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lilbitdepressed27 · 11 months ago

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Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary:blind reader in this one Gale didn't write bad about Sam.

Warnings:…😶

WC: 5.7k

Author’s Note: happy new year y’all. Hope everyone had a good year. Also apologizes in advance for this one. Hope y’all enjoy:D

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After high school you had known that the college life was also going to be hard. It took you forever to know the halls, turns and where your classes were at. It helped that you had your service dog, Scooby. According to your adoptive mom, he was a brown Chesapeake Bay Retriever. Now you had no idea what they looked like but you are positive he was cute. People always tended to gush about him where ever you took him. He had been a great help for you as you adjusted in this new city.

Your mom had been skeptical at first but she knew she had to let you go. She was very protective of you especially after your father was killed. You had been away on a school trip with your class when it had happened. You had only found out about it two days after when your mom personally came to get you from the trip. The trip had been in Alaska, it was supposed to be a two month trip but due to the attacks it was cut short.

The news had devastated you. Especially since you didn't know about it right away, cause of the no cell reception. So it was harder for your mom to reach you. You and your mother had cried for days.

She didn't know how she'd be able to let you move to New York by yourself with Scooby. She wouldn't be able to move on if she lost you or Scooby. She loved that dog, he was such a good boy. They had trained him on some simple commands to help you.

Dewey had helped you teach Scooby the commands.

So with that fear in mind, not only did she move to the city herself, she didn't have it in her to let you leave and live by yourself. But she also had called someone she hasn't spoken to as much as she wanted.

"Gale? Hey it's been awhile."

"Hello Sam, how's it going?"

"Uh pretty good we're settled in and you know Tara's worried about starting school again, she says she's not nervous but I can tell she is. How are you holding up, since you know..."

"Oh you know I'm hanging in there. I was actually calling to ask you for a favor. I completely understand if you can't. I know trust goes a long way for you."

"Gale relax, if it wasn't for you, people would still be dragging my name through the mud. What can I help you with?"

Gale leaned back in her desk chair. She tried so hard to make sure you had stayed out of her life as a reporter. Keeping you a secret from the world was surprisingly easy. Especially if there was crazy psycho trying remake a movie. Dewey and herself had agreed to keeping you a secret. Adopting you was one of her greatest things she could have done. She remembers the day she first saw you, it was a couple months after she found out that she couldn't have kids. Dewey had tried to tell her that it was okay, that they didn't need a kid to be a happy family. But she knew better, they both had wanted a baby in the family.

So they went to a foster home. And that's where they found you, a tiny little girl. You were only baby, a year old to be exact when they saw you walking around crashing into things, walking into walls. They had watched how the other older kids would ignore you. You would babble to get anyone's attention but you'd be ignored. After crashing into a wall once again, they watched how you stood back up with a smile on your face. You had a small ball in your hands but no one to play with. They didn't understand why, until you got closer. Stumbling here and there.

Your soft y/ec eyes had clear white spots in them. Even though they were warned about you, they had fallen in love with you the moment they saw you.

"I have a daughter."

"Oh what? Wow uh congratulations?"

"No I've had her for a while, she's 19." She knew Sam probably didn't believe her.

"Really? Why are you telling me this?"

Gale heard the confusion, but she couldn't follow you every where. So she needed someone to keep an eye on you. Just a safety precaution. Something that could help her keep calm. Making friends was something that didn't come easy for you. Even though you're a bright and happy kid, other people weren't. It never affected you though. Your smile always stayed. 'Life is too short for me to be butt hurt that people don't want to be my friend, I'll be fine mom.' Was something you always said.

"She has this, thing. And I was just hoping you'd kinda just be there for her. She doesn't make friends easily and I know I'm asking a lot but—Gale relax. What's her name?"

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The day had come. You had recently moved into the studio room with the help of your mom. She had helped remind you where everything was at. Making sure you knew every corner, step, counter in the apartment. It took a while but you got it. Now you could do somethings by yourself. Like bathe (obviously), get yourself dressed (your wardrobe was filled with mostly black clothing), colored clothing was in a different drawer, cook (pb&j's, cup noddle soup, wash dishes) You weren't completely helpless. A life without vision was something you were used to.

"Okay Scooby, how do I lo-" Your phone rang, cutting you off. You turned to the direction of the phone, hearing the nails scrapes of your dog. The phone ring getting closer. You felt the nudge on your knee. Reaching down feeling the cold nose of your dog, taking the phone from him. Siri had been notifying you of who was calling. "Thanks buddy."

"Hi mom."

"Hey honey, listen I called a friend of mine her name is Sam and she's on her way to take you to class-Moom-I know I know but please just give your lady a piece of mind. I swear I'm getting more grey hair. Just please do it for me."

You sighed and nodded. "Okay mom. When is she co-" The sound of the door bell rang throughout the studio. "I thinks she's here."

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"Wait since when does Gale have a daughter?" Tara asked confused. She had over heard Sam's call with Gale and had wanted to help Gale's daughter. Especially since they'd be going to the same college.

"I don't know, she has a daughter that's your age, lives alone with a dog, apparently doesn't know anyone here cause she just moved here and her name is Y/n. We are going to go pick her up tomorrow."

"Damn. Gale weathers kept her daughter a secret?" The younger carpenter sibling said amazed. She would have never guessed that Gale had a daughter. She had started to wonder what the girl looked like.

Now that she was kept waiting, she was left feeling just a tad bit excited to meet the girl. She wondered if she was like more like Gale or Dewey. Probably a mix of both.

"Who's there." Your hand felt around for the button next to the door. It was intercom that your mom had paid to get installed. It was the best tech that your mom could possibly find.

"Hi Y/n it's Sam, Gale sent me."

"Mom I thinks she's here, uh how do I know I can trus-You can honey, trust me. Sam is a good one."

"Okay. I love you." Your mom returned the term of endearment before hanging up. Your hands felt around for the locks on the door. Unlocking all ten of them. Once finished you opened the door.

Sam stood on the other side, her eyes widening just a bit at the sight of your eyes. Now she understood why Gale wanted someone to watch over you. Tara stood behind her sister, jaw slack as she took you in as well. She had never seen someone so beautiful. She took in your smile as you let Sam in offering your hand that Sam shook. She walked close behind her sister as she watched one of cutest dogs she's ever seen close the door behind her. Her eyes looked into yours. Most of your eye color was covered with a cloudy white color. There was still some color in there but not as much. They were still the most beautiful pair of eyes she has ever seen.

"And you are?" The question was directed to her. It was what snapped her out of her thoughts. Her face felt flushed and warm as you looked in her direction.

You had heard the other set of footsteps when you let Sam in. You could smell the different perfume the person used. It was a smell you liked, never had you smelled something so, beautiful? The person stopped in front of you. You offered a smile and held a hand out.

"T-Tara. I'm Tara Sam's sister." Tara ignored the raised eyebrow directed towards her by her sister. Her face felling hot as she shook your hand. Your hand was much bigger than hers but it was so soft and warm. She wanted to hold on to it forever.

Your ears felt blessed as you took in her voice. It was the most beautiful voice you had ever heard.

"Nice to meet you Tara. This is Scooby. I'm sorry if my mom made you guys co-Hey now we wanted to, now are you ready?" Tara reassured. She didn't want you feeling like they didn't have a choice in the matter. Tara had never been so grateful that Gale trusted them in meeting her daughter. Cause you had to be one of the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.

"Uh yea. I just need my walking stick and my backpack."

At the mention of the backpack the two sisters watched as the dog scurried away towards the living room. Retrieving your backpack from the small coffee table. He had already had his service vest on and he was ready to go. With a smile on your face you took the backpack that had your walking stick. You moved to take it out but a warm hand stopped you.

"I got you, you can hold my elbow." Tara with a blush on as you took her elbow with a smile. She ignored the pointed look from her sister once again. She felt warm all over at the feeling of your soft hand touching her skin. She lead you out the apartment while Sam locked up.

Sam watched how Tara directed where each step was at. Telling you where exactly was the button to call the elevator. Although Sam felt like you already knew where it was at. She watched as you smiled and followed Tara nevertheless. Right before leaving the apartment you had reached for your sunglasses. Covering your eyes, she saw the disappointment in her sister's eyes the second it happened.

Sam couldn't help the small smile, Tara had been different since last year's attacks. But seeing that smile on her face while she spoke to you was something she hoped to see more.

"Okay here's your music class." Tara directed you into the class, there were already some students in the class waiting for the professor to arrive. "Do you wanna sit in the front?" She touched your hand that was still holding the inside of her elbow. She looked up at you, your soft smile on display as you looked down in her direction. Seeing her reflection on your sunglasses. She wished she could see your eyes again.

"Yes please, thank you Tara. I really appreciate you helping me."

The smile she got in return felt like a reward, seeing such a beautiful smile directed her way had Tara feeing like she could just melt to the floor.

"I wanted to. Now here's your recorder, your mom said you like to go back and listen to the lessons. Here, it's the professors textbook she's using this year." Before getting to the class, they had stopped by the library. When she saw the classes you were taking, they took a little detour. Grabbing the textbooks she knew would benefit you more.

