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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago

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No Hard Feelings

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Tara makes plans with you to go to dinner and watch a movie, but she forgets and can’t go. So she sends Sam in her place

Warnings: slight spoiler for No Hard Feelings (small scene, no significance to plot), light cussing, mentions of Ghostface attacks

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Word count: 7.6k

Tara sat on the floor of her and Sam’s apartment with a mountain of papers spread around her. To her demise, her past self thought it would have been a good idea to put off her month and a half project so she could-in her words-"be older so, therefore, wiser,” and she would get a better grade on it. Now, her present self wishes she could go back in time and politely murder her past self, as she would have to stay up all hours of the night even to get a passing grade on her project. She could call Y/N and ask for help, but she knew that the girl was probably busy doing who knows what.

Since the move to New York City, Tara found it hard to make friends she could trust; the only real people she did trust were the Meeks-Martin twins, Anika, her roommate Quinn, Y/N, and Sam.

Tara met Y/N when she first moved to New York through Anika, as she was her roommate. Anika introduced her to the core four one night while they watched movies and swam at their shared apartment. When Y/N first met everyone, she immediately clicked with the group, except Sam.

Sam was naturally standoffish towards new people, especially Y/N. Sam didn’t know if she disliked the girl because she shared the same love for horror as Mindy, her undeniable charm, her beautiful features, or the fact she was a fucker that fed off of Tara’s little fucker energy. So together, they just become this giant mass of fucker energy that wreaks havoc on innocents. Sam tries her best to make sure that her and Tara are not left alone together-God only knows what mischief they would get up to if left unattended-but that usually meant she was the one keeping an eye on them. From dragging them out of karaoke bars to forcefully stopping them from shooting fireworks at each other, Sam has seen enough to know she wasn’t too much of a fan of Y/N.

On the other hand, Tara and Sam haven’t always had the best relationship (Sam left her for five years with her alcoholic mother), but they loved each other dearly, and everyone knew that. However, Tara does things to get under Sam’s skin for fun. For example: going to frat parties after Sam told her not to, getting too drunk at said parties, throwing up because of the alcohol after Sam specifically told her not to, waiting until the last minute to do projects, and the one Sam hated the most, trying to set her up with her friends. Tara would spend days writing out plans of setting Sam up with her friends, pouring hours she should have spent doing homework into Sam’s love life.

Sam found it funny how Tara and Mindy worked together to try and set Sam up with someone, even though she never went out with the people they set her up with. She also admired their dedication to it, but she would never tell them that. Tara would invite some of Chad’s football friends over for a game night and hope one would hit it off with Sam, but Sam shot down every guy. Eventually, Tara got fed up with it and asked Sam, “Are you ever going to give a guy a chance?” Sam just looked at Tara with the most trustworthy eyes as she spoke, “I’ll never give a guy a chance again.” And with that, Tara stopped trying to get Sam with men.

Since that conversion, Mindy had been Sam’s “wingman” in picking up women, and it was not going well. At all. They’d go to a bar every other weekend, Mindy would point out a woman that Sam might be interested in, and immediately get shot down.

“What about her, Sam? She’s pretty, plays the guitar, and keeps looking over at you?”

“No.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘no’?”

“No, she looks like she bites.”

“Biting can be good in some instances.”

“No.”

“Okay then, moving on. What about her-”

“No.”

And it continued like this until Mindy eventually had enough of it. “Dude, your sister refuses to give anyone I point out a chance! At first, I thought she was wary of getting romantical with someone because of he-who-shall-not-be-named, but now I think she’s doing it out of spite.” Mindy complained to Tara over a game of Uno one night.

“She’s not doing it out of spite; she’s doing it because she knows she’s getting set up.” Anika butted in while placing down a blue five. “You just need to set her up with someone without her knowing it’s a setup.”

And at that, Tara and Mindy shared a telepathic thought when their eyes made contact and simultaneously reached for their phones. Not reading the room, Chad threw down a blue draw two while standing up and yelling, “Uno!”

Mindy sent him a glare before speaking, “Do you want me to call her, or should you?”

“I’ll call her; just wait for me!” Tara exclaimed as she left the table with her phone in hand, walking about ten feet from the group before dialing Y/N’s number. Mindy and Tara’s plan began to hatch that night.

Tara would invite Y/N to the apartment everyday. She would even invite her over if she had somewhere else to be later that night, leaving the poor girl alone with either Sam or Quinn. Y/N was rather fond of Quinn; she enjoyed the redhead’s stories about her strange hookups and they played a very intense game of Blackjack on occasion. On the other hand, she hated being left alone with Sam. Sam would either not say anything or just glare at Y/N; she didn’t know which one was worse.

Sometimes when Y/N was over, Tara would excuse herself to leave her and Sam alone for long periods. Naturally, the two of them would sit in awkward silence while the tv played in the background. They would occasionally discussed what was on TV, but that never lasted more than four sentences.

Of course, Y/N was drawn to Sam: her beautiful tan skin that she sometimes dreamed of stroking, those beautiful brown eyes that reminded her of old brick libraries and vintage books she sometimes got lost in, and her protectiveness for her sister.

She's Everything. Y/N’s just Ken.

In the present, Tara groaned and rolled around the floor, “Why do I do this every time?” She whined while looking at her papers.

“I know; I thought you would have learned your lesson by now,” Sam joked as she watched her little sister dramatically roll around the floor. “I told you to spend at least twenty minutes a day working on it, but nope. You said you would be smarter by putting it off, and now look at you.”

Surprised by Sam’s words, Tara quickly sat up and looked at her sister before falling back onto the floor with an exaggerated groan. Sam rolled her eyes at Tara’s actions and sat on the couch. “What are you working on?” Sam questioned as she picked up a piece of paper with chemical formulas.

“I’m supposed to show what acid, like from soda, does to teeth. But I hate chemistry, and I’m seriously considering dropping this class.” Tara stated as she picked herself up off of the floor and stretched. As she was stretching, there was a knock at the door.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get it. You just finished your project.” Sam said as she got up and walked towards the door, ignoring the slight grumble of words Tara let out as she sat back down on the floor.

As she approached the door, Sam looked out of the peephole, as no one in the apartment was expecting any guests. When she saw who was at the door, she uttered a small cuss word as she opened the door, “What are you doing here?”

Y/N scoffed at Sam’s words but spoke with a gentle smile, “Tara and I have plans tonight to go to dinner and see a movie; I’m here to pick her up. Why? Are you jealous I’m here for her and not you?” She finished with a smirk that Sam wanted to smack off her face. She just scoffs at her words but lets her into the apartment.

Sam took in her outfit as she walked in: black dress pants, a black blazer, and a black lace strapless corset top. If she didn’t know any better, she’d assume you and Tara had a date planned, which hurt her heart a little.

“Hey, Tara, you ready to… go?” Y/N asked as she looked around the living room and found scattered papers everywhere.

Tara looked at her with bug eyes before frantically searching for her phone. Once she found it, she checked the time and date, which resulted in her smacking herself on the forehead. “Oh my god, I am sorry, Y/N. I completely forgot about our dinner and movie night; I just got so wrapped up in my project.” Tara apologized as she stood up from the floor.

“Oh, that’s okay,” Y/N stated as she popped her head to her left. Sam noticed that Y/N does that whenever she’s upset or doesn’t like talking about something. Sam hates that she sees the little things that Y/N does: rubbing the back of her neck whenever she’s anxious, bouncing her right leg when excited about something, and picking her nails whenever she’s stressed. The list goes on of the little things Sam noticed about Y/N, but she’d simply defend it as making sure Y/N wasn’t lying to her about whatever she and Tara were doing.

“No, it's not. You’ve already bought the tickets and made the reservations for dinner. I don’t want it to go to waste because I pushed off this stupid project.” Tara complained as she turned towards the spread-out work. “Is there any way I could make it up to you?”

“I’m serious, Tara. Don’t worry about it at all. We can go another time.” Y/N suggested. She didn’t want to see Tara upset over some movie tickets and a dinner reservation.

Tara sighed as she looked at Y/N, “But you’ve gotten all dressed up-you look amazing, by the way-and I don’t want it wasted.” Tara said as her eyes slowly drifted towards Sam, who was listening in on the conversation from her bedroom doorway, and a brilliant idea popped into her head. “Actually, what if I found someone to go with you?”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at the question but told Tara to continue. She had no idea who Tara had in mind but hoped it wasn’t Sam. She could hardly stand to be in the same room as the movie. Let alone go on a dinner and movie date with her. Not a date, though, because Y/N would never think about Sam in a more than platonic way. No way at all.

“Uhh, sure. Who is it?” Y/N as she looked at Tara with wary eyes, already knowing who Tara had in mind.

Tara looked at Y/N with innocent eyes and a mischievous smile, “Sam will go with you.”

“Abosulety not,” Sam said as soon as her name left Tara’s lips, already walking back into the living room, “I am not going anywhere with her.”

“Sam, you are going whether you want to or not. You’ve been talking about going to see No Hard Feelings since the trailer came out, and now you can watch it; I’d be a bad sister if I let you pass it up.” Tara reasoned while staring at Sam with determined eyes. She has the perfect opportunity to force her two favorite people together, and she’ll be damned if she lets Sam wiggle her way out of it.

“Tara, please, it’s not that big of a deal. If Sam doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to go.” Y/N pleaded, hoping Tara would let it slide.

“Yes, I agree with it,” Sam stated rather dryly.

Y/N turned to face Sam and pointed at her before exclaiming, “Hey! Do not call me ‘it’! I have feelings and thoughts!”

“Yeah, feelings and thoughts of being a pain in the ass,” Sam said as she rolled her eyes at Y/N.

“I will fight you right here and now, Samantha!” Y/N declared as she walked towards Sam, invading her personal space.

“Don’t call me ‘Samantha,’ you fucker.” Sam stated as she pushed Y/N’s shoulders, causing the woman to stumble backward away from her. Y/N ignored how gentle the push was and fought the urge to smile at the thought of Sam not wanting to hurt her.

“Hey! Knock it off, you two!” Tara commanded as she stepped between the two women, even though she wanted to see how their ‘fight’ would end. “Sam, go get changed into a nice outfit. Y/N, you’ll help me with my project while you wait for Sam.”

Sam opened her mouth to argue with Sam, but Tara's glare caused her to close her mouth quickly. So instead, she sauntered into her room and looked for a decent outfit. “I’m going to shower and get ready; give me thirty minutes.” She called out from her room.

Y/N grumbled while sitting on the couch, waiting for Tara to give her instructions. “Why are you making me take her? I know that Mindy wants to see it. I can just take her instead.”

“Because, Y/N, you and Sam will have fun. You’ll go to a fancy dinner and watch Jennifer Lawrence in a comedy. It’s like the ideal date.” Tara said with a devise smirk on her face. Tara knew Y/N’s feelings for Sam and used that as leverage over the girl.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?” Y/N said as she looked at Tara with pleading eyes, hoping she’ll just call Mindy and explain the situation to her.

“Wrong. I’m just a little guy, so I cannot be held accountable for my actions.” Tara informed as she sat down on the floor.

Y/N scoffed at her words and rolled her eyes, “You cannot use your size to justify yourself for being an asshole.”

“Yes, I can, and I will. Now shut up and help me with this.” Tara stated as she turned on the tv and picked out a movie for them to watch while they passed the time. Y/N looked up at the tv once the film began playing. “‘The Babadook’? Really?”

Tara knew of Y/N’s irrational fear of the Babadook and loved to tease the poor girl about it. They’ve had many arguments about the movie: Y/N claiming it’s the scariest movie ever to exist, while Tara defends it saying it’s a comedy movie. Y/N believed Tara had lost her mind. Tara believed Y/N was a baby.

“It’s my favorite movie. Why wouldn’t I want to watch it?” Tara questioned as she began working on her project while Y/N made zero effort to help.

Y/N scoffed at her words before uttering, “I’d stab someone too if they told me their favorite movie was ‘The Babadook.’” Tara playfully hit Y/N’s leg while rolling her eyes before returning to her task.

Tara told Y/N about the Ghostface attacks she and the core four survived after knowing her for a few months. Tara knew she could tell the girl anything and wouldn’t be judged. Y/N listened to Tara talk about the trauma her and her friends went through, and when Tara was done, Y/N lifted up her own shirt to show Tara where she had been stabbed in her stomach.

It was in the left lumbar region. Y/N had little cuts that littered her torso, but none went into her body besides the one. Y/N explained to Tara that she understood what she went through, as she was eight years old when Jill Roberts tried to murder her. The two bonded over their shared trauma of Ghostface stories and quickly used it to joke with each other.

As Tara worked in peace while watching the movie, Y/N sat away from the tv, refusing to watch it. They patiently waited for Sam while the annoying sound of Samuel’s voice could be heard in the background.

“I hate that kid; he deserves every bad thing that comes his way,” Y/N stated coldly, refusing to watch the tv.

“You just hate little kids,” Tara replied, turning her attention to Y/N. “You should check on Sam; it’s been over thirty minutes.” Y/N didn’t see the smirk on Tara’s face.

“So she can stab me? Yeah, no thanks.” Y/N shrugged. Sam could stab her, and she’d thank her, but Y/N would never tell anyone that secret.

“Just go check on her, you giant baby,” Tara stated as she threw a shoe at Y/N. And with that, the girl got up and walked over to Sam’s room, gently knocking on the door, hoping the woman was ready to go.

“Sam? It’s been over thirty minutes. Is everything good?” Y/N asked quietly, afraid Sam would strangle her if she spoke any louder. Not that she would complain: Sam could do almost anything to Y/N, and she wouldn’t complain.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just give me a minute.” Sam called out from behind the door.

Not even a minute passes before Sam calls out again, “Could you help me with something? I’m in a bit of a bind.”

Y/N looks at Tara with wide eyes, silently pleading with the girl to intervene, but Tara does nothing but mouth “Babadook-dook-dook.”

Y/N flipped Tara off before replying to Sam, “Yeah. Of course. Just let me know when it’s okay for me to come in.”

Sam instantly replied to Y/N and told her to come in, so she did. Sam was facing a full-length mirror in the corner of her room. She wore a black dress with a leg slit on her right leg that wonderfully highlighted her curves. She wore black heels as well. When Sam turned to face her, Y/N was left speechless. The dress had a shallow dip that showed off Sam’s cleavage beautifully, and Y/N had to fight herself not to stare at the woman’s boobs.

Sam noticed the way Y/N stood straighter when she walked in. She saw the way her eyes refused to leave her own. And she noticed how Y/N wiped her palm on her pants, trying to get rid of sweat.

“I need help zipping up the back,” Sam admitted with a defeated tone, turning back towards the mirror.

“Y-yes, of course,” Y/N mumbled while approaching the goddess before her. She went to grab the zipper on the lower part of Sam’s back but accidentally bumped her hand against Sam’s ass, causing the woman to stare down Y/N’s eyes in the mirror.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Y/N apologized while refusing to meet Sam’s challenging gaze.

She grabbed the zipper and gently began pulling it up. Y/N looked into Sam’s eyes through the mirror, and they held each other’s gaze until the dress was zipped up. The atmosphere was so full of tension that Sam swore Tara could feel it in the living room. Sam wanted nothing more than to throw Y/N onto that bed and make her her own, but she had to show some restraint as she didn’t wish for Y/N to get the idea that Sam liked her. She could hardly tolerate the girl, let alone care for her enough to want a relationship. No way at all.

Y/N let her hands linger on Sam’s back before whispering, “Okay, all done.” Afraid her voice would give out at any second. Sam slowly turned around to face Y/N; they were so close that their breath fanned each other’s lips.

“All ready?” Sam questioned, still making eye contact with Y/N.

Y/N nodded as she spoke, “Yeah, let’s go.” She wanted to stare into Sam’s eyes forever but quickly glanced away, afraid Sam could read her not so pg-13 thoughts.

They left Sam’s room and bid Tara goodbye before going to the apartment level. Once they had left, however, Tara quickly sent Mindy a message, telling her that their plan worked and that Sam and Y/N were on their way to dinner.

A month and a half ago, Mindy and Tara devised the “perfect, fool-proof plan” to get Y/N and Sam together. The plan was relatively simple: Tara puts off doing her project, makes plans with Y/N to go to a fancy restaurant and movies the night the project is due, and then bails because she hasn’t started the project. Tara had done her entire project in one night and stashed it in Mindy’s room, so now all they had to do was sit back and relax while their plan unfolded.

