nice to be on the reciprocating end of something gentlemanly.

“And he’s a dad! I shouldn’t be making dads nervous,” you add. “I mean, I saw a picture of his wife at his house. She was stunning. Stunning, Sabine. High cheekbones, a nice straight nose, a gorgeous smile…” 

“Wait, he’s married?!” Sabine sets down her glass. 

“Widowed.” 

“Oh,” Sabine says sadly. Then her eyebrows perk up. “Oh.” 

“Don’t,” you hold up your finger. “Don’t give me that look. He’s my boss.” 

“But you like him,” Sabine sings. “And from what it sounds like, he likes you too.” 

You cannot let Sabine put the idea of Anakin Skywalker, engineering millionaire, having a measly little crush on you. Because it’s absolutely absurd. He’s him and you’re… you’re just a girl who was uploading videos of herself masturbating for money just last week. Not that there is anything wrong with sex work. It’s empowered you in so many ways, but it was time to find something a bit more steady and reliable. And less physically taxing, to be perfectly honest. 

“Sabine, be serious. I-” your phone pings with a distinct tone that makes you pause. 

New Message from Skyguy81 

“Oh, my God,” you say. 

“What?” Sabine asks. 

“It’s Sky,” you answer her while opening the message.

Sabine eagerly crawls on top of you to peer at your screen. “Sky as in Rich Guy Sky? Did you upload a new video or something? What did he say?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I haven’t uploaded anything since last Thursday. Get off of me so I can read his message.” 

Sabine retreats to her side of the couch as you begin reading to her. 

“I thought about you at work today. I thought about you more than I would like to admit. You have no idea what you do to me, Honey. No idea what I would do to you.” Your tongue feels like sandpaper and your heart is in the bottom of your throat. 

“Oh, shit!” Sabine exclaims. “You’ve got this boy whipped! Honestly, you should just keep making videos for him. He was your best tipper, anyway.” 

“He’s never… he’s never messaged me out of the blue before.” You chug down the last of your wine, thinking you may need some liquid courage for whatever conversation is about to unfold between you and Sky. 

“He wants you,” Sabine says simply. “Make it happen.” 

“I can’t just meet up with someone from OnlyFans. It’s an episode of Dateline waiting to happen.” 

Sabine rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so cynical.” 

“I’m not being cynical, I’m being logical,” you counter. You’d be foolish to risk your life by meeting up with Skyguy81. No matter how nice and genuine he seems over private messages. No matter how much money he has tipped you. There is no guarantee he’s not absolutely creepy and going to kidnap you.

Okay, so maybe you watch too much true crime. That’s why you have to balance it out with The Great British Bake Off. 

“I don’t know. I’m just saying,” Sabine finishes her wine, “you never know. He could be the love of your life.” 

You’re quiet as you contemplate the love of your life. Sabine is the romantic. You’re the realist. You have a hard time believing there’s one person in the world who you’re destined to be with. How do you explain Anakin losing his wife? Was she the love of his life? Is he not supposed to move on and potentially find happiness with someone else? None of it makes sense to you and it’s quite possibly because you’ve never been in love. 

And the image of the person who you might like the opportunity to love is entirely unavailable. 

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It’s times like tonight when Anakin wishes he didn’t raise such inquisitive, curious children. Leia is simply chock-full of questions about her dad’s new assistant. When do they get to meet her? Soon. Is she old like Auntie Dorothy? No. Does she like vintage Disney movies? (Anything before 2010 is “vintage” to Leia). I don’t know. 

Luke, on the other hand, was very disappointed to learn that you were in the car while his dad dropped off a new pair of pants. “You made her wait in the car like a dog?” 

Anakin snorts. “I wouldn’t quite say like a dog, Luke. I was gone for less than five minutes.” 

“Did you at least roll down the window? So she could have fresh air?” Leia joins in on the comical idea of their dad leaving his assistant in his car like a pet. 

“That’s enough out of you two,” Anakin says through a grin. These 9 year olds, man. What is he going to do with them? 

Luke and Leia nod, going back to stabbing their dumplings with their chopsticks. 

“I have one last question.” Leia watches her dumpling precariously dangle on the edge of her chopstick. 

“What is that, princess?” Anakin asks.   

“Is she pretty?” 

Anakin’s pulse is going to burst. It’s a simple question- one that always seems to be on the tip of Leia’s tongue. She wants a woman figure in her life. Soon, she’ll be at the age that is easier to navigate with a maternal presence. Anakin is really not equipped to talk her through menstrual cycles. 

But it’s the nature of who his new assistant is that makes him feel so exposed. He can’t very well tell his children you’re the most beautiful woman he’s seen since his wife. And he definitely can’t tell them that you’ve been in his life not since this morning, but since three years ago when he downloaded OnlyFans. 

Anakin cleans the corners of his mouth with his napkin while he formulates an appropriate response. He’s kept his answers short and simple because if he thinks about you for too long, your figure seeps into his vision, your voice burns in his ears, and he’s unable to focus. 

He feels like such a sleaze for getting hard just by thinking about you. You are so much more than a sexual object. And trust him, he can’t wait to learn about all that makes you you. But morals be damned. He wants you desperately. 

“Yes, Leia. She’s quite pretty,” Anakin finally answers. 

Leia can’t help but dance excitedly in her seat. “I can’t wait to meet her.” 

“I could’ve met her today,” Luke mumbles. “If Dad hadn’t locked her up in the car.” 

Anakin is laughing now. “I have a feeling you are going to be bringing this up for a while.” 

After dinner, the kids clear the dishes and load what they can into the dishwasher. Meanwhile, Anakin does something either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. 

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Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

I thought about you at work today. I thought about you more than I would like to admit. You have no idea what you do to me, Honey. No idea what I would do to you.

Now being 10 pm, it’s been 3 hours since Anakin— or rather, Skyguy81— sent you that message. 

And you still haven’t replied. But you read it. 

And the fact that you’ve read the message but decided not to reply makes Anakin feel so incredibly foolish. What was he thinking? What was he expecting from you? More meaningless flirting? 

Except now it’s not meaningless for him. He’s not sure if it was ever meaningless. But now that he knows who the woman behind HoneySuckle is, it’s completely different. You have a name— which he had to look up in employment records because he’s convinced he actually blacked out when you introduced yourself. You have passions and interests, favorite snacks, and a go-to karaoke song. He wants to know it all. 

And even though he’s going to see you tomorrow, he couldn’t resist the urge to message you on OnlyFans. But since you’ve opted not to reply to him, he’s now wallowing like a teenage boy. 

Ridiculous. He’s better than this, goddamnit! 

Finally deciding to stop staring at his phone, Anakin strips down to take a shower. It’s hard for him not to feel disappointed when he looks at himself in the mirror. Arguably, he’s still in great shape. He lifts weights at the gym at least twice a week, sometimes three if he has the time. He doesn’t have a beer belly, which he considers an accomplishment at his age. But he does have some extra fat around his love handles. He has sun spots on his shoulders from the countless pool days when the twins were younger. And then there are the undeniable lines around his eyes, which are incredibly prominent when he smiles. 

Anakin has never felt particularly insecure about his image before. He’s accepted that his body is not the same 20 year old body it once was. But there’s a new nagging insecurity in the back of his mind.

Is it good enough for you? 

Anakin turns on the water in the shower, needing to wash away all delusions of you and him ever getting together. As soon as he steps one foot on the tile, his phone buzzes. He grabs his phone off of the counter and his heart rate immediately ticks up. 

Hi Sky, I’m sorry for the delay. I had a friend over. Here’s a special little something for you ;) 

Attached is a picture of you on your bed, sitting on your heels with the thin straps of your panties pulled over your hips. You’re lifting an oversized t-shirt above your breasts, which also expertly hides your face. Right. Because you don’t know that he knows who you are. 

Still, the picture was worth the wait. It’s almost embarrassing the way his cock is already standing upright, the tip pressing against his lower abdomen. He focuses on your hard nipples, picturing himself enclosing his mouth around one of your mounds. He’s rolling his tongue over your bud while massaging your other breast. Your hands are in his hair and you’re anything but silent. You’re moaning his name, begging for more, whining for him to put his cock inside of you. 

Anakin is too preoccupied to even reply to you. He gets himself under the steady stream of hot water and grabs the base of his length. Now he’s picturing you on top of him, tits bouncing in his face while you fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Mmm, yes! Anakin, please. Feels so good.” 

Your hands are pressed against his strong chest for support. He loves you like this— in control but still pathetically needy for his dick. “How much do you love it?” he asks. “Tell me how much you love this cock inside of you.” 

You throw your head back when he slaps both of your ass cheeks. He grabs onto your flesh firmly and your cunt clamps around him while you proclaim it to be the best feeling in the world. “I love it so much, Ani. Nobody's cock feels as good as yours.” 

“Damn right,” Anakin grits. He holds your chin with a strong hand, forcing you to look at him. “This pussy is mine. You understand that?” 

“Yes, sir,” you moan as Anakin bucks his hips up, hitting deep inside of you. “Only yours.” 

“Yes, sir,” huh? That’s a new kink unlocked. Anakin presses a palm on the shower wall to steady himself as he cums. It’s anything from pretty. It happens suddenly and quickly, thanks to the vivid images he was creating in his mind. He bites down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly. But your name is rolling off of his tongue effortlessly. As if it’s always been in the recesses of his mind, just waiting to be said intimately and passionately. 

He tries to list off the hundreds of reasons why he should never utter your name in a less than professional manner while shampooing his hair. 

You’re his assistant.

You’re significantly younger than him. 

The power imbalance (see 1 and 2). 

That’s all he can come up with for now and it’s enough. Nothing good will come out of pining for you and fantasizing about you. It still doesn’t stop him from messaging you back after he gets out of the shower and settles in bed. 

Now I feel guilty for not responding sooner. Thank you for the spectacular photo. It is unfortunate that I had to take matters into my own, ahem, hands. I would have much preferred to have your help. 

You flatter me, Sky. Do I really get you that worked up? 

Impossibly so. 

When you said you thought about me at work… What exactly did you mean? 

To be perfectly blunt, you were bent over a desk with your skirt pushed over your ass. I was fucking you well and hard, with my name being the only thing falling from your pretty lips. 

Anakin lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. Why does he keep putting himself in situations that result in an erection? He just needs to have a good fuck. Get it out of his system. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. But under no circumstances will it be with you. 

I think I’d like that very much. 

Goddamnit. Anakin needs to stop while he’s ahead. While he’s not succumbing to jerking off for a second time tonight. This was a disastrous idea. Because now when he sees you at work tomorrow, he’s going to think about how you would like for him to fuck you over your desk. Except you don’t actually know that it’s him who wants to fuck you over your desk. 

Maybe in another life. 

Anakin leaves it at that. He puts his phone on do not disturb and attempts to get some reading in before going to sleep. He also prays for G-rated dreams. 

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The morning fog of late November in Northern California is still hanging in the air when you get to work at 8 am. Anakin won’t be in until he drops off Luke and Leia which means he should arrive around the same time he did yesterday. It gives you an hour to go through voicemails, reply to emails, and brew a pot of coffee in the breakroom. 

Ben Kenobi arrives shortly after you, sharply dressed in dark blue slacks, caramel leather Oxfords, and a white collared shirt with small polka dots that match the color of his pants. 

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you greet.  

“Please, call me Ben. No need for formalities around here,” Ben replies. “You’ll soon see we operate very much like a family. There will be shouting and likely some name calling, but it’s all in the name of love for engineering and innovation.” 

“Got it,” you nod. “It’s just that Dorothy always called Mr. Skywalker by, well, Mr. Skywalker. And yesterday he didn’t tell me to call him otherwise.” 

Ben strokes his nicely groomed beard. “Interesting. Well, I suppose you can continue to address him as such until he tells you to call him Anakin. Which I’m sure he’ll do this morning when he gets in. Have you brewed the coffee yet?” 

“Not yet.” you stand. “I wanted to check messages first, but coffee is next on the list.” 

“Excellent.” Ben follows you into the breakroom. “How are you enjoying your time here?” 

“Well, it’s only been a day,” you remind him with a light lilt to your voice. “But it’s been good! Everyone I’ve met is super friendly.” 

Ben leans back against the counter, crossing his ankles and arms over his chest. “And you and Anakin? You two getting along? He’s not giving you too much trouble, is he?” 

You nearly spill the coffee grounds as you bring the spoon up from the container to the machine. “No!” you say a little too loudly. “I mean, no. He’s been very nice. Quiet, but nice.” 

“Anakin? Quiet?” Ben almost laughs. “I’ve never heard that word used to describe Anakin before.” 

“Oh.” you continue scooping grounds into the machine. How many spoonfuls are you supposed to put in? You’ve lost count. Maybe two more for good measure. You’d rather make the coffee too strong than too weak. Nothing is worse than weak coffee. “Maybe I caught him on an off day. He did seem a little weird when he brought me to his house. And then I sort of told him off in the car…” 

This gets Ben away from the counter and walking over to you. “You did what?” 

“Well, I mean, I didn’t tell him off per se. I just asked him to give me a chance. It seemed like he’d already made a decision about me and we’d only known each other for a couple of hours.” 

“Good for you,” Ben replies. “Anakin is headstrong but he can be reasoned with. If the reason is worth being reasoned over.” 

“Am I?” you ask. “Worth being reasoned over?” 

Ben appears to give you a once over and then nods once. “Yes, I’d say so.” 

“Thanks…” you say with uncertainty. Ben takes himself and his briefcase to his office, which is the next door over from Anakin’s. He leaves you alone in the breakroom with a dozen questions. Was Ben assessing your appearance? Surely not for himself. He’s insanely in love with his wife— the mayor. Then who for? Anakin? No. No way. 

The coffee has begun to brew— the nutty notes of Philz Philtered Soul bringing you back to your college days. There’s one in walking distance from campus and you and Sabine spent every finals week there chugging back Mint Mojitos and Mocha Tesoras. 

Those days were not that long ago for you. For Anakin, on the other hand… 

You shake your head, effectively shaking thoughts of Anakin taking any interest in you away. And why would he have an interest in you? He’s bound to have a list of more age-appropriate women he can bring home to his children. 

Stop thinking about it. 

But it’s so damn hard not to. A forbidden office romance with your boss who’s 20 years your senior? Yeah, it’s cliché and sort of sounds like the plot to a porno but it’s sort of fun, too. As long as you keep yourself in check, what’s the harm in pretending like he’s secretly in love with you and wants to take you home? 

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When Anakin gets into the office, he doesn’t even greet you before saying, “Call Rose. Tell her to come as soon as possible.” 

So much for him being nice yesterday. Now he won’t even look at you. “Who’s Rose? What- what is the appointment for?” 

“You don’t need to know what it’s for,” Anakin snaps. “Just find Rose in your little phone book, call her, and tell her I need to see her immediately.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” you say while thumbing through the contacts Dorothy left behind for you. Without another word, Anakin goes into his office and slams the door. 

What the hell was that about? That was once again another awkward morning of Anakin slamming his office door after talking to you. You thought you left work on good terms yesterday. What changed? 

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Rose Montgomery arrives 47 minutes after you call her. You hear her Louboutins clicking on the floor before you see her. Your eyes trail up from her long legs to her slim waist and perky boobs until you reach her face. Good Lord. She is strikingly beautiful. Her fiery red hair falls in loose curls over her shoulders. As she walks closer to your desk, you are drawn to her perfectly round green eyes. She’s like the real-deal Jolene from Dolly Parton’s hit song. Seriously, did she grow up being called Jolene solely based on her looks? 

“Aw, look at you,” Rose smiles down at you. “You must be the new Dorothy.” 

“I suppose I am.” 

“Aren’t you just the most adorable thing.” 

Uh… What the hell are you supposed to say to that? “I’ll let Mr. Skywalker know you’re here.” 

“No need,” Rose informs. “I’ll let myself in.” She begins to walk away with an extra sway to her hips. You want to hate her but she’s got such an air of confidence that you actually want to be a little more like her. 

“Oh, um, actually I’m not sure about that,” you come out from behind your desk. “He seems to be in a mood so I don’t want you barging in his office to make it worse.” 

Rose turns on her heels and purses her lips. “Actually, sweetheart, I’ve known him longer than you and this isn’t my first ‘appointment’ with him. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to go make his mood a little better.” 

Okay. Now you hate her. With that, Rose leaves you standing outside of Anakin’s office with a dumbfounded look on your face. Is that… is she… a booty call? 

All of the insinuations are there; from the air quotes around “appointment” to the way she said she’ll make Anakin’s mood better. Coupled with her outstanding looks, you’ve decided that Rose Montgomery is a friend with benefits of Anakin Skywalker. You trudge back to your desk and do your absolute best not to think about what’s happening behind your boss’s door. 

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At the sound of his door opening, Anakin quickly closes his computer tab and turns off the monitor. He pulls his headphones off of his head and puts them in the drawer. 

Rose is none the wiser as she drops her Birkin bag on the table beside the chaise. “Ugh, who is that child you have sitting behind Dorothy’s desk?” 

“My new assistant,” Anakin answers through a dry throat. Rose sits herself on his lap and drapes her arms over his shoulders. She begins playing with the ends of his curls, which normally, he would enjoy. But he really just wants to get this over with. He draws down the zipper of her black dress while she kisses along his jaw. 

“She seems incompetent,” Rose says between kisses. “What is she? Like, 15?” 

