#and it got me so pissed that I ended up having to learn english just so I could understand the shows

[milo-is-rambling]

Who was gonna tell me that reading is fun sometimes

[leaf-storm-40]

a fun fact

I learned english out of spite and mild annoyance

[brights-place]

Floyd dating an S/O that can't speak English

Pairings: Floyd X Reader

Warnings: Floyd being an cutie patootie, Fluff

A/N: As an Person who can't speak english properly or that well I find this request so lovely! THIS IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO'S ENGLISH IS NOT THEIR FIRST LANGUAGE >:))

- The first time Floyd saw you he stood still and stared in awe like a deer caught in headlights - He wanted to talk to you then and there so he did he stuttered but loved how you smiled but when he noticed your accent he melted into putty

- Floyd loves you so much its well known that he does - He helps you practice English whenever he gets the free time, only if you actively wanna improve, he doesn’t mind otherwise

- Floyd makes sure that you are respected by everyone and if someone points out your accent he smiles while you tell them your from (Your country)

- He loves how you are always smiling when people ask about yourself and your culture along with your genre of music since you were also an troll

- He loves it whenever you sing in your language either in front of the others, or even just by yourself in your room when you think no one is listening to you.( Not that he will ever tell you he dose)

-The thing is that when people of the same culture/ethnicity meet it’s an automatic click and bond so when he see's you chatting with trolls who are the same culture/ethnicity as you he can't help but be happy

- He tries to learn your language which he succeeds in and would see you blush when he calls you "My Love"

- Learns about your culture and tries to make you feel like your at home - The way your heart did a double back flip and a barrel roll when he spoke in your home langage as you got all excited and giddy squealing - He loves how you start to praise him whenever he learns a new word which ends up with you two making out after a bit when he speaks in your mother tongue

- He LOVES IT! WHEN YOUR COOKING! he will tell you directly how much he loves it and hopes you would make more which you do

- When you struggle to speak english he makes sure to hold your hand and smile up at you

- He loves your accent and how you sound so angelic to him

- He likes leave light kisses and kissed all over your face. Your forehead, cheeks, nose, anywhere accessible to him he would kiss smiling while you laugh and try to stop him but he couldn't help but giggle -I swear he just zones out on you. Like he’s just hypnotized by you and all he’s thinking "Fuck i'm so lucky..."

- When you ever get mad he can't help but blush and cover his face with his hand. You switching languages makes him squeal but he also knows when your on the phone speaking to another language he knows that it was to let others around you know that your conversation was not for them.

- When you get mad and are close to ripping someones lungs out floyd has to stop you but sometimes he stays back watching you in awe

- You cursing in your home language and insulting someone he can't help but smile at how gorgeous you looked to him but to others they have fear in their eyes

- But whenever you two fight which is never ever happening unless your in an very bad mood and notice the mess in your house when he had his brothers over

- Like when he see's you fighting with someone he can't help but be smile softly when your yelling at him he would be worried trying to understand you but soon he smiles more and moves closer towards your pissed off expression "Your Beautiful when your mad" floyd said as you blushed

- he made sure to tell his brothers not to cause an mess next time coming over.

- Loves it whenever you come to his defense and cuss whoever is bothering him or making him uncomfortable - You have cussed out john dory face to face for what he had did to floyd in the past and - It warms is heart seeing you do that. You’re actually defending. He covered his face whenever you ask him if he’s OK since he’s blushing under the covered up part of his face with his hand.

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[kamjkaze]

Some Andre HCs cause I feel like I understand my baby the most.. TW: eating disorders

I think Andre struggles with anorexia as a means of having control over his life. If pried about it you’ll learn he genuinely does not believe he has disordered eating. He will fast for days on end to simply feel like he has a grip on his own reality.

I think his brain still thinks I’m german and when he’s only around his family for awhile he fumbles a little when translating his thoughts into English. Cal, naturally makes fun of him for this.

When he’s very sleepy and keeping himself awake his brain defaults to German and Cal usually just goes along with whatever Andre is saying.

Cal and Andre are super different in how they go to sleep. Andre can force himself to be awake for hours even if he’s barely lucid. But Cal, once he’s out, he’s out.

Andre is a mega computer nerd and begged his parents for that little computer for a full calendar year before he received it. He loves to tinker with it and I think once when he was younger his tinkering went too far and he broke something inside it. His dad got suuupppeer pissed and threatened to throw the whole thing out if Andre was so comfortable with breaking the things he bought him. , thankfully Andre fixed it with a bit of reading and stressing

Andre is a terrible skin picker. He has acne as it is but he will poke and prod and squeeze and scratch at all the little bumps on his face. The fact he has dirty man hands all up in his open ass acne is not doing the problem any favors

Andre still struggles with his own religious identity and never fully dropped the idea of Judaism from his mind, even on zero day.

I think he actually enjoys working with his dad, I think he’s a daddy’s boy as it is but being able to be out of the house and actually social with his father most nights is really good for him. Many of his doubts for zero day occurred while he was at work with his father.

I think Andre is very sensitive to weed and cannot handle himself very well with getting high because the Goldilocks zone of “this ain’t shit” to “throwing up and greening out” is so small for Andre. As opposed to Cal who hasn’t taken a tolerance break in the four years he’s been smoking.

This is the opposite for drinking. Andre can smash as much alcohol as he wants in a night whereas Cal is a total lightweight who can’t handle his vodka

Andre sleeps completely naked no matter the season. Andre is also naked most of the time in his bedroom or when left alone in the house. It’s a small quirk about him that he doesn’t really know where it came from. “I guess I was just meant to be a nudist. I mean, it’s how we’re all born”

Andre is not the type to admit his jealousy but it is one of the few things he’s able to laugh about just because I think he understands that he is a very jealous person and has more or less come to terms with it (unless of course pushed too hard about it, Andre would get mad about anything if pushed too hard about it)

When andre was a small boy his favorite book was The Runaway Bunny

Andre Kriegman is my life and joy PLLEAASSEEE share your Andre Hcs with me I beg of you

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of blood, violence, swearing, death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts

Word count: +5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

"Welcome to act three"

Iris watched as her girlfriend shot Liv in the head while smirking. She pointed the gun at Sam and just as her finger pulled the trigger, Iris didn't think twice before slamming her body against hers pushing her into the wall. The bullet ended up hitting the ceiling as she shouted for Sam and Tara to run.

Amber tried to point her gun once again at Tara but Iris was clinging into her arm making her unable to use it.

"Don't make me hurt you" Amber grunted in rage as they struggled with each other. Iris tried to get the gun from her but Amber suddenly squeezes the wound on her thigh, making Iris scream in pain and let go of her.

Suddenly she felt something dig into her stomach. She hitched a breath as she looked down and saw Amber's hand holding the handle of a knife. She could feel the blade twisting in her insides as they locked eyes.

"You just fucking stabbed me". She choked out, her eyes fired in betrayal. The girl who had been nothing but sweet to her, the girl who always made sure they didn't leave each other without saying I love you, the girl who cooked her favorite meals. That girl was also the same one who was stabbing her right now.

"You left me no choice baby. I don't want to hurt you but I can't let you ruin everything". She pressed one of her hands on her cheek as she listened to Iris's sobs. "Don't cry baby, everything is going to be okay. Just don't get involved".

"It was you". She breathed out in pain. "At the hospital, you attacked us, you are the one who hurt me".

"You weren't supposed to be there". Amber gaze sombered. "But of course you had to be there with Tara. I had to slowed you down somehow". She took out the knife out of her body and Iris let out a scream of pain as she tried to support herself with the wall.

"She's your best friend".

"She needs to die".

"You're insane". Iris whispered hatefully at her now clearly ex girlfriend. "I won't let you touch her".

Amber had a new wave of rage engulfed her and she growled as she stepped forward and stabbed her once again.

"Stop pissing me off, don't talk about her". Amber pulled the knife out of her stomach once again and then rested it on Iris's cheek as she gently whispered. "Can't you realize I'm doing all of this for us? So that we can be together forever".

Iris didn't answer as she doubled up in pain and she slowly fell to the ground.

"You're mine". Amber looked at her. "No one is going to take you away from me, not her nor anyone".

"I hate you".

Amber looked at her sadly. "You'll learn to forgive me". She left her there and Iris couldn't do anything but pass out while looking at Mindy's and Liv's bodies.

A few moments later, she woke up dizzy from the blood loss and she tried to straighten up using the wall for support. She got on her knees and saw Sam's jacket lying in the ground. She crawled to it and once she took it, she wrapped it tightly around her stomach to stop the blood from spilling. She heard shouting coming from the hall and she thought she recognized Sidney and Sam's voice. She hurried up in the best way she could but before going there she grabbed an umbrella she saw resting beside the chimney. It will have to work for now.

"Shoot him". She heard Sidney's voice.

She approached the door just in time to see Richie getting close to Sam. "Thank god you're okay, cause I really... really wanted to be the one to kill you". And then stabbed her in the side while Richie held her up with his other hand. Sam stared up at him in horror just like she had stared at Amber moments prior. He twisted the knife inside Sam as she screamed in pain, Sidney tried to move towards him but he pointed a gun she didn't see him holding at her. "Sit the fuck down".

Before he could hurt any of them once again, Iris came out of hiding using the umbrella to hit Richie in the head repeteadly. He let go of Sam as he fell to the floor but it wasn't enough to seriously hurt him as he threw a kick at her that hit directly at her stomach and she fell backwards with him pointing his gun at her.

"You know Iris, you keep annoying me".

"I fucking knew it was you, you bitch". He stood up and kick her once again just to smile once he saw her doubled up on pain.

"You were right and yet you still failed". He was going to kick her again when Amber swiftly took her mask off and locked eyes with her.

Just as Richie put the gun threathreadly into her forehead, Amber spoke up. "That's enough Richie, we have other things to worry about".

"You see the only reason I haven't already stab you to death is because Amber put you off limits". He looked her up and down. "Seeing the state you are though, seems like she did the damage herself".

She spat at him and he fell backwards in disgust. "Fuck you".

He wiped her spit and gave the gun to Amber as she raised it at Sidney. Iris watched with tear-filled eyes as Richie pulled Tara's inhaler from his pocket, displaying it for Sam with a look of satisfaction. "I can't believe this worked," he said, tossing it behind him as he smirked smugly. "I know. It's a bummer it had to be me"

Richie then pulled out a voice changer from his other pocket, laughing manically. "But it was really the best choice for the movie."

"This isn't a fucking movie!" Sam retorted, wincing with pain from the stab wound and the betrayal.

"No, but it will be". Richie replied coldly, as he turned to Amber. "That's the point, right Amber?".

"Right Richie. Third Act bloodbath, check! Killers revealed, check! Time for the big finale!" Amber chuckled with delight as she strengthened her grip on Sidney's hair.

Iris couldn't believe this side of Amber was the real Amber she never got to meet. This psychopath killing machine. "You won't get away with this".

"I told you to not get involved baby".

"Don't fucking call me baby you psycho".

Amber chisted her teeth as she motioned to Richie to get a hold on Sam. "Now that's not the way to talk to your girlfriend". She tilted her head. "Let's get them to the kitchen".

"Stand up and walk". Amber turned to Iris as she spoke while she kept her gun pointed at Sidney, motioning for her to walk slowly while keeping a tight grip in her hair.

"Or what? You won't kill me Amber".

"No but I'll kill everyone else in front of you".

Iris slowly started walking towards the kitchen while she felt Amber shouting at Sidney to move. She needed to think of a plan and she needed it now.

"Someone has to save the franchise," Richie began, as he and Sam entered the kitchen, following Iris, Sidney and Amber. The ghostface girl had thrown the older woman to the floor near the end of the cupboard, with Sam on the other side. "The truth is, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one."

Amber roughly grabbed Iris's shoulder and pushed her beside Sidney to keep her in check. She bounced up and down with excitement, her eyes locked into Iris, not liking the way the girl was looking at her.

"Cmon baby don't look at me like that, I'm also doing it for you, I told you". She tried to get closer while holding her knife.

"How the fuck would this be for me? You became the exact person who took my sister away from me".

"This people, they are not good for you, they don't get you like I do". She softly spoke to her as if trying to convince her. "We can become the final girls of this movie, we will be famous and rich, just you and me. No one to hold you back to this fucking city, especially not your stupid mother”.

"Then you should just kill me cause I would never be your final girl". Iris growled under her breath. “Don’t you ever insult my mother again bitch”

Amber slammed her knife into the table with such force that made Iris jumped. "You don't know what you're saying dear". She was shaking with barely contained rage.

"Hey, Amber, you want to go get the very ex-Mrs. Riley?" Richie asked her in order to distract her from her conversation with Iris just as he pointed his knife at Sam.