When they reached the ground level, Y/N walked out in front of Sam and held the door open for Sam as they walked out onto the street. Y/N gently touched Sam’s lower back and led her to her car. Sam ignores the way her touch shot sparks throughout her body. Y/N opened the door for Sam—which Sam scoffed at—but she climbed in nonetheless. Y/N walked around the driver’s side and got in.

The two sat in awkward silence while Y/N started the car. Her phone automatically connected, and the soft voices of Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers, and Lucy Dacus could be heard. Y/N looked over at Sam after pulling out onto the road. “You look beautiful.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Okay.”

Sam refused to admit that Y/N’s words caused her face to heat up, and a small smile threatened to appear on her face. She’d never had someone call her beautiful before, but to hear that word fall from the lips of someone she wanted to strangle and kiss all at the same time, she thought her head might explode.

The two drove the entire way to the restaurant in silence; the only thing that filled the silence was their fast-beating hearts and the graceful voices of Boygenius.

When they arrived and walked into the restaurant, Sam had to clench her first, trying not to murder Y/N violently. The restaurant they were at was an upper-class one, and Sam felt out of place, borderline uncomfortable. She began fidgeting with her hands, and her eyes nervously darted all over the room. Y/N noticed this and slowly reached for Sam’s hand, hoping the girl would accept the lifeline, and she did. Y/N held Sam’s hand down by their waists as she approached the front desk. “Hello, I had a reservation for two under L/N.” She spoke politely to the hostess. The hostess quickly looked through her book before leading them to a small table set up just for two.

Y/N gently pulled out Sam’s seat for her and pushed it in once she sat down. Y/N then walked over to her seat and joined Sam at the table. The two looked at their menus silently, waiting for their waiter to take their order. A small but enthusiastic man approached their table, “Hello, my name is Matt! What can I get for this lovely couple?” He asked with a gentle tone.

“We aren’t a couple.” Y/N and Sam both stated at the same time while looking at the man. He seemed a bit taken aback but quickly recovered. After that, they both ordered their meals and watched the man disappear.

Y/N laughed to herself before speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, “he thought we were a couple.”

Sam rolled her eyes at Y/N's comment but didn’t say anything in return; she knew arguing would have been useless.

“So, what do you do in your free time?” Y/N questioned as she leaned her elbows on the table, eagerly awaiting Sam’s response.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I would like to know you on a more personal level. I don’t like the level I’m on right now.” Y/N stated as she looked into Sam’s eyes, maybe sneaking a glance at her boobs as well.

“Fine, but you have to stop looking at my boobs,” Sam said with a playful smile as she called the girl out.

“I’ve only done it a couple of times!” Y/N defended with a blush on her face that Sam noticed. “I promise to stop looking. For now.”

Sam nodded and drank her water before discussing her interests, and Y/N listened. Y/N loved the sound of Sam’s voice and wished she could hear the woman talk forever. She had the kind of voice that could put sirens in a trance, and Y/N loved it.

The pair bonded over their love of nature and wanting to live in a cabin in the woods. They both loved reading and discussed their favorite books. As their food was brought out, Y/N brought up different scenario questions, and they went back and forth with their answers.

Talking with Sam was just as easy as breathing for Y/N, and Sam would hate to admit it, but she slowly felt herself loosen up around the girl. She could see now why Tara trusted her; she was easygoing, normally calm, and always had a good smile. Sam felt like she could trust Y/N with anything, which terrified her. She hated the idea of trusting someone that wasn’t a part of the group from Woodsboro, afraid that if she let anyone in, they would betray her. So, she began asking Y/N what her interests were; she wanted to know more about the girl in case she became a threat, and definitely not because she started to warm up to the girl.

Y/N talked about her love for horror movies, even though Sam already knew that. She mentioned her fear of the Babadook, and Sam found that hilarious (and cute). She even mentioned a “band” she was in with her friends.

“I play the guitar for my friend’s shitty band,” Y/N admitted with a slight frown as she picked at her food.

Sam noticed the slight frown and the way Y/N’s eyebrows turned down, “You in a band? I don’t believe it. Bud why do you sound so disappointed?” She questioned.

Y/N sighed as she looked up at Sam, “It’s not a band; we just do shitty covers of songs for fun. That’s about it. But we don’t do it as much anymore because we all moved to different states for college.”

As Y/N spoke, Sam felt her heart break a little when the woman mentioned how her friends had moved away from each other. Against her better judgment, Sam reached across the table and grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing it gently, subconsciously rubbing her thumb on the back of Y/N’s hand, “I’m sorry about your friends moving, Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes quickly shot toward Sam’s hand, and smiled at the contact. She wasn’t used to Sam being nice to her, so seeing this new side of Sam was interesting, but she slightly missed the grumpy Sam she had grown accustomed to. As Y/N admired how Sam’s hand squeezed her own, Matt quickly made his way to the table, a knowing smirk plastered on his face when he saw the women rapidly pull their hands back when they felt his presence. “Alright, ladies, how are we doing the check today.”

“Seper-” Sam began to say, but Y/N quickly cut her off.

“Together, please,” Y/N stated while looking at Matt, refusing to acknowledge the death glare sent at her from the end of the table.

“Okay, I will be right back with your check,” Matt said, hoping to leave the tension-filled area as soon as possible.

Once he left, Y/N looked at Sam with puppy dog eyes and gave her the most loving smile she had ever seen, which made her heart yearn. “When you told me about what you like to do, you always mentioned how Tara liked to do them. You always said, ‘Tara and I’ or ‘I do this because of Tara.’ You never said that you do anything for yourself. I’ve known Tara for roughly six months now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do anything just for yourself; you are always taking care of others. You never let anyone care of you. So tonight, I want to do that. If you’ll allow me.” Y/N said softly, hoping she didn’t push things too far. She wanted Sam to know she cared for her and saw her as more than just her best friend’s sister.

Sam didn’t say anything back. She couldn’t. Sam tried to muster up words, even a thank you, but nothing left her lips. She simply nodded her head, praying that Y/N would understand her predicament. Sam never had anyone in her entire life do something for her that was out of the kindness of their heart. They always expected something in return, but when Y/N smiled at her after she handed Matt her card and asked her if that was okay with her, she felt every doubt she had about Y/N slip her mind. Y/N ignored the tiny tears that formed in Sam’s eyes, and Sam felt like kissing her for not saying anything about it.

Once Matt returned Y/n’s card, they left the restaurant and got into Y/N’s car. Sam was the first to break the silence as they drove toward the movie theater. “Thank you,” was all she said. Y/N looked at her and smiled, admiring the alluring woman on her passenger side. She started to let her eyes wander down to Sam’s breasts but was interrupted by Sam yelling, “Watch Out!” Y/N quickly slammed on the brakes, almost running the red light.

Sam was getting ready to rip apart Y/N for being reckless but was interrupted by Y/N’s laughter. Sam didn’t understand why the woman was laughing, but she soon joined in until she gained enough sense to ask her why it was funny. Y/N turned up the radio as Taylor’s voice softly sang, ‘You almost ran the red ‘cause you were lookin’ over at me.’ Sam rolled her eyes and softly slapped Y/N’s arm as the other woman drove again once the light turned green. They both ignored the way Sam’s hand never left Y/N’s arm.

The movie theater was in an outlet strip mall, surrounded by food places and clothing stores, but most importantly, a dollar store. “Come on; we’ll go to the dollar store, buy our sneaks, and get our popcorn and soda at the theaters,” Y/N said as she got out of the car and approached the store. Sam laughed at Y/N’s words but quickly followed behind the woman.

As they are walking, a faint song could be heard playing over the speakers, and Y/N suddenly spins around in a circle with her arms stretched outwards, singing, “To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you’d call and say, ‘Meet me behind the mall.’” She ended while pointing at Sam.

Sam stared blankly at the girl while saying, “I will never call you nor tell you to meet me behind some mall,” with a serious tone but a playful glint in her eyes. Y/N just scoffed at Sam’s remark, goes to say something, but closes her mouth, as they approached the front doors of the store.

Y/N held the door open for Sam, then led the woman to the candy aisle in record time. This clearly was not the woman’s first time sneaking in candy. “I’m going to get some sour patch kids along with-What the fuck?!” Y/N exclaimed as she bent down and got a closer look at the candy.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked while laughing at Y/N’s words. She reached for her own box of sour patch kids.

“I’m going to cry. They don’t have cookie bites,” Y/n said as she stood up and pretended to wipe a tear from her eyes, “my life is over now.”

“You can probably buy some at the theater,” Sam suggested as they made their way to the checkout.

“Yeah, but I’m not paying $6.50 for a box of candy,” Y/N grumbled with a slight pout on her lips. Sam almost kissed it off of her.

“Whatever, stop being a baby,” Sam stated when she saw Y/N cross her arms as if she was throwing a fit. Y/N mumbled something under her breath at her remark.

Sam paid for her snack while Y/N paid for hers and left the store. Y/N led them back to her car, where she grabbed her backpack purse and put the snacks inside, then they made their way toward the theater. Once again, Y/N held the door open for Sam as they entered the theater.

The two got their tickets and ordered drinks and popcorn while Y/N still groaned about her cookie dough bites. After entering their auditorium, they sat down and silently watched the previews. They had rather good seats, third row from the front and in the middle. Sam just hoped it wasn’t too busy for no particular reason at all.

Once the lights start to dim, the screen cuts to a woman walking through a puddle on the ground, and Y/N immediately turns to Sam, “We come to this place for magic,” she says along with Nicole Kidman on the screen. “We come to AMC theaters to laugh, to cry, to care. Because we need that, all of us.”

Sam rolled her eyes at Y/N’s words, trying to pay attention to Nicole, but then turned toward Y/N once she stopped talking, “If you do not stop, I will leave.” Sam threatens.

Y/N smiles as she continues, “That indescribable feeling we get when the lights begin to dim, and we go somewhere we’ve never been before.”

Sam quickly looks around, only seeing four other people spread throughout the room before whispering, “Stop it right now, or I will walk out. I’m serious, Y/N.”

“Not just entertained, but somehow reborn together again. Dazzling images on a huge silver screen–hey, where are you going?” Y/N asks whenever Sam gets up to leave. Whisper-shouting at Sam as she walks up the aisle, “Sam, come on, stop being an asshole.” And with that, Sam walks out of the theater. Y/N felt her heart shatter when Sam left; she felt she had fucked up her one chance to be with the woman of her dreams. All she wanted to do was make Sam laugh and forget about all her problems, but all she did was make it worse. Y/N was an overthinker, and her thoughts quickly filled up with outcomes of her and Sam’s situationship–if one could call it that–and none of them were good.

Filled with shock and not knowing what to do, Y/N quickly sends Tara a text message telling her that Sam had just walked out on her. Tara soon responds with a thumbs up, saying, “Very nice.” Y/N grumbles at the text message but shuts off her phone and slides down into her seat, praying that no one else in the theater just watched the perfect woman leave her.

The intro to No Hard Feelings begins to play as she gets ready to text Sam, ‘I’m sorry I continued talking after you told me to stop. I should have listened to you. I was just trying to make you laugh, and I didn’t mean to upset you. Will you please come back and watch the movie? If you don’t want to, I will take you home. I am so sorry, Sam. Please give me another chance. I really like you, and I don’t want to mess this up,’ but before she hits send, Sam walks back to her seat and pretends as if nothing happened. Y/N quickly turns off her phone, hoping Sam didn’t read any part of the pitiful message she almost received.

“Jesus Christ, Sam! Don’t do that! I thought you had left!” Y/N whispered while Jennifer Lawrence appeared in the background screen. Sam chuckled before shoving a small candy box into Y/N’s side.

“You got me my cookie dough bites? Why?” Y/N quietly asked while looking at Sam like she had just hung the moon and stars.

“So you won’t bitch the whole movie. Now shut up; Jennifer Lawrence is on screen.” Sam said with her eyes glued to the screen, trying her best to ignore the woman she’s put in a trance beside her.

When a beach scene comes up, Y/N leans forward in her seat; her lips form into a mischievous smirk while her eyes are lustful. Sam is about to ask Y/N why she is so suddenly interested in the movie when a naked Jennifer Lawrence storms the beach and beats up three teenagers, even suplexing one. “I want her to do that to me,” Y/N muttered, staring at Jennifer Lawrence like she was a god. Sam just scoffed at the woman, her chest getting heavy with jealousy, but nodded in agreement because same.

When the movie ends, everyone begins to leave the auditorium except Y/N. “Hey, the movie’s over; let’s go,” Sam says quickly, placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder while she stands up.

“There might be a post-credit scene, so we must stay,” Y/N says, looking up at Sam with puppy dog eyes.

Rolling her eyes at Y/N’s words, Sam states dryly, “Not every movie needs a post-credit scene.” Y/N stares at Sam before getting up, causing Sam to move her hand from Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N frowns slightly at the loss of contact but doesn’t say anything as they leave the room.

When heading towards the doors to leave, Y/N quickly stops as she exclaims, “Oh my god, Sam! I have to get your picture next to it.” Sam turns to look at what Y/N is talking about and then rolls her eyes.

Y/N has stopped in front of the Barbie poster. “I am not taking a picture with the Barbie poster, Y/N,” Sam said as she crossed her arms.

“Yes, you are. Now get it in front of it.” Y/N said as she put the popcorn bucket between her arm and side and took out her phone.

“No.”

“Sam. Get it in front of the poster. Now.”

“Why?”

“Because it will be funny, Sam! Just do it for me.” Y/N pleaded, already having her phone opened to the camera. Sam rolled her eyes at the woman and walked over to the poster. She stood with her hands by her side and didn’t even bother to smile. “Come on, take your picture.”

“No, you have to smile and do the pose Margot Robbie is doing.” Y/N motioned to the poster beside Sam.

Sam turned her head and looked at Margot Robbie's pose, “absolutely not, Y/N. You wanted a picture of me next to the poster, and you will get it. Just take the damn picture you-hey! Do not throw popcorn at me!” Sam exclaimed as she reached down the front of her dress to grab a stray piece of popcorn Y/N had thrown at her.

“I will continue throwing popcorn at you until you do the damn pose!” Y/N deadpanned, getting ready to throw more popcorn. Giving in, Sam raised her right leg slightly and lifted her left arm up into the air with barely a smile. Y/N quickly took the picture with a giant smile on her face, definitely because she had gotten Sam to do the pose and not because when Sam lifted her leg, it showed off more skin.

After the picture was taken, Y/N showed it to Sam, “See? You look so beautiful in it too.” Y/N said honestly as she tried to fight the blush that crept up her neck. Afraid to speak, Sam just nodded and told Y/N to send her that picture as they left the building.

When they arrive at Y/N’s car, Y/N again holds the passenger door open for her while saying, ‘My lady,’ as Sam gets into the vehicle. She smiles at the woman’s words as the door closes. Y/N jogs around to her side and gets in. “So, what did you think of the movie?” Y/N asked as she started the car and drove back to the Carpenter’s apartment.

“It was good; I’m glad that raunchy comedies are coming back; too many superhero movies,” Sam joked as she looked at the beautiful driver.

“I agree with you on that,” Y/N said as she stopped at a light and looked at Sam, quickly glancing at the woman’s lips before turning her attention back towards the road. Y/N hoped that Sam didn’t notice how she smiled when she looked at Sam’s lips, wondering if they felt as soft as they looked. As they drove, Y/N asked Sam to text Tara on her phone to let her know they were on their way back.

“Why can’t I just text her from my phone?” Sam questioned as she took Y/N’s phone from her hand.

“Because I might have texted her and told her that you walked out on me during the movie, so I feel like a text from me would be best.” Y/N reasoned as she brought the car to a stop at a light.

“Okay,” Sam simply said, not wanting to argue with the woman, “What’s your password?”

“120384.”

“Any significance?” Sam questioned while she typed in the password.

“Yeah, that’s when my wife was born. Natalia Alianovna Romanov,” Y/N stated with a dreamy voice.

Sam didn’t respond to Y/N, as she opened Y/N’s phone to the text message Y/N almost sent her. Her heart was flattered when she read, ‘I really like you, and I don’t want to mess this up.’ She felt her entire body heat up over those few words, and she couldn’t help herself as she thought about having a relationship with the younger woman.

Not wanting Y/N to know what she just read, she quickly backed out of the chat and entered her chat with Tara, “Alright, right do you want me to say?” Sam questioned as she read the text message Y/N had sent to Tara.

“‘Just kidnapped Sam, heading back to the apartment now. I severed minor damage, but I will live.’”

“Really? You kidnapped me? Alright then.” Sam laughed as she typed the message out. Y/N nodded her head in agreement.