Anakin twirls Rose’s hair around his fist and yanks her face away from his. This makes her gasp with pleasure, and despite his annoyance, he loves the reaction he gets from her. “I didn’t fucking ask you here for your opinion on her. Do not talk about her again. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” Rose breathes. “Where do you want me?” 

“On your knees.”

.

.

.

When Rose leaves Anakin’s office, you can absolutely tell she and Anakin had sex. Did she even bother looking in the mirror or her phone camera before coming out? She avoids looking in your direction at all costs and knowing how awkward those walks of shame can be after a one night stand, you decide not to watch her walk to the elevator. 

You busy yourself in a filing cabinet until you hear Anakin’s door open again. You tell yourself not to look up because if you look up at him you might actually burst into tears. Which makes absolutely no sense to you but you feel that stinging in your nose and you’re trying to think of the time you got Panini because at least those were happy tears. 

Anakin says your name. 

Damnit. Get it together. You take a deep breath and plaster on a smile. At least he doesn’t look like he just had sex. His hair is combed back the same way it was when he walked in and his clothes are wrinkle free. “Yes, Mr. Skywalker?” 

“Would you like to go get lunch?” 

It’s only 10:45 but of course, he’d be hungry after having sex. “Oh, sure. What can I get you?” 

“I meant me.” 

You furrow your brows together. “Sorry?” 

“I mean us. You and me, together. Fuck,”  Anakin mumbles that last part. It’s like he loses the part of his brain that forms proper sentences when he looks at you. Think back to the car, Anakin. Things weren’t so bad in the car. Wait, yes they were. He told you to tell him if your butt got too toasty. 

You can’t help but smile as you start to see the Anakin who let his guard down in the car. He’s nothing like the Anakin who walked into the office this morning. “You want me to get lunch with you?” 

“Yes. If you would like.” 

You grab your thrifted black leather bag and your coat off of the back of your chair. “I think I’d like that very much.” 

I think I’d like that very much. 

That is the second time you’ve said that to Anakin. 

On the drive to the farm to table restaurant he suggested, he thinks about telling you the truth. That he’s Skyguy81 and you’ve been messaging each other for three years. Oh, and that he’s seen you naked. 

He weighs all of the pros and cons and all of the ways the situation could play out if he tells you. He decides the only way it’s going to end is with you quitting and never wanting to see him again. Telling you who he is is out of the question. 

Your face is buried in the menu, effectively blocking you from looking at Anakin. Your nerves are irritably on fire as you sit knee to knee with your boss. You go out to lunch with someone to talk. To get to know them. But you have no idea what to talk about with him. Either he’s super blunt or incredibly awkward and you don’t know what to make of it. 

Could Sabine be right? Does he have a crush on you? Do men in their forties even get crushes? 

“You are awfully quiet behind there,” Anakin finally says. “Are you hiding from me?” 

You slam your menu down nervously. “What? Oh, no. Just… looking at all of the options.” 

“I’m kidding,” Anakin chuckles. “If it helps, Leia likes the poke rice bowl. Luke likes the flatbread with artichokes. And I normally just get a burger.” 

“Wow, a 9 year old who likes poke? You’ve got some interesting kids.” 

“You have no idea,” Anakin replies bashfully. He really calms down when he talks about his kids. Maybe that’s your key to him. Keep him talking about his kids. 

“Well, I think I’ll try Leia’s favorite. Do your kids enjoy trying different types of food?” 

Anakin gives you a noncommittal shrug. “I suppose so. I didn’t raise them to be picky eaters. They eat what I eat. We had dumplings last night. They’re shit at using chopsticks but it makes for an entertaining meal.” 

You laugh along with him, feeling yourself relax the more you see Anakin relax. “I love dumplings!” 

“Yeah? We’ll have to have you over some time for dumplings, then.” Anakin doesn’t even realize what he’s saying until it’s hanging between you, awaiting your response. 

“That would be nice,” you admit. “I can’t wait to meet them. Of course, you know… if they even want to meet me.” 

“Are you kidding? Luke almost threw a fit over me leaving you in the car yesterday. And Leia… well, Leia gets excited about any new woman in my life. I mean, not that you’re my new woman, just you know, in terms of you being Dorothy’s replacement and-” 

You place your hand over Anakin’s without a second thought. And it’s more than just skin on skin. It’s electric. You resist the urge to pull away because the overwhelming feeling almost keeps you from saying: “It’s fine, Mr. Skywalker. I get what you mean.” 

Anakin is looking down at your hands and you wonder if he feels it too. Or if it’s entirely inappropriate to put your hand on his and he’s going to go back to being standoffish. You remove your hand from his and sit on it. 

“You don’t have to call me that,” Anakin murmurs. “Mr. Skywalker. I would much prefer you to call me Anakin.” 

You look up at him timidly. He’s being sincere. One corner of his lips are quirked up to form a sideways smile and your heart— your stupid, stupid heart adores it.  Perhaps there is harm in pretending like your boss is in love with you. Perhaps keeping yourself in check is going to be a lot more difficult than you thought. Because now that you’re on a first name basis with Anakin Skywalker, you fear simply being his assistant is not going to be enough.

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[rootbeerworshiper]

Idk if u do requests but if you do could u do a fic where the reader is matts gf and she has psychic abilities/ gets alot more affected by paranormal and can dometimes see things and she goes with thr triplets to be in the sam and colby video amd she's getting targeted the whole night and she does the elevator game with mstt and sees a lady walk in on the 5th floor amd has a panic attack and matt comforts her ? That's kinda alot but 😘

All My Ghosts Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: panic attack and paranormal shit (obviously) otherwise just fluff !

i loveeee this request sm pls give me more!!

love, sienna <3

growing up you had always had a feeling deep down that someone or something was always watching you.

it wasn’t always in a creepy way, sometimes you’d have “imaginary friends” that only you could see, and you were told that that’s normal.

seeing figures and hearing faint laughing in the background was your normal, but you’d be lying if you said it never got to you.

you always felt different, like you understood things differently than most, on a deeper level. you felt emotions on a heavy scale, you were always referred to as an empath.

so even if you knew that what you experienced wasn’t a common occurrence to most, it was difficult getting anyone to understand you.

youtube was a safe haven for you, as dumb as that may sound. you could come home from getting teased at school and hop into bed to watch the new dan and phil video.

it was silly how many people you had watched growing up, spanning from ldshadowlady to the dolan twins, it was addictive and you simply couldn’t get enough.

eventually, you found yourself watching a channel that you were especially drawn to. a channel that talked about some of the experiences you’ve had in your life, the paranormal ones that is.

their names were sam and colby, and it didn’t take long for you to become obsessed with watching them walk through haunted hotels and asylums all while seeing and hearing things that were familiar to you.

to most it was scary, to you it was comforting. you weren’t alone in seeing those things, just some people had to look for it more than others.

you met Matt when you were working at your local panera bread. it was a normal, mostly shitty, shift but as you finished wiping down your station you heard this addicting laugh entering the store.

your head practically shot up, wanting to see where it came from, and to your surprise the contagious laugh was coming from one of three triplets.

for whatever reason they looked familiar to you but you weren’t sure why.

after some small talk you figured out they were youtubers, and this would not be the last time you saw them.

it became a regular occurrence for them to come to your workplace, sometimes just ordering a sweet tea and still leaving a tip.

Matt came in the most, always leaving you flustered behind the counter as he ordered.

eventually you exchanged socials and began talking about more than a new special, and you really enjoyed talking to him.

you had been going out with him for a few months at this point, already best friends with both of his brothers.

which leaves you to now, hanging out with your boyfriend on the couch as you explain all the shit you endured growing up, a shocked expression plastered on his precious face.

“wait you’ve seen like actual fucking figures?” he’s dumbfounded at something you were told was normal.

you just shrug. “i was always told that it was normal to have imaginary friends i don’t know. i just thought i had more than most people”

“y/n that is definitely not a normal experience oh my god that is terrifying i’m so sorry” he places his hand on your shoulder as if to console you.

it’s rare that someone realizes the pain that this small thing has caused you and you aren’t sure how to feel. “Matt it’s fine i promise. it’s just become a thing now i don’t know, i was just scared you wouldn’t believe me because it is kinda crazy”

“of course i believe you you’re my girlfriend, i just can’t believe you’ve been going through that alone” he still looks concerned but i smile to lighten the mood.

“i’m okay i just wanna cuddle with my boyfriend on the couch” he leans back, allowing you to lay comfortably on top of him and rest your head on his chest.

“i think we’re doing a colab soon and Nick wanted me to ask if you wanted to be in it”

you had been in a few videos before, but mostly just caught in the background of vlogs, saying few sentences on camera.

dating a famous youtuber definitely had its downsides, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with the hate you’d receive, even though Matt wants nothing more than to show you off.

“collab with who?” you ask, wrapping our arm around his waist and you lean in closer.

“i don’t know if you know who they are but their names are sam and colby and i think they make like-“

“shut the fuck up no way!” he looks just as confused and he is intrigued at your sudden jump off of his chest.

you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. “i used to be obsessed with them throughout like all of middle school and most of high school” you smile

“so that’s a yes?” he asks, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes.

you hadn’t actually though about it, too excited over the fact that the youtubers you once watched were talking to your boyfriend.

as fun and surreal as it would be, you can’t help but think about how nerve wracking it would be. but you love your boyfriend, and you love sam and colby, so you nod. “that’s exactly what that means”

it had been a few months since that conversation, and you are now in Texas, preparing to film in the most haunted hotel there.

at this point your nerves have subsided, you’ve met both sam and colby (somehow managing to play it cool) and you feel comfortable with them.

a sense of excitement has taken over and you welcome it with open arms, feeling like a kid again, even if you are actually 20.

“you ready?” Matt looks down to you as sam sets up the camera.

you nod and smile, butterflies in your stomach as you imagine the fun you’re about to have with some of your favourite people.

the 6 of you are standing in the lobby, an open area filled with gold framed art work and marble flooring at your disposal.

you can’t help but hold matt’s hand the moment the camera is turned towards you, the confident feeling you had moment prior slowly escaping you.

the intro goes as it always does, a bit of a premise for what’s to come and an introduction to the guests.

it all feels surreal but eventually you begin exploring the hotel.

everything is okay at first, jokes being cracked about ghosts and sam making fun of Matt’s fear of elevators, you haven’t noticed anything yet.

that is until you feel a small tug on your shirt from behind and immediately jump, clutching onto Matt.

“holy shit what was that?” Chris asks, voice filled with concern as he back away.

“something just tugged on my shirt holy shit”

Matt just hugs you back, he can already see the edits but he’s more focused on making you comfortable. “i think that was Samantha” Colby says from behind the camera. “apparently she likes to tug on clothing and even tickle guests at the hotel”

this just sends a shiver down your spine but you try to keep a brave face, especially considering you had only been filming for about 20 minutes. “hello Samantha!” you joke, shaking away the nerves and letting go of your boyfriend.

the video continues, and you all continue to walk through the haunted space, occasionally hearing knocking and footsteps. but it brings you a small sense of comfort knowing that everyone hears it, you aren’t alone.

you make it to the most haunted room, room 525 where two women passed away tragically in the bathtub. “who ripped ass in here oh my god” Nick groans, furrowing his eyebrows and plugging his nose instantly.

it truly smells terrible, but for whatever reason you’ve smelt only before. a few years ago you were with some friends in Boston when you explored some tunnels under a bridge, it was said that multiple people had overdosed there, leaving it haunted.

the smell of the tunnels is almost identical to the smell of the room, but you avoid telling anyone about it, not wanting to talk on camera more than you have to.

although the group is only in there momentarily, you hear something coming from the bathroom.

a scream. coming from a woman.

you try to hide the look of terror that appears on your face when you jump back. “did anyone else hear that?” you ask, not wanting to be the only one. you notice the camera that appears in your face almost instantly.

except you were the only one, unless its heard on the footage later. “what did you hear?” Matt asks looking towards you with all of his attention.

“just a uh woman screaming i don’t know” you rub your hands on your face, attempting to gain composure. “she sounded terrified”

“we’ll definitely have to do an investigation in here later” Sam says, but inevitably you all leave the room to go explore more.

and you do just that, exploring all different areas of the haunted hotel.

the nerves have gone away slightly, and although you still see the occasional figure in the corner, you just avoid mentioning it, not wanting to come off as a fake.

Colby then brings up the idea of an elevator ritual, and Nick and Chris have made it their mission to send you and Matt on that quest, alone.

you aren’t normally terrified of elevators, not nearly as much as your boyfriend, but the idea of a woman spirit (who you may see) joining you on the 5th floor makes you uneasy.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want, i can go in alone” Matt looks down to you, whispering quietly to avoid being heard by the others.

you feel stupid, Matt’s the one with the elevator fear, no way he should go in alone. “no Matt i’m good, i’ll just cry in the fetal position if it comes down to it”

he laughs and places a kiss to your temple, out of frame of course.

and so it’s settled. you and Matt will take place in the ritual, spanning from almost every floor of the hotel, while the boys below use something called the “onvoy” to talk to spirits.

they make a few jokes about what they’ll do if you die in there and say their “goodbyes”.

you and Matt head into the elevator that has just opened without any buttons pressed, camera in hand.

(i’m making up random numbers here bc i cant be bothered to copy every one from the vid so ignore that)

“okay first floor is… floor 4” you say, Matt immediately presses the button and you go up.

it continues like that for majority of the floors, just the door opening and no one out there. this isn’t too bad.

this is until the 5th floor, where Matt has to invite a woman into the elevator with you.

to the average person with little belief in ghosts, this would be nothing, funny even. but to you? the moment he finished that sentence you felt a breeze run across your chest.

all of a sudden, the small box felt smaller. your breathing increased as the elevator door shut and you just grabbed onto Matt’s hand. you try your best to breathe but it feels like you can’t inhale. like the presence of a ghostly woman has literally taken up to much space for you to receive oxygen.

Matt notices immediately by the way you squeeze your eyes shut and for whatever reason the elevator stops.

“oh my god holy fuck” you mutter out. he helps you to the floor and you bring your knees up to your chest. by this point the camera has been tossed to the side as Matt sits next to you.

“breathe y/n you’re okay” he rubs your back and begins taking deep breaths for you to follow along.

“i should be comforting you- the elevators stuck and your scared and-“ you blurt out in between quick breaths.

he gently grabs the side of your face to turn you towards him. “look at me” you bring your eyes to his, you’re lip now quivering. “what happened? you can tell me i’ll believe anything you say okay?”

“i can feel her in here Matt. like i felt her walk in and now the elevator feels smaller and-“ you throw your head back against the wall of the elevator.

“remember when you helped me with my panic attack?” he holds both of your hands and you nod. “i need you to do what you told me to do”

“focus on me. don’t focus on the elevator or the ghosts just look at me okay?” you bring your eyes back to him. “now you just have to match my breathing yeah?”

he takes long, loud deep breaths and slowly you are able to follow along, feeling less stressed than before. the moment you’ve caught up on your breathing you place your head on his shoulder, fully relaxing into him.

“i’m so sorry you have to see shit like that it’s probably terrifying” he now rubs your shoulder.

even though you are locked in an elevator in a haunted hotel in an unfamiliar state, you feel mostly okay, because you have Matt.

suddenly the elevator begins moving again, going down. a wave of relief washes over you because the fact that it’s going down means the ritual didn’t work.

Matt begins to stand up, reaching his hand out to help you up as well and he films a very quick summery of what just happened (minus your full fledged panic attack)

everything’s okay again. you land on the main floor to meet the boys once again and although your terrified, you know that you have people here that support you, and that means more than any ghost ever will.

a/n: i hope i did this justice bc i had so much fun writing it!! ily anon

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #sam and colby

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara/fem!Reader

Summary: You get kidnapped by ghost face

Warnings: torture but it doesn’t really go into detail, angst

WC; 5.1k

Author note: not proofread, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes in advanced. hope you enjoy:)

"Tara I'll only be gone for the weekend. I'll be back Monday morning."

"But why can't I go with you."

"You have that exam tomorrow and you can't miss it. I'll be back before you know it." You zipped up your bag and turned around to see the adorable pouty of face of your best friend. You smiled and walked towards her.

"You won't even notice I'm gone. Plus didn't Mindy say she set you up on a date with someone?" You tried to hid the sadness in your voice at the mere thought of Tara going on a date with someone. You spent most of your friendship with Tara hiding your feelings from her. And you had to give your self credit. You were great at hiding your feelings.

"Ugh yes. She's setting me up with this guy from one of her classes." She rolled her eyes as she helped you with your bag. Packing the spare of glasses you had, she knew how you'd always tended to misplace them. "But I don't have to go. I haven't said yes. And I'd also rather spend my time with you. Your parents love me"

"I would like for you come with but Sam would probably kill me if you miss that final tomorrow. You can come with me next time." You offered ignoring the way your heart thumped in your ears at mention of her rather spending her time with you.

"I called you an Uber so you didn't have to take a taxi. And it's five minutes away." Quinn said as she stood next your open door. Leaning on the door as she smiled at you.

"Thanks Quinn. You didn't have t-Don't worry about it babe. You know you got a special place in my heart." You took a glance at Tara only to see her smile no longer there, replaced with a scowl as she looked at your guys roommate.

"Okay well thanks Quinn. I'll be down in a bit."

She smiled and winked at you, "It's a black SUV Cadillac." Then she walked away. Leaving you and Tara in what felt like awkward silence.

"Come on. Walk me out?"

"You sure you don't want Quinn to do that. You two have grown close." She spoke in an annoyed tone. Her eyes still starting at the spot where Quinn once stood.