"Yeah I do" Amber said smiling as she hands him the gun, she was previously pointing at Sidney.

Once Amber left, Iris felt more blood spilling out from her as it seemed the jacket torniquete didn't work anymore. She gripped tightly into the kitchen table and tried to steady herself. Sidney beside her made a move to check on her while trying to take a knife before Richie started shouting.

""Hey! Whoa..whoa." Richie yelled making her step back as he approached her. "Sidney Prescott. You know...I’m a really big fan." Richie said with a grin.

"Go fuck yourself" Sidney scoffed at him.

"You see the last stab movie?" He questioned as if any of them gave a shit about those movies.

"Not really a fan of scary movies." Sidney replied.

"That checks out. Anyway, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really. They just laugh at us, and why? Because we love something? We’re e just a fucking joke to them. How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand that these movies are important to people." He yelled into Sidney's face as he took the opportunity to raise his gun at Iris. He truly hated her ass.

"Cool motive, still murder you fucker".

"Richie..." Sam pleaded from her spot holding into her stomach.

"We're gonna help them! Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. You know, bring it back to basics. Because that's how you make a great stab movie, Sam." Richie now turned his gun to Sam while looking at her with a dark crazy gaze. "Based on actual events".

"I don't know who needs to hear this but no one gives a shit about your stupid movies Richie". Iris shouted in his face.

Amber reappeared with an injured Gale, now forcefully placing her into a seat by the other counter.

"Gale!" Sidney called out to her. Amber now stood in front of the woman mimicking some stabbing motion.

"You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?" Sam's nostrils flared outwards as she snapped at Richie.

"Sweetie, you're not the hero." He said while prolonging eye contact with his girlfriend as he rested his gun underneath Sam's chin. "You're the villain. The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked-up visions of her dead dad? Sidney Prescott killed your father. You did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro".

"You know the biggest problem with stab movies is? There's no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. No bad guys coming back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind? Now that's a fucking villain" Amber intervined smiling excitedly at Sidney as she explained their plan.

"How did you know?" Sam questioned.

"About your father?" Amber laughed loudly. "I mean, it's a small town and your mom's a drunk! I met Richie on the Stab subreddit. I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas."

"Wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto" Richie got close to Sam. "It wasn't that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days."

"Fuck you!" The woman snapped back.

"Well, now you're just quoting the original," Richie chuckled.

"But it wouldn't work with just you, Sam," Amber smiled mischievously, turning to look at Sidney. "See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can't have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee".

While Amber and Richie did their monologue, they seemed to forget about her as they were too excited with their schemes. She had the time to take notice of a knife laying in the table under some red cup.

"Dewey had to die to make it real. To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes! 'Cause anyone can die in a requel". Amber continued talking and Iris silently motioned Sidney to grab the knife as she nodded in acknowledgment. The woman lunged for the knife that was lying on the table, but Amber was too fast and she sunk her knife into Sidney's stomach in a quick motion.

Iris let out a scream and she tried to move forward but Amber grabbed a hold of her hair and pushed her to the floor. Gale fell off her chair as she watched Sidney getting stabbed and Richie was now pointing his gun at Sam once again when he saw her making a move towards the other three women.

"Sit the fuck down!"

"I'm so sorry, Sid". Richie teased as he crouched down to her. "We can't let you live, either. I mean, surviving this many times... that would just be ridiculous. This time the fans are gonna be the ones who win. That about cover it?"

"Nailed it, Richie."

"Get Tara out of the closet. We got to start staging the bodies!"

"If they move kill them, don't wait for me". Amber informed his accomplice before she left the room. "Except for Iris don't touch her".

"If she doesn't cooperate?".

Amber turned her gaze at her. "We'll make her". She winked at the girl and left the room in an excited stride.

The moment Amber left the room, Sam moved to Iris in order to press harder into her wound. She saw the girl looking paler every second they keep wasting and losing her balance. She wasn't going to let her pass out.

"You need to hold on, okay?". Sam whispered, they could both hear Gale words of encouragement towards Sidney.

"We're gonna die, Sam. I'm sorry".

"Don't apologize, you have nothing to do with this".

"Look at Amber, she's insane. I should've known fuck I'm so sorry". Iris silently cried out in fear. "I'm the reason she hurt Tara".

"You really should've listened to Dewey," Richie laughed to himself. "He nailed it in one! Dude, look at the love interests! Are you fucking stupid?" He turned his head at Sam. "I even had you convinced it could be your sister."

"Even you Iris, always thinking you're smarter than everyone else. You didn't even realize you were sleeping with the enemy". He got close to them as he raised his gun at her.

"Amber said you can't kill me".

"No, but I can still hurt you". He kicked her in her side, making her twist in agony. Sam tried to lunge forward at him but he was faster and threatened her with his gun, forcing her to go back to her place.

"Um... She's not here!" Amber's voice called distantly from somewhere in the house. Iris's heart flutter at the thought of Tara being safe.

"The fuck you mean, she's not here?" Richie nervously flickered his gaze.

"I untied her," Sam admitted, enjoying the look on Richie's face. "Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought." Iris started laughing, coughing from the pain in her abdomen, which only made her laugh harder. Maybe she was going insane.

Richie aimed the gun at her but jumped when the telephone next to him rang, its high-pitched tone echoing through the house.

"That's for you". Sam told him.

"Yeah, like your gimpy little sister's gonna make a difference. She's our fucking pincushion at this point." He grew more agitated the more his plan seemed to waver. "Amber! Fan out. She couldn't have gotten far."

"I can't find he..." Amber's voice was abruptly silenced by the sound of her scream. Sam and Iris looked at each other preparing themselves to attack. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the hope that maybe they could survive this or maybe she was just insane but suddenly she didn't feel any pain.

"Amber?" Richie called out to her losing his concentration. Both Sam and Iris took advantage of the distraction, lunging at Richie as he headed toward Amber's cries. Sam pushed his arm upward, firing a bullet into the ceiling as they fought over the gun in his hands.

The three of them fell as Sam slammed Richie's hand into the floor to try to get him to let go of the gun as another bullet was fired. Iris took advantage of the momentum and straddled Richie's hips to punch him over and over again in the face. Richie used his knee to kick her in the stomach to push her off him. Just as he was standing up, Sam bit him in his injured arm, making him scream in agony.

"Go look for Tara, I got him".

Iris rushed as fast as she could to the other room and found Tara hitting Amber with one of her crutches. Amber hit her in her broken leg making Tara fall from the pain and she quickly moved towards her and slammed her head to the wall.

Iris moved and tackled Amber making both of them fall into the floor.

In the dimly lit room, the two of them clashed with fierce intensity. Iris tried to gain the upper hand, her muscles straining as she tried to pin Amber down. The room echoed with the sounds of grunts and thuds as they fought, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Amber put her thumb in her stab wound making Iris weakened her grip on Amber's body. The girl spun them around and now Amber was on top.

"Stop fighting me you bitch".

"Amber you need to stop, you'll die" Iris tried to make her reason.

"Too late to back down now baby, join us please I don't want to hurt you". Amber put her hands around her throat choking her slightly as she tried to overpower Iris.

"So you can go and kill them all? So you can go and kill Tara?".

"God you are choosing her? After everything?". Amber threw a punch to her face, leaving Iris's head spinning in pain. She could taste the metalllic taste of blood in her tongue, she's pretty sure her nose is broken. "I thought taking that stupid letter and writing that text would've been enough to separate you two but it seems I have to kill her for you to stop caring".

"You fucking bitch". Tara was back on her feet, and swinged her crutch at Amber's head again.

Amber yelled out in pain, but she was quick to turn around and grabbed Tara's shoulder throwing her over the couch. Tara's head hit the one of the tables and she felt unconscious.

"Sam! Where you going!?" Richie's voice echoed through the house "Your big scene's coming up!"

Amber took a last look at her and walked back into the kitchen, before being dragged down to the floor by Sidney.

Iris crawled her way back to Tara and once she saw her still breathing, she stood up with the last of her efforts and moved towards the kitchen.

Amber screamed as she slipped, the gun in her hands clattering to the floor as she scurried to her feet and grabbed the knife on the counter aiming at Sidney's head taking the woman by surprise.

Iris in her panicked state did the only thing she could think of. Distraction.

"NO Amber no I love you, don't do it". Iris tried to distract her. Amber lowered her knife and turned to look at her with a hopeful smile mixing with her maniac face.

"You do?".

"NOW". Iris shouted as Sidney lunged forward and made Amber lose her grip in the knife as they sent her towards the kitchen counter.

Sidney grabbed a glass bottle of hand sanitizer from the kitchen countertop, drew her arm back, and smashed it against Amber's face.

"Fucking hand sanitizer?". Amber shrieked, blinded as she frantically clawed at the liquid stinging her eyes. Gale and Sidney seized her, forcefully hurling her over the counter.

"No, no, no, it's not my fault!" Amber yelled, her voice and facial expressions now changing to the Amber she had know for years. It almost hurt her seeing her like this. Almost . "It's not my fault!"

"Let me guess, the movies made you do it?" Sidney rolled her eyes tiredly, this is definitely not the first time she heard this.

"No, it was the message boards! I was radicalised!"

"By movie fans?"

"Yes, they're so mad! Please, it's not my fault, I'm just a dumb kid!" Amber begged, she raised her arms in a pleading manner as she looked at them. "I wanted to be a part of something!"

"You have to believe me Iris, you know me" She continued pleading.

"A part of something?!" Gale shouted, her anger escalating as Amber struggled to pull herself together. "You killed my best friend!"

"Yeah". Amber replied, her psychotic grin making a come back. "And he died like a pussy!"

Gale struck her in the face with a blow, and Amber grabbed her shoulders to threw them both across the room in a fit of rage. She shoved her fist into Gale's gunshot wound, making the older woman cry in pain.

Iris moved to attack, slamming into Amber and clawing at the woman to release her from Gale. She tried to wrap her arms around her neck to try and stop from attacking anyone else.

Amber shrugged Iris off by punching into her thigh and making her stumble into the floor.

Iris let out a muffled cry of pain as she knelt over the ground, the blood pooling out of her again and pressing a hand against the wound on her stomach as Amber turned around to look at Gale on the ground.

"I was the last thing Dewey saw before he died too. I can't believe I get to do you both!" Amber chuckled with delight. "No last-minute saves this time. Your story's over! Time to pass the torch!"

Gale took one look at Iris surprised she was still trying to fight before turning back to Amber and reaching up to press on her shoulders. "It's all yours, bitch!"

She head butted Amber so strongly that it sent her tumbling backwards towards Iris. The girl stuck out her foot in purpose, making the girl trip over it, sending her tumbling into the stove and accidentally switching the gas on in the process, erupting the kitchen stove in flames.

Sidney and Gale both rushed to help the girl stand up and they all walked over to Amber's defeated figure.

"You want to do the honors?" Gale asked Sidney.

Sidney shook her head. "This one's yours."

"No no don't shoot me please". Amber shouted while trying to placate the fire in her body. "Iris baby, aren't you forgetting something?".

A rage washed over the younger girl, remembering the game they used to play to say I love you to each other but now it just didn't hit the same. A cruel smile was plastered on Iris's face as Amber locked eyes with her for the last time. "No, I'm not forgetting anything".

She turned to Gale, who was waiting for her permission. "Kill the bitch".

Gale shot her three times in the chest making her fall backwards and since the girl's body remained covered with hand sanitizer, once she fell face first into the stove, she set herself on fire. With a final thud, Amber collapsed to the floor, leaving the other three people in the room stunned.

"Enjoy that torch". Sidney muttered.

Iris stumbled forward and had to lean on Gale as Sidney rushed to her side once more.

"You need to sit Iris". She tried helping the girl but Iris refused the help.

"I'll sit when Tara and Sam are okay". The other two women looked at each other before they each wrapped an arm around her to help her walk towards the living room. Once she saw Tara slowly waking up, she distangled herself from the women and crouched down to her.

"Thank god you're okay". Iris whispered as she rested her hand on Tara's right cheek.

"How am I still alive?". Tara muttered in confusion.

"God if I knew, I think you might be the fucking terminator". They shared a painful laugh. "Amber's dead".

"I'm sorry".

"I'm not, I hope she rots in hell". Iris saw Amber's gun lying beside Tara and grabbed it without ever thinking. She then helped the girl stand up and the four women made their way towards the sounds of fighting. It seemed like Sam was finishing Richie off.

They found the girl cleaning a knife off with Richie's dead body at her feet.

"Careful, they always come back," Sidney muttered once she saw Sam coated in his blood.

She grabbed the gun from Sidney as she turned to face them, then shot Richie three times in the body, including once in the head just to make sure.