"Thank you Tara but I can't exactly see." You said with a teasing smile. Feeling her cheeks warming up, she couldn't help the chuckle that left her lips.

"I know that, but this one you'll like better. I'll see you two after class. Bye." She smiled down at Scooby who had sat on the seat right next to yours, laying his head down on the arm rest.

"We'll see you later, thanks again Tara." You smiled up towards the direction you knew she was standing at. Your heart skipping at beat when you felt her warm hand on top of yours.

"You're welcome. Now I really have to go or else I'll be late to my class."

She left the room soon after. You smiled to yourself. Remembering to call your mom to thank her. Tara sounded so...beautiful. You may be blind but just by her voice you knew she was beautiful. Tara will be a great friend to have around.

Hearing the professor walk in and announce the beginning of his lecture you hit record on your recorder. Taking the book that Tara had gotten for you. Your breath hitching in your throat when your fingers felt over the cover. It was a braille version of the textbook. Your mom had told you that they didn't have braille books for the music course you were taking. But here it was. Noted that it did feel old but nevertheless it was a book you could read. Feeling your eyes watering a bit, no one had been this nice to you, that wasn't family. To go out of their way to do something so kind. Yet Tara did.

Scooby laid his head on your arm. You smiled down at him petting his head. Maybe making friends here wouldn't be so hard.

The weeks that followed had been great for Tara. She had spent most of her days with you. Or you with her at her apartment with the rest of the gang. You and Scooby have become such a great addition to the group. Having you around the apartment had been something that she loved to see.

Since you had been her friend the amount of frat parties she had gone to have been minimum. Choosing to rather be with you and Scooby either at your apartment or hers.

Something that Sam had liked.

Sam had seen the bond between her sister and you grow. The way you with out trying brought out the girl Sam had left behind five years ago. The way Tara was around you was of someone that had no worries. Someone that hadn't gone through almost getting killed. Someone who hadn't been betrayed by someone she loved. Someone who had to kill the one she considered a lover.

Sam could also see how you were around her sister. Tara hadn't been the only one to grow attached. Seeing the way you were around Tara was almost comical. Seeing you both dance around each others feelings was funny. Sam had taken to talking to Gale more often. Telling her about how you were doing. But also about how they were doing as well. The bond between Sam and Gale had grown.

"Hey Sam, how was work?"

She had just gotten back from work to find you and Scooby sitting on the floor of the living room. The way you could just tell who the person was, just by their footsteps was something that Sam had found impressive. She had seen how Chad had tried to sneak up on you but you would always greet him before he had the chance.

"Hey Y/n, it was good what are you guys doing? Where's Tara?"

"Well I'm helping Tara with her homework, well the best I can anyway. And she's in the bathroom." You smiled in the direction of where Sam stood.

"That's good. Any one at school giving you trouble?" Sam had been told by not only the twins but also her sister how they had found a group of frat boys picking on you. Scooby had tried his best to comfort you, not only was he there to help you but he was also there to protect you. Sam had been told by Tara how they had arrived in time to see Scooby biting one of the frat boys. The one that had taken your mobility cane.

"No Scooby scares them away. That or Tara does." You joked earning a laugh from the older Carpenter.

"Good, you know if anyone is bothering you, you can tell me." Sam had been told by your mom how you used to get bullied in high school. You were a sweet kid that didn't deserve to be mistreated. It wouldn't be the first time she had scared someone just for looking at you wrong.

"I know. Thanks Sam."

"You're welcome, now I'm making dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs sound good."

"Sounds great."

You were laid on Tara's bed watching a movie you had never heard of. It was one of Tara's favorite movies. The Babadook. You weren't really into scary movies. You had loved hearing the movies your dad watched. The Marvel movies. Daredevil had always been your favorite. For obvious reasons of course. To be blind and still be able to kick ass. Now that was awesome.

But nevertheless Tara had wanted to see the movie, so now you were here. Tara laying her head on your chest as she watched her movie. You were listening in as well. Jumping a bit when a suspenseful scene happened. You didn't see it but from the music and sound effects, not to mention the tv was a bit loud.

But the more you laid there. The more you got lost. The warmth of Tara's body pressing on to you. The feeling of her head laying right above your heart. The way her hand was on your stomach, her fingers softly creasing your stomach. It was sending the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. Her legs were intertwined with yours. Your arm was also wrapped around her back holding her into place.

You weren't sure what this meant. Seeing as you never really had friends. Or cuddled with anyone. This was something you've never done before. You didn't want to over think anything. Make things weird. So you just laid there. Hoping Tara could feel what you felt. You'd ask but you didn't want to lose this friendship. You didn't want to jeopardize losing Tara.

"I can feel you thinking. What's on your mind?" Tara paused the movie to look up at you. Her chin still on your chest as you looked at you. Your glasses were off, the fairly lights, and the lights coming from the tv made your eyes shine. The small patched of y/ec were noticeable. Your eyes were something she loved to look at. They were like clouds with a bit of color in them. Her fingers came up to your cheek on their own accord. Softly creasing the smooth skin of your cheek. Her smile widening when you leaned into her palm.

"Nothi-Liar. I don't know if you know this but, when something is bothering you or you're thinking too hard. You get this cute little crinkle right here." With a finger she touched in between your eyebrows. Laughing when you were quick to make said crinkle go away. "Now come on tell me."

"Uh I like someone."

Tara felt herself tense, her smile quickly falling from her face. She sat up away from your warmth. Her heart breaking at the thought of you with someone else. Someone getting to lay with you like she had been doing. Someone else being able to get to kiss you. Or seeing you vulnerable like how she's seen you.

"That's-That's..who? Do I know them?" She had hoped her voice didn't come off like she wanted to cry. Cause she could feel the tears building up.

"Yea. You do. It's Sam."

The way her jaw dropped, part of her not believing what she was hearing. You liked Sam?! Samantha!! Her sister?! The ache in her heart grew ten fold. The tears escaped her eyes and she was quick to wipe them away.

"I'm just kidding. It's not Sam. It's you. I like you."

Tara didn't know whether to punch you or kiss you. So she punched your arm. "You asshole." The punch was quickly followed with a kiss. The feeling of her lips on yours was everything she had dreamed of.

"Were you crying?" You reluctantly pulled away when you felt her wet cheeks.

"Duh! I thought you confessing your love to my, sister! You're an asshole for that and I'll never forgive you." Even though the scare was still there. Your teasing smile had her smiling as well.

"I'm sorry. What can I do for you to forgive me." You brought your hands up, cupping her cheeks. You could feel her smile, the dimples that had been your favorite to feel. Her soft skin was so warm.

"Mmh, go on date with me."

"Aw man. I wanted to be the one to ask."

Tara smiled at the sight of your pout. She chuckled, she no longer felt the heart ache. No. She felt like she could kiss you again. And again. And again. The love she felt in her chest felt so strong. Something she never felt before. Not even with...Amber. Amber had made feel something. There was doubt in that. But nothing like this.

"So is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes."

You sat in one of tables in the quad. Scooby sat by your side. It wouldn't be long till Tara and Mindy came out of their last class of the day. It had been a month since your date with Tara. A month since you started dating Tara. Just the thought of your girlfriend was enough to have you smiling.

At hearing the familiar footsteps you straighten up. By the way they slowed down you knew she was trying to sneak up on you, so you let her. You felt her soft lips on your cheek.

"Hey baby." Tara had missed you(although she had seen you two hours ago when she walked you to your class) she couldn't help it. To be able to kiss you when ever she wanted, it was something she loved to do. Having you blush every time she kissed you. It was a sight she aimed to see every single hour of the day. Pecking your lips before greeting Scooby (who was happy to see her). "Hello there buddy, are you protecting our girl huh. Anyone bother her?"

"No one bothered me. Where's Mindy?" Feeling her warmth as she sat next to you. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder bringing her closer. You felt her get closer kissing what you thought was her temple but ended up being the corner of her eyes. "Oops sorry." Hearing her giggle was like a blessing to your ears. She cupped your cheeks guiding your lips to hers into a gentle kiss.

"Mmh it's okay. And she's with Anika. Chad's with Ethan doing who knows what. It's just you and me babe-*BARK*-And Scooby of course." Tara chuckled at the interruption.

"Maybe we could have a date ni-Guys! There's a party going down today and we have been invited." Quinn had said with excitement, you Tara had loved to party. It wasn't anything new. Yes, most times she blew off a party to be with you. You had loved every moment you had with Tara. But the thought of her holding back on having fun was something that began to make you feel, guilty?

"Uh I'm not sure-Oh come on Tara. Y/n tell Tara to have some fun."

With those thoughts in mind. You looked in the direction of your girlfriend. "Yea go have fun babe."

"But what-It's okay. I'm going to be on the phone with my mom most of the night. Go. Have fun. You can call me after."

"Fine, ugh okay. But I'll be in your apartment right after. Okay?" A part of Tara didn't even want to go. She had wanted to go back to your apartment and just relax.

She'd only stay at the party for an hour or two and then she'll go to yours.

You had just finished making yourself a cup noddle soup. Moving in the kitchen had been relatively easy for you. You had gotten used to everything in your apartment. Making the soup was easy. Especially when you did it the lazy way. (Water in the cup and then in the microwave). You weren't supposed to but it was much faster that way.

