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lennoxwrites · 6 months

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Birthdays and Stress

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Tara meets some of your family during your father’s birthday

Words: 3.4k

A/n: i haven’t written fanfiction since 2020 so please proceed with a little caution 🌚

Warnings(?): fluff, mentions of sex, very tiny hurt/comfort

You had a big family

Like a really big family

Tara didn’t have the pleasure of having a family like yours. You were close with your cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else in between. While Tara on the other hand can barely remember her dad’s face, she tries to forget her mom’s, and her sister left due to personal issues. Granted, her sister did come back

Shaking her head, she had to push these thoughts to the back of her mind. Instead Tara had to focus on her rapidly beating heart and the internal screaming at the fact your entire family was only about 5 minutes away

Tara wanted to make a good impression. An amazing impression, that is. But what if your family knew she was related to the Woodsboro killings? What if they knew her sister was related to the very cause of the Ghostface killings? Would they kick her out? Deem her not good enough for you? What if they called her a liability and then kicked her out? This really was a bad idea, why did she agree to doing this?

“Tara, I love you with all my heart. I promise my family won’t throw you out of the house.” You rested a hand on her thigh, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb just how she liked it

Perhaps her internal screaming hadn’t been so internal

“Oh, but what if they do, babe? What then? They’re gonna hate me.” the shorter girl groaned, throwing her head back and covering her face in annoyance

“Tara I’m literally so madly in love with you. They’re going to love you, baby. There’s not a universe out there where they don’t absolutely adore you like I do.” you say seriously, taking her left hand in yours and bringing it up to your face to give her knuckles a feather-light kiss

Tara pouts. A very childish pout, that is

“When you realize I’m right, I will happily say I told you so tomorrow.”

“…You promise they’ll like me?”

“I pinky promise, baby.”

Tara loved that about you. Only do you swear by your pinky during very serious times, almost as if you were swearing upon the river Styx. Never once have you broken one of your pinky promises, and Tara found it utterly adorable. You turned something kids would do under the playground slide into a life-bound oath that you’d never imagine breaking. The thought was endearing enough to help relax Tara just the tiniest bit. She was still scared as fuck, though

“If you get overwhelmed at any time, we can always go back home or to my room, baby. How about we come up with a safe word?”

“I can last all night, babe. This mama doesn’t need any safe word” she says proudly. Your girlfriend was an absolute dork under all those layers of trauma

“Tara.” you playfully cock an eyebrow at her

“Sorry…” she mumbled “how about black licorice? I hate black licorice.”

“Black licorice, it is!” you beam, starting to pull into the driveway of your childhood house

It was your fathers 55th birthday. You’d been with Tara for about 2 years now, which you heavily insisted was enough to consider her a part of your family. Tara ignored how her heartbeat quickened at the implications of being in your family

Tara had still been in her thoughts when you parked the car and rounded the front to the passenger side. Opening the door, you made sure to make a big display, as if you were ushering the queen of England herself

“My liege.” you say in a faux British accent while holding out your hand as you bow, awaiting her response

“And society dares say chivalry is dead.” she laughs at your antics, intertwining your hands as you help her out of your car. There was cars upon cars parked on the road. Tara would’ve guessed this was a frat party and not a birthday party with how many cars were present. Birthday gift in hand, Tara was now worrying if it was enough

When you rang the doorbell, Tara’s heart quickened again. A week prior, you two went shopping, looking for the perfect casual dress Tara was going to wear. You were persistent that it didn’t matter what she wore. Tara ultimately won that argument when she pulled up an entire slideshow on her laptop and presented it to you sitting 5 inches away from your face. You tell yourself you let her win that time

Before she could say this was a bad idea for the umpteenth time, the door opened with your father behind it

“Well, I’ll be dammed! If it isn’t my favorite child!” he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, a wide grin on his face

“Dad!” you smile “You don’t look a day over 80”

“Oh hush, you.” he laughs, turning to Tara

“And you must be Tara!” he reaches out to shake her hand, Tara reciprocating the action.

“We’re all excited to meet you. Our Y/N likes to brag about you quite a lot! Welcome to the family, Tara. It’s a pleasure to have you here” the older man pats her shoulder, his grin bright enough to be seen by astronauts on the Moon

“Thank you, Mr. (L/N). Please, the pleasure is all mine” Tara smiles, and you interlace your hands once again

“Oh, hush with all that formal crap. You’re making me feel old! Frank or Frankie is perfectly fine, darlin’. Come on in!”

You give Tara’s hand a supportive squeeze, offering a smile. You’re proud she didn’t pass out while talking to your dad. He could definitely be overbearing at times, but the older man only had good intentions

Setting down you and Tara’s gift on a nearby table, she was hit with an immediate sense of home when she entered the living room. Tara felt nostalgia that didn’t exist. Perhaps it was a sense of longing. Tara could definitely imagine a small you running around and tracking mud all over the floors. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to see your baby pictures. The shorter girl felt something brush up against her legs, snapping her out of her thoughts

“Ares!” you say excitedly, reaching down to pick up the orange cat. Part of his left ear was missing, but it added to his charm

“He always takes a while to warm up to people. I wonder why he came up to you?” now you were holding the cat in such a way that invited Tara to pet him — which she happily did. Ares quickly started to purr

“Maybe it’s ‘cause I smell like you?”