"Well damn".

A moment of stillness fell upon them all, and then the women spun around in response to a high-pitched scream coming from behind them. Amber was running towards them with her face completely burnt with her skin melting off. She charged towards Tara when Iris pulled out the gun she kept hidden and shot her straight in the head, finally silencing the girl forever.

"You were a shitty girlfriend anyway". After she pulled the trigger, she fell unconscious.

The paramedics carefully maneuvered Iris into a stretcher through the narrow corridor.

Iris, who was pale but now conscious, was gently secured and her wounds were now attended.

As she was being rushed into the ambulance, she saw Chad and Mindy in the same situation as her. Chad had a mask of oxygen over his face as he gave her a thumbs up while being loaded up into his ambulance. Mindy's stretcher was placed right beside her and the girl had a huge bandage over his shoulder and some stitches in her forehead. They just stared at each other for a moment before Mindy raised her hand to high-five her. Iris softly laughed while holding her stomach in pain.

"Love you Minds, thank god you're both alive".

"Love you too, Ris" She smiled gently at her. "Though we really need to talk about your terrible taste in women".

Iris gave her the middle finger and said goodbye when she saw her disappear into the ambulance. A few seconds later, she saw Sam and Tara making their towards her. Sam had her stomach wrapped in a bloody bandage while Tara was walking with the help of her crutches. Overall they all looked like shit.

They both were wearing worried expression as they noticed the state she was in. Bandages with blood already pouring, stitches in the forehead, a black eye and a bandaid in the nose.

"Careful guys you both looked like someone died in here". Sam merely gave her an unamused glance as Tara snorted. "In my defense they just gave me five different types of drugs".

"You're an idiot"

"But a hilarious one" Iris winked at Tara while the girl just smiled at her stupidity.

"You're traumatized".

"Is there a difference truly?

Sam went into serious mode and laid a hand on Iris's shoulder out of gratitude. "Thank you Ris for what you did out there, you had our back".

"And you guys had mine, we are a team now".

"I called your mom, she's definitely on her way". Sam added, as Iris widened her eyes in fear.

"Oh god she's going to be so mad".

"Well she did tell you to not get involved".

"You know what's the worst thing though?". Iris sighed in disappointment. "It's not the betrayal, the blood nor the killing".

"It's the fact that my mom will literally never shut up about this like I'll have to hear countless of hours of her telling me "I told you so" because she never liked Amber".

"Admitting you were wrong? Yeah that definitely sounds worse than dying".

"God I know"

Some minutes later, Sam left claiming she needed to talk to the police so she stayed with Tara, who was holding herself with her crutches.

"You know those crutches are an amazing weapon, wouldn't want to cross you".

"I was worried for you". Tara took a deep breath as she ordered her thoughts. "You could've died in there Iris, you shouldn't have jumped at Amber like that".

"She was going to kill you". Iris steeled her expression. "I told you I was going to end whoever tried to hurt you".

"Not if it costs your life". No one was out there to hurt them anymore but Tara's heart ponded with fear at the thought of losing Iris forever.

"Duly noted. I guess next time I'll just let you die."

"You're an idiot". This was the second time someone called her that in less than fifteen minutes. Tara leaned forward slightly towards Iris. "But I don't know what I would do without you".

Iris clasped their hands together. "Then it's a good thing we don't have to find out". She brought Tara's hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. A deep blush raced up Tara's cheeks, she had to turned her head in embarrassment.

They kept their eyes locked together, refusing to take their eyes off each other and after a moment of silence the shorter girl spoke up.

"Your mom is coming... she's fuming". They both turned around to see the woman marching their way wearing an angry expression. "Not even almost dying will save you"

"Jesus". Iris was dead, rip.

"What phrase you want in your grave? I was thinking beloved friend but I kinda would be lying"

"Fuck you carpenter".

[silassinclair]

Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!

Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.

What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.

Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"

Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.

Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.

Have a great day/night ✨

We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader

CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb

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Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.

Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.

Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…

“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”

“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”

“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”

You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.

He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.

He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.

“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”

“Hopefully it isn’t you.”

“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”

Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.

He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.

After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.

“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”

“Okay.”

“…”

Okaay so he fucked up.

The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.

Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!

Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.

So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.

“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”

“So you’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.

You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.

“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”

“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”

The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.

That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.

After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)

“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.

“This-”

He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.

“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”

Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.

You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”

He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.

“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”

But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.

“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.

Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.

“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”

“Yes ma’am.”

I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Finn's relationship with Kassandra

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These two have such a pure, precious relationship

When Kassie was little she used to follow Finn around the village, clinging to his leg, wanting to be carried 🥹💕

He taught her how to ride a horse

HEAD PATS!!!!

Elijah gives her forehead kisses, Finn pats her head

Kassie was extremely pissed when Klaus kept Finn daggered back in 1114. She was ready to throw hands 😤, but Elijah persuaded her out of it

She gave Klaus a whole speech as to why he should undagger their brother, but ofc, Klaus just ignored her

She would repeat this speech every hundred or so years. It never worked

Once Finn finally gets woken up from his 900+ years of sleep he is confused, to say the least.

It was the year 2010 and Finn was shocked but not surprised Klaus kept him in a coffin for so long

He was confused by everything - the way people dressed was drastically different, especially women

The technology really confused him to no end. Electricity in particular or any electrical device really

Kassie was there to help him every step of the way. She showed him how to use something called a mobile phone - he had to give it to the humans, they always were very creative creatures

She and Bekah took him to a place called a barber shop and cut his long hair

Apparently, most men wore their hair short nowadays

He also had a bit of trouble learning the language

They helped him learn modern English - it sounded vastly different from the English he knew

Though in the privacy of their home, Finn would always revert back to Old Norse, their native language

I headcanon that in general, the Originals speak Norse to each other in private

You cannot tell me that once they start fighting they don't revert back to shouting at each other in Old Norse 😭

I also headcanon that Finn is a Libra just like Kassie, both just want peace and quiet and hate conflict

Everyone in the family (and in the fandom) harps on Finn for being boring but Kassie disagrees

She loves his quiet, reserved nature

She is a chatterbox and will talk his ear off but he never stops her. He just smiles and listens even though he understands nothing

Once, they were in a mall, and Obsessed by Mariah Carey was on; the amount of auto-tune did a number on his brain lol.

Kassie had to explain why music nowadays sounded so weird (play one kpop song to him and this man is in the grave 💀)

He much prefers classical music

He once asked her why her eyelids were so shiny.

She had to explain what eyeshadow was. And eyeliner. And fake eyelashes.

He was glad to see she still wore the necklace they got for her 100th birthday.

He loved spending time with Kassie, cause she was the only one who didn't speak badly about his reluctance to murder

She, like him, had a hard time adapting to vampirism, so she gets where he's coming from

She's the only one of his siblings he doesn't hold a grudge against

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Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 5.6k

Includes- One of my favorite fic I've written, Hitman Namjoon, Hit attempt, gunshot wound, Chair sex, cock riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling trying to fall asleep

I need a nap before I go to class or I'm going to be so cranky

I look at my phone at the time

3:30 pm

I've been tossing for an hour

I worked the morning shift today at work

6:00 am to 2:00 pm at the Starbucks by my house

I have class at 6:30 pm tonight

And I need a freaking nap or I'm going to be tired and cranky during class

That can't happen

This is my last semester

I finally graduate in a few months

I can't fuck everything up now

Turning to my side, I close my eyes, listening to the song that always plays in my head

It's a song I was born with like everyone in the world

Only my soulmate and I know it

I can turn it on and off but I usually listen to it while falling asleep

It's weird because the song isn't in English

It's in Korean

But that doesn't mean my soulmate is Korean

My friend Larissa had a Spanish song stuck in her head and her soulmate is a German guy who doesn't know Spanish at all

Mine is a nice song and it's nice to listen to

A love song

I'm almost asleep, drifting, when I hear a door close

I sit straight up in my bed, listening harder

There's no one here with me

My father is an asshole

He's a wealthy business man who is also a drug dealer

He came to Seoul for his business and took me with him

I was thirteen at the time so I had to go

While he was here, he got into trouble with the gangs and drug dealers and had to flee

I refused to go with him

I was nineteen and I didn't have to go with him anywhere

He left me the house and I haven't seen him in five years

I don't have roommates, I don't let people sleep over

I'm always alone here

So there should not be any door closing in this house

I get up from my bed and creep to my door, slowly opening it

I hear someone moving downstairs

Shit, someone is here

Fear spreads in my body

What am I supposed to do?

I run to my closet and grab a baseball bat that my dad left here

I found it two years ago and I just kept it

I keep saying that I'd learn some self defense but I never got around to it

So stupid

I open my door and listen

"Where is she? She better be home", a man's voice says in Korean

I stifle a gasp

This guy is here for me

Is he going to kill me?

He's probably here because of my father

Maybe a debt he didn't pay, someone he crossed and they want to get back at him

Or maybe he pissed someone else off wherever he lives now and they're sending this guy to kill me

How nice of them to assume he cares about me

I hear him walking and fear seizes my heart

What do I do?

Do I go downstairs to try to run for the door?

Do I hide?

Hiding never works in movies

I listen and I think he's in the kitchen

"How many rooms does this place have?"

A lot

It was just me and my dad but he loved living the stupid high life

I'd sell this house but it's under my dad's name and I have no where else to go

No way to contact him

And no money either

He didn't give me any when he left

That's what my job is for- bills and school

If this guy is by the kitchen then he'll probably go into the two bedrooms down there first before coming upstairs

I can make it

I hope

I can't stay up here, it's a dead end

As quietly as I can, I go down the stairs one at a time

The stairs are wood

My dad had the carpet taken away years ago

I hope it doesn't fucking creak

I'm so scared that this guy is going to come around the corner and see me

I'm way too open right now

I'm dead if he sees me

"Fucking hell", I hear him say

Shit

I run the rest of the way down the stairs

I land on the last step

And it creaks

Fuck

I run, turning into the living room and behind the staircase just as a gun goes off and a bullet lands in the wall I was just standing in front of

Yeah he's here to kill me

"Just come out. I'm going to get pissed off if I have to chase you everywhere"

Not a chance in hell

I'm so scared and I have to force myself to stop shaking

I need to get the fuck out of here

I'm so far from the front door

And he's in-between me and it

"Joanne. Come out!"

Fuck he knows my name

Of course he does

"Go away!", I yell, "I don't know you!"

"You don't need to know me. You just need to face what is going to eventually happen. I will kill you"

"Why? I didn't do anything!"

I inch closer to the opposite side of the staircase, away from where his voice is coming

I can get to the hall and then to the kitchen

Maybe grab a knife

It's no match for a gun though

I keep moving, almost to the hallway

"There you are", he says

A bang goes off and pain explodes in the back of my arm

"Fuck!", I scream and move to the middle of the back of the staircase

I grab my arm, blood seeping through my fingers

He shot the back of my upper arm

It hurts so fucking much and my eyes begin to tear

I can't believe this

How did my life get so fucked up so quickly?

I hear him moving on the right and I move to the left

I hear him slowly getting closer

He starts to hum

Seriously?

Is this like a game for him?

Fucking asshole

I'm trying to think of what to do when I hear what he's humming

Of fucking course

He's humming my song

The one that's always in my head

He's my fucking soulmate

And he's trying to kill me

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Namjoon POV

I thought this job was going to be easy

The picture of the girl I was hired to kill made her look like an easy target

She's gorgeous but she has to die

I'm getting paid good money for this

But she's smarter than I thought, staying behind the staircase

I know if I go one way, she'll just go the opposite

So I decided to shoot to wound her

I got her in the back of her arm

That's going to hurt like hell and bleed

I can follow her blood trail wherever she goes in the house

I'm getting pissed off so I start humming the dumb song that's always in my head to calm me down

The song I was born with that my soulmate is supposed to know

They're supposed to be the only one who knows it

Me and them

That's how we find each other

What a crock of shit

All I know is this song can get annoying

It's always there, in the back of everything

I've heard of people learning to control it, but I never did

And to top it off, it's a stupid love song

But I hum it as I slowly walk in the hallway towards the back of the stairs

Then I hear, "nega nal bulleoss-eul ttae naneun neoui kkoch-eulo"

And I stop in my tracks

She's singing

"neomankeum nado manh-i museowo. When you see me, when you touch me"

No

This isn't happening

It can't

"Cause you love me and I love you"

She's singing the song

The song in my head

That no one but one person can know

"Love me now, touch me now. Just let me love you"

She's my soulmate

And I'm hired to kill her

I slowly walk to the back of the stairs, listening to her

"Ijen gyeote wajwo, Uriga doeeojwo.

I don't wanna let go no"

I'm about to turn, to her and I stop

Do I want to do this?