At sound of Scooby barking had you turning to face the noise. "Scooby?" Your hand held on to the counter. Using it to guide you to the noise.

"Here boy."

You heard him growl, you with your hand moving from the kitchen counter to the wall leading to the supply closet. Then you felt Scooby biting your pants leg. Trying lead you away from the door.

"What's wrong-" The force of a being tackled had your sentence cut short. With the sudden weight, weighing you down. The sudden pain of what you assumed was a knife coming down on your shoulder had you screaming. The scream of pain was followed by the yelp of the person.

Scooby had beaten into the arm of the attacker. But a dog wasn't going to stop the attacker. No. He had came prepared. Wearing a material that can withstand a bite from a dog. Killing you was going to be easy. Gutting the dog was something he had been looking forward to. Stabbing the dog, the yelp of pain the dog let out.

"No!" You sobbed out. You couldn't lose him. You felt around for something, anything you could use to help Scooby. Your fingers connected with something solid, it was Chad's baseball bat. You gripped and swung it as hard as you could. You felt the moment the hard bat connected to the attacker. You heard the moment they dropped Scooby. More sobs escaping your lips as you failed to hear any noise coming from Scooby.

"Oh Y/n, you've missed out quite a bit. But let me catch you up to speed."

You're breathing was heavy, feeling like you couldn't catch your breath with how much you were crying. The pain you felt as the knife was brought down into your chest, the pain was too much. You tried to fight back. Your hand holding the knife, you ears finally picked up the faint whimpering of Scooby. He was dying and you couldn't do anything to help him.

"Alexa call Tara."

"Calling Tara."

"No-" A hand covered your mouth as you tried to fight him off. But you could feel your energy fading. You had lost count on how many times you had been stabbed. You didn't want Tara to hear you dying. You didn't-

"Hey baby-Would you relax Sam it's Y/n." Hearing her voice sounded so relieved. Your felt your tears escaping at a rapid pace. Your tears rolling down the side of your face into your ears.

"Babe?"

"Hello Tara."

The voice had her freezing in her steps. The dread overwhelmed her in waves. No it couldn't. He couldn't be back. With you. You were vulnerable. Scooby could only do so much. Feeling Sam behind her as she bolted. Sam close behind her.

"Tara wait! What's wrong?"

"Don't worry Tara. She won't go alone."

Nothing could have prepared her for when she opened your door. There was no noise. Not the tv playing your favorite show, not the scabbing of nails coming to greet her. Not your voice calling out to her with a beaming smile.

No.

What greeted her was the sight of Scooby laying in pool a blood. He was unmoving. His eyes wide with no life in them. Her hand shook as she raised it to her mouth. The sob escaped her lips when she saw who was laying unconscious not too far from Scooby.

“No. No. No. Please god no.” Her vision became a tunnel vision. The only thing she could see was your stiff body. “Y/n?” Your eyes were open but unblinking. The same as your dog. No life in them. Her chest stuttered to get some air in. The sobs that racked her body as she pulled you closer. Your body was no longer warm. It had turned cold.

“No. Come on Y/n. Please. Please don’t leave me. You can’t. You can’t.” The ache in her chest had also started in her lungs. She couldn’t breathe. The pain she felt at seeing no life in your eyes. Your beautiful cloudy y/ec eyes held no life.

“Sam help me! Help me please! Scooby needs help to Y/n-she needs him. She can’t lose him. Please. Pl-please.” She held your limp body closer to her. Wishing that this was just a horrible nightmare. Wishing that she’d wake up and that you’d be right next to her.

But you stayed still. Your body stayed cold.

Tara gasped awake, her eyes frantically looking around the room. She was in her own room. But you weren’t there. The panic grew. The dread growing when she didn’t find you. She reached for her phone calling you. But the more she went without hearing your voice. The more the fear grew. She was out of her bed in no time. In a rush to find you.

It couldn’t be true.

But it felt so real.

When you weren’t in the kitchen, she had to find you. Your apartment is where she’d find you. You had to be there. You just had to.

The force of knocking into someone had been so sudden that she had almost knocked the person over. Had the person not been prepared.

“Wow Tara trying to tackle a blind person are ya?”

The sound of your voice had her already blood shut eyes widening before she let out a relieved sob as she fell into your arms. As she buried her face into your chest holding you tight. The nightmare had felt so real. The pain of losing you had felt so real. Your de- your body she had felt it.

“Talk to me Tara? What’s wrong?” You were worried. Never had you heard Tara crying like this. You had texted her last night but Anika had responded saying Tara drank a bit too much and was taken home late into the night. So you had gone to bed with the plan of going to Tara’s in the morning hoping you could make her hangover a bit better.

“Tara breath for me baby.” The concern grew as you felt her breathing become more erratic. You tried your best to lead her inside without tripping shutting the door behind you. Locking as many locks as you could. Scooby followed close behind. Also worried for the shorter girl.

When your fingers finally touched the couch you sat her down but she refused to let you go. You wanted to know what had caused her to act like this.

You dug into your bag, fingers grazing items you did not need. Once you found what you needed you took it out. “Come on Tar, use your inhaler. Breath for me baby. I’m right here.”

Once she had her breathing under control. You leaned back into the couch. Pulling Tara on your lap and holding her close to you. You weren’t sure what was wrong but it was clear that she needed comforting. Scooby also jumping on to the couch. His head laying into the space of the couch and you and Tara. Trying his best to comfort the girl.

“I had a bad dream. It felt so real. So fucking real. Everything. From the way you act, talk. Even when you use the microwave to heat up your cup noddle soups. Even when I tell you not to do that. Ghostface attacked you and Scooby. You both didn’t make it. Fuck it felt so real. And when I woke up I felt so confused and-when I didn’t see you, the fear grew. I couldn’t tell if the dream was real or not. I can’t lose you Y/n. I just can’t. I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you.” Tara felt herself wanting to cry again.

“I’m right here. I know I can’t necessarily promise you that nothing will happen to me. But I sure as hell can promise you that I’ll try my very best to always return to you.” You kissed the side of her face. What ended being her ear.

“I know, I’m sorry I freaked out on you.” She mumbled into your neck. Her grip on you never loosened up. Not that you were complaining.

“Don’t be. Plus I’m not that helpless. Daredevil isn’t my favorite marvel character for no reason.” You joked hoping you could get a laugh or smile from her. From the sound of her chuckle you knew you had succeeded.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”

With a kiss on your lips, you could still feel her lips trembling just a bit. You wanted her to feel safe. To feel sure.

“I love you Y/n.” To have you laying here with her. It was enough for to calm down just a bit. To have Scooby also here was just enough for her to finally accept that it was just a nightmare.

“I love you to Tara.”

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mykuup · 2 months ago

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Of bone and bloom - Cryptid!Eddie Munson AU Part 4

Moodboard + summary + Serie Masterlist

My masterlist

Summary : Despite all your efforts, the hunters decided to act to finally kill the beast. And because of your father keeping an eye on you, you arrived a little too late.

wc : 1,3k

Warnings : monster romance // fluff // smut // MDNI // unprotected piv (wrap it irl guys) // mention of injuries // mention of blood // size gap // no mention of y/n // porn with plot // afab reader (but no description)

A/n : @saphirmoraitie you're the best, thank you for helping me with this! To everyone who read this, thank you for being here 💜

Taglist : @jasminelafleur @maedesculpaeusoubi @sassidykassidy

The hunt

The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the anticipation of what was to come. The men of the village had gathered at the edge of the forest’s edge, their torches flickering in the darkness, weapons ready. They were hardened hunters, men who had faced the dangers of the wild countless times, but tonight there was a different kind of fear in their eyes—a fear of the unknown, of the creature that haunted their dreams and whispered in the shadows.

You stood on the outskirts of the group, heart pounding with a sickening dread. You had tried to find Eddie, to reach him before the hunt began, but the men had moved too quickly. Driven by a mix of fear and anger, nothing you said could dissuade them. Your father had kept a close eye on you, ensuring you stayed far from the hunt. But your mind raced, desperate to find a way to prevent the inevitable.

The leader of the hunting party, a grizzled man named Harven, stepped forward, raising his torch high. “Tonight, we end this!” he declared, his voice firm and resolute. “This creature has haunted our woods for too long. We’ve lived in fear, but no more. Tonight, we take back our land!”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. The men steeled themselves and moved as one, plunging into the forest with grim determination, their torches casting eerie shadows. The forest seemed to close in around them, the usual sounds of the night muted as if the very woods held their breath.

You stood frozen, helpless as you watched them disappear into the darkness. You knew the forest better than most and had walked its paths since you were a child, but you had never felt so powerless. The weight of what might happen pressed down on you, suffocating your thoughts. You had to do something, but what?

Time dragged on, each minute stretching into eternity as you waited, praying that Eddie would sense the danger and escape before it was too late. Deep down, you knew the odds were slim. The hunters were skilled and relentless. They wouldn’t stop until they found their prey.

Then, faintly, you heard it—the distant sound of shouting, the clash of steel, and the unmistakable roar of something primal, something not of this world. Your heart lurched a cold fear gripping you as you realized the hunt had found its target.