"Tara." You sighed gently taking the your bag that Tara still held and slinging it over your shoulder. "Come on. I want you to walk me out." You held out your hand for her to take. You watched as her annoyance melted away, she took your hand and led you out of your room with a huff.

"Bye guys. I'll see on Monday. Where's Ethan?" You waved only to stop when your best friend wasn't in the room. You had met Ethan at the very start of the year and grew close, having the same hobbies. You two bonded for your shared love over video games.

"He said he had a study group he couldn't miss. He told me to tell you he'll miss you and to bring him something." Quinn spoke from her spot on the couch where she sat in between Chad and Anika. Sam and Mindy were in the kitchen making dinner.

"Bye Y/nn have a safe trip." Sam smiled sharing quick hug. She had known you for quite a while. She also cared deeply about you, seeing as she knew you from such a young age. She also knew how you were in love with her younger sister. She had promised not to say anything but she had tried to push you into telling her. Even going as far as trying to get her sister to tell you about her feelings. After the murders of Woodsboro 2022 not only had she become protective of her family. But so did you. Especially over Tara. She had watched how you watched over Tara after she was attacked. Going as far as staying at the hospital. She watched how you did everything in your power to make sure Tara was safe.

The rest of your friends said their goodbyes and you made your way out of the apartment with Tara. The short brunette kept your hand in hers as she lead you down the steps on to the side walk in front the of apartment complex. You saw the black SUV a man wearing a black yankee hat and a black face mask was in the driver seat with the passenger seat window down.

"For Y/n?"

"Yea that's me. Can I get a second?" You asked the man, he nodded and shot you a thumbs up.

"I don't want you to go." You heard Tara mumble as she leaned into the arm she was still holding.

"Tar it's only three days." You pulled her into a hug, she buried her face into your chest her arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You both stayed there for what felt like forever. Before pulling away. She looked up at you through her eyelashes.

"I'll always notice when you're gone." She said in a soft voice.

"I'll be back first thing Monday morning. I have to go. I'll be back before you know it." Without thinking you leaned down kissed the top of her head. You watched as her eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink. Yours for sure doing the same.

"Uh bye Tar."

*

You sat in the back of suv with your cheeks still feeling warm. You leaned back in the seat and looked down at your phone. The lock screen being of Tara and you at Disney land, Tara had the Mickey Mouse ears and you had your Goofy hat. Both of you smiling at the camera as Sam took the picture. The ping coming your phone notifying you of a new message

Tara: I miss you already :(

A smiled made its way on to your face. You opened the message and typed out response but before you can hit send. The driver spoke up.

"So Y/n, what's your favorite scary movie?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts, your head almost getting whiplash at how fast you looked at the driver.

"E-Excuse me? What did-Mmh!!" You were cut off by someone emerging from the back seat. You tried to fight him off only for you freeze momentarily when you saw who it was.

Ghostface.

He jumped over the seat making you unfreeze as you tried to fight him off. Your glasses flying off your face with punches you were receiving, making your vision impaired. The blurry figure of ghost face moved fast. The driver continued to drive like like nothing was wrong. You noticed that the ghostface didn't have his knife which had you confused but you didn't stop fighting. He punched you repeatedly. You were growing weaker by the second. With a final punch to your face you were knocked out.

*

As you came to, you felt the throb of pain shooting through out your skull. Your blurry vision in no way helping the pain in your head. The panic settled in when you remembered what happened. Ghostface was back.

"Wakey. Wakey Y/n. You don't want to miss all the fun. Do you?"

You registered that you were tied to chair and tape was covering your mouth. There were two ghost faces standing in front of you. You breathing became quicker as your eyes filled with tears.

You pulled on the restraints that held your wrists the handles of the chair. But the rope that had you tied down only tighten the more you moved. One of the figures moved towards, you tried to move away from the knife he held but it was no use.

You couldn't do anything but cry in pain when the knife was brought down.

*

I miss you already :(

Read 5:39pm

Three hours passed since you left and Tara kept looking at her phone. You had yet to respond to her message, you clearly read it she had seen the bubbles appear. Meaning you were going to respond but the message never came. It wasn't like you to not respond. She sat back in her seat, her friends and herself had a movie night and she couldn't take her mind off you.

"I'm sure she'll answer once she gets off the plane. You know how paranoid she gets when she's on a plane. Phone is in airplane mode and her headphones on full blast. Swear that girl says hates planes cause of final destination but still gets on them." Chad joked as he ate the popcorn Sam had made.

"Oh my god remember when there was turbulence on flight here?" Mindy laughed at the thought of how scared you were. Tara couldn't help but giggle.

"Man who knew she had such a strong grip. Swear my hand hasn't been the same since." Chad shook his hand that you once had in a death grip. He remembered how much it hurt. But you had been so scared, and he wanted to comfort his best friend.

"Chad you literally had tears in your eyes." Mindy laughed even harder. "That's what you get for stealing Tara's seat."

Tara finally relaxed in her seat, she knew exactly how you get when you'd go on a plane. By the time she wakes up Friday morning she'd have a text from you.

*

When she woke the first thing she did was reach for her phone. Expecting a text from you but when she saw that she had no notification from you she sat up. Her concern coming in ten fold. She pressed on your contact and waited for you to pick up your phone.

"Hey this is Y/n sorry I can't get to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the-Hey just wanted to know if you got home safe. Call me when you get a chance."

It has been approximately 15 hours since you left. The flight was only going to be a six hour flight. You had more than enough time to text her back.

"Still no response?"

Tara looked up from her phone to see her sister standing at the door way of her room. Tara went to respond when her phone binged. Her eyes snapping to the phone in her hand.

Y/nn<3: hey sorry I didn't call. I crashed as soon as I got home and my phone was dead when I got home. My parents say hi but I can't really talk right now. I'll call as soon as I can. Good luck on the exam today. I know you'll do great :) ps I miss you more <3

Tara smiled letting her shoulders drop and the concern she felt before wash away.

Okay call me when you get a chance and tell your parents I said hi as well. Ps not possible I miss you way more

"Great she responded, now get ready for school. You have an exam today." With that Tara got ready for the day. The day would be a long one since you weren't there with her.

*

After the fight with her sister Tara had dropped in her bed with a deep sigh. She hated fighting with her sister. But sometimes Sam was just a bit over protective. It was something that she understood but if annoyed her just the same.

She wanted nothing more than to have you here. You were not even gone for a day and she missed you way too much already.

*

You had felt pain before. You were stabbed the year before by Sam's crazy boyfriend. He only got to stab you once before you got the upper hand and kicked his knee in. But this pain. It was a type of pain that had your vision go dark, but then it felt like lights in this old place seem way too bright.

"You will the same pain you made him feel."

The voice behind the mask said. You didn't have the slightest clue on what he was talking about. From the lights you could see you noticed that one of figures was shorter than the other two. It's exactly what you needed, there were three of them.

*

"-Okay. You're alibis check out. You're friends as well. You have another roommate correct? Y/n Y/ln." Detective Bailey said as he sorted out his paperwork that was in front of him.

"Yea but she left to visit family for the weekend." Tara said leaning forward. Not understanding why the detective was bringing you up. You were no where near New York to be brought up and she was grateful. That she knew you were safe and nowhere ear this again.

"A flight to California is that right?"

"Yes, why are you bringing her up. She's not even in the same state right now?" Sam stared down the detective.

"How well do you know Ms.Y/ln?"

"Since grade school. Now tell us what does Y/n have to do with this." Tara demanded to know.

"Her dna was found in the bodega. Y/n never arrived at the airport, she wasn't on flight Thursday afternoon. So I ask again. How well do you know her?"

"W-What? No no she texted me said that she was already in California. She wouldn't lie to me." The young Carpenter rejected the mere thought of you wanting to kill Sam, your friends, her. No you wouldn't.

Right?

*

"Well then where is she Sam. I just got off the phone with her mom. They haven't seen her. She wasn't on the plane heading back home." Tara paced in the safety of her living room. After being attacked they settled in their apartment. They searched your room for any sign of where you could be but came up empty handed. Everyone had tried to call you but you never answered your phone. It would go straight to voicemail.

With all blame for the murders not only falling on Sam's shoulders but yours as well. The situation was becoming even more stressful.

"I don't know Tara. I don't know."

The five in the room jumped at the sound of Tara's phone ringing. They looked at her phone and saw the contact picture of you popping up. Tara wasted no time to answer the phone.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you-Oh Tara, you dumb little thing. Y/n isn't here or maybe she is and she's been stringing you along. Or maybe I'm Y/n. It wouldn't be the first time someone you love tries to kill you, now would it."

"Y/n wouldn't do this."

"You sure about that."

Tara looked down at the phone when ghostface hung up. Everything in her was telling her that you would never do this to her. You wouldn't. But there was little part of her that was telling her that it was true.

"Hey we've known Y/n since we were babies. She loves you too much to do this. No, there has to be a different explanation for why ghostface has her phone." Chad said in not believing for one second you could be part of this deranged persons team.

"Wait doesn't-Guys, what the hell."

The four walked out of the kitchen, towards the living room where Anika turned up the volume. The five watched how the blame for the murders where placed on Sam and Y/n. And how Sam almost attacked a girl the night before. How the murders of Woodsboro 2022 were also blamed on Sam. They watched how the reporter not only victimized Richie but dragged Sam's and Y/n's name as well.

Sam took the control away from Anika and turned off the tv. She stormed away and sat the kitchen table.

The three teens watched how Tara tried her best to comfort her sister. Trying to push the worry she felt for you aside.

The five in room not aware of the danger lurking in the room across the hall.

*

The throbbing pain coming from your knee was becoming worse. One of the ghost faces had broken your knee. They had the cut you and beat you but the worst pain of it all was the knee.

"Are you ready Y/n. You won't believe it but your group of friends has become unfortunately small."

"Leave them alone you bitch! I'll kill you. I'll-You won't do anything. Want to know why. Cause when they find you. You will be dead. Just another name added to my list. But don't worry. They'll see your final moments after all."

You didn't know they had been recording, but all you cared for was your friends. Tara. You felt your eyes fill with tears. You hated not being there for her or Sam. You only hoped that they were okay.

You could only hope.

*

The group watched how all the ghost face costumes were on display. They had made it an abandoned movie theater. All the evidence collected from past attacks.

"What's in the box? It's huge." Ethan walked up towards the wooden large box. "You think we could get it open?" He looked around trying to find something to open the box with. "I mean we don't know where Y/n is. She could be behind th-Don't you fucking dare." Tara stared daggers at the taller boy.

"I'm just saying Tara. Has anyone seen or heard from her? She's gone completely M.I.A. I love her but it's weird. The cops can't find her, her parents don't know where she's at. And to top it all off she goes missing the day the killings start. The knifes go missing from the kitchen, a kitchen Y/n used frequently. It's-Stop talking Ethan." This time it was Sam that cut him off. Sam loved you dearly, she had known you since you were a kid. You were too sweet of a kid to do something like this.

But the question still stood. Where were you.

*

"You know you always had a special spot in my heart."

The words rang through your head. Your blurry vision became cleared when the figure put something on your face. Your eyes widen in disbelief at who was standing in front of you. They had taken off their mask and were now just standing there.

Quinn.

She swung the pipe hitting you in the head before you could actually say anything.

You weren't sure how much time passed. When you woke up you were somewhere dark. You couldn't see anything. You could still feel the cloth tide over your mouth, the pain coming from the side of your head. But now you could also feel something covering your whole face. You could barely feel the your leg and you were afraid on what that could mean.

You could faintly hear muffled voices. And then gunshots. Making you flinch at the loud noise. You heard noises around you and then suddenly, light that you were able to see through the bag since it wasn't that thick.

"We have a few more surprises for you both actually. It was so easy. Having the blame not only on Sam but also her."

You felt someone touch your shoulder making you flinch harder than before. The bag than lifted from your head making squint your eyes a bit at the bright lights. You wheezed out, when they roughly grabbed you by the hair making you look up.

"Y/n?!"

At the sudden voice your eyes connected to the deep brown eyes that you loved so much. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to get to you.

"Q-Qui-Now Now don't spoil the surprise." You watched as Sam and Tara's eyes widen at the site of you. They looked at the person behind you gasped when you only assumed that they took off their mask.

"Mindy was right." You looked up only to a person you considered a best friend. Heart breaking when Ethan ranted about killing Chad. "I mean it was fun. But it was more fun torturing you." You hissed when he pulled your hair harder, head tilted back as he taunted you with the knife.

"Get away from her." Tara lunged forward but was stopped by Sam. She cried at the sight of you. You were covered in blood, cuts, bruises. And she could see how bad you leg looked.

"Speaking of Families. My name isn't Ethan Landry. Is it dad?"

"Dad?"

"Hey roomies. You didn't see that one coming " Quinn smiled evilly. A chuckle escaped her mouth at the shocked expressions on the Carpenters sister's face.

You watched as they argued, Ethan..or what ever his name was no longer behind you. While they did their monologue, you tried to use this time to escape the ropes. The little fight you had left growing just a bit, when the three insane killers circled the two sisters. You had known that they were going to avenge their dead brother. You didn't know that it was Richie they were talking about. You looked to your side to faintly see a blonde woman crawling towards you.

She slowly and quietly cut the ropes tying your legs. Careful not to touch your bad leg. She then moved to your wrists. Slipping something medal in your hands.

"Hide it. I'm gonna try to distract them. Oh and here figured these could help. They're broken but it'll have to do." Kirby put the glasses on your face. She had found them laying around. She knew they belonged to you the moment she saw them. She has seen the pictures of you and your friends. The frames being way too similar for them not to be yours. The glass was cracked and scratched.

You tried to move but you had to stop at the pain coming from your leg. Your head snapping up when you heard gun shots. You watched as the detective was shot, Quinn was hit in the face with a brick by Tara. Who then tried to run towards you but was tripped when a hand grabbed her ankles.

"Tara! Sam!" Sam looked up from stabbing Ethan, towards you. She then moved to you. Stopping when you shook your head, "Help Tara, I can't move. Here." You threw her the gun Kirby gave you. She looked uncertain of leaving you but with a yelp coming from her sister she turned and ran towards her.

You attempted once again to move. Using the arm rests of the chair to pull yourself up. Biting your lip at the pain coursing through your body. From the corner of your eye you saw the detective get up, picking up his gun and then aiming at Tara and Sam. You had failed to notice that they had made it on the top balcony. You could only watch as Tara dangled from the top, Sam trying her best to pull her back up. Ethan was just below Tara swiping his knife at her. You limped your way to him. Using anything to to put your weight on. Picking up the a pipe on the way. Once you were right behind him you swung it as hard you can, Tara falling at the same moment. With the force of the swing causing you fall. Tara used the knife Sam gave her to stab Ethan through the mouth.

"Now die a fucking virgin."

"Baby." She quickly shifted toward you. Cupping your cheeks as she cried. Looking over your body at the damage done by people she trusted. "Oh y/n. You're going to be okay. Just-just keep your eyes open."

"Tara...y-you're bleeding."

Letting a tearful chuckle the brunette wiped your tears away. "So are you dumbass."

With a painful laugh you reached up wiping her tears away. "I m-missed you." You mumbled, your eyes growing heavy by the second. The energy you once had fading away. The exhaustion from the passed days coming to in waves.

"No no keep your eyes open. Come on baby. Look at me. Please."

Both of you flinching at the sound of glass and wood breaking. You moved your head slightly to see Sam and Quinn's dad on the floor.

"Go-go help her."

"You keep your fucking eyes open. You hear me. Please keep them open. I'll be right back." She leaned down kissing you the lips. Even in this light when she pulled away from you, you saw the blush on her cheeks. You cracked a smile at the sight.

"Yes ma'am."

*

Tara had been pissed when she returned to you to find you unconscious. Worried but pissed. So angry that she bursted into tears. Sam had to pull her away from your body letting the paramedics help you. Sam had watched as they rushed you away. Sam held Tara tighter as her sister tried to get to you. Her arm burning as she held her younger sister.

Now they sat in the waiting room. Waiting for any news on you and Chad. They both had gotten stitches on their wounds. Mindy and Danny sat with them. Sidney had called them to make sure they were alright. At the news that they were alright Sidney was on the next flight to New York. The older woman wanted to be there but she also had her own family to look after.

"Family of Y/n Y/ln and Chad Meeks Martin?"

The four shot up from their seats. "Please tell me they're okay." Tara begged, tears streaming down her cheeks

"Yes. They'll pull through."

The group of friends cheered tears of joy and pure relief. Danny pulled the three girls in a big bear hug. The three woman cried in the mans chest.

"The good news for Mr.Meeks is that the knife missed all the vital organs. He'll make a speedy recovery once all the stitches are out." The group nodded taking every word in. Thankful that Chad would be alright.

"Ms.Y/ln on the other hand and multiple cuts and bruises. She has minor concussion as well. But that's not what we were worried about. When Ms.Y/ln was brought her left leg was in horrible shape. Her knee was broken for at least two days. When she was brought in it was deeply infected due to the lack of treatment. Due to the infection, it had stopped blood flow to the that leg. Which caused what we call tissue death..requiring an amputation."

*

The bright lights form the ceiling were the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. You felt nauseous, dizzy and numb all around. It felt like you couldn't move. The pain you once felt, you barely feel now. The more you came to, the more you realized that you were on a hospital. You also now felt a hand holding yours. It was warm and small. You recognized the hand instantly. Looking towards the direction of the hand, a small smile made its way to your face at what you saw. She was bit blurry due to you not having your glasses, but nevertheless she was still beautiful. You could tell that she was sleeping and not knowing what she's been through, you didn't want to wake her.