Do I want to see her?

Because once I do, I know I can't kill her

She's mine and I'm hers

I won't kill her and I'll do everything to protect her

"Tteolji malgo nae soneul jaba"

I make the decision and walk to her

She's sitting with her legs to her chest and her head down

She slowly looks up at me, tears on her face

And I fall in love instantly

"Just do it quick ok?", she asks

Hearing that is a knife to my heart

I can't do this

I can't kill her, I could never hurt her

I will kill anyone who tries to hurt her

"I...I....can't", I whisper

"Www....what?"

I kneel down to her and look in her eyes

Her beautiful dark brown eyes

"I..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know who you were. I'm sorry I hurt you"

"I...what?", she asks confused

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I can fix it. It's a flesh wound. You'll be ok. I know how to fix it. Or I can take you to a hospital. I'm sorry. Please. Please forgive me", I plead

She looks at me and I hope she can see how sorry I am

She looks so confused but that expression goes away as she keeps looking at me

"Yeah ok. I forgive you", she answers hesitantly, biting her lip

"Come on. I can take you to a hospital"

"I thought you said you can fix it?", she asks

"I uh, I can but I don't know if you'd want me to. If you'd want to come to my apartment where I have everything"

She's quiet for a minute

I'm so stupid

I almost killed her

I never thought I'd find her and when I did I almost killed her

"I'll go with you. To your apartment. So you can fix it", she answers

I nod, "Ok"

"I uh, I need to get shoes and stuff. I'll be back"

"Use a towel to stop the blood for now", I suggest

She nods and I hear her go upstairs

Great job Namjoon

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"This is going to hurt", I tell her

"Just do it", she answers

I just finished pulling the bullet out of her arm, then I cleaned and disinfected her wound

It killed me to hear her scream into a towel I gave her when I poured alcohol on it

Now I'm holding her skin together, carefully sliding the needle in her skin to start stitching the wound closed

She screams into the towel again, tears running down her face

I hate hurting her

I always swore that if I ever found my soulmate I'd protect them

Instead I'm the reason she's hurt.

She sobs harder the more I keep going but she doesn't move her arm

I finish as fast as I can but I make sure to do a good job

When I finish, I put some ointment on it, a bandage over it, then wrap a longer bandage around her arm to keep everything in place

We sit in silence as she breathes heavily and stops crying

When she lifts her head, I move in front of her

"I'm sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise. I promise I'll always protect you"

She looks at me and she nods

"Who are you?"

Wow I'm dumb

She doesn't even know my name

"Kim, Namjoon"

"Namjoon", she repeats, "You already know my name"

I nod, "Joanne. Joanne Russo"

"I guess you were trying to kill me because of my father?"

I nod

"Of course", she sighs, "What'd he do now?"

"I uh don't know. I'm just given a target and told to eliminate it"

She just stares at me

"You were going to kill me and you don't even know why?"

"I'm not required to know. That's not part of my job"

"You're job", she repeats, "What is your job? Are you like an assassin or something? Because let me tell you, I heard you walking around from my bedroom. You suck at being quiet"

Yeah I know I'm loud but at that point I don't care

They're going to die either way

"I'm not an assassin"

She raises her eyebrow, "Then what?"

"Hitman"

She rolls her eyes, "Oh my god it's the same thing!"

"No, not true.", I shake my head, "Assassin's may not get paid for killing someone. They also kill important people like politicians, kings, presidents, people like that. I kill regular people and I get paid for it"

"Fine whatever there's a difference. Happy?", she snaps

I like her already

I like how sassy she is

"Yeah", I answer

She glares at me, but tries to stop the smile that's trying to come on her face

And I just realized I really want to see her smile

I know it's going to be gorgeous

"So what, you work alone? Pick who you want to kill?"

I shake my head

"No. I'm part of an organization that hires out hitmen, thugs and gang members. I'm one of six hitmen. We're higher up than the thugs and gangbangers. I'm the best hitman. Fast, efficient, always complete the job. Until today"

"Yeah thanks. If you didn't hum the song then I'd be dead right now"

She's not wrong

That though makes me sick

"So you were picked for the job?"

I don't want to tell her this but I'm not going to lie to her

"No. I picked the job"

Her gaze snaps to mine, "Seriously?"

I nod, "I was called by my boss and he had a job for all six of us. As the best, I got to pick first. You looked like an easy kill that was worth a lot of money."

"Gee thanks"

"Yeah well you weren't. From the look of your pictures I just assumed you were another dumb girl. But you managed to stay away from me for a good amount of time. Some men I killed didn't even last as long as you did"

She glares at me, "Again, gee thanks"

"I'm-"

"I already know, you're sorry", she sighs, "Now what? You're boss is expecting you to kill me."

I run my hand in my hair, standing and pacing

"I don't know. I don't think this has ever happened. The other six hitmen already have their soulmates. They found them before they were hired. I have to talk to Seokjin. Maybe he can overlook this because of who you are to me."

"Is that your boss?"

I nod

"And if he says you have to kill me?"

"I'll tell him I will but then I'm taking you and we're leaving. I have enough of money to take us far away."

"Hey! I have a life here!", she protests, "I'm almost finished with college. I graduate in a few months!'

I stare at her

I didn't think of that

I didn't consider her life here

I just told her I'd take her away from everything she knows without consulting her

"I...I don't know what else to do. I won't let anyone take you away from me. I...I can't"

"You don't know me"

"That doesn't matter! You're my soulmate. I can't let anything happen to you!", I exclaim

I don't know how to tell her how I feel

It's just as soon as I saw her in person, hearing her sing, I felt something inside me

Like I woke up

And I have feelings for her

I'm in love

I want her to be mine

I don't want to ever be without her

Is this how the guys felt when they found their soulmate?

Is this how everyone feels?

"Why? Why can't you let anything happen to me? You were ready to kill me", she argues

"Because I didn't know who you were! But the second I heard you sing our song, the second I saw you....", I stop

I don't know how to explain this

"It's like you woke up. Like you were asleep to everything before that second.", she says softly

I look at her in shock

She felt that too?

I nod

"And feelings you didn't know you had, didn't know you could ever have for someone hit you in the chest?", I say

She nods, "And when you look at the person, you know you'll do anything to protect them. Do anything for them."

She knows what I feel

She knows I'll do anything for her

I nod, going to sit in front of her

She looks at me in my eyes, "And you know this feeling you feel for that person will turn to love. If it's not already"

"Yeah. It already is", I agree

"It is", she confirms

I pull her to me, my lips on hers in less than a second

And fireworks go off

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J POV

Namjoon kisses me and stars burst in my vision

I never felt this way from a kiss before

I never felt this way for anyone before

I never believed in that love at first sight bullshit but....

I love him

It's insane

How can I love him?

How?

He came to kill me, he tried to kill me

And I love him completely

I'd do anything for him

And I know I'd leave with him if I have to

Not only because I love him but because it makes sense

I have a hit out on me

If he's not going to kill me, maybe someone else will

I can't stay here

And I want to be with him

I know he will protect me

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding in my mouth and pulling me on his lap

His arms go around me, holding me tightly as my arms wrap his neck, my hands in his blond hair

His hands run up and down my body, sending shives through me

When he gets to the hem of my shirt, his hands slip under it and he touches my skin

Electricity heats every nerve at his touch

I want him and I decide to go for it

Pulling his shirt up, he moves his arms so I can take it off

He's fucking hot

Broad shoulders and chest with muscles in his chest and stomach

And his arms, fuck his arms

He's beautiful

When I saw him for the first time, I almost couldn't breathe

From fear and from how beautiful his face is

And I thought that at least my murderer is gorgeous

When I touch his chest, he trembles under my fingers

I love that

He tugs at my shirt and I lift my arms

He pulls it off and sucks in a breath

What?

I look at him and he's staring at me like I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen

Me?

No way is he looking at me like that

"You're perfect", he whispers

My eyes shoot open wide

"You are Joanne. To me you are"

I'm still shocked but I get it

He's perfect to me

"You're the only one that matters", I answer

He smiles and holy shit it's gorgeous

Those fucking dimples are to die for

"What?", he asks

"You're smile....I've never seen a smile as beautiful as yours"

I see redness form on his cheeks

He's blushing and it's fucking adorable

I lean in and kiss him, tongue in his mouth

He moans and holds me against him, his hands undoing my bra

Pulling it off he tosses it somewhere

I move off him, undoing his belt and jeans

He lifts himself from the chair so I can pull his pants and boxers down

He kicks off his shoes and clothes

Christ his cock is huge

And he's so fucking hard

How is that going to fit?

He pulls me to him, kissing and sucking on my stomach as his hands pull my shorts and panties down

I'm already so wet and so excited

Taking my shoes off, I step out of my clothes, his hands pulling me back in his lap, straddling him

He's right there and pulls me down on him

It hard to get him in because he's so big and I'm kind small

"Please.", he pleads, "Please baby let me in"

"Push Namjoon. You won't hurt me", I answer, then start kissing his neck

His hands grip my hips and he pushes me down harder on his cock as he pushes up into me

I feel his cock open me up, feeling so good

When he slides all the way in, my body shivers uncontrollably

"Oh my god", he whimpers

Kissing his lips, I start moving, riding him slowly

"Fucking hell. You feel so fucking good", he murmurs between kisses

I know what he means

He feels fucking amazing

Moving faster, I bounce on him harder, making him moan loudly

God that's so sexy

I'm making him moan like that

I can't believe it

He pulls me closer to him, his arm around my waist and he slides his other hand up my back, tangling in my hair

Fuck, I love being in his arms

"You're so wet.", he says, then kisses me, "So tight. So perfect for me"

"You're perfect for me too", I reply, kissing him again, pleasure making me tremble

I slam myself on him faster and faster

"Yes fuck yes", he groans

I'm right there and the next slam makes me cum

"NAMJOON oh my god, oh my god", I yell, pleasure blasting in my body

"Holy shit. It feels so good. You feel so good", he yells, holding me tightly while I cum

When I finish, he moves me up and down his cock, pleasure hitting me quickly again

"Again baby girl. I need you to cum for me again"

"Yes!", I moan

God, his cock is hitting all the right places because he's so fucking big

I can't take it

"Namjoon oh my god, you feel so good, I...I..can't...", I shout

"Yeah baby? I'm making you feel good?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes Namjoon, yes. Your cock...fuck..is so fucking huge, I feel everything. Every fucking move you make. God it feels so fucking good!"

I fucking love it

It's easily the best sex I've ever had

"Good baby. It's all for you baby. Only you", he moans

"More Namjoon, more"

"Anything you want baby", he agrees

He starts thrusting up, hitting my spot which makes me scream

"There baby? That's where you want it?"

I nod, "Yes Namjoon. Please yes"

He starts slamming harder, pounding into me, the pleasure shutting my brain off

I tighten on his cock, clenching him over and over

"My girl want to cum?", he smirks

Jesus Christ, he's fucking sexy

"Hmm baby?", he asks again

"Yes Namjoon. I want to cum. I want to cum. Please make me cum!", I plead

"Always baby"

He slams hard right into my spot and the pleasure blinds me as I orgasm, screaming his name loudly

"NAMJOON, NAMJOON!"

"Fuck baby, I love how it feels when you cum. So fucking good"

Oh god, he's so fucking hot

He keeps moving, fucking me through my orgasm

Which only makes me cum again right after the other one ends

Oh my god I've never felt this pleasure before

"Scream my name baby"

"NAMJOON! Oh fuck, NAMJOON", I scream, my body arching into his, his arm holding me against house body

"Want another one baby?"

"Yes fuck yes yes"

God yes I want another one

So much

His slamming brings another orgasms almost immediately

I just scream incoherently

I can't think, I can't talk

I can only feel

"Mmmm yeah baby's shaking. It's that good baby?"

I nod, "Oh fuck yes. The best"

"Baby's gonna make me cum."

I want him to

I want him to so much

"Cum Namjoon, I want you to", I moan

He nods, pounding a few more times

"Fuck JOANNE, baby, JOANNE!", he screams as he cums

I can actually feel him cum and I'm surprised at how good he feels

When he finishes he relaxes leaning back in the chair and laying me on him

I put my head on his shoulder, breathing hard, just staying in his arms

My new favorite place to be

He plays with my hair, holding me to his chest

"I'm never leaving you", he whispers

"Good. I'm never leaving you either"

I feel him kiss my forehead and I hold onto him tighter

🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨

Namjoon POV

"She's you're what?", Seokjin questions

"My soulmate"

"You're kidding me"

I shake my head

"I almost killed her. I started humming the song, my- our song and..and she started singing it"

"Holy shit!", Jimin exclaims

"That blows", Jungkook says

Don't I know it

"And you didn't kill her?", Jin asks

How can he ask me that?