The drive back was filled with jokes and laughter, and Sam pretended she didn’t notice how Y/N drove the entire way under the speed limit. When they arrived at the apartment, Y/N walked Sam back to her place. As Sam opened the door, she felt sadness fill her chest as she prepared to say goodbye to Y/N. “Despite my better judgment, I actually had fun with you tonight,” Sam said as she stood in the doorway to her apartment.

Tapping her foot on the ground, Y/N grinned at Sam, “Yeah, I had a lot of fun too, Sam. Even when you walked out on me.”

Sam laughed at Y/N’s remark and subconsciously moved closer to Y/N. When Sam stepped closer, Y/N rubbed the back of her neck while her eyes darted around the room. She took a deep breath before asking, “Would it be alright with you if we did this again sometime?”

Smiling at Y/N, Sam leaned in and kissed her cheek, leaving behind a faint outline of her lipstick, “Of course, Y/N, I’d love to go on another date with you.”

Flustered and taken awake, Y/N automatically placed her hands on Sam’s hips before dropping her hands back down to her sides in case she made Sam uncomfortable. “Yeah, a date. Of course,” Y/N said as they made eye contact and simultaneously looked at each other’s lips. Sam slowly leaned in to kiss Y/N when a voice called behind her, “Hey, you’re home!”

Tara practically ran to the door and quickly stopped when she saw how much space Y/N and Sam put between each other. “Am I interrupting something?” Tara questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No.” Y/N and Sam both exclaimed; now Tara knew that she had, in fact, interrupted something and was getting ready to smack herself for it too.

“Well, alright then. I’m just going to leave you two to it then.” Tara said as she sent Y/n a playful wink.

After ensuring Tara was far away, Sam returned to face Y/N, “Text me when you get home, okay?” She said as she placed her hand on Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N lightly pressed her face into Sam’s hand and gently kissed her palm. “I will, Sam. Don’t worry.”

They shared one last smile before Y/N left, but she stopped halfway down the hallway and sent Sam a wave. Sam softly smiled and blew Y/N a kiss, which the girl pretended to catch and place on her heart before turning to leave Sam with a yearning heart that they both shared.

When Sam saw Y/N disappear, she shut the door and made sure to lock up the front door before quickly disappearing into her room, sending Y/N a text asking if she had made it out to her car safely.

Unbeknownst to the two women, Tara crawled out from under the couch after listening to their entire conversation. She quickly sent Mindy a text, “Our plan worked!”

(I projected a little bit of my fear of the Babadook onto the reader ngl)

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wed-in-the-apocalypse · 1 year ago

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Caught

Tara carpenter x reader

Drabble 2

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2 months of dating Tara, it had to be the best 2 months of your life, but dating Tara also came with some difficulties, you see, it was hard not to tell absolutely everyone in the world about your beautiful, amazing, talented girlfriend: Tara Carpenter.

And this was one of those times.

You were hanging out with the core 4, along with Mindy's girlfriend and your best friend; Anika, and Ethan with Quinn.

You guys were walking in the city as usual, per Tara's request to explore the city, and of course you loved showing them around, but you weren't in the greatist mood, the problem was that Chad had been all over Tara the entire evening, you tried to keep your jealousness at bay, it wasn't his fault, afterall, your relationship with Tara was a secret, still you couldn't help but feel jealous at the sight of Chads arm slung over Tara's shoulder as he talked her ear off, but you tried not to look and kept going.

"Hey guys, Can we stop for some food?, I'm hungry" Ethan whined, "Sure, There's a pizza joint right here" Anika said, pointing at a small building, "There's alot of people in there.." Sam muttered, eyeing it wearily, "It's fine, I'll go in and grab some pizza," Quinn said from behind you, "Who has money?" "Oh, I do," You reached into your pocket and pulled out some 10 dollar bills, "Here" Quinn took it, "Thanks, Okay, What kinda pizza do you guys want?" "Mushrooms!" Chad exclaimed, "Pineapple is fine" Sam murmured, "Ugh, That's all so gross, Get some cheese pizza for me" Mindy made a disgusted look, (idk, mushrooms and pineapple on pizza is just gross to me) Quinn nodded and went inside.

You didn't have to wait to long before she came back with four boxes, "Thank god," Ethan whimpered, "Mmm, this is great" He said taking a huge bite out of his pizza slice, "Alright guys let's go back to the apartment" Sam called, so you all followed her back.

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When you got back and Sam finally found the key you all burst in, Mindy crashing into the couch as a loud groan left her, and you chuckled, "My fucking ass is sore," Mindy whined, "Why'd we have to go ice skating?" "Because i wanted to remember?," Anika said flopping on top of her girlfriend, "And it was funny watching you and Chad fall" "Hey!," Chad protested, "It was slippery.." They countinued to insult eachother and you sighed, quietly slipping into Tara's room, you sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, trying to get the image of Chad catching Tara from nearly falling on the ice out of your head.

It wasn't working very well.

You groaned, falling back on the bed and putting your hands over your face, you couldn't hear the quiet pitter-patter of feet over the yelling and laughing, the door creaked softly as a small head poked through the crack, "Hey baby," A voice said softly, "You okay?, You were quiet almost the whole time we were out" Tara approached the bed, sitting at your side, "Yeah, i'm okay Tar, just a bit tired" You gave her a comforting smile, but she knew better, she raised her brow, you sighed, you both knew you couldn't lie to her, "I just.. it's silly but, it, hurts.. watching you with Chad, i mean, he acts like he owns everything! And i know it's not his fault, we're a secret but still" You sniffed, moving to face the wall. She put her hand on your chin, making you face her, "Y/n, I want you to know that i don't have any feelings for Chad, He's just a friend, And if you want, I can tell him that, Okay?"

Tears welled in your eyes at her reassurance, you sat up, smiling at her, whispering a soft, "I know", you leaned in, and she met you halfway. The kiss was like a promise, filled with love, and passion, words can't describe how you felt in that moment, you could cry, it was overwhelming the feelings you held for Tara. You kissed her with everything you had, telling her without words that you would be with her forever, because words didn't matter. You broke for air but she pulled you back in, this time with more hunger, desire, she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, your tounge swipping over her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing your entry. Your hand snaked under her shirt, fingers softly scratching the perfect skin under her ribs, and she whimpered at the feeling.

You were to entirely entranced by one anothers beings to hear the footsteps approaching the door, you hadn't even noticed anyone else was in the room until she cleared her throat, you broke away. Anika was standing at the door, with the biggest grin on her face, "I fucking knew it!" Yours and Tara's faces were both bright red, from both emotion, and embarrassment. You stuttered out a "I-I-, Wait, you're not like, Mad?" Anika looked slightly confused at that, "What?, No?, I mean a little because you didn't tell me but no. I'm not Sam for fucks sake" A beat of silence passed, less than a second, as you both sat there in shock, "Okay, Well, I came to tell you guys that we're watching insidious," She went to leave, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Then she left you alone. Tara groaned, hiding her face in the crook of your neck as you laughed at her embarrassed state. She pinced your side, "It's not funny!" she complained, "Well it kinda is-" your sentence was cut short by Tara's lips on yours, she crawled back into your lap, and you happily shut up. "It's not funny" She muttered against your lips, "Okay, Okay, It's not funny" "Damn right" You chuckled at that, "Okay, I think we should go before they think we're having sex" You joked, and Tara nodded, sliding off of you, "Yeah, c'mon".

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You walked into the living room, suprisingly no one looked at you differently, Chad looked at you and Tara with a hint of jealousy, and Anika smirked at you, but the others were busy watching the movie. You moved to sit next to Ethan, and Tara sat in the empty space next to you, subtly putting her hand on yours, in the dim light of the tv, no one saw as Tara leaned her head on your shoulder, Sam though, had seen it, giving you a slight smile and an approving nod. You smiled back, turning to the tv, you melted into Tara, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.

Maybe this would work out.

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sorry for procrastinating on this drabble <3

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 2 years ago

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How about Tara and R grew very close, kissed here and there but then Tara friendzones R. R distances herself and only then Tara realizes that she wants more than friendship

We're Gonna Make It Work

5 times Tara and Y/N shared meaningless kisses + one time they actually meant it. Or: A quick 5 + 1 fic!

Disclaimer: certain themes in this story I don't have tons of experience with, so sorry if not everything's accurate. EX: I definitely haven't been to a college party lmao.

Tara and I met on our first day in college. Freshmen year in college is intimidating enough. Freshmen Year in a big city like New York is terrifying.

We bonded quickly, and soon enough I was spending tons of time with her friend group. I even introduced my roommate, Anika to my new friend, Mindy, and now the two are happily dating. It seems I've seamlessly assimilated into their group.

I've always thought she was extremely beautiful. I really don't want to risk the friendship I've worked so hard to build with her. At the same time, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to try.

The first time we kissed it was an accident. That's all it was. An accident.

She was blackout drunk at a party. Mindy and Anika had disappeared into some room. Chad was doing shots in the kitchen. Ethan was at his dorm, doing homework like the "quirky" pick me he is.

So many people crowded the building, dancing terribly to awful music, drunk on cheap booze. The frat house reeked of liquor and the distinct scent of marijuana.

Not to say I wasn't drunk too, though. Just less drunk than everyone else in the group. There was a slight wobble in my step as I walked from the kitchen to the living room, wanting to sit for a split second.

Tara had a three round winning streak at beer pong against some guy I'd never seen before. In the corner of my eye, I could see her downing a cup every 45 seconds or so. Maybe if the alcohol hadn't clouded my judgement, I would have been smart enough to get her away from that sooner.

It wasn't until I saw her wobbling towards the steps with he guy she had just been competing with that I sprang into action.

In retrospect, can see why people call booze liquid courage. Man, if I were sober, there would have been no way I would do what I did next.

"Hey, Tara, your boyfriend's looking for you," I grabbed her away from the clearly less drunk man in front of me. He reached out and grabbed her other arm, "she'll be fine."

"Her boyfriend is a football recruit," I lied, "he'll beat the shit out of your weak ass."

"What?" she slurred, unable to comprehend what I'm saying.

"I said, your boyfriend's here, let's go find him," I repeated, dragging her away from the situation.

"Why did you do thattttt," she whined once we're out of ear shot.

"He was taking advantage of you, you'll thank me in the morning," I told her, "you're a mess, let's get you home."

Luckily, her apartment wasn't far, because I was practically carrying her down the street. She flutters in and out of consciousness, making her balance even less stable.

The elevator ride was painfully quiet, what even is there to say. I opened the apartment door, guiding the barely conscious Tara inside. Immediately, I saw Sam, sitting in the kitchen. Waiting for us.

"Where were you?" she interrogated, "I was scared out of my mind."

"Hey, Sam, she's pretty fucked up right now, maybe you should wait for her to sober up. I'm gonna get her to sleep, okay?" She nods, angrily. I can tell she isn't happy about this.

I walkedvTara down to her room, setting her down on the bed.

"Goodnight, Tara," I smiled, helping her take off her shoes and pulling the blankets up over her.

"Night Night, pretty girl," she pulled my face down for a quick kiss.

What the fuck is happening? I could taste the burning liquor on her lips. She's gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning. I quickly break away, I can't do this while she's drunk.

The second time we kiss, she's actually sober.

It's a silly situation, really.

We're at Rockefeller center, shopping for clothes on sale. They put up the ice rink for the winter. Even though it's technically November, I guess New York doesn't care about technical seasons though.

Tara and I stroll down the pavement, warm coffee in our hands. She's very cute all bundled up in her winter gear. A beanie compresses her bangs, and her winter coat looks nearly suffocating yet not nearly arm enough for a New York winter.

"Fuck," she mumbles, looking behind us.

"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"I need you to kiss me, right now," she commands.

"Damn, at least take me out to dinner first," I laugh awkardly.

"Y/N, shut up and do it, I'll explain later," she pleads. I happily oblige her, allowing her lips to make their way to mine. She caresses my cheek through her gloved hands, and I find myself lost in a daze. She's good at this. Her hands slide down my face to wrap themselves around my neck and she slowly breaks the kiss. A part of me wished it would never end.

"So you wanna tell me what that was about?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Creepy ex, wanted to make sure he didn't think he had a shot," she explains. My face falls. Such an amazing experience, ruined by the context.

"I'm sorry, Tar," I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her.

We kiss for a third time a month later.

"Hi," I smile, walking through the apartment door, "why'd you call?"

"I don't know, I'm just bored I guess," she shrugs.

"Okay," I say. To be honest, I needed something to do with my afternoon, and who better to spend it with.

We decide to put on a movie, Clueless. I found some popcorn in the cabinet, so I decided to microwave some up.

I place the metal bowl between us on the couch. I think if I'm much closer to her I might try to kiss her again.

"So, what have you been doing these past few weeks?" she asks.

"The usual," I respond, "homework, my job, and sleeping. And you?"

"Yeah, just homework," she purses her lips, trying to think.

God what I would give to feel those soft warm lips again.

"No, I've also been reading some weird ass Stephen King book about a guy going crazy."

"So pretty much every Stephen King book?" I ask.

"Not true!" she playfully shoves me, "IT is about multiple people going crazy. The Dark Half is about someone who thinks he's crazy, but also knows he's not. There's lots of non insanity related ones too."

"Nerd," I playfully tease her.

"Shut up," she laughs.

"Make me?" I tease her more.

"Nope, sorry, you gotta earn that," she teases back.

I open a beer for each of us, "It's happy hour somewhere."

"It's 4:30, so we're not doing terribly," she reminds me.

"We're great at this," I joke.

"So great at this."

We go back to the movie, it's such a classic. Other than the ending, it's a perfect movie.

She smiles a priceless smile when Cher assumes Tai doesn't know seven multiplied by seven.

"This girl! I swear, she was a perfect casting for Tatum in Stab!"

"You have a great smile," I muse aloud, quickly regretting it. Damn it. Why did I say that?

"Thank you," I can see a blush creeping up her cheeks as she starts to smile even wider.

The movie seems to fade out of view as does everything else except us. The popcorn bowl is quickly discarded and her lips crash onto mine, kissing with a desperation so strong it's almost aggressive. I immediately reciprocate the kiss, leaning forward to get closer to her.

"If we do this," she pants in between kisses, "there's no strings attached."

I nod in agreement.

We fall into a routine of kissing or hooking up no strings attached. I know friend with benefits never works. Especially if you already have feelings for that person but god, she's irresistible.

There's two notable times after that afternoon when it feels different.

The first time, she's coming out of a rough therapy session.

"Hello, this is Y/N L/N," I answer the phone.

"Hey, Y/N, it's Tara," I can hear her voice crack.

"Hey Tara, what's up?" I ask.

"C-can you come over?" she says, trying to sound nonchalant about it. I see right through her facade.

"On my way, stay safe, pretty girl," I rush to the subway, trying to catch the first train I can to her side of the city.

I practically tear down the door to get into the apartment, there's nothing to do but make a beeline for Tara's room.

"Hey Tar, I'm here," I quietly announce.

She bolts up and wraps herself around me in a near suffocating hug. Her tears soak their way through my shirt, and I caress her hair comfortingly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.

"No," she shakes her head.

"Can I do anything at all to help?"

"You can distract me," she winks. I nod, a little unsure of what to do.

Is this really the right time to hook up with her? Like she should be in a place of emotional stability to properly consent, right?

"Y/N, I know your like panicking about the morals, but please. Just do it. I need it. Please?" she widens her eyes pleadingly. How can I say no to that?

The next time of note is also the last time.

I've become unhappy with this whole "friends with benefits thing." I know, it was stupid of me to agree to it in the first place. And don't get me wrong, I've had tons of fun. So much fun. But there's limits to our situation.

I want to be able to tell her how I feel, I want strings attached. I want to take her out on dates, and hold her hand in front of our friends.

It's a freezing cold Thursday, I'm so tired. I forgot my textbooks at Tara's apartment after our "study" session last night, so i had to take a subway back to get them, which made me late the the only lecture I was interested in. Damn it.

I had thirty minutes to kill until my next class, so here I am, in the school courtyard, thinking about Tara.

Do I love her? Yes.

Does she love me? I don't know.

Will telling her I need to be more than just friends with benefits risk everything? Yes.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear, because right as I'm thinking about this, I see a short brunette making a beeline towards me. I think this means we need to discuss this.

"Hey there, tiny Carpenter," I tease her.

"Shut up!" she gets on the tips of her toes to pat my head.

"Do you wanna come over tonight?" I ask, "Anika and Mindy are having a date night?" I figure then would be a good time to tell her.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur and just a few hours later, I hear Tara's familiar voice at my door.