"Hey, you're awake." You heard the older Carpenter's voice. You turned to the sound of her voice and saw her figure standing by the bed. You saw her dig in her bag, pulling out a black box.

You smiled when she put on your spare glasses. "Thanks Sammy."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You're welcome. Now how are you feeling?" She realized that you haven't noticed that your leg wasn't, well there. And she didn't know how to tell you. She looked at her sister who was still asleep. For the past 24 hours that you've been unconscious Tara did not want to leave your side. Sam didn't want to leave her sister so she had Danny go to her place and pack them a change of clothes and other things they could possibly need. She knew she could trust him. He had tried so hard to make sure they were all okay.

"I'm feel a little sore and loopy but other than that I feel okay." You whispered back. "What about you guys. Are you guys okay?"

"Everyone is okay. Chad is a floor down with Mindy. Hell pull through. Tara and I are fine just a few stitches and bruises. You just focus on yourself. I'm going go get a doctor. I'll be right back. I'm so glad you're okay." She leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You offered a small smile. Your mind hazy from the drugs pumping into your blood stream.

"Hey you're awake." At the sound of the sudden voice. You looked at Tara who was now wide awake. She looked at you with tears in her eyes. The relief shown in her face at sight of you awake. "Thank god you're awake. I was so scared." She held your hand tightly as she brought it up to her lips.

"I'm-Ms.Y/ln you're awake. How are you feeling?" The doctor came in with a smile as he looked at you. Sam was close behind him as she moved to stand behind Tara.

"Sore, a little loopy. My leg kinda hurts but it's more of a sting." Your hand moved to touch your left leg but was stopped by Tara. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and she didn't meet your eyes.

"Y/n, you had a broken knee from what we saw the broken bone was left untreated for quite awhile. It was left unclean which led to an infection, this caused blood flow to stop traveling to your knee. Ms.Y/ln we had to amputate your left leg due to the dead tissue-"

You sat up ignoring the pain at the movement. The stitches on your stomach pulling. The three in front of you tried to stop you but couldn't. The doctor called for a nurse to get a sedative. Your eyes widen in shock and horror when you pulled back the blanket to see the leg stump. You could faintly hear the heart monitor connected to you pick up. Then followed a tiny sting coming from your arm. You looked to your side to see a nurse, you looked back at Tara who looked at you with so much guilt and sadness. Your world faded once again.

Tara stood as she watched as you fall in to unconsciousness. She knew things wouldn't be the same for you. She knew that it'd take time for you to heal mentally and physically.

She planned to be by your side throughout the journey.

***

:)

#tara carpenter x reader #fem!reader #tara carpenter #scream

[lethalchiralium]

Tattooed Heart | Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanon

a/n: this is purely a response to Angel, this is how the 141 reacts to the knowledge of Simon “Ghost” Riley having a daughter. (alejandro, rudy, laswell, and könig meeting winnie soon! also simon meeting you soon as well :)!)

warnings: mentions of afab!reader, cussing, mentions of sex, mentions of death, gaz and price did not know simon knew how to have sex

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- Obviously, Price is the first to see the video. And of course, he’s absolutely speechless. Hearing Ghost speak in a soft voice was one thing, but seeing evidence that Ghost has 1. Had sex. 2. Got someone pregnant. 3. Has a daughter, was another thing. (He really thought Ghost has never had sex because of his whole aversion to physical touch.)

- And of course, as soon as Ghost gets on base, he is hunting his ass down. (“Since when do you have a baby?!” “Since November.”)

- Price does not ask about Winnie unless he knows absolutely no one is around. No one can eavesdrop, no one will know. Asks Simon about what color she likes best, if he really wears the mask around his daughter. (Which Simon answers, “She likes green right now. And yes. She knows me with or without it.”) He also asks if he can ever meet her. (“Someday, Captain. But not today.”)

- Price meets her on her first birthday. He bought her a little light green bear and a necklace “for when she gets older”. (It’s a Price family heirloom. Price considers Ghost to be one of his closest friends, and doesn’t really want a family himself so why not give it to someone who will appreciate it.) (“Thank you, John.” “It’s no problem, Ghost.”)

- Price learns about Winnie’s mom just before she’s two. She had died in an ambulance after a car crash when she was pregnant, Winnie had to be born via c-section two months early. (The woman was a ‘close friend’, Simon was coming to terms with being a father since she had told him two weeks before she died. He doesn’t speak her name.) She’s a happy child, always loving seeing ‘Uncle John’. Price is all smiles whenever he sees Winnie. (which used to be rare, but Simon has grown to truly trust Price.)

- Right after Winnie turns two, Simon asks Price to be her godfather. Price cried. He babysits sometimes for Simon when his pretty nanny has to go out of town and is always so surprised at how obsessed Winnie is with Simon. (“Where’s Daddy, Uncle John! I want him right now!” “Honey, Dad’s workin’. I’m supposed to be working too, can you- Ah!” Winnie smacks him in the face with some of the kid paint she has. She was ‘scolded’ by Simon when he got home (Simon told her to do it again when Price is being ‘mean’.)) Price would do anything for his goddaughter, he would burn the world for that little girl.

- The Task Force would see the video by accident. (At this point, Winnie is almost 4 and for the sake of this whole thing, TF141 is created BEFORE the events of MW2.) Price was drunk at a bar with Gaz and Soap, scrolling through his phone before saying, “Aww, look at my goddaughter.” And he plays the video.

- Gaz is just fucking bewildered. He’d sober up immediately and take the phone from Price, jaw dropped. “What the fuck.” He’d hand the phone to Soap, who is fucking speechless. (And of course, Price would snatch it away and immediately recognize his wrongdoing and say, “You lot stole my phone and saw that video, I did not show it to ya. I am not in on this.” Trying to get himself out of trouble because he knows that it’s incredibly difficult for Simon to let anyone meet his baby. So that would make it VERY easy for Simon to revoke Price’s privileges, albeit not for super long but long enough for Price to regret his whole life.)

- “Ghost has had sex?!” Was Gaz’s first response. (Price uttered a quiet, “That’s what I said.”) And he pushes his beer away, looking at Price while Price looks straight ahead. “He has a baby.”

- “Holy shite.” Soap would then say, tossing the phone onto the bar. “Can we meet her?”

- “It took me almost ten months to meet her myself, I doubt you two will ever.” Price answered, Gaz just sits back in his chair and goes, “Ghost has had sex.” And Soap goes, “Ghost has a baby.”

- When Soap and Gaz arrive back on base, practically dragging a very piss drunk Price while being piss drunk themselves, Ghost meets them. Gaz and Soap both stare at him and Ghost says, “What happened?”

- “You had sex.” “You have a baby.” Ghost looks at Price. Price looks at Ghost. Ghost knows he did it. He doesn’t say a word before he takes Price from the two bumbling idiots and says, “Go to bed.” (Ghost chews Price out the next morning. Price knows he deserves it and does not say one word.)

- Gaz follows Ghost around the next day, asking questions about his daughter out of earshot of others. (“I don’t know what you’re on about, Sergeant. Don’t you have paperwork to do?”) Gaz grumbles when he finally gives up, saying that the video probably wasn’t real and just Price messing with them.

- Soap is a lot more annoying about it. Just like Gaz and Price, he only asks questions when no one is around. (in fear of his life but he would never admit that.) “How old is she?” “Babies are so precious. My sister has one. I love my niece.” “Does she like ducks? My niece likes ducks.”

- Ghost would give him a look of “Shut the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up.” Soap doesn’t care. “Babies are so fun!”

- It would take just one day on patrol back at their base in England for Soap to trail Ghost home and see the girl for himself. She kisses his mask and hugs him tightly, he pats her back and heads into a house, seeing a very slim glimpse of a beautiful woman. (He reports back to Price and Gaz, freaking out. “HE HAS A WOMAN IN HIS HOUSE.” and Price is like, “Uh, yes… He has a nanny.”) (Gaz is still very much bewildered that Ghost, the untouchable man, has had sex so he does not comment on a woman being in his house.)

- A year later, after both Gaz and Soap have stopped pestering Ghost about Winnie, on her fifth birthday, unbeknownst to Gaz and Soap, Price invites them to the ‘party’. Soap immediately recognizes the building as Simon’s house when he, Gaz, and Price drive towards it. “You tricked us!” “I did.” “We don’t have presents!” “Yes, you do.” Price shoves small bags into their hands.

- Simon opens the door and actually lets them in. Gaz and Soap are absolutely dumbfounded when they enter the house. (Of course it’s in almost the middle of nowhere because he a paranoid man.)

- And here comes Winnie - dressed in pink with the green bear Price got her in her hands. “Uncle John!” She screams, and attacks his leg, clinging to it while Price just laughs. He walks around and chats with Ghost while Soap and Gaz just stand and watch the little girl.

- She would detach herself from Price’s leg before climbing onto the couch next to Gaz and smacking her hands onto his cheek and saying, “Friend.” Gaz would immediately burst into tears and she would hug him around his neck, Gaz would stand and carry her towards Ghost. (He’d be silently pointing at her to Price and mouthing, “Look!” He’s in absolute shambles. He thought that the Lieutenant’s daughter would be conditioned to not like strangers.)

- Winnie holds onto Gaz for dear life and does not like Soap at first. As soon as Soap was near, she would reach for Ghost. He would take her from Gaz without a word and let her squeeze her arms around his neck. (Soap’s face drops but Price pats his arms. “Don’t worry, she didn’t necessarily like me in the beginning either.” Soap feels better then.)

- Ghost would thank them all for coming to visit after they eat, he herded them towards the door and Soap goes, “Where’s the missus?”

- Ghost opened the door, gesturing for them to leave. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” And ‘slams’ the door in their faces. (Price bursts out laughing and Gaz is still all smiles. Soap is defeated.)

- And all is normal when they return to base the next day, except when Ghost is sat beside Soap. He fishes a light pink paper out of his vest pocket, hands it to him. Soap opens it and sees a drawing of an obviously mohawked stick figure and a smaller stick figure wearing pink. And in big, childish letters, Soap was written and pointed towards the mohawked one, and Winnie pointed to the smaller one. He almost cried. (Ghost then pulled out his phone, and opened his photos. “Here’s my girls.” He then showed a picture of you, holding a ten month old Winnie. (Ghost would be lying if he said that wasn’t when he fell in love with you.) “Don’t ever ask again.” “Sir yes sir.”)

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[the-froschamethyst4]

When your child comes out to him

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COD Men Headcanons

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König

Your daughter was nervous, scared even

She spent too much time of TikTok and watched how coming out videos turned for the worse

She just didn’t want that to happen

Her mom already knew, she figured it out but her father König, clueless he didn’t know

“Heidi, your father is home!” Y/n calls from the bottom of the stairs

It was a plan to do it when he gets home and today was that time

Heidi comes downstairs and sees him hugging her mom and kissing her temple, she plays with her fingers to she was acknowledged by him

“Hey, Heidi, how was school?”

“Good….dad?”

“Yes?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“Okay, what is it?” She looks at her mom and she nods to her daughter to give her and her husband some time together

“Umm~ I…I…” she didn’t know how to start this. “Dad I like someone.”

“Oh really? Is he nice?”

He?

“No dad umm~ I…I like a girl…her name is Stella…dad, I’m….I’m a lesbian…I like girls dad.”

König was a little shocked by what his daughter said but the shock wore off and it turned into happy tears

“DAD?!” She yells

“I’m so happy,” he says, walking to his daughter and holding her in an embrace

Y/n comes around the corner and saw her husband holding her daughter in a warm hug

“Did you know?” He asked Y/n

“I did…she was just nervous to tell you.”

“Heidi you are my daughter, my blood, you can love who you want to love, that is your decision.”

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Ghost



Oh come on, he knew

He figured it out

He pays great attention to minor details

He figured it out when he saw his son look at his best friend

And Ghost put the pieces together

His son Silas was nervous to tell his father not knowing he already knew

“Dad.”

“Yeah?” He says.

“I want to tell you something.”

“I already know, bud.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I know…you’re gay…”

“H-How did you?”

“When we went on that family holiday to the beach and you took your friend Mark with you…I saw how you two acted…I know bud and it’s okay…”

“Dad-“

“It’s okay bud. You are allowed to love who you wanna love. I’m not allowed to judge, it’s all about you, bud.”

“So you’re not…”

“What disappointed? Fuck no bud. Thats ridiculous to get upset about.”

“Thanks dad.”

“Of course bud.”

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Price

Like König he was clueless, his wife knew but he didn’t

Your son Beau was bisexual but was too afraid to say anything to Price

He was scared if his dad will accept him or not

Price came home from the gym, setting his bag on the ground and saw a little note by his wife letting him know she was at the store

Beau was sitting on the couch with his best friend Emmett

They didn’t know Price was home they looked at each other and without thinking they kissed

Which of course caught Price off guard

“Beau?” He says, both boys pulled away from each other jumping from the couch. Beau was stunned along with his best friend

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like.”

“I think it’s exactly what it looks like, and bud…it’s okay, but what about Charlotte?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh…I see, well, have fun, I’ll be in my office, tell if you need anything.”

“Is he okay?” Emmett asked.

“I think he’s just in shock,” Beau says.

And he was, but he was proud of his son

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Soap

Soap’s daughter was transitioning

He was changing his look, how he spoke and Soap didn’t notice his daughter changing before his eyes

He didn’t go by Kiara anymore but Kyle

Kyle was so scared to talk about him transitioning to his father and how Soap may not understand, Kyle broke when Soap kept calling him Kiara and using she and her

“Kiara, can you come unload the dishwasher please?” Soap calls.

Kyle was doing homework and needed to get it done, so he accidentally snapped at Soap.

“Not now I have schoolwork to do, I won’t have time and it’s Kyle!” He rolls his eyes at Soap.

“Kyle? Who the hell is Kyle?” He asked, Kyle paused and realized what he just did

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath

“Kiara?”

“Dad,” before he snapped again, he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. “Dad…I’m transgender…I’m not Kiara anymore, I’m Kyle…I’m not a girl anymore, I’m a boy.”

“Does your mother know?”

“Yes…I was just scared to tell you.”

“Oh, baby, it’s okay…I’m sorry I’ve been calling you the wrong name. You are my child…I understand, I have a few co-worker who are trans. I will try my hardest to call you by the right name and right pronouns. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay dad,” Kyle smiles at him.

“So, can you unload now?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

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Alejandro

You daughter wasn’t too nervous

Like König’s daughter she saw videos gone wrong but knowing her father, he will be just fine with it

Maria gets the strength and goes downstairs to where Alejandro sits on the couch

Maria was coming out as aromatic something that was light and something Alejandro may not understand that much

“Papa.”

“Yeah?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“Okay? What is it-wait is it something bad?”

“I don’t think so?”

“You don’t think so?”

“Papa!”

“Okay, okay, go on.”

“You know how I talked about not possibly being attracted to some people?”

“Yeah?”

“And you know how I said, that some people could also not feel love towards others?”

“Yes? Maria where’s this going?”

“Papa! I’m aromatic, I don’t have romantic feelings towards anyone, I don’t love anyone, I don’t know if could love anyone. I thought maybe something was wrong with me because I see how you and mami are and I don’t feel that way with anyone.”

Maria was talking fast, Alejandro could barely keep up with her words

“Amor, please, I think I understand.”

“Really?”

“Poco (little).”

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Gaz

Your son Kai was changing his look

Kai was becoming non-binary

Using They Them pronouns

Their mother accepts them

But what about their dad?

They were always worried about their dad. Their dad was a Sergeant and was nervous

Gaz has been picking up on his son’s appearance and how sometimes his wife will use they them pronouns when talking about his son

It does catch him off guard a bit and wants to know what’s going on

“Hey K, could I come in?”

“Yeah dad.”

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Kai asked a bit concerned

“Your mom…she keeps saying they a lot when she is talking about you…is everything okay?”

Your son swallowed a lump in his throat

Gaz looks around the bedroom seeing how it changed from the last time he’s seen. Sure they live in the same house together but he never came into Kai’s room because he never needed anything from Kai

“What’s that?” Gaz notices a flag on his son’s wall

Kai turns seeing he was asking about the non-binary flag.

“Dad…I’m non-binary.”

“What does that mean?”

“I use they, them pronouns, I haven’t changed that much, I’m still Kai. I just don’t believe I have a certain gender.”

“But you’re a-“

“A boy? Sometimes I don’t feel like one and I don’t feel feminine either…so I don’t identify with anything or anyone. So I don’t have a gender. I know it may be a bit confusing.”

“No, I think I get it. You just don’t identify as a boy or girl. You use they them pronouns. I get it, I’ll try my best to respect everything.”

“Thanks dad.”