He wouldn't kill Ara

He protects her with his life

Why should I do anything different?

I shake my head, "I couldn't. When I saw her....I couldn't"

Jin nods

"What...what does this mean? What happens now?", I ask afraid

I'm ready to run

I already talked to Joanne

I took her back to her house and helped her get whatever she wanted and needed

She knows she can't ever go back to live there anymore

I promised to buy her whatever she wanted or needed that she couldn't take

She told me she didn't need anything but me and that made me so fucking happy

I feel the exact same way about her and I made sure she knows it

We packed her whole life into two suitcases

I packed mine into one

We closed out our bank accounts and opened one together putting all our money there, so no one knows where it is

Then I got a hotel room for us and that's where she is now

We can't stay at my apartment either

And there was no way in hell I'm bring her here

Just in case

These people are my friends but money is money

"Well I'd say that one of the guys would kill her but she's your soulmate. Soulmates are off limits. To us anyway."

"They are?", I ask, relief flooding my body

"In this organization they are. Doesn't matter if they're targets or not. She's safe from every member of this organization. As for the others I don't know. I would tell them the job is done but-"

"They require a body", I finish

"What if we set it up?", Hobi asks

"What?", Jin questions

"We just do another job with a girl who looks like his soulmate. Mess up her face bad so she unrecognizable. Then pass her off as his soulmate."

That sounds like it could work

Jin nods, "I have doctors and cops who I can call who can fake whatever records or forms that are required."

I'm getting hopeful

Jin looks at me, "You'd have to leave Seoul, possibly Korea with her though. She can't be seen here or they will know she's alive. The men who ordered the hit do not know which hitman I sent for the job, so they don't know you work here. You can leave with no ties to us. And be with her wherever you two choose"

I nod

That works

I have no problem leaving

I have nothing here anyway

No family, nothing I'm attached to

Just her

"Is that good for you?", Jin asks

"Yes. Thank you", I reply

"Yeah well good luck.", Jin says, "We'll start the plan now."

He tosses a picture with an envelope to Tae

"Take her out. Make her unrecognizable"

Tae nods

"Thank you", I tell them

"See ya Namjoon.", Hobi waves

"Gonna miss you", Tae adds

"Good luck", Jungkook chimes in

I wave bye to the guys and leave

Opening the door to the hotel room I hear her call me

"Joonie?"

"Yeah baby, it's me"

"Joonie", she calls running to me

I pick her up and hold her to me tightly

She small and I love how perfectly she fits in my arms

"Is everything ok?", I ask

"Yeah, I just missed you", she answers, cuddling into my neck, arms and legs around me

That puts a smile on my face

"I missed you too"

I did

I felt uneasy without her next to me

Probably because of this whole situation

Putting her on the bed, she lays down on her back and I lay next to her, propping my head in my hand

"What happened?", she asks

I explain to her what Jin said and the plan the guys came up with

"Huh so soulmates are off limits? Who knew?"

"Not me", I answer

I really had no clue

"So does that sound ok to you? Leaving Korea?"

"Yeah baby", she nods

I love her calling me that

That and Joonie

No one has called me Joonie since I was a kid

"But are you ok with it? You've lived here your whole life"

Leaning down, I kiss her lips, then softly touch the side of her face

"As long as I'm with you I'm good being anywhere"

She nods, smiling

God her smile is stunning

I love seeing it and I love when she directs it at me

"That's funny Joonie, I was going to say the same thing"

A smile bursts on my face, "Yeah?"

"Yeah Joonie. I'll follow you anywhere. I'm happy as long as I'm with you"

I'm so happy she's mine

Some soulmates take time to fall in love it, to accept it but she embraced it right away

Like I did

"You're smile is so beautiful Joonie. I love everything about it", she whispers, touching my dimples

"So is yours baby. I love looking at your smile", I answer

She puts her arm around my neck and pulls me down to her, her lips on mine in a kiss

I kiss her back with everything in me

Her hands slide in my hair, pressing her body to mine as she kisses me

I run my hands all over her, touching her every where

Hooking my fingers in her pants and panties, I pull them down

Her hands move to my jeans, undoing everything and pulling my jeans and boxers down

I'm so excited to be with her again

The first time...fuck the first time was the best sex I ever had in my life

I'm always going to want her

All the time

I move on top of her and she opens her legs for me

She's already soaking wet as I push hard to get in

When I slide inside, her body trembles and she moans softly

I love her reaction to me

It shows how much she wants me

Moving slowly, I gently thrust in and out, pleasure pouring over me

"Joonie", she cries

Fuck, I love hearing her say my name

She pulls my shirt up and I help her take it off

Taking her shirt off too, I lift her a little from the bed and undo her bra, tossing it behind me

He arms go around my neck pulling me to her

She kisses me again and I'm in heaven

"Baby", she whispers, then kisses me again

I kiss down her neck and along her shoulder

"Baby, my baby", I repeat as I kiss her and she moans

As I thrust in, she moves her hips to meet me

I go in deeper and hit her spot, causing her to gasp and shudder against me

The way she and her body responds to me blows my mind

No other girl has responded like she does

As we move together, she kisses me and calls my name, "Namjoon.."

"Mmm baby", I answer

"I love you Namjoon", she tells me

I look up at her to see her already looking at me, her eyes full of love

For me

It's the first time she told me she loves me

And I'm over the moon

"I love you Joanne. More than anything", I answer

She smiles her gorgeous smile at me and I melt

Kissing her, we keep moving together, clinging to each other

"I love you", she says again, then kisses me

"I love you", I tell her, my lips back on hers

I feel her getting ready and I want it so much

She moans as her orgasm starts, blasting pleasure all over me that I cum with her

We keep kissing and saying "I love you", through our orgasms

"I love you", she whimpers

"I love you", I moan

I never came this way, kissing and telling someone I love them while she tells me she loves me

It's my favorite way to orgasm now

I can feel her love for me and I hope she can feel mine

When we finish, I pull out, laying next to her again

She takes my hand, intertwining our fingers, then bringing our hands up and kissing the back of mine

"I love you so much, Namjoon", she say, looking at me

I can't help but smile at her

"I love you more than anything Joanne. You're my everything"

She smiles, lifting her head

I lean down and catch her lips in a soft kiss

We both lay down and she immediately comes into my arms, snuggling close to me

I wrap my arms around her, getting her as close to me as she can get.

We have to move tomorrow, pick somewhere to go and possibly hide for a long time

And I know that as long as I have her, everything is going to be ok

But that's tomorrow

For tonight, I lay with my soulmate, my love and fall asleep

[sammyhasspammy]

My BroZone Human Designs (+ Some Explanations!)

My post with my human AU!

Their father was black while their mom was Hispanic. Obviously, Floyd ended up being the lightest of them and takes after their mom the most

They all know varying degrees of Spanish

Though they would change up their hairstyles sometimes during the performance, JD insisted they look as similar as they could since fans liked it, so they had "iconic" styles for the group. Those with 4c hair had high tops while Bruce and Floyd took this half-part style

Age: 41

Languages: Fluent in English and Spanish

He ended up becoming the shortest of his brothers and it bothers him every day

You can hear his flip-flops flopping from a mile away and it drives Branch crazy

I think his hair got darker cause he tried to dye his hair after he found a few white hairs and ended up going too dark with it, but he kept it

Kept his high-top for sentimental reasons

Looks the most like their dad

OCD haver #1

Age: 39

Languages: Fluent in English and Spanish, learning Portuguese (Brandy is Brazilian to me <3)

Hairy chest cause brandy likes it

Teaching all his kids Spanish he is not letting them forget their heritage

Usually was the one helping their grandma in the kitchen after their parents' death but was also interested in it before. Most of the recipes he makes now are still ones that are from his childhood

Also master mixologist... for trolls sized drinks. He tried to make drinks for island goers before, but turns out that making a drink that is basically twice your size is hard and inefficient, so he taught Brandy how to make them!

Age 36

Languages: Fluent in English and Spanish. Learned French and Chinese as a hobby

Spoke to Viva in Spanish a LOT, especially during rough times when she was stressed and would start just rambling in Spanish. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be so fluent

When they were younger, people thought he was younger than Floyd because he was so tiny, but then he became the tallest

His hair got stained green while at the gold course, but once they left it he kept dying it green

Age: 33

Languages: Fluent in English and Korean (Don't... don't ask), knows some Hindi, knows VERY little Spanish

JD was devastated to hear that Floyd had forgotten 90% of his Spanish

He had spent a few years with the rock trolls and was best friends with Barb for a while, that's where he learned Hindi (I headcanon her as Indian). When she was a teenager she also gave him an awful stick-and-poke on his back, not even Floyds brothers know about it

Went gray for a while in between leaving Brozone and joining the punk trolls, but I don't have a theory as to why yet

When they were younger, Floyd would straighten his hair in order to look more like Bruce in order for them to match. Bruce hated this but couldn't stop Floyd from doing it. Floyd is embarrassed by how poorly he straightened it before.

Very nice and/or low-tempered to most people, but he is ruthless when it comes to JD. Branch has heard Floyd yell the worst insults known to man to JD after being picked on by him, but it's their little way of communicating with each other and is, usually, affectionate. It's a cycle at this point. JD makes fun of Floyd, Floyd gets "pissed," then JD does it again cause he thinks it's funny

Age: 21

Languages: Fluent in English, knows very little Korean and the most basic Spanish ever

JD was also devastated to hear about Branch not speaking Spanish

Doesn't remember shit about their parents. Every time his brothers reminisce on them he just stands there, confused

Also kept his high top for sentimental reasons, but after TBT he started experimenting a bit more

OCD haver #2

Extra Branch one (With banter, check ID for the banter in text if it's hard to read)

[futturmanspookie]

"You Belong With Me"

Summary – You and Clapton are best friends, and you are totally in love with him, but he dates Ione. Pairings – Clapton DavisX Male!Reader Tags – fluff, cheesy end, oneshot, mlm, a bit of cheating(not on you tho), friends to lovers. Words – 2,9K

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song

You're lied on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Creep by Radiohead playing loudly on your headphones, you wonder if Ione even knows what Radiohead is...

It pisses you off... How Clapton liked her and not you, what's so interesting about Ione anyway? She's just another blonde, pretty cheerleader... It's not like she was any special!

But Clapton still seemed to like her, of course, a guy like Clapton Davis would never be gay... And would never go out with a guy like you.

But Clapton still seemed to like her, of course, a guy like Clapton Davis would never be gay... And would never go out with a guy like you.

You look over your window, seeing Clapton. Besides childhood best friends, you two were also window neighbors.

You see him by the desk, looking down at his notebook as tried to learn something. He told you last week that Principal Verge scolded him about his terrible grades.

He looks so cute when he's distracted... You can't help but staring.

Clapton notice you're staring and looks up, a sly smirk appearing on his lips, what made you blush and look away. Your phone buzzed, it was him.

Staring, huh?

You feel your stomach flipping and your cheeks tingling... He certainly knew the effect he had on you.

Maybe

You answered smiling at the screen and taking a glare at the window, just to see Clapton sitting on his chair with a wide grin on his face as looked at his phone.

Ur gay as fuck

Shut up

Never

You chuckle a bit, biting your lower lip as rolled on the bed, lying on your stomach and kicking your feet.

I can see u all happy through ur window

Stalker

He chuckled at that and looked up at the window, just to see you smiling and looking at him too.

You look cute like this

That made your cheeks flush more and you shook your head.

Fuck you

I love ya too babe :3

I'll ignore you.

Nooooo!!!!

Shhhh!

You turned of your phone, burying your face on the pillow and giggling, kicking your feet hysterically.

You were sure Clapton was seeing but you didn't cared, he surely already knew how much effect his words have over you.

Your phone buzzes a few times and you grabs it, seeing a ton of messages from Clapton.

Hey Heyyyy Y/nnn Buddyyyyy Bud Budddd

As soon as they were read, Clapton started texting again.

Can u come over? Need help with English Please?

You absolutely can't resist him, you smile at the messages and soon answer.

Sure, i'll be here in less than a minute

You texted and turned off your phone, shoving it in your pocket and looking around your room for your snickers.

...

Thirty minutes of trying to teach something to Clapton, nothing. Everything you said just got into his hollow head by one ear and slipped out by the other.

Every time you tried to explain something he just talked about how pretty you looked while explaining and how soft your hair looked today... He always wanted to get a reaction out of you.

"Clapton, i'm serious." You mumbled, rolling your eyes and smirking a bit.

"I know, and you look beautiful when you're serious." He answered, chuckling and holding your chin.

You chuckled and bit your lower lip, drumming the pen against the desk anxiously...