I take a deep breath, "Hey Tar, can we talk? I ask.

"What's up?" she asks.

"I feel like this isn't working," I admit, it's pretty obvious almost immediately what I'm talking about.

"O-oh," she stammers, "why?"

Oh god this is so awkward, like what are you supposed to say, yeah no I'm in love with you.

"I.... cuz friends with benefits never works out when there's feelings involved," I word vomit.

"Oh...."

"Yeah...."

We sit in an awkward silence.

"Tara, please say something," I say quietly.

"I'm so sorry, I can't do this anymore," she gets up and leaves, but I'm frozen in my seat. Unable to move.

I don't see Tara except in a few classes for at least a month. Though it could have been longer or shorter. Not like I want to see her though.

The days begin to blend together in a big lengthy mess.

I barely turn my assignments in, and the best grade I've gotten was a low C.

I go to parties more often than before. Hooking up with strangers, drinking myself to a blackout and being hungover as hell in the morning.

Anika's voiced her concern for me, but I find it so hard to listen.

I'm just numb.

I don't think I ever felt anything before I met Tara, and I don't think I'll feel anything again without her.

And to think of all the times we've kissed, made out and hooked up. Did those mean anything to her? She barely meets my gaze in class.

We haven't talked at all.

Lying down in my bed, I stare at the ceiling, out of the corner of my eye, I can see the date on the calendar.

March 7. It's been four months since our kiss at Rockefeller. I guess I should just forget about that though.

I hear a quiet knocking on my door, "come in, Anika.

The door slowly creaks open and in steps Tara.

"Hey," she says quietly. I scramble up to my feet, preparing to tell her to get out.

"Before you scream at me and tell me to go away, just let me talk?"

I nod wondering why can I never say no to her. I gesture for her to sit next to me.

"Look, I fucked up," she admits, "friends with benefits almost never works out. And I'm so so sorry. I didn't realize fucking it up would mean hurting you. I really thought about what you said."

"What did I say?" I asked.

"That what we had wasn't working," she says.

"And what have you decided?"

"It wasn't," she reassured me, "but it could."

I'm totally taken aback, "If you think I want to be 'just a friend that you sometimes fuck,' you're crazy, Tara."

"No, I mean a real relationship," she blurts.

"Huh?"

"Y/N, I have feelings for you!" she exasperatedly exclaims.

"Y-you do?" I ask incredulously.

"Yeah, I do," I see a blush creep up her cheeks.

"Well I like you too," I smile. She starts to get closer to me, but I stop her, "Look, give me a week to turn around my mental wellbeing, and I'll take you out on a date. I want to do this, but I want to do it right."

"Take your time," she smiles back, "see ya on Saturday for this 'date' you wanna take me on."

She winks, gets up, and leaves the dorm, blowing me a kiss on the way out.

We're gonna make this work.

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haddonfieldwhore · 2 years ago

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scary dog privilege pt2- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

2.2k words // part 1

warnings: mentions of death, violence, blood/gore language, one instance of y/n, not edited

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in the last 12 hours, you and ethan had grown very close, despite the more than unusal circumstances; or maybe because of them. both having been thrown into such a crazy situation, with a masked killer on the loose, it made it a little better that you weren’t going through it alone. everyone in the group had someone - tara and sam had eachother, same with chad and mindy. ethan and you were by far the most outcasted from the group, so in a weird way it brought you together.

sam and tara had been attacked by a killer in a ghostface mask at a bodega on the way to the police station last night, confirming that the murder that had happened a few hours before was in fact no coincidence. woodsboro had followed sam and tara and their friends to new york, and by association, you, ethan and everyone else were potential targets as well as potential suspects.

it was now daytime, sam and tara having spent all night at the police station. everyone except danny, sam’s neighbour friend, were sat outside the college campus, listening to mindy go over the rules of a franchise; which is what she determined you were all in at this point. sitting on the bench next to ethan with your legs across his lap, as mindy stood in front of the group.

“listen up nerds. as terrifying as this situation is, i’m actually glad i get the chance i get to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time. now, it seems like the killer is out to make a sequel to the requel,” mindy began.

“um- what’s a requel?” anika asked, raising her hand.

“sweetie, you’re beautiful. let’s hold all questions till the end,” mindy said.

“stab 1 took place in woodsboro…. stab 2 took place in…college,” sam recalled.

“i don’t like this,” ethan shook his head.

“do we think the killer is following the movies?” tara asked.

“it’s possible, and it would make sense if this was a regular sequel. but nobody just makes sequels anymore, we’re in a franchise! and there are certain rules to surviving a franchise!” mindy explained.

“i had a feeling,” sam sighed.

“everything has to be bigger than last time. forget about the legacy characters; canon fodder at this point. only brought back to be killed of in a cheap bit for nostalgia bit. it’s all about doing something different to keep people coming back: longer chase scenes, higher body count. if the killers last time were whiney, snowflake film nerds with letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can expect it to be the opposite this time. new city, suspicious new characters added to the friend group to round out the suspect list. and that’s not even the worst part,” mindy went on.

“oh this is where she tells us the worst part,” chad chimes in.

“the thing about franchises is that they’re ongoing episodic storylines… which means that main characters are expendable now too. meaning any of us could bite it at any time… especially sam and tara.”

“wait- am i in the friend group?” ethan asked, and mindy nodded.

“yeah i feel like i don’t really qualify,” you added. “i didn’t even know you guys 2 days ago.”

“this is true. it would seem you just have terrible timing. plus- you are from woodsboro, so that probably counts for something,” chad said, and unfortunately you realized he was probably right.

“but-i’m not like… one of the targets?” ethan asked, to which mindy nodded again and responded with a simple ‘mhm’.

“am i gonna die a virgin?” ethan asked, perhaps not realizing he said it out loud.

“that was a weird overshare.” mindy said, making a face.

“and by the looks of it i don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” chad teased, gesturing to you and ethan. a blush formed on ethan’s face and you gave chad the finger, although you weren’t really that offended. he returned the gesture with a smile, and you knew he had just been teasing.

“first up; ethan, the shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky-“ mindy continued her speech.

“watch it,” you threatened, giving her a nasty look.

“why am i on the suspect list? because i’m randomly chads roomate?” ethan asked.

“roomate lotteries can be juked- you could’ve fixed it to get next to us!” she said, turning her attention to you. “and you- clearly you have some unresolved anger issues, and you suspiciously found your way into our friend group the night the killings started. not to mention the fact that you look like you know how to murder someone and get away with it.”

“for the record - i was not exactly trying to join your friend group; no offence.”

“so how did you end up with us last night?” tara asked genuinely.

“we were together at the frat party when you all left,” ethan explained. “we have econ together.”

“together.. at the party?” chad asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, and tara slapped his arm. “sorry.”

“i’m in your film studies class too,” you said to mindy, ignoring chads question.

“interesting. so you also have a connection to the first victim.”

“mindy- i know you’re having your patented monologue moment, but i was at the same party as you when the murder happened. and i was in the apartment with you when sam and tara were attacked- we all were.”

“there’s always more than one killer- which brings us back to ….quinn - the slutty roomate; a horror movie classic.”

“sex positive, and… thank you?” she said, a confused look on her face.

“how exactly did you come to live with sam and tara?”

“i answered their ad online-“

“okay, say no more; you’ve already implicated yourself enough,” mindy interrupted.

“it was an anonymous ad mindy, plus her dad is a cop-“

“and that makes it more likely that she’s the killer becasue having a cop dad is a great cover- do you not remember how these movies work tara?” she yelled. “and finally; anika,” she said gesturing to her girlfriend, who blew a kiss at her, which mindy returned. “never trust the love interest.” her eyes narrowed, and anikas smile dropped.

“okay.. so we have our rules. and we have our suspects.”

“uhh what about you guys?” ethan suggested, referring to the four survivors from last years attacks.

“i think it’s safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year,” mindy smiled.

“agreed.” chad said, pointing at her.

“well what if it is one of you. i mean what if the trauma from the last killing spree got to be too much and one… or more of you snapped.” quinn suggested.

“or- what if all of the killings made you thirsty for more? i mean to be honest some of the theories online about sam…” ethan started.

“don’t you fucking dare.” tara snapped, and he raised his eyebrows, but didn’t continue his sentence.

“ok let’s just face facts. if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.” anika said.

everyone silently agreed, eyeing eachother nervously as you

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everyone was back at sam and tara’s apartment, except for ethan, who had said he was going to econ. with everything going on you decided not to go, as well you thought better to stay with the group than split up. you had tried to convince ethan to stay as well, but he said his dad would kill him if he didn’t go - he was super uptight about grades and stuff.

sitting on the couch with anika as chad, mindy, tara and sam were in the kitchen, you started to wish you had gone with ethan. what if something happened to him?

“shit,” you muttered under your breath, and anika looked over at you.

“hey… if you’re worried about ethan, i’m sure he’s fine. he’s with a bunch of people in class right?” she smiled. you were thankful for the reassurance, and to her surprise you smiled back.

“you’re right… thank you.”

“you seem cool. i wish we met under better circumstances,” she admitted, and you were a little surprised; she was one on the only people in ethan’s friend group who had been nice to you.

“yeah, me too.”

“so.. you and ethan?” she asked playfully, and you shrugged, looking at your phone awkwardly, secretly hoping he would text to say he was alive or something.

“i don’t know. we made out at the party and then… all this happened.” you said. it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. you wondered what you would be doing right now if you hadn’t talked to ethan at the party. “he’s cute though. it’s nice to have a … friend through all this i guess.” you weren’t sure why you were being so open with her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little better after talking about how you were feeling.

“well, i think after all this is over we could be friends. isn’t stuff like this supposed to bring people together?” she said, and you felt your phone buzz in your lap. “is that him?”

“yeah; he’s just checking in,” you answered, before typing a reply to ethan to let him know you were all okay. you typed out “i miss you” but decided against sending it, instead erasing the message and dropping your phone back on your lap. it soon buzzed again, and you picked it up, expecting it to be ethan again.

banging sounds could be heard from quinn’s bedroom, and you assumed it was her and her guest going at it again, until you heard the four voices in the dining room hush and someone mutter a quiet “oh my god.”

looking at your phone, you opened a text from an unknown number to be met with a photo of someone in a ghostface costume holding a bloody quinn, just on the other side of the door. everyone gathered next to you and anika in the living room, and you all stood in silence staring at the door to quinn’s room.

“run,” mindy spoke, and the door swung open, quinn’s body landing on you and anika, knocking you both to the floor. ghostface followed close behind and slashed at mindys arm, as chad and tara ran out of the apartment, leaving you, mindy, anika and sam. pushing quinn’s bloodied body off of the two of you, terror flashed in your eyes as the killer dove towards you, and you sent him backwards with a boot to the chest. he went after anika next, his hands wrapping around her throat and lifting her off the ground, and she squirmed around before he pinned her to the wall and drove his knife into her stomach. she screamed in pain as the killer twisted the knife and dragged it upwards, blood pouring from the wound before you picked up a dining room chair and slammed it over his back. the killer dropped anika to the ground, and you and mindy grabbed her and followed sam into quinn’s room, managing to slam the door just in time. the killer banged against it repeatedly and you turned the lock, leaning against the door as you breathed heavily.

“mindy- bathroom door,“ sam whispered, and mindy hurried to lock door on the other side of the room to the adjacent bathroom, where you heard her exclaim, you assumed at the sight of quinn’s lovers body, considering he was nowhere to be seen. sam followed walked over to the window, and you heard her slide it open as you held your hands against anikas stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

sam and mindy screamed, the killer having come around to the other side of the door through the bathroom, throwing his body against it and trying to break open the lock. you and anika ran over, and tried to help mindy hold the door closed. after slashing at you with the knife, creating a deep gash in your shoulder blade, the four of you managed to push him out, barricading the door with a dresser. it wouldn’t hold him off for long, and he continued to kick at the door as danny, sams boyfriend next door slid a ladder over the expanse between the two windows for you all to crawl across.

“she’s loosing a lot of blood,” mindy said, referring to anika.

“say something more positive!” she cried in response, as sam started climbing out the window. sam made it across, calling for mindy to come next. you and her were using your weight to hold the dresser in place, trying to keep the killer out of the room with all of your strength.

“someone has to hold the door. y/n you go, i’ll get anika next.” she suggested instead, and you knew mindy just wanted to stay behind to protect her girlfriend. somehow even with everything that was currently happening, your mind flashed to ethan; and you were thankful that he wasn’t here, and that he was somewhere safe. “come on!”

you shrieked as the killer managed to get the door slightly open, and reach his arm through, the silver knife in his hand catching your cheekbone and leaving a long cut behind. mindy still leaning all of her weight against the dresser nodded at you to go, and you made your way to the window, grabbing hold of the ladder. sam and danny were holding it steady on the other side, and all you could think was

do not look down

do not look down-

you crawled across the cold ladder over the alleyway below; which was surely a 30 foot drop if not further. you made it across and danny pulled you into the apartment, as sam called for anika to come next. her and mindy went back and forth on who should go across first, and anika promised to be right behind mindy. pressing a tearful kiss to her shaking girlfriends lips, mindy started her crawl across the ladder as you all held the ladder steady from the other side.

you watched as the dresser continued to shake from the killer kicking the door to get in, and anika cried that she couldn’t do it as she approached the window, her trembling hands gripping the ladder with blood covered fingers. she was bleeding badly from her stomach, but with reassurance from mindy and sam, she got onto the ladder and slowly started moving across it. she was about a third of the way across, and the four of you in danny’s apartment watched with wide eyes as the killer broke into the room with no one’s weight holding the dresser.

“what?” anika asked, noticing that all of you had gone silent.

“anika you need to move right now!” mindy and sam yelled, urging her to continue across the ladder. she looked back as the killer stabbed the knife into the windowsill, and grabbed hold of the ladder. anika screamed and held on for dear life as he began to shake the ladder up and down, and then from side to side; attempting to throw her off of it.

the four of you tried desperately to hold it steady, mindy in hysterics. begging the terrified to hurry across the ladder. she managed to move slightly forward and was almost close enough to reach sams outstretched hand, as she called for her to take it. the ladder shook hard as she tried to grab hold of sams hand, and the killer twisted it to side, causing anika to fall screaming to the ground below, her head slamming into the open dumpster below. mindy balled next to you, and you all stared across the alleyway at the killer, as he picked up the knife and walked out of view.

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biblio-smia · 2 years ago

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in a city of millions

warnings: mentions of murder, large crowds pairings: none explicitly stated, gender neutral reader

masterlist | requests are open!

[one.] [two.]

here is the times square scene we deserved <3

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29TH. 9:02 PM.

The party had started by now, but you weren't worried. They never really got good until later.

The party was not far from Blackmore, but it fell just outside Sam's limitations for Tara by one subway stop.

You were understanding of Sam's sheltering of Tara but you were more understanding of Tara's craving of independence. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, even without the small army that accompanied her to the party.

If Tara was going, Chad would be there. Chad and Mindy were rarely separated and if Mindy was going, Anika would follow closely. Chad forced Ethan, who had completely forgotten about the party until approximately 9 hours ago.

As for you — well, it was Halloweekend.

The subway car came to a jolting stop, the person seated next to you roughly bumping into you. You got up and watched, doing a mental headcount of all your friends before getting out yourself. If all went well tonight, you all would have fun without Sam ever knowing about your little off-campus adventure.

You led everyone up and out of the station, for you were the only one who had traveled so far so frequently. With an occasional glance back to make sure your friends were all obediently following the leader, you trudged into the cool October air, the crisp breeze refreshing compared to the stuffiness of the subway.

Times Square gleamed as it always did, but it was always more beautiful at night. Giant lights illuminated the streets and the crowds of people moving to a unique destination, each one filled with determination and a little bit of impatience.

You joined this crowd, glancing at your phone briefly for a refresher of the address. With a final look behind you, you briefly considered making your friends link arms like in kindergarten; but there were too many moving pieces and you decided against it, settling for keeping your friends as physically close as possible.

The six of you moved as one, much to annoyance of everyone around you. The packed street was hard to push through, an influx of partygoers in different costumes forcing you to forcefully press on.

And then — some asshole in a mask rammed into your shoulder so hard your body turned sideways. Just as you were about to yell vulgar words at him he disappeared into the crowd. That’s when you realized — your friends were no longer behind you.

Sam was going to kill you.

“Tara!” You cried out, going back the way you came and shoving through the herds of people. You could barely see through the crowd, faces and costumes beginning to blur as the panic began to set in.

“Chad! Ethan!”