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ᨳ. 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ↝ 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: basically the bowers mansion video but you're there and you help colby when he's scared because *awee*

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing and fluff bc &lt;;33

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: colby brock x fem!reader

𝐚/𝐧: my first imagine slay 😎 THIS IS NOT PROOF READ BTW!! i decided to do it on this video bc its probably one of my favs omg the activity they caught!! plus colby playing with the cats was so cute stop. i do have a questions box on here so if you wanna request something feel free!!! ok hope y'all enjoy ღ

bowers mansion - from the front, looks like a stunning victorian Italianate-style house hidden within a small neighbourhood in texas. but what lies inside is much more sinister than you could imagine.

and this is where i found myself, in between my two best friends - and seth of course - counting down as they prepared to say their welcomes to a camera, or their youtube subscribers. the intro was done and everyone introduced themselves, then sam suggested we should have a look around the property.

round to the front side of the house there was a cellar, a common recurring theme through all of the haunted videos the boys have done. "oh my god, no way!" sam panned the camera around to the three of us standing there behind him "someone is going down that cellar tonight" he immediately put his finger up to his nose, colby followed and i seconded it by one swift movement of my finger. everyone panned around to look at seth as he quickly realised what was going on, unfortunately, he was too late meaning he was going into the creepy cellar tonight, but we'll see where the night takes us.

we all took a minute to group up and sensibly, like adults, speak about what we were going to do tonight. all eyes were on me as colby asked me "are you scared" obviously mocking but i hoped to god he couldn't see that twinge in my eyes as i started up at the house. of course i was scared, i was about to step foot into a haunted house for the second time ever, the sallie house was not the best to look back to for comparison. but, my answer was a simple "no" as i rolled my eyes and playfully pushed against his shoulder, feeling the twinge of pink coming to my cheeks at the close contact.

sam made a great note to point out the cock on the bell next to the door as we stepped inside this house. Inside our tour guide was already waiting for us, holding his companion, his dog alice."wassup alice" colby said in that tone you use to speak to animals "just bites my hands off" he followed up with, making us all chuckle."she's got a k-II on her back" seth point out "wait actually" sam moved the camera to get a better look at her back whilst the guide moved her to show us her back, "yoooo" we all said in unison. "ghost doggy" i added, stroking her head.

"I gotta get y'all to sign a paper saying if you get hurt or attacked or something like that it ain't none of our fault" our tour guide, david, announced to us leading us over to some papers to sign. looked at colby in horror. confusion, fear? "oh great" he laughed sarcastically. In response, he then tried coming up to alice, but she ran away, as expected. I was certain i saw the emf reader on her back spike up to orange, but i brushed it off trying not to frighten myself before we even began investigating.

"oh, it's a little bathroom" colby announced in a sing-song voice. Turning deadpan to the camera "harry Potter lived under the stairs but i take shits under the stairs". standing in the middle of this tiny bathroom, face going red as he was mimicking you know... taking a shit.

"and make sure when y'all are coming up and down these steps tonight, that you keep your hands on the rails because somebody can push you. I do not know who does that.."

holding tightly onto the bannister, sam replied, "okay".

already making it halfway up the staircase, without anything pushing me, colby's words behind me were another great sign of comfort! not."off camera the guy told me, there is a very very high percentage of us falling through the floor at some point, so lets all not stand very close together"

"what do you mean?" whipping my head around "so like.. this whole place is gonna fall down?" "this place" he turned to me "is like over like one hundred and twenty years old". I gasped "one hundred and twenty, what!" i exclaimed. "noo, what if i get scared" i pouted "do i not get a comforting hug" i joked. "of course, of course" he played along pulling me into a hug to prove it. gosh, this is going to be a long night.

"this is mary's room" colby, our new tour guide apparently, explained as he led us into this room, "this is where she got, shot and killed" 'oooo' sam gasped 'oh my god it looks like a full-on god damn seance". the room itself was nice and spacious, with some strange chairs that did in fact look like - a seance, and another little room that peaked off to the side. colby snuck out first, so naturally, i followed behind

"what is it colbs" i questioned behind him. "honestly like, i don't know" "looks like a balcony" i hummed in response. "how do you like" looking at me as i paused, "get out? got no clue this doors locked" he finished my sentence for me motioning to the door beside me. Looking back into the bedroom to get a peak at what sam and seth were doing, i heard a small crash behind me, and then the call of my name. "y/n/n look"

turning to look, i saw him pushing on a screen that sat behind the window, and it was indeed leading to the balcony. "holy fuck colby, don't go breaking up the place" i laughed, meeting his eyes as he smiled down back at me. calling out to sam to come see what he'd found. "exploring time" colby announced, climbing through the window. with sam, who had already hit his foot on the door frame, behind him filming. sam went next complaining that it was not the right day to wear skinny jeans, and colby proclaiming he stole his line.

ducking my head as i stepped into this mystery room, a hand flew in front of me, looking up i met eyes with colby, who had outstretched his hand to help me through. obviously, i took his hand into mine, enjoying the feeling of skin to skin.. even if it was just his hand.

all of us had clamped through the little entrance and were now aiming for the other door on the other side of this tiny hallway. "wait like since this was locked we gotta be careful probably on these floors" colby made a good point, this was locked for a reason. "yeah this is probably where it's fucked" sam joined, but we kept walking anyways."we just fall through". "This is gonna get so many views" colby said laughing. "colby brock dies in a haunted mansion" sam exclaimed. chuckling, i did wonder what was happen if we fell through, but as usual, i pushed the thought to the back of my mind

"that one says no entry as well" sam pointed out as we crowded around the little door. Colby tried the door handle, and to everyone's surprise, it was open. "looks like we can enter to me" he followed with an evil laugh.Entering the small balcony, it felt like it was being supported by twigs, "this is gonna fall through" all three of us said at the same time, looking at each other laughing. "we might be the first and last to investigate this" "yeah were like, we are the first investigators to really investigate this place" he makes a movement of falling through the floor. "yeah now let's go back inside before we do actually fall and die" me, with the brains, obviously.

"who's sleeping here tonight" tour guide colby led us into yet another room, but this one had a bed "yooooo they actually have a bed" sam shouted "we could do a slumber party" "hell yeah" i agreed.

"they should just make this a hotel" a gasp came from colby making us suddenly look in his direction. "actually" he pointed a finger "i remember seeing this room online, this is Bernard's room" "oh!" "this is where he would just sit at the window every single day and just do nothing" "that's so sad" i imagine how lonely he would have been.

snapping me out of my thoughts, colby finds yet again another place we are probably not supposed to be in. an old, black wooden door the paint chipping off as it's withered over time. he slowly pulls the door open and reveals some stairs, they're painted blue and yet again look worn. They lead downwards and they turn, it's complete darkness down there, and the stairs don't feel particularly safe either-not one bit of this house does. but we proceeded to go down anyway. sam goes first, saying something about shitting? I wasn't really listening, just trying to safely get down the stairs. colby follows him with the camera, then me, then seth. somehow colby found his way to the front of the line and goes down to adventure by himself. I heard him talk about another potty but the lord knows. meanwhile, the rest of us head into this boiler-looking room.

"so i think the only basement to this place is the cellar that we saw" colby pointed out. I was now standing with my back to the stairs as we all stood talking about what this room could be. "we have to go outside the to get to the c-"

BANG!

a loud slam was heard upstairs, we all jumped. "that was right behind me" i shouted "what the fuck was that" i coward."what the fuck" "was that upstairs" "it was upstairs" seth confirmed. "keep it recording" sam pointed as he headed back up the stairs. "wait was that upstairs" colby, confused, asked "yeah bro that was the fucking door" seth replied. "no way that was not" "it was literally right behind me colby" i shouted back, trailing upstairs behind sam.

"the doors fucking closed' sam yelled out "the fucking door just closed by itself" "there's no draft up here" "holy shit" we were all talking over each other. "bernards room is the most active" colby bellowed out, scaring sam in the process. "that's what he told me" "bernard told you that?" i asked creasing my eyebrows. "no he-" cutting himself off, laughing. "bernard just shut us in the basement, he's like don't come back" sam declared. we had only been in this house for around twenty minutes and i already had a bad vibe.

the tour guide had just left us alone for the night, so it was time to start the proper investigation. we had been trying to film the story behind this house. but every time we would hear a noise coming from upstairs. colby was certain there was someone in here with us, but we searched and found... no one.

regrouping at the bottom of the staircase, we began to explain to the camera about bernard, the man's room where the door slammed. there was noise after noise after noise, there has to be someone or something here. 

sending colby upstairs first, which he was more than happy to go and throw a punch at whoever was upstairs messing with us, i have to admit was hot. I lingered behind him when he took the lead, however, when we walked past the "private, do not enter" room i noticed something. the door looked like it had been... moved? shaking my head i moved on, still trailing behind him. until we both heard this... meow? why would we be hearing meows in an abandoned mansion? I looked at him and he nodded, acknowledgement to show me that he heard it too. turning around to walk back down the hallway, he pulled out his phone to film

but i stopped at that same door. the private one, the one i thought was open. "colby" i hollered down the hallway, he came running back out another room. "what, what happened" he sounded almost worried? I decided to ignore it, for now, brushing it off as a fragment of my imagination. "the door is open" i responded "the door?" he sounded equally as confused. "yeah the door, you remember the one that was locked" "how the fuck.." "i know right, i walked past it before i just thought nothing of it" he went to push it open. "wait, don't" i stopped him "sam!!" i called down to the blonde boy downstairs who was setting up our equipment

he paced up the stairs, with the camera in his hand, and i assumed it was recording. "yeah, what?" he panted out. "look the fucking door is open" i gestured. "what, how it was locked" "that's what i thought but it's open" "shall we open it?" he questioned. "yeah" colby butted in outstretching his hand again, i made no move to stop him this time letting sam film around me as we all peered around to see what was in this room

to our surprise, we were met with 7 pairs of glowing eyes. cats...?

colby jumped as one of the cats approached the door, he looked back at our group. "what the fuck' i was the first one to speak out "why is there like 18 cats in a room" i questioned, bewildered. we must have been playing with the cats for at least half an hour. them passing the cat ball back to us and seeing their little faces pop up when we stuck our phones in was such a nice little distraction from where we actually are.

 but sam wanted to start the investigation soon, so we all huddled outside, deciding what equipment we each are going to use. colby got to be inside on his own with the k-II a small device that scans electromagnetic fields, measuring them with a bright LED array that moves from green to red depending on their strength. seth has the ovilus, a device which also uses its temperature and magnetic field detector to pick up words and spit them out using its built-in dictionary. and sam had to be in the cellar on his own, with a rem pod, that detects physical touch or temperature change, and a night vision camera

me on the other hand had to choose. It was between seth and colby. sam wasn't offended when i passed up the offer to come down to a scary cellar. I knew i was going to choose colby, of course, i just had to. but for the dramatics, i pretended to think.

"ok I'm going to have to choose hm... colby" "great choice" he smiled side hugging me. loaded up with a camera and a music box, that plays a tune when motion is detected in front of it, we headed inside.

"game plan" colby announced when we were situated inside. "you stay downstairs and I'll go upstairs, that good?" i nodded. his expression softened slightly, looking into my eyes "you don't have to do this y/n" he pulled me into a hug. for a millisecond i was frozen, but i came to my senses as i relaxed into him, inhaling his scent, i did feel calmer. "im ok" i muttered into his chest "ill do it" . "ok" he pulled away and held me by my shoulders "let's do this" he winked before turning around and heading upstairs

a few good minutes went by while i set up, setting up a camera on a ledge wasn't as easy as i thought. i could hear colby walking around upstairs, i assumed talking to the camera.

i set the music box down in the hallway behind me, let it calibrate, and started asking questions. nothing was really happening, i was debating about moving into a new spot, but as soon as i went to pick up the music box, a loud crash was heard from upstairs.

frozen, i called out to colby. was that him or...

"colby" i yelled up the stairs. i could faintly hear him cursing to himself, and his footsteps get closer to the stairs. turning my head towards the stairs, i met his eye. he was visibly shaken, almost pale, and sweating. "holy shit colby what happened" running over to him grabbing his arm as he stood in the middle of the room with, said arm, over his mouth and one holding the camera. i could feel him shake under my clutch. confused as to what happened i kept asking. but he didn't say anything.

"come on colbs let's go outside" dragging him by his arm, he was getting sweaty and i knew he needed some fresh air. i manoeuvred him to sit down on the stairs. sitting up one from him so i could reach his head, and hold it into my chest, trying to get him to calm down his breathing. "It's ok colbs i got you" "i got you" i kept repeating, reassuring him i was there. i kissed the top of his head, which was still resting against his chest, we must have been there for about 15 minutes before he finally sat up. 

"what was that colbs what happened" he just looked at me, my eyes were pleadings for some answers. "that door"...

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader render by: @661ave

part THREE

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You start to think that you’re going mad, losing your mind bit by bit. You are constantly looking over your shoulder because you feel like someone’s gaze is glued to your back. Your eyes wander all the time, seeking to spot anyone who looks suspicious, who might stare at you for too long or linger nearby a lot, not letting you out of their sight.

The messages haven’t stopped and anytime you talk with someone for longer than five minutes, you receive another one. As a result, you begin to avoid everyone. You leave the conversation before it even starts. When someone approaches you, you excuse yourself, and if you can’t find a reason to disappear, you nervously grip your phone in your hand, waiting for it to buzz and alert you to yet another harassing text, telling you what you should and shouldn’t do.

However, after a full week of being alone, avoiding everyone and everything, your phone becomes silent. The anonymous texter ceases to send threats, luring you into a false sense of security.

Perhaps it’s all over. Maybe the stranger grew bored because they didn’t expect you to follow their rules, and since you do, they realised it’s no longer amusing to screw with you.

When another week goes by without the video being leaked, you convince yourself that it’s all really over. You even deleted the cursed conversation hoping it would also erase the entire incident from your mind and make you forget about it all.

Everything was getting back to normal. So when Vanessa, one of your friends, invited you to a small get-together before everyone leaves the base for the holidays, you gladly accepted the invite, eager to socialise with some people instead of spending yet another evening on your couch with a bowl of popcorn with eyes glued to the screen.

The small gathering turned out to be more of a small party. You all met up in the abandoned wing, where all the empty offices that nobody used anymore were, and where, across the hallway, in the other room, you and Ghost fucked. Though you tried not to think about it, refusing to let that video, and the memory of that night, consume your thoughts and stress you out when you came here tonight to unwind and have fun.

At first, you felt a little uncomfortable because you knew only a few people.

Vanessa kept bringing you drinks, which you never turned down, even if they were a touch too strong for your taste since you preferred sweet, colourful cocktails over some cheap booze. But you weren’t the one paying for the alcohol, so you didn’t complain.

Charles was also present, but you did everything possible to evade him, treating him as if he were a plague. Ever since your last conversation with him, you felt awful for running off and leaving him, and although he said nothing about it then, the following day, or even now, you’ve decided it’s best to stay out of his way.

When your phone buzzed, paranoia washed over you for a brief moment. Your heart dropped. And you had to take a deep breath before unlocking it, but when you saw that it was just a battery warning, you exhaled, scolding yourself for scaring yourself over some silly notification.

“Here’s another one.” Vanessa blocked your path as you attempted to shuffle to the corner of the room without being seen. “I noticed your cup is empty. Again.”

The corner of your lips lazily tugged upwards, and you offered her a smile, which continued to linger on your face.

You didn’t think it was a great idea to drink more because you were already dizzy. Your vision was blurry and your surroundings swayed. However, you savoured the carefree feeling that wrapped around your body, not wanting it to fade away, as you accepted the drink from her.

“Thanks.” You nodded and took a sip. Well, more like a big gulp. The drink was sweet, you could taste the pineapple juice, but it was also very strong, and whatever alcohol was mixed in, it burned the back of your throat, causing you to cough a little.

“Easy there.” Vanessa laughed, curling her fingers around your shoulder. Her hand then softly rubbed your back, dropping when you stopped coughing. “There’s no need to rush.”

“True.” You nodded, taking another sip. “But this one… is my last drink tonight.” You raised the cup a little. “I’m cutting myself off. I don't want my tomorrow's hangover to become even more unbearable than it already promises to be.”

You continued to chat with Vanessa. A few more people joined it, and you didn’t even realise how quickly the time started passing.

When your cup emptied again, you excused yourself and left the crowd behind to head to the bathroom.

You wandered down the empty hallway. The absence of noise was a balm for your pounding head, providing a much-needed moment of tranquillity.

As you rounded the corner, the sound of heavy footsteps reached your ears. You came to a halt far too quickly and had to steady yourself by placing your hand against the cold wall. After you looked over your shoulder, you noticed a figure approaching you.

Ghost.

He was walking fast. You instinctively stepped to the side, pressing your back to a closed door. You expected him to acknowledge you, to stop, and perhaps say something. But he strolled by you without sparing you a glance; his eyes didn’t settle on you once.

For some reason, you felt a little disappointed. You had no reason to be expecting anything. Just because you slept together quite a while ago, it didn’t mean he was required to talk to you. Even if you secretly wanted him to.

You couldn’t get Ghost, and him ignoring you, out of your mind. No matter how hard you tried to shift your thoughts, clear your head and think of something else, it didn’t work. So when you were making your way back, after deciding that another hour at the party wouldn’t hurt, you weren’t paying attention and bumped into someone.

“Shit. Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” The words spilled out of you and you dropped to your knees when you realised the person had dropped a folder on the floor.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention either.”

You picked up a few pieces of paper and raised your head. Your eyes widened a little, and a heat rushed to your cheeks when you realised you had walked straight into Price.

You knew who he was, and that Ghost was in his squad, but you were very certain that Captain did not know who he was talking with. But that didn’t matter, and it didn’t change the fact that you had a silly crush on him. Almost every female soldier at the base did: he was a handsome, slightly older man with a British accent, who didn’t go out of his way to chastise soldiers in a harsh manner just because he could, and because no one would ever dare to say anything to him.

“Thank you, love.” He said when you handed him the folder. The colour of your cheeks deepened, becoming a brighter shade of red, and you had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot.