Clapton's phone started ringing.

"Oh, it's Ione." He said, grabbing it and looking at the call identifier.

He quickly answer the call and you can hear Ione yelling through the line.

"What the fuck, Clapton? You were hanging out with Y/n yesterday? I thought you would go out with me!" She snapped angrily, she didn't supported the fact Clapton had friends besides her.

"Calm down, babe-" He said, rolling his eyes and huffing. You hated hearing him calling her that, you were the one supposed to be his "babe", not Ione.

"Calm down? You're a terrible boyfriend!" Ione yelled, hanging up on Clapton.

"Shit." He mumbled, closing his eyes and leaving the phone over the desk as pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Why does it even matter? She's always like this..." You said, crossing your arms and sighing.

"She's still my girlfriend, Y/n." Clapton said, huffing and supporting his elbows on the desk. "I still get frustrated when she's upset at me."

Girlfriend, ouch... It's not like you didn't knew the truth, that they dated, but it still hurts hearing him calling Ione that.

You just sigh and tries to focus back on the lesson, but you both noticed how uncomfortable the silence felt now.

"You don't like Ione, do you?" He asked, leaning back against his chair and covering his face with his hands.

"Not even a bit." You mumbled as noted something down on Clapton's notebook.

"Yeah i know." He answered, sighing.

You wished Ione never had called, so Clapton would keep jokingly flirting with you, and you could have at least a bit of hope on you two.

...

After an hour, you go back to your house. You both managed to make things less strange between each other, but still wasn't the same as the start of the night.

As soon as you flop down on your bed, you receive a text from Clapton.

Sorry :(

You smiled a bit at the screen, quickly texting him back.

It's okay :,)

No it's not

Dw Clapton

Yes, i will

Go sleep you jerk

Not if you keep mad at me

I'm not mad at you

Yes you are! I know you, Y/n, goddammit!

Stop being paranoid and go to sleep

>:^

You smile at the message, turning your phone off and looking at the window. Clapton was sitting on the bed, his expressing looking exactly like the emoticon he just sent.

He texts you again.

Y/n I don't want things strange between us

Things aren't strange, Clappy :)

You saw a smile appearing his face as you used the nickname.

U promise?

Pinky promise.

Okay, i may trust you now.

You chuckled and rolled on the bed, lying on your side.

Goodnight

Goodnight pookie bear >:3

You cheeks tingled with a sly blush, you looked at his window again, just to watch him closing the curtains and turning off the lights.

After some minutes, you got up and did the same.

...

Next morning, you met Clapton at the bus stop and hugged him like every day.

"How did you slept?" You asked, your arms wrapped around his torso and your head lied on his shoulder.

"Great..." He said in a soft tone, rubbing your back with one hand and caressing your hair with another.

You smiled sweetly and hugged him for a few more minutes, mumbling some rhetorical questions to each other before pulling away.

"Is this the shirt i gave you last Christmas?" You asked, staring at Clapton's Oasis shirt.

"Yeah, you liked my fit?" He asked in a cocky tone as pulled the hem of his shirt down and tilted his head to the side.

"You look stunningly-" You said, chuckling and looking down at Clapton's clothes. He always looked stunningly, you thought.

The bus arrived after a few more minutes, and you two sat beside each other as always. Clapton always lets you sit by the window, he knew how much you liked to watch the streets during the way.

You loved watching the suburban landscape, yeah, but you loved watching Clapton even more. The way he always looked calm, and that little smile he always had stamped on his lips, the lips you wished kissing so much times...

He noticed when you stole glances at him, but he never said nothing, he thought it was better to let you think you were good at hiding it. And to be honest, he liked the way your eyes shined when you looked at him.

The day went by normally, during Arts class, Clapton started texting you.

Hey

What?

I wanna see you :(

I'm on arts now

I know, im on math

It sucks

Yeah... Can we hang out on the skate park after school?

I thought you would go to the arcade with Sander

Im not going anymore

Ur terrible

I know >:3

Meet ya in front of school at 3

Sup!

You turn off your phone an goes back to your painting, it ends up looking a bit too much like Clapton... You knew it wasn't a good idea memorizing his features.

At three you go out the school like all the other students. You Clapton leaned against Ione's car, talking to her.

You walks behind him and wraps your arms around his neck, messing his hair and kissing his cheek.

"Hey Clappy!" You said, smirking. Clapton chuckles and holds your arm.

"Hey..." He said, smiling.

Ione, by the other side, was frowning and giving you a death glare.

"Want a ride, Babe?" She asked, looking at Clapton.

He gets a bit uncomfortable and shifts in his place.

"I can't, i'm going to hang out with Y/n." He said, shrugging and scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh." Ione answered, frowning her nose. "Alright." She said, shrugging and looking away in anger.

Ione was nice, it's just... She was jealous, and she wasn't the type of girl for Clapton... Innit?

You two walk the half of the way in silence, and then Clapton smiles a bit and looks at you.

"Want a skateboard ride?" He asked, raising the skateboard that was under his shoulder.

"How you plan on giving me a "skateboard" ride?" You asked, chuckling.

He smirked and dropped the skateboard on the floor, lifting you up and positioning you over the skateboard.

"Like this-" He said, holding on your waist and putting his right foot over the board, using the other one to impulse the skateboard to move.

You blush a bit and chuckles, enjoying the feeling of Clapton close to you.

"Why do you always want to hang out, by the way?" You ask, looking forward as you both skateboard towards the park.

"I don't know." He mumbled, shrugging and supporting his chin on your shoulder. "I enjoy your company." He said, smiling a bit.

You smile sweetly, looking to the ground and then up again, thinking about you and Clapton. There was clearly more than just friendship there... There was something, a feeling that Clapton clearly didn't seemed to have with any girl.

You two had a bound... A thing. It was hard to understand, what you two were was complicated to identify.

Mates? Best Friends? Neighbors? Lovers?

All that you know, is that you liked it... You liked how Clapton made you feel, you liked how he touched and talked to you. You knew you were special to him, and you were special to him too...

Clapton nuzzled against your neck, sniffing on your scent. God, he loved how you smelled...

"Stop sniffing on me like a damn dog-" You mumbled, blushing and smiling.

"You smell so good..." He mumbled, rubbing his hands on your sides.

"Thanks." You mumbled, chuckling a bit and running one of your hands through your hair.

You two keep skateboarding for some time, until you arrived the park and Clapton wanted to show you some "radical" tricks.

He fell some times, what made you laugh of him – But also run to help him every time.

"Damn..." He gritted through his teeth as you cleaned the fresh scrape he made as tried to realize an Heelflip.

"You're unbelievable, Clapton." You said, blowing on the scrape softly.

He hissed in pain, holding on your wrist and squeezing it. "Ouch!" He said, sighing.

You chuckled a bit and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on the wound. "It'll get better." You mumble, smiling at him.

He blushes a bit and chuckles, letting go of your wrist. Some drops of water falling from the sky.

"Let's go, It's pouring." You said getting up quickly and pulling Clapton up with you.

As you two run to find a cover, the rain gets worse and you two end up soaked. After some time you finally found a cover on the facade of an shop.

You lean against the wall, sighing as tried to recover from the run.

"Damn... Im soaked." You mumbled, and then looked at Clapton.

You blushes and looks away as he leans on the wall next to you, dropping the skateboard on the floor and looking at you.

"I guess we'll have to wait..." He mumbled, his arm softly touching yours as your thoughts slowly started to get back to normal.

You look down at your hands, the pinkies touching. You slowly interlace your hands, and Clapton doesn't fight it, quite the opposite, he squeezes your hand back.

"Clapton..." You called, looking down at your feet.

"Hm?" He asked.

"Why do you date Ione?" You ask, looking up at him.

"Well, because hm... Because i like her..." Clapton answered, shrugging and looking away.

"If you liked her you wouldn't had hesitated." You said, kicking the ground as your gaze moved back to the floor.

The silence fell between you two, not an uncomfortable or nice silence, just silence...

"You belong with me, Clapton." You mumbled, looking up at him again.

His eyes met yours, and as an kind of spell, he moves in and kisses your lips.

You kiss him back, without thinking twice. His hands slide down your waist, gripping it tightly as his tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for entrance.

You part your lips, allowing your tongues to met. They move together in a desperate way, you two have been wanting this for so long.

Your hands grip on his shoulders as the kiss keeps getting deeper, suddenly, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

"I can't- I- I can't like boys, i have a girlfriend." Clapton said as took a few steps back.

"Clapton, i-" You started, being cut by him running away.

You felt your heart clenching in your chest as you watch him disappearing on the streets... What the fuck did you just did.

...

Y/n? Please, answer me Please Are we still friends? Please stop ignoring me

You read between the sea of messages Clapton sent you. It's been two weeks since you two don't talk, he stoped texting you in the 5th day, but you re-read all his messages. You miss like you never felt someone before, it's kinda crazy.

Your mom knocks on your door. "Can i get in?" She asks, holding on the handle.

"Yeah..." You mumbled, lying back on the mattress.

She gets in, a concerned look on her face. She slowly sits down besides you on bed.

"What's the matter, dear?" She asks, fixing your hair to the side. "You're not going to the spring prom?" Your mother asks again, worriedly.

"I don't want to go..." You answered nonchalantly, your tone was low and defeated. Of course, you have been crying after school for the whole last week.

She holds your hands, looking in your eyes worriedly.

"What happen?" Mom insists.

"I... I really like this person..." You starts, gulping and taking a deep breath. "And, you know, they date... And we kissed, but they kissed me first!" You continues, licking your licks as tried to put your thoughts into words. "We are not talking since the day they kissed me, and... I really want to talk to them, but i am scared... And i'm sure i'll met them on the prom. What should i do?" You asked, seeming confused and desperate.

Your mother caresses your cheek, looking at you with a sympathetic look in her eyes...

"Oh baby... I think you should go..." She mumbles, pulling you into a hug.

You desperately hug her back and took some deep breathes. You couldn't live like this, you needed your best friend back.

...

Clapton was dancing a slow dance with Ione, what bothered him for two motives;

First: Clapton don't dance.

Second: It wasn't you the one dancing with him.

He tried to keep his focus on his girlfriend, on the fact they would probably be crowned king and queen of the prom in some moments, but...

The only thing he could think was you.

Your cute lopsided smile every time he playfully complimented you, the way your eyes shined when found his, the way your voice sounded when you were yapping about your day to you...

It was so hard to admit he liked another guy, but it was so hard to not fall in love with you.

"I need to get some air." Clapton said, pulling away from Ione and wiping the sweat from his face.

As he walked out of the auditory, he found you.

You were standing on the end of the stairs, wearing your dark blue suit, holding a lapel flower and looking at Clapton.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, you couldn't put your feelings into words right now.

Clapton ran downstairs and hugged you tightly, holding your cheek and looking at you.

"Can you put it on my suit for me?" You asked, raising the flower.

He smiled and chuckled, hugging you and lying his head in your shoulder for some seconds before pulling away and grabbing the lapel flower from your hands. He cautiously hooked it to your lapel.

"You look incredible... As always." He mumbled, holding on your sides and kissing your cheek.

"Will you conceive me a dance?" You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smirked and moved closer, kissing your lips softly. "Sure." He whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

You smiled, and you two started to move in the rhythm of the slow music that could be heard from the auditorium.

"You know..." He whispered, his hands squeezing on your waist softly. "I knew you would come."