All manners were gone now. You yelled at pedestrians as you moved past them, curse words thrown your way in response. You didn’t care.

“Mindy! Anika?”

There she was! You sighed in relief, moving closer as the girl who was not Anika turned around. The panic hit heavier this time, hopelessness beginning to take over.

Your head flipped wildly from side to side as you finally found a break in the crowd, taking a second to recollect yourself. You pulled out you phone and sent a text to the group chat. They had to have realized you weren’t with them anymore and check their phones. You knew your friends; it was the most logical thing to do.

A sudden scream to your right caught your attention, already pounding heart going even faster. You watched as a girl slapped her friend’s shoulder, clearly embarrassed that she had gotten scared so badly. It was just a mask, after all.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you answered immediately. A voice spoke, but you could barely make out who it was with all the noise, thick crowd making it difficult to move.

“Hello? I can’t hear you, give me a second-“

You weren’t sure how quiet the city of New York could ever get, but you tried, moving into a clearing.

“Hello?”

Nothing. Yet the call was still going.

You looked around when you spotted a figure, clad in a black robe and a white face. A Ghostface costume. You rolled your eyes.

But this one might’ve been the one that bumped you, hard. This one was staring at you now, head tilting and although he was 30 feet away, his gaze on you didn’t break, not even when people disrupted his line of sight.

The figure sent a cold chill throughout your body. It could just be someone messing around but… something felt wrong.

You turned quickly and moved past all the bodies in your way. You were completely turned around now, unsure of your goal other than to get the hell away from whoever that was.

You made it out, into an alleyway. You looked around desperately for an alternative route, checking your phone for any missed messages. The lights were dimmer now, the creepy atmosphere making your skin crawl.

And then you saw it. A person — no, their body — slumped on the ground, a pool of blood underneath them. Above the body, a message written in crimson.

NO ONE WILL HEAR YOU SCREAM.

You did, anyway.

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ellebakers · 2 years ago

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☆ Dangerous

Ethan landry x reader (volturi)

a request from @scream-girl-imagines

Summary : your group of friends thinks you are ghostface since you always go out at night. if only they knew how much darker your secret is.

Warning(s) : blood + mention of death + vampires.

your life was just a race for centuries. literally. your friend samantha was complaining about having a serial killer as a father. your father is an original vampire, who turned billions of people into monsters, including your mother, whom he bit when she was pregnant with you. after your birth, your difference was very quickly noticed. your thirst for blood and your ability to make things move without even touching them immediately interested your father who understood how much you could serve him during battles. you've been running from your father and his group of dictators all your life. there is not a country, not a city that you have not known.

despite having seen the most beautiful wonders of this world, you have never been very happy until this day. the day you met him. ethan landry, your boyfriend. he was sitting at a table in the library where you worked. at night of course.

after weeks of flirting, you went on a date, then two and finally you got together. he then introduced you to his group of friends, who very quickly became your family, but everything was turned upside down the day some asshole decided to brandish the mask of ghostface and began to target your group of friends.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

"i'm fed up y/n." samantha yelled at you.

"why do you disappear every night ?" tara asked.

"admit it's fishy." mindy commented.

you felt the migraine coming. it was certain that they were going to accuse you. but you needed to go out at night to hunt. not with a mask. nor a knife. only with your fangs. thieves, rapists. you were killing bastards. no one would regret them. you understood the apprehension of your friends, but damn it pissed you off.

"are you ghostface ?"

a silence fell over sam and tara's apartment. you turned to the person who had asked the question. grief swept over you when you realized it was ethan.

you took deep breaths to calm yourself down, then you finally spoke. "I understand your doubts but I am in no way guilty of these attacks."

"so where are you disappearing to all these nights ?" asked your boyfriend. you leaned your head against the wall you were leaning against.

"i can not say it."

sam groaned hiding her face in her hands. "damn, why ?"

you were slowly losing patience. you wanted to tell them the truth, but they weren't going to believe you, and even if you didn't, they would be in danger if they ever learned of the existence of vampires.

"i have no right to tell you."

mindy chuckled. "because you are ghostface."

"NO." you screamed, and the glass that was on the table flew across the room and shattered against the wall above the television.

tara gasped then turned her head slightly towards you, terrified. then it was around others doing the same thing.

"how. how did you do that." ethan asked you.

your chest rose and fell rapidly. you were trying to calm yourself down by closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

"y/n." sam started but you stopped her. "shut up. I'm fed up with your bullshit. I'm not ghostface so get the hell out of me." with these last words you took your jacket and went hunting.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

you spent most of the night hunting. even if you wanted to escape the confrontation with your friends, you had to go back to get your things back.

when you entered the apartment, they were all sitting on the couch. a feeling of fear floated. ethan cleared his throat. "y/n" you cut it off by raising your hand. "stop. i just came to pick up my things."

suddenly, an icy laugh was heard, then a voice. a voice you unfortunately knew too well.

"oh my dear y/n, don't be in such a hurry and stay with us."

you froze in place. unable to believe for a second that he was there. despite your desire to flee, you turned to face this person you knew too well.

once in front of him, you took a deep breath.

"good evening caius."

the blond smiled at you. but not with a warm smile. rather like a maniac ready to attack.

"good evening y/n. it's a delight to see you."

the man walked over to you and took your face in his hands. "you are even more beautiful than when we last met."

you shuddered under his hands. how the hell did he manage to find you.

"what do you want."

he looked from your eyes to your lips. this proximity did not please ethan. caius then ran his hand through your hair. then he pulled violently on it, which made you cry out in pain.

your friends were rushing to help you. "get your hands of her, asshole." ethan exclaimed.

caius raised his eyebrows amusedly. he then turned his gaze to ethan, addressing you.

"the lover, isn't it." he was devouring your boyfriend with his eyes. literally. "he looks delicious."

"do not even think about it."

you threatened him. he turns to you again. "or what."

"you know what I'm capable of. don't test me."

he released you and slowly walked towards your group of friends while informing you of the reason for his visit. "your father requests your presence."

"no. you and the others, including my father. you can fuck off."

caius froze, then slowly he turned to face you. "are you sure of yourself ?"

you were terrified inside, but it was out of the question for you to show. then you nod.

"fine." he suddenly grabbed tara by the neck and pressed her to him.

chad and sam came forward protectively but you blocked their way. "let her go."

the man nuzzled your friend's hair. "she smells so good. do you know how long it's been since i've tasted blood this fresh."

"i'm repeating myself one last time. let her go."

"i'm willing to bet she's even tastier than she looks."

it was the word too much. you threw caius against the wall. obviously without touching him. sam and chad rushed at tara to pull her towards them. the blonde got up with a grunt. "you're going to regret it, you little slut."

you let your true nature shine through and your eyes turned red. he approached you and grabbed you but suddenly you threw him back into the air.

when he was about to attack you again. a voice was heard. "caius. stop." the voice startled you. you then turned and saw marcus.

the man smiled tenderly at you. "good evening my dear." he approached you and placed a kiss on your forehead. you let him. of all your father's accomplices, marcus was by far the one you hated the least. you loved him even more than your own father.

"tell your dog to go." you told him.

"what did you say." a very angry caius asked.

"do i need to remind you who you are talking to ?" marcus asked him.

the blonde growled. "being aro's daughter doesn't make her untouchable."

"wait for me outside." the older of the two men was beginning to lose patience.

caius. furious, went away.

marcus turned to you again. "he's always had a thing for you. that's why he acts like that." you roll your eyes. "i'd rather get burned on a log than be with him." your comment made him laugh, then he turned to your friends.

"good evening. it's a pleasure to meet you despite the circumstances." your friends shared a horrified and terrified look.

their gaze hurt your heart. but you put aside this feeling. "marcus, i don't want to see my dad and you know it."

"i know, but he really needs you to come."

you shrug your shoulders. "why ?"

he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "he wants to kill the cullens."

you widened your eyes. the cullens are a family of vampires. they have helped you more than once.

"why does he want to kill them."

"it seems that renesme, the daughter of bella and edward, has put herself in a bad position. he wants to fight and he needs you on his team."

"it is out of the question."

marcus looked toward the door to make sure caius wasn't there, then he leaned toward you. "i know it. he knows it too, that's why he's going to try to kill you."

you froze when you heard that. "i insisted on coming. i had to warn you."

"does he know the real reason for your coming ?"

he shook his head. "you know what you have to do, don't you."

you nodded. "i'll set off tonight."

marcus nodded and walked away. once sure they were gone, samantha locked the door and turned to you. "what the fuck was that."

"I am a vampire."

some of your friends were nervously giggling, while others were shaking.

"y/n it's not really the time to joke." sam got angry.

you crossed your arms over your chest. "do i look like I'm kidding."

"vampires don't exist." ethan exclaimed.

you turned to him and sighed. "listen. believe me or not, i don't care. i have to leave for italy, so please go back to your business and leave me alone."

your friends were about to retaliate but with a quick step you took your things and left.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

two days had passed since your argument with your friends. you quickly packed your bags and took a direct flight to italy. none of them had tried to reach you. not even ethan, and that hurt you. but you didn't have time to think about it. you were waiting in front of the door of the great hall of the castle where the volturis met.

a man you assumed was a newborn, walked up to you and looked down on you.

"they are ready to receive you."

you rolled your eyes at his condescending tone and followed him. the great hall had not changed. always those idious paintings that sent shivers down your spine. the volturis rose to receive you. all except marcus. strange, he was always present during these kind of meetings.

"my dear child." exclaimed your father, who of course was in the center of the assembly.

he approached to hug you, but you backed away. your gaze cold and expressionless. "i heard you wanted to see me."

he nodded smiling. arg, that psycho smile still scared you so much.

"yes. i guess marcus explained my situation to you."

you sneered. "did he explain to me that you want to kill the cullen family. yes."

aro turned his back on you and walked over to his chair. "well, their child has become reckless. She lives with werewolves and we can't accept that much mixing."

you blinked, trying to figure out the logic. "you want to declare a war for this ?"

he sat down and nodded. "exactly. and i want you to help me."

"why ?"

he clapped his hands like an overexcited child. "because my child. your abilities are necessary for us. you also know where each of them live. you could bring them to me."

you approached him smiling. "my dear father, i'm going to save you a waste of time, here is my answer. no. will not help you kill my friends."

"i knew you would answer this."

he tilted his head to the side and addressed the man who had taken you to the great hall. "let them in."

you frowned and watched the man walk out. then he came back with men who were all pulling people by the hair. your heart almost stopped when you recognized your boyfriend's voice. "let go of me you asshole."

then they brought in the rest of your friends. you advanced towards them but the voice of your father stopped you. "i wouldn't do that if i were you."

you turned to him, frowning. "why ?"

he tapped on the arm of his chair while smiling. "marcus wanted to help them. now he's burning in hell."

you felt your body being invaded by a wave of hatred.

"don't look at me like that. it's all your fault, if your bitch mother killed you when i ordered her to, then marcus would still be alive and your friends would be happy and safe far away."

the tears welled up in you. "oh look at you. you don't deserve my blood running through your veins. by the way." he snapped his fingers and a man grabbed you. ethan and your friends started fidgeting and screaming. "i think it's time to get my blood back."

the man grabs your face and brings a knife to your throat. a voice in your head kept screaming at you. "Do it. DO IT."

you let go then and the man flew in the air and went to impale himself on a point which served as decoration.

aro stood up clapping. "here is my child."

you got up and several men threw at you but you killed them without even touching them. breaking their necks, or gouging out their eyes. while advancing towards your father. his allies stood up but he motioned for them not to move.

"what are you going to do now ?"

you bent down and whispered to him. "burn you in hell."

without even touching him, he burst into flames. the pain made him stand up and scream but you watched him slowly die.

he was pushing his last when you advanced towards your friends to release them. ethan threw himself against you and hugged you. "i was so worried."

you pulled back and ran a hand over his face. "i know. but it's over now."

caius walked towards you quickly. "you think you can come here and kill aro without suffering the consequences, you little bitch."

your friends stood in front of you to protect you. the blonde stopped and laughed. "do you really think you can protect her from us ?"

your friends exchanged a look then in chorus said. "yes."

as the blonde smoked in anger, you pulled your friends by the hand out of the building. once outside, they took turns hugging you. ethan did the last and he couldn't take his lips off you.

you laughed and pushed him gently. tara cleared her throat and tugged your arm lightly. "um, there are strong arms coming towards us."

you looked in the direction she pointed and smiled. "I’ll be right back."

you advanced towards the "big arms" and greeted them.

"is he dead ?." one of them asked you.

"yes. the others are all yours. but I'm counting on you to be discreet."

the man laughed. "y/n you know that discression is not our thing."

you laughed in turn. "i know. Jacob."

he nodded then he and his pack changed into wolves before entering the castle to finish the job.

your friends were watching the scene, speechless.

chad started to stammer. "did they just turn into wolves ?"

you laughed and nodded. "it's best that you don't know about all the dangerous creatures that actually exist."

#ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you

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cherriesncinnamon · 2 years ago

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conflicted / ethan landry x fem!reader

synopsis: with ghostface mercilessly terrorising her friends, staying close is safer than splitting up. after quickly realising her apartment is no where near large enough, sleeping next to ethan landry was the only option. but hey, what's the worst that can happen when two people with intense feelings for one another share a bed?

warnings/tags: one bed trope, sexual tension, male masturbation, handjob, dry humping (kinda) loss of virginity, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home), scream vi spoilers, fem!reader.

word count: 2.0k.

a/n: ethan's a desperate little virgin bitch in this. it gets kind of emotional at the end?? don't ask i'm having a hard day😭

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With Tara, Mindy, Chad, Anika, and Quinn sprawled out on both her couch, and the floor, and one person without a place to rest, she fretted at the realisation that she would have to sleep next to a boy. And not just any boy, Ethan Landry. The tension between them was undeniable, they were just so frightened of the obvious truth. They weren't sure if they could trust themselves to not break lying beside one another, listening to the fast paces of their breathing, unbeknownst that they had the exact same tormenting thoughts.

The only light in the room is the soft glow of city lights cutting through the blinds, an amber hue covering the walls. They're both on the brink of sleep, staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for their bodies to give in and allow them to drift off to the subtle sounds of New York City traffic.

“What’re you thinking about?” Ethan breaks the unbearable silence, turning his head to face her, his doe brown eyes tired with fatigue.

“Hm? Oh, nothing. I’m just scared, that’s all. But, aren’t we all?” She replies nonchalantly, pained with mental exhaustion inside. Her wounds are continuing to heal following her last ordeal with Ghostface, acting as a constant reminder of her defeat.

“Yeah, I know. You don’t need to worry, I’ll be right here if he comes back.” Ethan consoles, smiling as he speaks to her in a soothing tone that makes her heart flutter. She responds with a subtle nod, not completely reassured, because who says he will be capable of fighting off a psychotic killer with a Buck 120?

The room suddenly feels hot, and becoming overheated under the thick sheets, she uncovers herself, revealing perhaps a little too much to Ethan, her nightgown laying loosely over her skin. He tries to stop staring at her, entirely captivated by her immense beauty.

"I'm going to try and get at least a minute of sleep, okay? Night." She says, turning over to her side, hair to falling down her back. Despite the blanket they are sharing being far too small, he doesn't say a word when she blindly drags the soft sheet over her shoulder, leaving half of his body exposed.

"Okay. Goodnight." Ethan answers back, his heart racing relentlessly while inappropriate thoughts dash through his mind at a dizzying pace. He stares shamefully at her soft defined curves, tensing the muscles in his abdomen in a weak attempt to halt the growing hardness in his sweatpants.

He felt disgusted with himself, taking advantage of her sleeping for the first time in weeks with his depraved eyes, yet he did not look aware for one moment while her virtuous frame lay flawlessly. Shifting in his position, Ethan gently rocks his hips, the contact with the fabric of his boxers and his crotch temporarily relieving the ache between his thighs. Every moment she stirs, his heart stops, frightened of waking her with his improper behaviour. He's close, so dangerously close that he's unable to stop, disregarding every particle of inhibition he had left.

Although Ethan believes she's completely knocked out, she can feel his jerked movements, surprisingly unfazed. She sits up, silk hair draping over her shoulders. His breath hitches, and he swiftly places his hands over his lap, blood rushing to more places than one.

"What're you doing?" She asks, not intending to embarrass him, simply intrigued to find out what mad excuse he was going to muster. Ethan stutters, face painted with fear, and oblivious to the fact that his hands are not doing much to hide him. She stares down at him with a lustful glare, lips gently pursed.

"Do you want me to touch you, Ethan?".