You were drunk, blushing and desperately wanting to drag out the conversation, to make it last longer, and maybe hear him call you love again because the way the nickname rolled off his tongue made you melt and feel giddy.

Thankfully, Price didn’t appear to be in a hurry, either. You fiddled with your fingers anxiously, your tongue sliding across your bottom lip as you attempted to think of something to say. But it was difficult to put words into sentences and then actually utter them out loud, so silence crept in and you remained mute.

He observed your bright red cheeks as his eyes wandered over your face. His lips formed a smile. You were very sure he could smell the booze on your breath, so you were surprised when he didn’t say anything about it.

You exhaled disappointedly when he told you he had to go. You were still at a loss for words. And you kept your mouth shut to avoid embarrassment by saying something dumb.

“Have a nice evening, love. And watch where you’re going; you don’t want to run into anything else and end up hurt.”

He laughed, and you chuckled, nodding your head and stepping to the side, allowing him to pass and walk away.

You watched as he vanished out of your sight.

As you began to drag your feet down the hallway, silently humming to yourself and replaying your interaction with Price, wishing that alcohol would have turned you bolder and more confident instead of making you lose your ability to speak, your phone buzzed.

You groaned, thinking that it was another notification, alerting you about your low battery; you didn’t have a charger to remedy the annoying problem, so it probably would have been quite wise to turn off the sound.

However, when you unlocked your phone, you lost your balance and almost fell. Instantly, a wave of nausea surged through your stomach, causing it to churn uncomfortably. The familiar sensation of anxiety crept up, manifesting as a tightness in your chest that made it hard to breathe. Paranoia gripped your mind, while an overwhelming sense of being watched loomed over you. It felt as if invisible eyes were boring into your back. You felt paralyzed, your body was immobile, but your hands still trembled as your eyes scanned the words on your screen.

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Hi, would you write a Colby Brock x plus size reader?

Ooooh, I love this! Of course, I hope I capture what you want.

Fate

Pairing: Colby Brock x Plus Size!Reader

Warning: mentions of alcohol, mild cussing but mainly fluff, kissing, body appreciation, booty touching

Summary: You met Colby at a thrift store and instantly fell in love with him.

Y/BF/N: Your best friend’s name

Y/E/C: Your eye color

Today was your weekly thrift store day, you and Y/BF/N met up at your favorite thrift store. Normally you would avoid the clothes mainly because they didn’t fit and you were a little bigger than most girls, the jeans either fit your hips and not your thighs or they’d fit your thighs and not your hips. Y/BF/N wanted to find some cute vintage clothes for a party she was going to and she loved your sense of style and asked you to help out. “Y/N please help me your outfits are always so cute and they fit you perfectly.” You rolled your eyes combing through countless clothes “Y/BF/N, your style is amazing. What’s the theme of the party?” You pulled out a vest with tassels on it, made a face then put it back “Decades party but I know everyone is gonna do the 90’s I wanna do like the 70’s or 80’s maybe even the 60’s.” You nodded and moved down a row “Well, I say do 70’s, we can find some cute bell bottoms, a fun crop top, and a headband.” The two of you walked around a bit until you found the whole outfit, blue jean bell bottoms, a green, purple, and orange crop top, and a headband the same color as the shirt “It’s your turn.” You shook your head “I’m uh- not going.” She stopped in her tracks and stared at you “Yes you are, I can’t go without you!” You shrugged and continued to look at the clothes in front of you “Parties aren’t my thing and you know that.” Just as you were about to pick up a leather jacket from the rack someone else picked it up on the other side, you looked over and saw the most gorgeous man ever, his beautiful blue eyes met your Y/E/C and he smiled “I am so sorry, were you about to pick this up?” You nodded as he pointed to the jacket, he walked around the rack and held it out for you to take “I’m sorry, here you go.” You blinked a few times then shook your head “It’s okay, you picked it up first.” He practically put the hanger in your hand “You saw it first, and besides I think it would look way better on you than me.” He smiled and looked you up and down taking in your figure, his eyes met yours again and he winked before he walked away. You stood there staring at Colby as he walked out of the store "Girl, he was so cute!" That snapped you out of your trance "He was" You looked down at the jacket in your hand and decided to buy it along with a couple other pieces of clothing and the rest of your costume will be with your own clothing. You and Y/BF/N started getting ready for the party.

You and Y/BF/N finally made it to the party, your costume consisted of a baggy white t-shirt, baggy jeans, a black leather jacket, and a fanny pack. You stood with your other friends listening to them talk about what they wanna do for the rest of the weekend, you couldn’t concentrate on anything they were saying, you hated parties you’d rather stay home and watch a murder documentary on netflix, or watch ghost hunting videos on youtube. “Earth to, Y/N.” You snapped your head in the direction of the voice, it was Y/BF/N you hummed in response “You okay?” You took a sip of your drink and nodded “You know I hate parties” She put her hand on your shoulder “I know, but you need to get out of your room and have a little bit of fun.” You sighed to yourself then nodded “You’re right, let’s dance.” You and your friends went out the dance floor and just started dancing, soon other people crowded around you guys dancing as well, a few minutes later you felt hands on your hips, you turned around and came face to face with the boy you met at the thrift shop, he smiled at you “Hi, I’m Colby.” You smiled and continued dancing with him “I’m Y/N.” He smiled and ran his hands over all of your curves, that instantly gave you butterflies, no one has ever made you feel good about your body and he barely did anything “I love your curves, from the moment I saw you at the thrift store I knew I had to talk to you, so I reached for the jacket at the same time as you, and I was wrong.” He paused for a second and looked you up and down “I said that the jacket would look good on you, but truthfully you make that jacket look good.” You felt your cheeks heat up “You don’t even know me.” He nodded and stared into your eyes “True, but I will spend the rest of my life getting to know you.” He smiled and caressed your body, not in a sexual way but in admiration, you could tell he liked your body and admired it even though he didn’t know you and you didn’t know him but you both felt some type of connection that made you feel comfortable. You didn’t realize how much time has passed because you two were the only ones dancing “Y/N, I really hope you don’t take this the wrong way but your body is amazing, your curves, and I’m sorry I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward” His hands made his way to your butt and gave it a small squeeze “But this is my favorite.” You didn’t know what came over you but you couldn’t help yourself, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips gently against his, his hands made their way to your low back, pulling you closer to him, the two of you slowly pulled back and just stared at each other “I’ve been waiting since the thrift store to do that.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I never want to let you go.” You giggled a bit and hugged him back “That’s really cute, you’re really cute.” The two of you moved to the side and sat down and talked the rest of the night.

A/N: I hope you like this, I don’t know Colby’s preference but I wholeheartedly believe Colby would be super clingy and like thicker girls.

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[vanoincidence]

The Ghoul Kids || Van, Nora & Kyle

TIMING: before ireland (mid march). LOCATION: nora's crypt/cemetery. PARTIES: @honeysmokedham @xdarkhowlx & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: van and nora are hanging out when nora hears somebody. they investigate, and there's kyle just hanging out! CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

Kyle had heard enough around town to know he shouldn’t go to the cemeteries after dark. Teachers, parents, concerned citizens–everyone said that it was dangerous at night. There were things that could get you hurt or worse. He knew enough to heed those warnings to a degree. Surely that only applied to being in a cemetery at night. Kyle would just go right before dark. There was nothing that could remedy a bad day at work like blaring his moody playlists and watching the sun set below the headstones. He would leave once it was dark. 

Finding a tombstone near the small lake in the middle of Mistwood Park, Kyle sat with his back against it. The way the sunset reflected in the lake was beautiful. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, happy to have time to himself where he didn’t have to worry about trying to pick the carrots out of coleslaw for minimum wage. For just a second, he thought he heard something. Kyle sat up and took out an earbud. He listened intently, but the sound didn’t come again. He replaced the earbud and relaxed again. After a moment, he heard something that he was sure was nearby.

Removing both his earbuds this time, he called out to nothing in particular. “Hello?”

The shared tombstones of Wallace and Mackie McGruffins made for the perfect bench. The conjoined stone was supposed to symbolize their joined love, together even in death. Which was bullshit, since Wallace was standing three feet behind Nora in ghost form, and Mackie had passed on. Wallace was too scared to move on, something he and Nora had been talking through in their spare time. Even though he claimed to miss Mackie with his whole heart, he claimed he just wasn’t ready to march into the light and take a chance when hell would probably grab him before he could march into heaven to meet Mackie. 

“I smell someone,” Nora noted, looking up from her phone scrolling, and looking over at whatever game Van was playing. It was a series of characters doing things. Video games were never something Nora could get into, despite her best friend’s love for them. “We should eat them.” Nora jumped to her feet, letting out a sharp piercing whistle to call over Babadook. He would know the drill. Nobody walked into Nora’s cemetery and made it out without becoming a meal. Not waiting to see if Van would follow, Nora slipped between the rows of tombstones, following the scent of axe body spray and restaurant fumes. 

A lone stranger, around their age, sat in his graveyard, he must have heard her whistle because he called out hello? “Hello.” An illusion whispered in his ear, before a disembodied smile popped next to him. “Hello.” It said again, its eyes opening on the other side of the kid. “Hello!” They exclaimed, rolling around in the air, bubbling with laughter. 

“Huh?” Van looked up from the ongoing fight, tapping autobattle on the screen before she twisted around to see the direction that Nora was motioning towards. “Eat them? Nora, I don’t think people would taste very good. Unless they were like, made out of gummy worms, but then I think that’d still be weird to eat people.” She didn’t think that Nora was being serious about eating people– at least, in the way she was familiar with. Maybe it was a bugbear thing, something about the fear being tasty…? Was the person near them scared? Nora left before Van could say much else and she was scrambling to her feet, phone forgotten behind her as Blade absolutely destroyed the enemy Cocolia. “Hey, wait–” 

Van stumbled forward, grabbing onto Nora’s arm. There was no attempt to draw her back, but to instead hold onto her as they ventured forward. She saw him first, and then the illusions as they popped up next to him. She tried her best to not focus on the illusions that Nora created, and instead study the face of the intruder. “Kyle?” Van looked over at Nora. “I went to school with him– he can get you ham, I bet.” She actually didn’t know if that was true, but figured she could try satiating Nora’s hunger in a different way. Though, she wasn’t the type to stifle anyone’s creativity, she knew that Kyle was the… weird type, and god forbid he equate this to something like homestuck. 

Kyle saw the illusory mouths before he saw Nora or Van. With a yelp, he swatted at them in an attempt to dispel the visions. He expected to make contact with the smiles as he pawed at them, but his hand passed through open air. Maybe this is why so many town goers said to stay out of the cemeteries at night. Maybe you got attacked by phantom smiles. Wishing he’d heeded the warnings, Kyle leapt to his feet and spun around to face whoever had said his name. His blood felt hot inside his veins; his body wanted to react, to shift, to be ready. His eyes fell upon an unexpected face, and the urge to attack was momentarily sated. 

“Vanessa?” he called, confused by his former classmate’s sudden appearance. There was a girl with her that Kyle didn’t really recognize, but she looked vaguely familiar in a way he couldn’t place. Maybe she had also gone to school with them. That didn’t seem like the right context, but he didn’t know where else he could have seen her. He addressed the two of them, still eyeing up the stranger. She smelled off. Like cobwebs and cured meats. “What’re you doing here? There’s—there’s—,” he trailed off, gesturing to the disembodied smiles that still floated around him. He didn’t know what to call them, what to say. He knew this town was weird, but this was weird. No matter how much he swatted, they didn’t dissipate. “I don’t know what’s going on,” he admitted. “I think we should go.”

“People taste good.” Nora assured her friend as they went to find the intruder. Didn’t this person know you weren’t supposed to walk around graveyards by yourself? That’s how you got in trouble. Nora watched in disgust as a hand flitted through her illusions. Gross. Touching illusions was just wrong, but Nora didn’t say anything about it because it seemed that Kyle and Van knew each other. They were saying each other’s names. “It’s a graveyard,” Nora reported. “There is always something weird going on here.” It was her graveyard, and she tried to scare off anyone who came close, especially alone. 

“How do you know this guy? Why does he call you Vanessa?” Nora had only ever heard Van refer to herself as Van, but not like the care. Never with the extra letters trailing off the N. But because Nora didn’t know anything close to self-control, as Kyle was telling them they should leave, she had the illusionary face pieces combined. Slowly a form started to come together behind them, creating the appearance of a monster dropping camouflage and revealing itself. “Boo.” It said before laughing hysterically into Kyle’s ear. 

Van’s expression soured at being called Vanessa. There was a time in school where instead of Van, people called her Essa. That was better than Vanessa, she thought. She looked over at Nora, realizing that she hadn’t yet let the illusions drop. She felt a little bad for Kyle, but again– she wasn’t going to tell Nora to stop, especially not if it would hurt her feelings or anything like that. “Van,” she corrected him. She looked over at Nora with a shrug, “he full named me.” She remembered telling Nora not like the car, but never anything about the Essa part. 

“We went to school together, like, forever ago.” It wasn’t that long ago, really– three years ago she’d graduated, and it was weird to think about. So much had changed since then. Nora was making the illusions do other things now, and Van jumped slightly, despite not being up close and personal with the visions. 

Kyle barely heard what either of them said over the laughter that encircled his head. He caught the part about school and frowned. By no means had they been friends, but school wasn’t so long ago that they were complete strangers. It was hard to think past the illusions, though, and he made no comment save for a quick apology. “Van, sorry.” Could Van not see what was floating around his head? Could her friend not see? Did they think he was swatting mosquitoes? Flagging a taxi? Landing a plane?

“Van, can you actually–,” he said, cutting himself off at the sight of movement. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw shapes shifting; solidifying. With mounting horror, Kyle realized the smiles were melding together to become some kind of beast. The hairs on Kyle’s neck and arms stood on end, and he had to suppress a shudder. As the creature grew in size, Kyle began backing up. His breath hitched in his chest. Boo. He backpedaled faster, tripping over a pillow headstone and landing on his back. Kyle scrambled back until his back was pressed to another grave marker. “Van?” he called. “Are you seeing this?” 

It was a delightful feast. Nora had never been to a My Chemical Romance concert, but if she had she’d imagine Kyle’s fear would take like a mosh pit gone wrong in that particular venue. “Oh, classmate.” The worst kind of person someone could see. Nora watched as Kyle toppled to the ground. There was something familiar about his scent, something she’d smelled before but if only she could place it. “No, we’re not seeing this.” Nora let the illusions drop away. They dispersed into nothingness. That was enough. Stranger found. Stranger feasted upon. Stranger would probably leave now that the graveyard was proven to be a considerably scary place. Unless Van wanted to catch up with her old classmate. 

Kyle was tripping over his feet now, and Van shot a look over to Nora. She could see everything that Kyle was seeing, and though she knew if she were on the other side of this that she’d be scared, too– she was safe by Nora’s side. She didn’t think Nora would do this to her. Or maybe she would, she wasn’t sure. Then again, she was sort of always afraid, so maybe Nora didn’t actually need to make her afraid? Either way, Van watched Kyle. Before she could answer him and tell him that yes, she could see it– Nora was answering and she snapped her mouth shut. “Um– what are you talking about?” It felt bad to lie, but she lied about a lot of things. “Kyle, are you okay?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to impress Nora, or cover up for Nora. At this point, she was sort of going along with it, anyway. “What happened?” 

Just as quickly as the monster had formed, it was gone, and Kyle was left dumbfounded. Had he really imagined all of that? Was that a werewolf thing he didn’t know about yet? Was he losing his grip? The last sentiment was surely not true as his hands twisted into the ground, gripping fistfuls of grass and clawing at the dirt as he tried to quell the panic inside him. 

“There—there was—,” he stammered. Kyle didn’t rightly know what to say. He pointed a finger to the space where something had stood. “I don’t know. I—maybe a spirit? I saw something weird—are—are you sure you didn’t see anything, Van? Or, uh, sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He looked between Van and her friend. His eyes pleaded for some kind of help from either of them. 

“A spirit?” Nora repeated, looking around the graveyard. She could see many spirits in the graveyard. The majority of them were her friends, that’s what happens when your neighbors can walk through walls and refuse to respect privacy. Nora was a lot like a ghost, in that regard. “That’s crazy.” The expressionless affect of her voice perhaps didn’t do anything to help convince Kyle that she felt like it was “crazy,” wild, or otherwise out of this world. “Van, did you see something weird?” But Kyle was researching for names and understanding now. “Oh me? I’m no one. Just Van’s friend.”

“A spirit?” Van echoed Nora’s question. Her stomach sank slightly as she embroiled herself in the lies, but only because she knew if she were in Kyle’s shoes, she would be panicking. The earth might even open up beneath her, too. She looked over at Nora as her friend asked if she’d seen anything, and she shook her head, refusing to hesitate. She felt like a bully; like the ones who’d corner her in the playground. She didn’t like it very much, but it wasn’t like Kyle was actually in any real trouble, right? The illusions were gone, and they’d leave, and everything would be fine. As Kyle asked Nora’s name, she shot a glance over to her to see what she’d give him, and with no surprise, she gave nothing. “She’s just my friend. She goes by Vriend. Van friend.” It was the first thing that came to mind, but she wasn’t sure if he’d buy it. “Maybe you should um… get some glasses or something?” 