“I like to think it’s ‘cause you’re the chosen one” you shrug, noticing how Tara’s cheeks redden the tiniest bit

“Why’s his name Ares? That’s a greek god, isn’t it?” Tara didn’t know much about greek mythology when she first met you, but after long rants (in which she happily listened to), she now knew some surface-level facts

“Mom let me name him when I was 13, and I might’ve been going through a really bad Percy Jackson phase at the time. Ares was a real ass when he was younger. Always messing shit up, and I guess it just fit at the time.” you smiled at him. Tara noticed the look in your eyes. You were recalling all your past memories of Ares, getting ready to talk about the orange cat if she asked. Tara liked observing you

“C’mon, how about we say hi to my Mom? Are you ready for another parent?” You asked, setting down Ares on his cat post as he stretched and let out a big yawn.

“Yeah, definitely ready.”

“You sound uncertain. I know you’ll fuck shit up out there, babe” you press a kiss to the bridge of her nose, making her subconsciously scrunch it up in the way you found sickeningly adorable

“Y’know, you should really be a professional motivational speaker, baby. I feel better already” she says in a sarcastic tone, but she fully means her words

Making your way to the backyard doors, Tara is starting to feel a little better about meeting your family. Your Mom was seated on the patio deck with a few of her sisters — your aunts. Before you could say hello, the three of them were already up

“Mom, Auntie Rosie, Aunt Amelia, meet my girlfriend. This is Tara” you smile at her, and she returns your smile

“Tara! You’re even prettier in real life!” you’re lovingly shoved out of the way as all the attention is now drawn to your girlfriend

A slew of praise bombard her, compliment after compliment meeting her ears. You come up behind her and place your hand on the brunette’s shoulder, offering a little comfort. Instead of being met with her eyes of discomfort, all you can see is happiness behind her smile. She happily engages in conversation. Answering questions about your relationship, her education, and plans for the future. Tears prick at your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You loved seeing Tara happy.

“Well, it was wonderful meeting you, Tara. Don’t be a stranger, sweetheart. How about you two enjoy the party, now?” your mom smiled

“Likewise. It was wonderful meeting you too, Mrs. (L/N)”

Before you can turn around, there’s a sudden weight on your back that makes you topple onto the grass. You can hear the faint giggling of Tara as you’re causally making out with the floor

“Lilith (M/N) (L/N). I swear to god if you don’t get off of me, I’ll make sure to-“ you never finished your sentence as more weight was put on your back. Not as heavy as your sister, but the weight was still there. By the sound of high-pitched giggles, you could only assume your nieces — your older brother’s daughters — were now on top of you as well

“Auntie Y/N! Auntie Y/N! Who’s that over there?” Your nieces say in union. Lily gets off your back, but the other two decide to stay and bombard you with questions

Tara can’t help but laugh at your state

“You’re Tara, right?” your sister was now at your girlfriend’s side as you struggled to bribe your nieces with candy (they were surprisingly resilient)

“Mhm, you’re her sister, aren’t you? Lilith is what Y/N said?”

“Lilith is my real name, but family and friends call me Lily” she winks at Tara with a smirk on her face

“Did you know Y/N had a crush on you in high school? She said she’d kill me if I told anyone, but every single day she’d tell me about her fat crush on you” Lily playfully bumped her and Tara’s shoulders together. “Even more than Elizabeth Olsen is what she’d say to me”

“Oh? Please continue, I insist.” Tara can’t contain her smile as she learns about your crush on her. Now fueled by not getting embarrassed more than you already have, you practically wrestle your nieces to get back up on your feet

“Lily I swear to everything holy, if you don’t shut up, I will make sure you never see another sunrise.” you’d probably be scarier if there weren’t two little girls hanging off your arms with some dirt and grass smudged on you face when you got up. Tara and Lily doubled down laughing, and you could feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment

“C’mon you two troublemakers, don’t give Auntie Y/N back problems just yet” your brother calls out from behind Tara. You two were the absolute splitting images of each other. You’ve already shown pictures and videos of him, but now she’s actually seeing him. Face shape, hair texture, you and him may as well be conjoined twins

“Tara, is it? Y/N hasn’t stopped talking about you since you two have met. I’m Joshua” he gracefully picks up his daughters, finally giving you breathing room to mutter something about “working out” and “bodied by toddlers”

“You don’t know how many times i’ve heard that today” Tara’s teasing grin was so wide, her name may as well be the Cheshire Cat. She looks over Joshua’s shoulder, meeting your flushed cheeks and embarrassed look

“I don’t appreciate this slander, thank you. I’d like to take my girlfriend away, now!” you say in a sing-song tone. Your siblings and nieces wave you two a goodbye before starting a conversation of their own

“Embarrassed, much?”