"Wh-what?" Ethan's eyes widen at her language, taken aback by the carnal hum in her voice. He's now so uncomfortably hard that even her fingertips on his hand would finish him off. His desires too powerful to stop, he mumbles please, unsure if he will be able to hold himself back from the softness of her lips, and the sweetness dripping from between her legs - something he had dreamed about for so long.

Wanting to please him, she inches her hand closer and closer to the place he needs her the most. Even under the layers, she sees the sheer size of him, suddenly feeling intimidated and flushed. With initial contact, he gasps, her touch being just as heavenly as he had imagined.

"Ah, fuck." Ethan can barely form words through his heavy breaths, his speech slurring as she touches his cock underneath his clothes, throbbing and painful. He hums softly, drunk, and too intoxicated to move. Seconds before he completely lets go, his conscience kicks in, and he grabs her wrist, halting her movements.

"We can't be doing this." He exclaims, his expression pained and frustrated. She tilts her head in confusion, swiftly retracting her hand while a wave of guilt blankets over her.

"If we go any further, I'll not be able to hold back, I can't resist you. I've wanted this, I've wanted you, for so long. You'll regret doing this." Ethan reveals much to his dismay, internalising how badly he wants this, and how much anguish is going to wash over him after he pushes her away. Her cheeks quickly bleed pink, the honesty and agony in his voice pulling at her strings.

"Why would I ever regret this? Why would I ever regret you?".

Without a single word or hesitation, Ethan turns and grabs the sides of her face, staring into her glistening eyes before finally making contact with her lips. His soft kisses place her in a tranquil state, she can no longer feel the constant racing in her head, or the weight on her back. Ethan takes her by her hips, grabbing her tightly and lifting her body onto his strong thighs. She sighs into his mouth in relief, sinking down onto his lap. He sucks gently at the supple skin on her neck, wrapping his arms around her sacred frame, bringing her as close to him as humanly possible.

As the pressure builds, she starts to grind herself against Ethan's hardness, to his instantaneous satisfaction. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he picks up the pace by grabbing her waist tight enough to leave purple marks where he once was. The lack of direct contact only fuels them more, the tension becoming insufferable to the point of insanity.

"Can I?" Ethan asks through rugged panting, tugging at the band of her panties underneath her nightgown. She nods in desperation, kicking them off and onto the hardwood flooring. Eagerly, he dips his fingers into the pool between her legs, deliberately taking time on her clit, causing her head to tilt to the sky.

"Does that feel good?" He questions, genuinely distrustful of his abilities. She's able to mumble a mhm mhm through uncontrollable breathing, the flutters in her pelvis growing by the minute. Seconds before the cord within her snaps, she removes his hand.

"Do you want to feel me?" She questions, knowing the answer, but determined to hear the words sprinkle off of his tongue like sugar.

"Yes, let me be inside you. Please." Ethan begs, grinding his hips against her pussy to relieve himself at the thought. Once his boxers are sitting just at his thighs, his cock springs out, hitting his lower stomach, tip lubricated with erotism. Her wetness only grew at the sight of him, veins spiralling around his length, throbbing and tense. Teasing him to the point of anger, she takes his cock and slides him her folds, playing with his soft curls as she does. He grunts animalistically, unable to hold himself any longer in her enchanting hands. Waves of bliss rode through his entire body, and never having experienced such feelings before, he speaks his truth.

"Wait. I haven't done this before."

"Neither have I." She admits back, a little laugh slipping out when she says it. The situation itself was not funny, it's the fact that the both of them were complete frauds, pretending they had even a tiny idea of what they were doing. Being untouched was purely a choice for her, men threw themselves at her like wild animals, but she had her eyes on one person, and one person only. For him, he was invisible to women, which never really bothered him either way, he wanted her, and solely her.

Looking up at her in veneration, chest heaving with nervousness, Ethan grips the base of his cock, his free hand holding the flesh at her hips. Anticipation consuming them, she slowly lowers herself onto him, fire spreading through her body as he stretches her walls. She stifles her whines of half pain, half pleasure, and observes his face grimace.

"Fuck, you feel so..." He can barely express himself, tightening his grasp on her hips to deepen himself into her slick cunt. Resting his head on her headboard, Ethan shuts his eyes while she begins to ride him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support. Leaning towards her, he peppers kisses on her partially exposed chest, eager to massage her tits with his palm. Still adjusting to his cock, she deliberately slowed down, wanting to lengthen the exhilaration. Inside of her, he thrusts his pelvis into her, hip bones hitting off of her inner thighs, hungry for a release. Little whines and moans slip from her lips, and Ethan smiles at her in gratification, reaching his fingertips down to her bundle of nerves, drawing circles that only intensify the searing pressure at her core.

"You're gonna make me cum. Fuck." Ethan groans, dragging out the last syllables of his words. The noise level rises more and more, and although they are both conscious of their sleeping friends in the next room, they’re too disorientated to truly care. He takes a moment to admire the deity in front of him, appreciating the sweet whimpers, soft pink lips, starry gaze, and the wonders she’s doing to him. Quickening the pace, she kisses him, feeling his pretty smile against her lips, her high hastily approaching.

"You make me feel so good." She teases, raking her fingers through his hair, too overwhelmed to say another word. And with that slice of praise, Ethan shows that he can't hold himself a second longer, length pulsating inside of her pussy. She takes initiative to stroke his naval, raising the goosebumps on his skin, evoking the reaction she had hoped she’d see. Loosening his grip on her waist, he finishes a moaning grunting mess, his cum painting the inside of her. Her walls tightened around him, the built up pressure they both had suffered with finally breaking free. He places his hand over her mouth to muffle the screams, trying his hardest to cover his own, to little avail.

"Shit, shit, fuck. I'm sorry." Ethan apologises in breathlessness, watching in angst at his arousal dripping out of her, and down to the base of his cock. She laughs at his worry, forgetting herself that it probably wasn't the best idea to go without protection. Ah, fuck it, she thinks, coming down from her climax.

After slipping her panties back on, she throws herself onto the mattress. She turns her head to him, faces blushed red, and needs fulfilled. He sits up next to her, eyes half closed after an indescribable high left him worn out. Ethan places a single, prolonged kiss on her lips, before laying back into the sheets.

"I will keep you safe, you know? I'll not let anything bad happen to you." He says, staring up at the ceiling, guilt ridden. Pretending to be just as scared, traumatised, and hurt as her was unbearable, but it was the better option, compared to admitting the truth ; that he was a cold blooded murderer.

"I know." She smiles, not having a single shadow of doubt in her mind. He embraces her, pulling her body close to his, conflicted by two different sides of his psyche. One side is willing to do anything to protect her, and the people she loves. The other side is willing to do anything to make his father proud. He's filled with apprehension, fearful of the day he will have to make that decision. For now, he rests his head on hers, holding her close as she drifts off under the moonlight.

#ethan landry #scream #scream movies #scream vi #scream 6 #smut warning

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brunette-barbie4562 · 1 year ago

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Uncharted (Duff McKagan X OC fic)

Summary: Unsure of her next steps in life, Carreen Joy "CJ" Thompson finds herself taking a job working under the Guns N' Roses bassist Duff McKagan during the Not in the Lifetime... Tour. She faces the fast-paced and foreign world of rock n' roll, touring, and groupies, as well as blossoming taboo feelings for her boss.

Posting chapters one and two here even though they can already be found on AO3 and Wattpad. Currently working on chapter three for those who messaged and asked :)

May 2017

Somewhere over Ireland

CJ had been a lot of places in her 28 years. She had been to more places in the first 6 years of her life than most people had, going from state to state, constantly on the road. But she had never been out of the United States or Canada, especially entirely on her own. After 12 hours of travel time that included one short layover, the plane was finally descending into Dublin, Ireland. Her body was still on Sacramento time, where it was 12:00 in the afternoon. But in Dubin, it was 8:00 in the evening.

As the captain turned on the “fasten seat belt” sign, CJ rolled up the plane window to look out at the foreign landscape. The city below looked like a play set of twinkling buildings, cars, and roads. Despite the beauty of it she felt her anxiety slowly increasing. CJ considered herself an independent person, but this was outside of her comfort zone. Two weeks ago, she would have never thought she’d be on a plane to Ireland. Two weeks ago, she had been sitting in her bedroom, fretting over graduate school applications and the thought of possibly taking out more student loans.

After graduating with her bachelor’s degree in psychology a few years ago, she had been toying with the idea of applying for graduate school for the coming Fall. She had agonized over the idea and gone back and forth about it for months, unsure what she truly wanted for the future. Then, her aunt Mindy had offered her a surprising and unexpected alternative. She could go work for her old friend for the summer, and possibly beyond that if she enjoyed the work. She had warned her it would be a lot of traveling, but it would be a chance for her to see the world a bit, gain some life experience, and think over her options in the meantime.

Back in 1980’s, before her aunt Mindy had settled down, she had spent much of her time on the Sunset Strip, working as a bartender. During that time, she had met the infamous Axl Rose, who had been living off North Gardner Street with his ragtag band of misfits in a tiny storage unit. After Mindy had proven her loyalty, defending Axl in a bar room fight one night, they became fast friends. In addition to this, her aunt was very same sex oriented and had a little substance habit going on at the time, so the girls, the booze, and the drugs kept her in the back Gardner alley. Mindy also allowed Axl and his boys to stay the night at her little studio apartment on and off throughout their time clawing their way to fame.

When things had started to really take off with the band, Mindy had supported Axl from afar, being a soft spot for him to land when things got hard. However, drastic changes were occurring in her own life at that time, and she had had to shift her focus when CJ was born in 1989. This had pulled Mindy away from the seedy nightlife of the Sunset Strip. Despite this, Axl valued loyalty above all else and while they had physically drifted apart over the years, they never lost contact. Even with his long mental health battle and his legendary career as the world’s greatest frontman, they always checked back in on one another, usually by phone.

There was one year that CJ could remember meeting him in person. She had been a young child; it had been sometime after her aunt had been awarded custody of her. She remembered him squatting down to her height, smiling at her affectionately with his shiny white teeth, and introducing himself while extending her a hand. Considering she had been mute for almost an entire year after moving in with her aunt, she had not responded verbally. Instead, she had reached out and took his hand and held it with her small one, not understanding that she was supposed to shake it. There had been something about him that she trusted. He felt warm and sincere. He had a magic energy about him. Little did she know at the time, he had also been an abused and traumatized child. He didn’t push CJ to speak to him or see her as strange for spending the majority of his visit hiding behind her aunt’s legs. He had understood.

Now, she’d be seeing him for the first time since that day. In one of their monthly phone calls, Mindy had mentioned to Axl that CJ was struggling with her direction in life, having graduated years ago. Axl had been eager to tell her there was a position open on the band’s team and it was the perfect opportunity. CJ had worked her way through college as her aunt’s office assistant and continued to do so after graduation. She was very attentive to details, had strong organizational and problem-solving skills, and was adept at keeping track of documents and schedules. Based on this, Axl knew she would be a good fit for the position, which involved being a personal assistant. Other than requiring these skills, as well as knowing it would involve a high level of traveling, CJ was unsure what she was getting herself into. Several thousand feet below, Duff McKagan was unsure of the same.

Conrad Dublin Hotel / Dublin, Ireland

“C’mon man, you’ll love CJ! We need some more young people on our team.” Axl followed eagerly after a tense Duff. Duff had asked Axl to help him find some potential options for a personal assistant, considering the short notice in needing one. He had told Axl to tell him about any potential candidates, but instead Axl had just hired one without consulting him. Someone who had no road experience. Now he was regretting not just handling the entire thing himself.

You remember Mindy Thompson from back on Sunset?” Duff stopped in his tracks and turned to face Axl. He had not heard that name in a very long time.

“I do.”

“CJ is her kid, well her sister’s kid, but whatever, she pretty much did all the parenting.” Duff thought back on Mindy Thompson. She had been a frequent face way back during the Gardner Street days. She was a close friend of Axl’s and spent most of her time running around with him. The memories from those days were hazy, but he did remember that Mindy had always disliked him. And for good reason. Now mildly interested, Duff asked,

“What has Mindy been up to all this time?”

“She’s been in a director position at a cannabis farm in northern California for a long time. CJ’s been her office assistant for years. I think it’ll be a great fit.” Axl laughed before saying, “We could use a spry 28-year-old kid running stuff around here. Just give it a chance.” A 28-year-old with no road experience was not someone Duff would have selected. He knew Axl liked to hire people with personal connections, but that typically did not spill over into his or Slash’s own personal staff selections. The touring lifestyle was rough even on experienced staff. While someone might have the skills to be a personal assistant, the constant traveling and frequent shows put a challenging twist on things. His previous assistant had a family emergency that had taken him away from the tour and back home to the United States for an extended and indeterminate amount of time. While Duff could handle his own business, it took a load off him to have someone else assisting with things like scheduling interviews, vetting potential partnerships, and running social media. Social media. Something he was not great at. Maybe a 28-year-old would help in that department. Even the simplicity of finding a moment to get a decent cup of coffee was difficult some days. An assistant was monumentally helpful with that. Although he still felt skeptical, Duff cracked a smile and jokingly said,

“Are you telling me we’re getting old?” Axl laughed and said,

“I am.” Duff smirked at his response.

“Alright, well in that case, I’ll give it a chance. For you. But if it doesn’t work out you owe me.”

“Sounds like a deal.”

“So, when is Mindy’s kid getting here?”

“Tonight.” Duff turned to him wide-eyed in shock.

“Tonight!?”

“You told me you needed someone ASAP.”

“I can’t orient a new assistant tonight, Axl, I have some calls I need to make, I told Grace I’d facetime her later, and-” Axl cut him off and said,

“I’ll handle it tonight and introduce you tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?

“Don’t worry about it. The show is not until Saturday, you have plenty of time.”

Dublin Airport / Dublin, Ireland

When CJ walked into the baggage claim area it was empty enough that she immediately spotted a man holding a sign with her name on it. He was dressed in a black suit and looked official enough. CJ approached with a small smile and said,

“Are you my ride?”

“Are you Ms. Carreen Thompson?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes,” he said with a smile, “I’m Robert, I’m here to help you get your bags. The driver is out front waiting with the car to take you to the hotel.” They went to stand by the baggage carousel, where she could see her bags drop down to the conveyor belt. CJ had brought what she assumed would be enough clothing to last her for some time in two large suitcases. Mindy had told her she’d have a brief break between legs in July to come home.

Despite trying to insist upon taking one herself, Robert wheeled both of CJ’s bags outside. The street was busy and bustling with people arriving and departing. It was a cool night and fog hung thickly in the air. It was not California weather. CJ had expected to see a four-door car or maybe an SUV. What she did not expect was a limousine. She almost wanted to ask the man if a mistake had been made. She had never been in such a nice vehicle and a wave of unworthiness washed over her as she stood there in a pair of her old gym leggings, a sweatshirt, and sneakers, with her thick curly hair in somewhat of a mess. With the length of the flight, she had dressed comfortably. She had not thought about having to look put together on the other end. For a split second, when Robert opened the door for her to get in, she thought about bolting. This was not her world and far from her comfort zone of academia, the winter slopes of Mt. Shasta, her aunt’s house in Redding, or the little office where she spent her time working. What had Mindy gotten her into here? How did she think this would be a good idea?

“Are you ok Ms. Thompson?” Robert’s voice brought her back to the reality of the cool night air and the busy street. She swallowed and nodded. Pushing back her anxiety, she slid into the limousine.

CJ was fascinated and charmed with the nightlife of Dublin as they cruised through the city to the hotel. She could have sat and watched out the window the entire ride. But instead, she was desperately trying to pull herself together to look a little more presentable for whoever or whatever she would meet on the other end. She didn’t have much in her carry on to help, but she did her best to rake her uncooperative hair into a neat-ish bun and apply some quick, light makeup. The clothing would have to do, as her bags were in the trunk of the limo and inaccessible. She thought about calling Mindy and raging at her for putting her in such a foreign situation, but it would only make her nerves worsen.

When the car came to a stop outside of the hotel, CJ felt her heart jump into her throat. She was not ready. Robert came around, pulled the door open for her with a smile, held out his hand, and said,

“We’re here Ms. Thompson.” Just beyond him, she could see two bellhops already rolling her suitcases into the hotel. She took a deep breath, hoisted her backpack up, and took Robert’s hand to step out. She was met again by the cool night air on her face. She could see that the hotel lobby was busy and full of people checking in, leaving for a night out, or lounging around. Inconspicuously waiting by the doorway was a short, dark-haired, and kind looking woman who smiled warmly at her. There was a motherly aura about her that instantly drew CJ in and calmed her nerves before she had even spoken.