Without thinking, without caring about the consequences, you broke into a run, racing toward the source of the noise. Branches tore at your clothes, your breath coming in ragged gasps, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. You had to find him, to save him before it was too late.

The sounds of the struggle grew louder as you neared, the shouts of the men mingling with the guttural growls. You burst into a clearing, your heart pounding in your ears, and what you saw made your blood run cold.

Eddie was surrounded, his massive form hunched and bleeding, the torches casting a fiery glow on his dark fur. He fought with a ferocity born of desperation, his claws slashing through the air, but he was outnumbered. His strength was fading.

Harven and the others circled him like wolves, weapons gleaming in the torchlight, faces twisted with determination. One of them lunged forward, thrusting a spear at Eddie’s side, and he roared in pain, the sound echoing through the forest like thunder.

“No!” you screamed, your voice cutting through the chaos. But your cry was lost in the din, drowned out by the frenzy of the hunt.

Eddie turned, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief, agonizing moment. In that instant, you saw in them the same fear that had gripped you when you first encountered him. But there was something else there too—recognition, and maybe even a plea.

Then, with a powerful swipe of his claw, he moved, faster than any of the men could react. He knocked two of them to the ground, their weapons clattering uselessly to the dirt. Harven shouted orders, trying to rally the others, but Eddie was already gone, melting into the shadows of the forest with a speed that defied his size.

The hunters cursed and scrambled after him, but it was too late. Eddie had vanished into the night, leaving only the trampled grass and bloodied bodies in his wake.

You didn’t hesitate. You plunged into the forest, following the trail of blood that Eddie had left behind. The shouts of the hunters faded behind you. Your only thought was to find him, to reach him before they did.

The trail led you deeper into the forest, the trees thickening, the air growing colder. Soon, you were alone, the darkness closing in. But you pressed on, heart pounding, guided by something beyond reason.

Finally, you found him.

Eddie was slumped against a large oak tree, his massive form barely visible in the shadows. His breathing was ragged, each exhale a struggle, his fur matted with blood. He had fought bravely, but the wounds were too many, too deep. He was dying.

Your breath caught in your throat as you knelt beside him, tears blurring your vision. “Eddie…” you whispered, voice trembling.

He lifted his head weakly, his dark eyes meeting yours. There was no anger or rage there, only pain and resignation. He knew what this meant, knew that his time was running out. But he didn’t move, didn’t try to flee. He simply watched you, waiting.

You knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you reached out to touch him. His fur was warm beneath your fingers, the pulse of life still faintly beating beneath the surface. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I tried to stop them. I tried…”

Eddie made a low, rumbling sound, not quite a growl, but something softer, almost comforting. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, labored bursts.

With shaking hands, you tore a strip of your skirt, pressing it against the worst of his wounds. “Stay with me,” you begged, your voice breaking. “Please, just stay with me.”

You worked quickly, your hands moving with a desperate urgency as you tried to stem the bleeding. You knew you were no healer, that these wounds were beyond anything you could truly fix, but you couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. You had to try.

Eddie winced as you applied pressure to a deep gash along his side, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he watched you, his eyes softening as you tended to him with a tenderness he hadn’t felt in centuries.

Time blurred as you worked, and the outside world faded away. It was just the two of you, alone in the dark, the only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves and Eddie’s labored breaths.

After what felt like hours, you sat back, hands covered in blood, your heart pounding with fear and exhaustion. You had done what you could, but you knew it might not be enough. Eddie’s wounds were too severe, his strength waning with every passing moment.

But he was still alive, still watching you with those intense, dark eyes. And in them, you saw something you hadn’t expected—gratitude, and maybe even a flicker of trust.

You reached out, your hand resting gently against the side of his skull, your fingers brushing against the cold, smooth bone of the mask he wore. “I won’t let them hurt you again,” you whispered. “I’ll protect you, I promise.”

Eddie closed his eyes, a low sigh escaping his chest. It was as though he was surrendering, not to death, but to you, to the warmth of your touch, to the strange, inexplicable connection that had formed between you both.

You heard the horn ringing far far away but this time you would not follow its call. You stayed there, your hand never leaving his, offering comfort to the ancient, wounded soul beside you.

#mykuup #cryptid!eddie munson #monster!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #of bone and bloom

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echoes-in-echoclan · 9 months ago

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So a few close friends and I made a fun little fanclan project and I thought I'd share it here now that it has an official tumblr!

Meet YeeyeeClan, the rootinest tootinest cowboy cats this side of the Mississippi. If you can stand the over the top accents, ridiculous cat drama, and side splittin' names then you've come to the right place!

We'll be posting art/refs every day until we run out, and we're answering asks in between! All my friends are such talented artists and storytellers and we can't wait to share our week-long obsession with y'all!

Well just call me a jackrabbit and stick me in a dog pen 'cause I'm JUMPIN' outta my skin to be postin' the first official YeeyeeClan ref! We're beginnin' here with the good leader of YeeyeeClan, Rattlestar, but 'fore I tell you 'bout him why don't I tell ya a little bit about YeeyeeClan itself... As you might'a guessed already, YeeyeeClan started as a joke among some cat lovin' artists, but boy howdy those little critters crawled right into our hearts faster than a rattle and a bite. Now I'd rightly say you should expect more jokin' type happenin' than anything else, but you better keep yer overalls fastened for when we drop some angst and backstory outta the big blue yonder. For now, you can 'xpect a whole lotta refs as we get you 'customed to all our cats, but yer more than welcome to ask 'em or us a question, and we'll do our best to draw you up a right charmin' response! But back to our good feller Rattlestar, YeeyeeClans current leader. Ol' Rattlestars a cantankerous ol' coot, but he loves his clan more than anyone else in it. And don't let that mean face scare ya off, he'll talk both your ears off an' tell you just about everythin' excitin' that's happened in Yeeyeeclan since 'fore theses prairies existed. -🎩

#non ec #don't worry I'm still working hard on echoclan!#next moon comes out tomorrow!#warrior fanclan #wc fanclan

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tryst-art-archive · 2 years ago

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Jan. 2011 Arts

The "fear of people thinking I'm gay" referenced here was actually "fear that men will not be interested in me and I will be alone forever," but I'd phrased it poorly not expecting this to ever be seen by anyone besides me (and I knew what I meant).

This is your regularly scheduled reminders that I'm a gay trans man, and these sketches are from a solid 10 years before I even remotely figured that out.

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echoes-in-echoclan · 2 months ago

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Finally!! At long last!! The next page!! Took me long enough huh

Anyway new cat alert!!

Moon 46.2 - Moon 46.4

#ec moon #I actually finished this a few months ago before my hiatus hAHA #I'm all the way to moon 49 in my backlog so I think I'm doing okay #warrior cats #clangen #clan gen #wc oc #warriors #clan generator #warrior cats oc #echoclan #echoclan clangen

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honeeslust · 1 year ago

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Them part 2 | the golden retriever BF

🖤 I think I may have a new series on my hand.

🖤 all consenting adults here

🖤 WC +1k

This one’s for those starry eyed sweethearts who we all know would just love warm hugs from you because of how soft you feel in his embrace. I'm talking about the ones who are always looking out for the little guy. Always bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders and putting everything on the line time and time again.

If you’re like me then you wonder what it would be like for him to just be selfish for once.

… so, this one’s for those cuties with a heart of gold with a hard on to match. Because i know they would absolutely need to fuck you every single day.

Kaneki, Goku, Shinra, Yuji, Yuta, Midoriya, Tanjiro, ec. Take your pick

“Please baby.” your boyfriends arms are squeezing you so tight that his body heat is practically smothering you. He hooks his leg over yours, locking you against him while he pumps you with a few tender but clothed back shots, gently tucking his sly fingers into your panties. He loved holding you by your waist making you giggle, but then, that sounded so sweet and desperately needed more of you. It wasn't unusual for him to need you this bad. You both shared a pretty intense sex drive, the only difference being that his stamina was outrageous.

Because of a recent injury, he was on bedrest for a while, meaning the most you could provide was a tug here and there, to which he was always satisfied. But that didn’t amount to the feeling of you. That’s what he needed so desperately that the was almost singing your name and begging you. Kissing your face, your neck your back. Now that he'd gotten t the greenlight from his physician, you were bummed when you had to tug on his hair and squeeze his hair to keep him from going down on you because you TOM had to make an unexpected appearance.

Lucky for you, he was exhausted, he had trained for the first time since his injury and was a little more out of shape than he had wanted to admit after so much down time. After a while you’d both fallen asleep watching Netflix, your body snuggled tightly underneath him. The same way you’d put him to sleep every time. You knew you’d likely been in his dreams when you awoke to your bricked up bf pushing and needy engorged cock against your ass.

How can you blame him though? Every breath he takes is filled with your scent. His hands are full of you, your warmth, your comfort. His body is almost twitching with need because all you have to do is breath and he'd need you this bad. You give him a little encouragement. Shifting your hips back at him and tugging your shorts down your thighs. “Just use my thighs love.” He sighs, so grateful for even just this little piece of you. Golden boy blushes, kissing your shoulder and exhaling against your skin “God I miss you.”