“What, you don’t believe in spirits?” Kyle clicked his tongue derisively, but it was merely a front to cover the fact his heart was still pounding in his chest. If neither Van, nor her oddly familiar friend could see what Kyle had just seen, it was clearly some kind of spiritual intervention here, he supposed. “Maybe we should go,” he said, unsure. “Or, um, maybe I should go.” He stood back up, dusting grass and dirt off his pants. Maybe he wasn’t meant to be here right now. Maybe if he stayed, those things would come back and maybe he wouldn’t escape this time. The thought made Kyle’s throat feel tight and his hands clammy. He looked between Van and her friend again, ready to say his goodbyes and head out. “I’ll see you around, I guess, Van,” he said.. “Nice to meet you, Vriend,” he added with an expression that was meant to be a smile, but came out as more of a grimace. His eyes lingered on Vriend for a moment, trying to put a name to a face. “Sorry, did you go to school here? You just look so familiar, almost like–,” he stopped short, brows pulling together. The rest of his sentence was lost to the realization that Vriend could be a doppelganger for an influencer he used to follow on Instagram–one that hadn’t been seen in almost exactly three years. It couldn’t be. Could it? Skipping a beat before picking back up where he left off, Kyle squinted at Van’s friend. “–like Eleanor Pine,” he said slowly.

Cruelty had turned into a second nature for Nora, a defense mechanism against a world that had cruelty comments on her upbringing. In the back of her mind, there was a part of her that knew she shouldn’t bully a kid in a graveyard by scaring him, feasting on him, then gaslighting him. But this was who she had become and the only version of herself she knew how to be. That little voice died the moment Kyle said her real name. “You’ve got me mistaken for someone.” For the year she’d lived in Wicked’s Rest, she had seen herself as safe. Nobody noticed, and those that did were close enough to her not to care. So who was this Kyle to say her name so brazenly? The hair on her arms raised, her heart beat faster. This would die here, even if she had to scare the words out of him. “I heard she’s dead. Besides, she could never do this.” The bear tore through her. Her flesh, muscles, and clothes all ripped around her. A scream bellowed through the bear’s mouth, threatening Kyle. 

Kyle seemed like he wanted to go, and Van was grateful. She wanted to hang out with Nora, just the two of them– void of any weirdness or drama. Weirdness being not the weirdness inherently within them, obviously. Both she and Nora were pretty weird. Van looked at Nora from the corner of her eye, but kept her head straight. Her face fell slightly at the mention of Nora’s real name. Van knew that Nora didn’t like when people recognized her, or spoke about her in the way that could bring her actual name into things. It was why Van spent time remembering names that started with n so that she could call Nora anything but her actual name. Van turned towards Nora now, opening her mouth to say something, but instead clothes tore from her body– the sound of bone and flesh cascading across the mass of something bigger, and suddenly Nora was not next to her, but her bear form. Van wasn’t afraid of her bear, and she knew Nora would never hurt her, but Kyle didn’t know that. “Um– you–” Shit,shit, shit. “Kyle, you should like, definitely go… she um– hasn’t uh, had her snickers today.” 

Kyle opened his mouth to apologize for the confusion, to really just leave, but in seconds everything had changed. The fight or flight feeling had returned tenfold. What had been almost like a hunger pang before was now an all-consuming clawing in the pit of his gut. Trying to fight off the primal urge to shift his shape was like trying to hold a door shut against a flood. Sometimes Kyle managed to stay dry, but most of the time he was no match against the torrent. Today was no exception. If he’d been able to control himself, he might’ve laughed at Van’s bad joke. If he had better comedic timing, he might have even joked that he hadn’t had his Snickers either. Dogs and chocolate. But his classmate’s words were lost in the bear of it all, and Kyle squeezed his eyes shut. He let the wave of pure fear and panic break over him, folding in on himself as his body seized and snapped itself into shape. He choked out a sound between a sob and a snarl as the wolf took form. Panting from exertion, the wolf stared down the bear through its brow. It bared its teeth and growled, returning the threat.  It wouldn’t make the first move, but it would not back down either.

This wasn’t the first time Nora had turned into a bear to scare someone. This wasn’t even the first time that Nora turned into a bear to scare someone and they turned into a werewolf as a response. At this point, Nora would normally transform back, too awed to fight. But this fucker knew who she was. He had knowledge that Nora loathed him for having. She wanted him to be scared, she wanted him to wet himself and run away, tail between his legs, crying because the big bad wolf was nothing compared to the bear. And, the small part of her mind, the part that remembered werewolves lost themselves to their wolves when they transformed, reminded her that Van was human, exposed, and in danger. The bear postured herself between the wolf and her friend, a yodel of a growl escaping her raised hackles. Illusions danced around the bear, the ghosts of other more terrifying polar bears creating a threatening line between Kyle and Van. They threatened to charge with their very postures, their long claws covered in blood, the pelts of dead wolves worn as capes around their necks. Run little wolf. 

Van hadn’t anticipated the snapping of more bones– the tearing of more flesh. Her eyes widened as she took in Kyle’s form being taken over by something completely different. That was no bear, but… a wolf? Of course werewolves existed. Of course this shitty stupid town would produce things out of a storybook, only to make them more horrific. It was animalistic in nature, but kept a manor of humanness to it that Nora’s bear form never took. A scream trapped itself behind Van’s lips as she staggered backwards. Illusions burst from the air, dancing around Kyle’s wolf form in a one-sided fight. She knew she should run, as she was severely out of her depth here, but to leave Nora with Kyle– what would happen to her? Van couldn’t use her magic, not in a way that mattered, not without it pulling Kyle to the depths of the earth, and so Van tried to remain calm; tried to have faith that Nora wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her, because she wouldn’t. Nora never would. Nora protected her, even if she’d shrug it off later. Van stood behind Nora’s bear form, lip trembling.

One bear, he could take. One bear was nothing. One bear, and a flimsy girl with her salty tears. A growl rumbled from the wolf’s chest. If Kyle was thinking logically, he wouldn’t have picked this fight. Van would certainly be on the losing side of his claws. The bear had size, though and, rationally, he would not win against those claws. Nothing about the wolf was rational. He locked eyes with and advanced on the bear slowly, a silent dare. The appearance of other bears was something the wolf had not counted on. Even in the low light of the cemetery, he could see the blood glistening on their maws. His breathing became more shallow and his ears flattened against his head. More and more bears manifested out of nothing, and the wolf’s advance turned immediately to a panicked retreat. The urge to fight lingered in his muscles; he didn’t want to back down from the challenge he had issued. But the same need for survival that had caused Kyle to shift tugged at his stomach again. He let out a howl and, at last, turned and ran off into the dark.

Nora let the illusionary bears drift off her along with her bear. Human Nora stood naked in front of Van. “Huh. That was weird.” Nora noted, leaning down to start picking her torn clothes. Well, they were technically Van’s torn clothes. “Never had a werewolf run from me before.” Van had been smothered in fear, it radiated off her in tasty snack sized waves. Nora finished picking up her pieces, looking up at Van. “First werewolf?” She asked, as if it was a simple reality. But to Nora it had been, all the werewolves she’d met had been the closest thing to her she’d ever met. “They aren’t like me.” Nora slid in, “The wolves are their own being, I think. When I’m a bear, it’s me. The bear is just a different body. When they are wolves, they aren’t them. They are wolves. The guy will be fine, maybe he’ll think this was a werewolf induced dream or something.” Nora stretched. “Let's go back to the crypt.”

Luck was on their side, because Kyle tucked tail and ran, either intelligence or cowardice on his side as he sprinted out of their view. It took her a moment to notice that Nora had shifted back, and at this point, she wasn’t even fazed by the fact that her friend was naked. It was a common situation with her. “So that was…” She had already silently confirmed it, but it felt more definitive when Nora said it. “Right. Werewolf.” Her throat was sore despite the scream that did not bleed out of her. Maybe it was the dairy she had eaten earlier. “Um, yeah. First… werewolf.” As Nora went on to explain that werewolves weren’t like bugbears, Van nodded. That made sense. It seemed as such with the look in Kyle’s eye. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but it never made itself present in Nora’s, bear form or not. Her gaze swiveled over the clothes that Nora began to pick up, finger jutting out to point at the purple tank top. “That was one of my faves.” She would be totally normal about this, because this was her life now. She could sprout magic from her fingertips and summon things from the earth, and her best friend was a bugbear. Werewolves were just another thing added to the mix. She could totally handle this. “The pants sucked, though. Ugh. Alright, yeah, let’s go.” She was still a little shaken up by what she had witnessed, but as she had guessed it, Nora hadn’t let anything bad happen to her. 

#para: the ghoul kids #para: nora #para: kyle #wickedswriting

[mdhwrites]

Why Hasn't Anyone Corrected Me On Luz Intending To Tell Her Friends She Was Staying?

It has been a real sticking point for me with For the Future that Luz never told her friends, nor intended to, that she was staying in the Human Realm. It was the final nail in Lumity's coffin in my opinion because not only was she letting Amity go off to die, she was ghosting her at the same time. It still made Luz's morality look entirely dead. Like she was a monster who never cared about any of them.

Which, I mean, is still mostly true but it's a little? better now? Because yeah, at the end of the video diary, as a quick blip, she admits to planning to tell her friends that she plans to stay. It's even a scene I'd definitely already seen but somehow EVERYONE who has seen that claim, either here, on my Twitter or on my Discord NEVER caught it. And that does change the context, little as it may.

Because you know... Luz still is deciding that, despite blaming herself for it, she is willing to let EVERYONE die. Because the Collector is a small GOD. What she saw as she ran would be reasonable cause to believe that at least most of the Isles is dead and that there's no way of stopping him. So, instead of like in S1 when she would actually, you know, fix a mistake that she made, she decides to stay. She claims it's learning from her mistake but her 'mistake' is idiotic at best and hardly justifies the idea of completely abandoning her friends to their fate. It would justify asking someone else to lead, to make choices instead of her but uh... That never crosses her mind, does it?

In fact, her friends or the consequences of this action don't seem to cross her mind. She doesn't talk about how this means breaking up with Amity. She doesn't talk about how this will make it harder for everyone, who has planning with the idea that Luz would be there in mind, to actually face the threat before them. How this means never seeing Eda or King again. Nothing that someone who actually cares about the consequences of her actions should be taking into account with this.

It's why it only changes a little. The morality of this is still AWFUL and she's STILL not thinking about what she's doing in a wider context which is theoretically part of what she needed to learn from reasonably trusting someone who seemed nice enough and was in need of help, let alone because she needed his help as well. But despite that being her excuse, she's not learning. She's running. The task ahead is really fucking hard, unlike pretty anything she's done before (remember how in S1 the Conformatorium bent over and begged for help from this human girl who'd had magic for like a month and a half? And one of her glyphs for like a week at most?) and so fuck it. She's staying home with her mom.

And that's also why she goes because when her mom says she's going, it's either go or be homeless for Luz at that point. There is now no way for her to avoid her mistake and fix it. Even when she does go though, her goal is to save Eda and King. Once that's done... She's gone. And word choice here MATTERS. Her compromise isn't "Fine, I'll fix my mistake and save everyone and then leave." It's "I'll save the people I care about and then fuck off and leave." If they were both dead, she'd just turn right around and go, regardless of the fact that all of her friends ALSO HAVE FAMILIES HERE.

Seriously, why the fuck was she written like this? You had only three specials to write for but you're still making basic writing choices that are baffling from a character perspective. Unless of course, the point IS that Luz doesn't care about anyone else. That she is selfish and self serving. Camila doesn't even argue about that or bring up anyone else so what the hell Camila!?

So no, it doesn't fix that Luz's angst arc ruins her character. Period. There's no coming back from writing off an entire world as dead to you. No coming back from only caring about yourself and not even acknowledging your friends or partner and what they're trying to get back. All that matters is her. It still paints her as someone who is just not wanting to bother with all of this anymore and start fresh again, just now back in the human realm.

This sort of shit happened all the fucking time after S2A and the shortening doesn't explain away small dialogue changes that could have kept how likable Luz was in her character while still getting the plots they wanted. Instead... It really just feels like they didn't care and so Luz doesn't seem to care about anyone.

And yet in the end, she is only ever rewarded so... Fuck you got mine I guess.

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This caused some issues with the blog I'm posting in the morning and so I've now finally watched, of my own volition, more than Twitter clips of For the Future. Making that now all three specials of S3. I'm even bothering to just watch this one just because it is the one I'm most in the dark on and reacting on my Discord.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

#the owl house criticism #toh critical #toh #luz noceda

[graceanne19822]

I Want Your Video

Based off of "I Want Your Video" by Djo

Summary: Steve gets the nerve to finally tell you how he feels

Warnings: smut, way more than I intended. Whoops. A ton of fluff, mentions of drunkenness and alcohol. MINORS DNI! Unprotected piv (reader is on pill though it's not mentioned)

A/N: I don't give permission for anyone to repost this anywhere. Also I have no idea how this turned into smut but I couldn't stop writing so here we are lol

The first time Steve saw you, you were cracking up at a dumb joke Robin had told you. Laughing so hard you were snorting and banging your hand down on the countertop at Family Video.

As soon as you left the store, rentals tucked under your arm, he peppered Robin with every question he could think of. He thought you were perfect.

"Well, she's super sweet, and funny. No big ego or anything, which is a shame for you, dingus. Maybe there's a chance though, with the whole "opposites attract" thing," she laughed, popping her gum to get under her best friend's skin. He just rolled his eyes.

In the few months since then, you and Steve had grown quite close, and spent almost every day together. You quickly became the third member of Steve and Robin's friendship, and Robin grew to love you as a sister. Steve, on the other hand, was starting to love you as, well as a lover. He got so flustered around you that he could barely form a sentence if you guys didn't have someone else to talk to. It was usually Robin, but she had recently been busy with Vicky.

On the same note, you were also starting to get feelings for Steve. You were so wrapped up in your own feelings for him, that you didn't even notice he had been acting weird around you. The worry that you would slip up and say something wrong, look too long, or hug him too tight kept your mind too occupied to think about any of his reactions to you.

Tonight you, Nancy, and Robin were getting ready in your bedroom while Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie got ready in the living room to go out to The Hideout. Eddie wasn't playing tonight, as it was Friday, but he was always down to have a good time. Vicky would be there anytime soon to pick you up and be the designated driver for the evening.

"Vicky's here!" Jonathan yelled as she pulled up in her mom's van. Nancy and Robin both ran outside with Jonathan and Eddie as you put the finishing touches on your makeup.

Steve walked to your door, knocking softly on the frame. "I know you heard him, gorgeous," he smiled, but when you turned to face him he was breathless.

"I know, Stevie," you grabbed your purse and went to walk by him, but he was unable to move. He was stuck with an arm resting on your doorframe, the other ghosting over your hip as you looked up at him. He moved his head towards yours, taking a deep breath, looking intently into your eyes. His scent was so comforting and exhilarating at the same time. You took a deep breath as he did, gently biting your lip as he leaned in. The two of you could feel the heat radiating off each other as your lips brushed against each other. This was it, you were finally going to kiss Steve-then Vicky honked her horn.

"We should probably go, they'll break in if we don't," he sighed, squeezing your hip and moving to kiss the top of your head. "Besides, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself when I finally get you to myself," he smirked, kissing your throat as you gulped. "Can I stay over tonight when we get back?"

"Y-yes. Please. I want this, but I wanna go out first," you gently pressed your hands against his chest, walking past as he gently spanked you.

"Consider it our first date," he grinned, following after you.

The ride to the bar was noisy and full of laughter as the seven of you blasted the radio. Steve hadn't dropped any hints to the group about what had happened, and neither had you. You figured you'd keep it a secret...until you went home together later tonight.

The Hideout was packed full of people. Luckily, Jonathan had somehow found a booth big enough to accommodate all seven of you, with you in between Nancy and Robin. Safety Dance started to play over the speakers as you took your third shot of the night, glancing at Robin before dragging her and Nancy out to the dance floor, the three of you giggling and squealing with glee as you finally let the stress of the week go.

Steve and the guys sat at the booth, laughing at the three of you while drinking their beers, your purse snug in his lap.

"Dude, you gotta say something to her," Eddie nudged him as he watched the way your hips swayed in your dress, sending suggestive glances his way as you danced. "She obviously has feelings for you. I bet if you asked Robin, she'd tell you," he said as he finished his beer, getting up from the table. "I'll get us another round."

Jonathan was quick to jump on Steve's case as soon as Eddie got up.

"Dude, I know it's kinda scary putting yourself out like that, but man...if I hadn't taken that chance with Nancy, there's no way we'd have ever gotten together. It's worth the risk," he patted Steve's shoulder.

"I know, I'm gonna tell her...but I need more liquid courage," he smiled as Eddie slouched at the bar, trying to flirt with a cute goth girl.

"No, now. Go dance with her," Jonathan gently pushed Steve out of the booth and onto the dance floor, earning a small huff from Steve as he accepted his fate. Entering the sea of people, he found the three of you quickly (of which he was very thankful).

You almost stopped dancing when you felt hands gripping your hips, but when you smelled the familiar cologne, you settled into him, grinding a little against his hips.

"I need to get you home," he whispered in your ear as you let out a small gasp, nodding in response. Robin and Nancy looked at each other before darting back to the table, getting the scoop from Jonathan and downing another shot each as Vicky came back from the bathroom, having missed everything.

You turned to face Steve, looking deep into his eyes, the same look you had before you had left your apartment. He gave a silent nod towards the door, and you nodded back, both of you heading to the table.

When you got back to the table, you took your last shot and left the talking up to Steve.

"Hey guys, sorry. We're umm...we're gonna take a cab and head home," he said, not even trying to hide the big doofy grin from the rest of the group.