“You must be CJ.” The woman spoke with a thick accent.

“I am.”

“I’m Beta, Axl’s mother. He wanted me to come get you to take you upstairs. You’ll have to forgive him for not coming to greet you himself, he does not leave his room much while on tour.” CJ spotted some people milling around in the lobby already wearing Guns N’ Roses apparel and said,

“Oh no, it’s no problem, I get it.” Beta smiled and said,

“Come along then, he’s excited to see you.” Beta turned into the lobby and CJ followed. “It’s been so long since he last saw you. Mindy has sent pictures throughout the years of course, but he’s excited to see you in person.” CJ could not fathom why Axl Rose of all people would be excited to see her. She had been unaware her aunt had spoken some much about her on the phone.

They approached the elevators and CJ could feel eyes upon her. She turned to see a group of women standing in the corner watching her, unsmiling. A chill went up her spine as they glared at her. Beta took notice and said,

“Oh, don’t worry about them honey. They’re just groupies you know?” CJ had heard the term before but did not know what it meant. Beta leaned in and spoke to her in a hushed tone. “Groupies, they’re here for one thing.” CJ understood what she meant. “They know who I am, they see you, a young attractive girl, with me, and assume the worst. Don’t let them bother you.” CJ was confused and before she could filter her response she said,

“For an 80’s band? There are still groupies?” Beta laughed and said,

“Oh honey, you have no idea. Welcome aboard.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened. With one last look at the glaring groupies, CJ walked inside. As the doors shut, Beta said,

“I can tell you’re Mindy’s girl, you look so much like her.” CJ couldn’t help but smile to herself at the compliment. Only a handful of people throughout her life had told her that she looked like her aunt. Every time she heard someone say it, it was a boost to her self-esteem. While they often gave each other a hard time, Mindy was someone she aspired to be like. CJ knew she was nowhere close to resembling her mother in personality, but she had spent a long time fearing that she would resemble her mother in appearance as she got older. That was something she’d see in the mirror every day and wouldn’t be able to change or outrun.

The elevator brought them to the top floor, and they stepped out. Every room on the floor was double doored and undoubtedly suites. This must be where all the rich people stay. She followed Beta to a door at the end of the hallway. Beta took a key card from her pocket and swiped it across the card reader. The door clicked open. While much of her anxiety had dissipated with Beta’s warm welcome, there was still a lingering sense of dread. She felt as if she were stepping into a lion’s den. The room was dark and dimly lit. She rounded the corner and there he was, the world’s greatest front man, sitting in an armchair, smiling at her with an immense amount of pride.

#duff gnr #duff mckagan #slash gnr #saul hudson #axl gnr #axl rose #guns n roses #izzy gnr #steven gnr #GNR #80s rock #80s music #rock n roll

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“I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself”

- whumptober, prompt no. 15

(i’m fine. seriously. i can do this)

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Everything was going fine. School, work-study, and regular studying were going just fine. Changing plans for Tara wasn’t new. Adjusting wasn’t hard, as she had been doing it since her father walked out.

Then, her mother.

And then her sister.

Tara was well-versed in change. So a new city, new people, new apartment- that was a breeze. She could be a jester, a scholar, a good girl. Anything anyone wanted. She could change anything about herself to fit in.

The hardest part was the healing. The thing about recovery was that it was never linear. It was constantly shifting, some days steeper, other days a straight line. But it wasn’t the physical healing- sure, her stomach ached constantly, and she didn’t have full mobility on one of her hands, and never mind the unsexy limp she was stuck with- it was the mental healing.

She didn’t know why she had to heal mentally. Her best friend turned on her and tried to murder her twice. Her big sister walked in and out of her life like a revolving door at a shitty movie theater- one nobody ever wanted to visit. At best, her ability to keep someone interested and happy with her was a solid four out of ten. Needless to say, she didn’t care about healing.

Why bother when everybody leaves anyway?

But Tara knows, deep down, that she needs to let go of her hatred for Sam. Well, maybe not hate, but most days, it felt like that.

Some days, Sam put the stars in the sky. Most days, she was the bane of Tara’s existence. Her beautiful, sweet, kind, protective big sister is the devil all the time in Tara’s life.

And she hated herself for it. She hated that she couldn’t accept Sam’s peace offerings. The hugs, the notes of love, the coffees in the morning, and the tea at night- Tara couldn’t stomach it. She couldn’t handle how easy it was for Sam to slip back into their old, old routine. It certainly wasn’t for Tara. She fought daily to make her own life, her path, as that’s all anybody left her.

It had been just her since she was nine years old. She was an adult at thirteen. She could handle this. She could take anything.

Like a college party, for that matter.

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Sipping her drink, Tara turned and watched the crowd move. The same hyper-pop song seemed to play repeatedly- the group was too inebriated to notice. She watched boys kiss girls, people taking shots in a circle, and various shitty dance moves. But her cursed eyes only landed on one body in the sea of people.

Sam. Her big sister couldn’t handle letting Tara visit her first college party alone, so she offered to tag along. Offered is a generous word, as it was more of a screaming match that ended in slamming doors and cruel words. But Tara still got to go with the twins, and Sam watched from the sidelines. Sam flashed a smile at Tara, waving sadly, and in response, Tara rolled her eyes.

She supposed part of her should be touched by the gesture. Most of her just wanted to throw her soda bottle full of vodka at her head. But that would give away the fact that Tara broke the agreement and was drinking- and she couldn’t give Mindy away like that. It took a lot of flirting with older lesbians to buy them a bottle of Svedka.

“Oh yeah? That’s literally not the point of Midsommar. Tara, you know more. Tell this moron about the cultish nuances that were easy to see,” Mindy chirped in Tara’s general direction.

Turning back, Tara opened her mouth to respond, excited to finally share her theories. But before she could, she heard something familiar behind her. She held one hand up, signaling she would be back to finish this, and turned around, walking towards the buzzing phrases in her ears.

By the shitty ping-pong table, a few boys were in a group, cheeks red and their lips loose from the drinks in their hands.

“That’s totally Sam Carpenter. That killer bitch, you know? The Woodsboro killer!” crowed the shorter one, not-so-secretly pointing toward her big sister.

The goon next to him snorted. “Dude, she’s like, so hot, but fucking crazy.”

She doesn’t know why, but she bristles. Her skin was warm, and her hands clenched around the plastic bottle. There was no reason to care about this, considering Sam was bound to leave soon anyway. But there was a little kid inside of her who still looked at Sam like the sun shined because of her. The little kid lit up every time Sam smiled at her and cried when Tara denied the acts of love Sam performed for her.

That's all it was, anyway—a performance. Sam was always a good actor. She always knew when to bow and leave.

But Tara still finds herself marching up to the college boys, acutely aware of Sam’s eyes following her. She could handle herself. She didn’t need Sam.

Grabbing the shoulder of the short one, she forced him to look at her, ignoring the sneer on his face.

“What did you just say about my sister?” she growled.

The look of annoyance quickly morphed into a look of confusion. “Oh shit, she’s your sister? That’s wild. My bad,” he said, pursing his lips.

“… Can I have her number, though? I got a thing for women and knives, you know,” he jeered, waiting for his buddies to join in.

Tara curled her lip in disgust, shoving him back. “Fuck off!”

Every muscle in her was tense for a fight, and she called her bottle and tossed it to the ground. The boy’s eyes were dark, and he advanced onto Tara.

And then Sam got involved.

Her big sister shoved her way between the two, pushing the boy to the ground. There, she slapped and picked him up by his collar, pressing her face into his.

“Don’t fucking try it. I’ll show you what happens when you fuck with my baby sister,” Sam growled, shaking him.

That was it. That was the final straw. Tara pushed Sam, forcing her big sister to drop the boy in surprise. The boy got to his feet, scrambling away with his crew. It was just Sam and Tara in the middle of a sea of people, their own fight brewing. Tara could feel Mindy’s eyes on her, watching it all play out.

Sam turned around, her teeth bared, but her eyes still gentle. God. Tara was so fucking sick of the soft, the kind. It never will make up for the scars that Tara can’t even see. But she felt and knew them, and they were begging for revenge. And Tara would give them that.

“Jesus Christ, of course you just had to butt in. Of course, you’re fucking here! Why can’t you just back off? I can handle shit. I am capable of handling shit. Let me do it!” she cried, clenching her fists.

Bewildered, Sam swallowed hard. “Why wouldn’t I help you? I’m your big sister. I care about you. I want to help?” she softly said, reaching for Tara’s hands.

Tara saw the pending touch, yanking her hands away. “No! I’ve handled everything myself while you were gone. I was nine years old trying to hold it together while you disappeared, Sam! Nine! And now you’ve sauntered back into my life and want it to be like it was? No!”

Sam opened and closed her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. Tara knew that she got to Sam, pierced through her armor. She always knows that she should apologize, as she was admittedly a little drunk, which could be the reason for her words, but she wasn’t going to. She’s fine. She’s handled herself up to now.

She didn’t need Sam, much less her apologies.

Sensing Sam’s monologue of apologies, Tara cut her off quickly. “I’m going to go be with my friends. You know. Do things at a party that people do. Go home, Sam. Let me handle myself,” she said, turning around.

As she walked away, Tara tried not to look back. Sam never did, anyway.

Why should she?

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #whumptober2023 #suppressed suffering #i’m fine sam #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

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A new take on Sunflowers!

(AU: No Spider-man powers. Hobie is a famous Punk Star/model/celebrity. He happens to go to an art opening and fell in love with the works and the artist)

"Ehhh!" Miles look at the bouquet of flowers and boxes of expensive gifts. He didn't even settle in his new studio apartment, he saw so many gifts being delivered to him. It was already the next day after the crazy party. Checking on the message card, "To my Sunflower, XOXOXOX, Hobie. 💜🌻🤘🏿"

He felt so flustered that he took the bouquets of flowers in his arms taking a big sniff. "They smell so good." He hums feeling his cheeks warm. The art opening did filled him with surprises, he didn't think he would catch a certain celebrity eyes.

-Last Night-

"Yes. Yes. We're heading there, now." The twenty seven year old punker slouches in the limo being bored by his assistant making calls to their manager. He rolled his eyes, so this is what being famous is like. The constant meet and greets, events, and talkshows. Ugh, the popularity didn't seem to stop because of his own Controversy nature, being chaotic to break anything.

The fans love that from him. His bandmates are meeting him at this art opening he so badly wanted to go. It was a refresher to find something that's his interest, but his agency being on his ass was pissing him off. He wanted freedom! To enjoy his time with his friends.

Now, his assistant is here being observant because the last time he was left alone, he had brawl with some jackass at a bar.

Figures...

He lit up his cigarette being annoyed, a good burn of nicotine will help him. "You're supposed to quit smoking." His assistant said being on her laptop.

"Come on, Mindy. I've been stressed all the damn time. I need this." He inhale being annoyed. "Fuck quitting."

"Then you have to deal with Bruce."

"Fuck him, too."

Mindy sighs before the limo stopped at the gallery called, "New Verse!" It's own by a famous man, who believes in contemporary arts for the diversity artists. Right now, there's three arts presenting their worsts that are upcoming to the art field.

Young BIPOC artists that were born and bred in New York City. Hobie honestly saw one painting on the pamphlet from invite from his good friend, Pavtri. A funny actor that changed the game by his bubbly adorable personality, his girlfriend is one of the artists. Yet, the punker wasn't focus on her inspirational Indian American women with abstract strokes and figures.

Oh no, he's eyes was curious when he saw a powerful, very old school graffiti style with a modern take of using media with bright bold colors and insane texts. The handwritten calligraphy had rough ink with profound words like slurs, then a beautiful black man figure crying. Tears all colorful with small texts inside. So many going all at once that he wanted to see in person. The piece had the sizes about 300 inches by four hundred inches on canvas mounted on wall. He had to see it.

When the limo parked, "We're here." His assistant said.

Hobie got out of the car seeing paparazzis already there to take photos of him.

Great, these fucking leeches

He wore his latest high end outfit; ripped tight black skinny jeans with patches by Farfetched brand, accessories like chains dripping to the side of hips. He wore expensive Prada Monolith and re-nylon black boots, and red laces. A Sex Pistol t-shirt personally shredded, Two belts around his waist, one he's actually wearing on his jeans but the other more for fashion that is slanted to the side. Then his Celine black leather jacket with his own custom touches having spikes and paint on it. His own rebellious style. Then tons of jewelry on him; bracelets from his wrists, necklaces, and diamonds piercings. All top with a very masculine cologne by Tom Ford.

His wicks bounces by every step of his heavy boots as he got out already having his black shades on to cover his eyes. He saw some of the fans waiting for him. "OH MY GAWD, IT'S HIM! HOBIE! HOBIE! WE LOVE YOU!"

"HEY, HOBIE COME LOOK OVER HERE!"

Hobie quickly walks away with a scowl, he tries hard not to ruin his black lipstick by Fenty. All this work to look good and these paparazzis never leave him alone!

Life as a Star

When he finally enters the gallery, he saw a group of body guards being there. It seems there was a lot of famous celebrities around, too.

Great...

He should've known Pavtri would invite more people for his girlfriend. His assistant said, "Oh wow, you can network with these other celebrities. There's Peni Parks, I heard she is famous for her robotics in Japan. Her company release the latest Androids."

"Huh, so we're about to get controlled by the government." Hobie snorted.

"Come on, Hobie. Not this again."

"It's true." He took off his shades to find other familiar faces like Miguel O'Hara, the CEO of Alchemax with a teenage girl wearing a black dress having to look at a painting. A famous man like that likes art? Huh, who knew.

Then Jess Drew, a popular lawyer never losing a case and a very expensive one at that. Hobie had follow her cases, seeing how she went to trial about defamation of character to a famous celebrity.

Petra, a famous three gold Olympic Athlete, she had one her titanium prosthetic leg wearing ankle pants with loafers and tight beige sweater. Her brown pixie hair cut had a shave to the left side showing off her pierced ears.

Then Ben Riley, a famous skater. Noir-

Aye, no way he's here!

Noir is a very popular contemporary artist that causes many controversy on society's politics. One of the most respected activists, too. He would shred his own work in front of auction if he doesn't like the buyer. The man stays hidden with his black mask. Hobie respected that man, too bad his works are out of his price range, if he could get his hands on it.

One popular piece was a Rubik's cube that he presented in a gallery then mix it all up. Then place it on a white pedestal. The price of that work started off two billion.

Bonkers, Hobie knows. But that piece started a massive wave for the hidden artists. Noir seems to know Petra and Ben.

Interesting...

He noticed a popular street artist, activist, and poet name Zero. Kaine, a famous game streamer on Twitch. Kitty, a popular influencer. Peter Parker, a famous American Actor.

So many blokes here!

"Oh, look there's Gwen!" She spotted a familiar Pop Punk singer standing with her own female band, which is her girlfriend drummer, Margo and Silk, a girl who plays the guitar.

"Aye," Hobie was about to go over until, he stops when his eyes caught the art piece he been yearning to see. When he enters the room to find more works.

His eyes on the large piece, he took in every single detailed. "Mindy, luv. Can you please give me wine?"

"Sure thing, Hobie." She went out of the room to leave him to admire the works.

Hobie saw the artists name and description, "A cry for Help! By Miles G. Morales..." He read seeing the materials being made by spray paint, acrylic paint and other stuff. He didn't want to read anymore, so he can try to figure out the meaning of the work.

Taking a closer look, he saw details of Brooklyn, police brutality, drugs, and struggle. Then a light white out line of a man and woman with child that is very hard to see. If you're not paying attention, a person would think it's a decorative add-on.. Then more Corporate brands, then drug names, and money prices. The background of blue shading with imagery of activism. So many things going on that represented the struggle for black people, it touched Hobie. Especially the image of the black man crying.

What surprised him is the soft touch up to imply make up, the figure had a smudge light lip gloss and glittery eyes, his skin cover with light newspaper textures with to-day's and past events of black trans struggles, and racism.

Bloody beautiful...

Mindy came by to hand him his glass a wine, she hums, "Your eyeliner is smudging."

"Thanks, darling." Hobie wipe the tear off his eye, "It's a fantastic piece, innit?"

"It's really sad..." Mindy frowns at the painting, "Crazy how colorful it is. Like they want you to be happy but when you look at it longer... you see the true ugliness of America."

Hobie sips his wine with a nod, "Exactly. It's perfect. How much is it?"

"300k."

"What? So little?"

"He's a new artist in the field. He's been popular through social media, but not in galleries. It's a different wave." She explained.