You smile before sticking out your tongue to lick your fingers. You carry the wetness to meet his swollen apex now tucking itself so neatly between your thighs. His tip was slick with the dewy evidence of just how bad he wanted to take you.

“ I’m right here ain't I?” you tease, circling your hips and squeezing your thighs to give him a little extra friction. “You know what I mean,” He laughs with you and then moans from the way your trembling thighs work his ultra sensitive tip. You smirk looking over your shoulder to kiss him sweetly on the lips, you reach up and caress his face as he starts to slip back and forth, fucking your thighs.

He cradles you on your side wanting to be able to see your face but as soon as you mouth the words “ I love you.” he sputters, coming hard and squeezing you tighter as he shoots a load of sticky cum between your legs. You were clenching tight as the friction had you wishing he could be inside you. Still he moved back and forth, his dick still pulsing in much more need of release now than before. “ baby please, please, it’s not the same.” He was almost crying because needed you so bad. “ let me take you to the shower, it won't matter if we make a mess.” he kissed your neck, sucking as he squeezed your tits. “ I need you so fucking bad that it hurts baby, please.”

He sounds so helpless pleading for you to finally let him fuck you. As soon as you gave him the go ahead he scooped you up into his arms and carried you all the way there. You were set down gently, his mouth still tasting yours as he reached over to start the water. “Such a needy thing aren't you,” you tease gently, kissing the smirk on his lips as he reaches over to check the temperature. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes and he dragged his sweats down his thighs, kicking them off to bring you right back against him. Any small moment that your body was separate from his was torturous as was so clearly showingyou.

He pulled you into the warm running water, lips and tongue delving into all your ergogenic crevices. As bad as he needed to be inside you, he took his time showing you every way that he loves you, becoming an artist with his tongue, drawing pleasurable circles over your hips. His hands, capable of such destruction, handling you so tenderly. Eventually those sensual kisses turned primal, becoming more like love bites than kisses. His body was so hot and trembling as you clung to him. You thought he would explode.

Forcing you against the wall, his fingers entwined with yours, you both gasping as he entered you, diving deep with a force that shocks you but stings sweetly, making you feel everything he was holding inside. He moves like a beast, that sweet bf of yours is so lost in you, — like your body is the answer to his every desire. This brute of a man handling you was so needy for you that here he stood fucking you while you bled. His unbridled love laid bare as the water drenched your bodies making them slip against each other as he found his rhythm .

His and your moans were echoing sweetly off the walls. You were so savagely entwined with one another that you started to believe that it may have actually been causing him pain it not be inside you, because now that he was, he was the hardest he's ever fucking been. You drove this man absolutely wild and this was the first time it really showed. Gone was his usual careful touch. His hold on you was forceful, turning you and snapping your legs to cling to his hips, his grip so tight that he knew he was hurting you. “I’m sorry baby, you don't know what you do to me” he would gasp water running down his face as he bounced you up and down. He was sexy as hell this way. You enjoyed being fucked by the animal that you dragged out of him. You'd beg him not to stop and plead for more.

He didn’t have to apologize long as he kept fucking you like this. Your bf sounded so good literally growling in your ear as he domolished your mid-menses cervix, fucking you so hard that you swore you were snapped away by thanos the way your body felt like it was falling to pieces. He groaned, calling your name, squeezing you tight, biting your lip, again and again until you felt that familiar burst erupting from him. Every delectable ridge of his perfect cock was etched deep in your tender center spurting copious amounts of himself into you. When you came back to earth he was still shuddering when he smiled, and leaned back against the wall, still not letting you go. There weren't any words to be spoken, just his lips on yours again. His usual tenderness saying everything he needs to say.

Them pt. 1

#smut oneshot #smut writer #spicy headcanons #jjk season 2 #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk smut #kny x reader #yuji x reader #tanjiro x you #izuku midoriya #mhasmuttyheadcanon #kny smut #shinra x reader

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alexbkrieger13 · 7 months ago

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A great article :)

https://twitter.com/bentclausendbu/status/1777993640264004034

For Pernille Harder, there is something that must be fulfilled before she ends her career

Pernille Harder is approaching 150 games for the Danish women's national football team.

Pernille Harder clearly remembers how nervous she was.

How the team manager tried to calm her down on a walk, telling her to just enjoy the game, and what she thought of the team manager's words:

- Well, I thought. I will probably try that, but I was extremely nervous.

But as soon as she was on the field, the nervousness disappeared. Just 16 years old, she scored a hat-trick on her debut in Denmark's 15-0 win over Georgia in 2009.

On Tuesday evening, Pernille Harder can complete 150 international matches when Denmark faces an important European Championship qualifier against Belgium at the Viborg Stadium.

- That says something about how long I have actually been in the national team. Obviously, there's a pride in that for me.

For Pernille Harder, there is something that is important for her to be able to sign when she one day chooses to end her career.

A changing role

Almost from the beginning, a great responsibility rested on Pernille Harder's shoulders, and already at the age of 23 she was appointed captain of the national team.

- It was my action on the pitch that made me captain then. I have developed the role of captain off the pitch over the years, says Pernille Harder.

- I have become wiser about ups and downs because I have been through it all.

- Now I am in a position where I can understand what it is that others are going through. When you can understand it, it is clear that it is significantly easier to help.

Because although Pernille Harder has always had a strong mentality, there was a time in her career when she was overwhelmed and had to change a particular pattern in her behavior.

The showdown with a pattern

There was no time to stop and digest. As soon as she had achieved something, she had to achieve something new. There was no peace.

- When I became Europe's best, I thought 'yes, that was great', but now I also have to move on, instead of being in it and just patting myself on the back. I was very striving in that I wanted something all the time.

The time when it first dawned on her that she had to change her behavior was in connection with the move to the big club Chelsea.

- There were automatically some expectations because I had become Europe's best for the second time, and I had been sold as the most expensive female footballer in the world.

Therefore, she herself sought out a teacher in mindfulness, a method to strengthen her mental health through meditation, among other things, which helped her through the period, and which she has also drawn on during the past year and a half with injuries.

- I just needed to learn to be in the present, regardless of what is happening around me, says Pernille Harder and acknowledges that it is easier said than done.

- But it is something that I train on all the time. Because it's still not something I've mastered at all.

The important landmark

A certain satisfaction she may agree to acknowledge that she has after all, when she looks back at her 150 matches for the national team, her eight hat-tricks and her titles as Europe's - and the world's - best female footballer.

- But I don't want to say that I have reached a point of saturation, interjects Pernille Harder.

- Of course there is satisfaction in relation to what I have achieved. But it's more because it gives me some kind of peace. That doesn't mean I don't want more than that.

- It could be great to experience one more EC and WC, and then we'll have to see how old I feel after the final rounds.

- As long as I think it's fun, as long as my body thinks it's fun, then I want to keep going. So it's not like I've set an end date, says Pernille Harder.

But there is still something that is important for her to know when the day comes and the end of her career becomes a reality.

- When one day I stop, it is important for me to know that I have done everything I could to become as skilled as possible and win as much as possible.

#great read #pernille harder #woso #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen #denwnt

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simp999 · 1 year ago

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Short Lived.

Pairing: Ken Midori x Reader

Series: Beyblade Burst

Wc: 5.4k (help)

A/N: A new friend got me back into beyblade and I needed to write for my old beloved. (Sorry splatoon manga fans, I'm still working on the next chapter!)

A/N 2: I know that the beyblade fans don't vibe on tumblr for the most part, but I am deprived of beyblade fanfic. Take it

Warnings: Ends with fluffy angst (Might make Ch.2 if anyone wants.)

Themes: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers(?)-Not officially lovers but like c'mon now

Masterlist

A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you cut the loose threads from the glove you’re trying to sew back together.

Last night, you had been training with your bey, but it seemed your glove had had enough of the years of sweat, abuse, and regular washes that it had gone through, and gave up on you. It had gotten you through many wins, and you doubt you’d find another just as comfortable since this one is now worn perfectly to your launching hand. You remembered that your school left the home ec. class open after hours, so you figured you’d give attempting to fix your glove a shot, which obviously wasn’t going well. The threads were too far apart, then too loose, then they just looked so badly done, you were ready to give up and buy a new one. Before you were able to fully get up from your seat, a boy came up to you - a brown puppet on one hand, and blue on the other.

The brown one began to talk in a goofy voice; “Hi there! Would you like some help? This guy here likes to think he’s pretty good at sewing.” The blue one cut him off, in a drastically different voice, “Yeah, ya seem to be strugglin’ a bit there.”

You could only stare at the person in amazement. What a skilled ventriloquist! Not only can he speak with minimal movement from his mouth, but he can switch voices so quickly!

You dismiss your thoughts, remembering the situation at hand. You get a little flustered after examining how badly you managed to mess up your stitching this time, accepting the kind stranger’s offer.

“Yeah… That’d actually be really nice.”

The boy takes a seat in the chair beside you, making sure to keep some distance between you two. He takes off his puppets and places them on the table with care, reaching a hand out toward your glove, silently asking to borrow it. You hand the beaten and well-used glove over, and he carefully but efficiently undoes the miserable stitching that you did. It doesn’t take long before it’s all gone, and you’re mesmerised by the way he so quickly threads the needle and pokes it through the fabric, making seemingly perfect lines. You see that he’s not doing the usual stitch, and you study the way he continues for a bit. He gets about a third through the small hole in the glove before handing it back to you, putting his puppets back on his hands to explain how to do this new stitch. A backstitch. He explains how to do it with maximum efficiency, and tells you that this stitch is great for reinforcing the area, which is exactly what you need.