[sardonic-the-writer]

You van now marry me because I am interested in your tf2 headcanons

Tell me more please

so happy someone asked for this. giving your forhead a big fat smooch. also, i would habe included tracker in these, but i feel like that would have been a bit self pretentious

scout

• good artist. has drawn tom jones fanart before

• knows a little bit of french; his mom made him learn. also knows a few french songs because of this

• bisexual but battles with it a lot

• really appreciates his teammates and conciders all of them—except for maybe spy—to be his best friends

• terrified of medical procedures and terrible at hiding it

soldier

• brightest blue eyes you've ever seen

• wears underwear with the pattern of the american flag on them

• doesn't know it's not normal to have gay thoughts. literally would kiss a man sloppy style and then not understand why everyones looking at him. probably straight, but makes exceptions

• has had his hands cut off at least five times before. it's getting concerning at this point

pryo

• uses asl with their team and teaches those who don't know. they'll still use muffled sounds to communicate though

• has no gender actually. not trans, not cis, but a secret third thing

• aroace! latches so strongly onto platonic relationships though its actually insane

• attends bonfires with enigneer sometimes

• has a pair of onsie pajamas that they wear over their suit to bed at night

heavy

• is definitely in love with medic, no doubts to be had

• has a PHD in russian literature! a very smart fella, he just has trouble speaking his mind in english

• gay. so so gay. mlm all day

• the only merc to regularly check out books from teuforts library sans soldier. although he doesn't really check out books, he just yells at the librarian for not carrying sun tzu's the art of war

• sings little songs to sasha in russian

demomam

• has scars all over his chest from an accident with a grenade he had as a kid

• sends lots of post cards and souvenirs to his mom when he's on the job. he really loves her

• actually used to style his hair in dreads when he was a little bit younger, but just doesn't have time to do much with his hair anymore

• so casually bisexual; especially considering it's the sixties and seventies. takes interest in both men and women

• best friends with both his and the other teams soldier!

sniper

• his camper is such a mess all of the time. only ever cleans if he knows someone's going to be visiting, and even then there's a few stray piss bottles laying around

• plays poker & other card games with scout all the time. when they can't bet money, they'll end up using other things to play, like bullets or stray snacks

• thinks he likes both men and women. tries not to dwell on it too much since he gets anxious about it, but at the end of the day can't deny that he finds men attractive as well

• has a mug that says world's number one best sniper that miss pauling got him

engineer

• shortest mercenary r.i.p

• parental figure to pyro

• one of the only good cooks at the base. often ends up making dinner for everyone even if it's someone else's turn to cook that night

• has a prosthetic arm that he built from scratch & spends a lot of his time adding to/upgrading

• probably straight, but the biggest ally you'd ever meet

spy

• genderfluid. has a few lady disguises he's had to use before, and is just as comfortable in them as any other one of his disguises. definitely had gay sex with scouts mom before

• reverts to straight french when he gets irritated or upset

• heavily bisexual and very open about it with any of his partners. a man/womanizer

• the only merc with a sense of fashion to be frank. have you seen everyone else. soldier thinks being naked and covered in honey is the epitome of fashion for fucks sake

medic

• probably knows more about the medical field than any other doctor at the time. is actively dropping some medical talk & procedures that won't even be invented until a few decades later. he's fun like that

• owns one pair of regular clothes. everything else is lab coats and black pants. maybe a turtleneck or two if you're lucky

• super mega über gay for heavy. see what i did there

• also, i'd like to headcanon that he needs glasses because he's nearsighted of all things. it makes performing surgery hard without them

[garyroachsanderson]

i love your hcs sm!! do you think you could write 141 best friends hcs with reader getting hurt?

HI YES SORRY IVE BEEN ILL

141 best friend hcs— reader is injured

(requested) cw for blood, injury, near death, stuff like that

GAZ

when i tell you this man would scream at the top of his fucking lungs

he would do his best to stop the bleeding, but would also make fun of you as your face paled

“big strong y/n couldn’t handle a bullet, huh?” (this is the man who sat down and buried his head in his hands and hyperventilated after scraping his knee during a night out drinking)

he’d be there the entire time, but wouldn’t try to fight medical professionals from taking you off

“bitch, wake up”

he wouldn’t be allowed in the hospital room, and get pissed off, and proceed to tweet angrily outside. he knew you wouldn’t die, but he was scared you would, and it would be without him there to help you.

once you were awake, you’d probably send him some shit like this ^

he would then proceed to immediately run to your room and violently noogie you before hugging you

GHOST

now.. something is wrong with this man. he wouldn’t scream, he wouldn’t start crying out of anger or anything healthy. he lets out a guttural wail inside of his head as soon as he sees you’ve been downed.

if you’re near him, he’d drag you to a closed part of a building and desperately but calmly try stopping the blood. he’s learned a lot of tactics, and making himself appear like he’s staying calm is one of them.

his heartbeat is about 500 beats per minute rn. your flesh is now pale, which is unnerving considering your usual skin tone. he’s not trained in patching others up, and he doesn’t know how to fix that. he says something and you don’t respond so he raises his voice and goes “Stay with me, kid.”

incoherently mutters into comms, just completely trailing off

just cradling you the entire time until evac arrived, which he tried to follow but went with price and soap

if he was not by you, he’d keep asking questions until he got answers or he didn’t

“ C/N, come in. Do you copy?”

(radio silence)

“C/N, do you copy?”

“ . . . “

“..Fuck.”

moves through rooftops to find you, scouring the city like some kind of demented superhero.

would use his scope to try and spot you through any of the windows

he’d send out like 5 calls for an evac when you didn’t respond, but he’s searching in his spare time

NEARLY broke down crying when he found you slumped in a tiny apartment

he definitely thought you were dead and the anxiety in his voice was real. a tear and a sniffle or two might have been shed before he found the weak pulse in your neck

doesn’t move from your side ONCE, he stays up for days straight until you wake up or is slumped in a barstool

SOAP

thinks you’re joking for the first 2 minutes after you say you’ve been hit

SPRINTS to your location

you’re always together so of course he blames himself that in the 5 minutes you were apart a bullet tears through your chest

when panicked he just starts speaking heavily accented english or full out scots gaelic (he learned it from an old teammate), not out of choice but he noticed it keeps your mind moving when he does so he keeps doing it

one time while injured you went “gaelic more like GAY LICK” and then passed out and he laughed then cried

always thinks he’s going to end up in a vietnam war veteran position holding you

while carrying you to evac you repeated one of ghosts shitty jokes and he nearly dropped you out of fear/temporary resentment

the last words you hear before you die are going to be a mix of “hells fuckin bells” or “sweet baby jesus”

PRICE

this man’s friends are all dead. he’s had men die in his arms before and he’s scared every time that it’s going to be you

NO NO NO NO SOAP SOAAAPPP

absolutely silent, just trying to keep you awake and alive

this man will never leave you alone, you are ALWAYS with him and if you’re not you’re to be looked over by gaz. and if you get injured on gaz’ watch he’ll never hear the end of it

has definitely thought “if y/n dies im killing everyone in this room and then myself” but wouldn’t dare say it out loud

he’d drop everything he was doing, doesn’t matter if it was in the middle of a mission

STAY WITH ME SOLDIER

he puts his hat on you just to shield your eyes from the absolute liveleak that is your abdomen (or the sun, depending on the weather)

you wear his hat until you wake up. if you don’t, you’re being buried with the hat on your chest. that’s your god damn hat now

doesn’t understand what you’re saying but will pretend to laugh if you make a joke

ROACH

would kill everything in his path until he found the one who hurt you

you like to shout “GOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM” just to scare the living shit out of him

141: “i fear no man, but that thing..”

(bloodthirsty roach)

“it scares me.”

he’s nervous and it shows. he’ll cry

he’ll stand outside the door until the doctor lets him know you’re stable (he wants to give you privacy of course)

if you’re afab then he’ll literally pause before taking the gear off your chest because he doesn’t want to invade your privacy. he just shuts his eyes and hopes for the best

he will carry you through hell in order to get you to evac

lays his head on his arms on your legs when you’re in a hospital bed

“i didn’t sign up for this”

that one audio that’s like “oh my gosh.. what do i do?? euuGGGHHHH”

[mooncrack]

Gaz was a trouble maker. Him, Ghost, Price. And Soap were the troublemakers of the school. You wouldn't want to get in there way. It wouldn't be pretty. People call the 141. Nobody known how they got that nickname. They just did.

Price, or his acsual name John is the leader, being the oldest of them all. He's the ring leader and his older sister laswell (real name kate), always helps them get out of trouble.

Ghost, or Simon, is the most violent of all of them. He doesn't usualy 'caus trouble unless you piss him of enough. With usualy ends with the poor person having a couple broken bones. And he always wears a facemask in school with a skull on it, weirdly enough.

Soap, or Johnny is the youngest and most caotic of them all. He is the one who comes up with the 'pranks' and the poor person who's going to get 'prankt'. He's also just barely the shortist of them all (Gaz being two inches taller then him). He's also in the same year as Gaz.

And lastly, the Gaz himself. Or his real name Kyle. He is the jock pretty boy of the group. All the girls are swooning over him. He is the captain of the basketball team, and a fine ass locking man. That doesn't mean he's smart- he is falling most classes (Soap is too, but thats more obvius) sinds he doesn't care to studie. Even with all these girls swooning over him, he has rarely dated somebody. He's not really a player.

And then there is you. Your the new foreign exchange student. With cripaling social anxiety. And you just transferred for there school. Your luckly enough to fall into the background until your first lesson. Maths. Not the best first start, but it could of been worse. And then the teacher makes you introduse yourself infornt of the class. Amazing. You reluctenly and quickly Introduce yourself. You were placed next to a guy name Kyle (sinds the teacher must hate you) and the lesson starts.

But the thing you didn't know is that Gaz fell inlove with you at first sight. Your accent. Your hair. Your eyes. Everything. He was smittend. And know he was sitting right next to you. All focus is out of the window for him. He is even trying to focus of whatever that boring teacher is saying. Just. you.

Eventualy we get asignments handed out that he (the teacher) wants us ti finnish THIS lesson. What a mennis. So you focus all your attention of finnishing this asignments sinds ofc your not going to get in trouble on your first day. Minutes after the asignment is handed out you feel a tap on your shoulder. It's your desk partner, Kyle

"Could you help me with this?"

he asks you pointing to a question. You already had this subject at your previos school so this is light work. You start to exsplain the subject with leads into a convo.

When you agree to exsplain the subject and the question to Gaz he is astatic, listening to your every word. As you dumb down the subject exsplaining it with ease. With somehow makes him acsualy understand it. But he uses this as a opertunity to start a acsual convo with you to learn more about you. Like what country you come from, what your natie language is (he'd 100% try and learn or understand it if it isn't english) and what you like

As he hears you rant about things you like and your home country, he can't help but think that you would be perfect victim of one of Soap's 'pranks'. But he wouldn't allow that. But he couldn't let them know that he is head over heels for the new weird foreign kid. But the fact that you help and exsplaind maths to him. He could use the exscuse that you are tutoring him. But no matter what. Your not gonna get bullied by his boys. He won't allow that.

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Hallo, everybody. I just wanna say sorry for the spelling mistakes, I'm dyslexic and english is not my first language- I also hope yall like the story and I could posibly continue it by doing a part two? Or stick to the univers and do a Ghost, Soap, or Price fic. I'm always open to critisism, but please be kind and don't correct my spelling- (it's anoying and nobody cares). But I hope you have a great rest of your day! Doei!

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: 2k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Reaching Amber's house didn't take them too much time and for Richie to realize which house was it, wasn't that hard either considering a party was going on. This isn't what she thought Amber refered to when she talked about a memorial.

"Perfect, your girlfriend is having a party Iris". Richie sarcastically said. "Completely normal, I mean who has a party in the middle of a killing spree? I'm aborting the plan.

Iris truly hated to admit that Richie was right, who the fuck would have a party right now?

"No, we're already here. I'll go in there quickly and get it. I'll be back in five". Sam opened the door.

"I'm coming too". Iris joined in and so did Tara.

"If you think I'm waiting out here just to get murdered, you're out of your mind".

"Look at you learning so much from the Stab movies. What else did you learn Richard?"

"Iris you're pissing me off, you know that right?".

"Yep love that, too easy bro".

Sam was the first to open the door, revealing flashing lights and a group of teenagers who were clearly drunk. As soon as everyone spotted Tara, they began cheering, and Amber emerged from the crowd to hug her.

"What are you doing out of the hospital?". She asked worriedly. "Should you even be up and around?".

"She needs her spare inhaler". Amber seemed to finally notice Iris's presence and her gaze hardened when she realized that wherever Iris was going, she was going with Tara. The moment lasted for a second before she questioned Tara over where they were going. Tara shooked her head apologetically in response.

"It's fine. Don't tell me, just be safe okay? I think it's in my room".

Amber faced the crowd to announce that the party was over, which was met with boos and expressions of disappointment. The three of them made their way upstairs as they heard Richie shouting to everyone that the party was over.

They walked down another hallway and ended up in Amber's bedroom. She let out a sigh when nothing appeared, leaning back against the door. "Tara you keep looking here, Iris and me are going to look in the other room, okay?" At Tara's hum of agreement, they walked to the room next doors.

Iris started looking for the inhaler but she saw Amber making no move to search for it.

"What are you doing? Not going to look?"

"When were you going to tell me, you were leaving with Tara?". Iris sighed, she realized Amber brought them to this room to talk, not to look for the inhaler.

"When we were already gone".

"I can't believe you had the audacity to leave without even saying goodbye, with her out of everyone". Amber got closer to her pointing a finger at her chest.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean Iris".

"I don't want to leave Amber, but I have no choice". She tried to calm the waters by placing a hand on her girl's cheek, smiling when she was allowed to do so. "I mean look at me darling, i have a black eye, a cut on the lip and trouble walking because I got stabbed on the thigh. My mom is worried this will get me killed".