"It's about fucking time, Harrington!" Eddie laughed, the goth girl from the bar laughing along with him. You rolled your eyes, blushing intensely as Nancy sent you a wink. You didn't have the opportunity to respond before Steve was grabbing your hand and hauling you out of the bar, but as you glanced back you saw half the group throw money on the table with a groan as Jonathan and Eddie laughed while gathering the money from the girls.

The cab ride was almost silent, except for the driver's fuzzy sounding radio and the other cars whizzing by. You still held hands, fingers intertwined, and you both kept squeezing each other's hands gently, but more often the closer you got to your apartment. Your thigh felt hot where his was resting against you.

After what felt like an eternity, the cab finally stopped in front of your apartment, and you jumped out as Steve paid the driver, hurrying after you. You unlocked the front door, and as soon as you were both inside, you froze. Steve closed and locked the door, gently grabbing your hips and pulling you against him until your back hit his chest. His arms settled around your waist and his head rested on your shoulder.

"We don't have to do anything if you're not feeling it anymore, we have all the time in the world to talk about this and take it slow," he said softly, secretly hoping this was still headed where he thought it would.

"Believe me, I want this," you relaxed into his chest as he started sucking lightly on your neck, leaving hickies as you moaned softly.

"If you keep making noises like that I'm not gonna make it sweetheart," he nipped your earlobe with his lips.

"I need you, Steve," you gasped as you felt his cock twitch in his jeans. He immediately took off his shoes and shirt, following you as you started towards your bedroom, taking your shoes off on the way. You sat on your bed as Steve looked down at you, eyes blown out with adoration.

"You feeling alright baby?" he ran a hand through your hair as he bent down to your eye level.

"Y-yeah, just a little nervous," you giggled. "I've been thinking about this for a while, to be honest with you."

"I have too...the day you walked into Family Video I knew I was in love with you," he looked away, cheeks turning bright red.

"L-love? You love me?" You couldn't believe it.

"I-I'm sorry just forget I even-" before he could finish you had your lips against his. It was soft, but full of emotion. Months of platonic bullshit finally coming to an end as you both kissed each other breathless.

"I love you, too. Knew since you picked me up from Robin's when I had food poisoning. You didn't leave my side for two days...I'd never had anyone care for me like that," you smiled, kissing his chin as he smiled at the memory.

"I had never seen so much puke in my life," he laughed as you playfully shoved his bare chest. "You know, this isn't fair. I'm the only one with my shirt off," he tugged at the hem of your dress. You rolled your eyes, stepping back and taking the dress off. His eyes raked up your body, biting his lip as he noticed you hadn't worn anything underneath. "Fuckin' hell love...you should've warned me," he smirks, gently pushing you backwards until you fell onto the bed.

"It wouldn't have been as much of a surprise if I had," you smirked, just barely opening your legs before you closed them, teasing.

"I need you, right now. I can't handle any teasing," he said as he undid his belt, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. You licked your bottom lip as his cock had popped up. "My eyes are up here, baby."

"I'm sorry," you grinned as you moved your eyes to his. "I'm ready now, if you want. I can't take any teasing either, been waiting so long for you Steve," you were basically begging at this point. Every dirty dream, every shower thought you had ever had about your best friend (boyfriend?) was now coming true.

"Say you'll be my girlfriend and I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to think," he was softly rubbing his cock before laid down on top of you, putting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head.

"Duh dingus," you shared a laugh as he leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You shivered at the movement. Steve reached down and started sucking kissing along your neck and collarbone, leaving small dark spots as he went, feeding off your small gasps and moans as you tried to rut your hips against his.

"Are you sure you don't need any foreplay?" he asked as he sat up on his knees, opening your legs and swallowing hard. You nodded quickly, just wanting to finally have him inside of you. He gently raised his hand to your pussy, softly spreading your lips with his middle finger and thumb before pressing his index finger to your clit, starting to rub soft circles. You gasped loudly, hips bucking.

"Please just fuck me, we can tease each other later," you begged as he started to finger you slowly. You couldn't help but moan as he found your gspot, his smirk growing as he tapped against it repeatedly before he took his fingers out, using your wetness to lube himself up. Your head fell back against the pillow at the sight. He lined himself up, rubbing his cock through your folds, circling your clit a few times before finally pushing into you, both of you moaning. He moved slowly, doing a few shallow thrusts before sliding all the way in and bottoming out.

"Fuck you feel amazing, so much better than I imagined," he moaned as he looked down at you, starting to thrust slowly, making you moan from under him. You spread your thighs a bit more, and he took that as his opportunity to speed up, earning a high-pitched moan from you. "Can't believe you're finally mine, if only you knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you. Felt so guilty but you were doing the same thing, weren't you sweetheart?" You responded with a deep moan as your pussy clenched around him.

"I'm not gonna last long," you managed to choke out as he hit your gspot. "Fuck right there, pleasepleaseplease," you weren't sure why or even what you were begging for, but you couldn't think...

Steve licked his fingers before moving his free hand down to rub your clit, mumbling that he was close too.

"Cum for me, cum on my cock. Fuck you're so beautiful like this, love you so much," he moaned as he watched you fall apart.

"Ste-Steve!" you moaned out as your orgasm took control, making you shiver against him as you let go around his cock.

"Fuck baby," Steve moaned as he fucked you through it, trying to pull out before his orgasm hit, but you shook your head and tightened your legs around him as he came, filling up your pussy with his warm cum, making you shiver again.

You both laid there for a minute, catching your breath and kissing each other before he pulled out, making you wince at the loss of contact. He got up and went to your bathroom, cleaning himself up before coming back with a hot washcloth and cleaning you up. A small whimper left your lips as the fabric touched your aching hole.

"Do you want help up to the bathroom?" he asked softly. You shook your head.

"Jus' wanna lay here and cuddle," you mumbled as you turned over, holding out an arm to him. He smiled and threw the washcloth in your hamper as he climbed into the bed, spooning you. "I love you," you murmured softly before drifting off.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he kissed your shoulder as your soft snoring started.

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A loud ringing woke you up. Groggily, Steve reached over and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Uh-huh. Yeah. Hang on, my girlfriend is right here," he smiled and handed the phone to you.

"Hello?" you asked.

"So are we on for a day of gossip and brunch or are you just gonna leave us hanging?" Robin asked as you laughed into the phone.

"Yeah Rob, see you at noon, love you," you smiled as you hung up the phone.

"I'm gonna get ready," you leaned down and kissed Steve on the cheek. "You're my moon," you giggled.

He gave you a weird look, then remembered the line from that cheesy movie you had watched a few weeks ago.

"And you're my star," he laughed as you leaned in for another kiss. "I can't believe this is finally happening. I love you so much."

"I love you too Stevie," you smiled as you got up to get ready for your day full of gossip, and brunch, and your two best friends.

#stranger things smut #stranger things #steve harrington #decide #smut #steve stranger things #djo #fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut

[lexfoster]

Finding My Self in "We're All Going to the World's Fair"

originally posted on goodfeed content warnings for discussions of depression, suicidal ideations, and predatory relationships

Sometimes I still think about Erick. At least, I think his name was Erick. His email is still in my contacts, though it’s been a decade since we last spoke. Back then, I was a junior in high school, on my first antidepressant, and doing everything I could to distance myself from me. There was no big trauma, no life altering mind fuck to inspire the absolute hatred I had for living in my body. Just a suffocating loneliness. That’s when I found the tumblr roleplay community. I was raised on fanfiction and had written my fair share, but there was something different about roleplaying. I became that character, immersing myself in that fictional world. The numbness I felt about my own life was replaced by the intense wants, fears, grief of someone else. The emotional connections that my depression had severed became usurped by the relationships my character had with other characters. It was all text on a screen, but it was a life when I didn’t feel like living my own. In high school, I was a ghost. But when I wrote as my character, suddenly there was something solid to me. At the very least , I was solid enough to make contact with keys on a keyboard.

Erick was one of my writing partners. He wrote my character’s best and oldest friend, something I, in my real life, had lost not too long prior (Sometimes people grow apart. Sometimes you love people more than they love you). We would talk “out of character”, mostly about plot stuff, but with sprinkles of real life. Hey, what’s up? How was your day? This person whose face I only ever saw in a selfie he posted became someone I spoke to daily. Then, one day, he didn’t respond. A couple days of silence, then he wrote that he’d been in a car accident, but he was recovering and doing okay. We went back to frequent communications, just not as frequent as before. And then a little while later, he was gone. I like to think that he’s fine, just got bored of the game we were playing or stopped caring about the character he wrote. Maybe something bad happened during his recovery. Maybe there was never a car accident at all. Who knows? Not me, that’s for sure. And while I still think about him every so often, he's not really on my mind much.

Then today, I watched We’re All Going to the World’s Fair. Written, directed, and edited by Jane Schoenbrun, the movie follows young person, Casey, as she takes part in this online game called the World’s Fair Challenge. It’s a roleplay viral challenge where people film themselves saying “I want to go to the world’s fair” three times, draw their own blood, smear it on their computer screen, and watch a strobe light video. After that, people would film their "progression" of going, essentially, crazy. After initiating the "ritual", Casey seems to disassociate from her body, losing control of herself and her actions. But it’s a roleplay game. A horror one, but it isn’t real. None of it is real. Until it is. Or is it? On the other side of Casey’s screen, there’s a man in his 40s who just goes by JLB. He watches and responds to her videos, though Casey never sees his face. It’s part of the game, too. But that line between reality and fantasy begins to blur and at the end, he’s scared that it’s no longer a game for her. Via Skype, he asks to speak out of character, asking if she’s okay, if she’s really going to kill her father or herself. At first, she seems confused. This was a game? But then there’s a switch, and of course she knows it’s a game. None of it is real. Why is he getting scared? She ends the call and tells him to never call her again. Calls him a pedophile. We fast forward and he's making a video about how he saw Casey a year after that Skype call. That she was doing a theater program in Manhattan now. That she apologized for how she left things and after that night a year ago she'd gone to an inpatient care center for a couple months. According to him, at the end of the night they hugged and parted ways. But we don't see it, we only see JLB on his end of the screen, speaking to no one.

In the end, we’re left with uncertainty and no clear answers. We don’t even really know who the two characters are. Is Casey her real name? Were any of her moments of disassociation real? Did any of the events JLB described really happen? Was the man a pedophile, or just lonely? Does it even matter when the dynamic was inherently predatory? I’ve seen critiques of the film that point to the lack of answers, the ambiguity. But ambiguity is the only thing that's certain online. We don’t know who is on the other side of our screens. And sometimes, we don’t really know our own selves in front of it.

Right before the film’s climax, there’s a line Casey says in the midst of what seems to be a breaking point. “I swear, someday soon, I am just gonna disappear and you won't have any idea what happened to me.” Yes, I thought of Erick and how one day he was there and the next he was gone. I thought about how I’ll never have any idea what happened to him, or if anything he shared with me was real. I thought of the fleetingness of that connection, and so many more that I made over the years behind that screen. I thought of all the lies I was probably told without any way of knowing they were lies. But I also thought about myself. My own phantom of self. I often cite roleplaying on tumblr as something that saved my life, and a part of me still thinks it did. I was self harming, suicidal, isolating myself from everyone in my life. Roleplaying was my life jacket. But when I finished watching We’re All Going to the World’s Fair, the only "review" I could put into words was that when you’re drowning within yourself, sometimes your life jacket only offers the illusion of safety. Did becoming so disconnected from who I was save me, or did it just enable my deep desire to disappear? It’s been a decade now and I still haven’t fully found that kid I used to be. When I think of my life as a series of portraits, I am translucent for so many of them. Or I am painted in the style of people who never existed.

Or did they?

Maybe we'll never know.

#We're All Going to the World's Fair #Jane Schoenbrun #horror essay #personal essay #i wasn't able to also talk about the way the film parallels my relationship to my gender #and how that journey was incredibly helpful in beginning to reconnect to my body #but i just want to put it in the tags here bc it's a disservice not to #anyways i wrote a thing #mine

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

Taylor Jane Green

may I introduce, an OC @kalid-raven has inspired me to make, with the possible plan to make them Mia's online friend

Name: Taylor Jane Green 

Nicknames: Tay, Jay, Tay-Jay (only if you're very close, otherwise you'll get glared at), Greenie 

Gender: Nonbinary (not defined), they/them 

Age: 19  

Height: 5'6” 

Hair: Curly, chin-length, natural red-head but sometimes dye it darker shades. Have it cut into a bob-like style every once in a while, but rarely bother to actually style it. Have, and do, cut “just the tips” themself, or let friends do it. 

Eyes: Green-grey  

Zodiac Sign: Leo (Aug 8)  

Sexual Orientation: Pan 

Notable Traits: Small scar through their right brow and another one along her jaw – they used to run around and climb a lot as a child. Never fell off a tree, but was tripped by another kid once. Another time they walked into a sign and learned that head wounds bleed quite a lot. 

Style: Jeans and oversized T-shirts with all kinds of prints, video games, quotes, art... whatever strikes their fancy. However, they also wear natural tones a lot, have sweaters and shirts they made themself, and patchwork stuff – some people think it’s weird, but they don’t care much what other people think (anymore). They have a tattoo of the moon phases on their left inner forearm, covering up scars. 

Personality: Free-spirited, Kind, Open-minded, Independent, Loyal, Thick-headed, Patient, Restless, Cheerful but serious, when necessary, Observant, Organised 

Ability: They can see ghosts, sense other people's feelings, and transfer energy between themself and other living beings (to a small degree, it’s not like sucking out someone’s life force, but they can save dying plants. They found out about this specific ability after they passed out from overdoing it and then did some research). While they have learned to control their energy better and block out others’ emotions, they cannot avoid seeing ghosts. Do try to avoid acknowledging them though, if the ghosts don’t know that Taylor can see them, they usually stay away. 

General info: Studying English and working at a small tea shop in the area. They also sell self-made scented candles, soap, and jewelry or charms – both online and at fairs or conventions. Most of the information on these things they got from a notebook their mother left behind after leaving a couple years ago. Their father did his best trying to raise them and got a lot of help from their maternal grandma and aunts. Once they turned 18, they moved to another city to study, keeping contact via text.  

At the end of their first semester, in the night after their last exam, they woke up to the feeling of being watched. They saw the silhouette of a person sitting in the chair by her desk and switched on the bedside lamp. To their surprise, the person sitting there was their dad – but how? How had he gotten here? Had their roommate let him in? And why hadn’t he woken her up? 

“Jay, I am so sorry it has to be this way. You have to be very strong now, okay? For me?” were the only words he could get out before he disappeared. At first they had told themself it had been imagination, a dream – but then they got the call, their aunt telling them that their father had been shot in their home. 

That was the first time they saw a ghost. 

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[dissentdisdain]

high school best friends

her name is denise. we met freshman year, 2015

she was my buddy. that's what we called eachother.

she sat behind me in spanish class

and i remember us both being emo

her, with her red crystal necklace

heavy black eyeliner

big dark brown eyes

dark brown short hair

skinny jeans, denim jacket

me with my dark eyeliner

side swept bangs

wearing the same purple hoodie

with my regular leggings.

we were both shy, quiet, reserved

me, a virgo

her, a capricorn

us both understanding the nature of the other's personality.

but we became extroverted in the presence of one another.

one time, we were playing with tape on our hands

and we couldn't stop laughing at how weird it looked.

we both eventually realized we had feelings for the other

one day in the cafeteria, standing against the white brick wall

but we decided to do nothing about it- simply remain friends.

on halloween night 2015

after hours of laughing, exploring her neighborhood

we sat in front of the mirror with our eyeliner pencils and candy

while she so casually said

"i think you'll like this band, they're really good"

before she played "chasing ghosts" by the amity affliction

but little did she know that they would become

my absolute favorite band, and still hold that title,

9 years later.

unfortunately, may 2016

i chose to move back out east to stay with my mom

and i found out she had to move to arizona for her stepdad's job

so our connection slowly turned digital

shortly after i got on the plane and left nevada.

late 2016

i started to date a girl by the name of brittany online

someone who was bad for me, someone i was bad for

and denise eventually became tired of me complaining

so one afternoon as i stood by a tree in my front yard

the humidity difficult to handle

i looked down at my kik messages

and saw denise explain how she couldn't do it anymore

how she was tired of me prioritizing my girlfriend

never talking to her, unless it was to complain.

we stopped talking after that...

until 2018.

i was back in nevada at my father's house

and we decided to video chat over instagram

she sat outside on her steps in the desert

still looking the same as she did, years prior.

reminiscing about the times we sat at the glass table in her backyard

hanging out in the library, laughing at weird book titles

talking about the girls we thought were cute in our classes

or the weird jock dudes who tried to hit on her

the times we would walk eachother to class

the time we went to a prep rally and thought it was lame

so we sat outside in the lounge area and talked about random things.

we laughed, we caught up like nothing happened.

and when the call ended, we drifted apart once again.

today, however

i saw her post her reading corner photo on her story

i sent her a message, saying "Adorable!!!"

and she responded with

"I hope ur doing okay buddy I miss you. And wish you the best!

and now i am lying in this bed, the past flowing in

thinking of how our friendship was real

yet i discarded her over some girl who left me in the dirt.

she still lives in arizona, while im in ohio

i have so much hatred and fear over planes

but if i had the money

i would hop on a plane to see her.

i miss you, denise

i hope that one day we can rekindle the fragments of what we had.

#spilled thoughts #best friend #i miss you #vent #unsent texts