You’re much slower, and the lines are obviously less straight than his, but this is far better than any previous attempts. He waits for you, pointing out when you begin to put too much space between the holes, or any other details. In the meantime, he introduces himself. Well, the puppets introduce themselves and him. You smile at how cute Keru and Besu are, and marvel at their unique personalities. You quickly learn that Ken’s puppets are very important to him, and that he’s obviously been doing this type of thing since he was young. His skills only further prove that, for both sewing and ventriloquism.

You only notice that you’ve been looking at Ken a little too long when he brings Besu’s little hand up to his face to ‘wipe’ Ken’s cheek, Besu asking if there’s something stuck there. Your face heats up, realizing your mistake, and you quickly assure him that you’re just heavily impressed by his ventriloquism skills. You can see slight surprise cross his face, it seems people don’t often see how difficult his skill really is. Besu thanks you, while Keru boasts about how long Ken’s been practicing for. He gets on to mentioning his puppet shows, and the two of you talk for a bit. It’s cut short when you sheepishly ask him if he can tie the final knot for you.

You try on your glove on the way home, trying to remember all the little details of the person you just met. The spikey, fluffy-looking black hair he had, the comfortable green color scheme, even his little snaggle tooth was hard to miss. It felt like you two spoke for hours, even though it was only probably 20 or so minutes. The sun is halfway through setting, and you find yourself wanting to see him again. You’re sure he went to the same school, it was simply unlucky that he and you had separate classes.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

You spent the next couple of days paying more attention to your surroundings at school. Taking the longer routes to classes, walking around during lunch, and even getting out of class a couple of minutes early so you could try to wait at the front door. No luck.

You didn’t really have anyone to hang out with, your - acquaintances at best - having their closer friends to hang out with. You didn’t mind, but there was something about the puppeteer that had you wanting more of his presence. He just seemed so… kind, and comforting.

With no luck from your attempts, you decide to test out the bey stadium on top of the school. You heard rumors of it, but never bothered trying it out, favoring the one at the park and the one you had at home- you and your dad had built it.

Before turning the corner, you heard the all too familiar sound of a bey spinning. You contemplated even going, but you were interested in potentially finding another skilled blader.

A boy with white hair and a black vest is fully concentrated on the red bey before him. You could bet that he’s counting the seconds that it’s spinning for, so you wait to make your presence known so as to not distract him. It spins for an impressive amount of time, and you wait for him to stand up and wipe the sweat from his forehead before approaching him.

“Can I help you?”

“I doubt it, but do you happen to know where I can find a boy named Ken? He wears mostly green, has two puppets-”

“Oh, Ken Midori. I believe he has a puppet show starting sometime soon in the main area of the mall.”

He finally looks at you head-on, and you recognize him. He’s known to be an extremely skilled blader, supposedly the best at school. Shu Kurenai. You pretend to not know him, and you thank him for his time before making your way to the mall. You’ve always tried to keep your beyblading lifestyle on the down-low, changing up your appearance in battle and only really practicing alone. Beyblading isn’t your only personality trait.

You smile at all the little kids who are sat down in front of the booth, and imagine all the thankful parents who can finally get somewhat of a break. The story follows an over-confident but weak hero who can’t manage to beat a dragon. Help arrives, and you’re quick to recognize the two puppets and their voices. Your smile grows, and you excitedly wait for the end. No, not the end of the cute story being played, you’re excited to go see the boy managing those two adorable puppets. Though, the story is still engaging and fun. They sure are experienced at what they do.

The puppets bow to their audience, and the curtains close. While kids begin to shuffle through the crowd to meet up with their parents, you carefully make your way over to the booth, watching out for any green and black. A lady comes up to you and asks if she can help with anything, and you see that she has a puppet on one of her hands, one from the show.

“Oh, yes! I’m looking for Ken?”

She nods and calls out his name, and the boy makes his way over to the lady, only spotting you afterward. Besu’s the first to talk:

“Oh! You made it to our show!”

“I was pretty sharp out there, right?!” Keru intervenes, and Besu doesn’t want to feel left out, so the two begin some light banter. Ken breaks it up by giving his two puppets a glare, then he makes them bow their heads, as if they felt bad. You stifle a laugh at the scene before you, happy that you got your own mini show. Ken’s smile slightly grows, and his mother notices, so she tries to give him a little push.

“How about you two go hang out for a while? We’ve got everything covered here, and that’s the last show of the night. As long as Ken’s home by 8:30.”

You bring your hands together to play with the hem of your sleeve, feeling bad about taking her kid away for a bit.

“I don’t mind helping if you’d like?”

“Don’t worry about it, you two go have fun!”

The two of you stand in silence as his mom leaves. Ken’s not sure if he should be frustrated or thankful that his mom just threw him right outside his comfort zone, but either way, he’s stuck with you now.

You check the time on your phone, 6:07.

“We’ve got a couple hours, is there anywhere you’d like to go? Or… We are already at the mall, if you’d like to just walk around?”

Ken admits through Besu that he never really got to check out the mall. You’ve lived in this city your whole life, which means you know this mall quite well. You’re quick to drag him, metaphorically, to your favorite stores that you think he’d like. The two of you find some stickers you like, some shirts, and anything else you find interesting that’s also reasonably priced. You surprise him with a keychain of a cartoon-y dog that looks an awful lot like Besu. He looks happy to receive it, Besu doing a little dance while holding it between his little paws, but Keru crosses his arms and huffs.

You turn around to show him a keychain that you already had attached to your bag, which resembled Keru. Keru’s attitude quickly changes, remarking that he’s the better one because you have his keychain. He and Besu get into another small fight, and you’re once again reminded of Ken’s amazing skill as a ventriloquist.

The night flies by, but you’ve definitely gotten more comfortable with each other. This time, you didn’t forget to exchange contact information, so now you two can plan meet-up times. Once you wave goodbye to Ken, he stands in the middle of the quiet mall, feeling the same way you did after your first meeting. He’s never had a friend before, and he’s deciding that he’d be happy to have you as his first.

For the next few months, the two of you began hanging out outside of class. You introduce him to places you enjoy, finding out that he really likes this one clear opening in the woods not too far from your home. You went once during the day, finally trusting him enough to show him your special comfort spot. There are lots of flowers, and you even added fairy lights and a few blankets to lay on, thanks to your mom. When moving the branches away from your face and holding them away for Ken, you explain that you like to come here when you want a break from reality, or to just enjoy nature as it is.

“People are always so bombarded with lights, buildings, cars, loud noises, and the like, so we don’t often get to have 'us' time. It’s much prettier at night, we should try to convince your mom to let you stay out a bit later one night. Maybe on a weekend?”

“We often have lots of plays on the weekends, but I think our first one for next Sunday is later in the day, so if we go next Saturday night after the play it should work.” He still uses his puppets to speak, and you still love them just as much as the first day they spoke to you. They are really cute and fun, after all.

“Alright, a week and a half from now, then! Don’t forget!” Ken nods, excited to see what this place looks like at night. It seems you put lots of care into the surrounding area.

The next day, you had planned to meet up after school. At the end of your last class of the day, you get a text from your favorite ventriloquist saying his club is having an emergency meeting. You were really hoping to hang out with him, and you wouldn’t mind if there are other people around, so you ask if his club would be okay with you lingering around. He thinks about it, and figured that his friends wouldn’t mind, so the two of you meet up and you follow him to the roof.

You quietly follow behind him, a little nervous about meeting his friends. You wouldn’t usually be like this, but these are Ken’s friends, so there was a good chance you’d be seeing them time and time again.

The first one to pep up is a boy with short, blond hair, he seems to be pretty eccentric. His energy is really fun and he gives off good vibes, it feels like being around him could put you in a better mood overall, which is nice. You wave at him after he points you out, and he gives you a bright grin. You notice Shu nod at you, you’re surprised he must have remembered you. The next to speak is a shorter boy with dark blue hair, and it’s a little hard to make out what he’s saying thanks to how fast he’s talking. Something about asking if you’re Ken’s friend, then about blading.

What was that about blading? It seems the friend group quieted down after he asked you the question, also wanting an answer. Noticing your lost expression, the blondie from earlier repeats his friend’s question.

“Do you do any beyblading?”

You could tell them, but you don’t like it when your name gets out there.

“Not that much.”

“But you have a bey?”

“...Yeah.”

The blue-haired boy is quick to challenge you to a battle, but you’re not really feeling up to it. You’re not a big fan of showing off your skills to any unnecessary opponents. You don’t also want to make a fool of yourself. The ‘meeting’ goes on, and they discuss an upcoming tournament. The plan for this meeting is just to battle. They introduce themselves to you one by one, then decide that they’re going to do a tournament-style set of battles. They don’t have enough players for it to start out evenly, though. They manage to convince you to join, and you agree on the condition that you get to battle Ken in the first round. It’s the only way you’d be able to hold back.