"Pfft, and he's black?"

"Yeah."

"Figures. Always the black man getting the short end of the stick." Hobie took out his black card, "I'll double the price."

"Are you sure?" Her eyes widen.

"Yes, I'm sure. I got payed from that stupid Pepsi commercial so I'm winning to buy this at a reasonable price." He said.

"I'll look for the seller. Stay here." She said before going to find them.

Hobie had no problem staying when he can admire this painting. Unaware of a black hooded man standing next to him. "You been looking at this piece for a while, huh?"

"It's a powerful piece." Hobie glanced over to find the person wearing a black hoodie.

"Meh, it's ight." He casually said.

"Are you bloody mad? This is one of the best works I've seen and trust me, I've seen bullshit artists from France, Japan, even the MET." He snorted.

"Gayatri's work is amazing. Zero's installation is freakin' cool." He added, "They are actually showing real struggles as women of color."

"I'll see for myself, but this right here! This is where it's at." Hobie said proudly.

The Hooded man chuckles, "Alright, but take your time looking at the other works." He left with that.

Hobie rolled his eyes but his nose tickle of scents of Sunflowers and tropical shea butter. "Who was he?" He mutter to himself, before going to the next work. The artist made five pieces. In the room there was only four massive works.

It seems Hobie fell in love with the artist, because the second work he loves it even more. It was a massive photo of a black male punker with tattoos, so much piercing on his face and had this scary look with so much spikes and ripples on his clothing. He had intense makeup, but the photo is only black and white.

The figure had a charming smile with his tongue out and wink while he holds a bouquet of sunflowers. The Sunflowers were painted in cartoon like, and there was other paintings of feminine and cutesy imagery. Stickers, and spray painted text. Hobie quickly read the name of the work, "A New Take on Sunflowers: Triptych Part 1 by Miles G. Morales."

Hobie went back to look at the piece, the Sunflowers were brighter almost glowing with youth. "A New Take on Sunflowers... By old Vinny?" He did love this work. He saw how the Punker represented gender fluidity, to embrace their culture yet love the things that aren't represented in their lifestyle. It could also show how someone 'scary' looking have a softer side by holding the flower with care and love.

"Hobie, your bandmates are here." Mindy came back to tell him.

"Be there." Hobie didn't wanna see them when he had these works to admire. The next painting was next to the punker photo. This time the second painting is a photo in black and white of two black women kissing being in the Ghetto of New York. They hold their Sunflowers. They had on weave, bright gold jewelry, tight clothing being so happy to be together.

Now that's love.

His eyes saw the color of the jewelry being the same yellow as the Sunflowers, and more happier texts and doodles around the two. The women had on wedding rings on, celebrating their marriage.

Hobie chuckles, "Cute." He saw the third part of this work. This one is a Puerto Rican mother, how did he know she's Puerto Rican? The massive flag in the background, and the woman sitting while braiding her daughter's hair with a soft gentle smile. The little Afro-Latina smiling at her big Sunflower as it aims at the two. It's a beautiful piece of mother and child.

Shit, why these works are affecting me so much

Hobie felt tears coming down his cheek, he never felt like this before. It's so beautiful and powerful. He needs them. He wants them in his penthouse!

"Hobie?" Mindy asked.

He quickly turns to her with his eyeliner already smudge, "I want all of these. Go buy them!"

"What? Hobie, you can't be-" Hobie glares at her. "Alright. Alright, I'll let the seller know!" She sighs, "Also, Karl and the rest of the band is here. Go say hi!"

"Ugh, fine." Hobie went to find his friends while his assistant went off to find the seller, again. His goal is to find the fifth work.

"Hey Hobs! What up, man?" His best friend, Karl high five him, he's the bass player of the band.

Riri chuckles, "Hey, share the love, bro!" She grins widely being the guitarist.

Mattea nodded, "Hey, Hobie." The drummer of the band.

Hobie gave them a hug, "Aye, mates. How's it going?"

"Great. With all these talkshows and trying to make our own shit, ugh we're exhausted." Riri said.

"Yeah, I released my own beer brand. Crazy, huh?" Karl chuckles.

"My own shirts." Mattea nodded, "We need to be smart because who knows what will happen with this band."

"What do you mean?" Hobie frowns.

"You know, we're all so busy trying to get our name out. It'll be better just in case if our band fall apart since you're busy with movies. Me with modeling." Riri added.

"And life." Mattea nodded.

"That's true. Ugh, we need to support each other. We still need to make our new album too." Hobie groans by this constant work load. "Fucking Bruce."

The rest groan. "Hobie! Hobie! I'm so happy you made it!" The group turns to find Pavtri holding his girlfriend's hand having to pull her with him. She giggles seeing how happy her boyfriend is.

"Hey, bruv. Been awhile." Hobie greeted him, "Luv. Nice to meet you." He holds Gayatri's hand and kissed it being a gentlemen when he wants to.

"Hahaha, nice to meet you, Hobie! I'm a big fan of Spider-Band!" She said.

"Have you seen, my sweet Gayatri's work!" Pavtri asked the punker with stars in his eyes. "Huh! HUH?"

"Oh honey," The female artist giggles, "He's been in Miles' room the whole time. I won't lie, his work is so good." She holds her side shoulder bag, "He even customized my bag. See!"

Hobie's eyes widen at the bag seeing the painting with Sunflowers and cute characters. "What? How? Can he do custom works?"

"Yeah, he does. I gave him one of my fabric works." She giggles, "You really like it, huh? It's moving, right?"

"I need to check it out." Riri said, "First some wine!"

"Same!" Mattea nodded.

"More like a crush." Karl knows when his best friend has a crush, it's very rare but it's obvious to see.

Gayatri giggles, "Really! Awe, you know he's single and ready to mingle." She loves playing match maker, with stars in her eyes being excited. "Zero, can tell you, he's so ready for a new man in his life!"

Pavtri pouted at the punker with fake tears, "Hobie, you promised you would admire my darling flower! My Gayatri's beautiful work! She took these beautiful hands," he holds her dainty hands, "and created this!" He jumps over to an installation of a blue cut out thick papers handing by a thread to show an abstract figure in blue. "All the dates we had to miss!"

"I will we have all the time." Hobie tries to explained then he was yank by Pavtri being forced to look at all of Gayatri's work. He even explain each one of them in great detailed.

Hobie spotted the last work of Miles G. Morales, it's at the end of the gallery on its own with nothing else around. He wanted to go see it, but he had to make his way through Zero's work, too. He didn't mind Gayatri's and Zero's work, they are amazing artist, but something about Miles' work. It got him, he needs to see the last painting.

After going through all his well known friends and admiring Zero's work. He found Miguel O'Hara's daughter gasping at Miles' painting, "Papá! Did you see that painting with the mother and daughter! It's so cute! Does he do custom work?" She asked, "I want one of me and mamá!"

"Alright. Let's see if we can book one." Miguel happily said to his daughter, his whole grumpy mood toward Peter changed when it was his daughter.

Jess giggles, "That Miles Morales is making waves with his work, being new to this game. I'm impressed."

"Yeah, the kid is freakin' good. He actually got some peeps from LA looking at his work. That kid is going to places."

The owner of the gallery is a tall thing black man, "Alright, gather around." Everyone went to see the speech which Hobie cursed himself, he was so close to see the final painting.

He smiles happily, "I like to thank my wife, Jess for support. My good friend Aaron for helping pitch in. This beautiful gallery is meant to bring all young diverse artists to the art game. I hope you enjoyed Gayatri's amazing works focusing on the hardship of Indian American women identity and gender roles. Zero's beautiful installations on her poems and politics of today." The two women artists came up with a smiling widely. "Sadly Miles couldn't make it today but his work focus on the struggles of Black and Brown acceptance in America."

Hobie frowns, he was hoping to meet the artist. Gayatri made it seem he was around. How odd?

"They are the future for young Contemporary artists, we know the field mostly represents a certain group, so I hope to help them achieve their careers with this gallery." He holds his glass of champagne being happy.

Then, a man in black hood came walking past the group surrounding the artists and owner of the gallery. Jess' husband finished, "I hope you enjoy the rest of the opening."

Hobie spotted the black hoodie male carries a bucket of paint, then when the artists and owner moved away. "Hey, what is he doing?" Karl asked out loud spotting the figure.

The figure throws black paint on the final painting by Miles. Everyone gasps even the security was about to go over. "Oh my god! Why would he do that?"

Hobie's mouth dropped in shock, "What the fuck, bruv!" He shouted out loud in anger.

The figure grins widely seeing the security guards being stopped by the owner, he took out his bright yellow Spray paint, and wrote in messy dripping text, "Miles wazz here!" He put down his hoodie revealing his face.

Hobie's eyes widen at such a handsome young man; big honey brown doe eyes, wearing earrings, septum nose piercing, and a bright glowing face. His hair a tapered Afro with a fade. Wait, this is Miles? Miles G. Morales?

"Easy. Easy. He's an artist. This is his installation piece." The owner explained.

Miles let the painting dripped showing how the painting still revealed a bit. "I call this, 'I'ma do my own thing.'" He grins widely at the crowd.

Noir nodded giving a loud clap in approval. The rest of the crowd awed, by the piece looking beautiful with the add on drips and markings. Gwen shouted, "Holy shit, Miles!"

"Wow, amazing!" Pavtri claps like crazy being so excited, "I was filled with so many emotions!" Everyone went back to looking at other works.

Hobie finally got the chance took a look at the painting, "Ruining it, eh?" He saw Miles finished talking to Pavtri, who hugs him before leaving them.

"Is it ruin to you?" Miles stood with a grin, he wore an oversize black hoodie, some tight jeans and black and yellow Jordans.

"Nah, it's perfect. I believe chaos, luv." Hobie grins at him.

Miles giggles, "I bet, you known for that."

"So you heard of me?"

"I mean, who doesn't know Hobie Brown? The lead singer of Spider band." He giggles in amusement, "So, I heard you're gonna buy my works. I'm surprised. I thought my shit would be too much for a celebrity."

"Pfft, I'm a different kind, Sunflower." He sips his wine, "I always love works about black empowerment and to support a fellow one at that."

"Aye, gracias papí." Miles spoke Spanish.

"Ah, so you're Puerto Rican?"

"I'm half black and half Puerto Rican, my parents are over there." He chuckles seeing the punker looking over to find the same woman from the painting and a little girl.

"Ahh, inspiration?"

"They were the reason for my Sunflower series." The artist explained, "Honestly, I was so nervous for tonight because I'm a new comer and being with these amazing artists of New York- Ugh, I can't believe I'm here."

"That's why you doubted your work?"

"Pretty much." Miles admitted, "Funny, you're easy to talk to."

"I'm always listening, Sunflower." He leans over to get a closer look at the artist, "And I listen to the person I like."

Miles felt flustered then giggles, "Haha, funny."

"Oh yea? Gimme your number and let see if I'm playin?" He flirted with a deep voice. Miles didn't know what possess him to hand him his smartphone but he did. The Punker happily type his number into the phone and put his private social media too.

"Text me, Sunflower." He winks at the artist as he handed back his phone.

"Okay." Miles did the basic hey.

Hobie chuckles, "So soon? You really want me."

"No-no, I mean- awe man! I suck at this stuff." Miles pouts.

"Oh yeah? So you want me to be forward," The punker lift his chin up about to lean in, their lips close to almost touching, "Because I can."

"Eh?" MIles' honey brown eyes widen, he didn't think the punker would be this bold!

"NO! My big bro!" A little girl ruffling shoves Hobie away from her brother.

"Billie!" Miles saw his seven year old sister, "Awe, come here." Thank god, because he wasn't ready for a kiss like that. His face felt so warm.

Billie happily hugs her brother being picked up, "Yeah! Only I give kisses to mi hermano!" She kisses her brother's cheek. "Your painting of me and mamí esta may bueno, hermano!"

"Awe, thank you, Billie-boo."

Hobie only rub his nose then sniff. Damn, he almost got to taste him. Shame, but he does like it when they play hard to get. Licking his lips, his eyes yearn for the artist. Something in him wants him. Putting on his charming smiles, "So this is your little sister?"

"Yeah, I am Billie!" The little girl stated, "Who you are? You don't kiss my brother!"

"Sorry, she loves me too much." Miles giggles. "Billie, this is Hobie. He's a popular singer. Hobie this is Billie."

"Hmph," Billie pouted giving a look at the punker.

"She is small. What is she? four?"

"I'm seven years old!" Billie huffs, "I am a BIG GURL!" She hugs her brother around his neck.

"Eck, Billie. Not too tight." Miles almost choked. "Sorry, she was like this with my friends."

"No problem. I love lil sprogs." He chuckles lowly, "Also, how do I book for a custom painting?"

"Oh, on my social I have a link to my studio website and there's a form for custom orders. You really gonna buy another painting from me?"

"Of course." He saw his assistant near him, "Mindy, darling. Have you met the seller?"

"Yes, sir. They are willing to sell all five works." She said.

"Alright, add another one. A custom on from Miles' website." Hobie smirks widen when he saw how Miles' eyes widen.

"Alright, if you wish to purchase it now, we need to go to the owner and have it ready for shipping." Mindy hums.

"Very well."

"Also, we should be leaving soon. You have a recording session tomorrow." She hums.

"Alright. Alright." He winks at Miles being a show off, he lifts Miles' hands up to kiss it, "It was wonderful seeing you. I hope we can meet again... without me buying paintings- perhaps a date?"

Miles' face went super flustered by the punker. He never thought this famous singer would be so sweet, so charming, so damn cute! "Huh uh." That's all came out of his mouth.

Billie side eye at her brother seeing how shy he became. "Lil one, I hope you will protect your brother from untamed men." Hobie smiles at her before handing her a crumble hundred dollar bill.

"Aye, Ayi! Cap'n!" Billie nodded at the tip.

Miles said, "Wait, you don't have to-" Hobie shrugs, "She can buy whatever she wants with it. Anyway, I'll see you later."

"Oh... Okay. Bye Hobie." Miles hugs his baby sister tightly feeling so bashful, his heart fluttering.

The punker left with a large receipt of five expensive paintings. He wave his fellow friends goodbye.

In the limo, he had a big smile on his face thinking about his Sunflower. "Never see you this happy? You really like the artist, huh?"

He sighs lovingly, "Yeah... do you know where he lives? I want to send him some flower." He breath exhale on the cold window letting it fog up, then he drew a crappy sunflower.

"On it." She nodded.

-Present Day-

Hobie chilling outside enjoying his pool after his record session. His Smartphone vibrating, he looks to find Miles calling him. "Sunflower! Surprised you called, miss me?" He flirted removing his dark shades.

"Hobie, I think you send me too many flowers...." He said.

"Oh? Fifty bouquets didn't come to you?"

"Fifty? There's like one, two, three.... forty nine-" Miles stops hearing the door bell, "Never mind, fifty."

"Then you got them all. How about the gifts?"

"Hobie, you shouldn't have sent this- I- It's nice of you for-" Hobie waves it off, "Nah, it's fine. I got money and wanted to spend it on you, Sunflower. Now, that you called- How about a lunch date?"

"Huh? A date?"

"Yup." Hobie sips on his sparkling water.

"Ummm," Miles felt bashful again, "Sure... where-where?"

"I'll pick you up. I know a great place. Also, I might bring another bouquet for you." Hobie happily said.

Miles nodded, "Okay. Do i need to wear anything?"

"I prefer lingerie."

"Huh!"

"Joking. I'm joking, luv. Something you want to wear. Don't worry it's a chill spot."

"Alright, man." The artist bite his bottom lip, "I... I don't do sex on the first date, by the way...."

"Oh? I'm surprised you expected me too." The singer chuckles.

"No, I mean- I'm so sorry that's rude. I just have to always-" Hobie chuckles, "It's okay, luv. I promise I'll give you a kiss on the cheek."

"Just a kiss on the cheek." Now he sounded disappointed.

"Or you want on the mouth with tongue?"

Miles never felt so embarrassed, "Your a jerk, Hobie Brown."

"You seem to like it." He laughs.

"I do actually." His pouty lip more enhance as he listens to Hobie's voice. Something about this punker got him thinking about him. He had a beautiful dream with him and it feels like he known him. Its weird.

"Then, I'll pick you up soon. See you later, Sunflower."

"See you, Hobie." Miles hears him hung up, then he hung up. The artist never felt like this. Touching his lips feeling the cracks of his dry skin, "I need to moisturized! Lip scrub! Look good for him!" He rushes over to the bathroom to get ready.

A special bond formed between the artist and the singer.

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