"You're not going to get killed, I won't allow that". Amber sounded so sure of what she was saying, she almost believed her.

"Well you don't know that. Aside once everything calmed down, I was going to tell you to come with me". Iris smiled cheekily at her. "You didn't seriously think I would leave you behind".

"Well I don't know since you were so ready to leave with Tara". Amber rolled her eyes. "I thought you didn't like her".

"Well we finally solved our issues". Iris locked eyes with her. "It's crazy I hated her for something she didn't even know". She laughed quietly.

"What you mean? You never really told me what happened".

"Remember that letter I wrote? She never read it". She couldn't help but remember Tara's words. "And I never told you but there was an awful text I received from her phone but it turns out it wasn't her either". Amber was staring blankly at her no reaction at all. "Tara has the theory someone did it on purpose". She breathed out. "Insane right?".

"Yeah completely insane". Amber stared directly into her eyes as she said those words.

"Anyways, so we're cool now. Isn't that good? Now we can be the three of us just like we used to". Iris glanced at her hopefully but all she got was a blank stare from Amber which only lasted for a second before she masked it with a smile that seemed entirely too fake.

"Yeah that sounds good". Amber backed away from her touch.

"You don't sound too thrilled at the idea, why?".

"Well after everything with you and Tara..."

Ohhhh. She was worried. Iris quickly grabbed her hand and spun her around so she could hold her in her arms. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Freeman".

At Iris's smirk, Amber tried to wiggle herself out of her arms but she wasn't really trying. "Of course not, that would be ridiculous".

"Okay good, cause I don't care about the past, I only care about the present". Iris leaned forward so that her lips brushed Amber's. "And you are my present. I only want you".

Without a word, their lips collided in a kiss that was both frantic and fervent, a raw surge of emotion and need. Their breaths mingled, and the world around them dissolved into insignificance as their bodies pressed together, seeking solace in each other's embrace. Iris forgot about everything else as the only thing she cared about was the feeling of Amber's body pressed against her. She tilted her head to the side as Amber pushed her into the wall and ran her finger across her jaw, making her shiver under her touch. Amber smirked at the reaction she got from the girl and broke the kiss to reach lower and connect her lips to her neck. She peppered kisses along her jawline before she got to her ear. She bit down her earlobe, making Iris whimper at the feeling.

"You're mine" Amber whispered possesively. “Don't you ever forget that". She planted one more kiss to Iris's lips like she was  savorating the moment. "Cmon, let's go find Tara".

They found Tara in the other room waiting for them with her inhaler. They were heading downstairs to leave when they were startled by shouting and the sound of breaking glass coming from the living room. Tara and Iris looked at each other before the latter rushed to the room, finding Sam pressing a hand on a wound Mindy had in her shoulder. Iris wasted no time rushing to her best friend's side as she started pressing too.

"Mindy stay with me okay? Don't you dare". Iris hissed in fear. She couldn't lose her too.

"That's a lot of blood you guys". Mindy coughed in pain as she noticed the blood coating her shirt. She passed out and Iris started lightly slapping her cheek to keep her awake.

"No Mindy fuck no".

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?". Amber screamed in terror, her gaze flickering frantically between Sam and Iris, as she shouted at the blood coming from Mindy's shirt. Tara stood beside her in her crutches, staring at the scene in complete horror.

Amber got closer to them and she got down to inspect Mindy too. She then took hold of Iris's shoulder to keep her away from Sam.

"No, I didn't do anything, the killer he..." Sam stood up, trying to explain herself.

"Is she okay?".

The sound of beers clattering to the floor made everyone turned their heads towards the sound. "What the fuck?". Richie shakily said as he put his arms up.

"Richie where the fuck were you?"

"I went into the basement to get some beer". Richie shouted, pointing at the bottle shattered on the floor, his shock evident at seeing Mindy hurt in the corner of the room.

"You went to the basement alone?" Amber demanded.

"To get beer? What the fuck Richie?" Iris shouted at him as she tried to wake Mindy up.

"I asked her to come with me! She said no!" Richie replied. Panic erupted as the outside door burst open, and Liv rushed in, her hands smeared with blood.

"Stay the fuck back" Amber yelled pushing Tara and Iris behind her in order to protect them.

"Jesus christ". Liv sobbed as she noticed Mindy passed out on the floor coating in blood.

"I was with Tara and Iris, but the rest of you were wandering around". Amber crazily looked at everyone while pointing her finger at them. "One of you is the fucking killer".

"Fuck you Amber, fuck you". Liv was hyperventilating as she looked at her friends.

"Why is there blood on your hands?". Sam noticed and got into defense mode.

"What?" Liv looked down at her hands, noticing they were full of blood. "I found Chad, and he's..."

"Chad? No you're fucking lying". Iris tried to get close to the girl but Amber stopped her.

"You're the killer". Richie accused her.

"No, I'm not"

"Liv stop". They heard Liv shouting hysterically. "Liv just stop!" Amber said gesturing with her hands.

"Fuck you Amber. I'm not the fucking killer". Liv yelled back at Amber. They didn't know that was going to be the last time they heard Liv's voice.

"I know!" Amber snapped, her eyes rolling in exasperation at the argument and drama. Without hesitation, she pulled a gun from her belt and shot it straight into Liv's head, smirking as everyone gasped in horror at the sudden, shocking turn of events.

"Welcome to act three"

[mxssingmemories]

Hi! Can i have a request with Sebastian Stan and his pre-teen daughter where they have a dad-daughter date but it's ruined by the paparazzis? Thank you!💗

(sorry for my bad English )

Paparazzi Sucks

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x pre-teen daughter! reader

Summary: On a father-daughter date, paparazzi do their best to ruin it. Sebastian doesn't let it get to you too much, though; lots of fluff <3

Warnings: mentions of nausea, paps being assholes, anxiety maybe?

Word Count: 630 ish!

A/N: i'm coming back out of the shadows! hope everyone's doing well :) also, your english is perfect, lovely!!

GIF by justarandomgirly

It was pretty easy to forget your dad was famous. Everyone else knew him as Sebastian Stan, but you were almost a teenager-you just knew him as your dad. He was the man you'd looked up to your whole life, and who was always there for you no matter what happened. You loved spending time with him more than anything, so when he offered to go to your favorite restaurant for a daddy-daughter date, you were very excited.

"Where are we going, dad?" you whined, tugging on your dad's shirt as you walked to the door. Sebastian laughed as you attempted to drag him to the car door, excitement in your eyes.

"You'll find out soon, love." he smiled, buckling your seatbelt for you.

You squealed when you two finally arrived at the restaurant-it was your favorite. They served so many different meals, but you loved the ice cream bar the most.

"I'll have...whichever special pasta that's on the menu, please!" Sebastian ordered, he & the waitress both looking over to you.

"And for you, little miss?"

"I'll have some chicken nuggets, please!" The waitress nodded and left you two alone after confirmation from your dad that it was okay.

"How was your day, lovie?"

"It was okay. This guy won't stop bothering me though, he keeps looking at me from across the room! It's so annoying." you sighed, looking down at your drink.

"I will fight him." Seb deadpans loudly enough to where a few people look up from their conversations, sending both of you into a laughing fit. A minute later, the waitress arrived with your order. You had to admit, those chicken nuggets looked amazing. Exchanging pleasantries & a quick thank you with the waiter, you both dug in.

The food was so good you ended up devouring it in ten minutes, much to your dad's complaint. He said it would make you nauseous, but you disagreed (you later found out he was very much correct.) After a visit to the ice cream bar, you walked outside. You were met with flashing cameras and loud voices, microphones being shoved in your face. It was instantly overwhelming for you-you hadn't been exposed enough to learn how to deal with that in the moment. The reporters pissed Sebastian off to no end, but he was fed up when they started trying to grab you.

"The fuck, man? That's my kid! Get the hell off of her," he snapped, shoving them off of you. You'd gathered tears in your eyes by this point, trying to focus on something else besides the scene in front of you.

All your dad could do was try to shield you from the cameras, trying his best not to think about the pictures that will show up on all sorts of magazines tomorrow.

When you got back to the car, the ride home was silent. You dad's hand was covering yours, as you stared blankly out of the window. The minute the car stopped, you ran into the house. Sebastian followed quickly after you, sitting on the couch just in time to catch you as you threw yourself on top of him. You cried for a solid twenty minutes as your dad's hand stroked through your hair, comforting you the best way he knew how for an entirely new situation.

When you'd calmed down, he shifted to where he was holding you in his chest. He put on your favorite movie, and you let yourself be distracted by all the colors on the screen. Kissing your forehead, he smiled as he saw all the negative tension disappear from your body. He was content with you in his arms, and you were grateful to have a dad like him.

[mrhaitch]

hi mr.haitch!

as someone who's interested in academia, do you think you can speak a bit about your experiences and journey? it's something i've had my eye on for a bit but honestly don't even know where to begin and idk if i'm just having a mini life crisis because i'm feeling unfulfilled in my current field.

I think I've spoken about this before, but I'll do it again. Please note that I am currently not in academia at present, although I do have plans to return. Currently I'm teaching functional skills in English and maths to kids in their late teens (many of them with severe emotional, behavioural, or learning disorders) so this will be more of a retrospective.

(Be warned, it's long)

Let's get one thing very clear: I was a bad student and my road into academia is and remains crooked. I had bad grades in highschool, an appalling attendance record, and spent a great deal of highschool in detention. It is a miracle that I finished highschool, and a further miracle that I was accepted by a college, and fluked through my A-levels.

I never paid attention in class unless it was something I cared about. Homework was a mythical concept, I never participated, rarely engaged, and generally treated school with disdain.

And I didn't get better until I was in my twenties.

Some of it was anxiety, a lot of it was arrogance.

So fast forward through my undergrad years where I oscillated wildly between workaholic frenzy (political philosophy, existentialism, philosophy of religion) to staunch absenteeism (philosophy of language, socratic philosophy). In my final year things kind of clicked, I knuckled down, got into a few fights with my lecturers, forced my grades up, and came out with a good enough grade to get onto a masters course.

This was largely in thanks to my writing, which I'd become increasingly dedicated to, completing and submitting my first (and thankfully unpublished novel) in the process. During my master's I revelled in the greater degree of independence, how I could direct and engage with the material in my own way, and how it connected with my passions (creative writing). I still had an arrogant moment, failed to prepare for an assignment and failed it. The failure capped my overall grade at a pass which sank any hope for a scholarship.

Dejected and pissed off, I then took the first job that came my way and gave up on academia. I languished in the service industry for four years and thought I'd amount to nothing more. Some political nonsense happened towards the end, I pushed back against the wrong people who promptly tried to fire me under false (and illegal) pretenses.

Haitch pushed me to look into doing my PHD again. I applied, teaching out to one of my old MA teachers to be my supervisor and he accepted with far more enthusiasm than I could've hoped for. I got a loan from the government and vowed to throw myself at my PHD as hard as I could, and I did.

From 2019 until early 2023, I worked five days a week (plus some time in the weekends) on my thesis and my writing. 8-5 every day with my nose in a book, or plugging away at a manuscript, or drafting papers. I lived and breathed it every second. I kept a journal where I pushed myself to work harder and harder to achieve what I felt was my dream. During that time I was determined to come out with my experience and qualifications than I could possibly need for an entry position. I shadowed my colleagues when they taught classes, exchanged emails with academics I admired, published more short fiction.

Brick by brick I built a portfolio and a modest reputation. Then I was invited to speak at a prestigious convention in the UK. I met legendary literary agents, famous authors, hung out with people I admired, and had a chance to read some of my work to an audience and discuss its themes.

I taught for two years, while at the same time working two other contracts for various outreach bodies teaching and supporting kids from deprived or disadvantaged backgrounds.

And I still can't get a permanent position.

I've been shortlisted once or twice, and knocked back at the first hurdle a whole bunch.

Academic positions are like gold dust scattered down the back of a unicorn as it leaps over a double rainbow. It is hard to get a job teaching and researching at a university, especially in the humanities. It is endless rejection with minimal feedback, banging your head against a brick wall over and over wondering if you felt it move or if you've just softened your skull.

It's hard, very hard, and takes a lot of commitment and a lot of sacrifice, with zero guarantee you'll get anyway.

But you do it because you can't imagine yourself doing anything else.

The eagle eyed amongst you will recognise this as the same conclusion I reached about writing, and they're right. It's the same. Often thankless, frequently difficult. A feeling of toiling alone in the dark, waiting for someone, anyone to peer into the well you fell down.

But as hard as it is, if that's the path you've chosen, a part of you doesn't care. You do it anyway. You do it in spite of what it costs you, and the little it gives back.

At least, that's how I see it. Thank you for attending my rambling, somewhat doom-laden, TED talk.