Anyone else and you’d end up with a quick and effortless burst finish.

Valt’s up first against Honcho- or Rantaro, you’re not sure which name to use since he introduced himself as Honcho, but all the others called him Rantaro. You’re surprised at how much skill is shown before you, you may have underestimated these players. Not like it matters, though. It’s then Shu against Daigo, and you already know the outcome before it starts. Finally, you end up against Ken.

You both take your positions, and you opt to not do any strength-inducing launches, so you keep it basic. You already know exactly how this match is going to do. Your eyes flicker up from the stadium to Ken, and he looks really focused on where he intends to send his bey. He makes it all too obvious that he’s going straight to the center. You barely give the launch 15% of your power, and you let him win with a survivor finish.

As if you’d have the heart to hurt him - Well, his ego. You congratulate him on the win, and remind the gang that you don’t blade that much, with a hand stretching the back of your head and a half-smile.

“No worries! At least now our tournament can continue!”

You lean back on the bench, examining the players’ battle styles. You focus mainly on Ken’s of course, and he’s a lot stronger than you had anticipated. You watch the battle between him and Valt, the underdog pulling through. It almost looked like a stroke of complete luck that he’d won against Ken, but as much as you’d like to say that, an experienced blader’s eyes like yours could catch the hidden skill that Valt has.

He comes and sits beside you, encouraging his friends. You tag along, rooting for them. Daigo sits on the other side of you, since there isn’t anywhere else to sit and his legs are tired. The two of you don’t exchange any words, but you gain a mutual respect for each other. You like his style, and he approves of you as Ken’s friend, you seem like a good pair to him. He won’t say that aloud, though.

That weekend, Ken calls you to see if you can hang out. You try your best to never turn him down, even ditching plans just to hang out with him, but you’ve got a battle in a tournament that you can’t miss. You feel bad about it, but it can’t be helped. You tell him that you’re busy, and he assures you that it’s alright and he’ll just go watch his friends battle.

You throw on your hood and a cloth facemask, adjusting the elastics on the sides to be comfortable. This mask is really breathable, and has a cool design that consists of two rows of cartoony sharp teeth. It’s perfect for concealing your identity while you blade.

Your opponent is already up on stage when you walk up, Hanami announcing you as the Mysterious blader, only known as X. You take a glance at the crowd, there seems to be more people showing up at your battles as time goes on. You refuse to go easy when it comes to important battles, so you steady your arms and plant your feet for maximum power.

3, 2, 1, LET IT RIP!

The crowd cheers, and your hood slips down from the force of your launch. That’s why the mask is important. The hand resting next to your hips subtly brings up three fingers. Then it hides one. One left. As you bring down your index, the opponent’s bey bursts. Six seconds, it seems you were feeling generous today.

Another quick glance at the crowd was intended only to observe their reaction, but your eyes caught someone unexpected. He wasn’t supposed to be here. The puppets on his hands seemed to be as surprised as him, their mouths wide open. Before he can make any sort of movement as your eyes linger on him, you shuffle over to the changing room. You try to be subtle when you leave, checking around corners before walking past, but that someone still manages to find you. He runs up to you, hugging you excitedly, but still gently, from behind, having Besu voice his excitement.

“I knew it was you!”

Keru’s quick to add on,

“Why didn’t ya go all out against Ken, though? You’re a really strong blader!”

You take a quick look around, making sure that nobody else is in the area before taking off the mask and hoodie.

“I wanna keep it on the down low. Getting challenged left and right isn’t too fun. And I didn’t have the heart to go all out.”

The last part was muttered, but Ken heard it. He chose to ignore it, though.

“You don’t enjoy lots of battles?” Besu sounded like he was a mix of sad and curious.

“Well, I’ll be honest, I underestimated your friends. I didn’t think they’d be fun to battle, but I might just have to one of these days. I’ll only do it in a competition, though.”

Ken nods, then stands still for a second. It seems there’s a lot running through his mind. His smile grows all of a sudden, and he hugs you again.

“We need to battle for real sometime, okay?”

You embrace the hug, then let go, with your hands still on his hips. You nod, agreeing to it. You may not have the heart to go all out right away, but you’re sure that if you do it enough, one day you two could have a really all-out, fun battle. The two of you have to go separate ways since it’s dinner time, but not before you promise to battle him often.

As you walk off, he finds himself staring at you in amazement. That opponent surely wasn’t weak, you were already a couple of rounds deep in the tournament. He had come to watch the previous battle, which featured Valt, but ended up staying because he was curious about Valt’s possible future opponents. He had gotten quite the reality check instead, realizing how awesome his friend is. Yeah…friend.

That moment, Ken makes a big decision: 'That’s going to have to change. Next weekend.'

The next couple of days go by as usual, having lunch with the beyclub, and hanging out with Ken a couple of times throughout the week. Although, It’s hard to miss the way he seems to slowly inch closer to you when he’s near you, or how he may have messaged you a little more often than usual, asking how you were or if you remembered to eat.

But Tuesday, that all stopped. He went quiet. You didn’t receive a 'Good morning, see you at school!' text. He didn’t have Besu pitch into the conversation, nor did he have Keru butt in with any snarky remarks during the beyclub battles after school. He still answered when spoken to, but he seemed very… out of it. Dazed? Like he had something else on his mind. You were worried about him, especially since you planned on hanging out with him in a couple of days. You have been planning this late-night meeting for a while now, and you really hoped that he still intended on coming.

But he didn’t move away when you moved closer to him, and he didn’t flinch when you put your hand in his and rubbed your thumb against it. You wanted him to know that you’d be there for him, no matter what. You wanted to so badly tell him that you- no. That can wait.

The night finally came. The sun was almost done setting, and Ken still hadn’t made it to your house yet. Now this was getting worrying. After debating for a few minutes, you finally sent him a text.

[“Hey, we’re still on tonight, right?”]

[“Of course, I’m on my way.”]

You let out a sigh of relief, unsure of why you ever doubted him. Of course you could trust him, he was the person that you were closest to, the person you cared about the most.

You look up from your dark phone screen when you hear hurried footsteps. Ken speaks through Besu, telling you that his mom wanted help deep-cleaning the house. You give him a nod, and you gently grab his hand, (you grab Keru?), and lead him to your favorite clearing. You move the branches away, being careful as to not let them smack Ken when you let go.

Ken doesn’t notice that you two have made it to the clearing until you announce it, probably because the fairy lights weren’t on. You lead him to the blanket, getting him to make himself comfortable before finally turning on the lights with a “ta-daaa~”

You had meant for all this to feel a little silly, wanting to get rid of the tense atmosphere, but you immediately saw just about every worry leave Ken’s eyes as the lights flickered on. It’s like he was finally made aware of how dreamy the world could be, and it almost seemed as if his eyes twinkled when they met yours.

Must have just been the lights.

You sit beside him, eventually deciding to lie down once your arms got too strained from holding yourself up. The only thing filling the silence was the quiet buzzing of any nearby bugs, and the crickets. Ken let himself fall from his sitting position not too long after you did, and he was quick to pull you close to him. Impossibly close, even, as he had your head laying on his chest.

He’s never been this bold before, and you can easily tell that he’s nervous with how hard his heart is beating. You snuggle closer, if possible, and you’re almost on the brink of falling asleep. Before you can though, the fairy lights die out, allowing you to see the infinite amount of stars above you. There’s no better time than now.

“Hey.”

Ken slightly adjusts his head so his eyes can meet yours, but you don’t share his glance.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

His breath hitches. You catch the way his chest no longer moves up and down, and your lips waver, afraid you may have made a mistake. He most definitely understood what was implied, his reaction making it a dead giveaway.

It’s silent for what feels like hours, the only thing breaking it being his uneven breath. Then, his light sobs. You immediately half-sit up, focusing all your attention on Ken.

There’s a big, strained smile on his face, the kind that only shows when you’re the last person trying to convince yourself that everything’s alright. It begins to fade, and tears only begin to fall faster when you envelop him in a hug. He hugs you tighter, tighter than he ever has before, almost like he’s afraid to lose you. No, as if he’s afraid to leave you.

You back off by a couple inches when his weak hold finally allows it, and you bring a hand up to wipe one of the many tears from his cheek. You eventually have to courage to raise enough for Ken to hear.

“Ken…did I say something wrong? I never meant to hurt you, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s not your fault that you loved me.”

You both sit in silence. Your hand weakly starts to weigh itself down, away from his face, while he avoids any kind of eye contact. This was the first time you heard his voice.

“I…I don’t want to leave. I can’t just leave you, you mean so much to me!”

He begins to ramble, and it starts to become hard to understand him when the tears come right back.

“Ken, my love, I’d never leave you. What makes you think-”

“No, no, my family. My family’s puppet shows are making me travel. I have to change schools. I have to leave. I have to leave you.”

“Oh.”

That’s what that meant.

He’s leaving.

You may never see each other again.

“...When?”

“I need to start packing tomorrow. I also need to tell the bey club.”

You nod absentmindedly, you mind trying to come up with any possible, futile ways to keep him here. When nothing useful comes up, you slowly reach your hands around his torso and lay down. He allows it.

He can feel a wet spot form on his shirt, but he only embraces you tighter. He strokes your hair as gently as he can, resisting the urge to burst out into tears again. It’s much harder when the love of his life is past that point, lying on his chest, and there isn’t much else he can do as comfort.

You awake the next morning to rays of sunshine crossing your face, and you groggily attempt to sit up, but the arms wrapped around you won’t allow it. You quickly recognize the fluffy, black hair you grew so used to, and the area in the woods that you loved so much. That was all you needed as confirmation that no, none of what had happened was a dream. Your eyes want to well up again, but your body refuses, still tired from last night.

Finally, Ken’s grip loosens a bit when he takes in the situation as well, but it quickly tightens again when the two of you are sat back up.

“Don’t you still have to tell the beyclub?”

“...Yeah.”

Ken makes no effort to move until you do, grabbing his hand and letting him take the lead to wherever he had planned on meeting the club. Before he turned the corner, he takes a deep breath in and plasters the usual smile on his face. You hadn’t let go of his hand, so he currently only has Besu on.

You don’t plan on letting go any time soon.

Xander ends up interrupting the beyclub, and you all find yourselves at the Shakadera Dojo, the Beyclub battling the Swordflames. Halfway through the team battles, Daigo finally speaks up about something being off about Ken, and he slips his hand out of yours, swiftly making his way out of the dojo. You follow the beyclub, finally ending up at the top of a cliff, where they question Ken.

You know it hurts.

It hurts, even more, to say it out loud.

“Want me to tell them?”

He quickly looks your way, and his face is mixed with surprise, panic, sadness, and many other emotions. A slight nod towards you, and you somehow manage to utter out the words that Ken couldn’t. Only once it came to the part about him not wanting to leave could he finally speak up, and you could tell his eyes were starting to gloss over again, same as yours. It almost seemed as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders, only to be replaced with a heavier one. The clear emotions being shown by his friends didn’t help, and that made him want to get away as soon as possible.

Not paying attention to his surroundings, the rock beneath him crumbles, making him slip. He closes his eyes, preparing for the worst.

He opens his eyes to see your face, jam-packed with adrenaline. You pull him back up thanks to the help of the beyclub, and the two of you sit for a second, trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

Then, Daigo lays out the idea that everyone will still be friends no matter where you are. That gives the rest of the club hope, and Ken’s eyes fill with determination. The two of you stand up, and you piggy-back off off Daigo’s idea, assuring him that you’ll be there for him no matter where you are.

You refuse to let go of his hand once again, up until he has to get into the truck to make his way to his new home.

“Hey, don’t forget to shoot me a text anytime, okay?”

Your nerves are getting the better of you, but Ken reassures you that he’ll keep in contact. He pulls you in for one last hug.

He doesn’t let go until his mom calls to him, and even then he waits another minute.

“I love you. And distance won’t change that. Don’t get hung up on me, though, go enjoy life.”

You let out a sad chuckle,

“As if I could ever move on. I’ll still love you, even with the distance.”

One last deep breath and he gets in the truck that begins to drive off.

The beyclub members shout their last goodbyes and you give the last word;

“Be safe, Love!”

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mistressemmedi · 5 months ago

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bro theres smth in the water or smth when the wc or ec is on. we're not playing til sunday and the whole town is already covered in orange banners and flags.

Meme applies to the whole of Europe really

#princemick #q&a

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lilbitdepressed27 · 1 year ago

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weird request but if you feel like writing it then please do.

tara and y/n r dating.

but when they’re at the museum ig, tara tells y/n to get out of there so she won’t get hurt, so when y/n had gone out of their way, Sam and Tara are fighting the ghostfaces and watches them reveal themselves.

after the ghostfaces has been revealed, Sam is fighting quinn and Tara Ethan, but out of the blue when Tara turns around, he isn’t there.

So when Tara hears something behind her grunting, she wastes no time turning around and stab the person in the mouth (like she did to ethan in the movie) bc ofc she automatically thinks the person behind her is ethan.

But when she turns around, the person she has stabbed is Y/n who was trying to come back and help them.

Tara panics and tries to tell herself it’s all okay and that y/n could be saved. but she couldn’t, so we die😀

Please write this bc I’m obsessed w the angst that you write. This is all just angst angst angst and angst, but I love it.

so I’m begging you to write it.

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: you get Ethan’ed :(

Warnings: Death, angst

WC: 1.1k

Authors note: it’s kinda short but I hope you like it and it’s up to your expectations anon :) sorry for any mistakes in advance.

*****~~~~~*****

“You can’t stay here, you have to go.” Tara looked up at you. The fear she felt in her body was so immense. The fear of losing you to the hands of a ghostface. She almost had, the year prior to someone she considered a friend. A close friend. Amber had been her best friend and she almost killed you. You had gotten lucky. But the fear the moment you had fallen when the gun shot rang out. The feeling she felt when you didn’t move had been so overwhelming. Gut wrenching.

“What? I’m not-No Y/n listen to me. He is not going after you. He’s after Sam. And I won’t leave her-And I won’t leave you.” Tara knew better. You would never leave her willingly. But she had to find a way to make you leave.

“Y/n please. I won’t be able to live with myself or focus enough for me to do what I need to do. If I’m too worried about you. I could get Sam or even myself killed. Please baby. Please I’m begging you. Just go get help. Find Mindy. I need you safe.” She had reached forward, cupping your cheeks in her hands. The softness of your cheeks had always soothed her. Your voice was also something she loved to listen to. Even when you were speaking nonsense. Also sounding so soothing.

“Baby, Tar I can’t just leave you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself either if something happened to you.”

The feeling of your arms wrapping around her body, pulling her closer you your chest. Tara moved her arms to wrap around your neck. She held you close. Loving the feeling of safety you have always brought her.

“You have to, let me go. Trust that I’ll be fine. And I can hold my own.” She looked up to your eyes. She would always get lost in your soft y/ec eyes. She could see the fight in your eyes, the way you were battling with your self to argue with her. She knew you so well. Which was why she knew she was asking a lot of you to leave.

“I’ll be back as soon as I get help. I promise ghostface won’t even know what hit him. Please be okay. Don’t let your guard down okay. No matter what happens. Okay?”

“I promise.” Tara felt a small sense of relief wash over her. Knowing that you’d be safe. Knowing that you’d be out of harms way. It was all she could ask for. The way you looked down at her, it was a way only she had the fortune to be looked at. The way your eyes always show cased your emotions for her. The love she’d see, every time she looked at them. It was something she could never get over. The way your eyes always spoke to her in way that only she could understand. You were her rock. Her anchor.

Ghostface will never hurt you. She’ll make sure of it. That bitch would have to get through her.

“Good, I’ll see you soon okay. I love you.”

“I love you to.” And she does. It was why she was sending you away. She loves you too much for you to be in this. Pulling you down for a kiss, a kiss that had been filled with so much emotions. Fear, a sense of hopefulness that everything would turn out okay. And most of all, love.

Tara had been fighting Ethan. He had been a lot stronger than she had thought. He had thrown her through one of the show cases. She had felt the glass piercing different parts of her body. But the fear and the adrenaline had moving faster than ever. She clutched Billy’s knife in her hand. Turning around to the direction Ethan had once stood. But he was gone.

He was no longer standing where he once stood. Tara could feel the hairs on the back her neck standing at how quiet the theater got. The distant voices of Sam and Quinn talking. She held the knife up as she took a few steps forward, the glass under her shoes cracking and snapping from the pressure. The noise ringing in her ears.

At the sound of foot steps coming from behind her. She clutched the knife. Her grip tightening around the knife.

Don’t let your guard down.

The words rang through her mind. Your voice in her mind repeating the words over and over again.

Her arms moved before she could process what she was doing. Turning around at such a speed, the feeling of the knife going through who she thought was the mouth of Ethan. It was the mouth of

You.

Tara gasped her favorite pair of eyes were looking back at her. Wide filled with shock.

“No. No. No no.” The feeling of your weight falling into her arms was enough for her to drop to her knees. The sound of you chocking on your blood as you fell on your back.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She cried, she didn’t understand. You weren’t supposed to be here. Taking in the cut on the side of your temple. Making her believe you never made it out of the theater. Her ears refused to hear anything else other that sound of you chocking on your blood. The sight of you was becoming blurry.

She had stabbed you.

You.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Her voice coming out shaky, blinking away the tears as she looked into your eyes. At the sight tears blurred her vision again, her breathing becoming more erratic.

The gurgling that you made as you tried to say something. She could only watch as you’re eyes squeezed shut from the pain. The pain she had caused. Your eyes opening again she they looked up towards her. The unspoken words. They held no hate towards her. No betrayal towards her. The love in your eyes still shinning towards her.

“Stay with me.” She begged. Sobs escaping her lips as she took in the way your chest kept faltering. More sobs escaped her, completely unaware of the shots that rang throughout the theater.

The guilt growing more and more. The disbelief of what was happening was growing. The denial was growing. You were dying and it was because of her. Not ghostface.

The way your eyes faltered, your eyes losing the light that she loved. She began to shake her head violently.

“P-Please. No. P-Please baby. Stay with me.”

She had kept her guard up. But at what cost. Cause at the end it wasn’t ghostface that hurt you. It was her.

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

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