“Hush, you get embarrassed when Mindy tells me about your ‘longing looks’ as she’d call it”

“All the more reason for me to hear about how much you liked me~” Tara pokes the side of your ribs, and you pinch her cheek in retaliation

Before you know it, you’re inside your house again. This time, way more family and family friends occupy the main area. Tara could handle smaller interactions with your immediate family, but this stressed her out. She never liked admitting it, but crowded places freaked her the fuck out. More chances of Ghostfa-

“Black licorice?”

“Black licorice.” she nods, looking at you. Tara liked how well you knew her.

“How about my room? I have a record player in there” You guided her up the stairs, your hand not leaving Tara’s for a second

Entering your room, she noticed how you it was. Band and movie posters were all across the walls, and she could clearly picture a middle school Y/N in their Hot-Topic phase. Vinyl records and a multitude of books sat on shelves all over your room. Above your bed, under your bed, you name it, there wasn’t a shelf that was empty

“Lana, Arctic Monkeys, Taylor, Slipknot for some reason…” You listed off artists you had records for, and they were all so you. She could practically feel your entire soul in this room, just wafting around

“Lana. Definitely, Lana” Tara makes her way to your bed, feeling the soft sheets on her thighs

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You sit next to her, letting Tara rest her head on your shoulder

“Do you think i’ll ever stop being scared? I don’t like feeling scared around your family. I don’t like how they’re all still affecting me”

“It’ll take time, Tara. Months, Years, you name it. But however long it takes, I promise I’ll be there with you.” Tara fidgets with your hands, and you press a kiss to the side of her head

Before you can fully move away, Tara pulls you into another kiss. She feels soft against your lips, and smells like absolute heaven. She kisses you like you’re her last meal, and you’d happily be devoured. She straddles your waist as your back hits the headboard. You kiss until air is required, and pull away with a small smile on your face. It’s not long until you do it again. And again. And again. Until your lips are cherry red from Tara’s biting, and her dress a little crinkled from your urge to always be close

“We can stay up here if you want? I’ll tell my parents you aren’t feeling well.”

“No, that’d be bad manners. Can we just… stay like this a little longer?”

“Whatever you want, baby.” You shimmy out of her straddle, and opt to lay on your bed

“Lay down with me?”

“Y/N, i don’t want my hair to get all messy”

“So what? You’d look pretty either way”

“Your family is gonna think we had sex, baby”

“I hate to break it to you, babe, but they probably already think we’re on our third position right now”

Tara sighs.

“Moments like these are when I question why I said yes to dating you” She groans, laying down on her back next to you

“I’m irresistible” you say with a smug grin on your face

“If it helps you sleep at night, baby”

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“Where did Tara and Y/N go?” your mother questioned

“Y/N whispered something in Tara’s ear, and they went upstairs. Ten dollars they’re gonna fuck”

“Lily! Language!” your sister laughed as your mom lightly slapped her shoulder

“You should probably wait 10 minutes before calling them down here”

“I’m grounding you.”

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Ten minutes of laying on your bed and a few kisses later, a knock is heard at your door

“Are you two decent over there?”

“We aren’t fucking, Lily” this time, it’s your turn to groan

“Just make sure to air out your room before our nieces and nephews get up here”

“I hate being related to you” Tara laughs behind you, trying to suppress a smile. “I’d wrestle you if I wasn’t so strong” you open your door

“We both know you’re all talk. I’m the real winner, aren’t I, Tara?”

“As long as it’s not Y/N” Tara shrugs while walking down the stairs, and she can practically feel the betrayed look on your face

“I’m the real winner, aren’t I, Tara?” You say in a higher pitch, mocking Lily. “C’mon, we both know I have more experience.”

“Sex isn’t the same as wrestling, Y/N”

“You’d be agreeing with me if you actually got some, Lily”

“Alright, I think that’s enough about sex. I’m gonna have this on my conscience while we sing happy birthday to your father” Tara just couldn’t stop thinking about how you two bantering was so similar to her family bantering with Mindy and Chad. The shorter girl’s family was maybe definitely more complicated than yours, but you never made her feel bad about it. Tara liked that about you

“Your girlfriend is cool” Lily whispers, but Tara can hear her

“You’re saying that like I don’t already know” You smile, swinging an arm around Tara’s shoulders. Finally making it to the bottom floor, your family is around your father, getting ready to sing happy birthday. He requested two simple five and five candles, but it seems he lost that battle as 55 regular candles sat on his sheet cake

A few of your nieces and nephews of different ages swarm to your side like bees following their queen. Tara has to push away her baby thoughts when she sees you take one of your nieces into your arms and smile all the way up to your eyes. This barbie is having baby fever

Someone dims the lights, and a happy birthday is sung to your father. She joins in the makeshift choir, meeting his eyes and smiling. The man looked a little awkward, but honestly who didn’t while being sung happy birthday. When the crowd was finished singing, the older man closed his eyes in thought of a wish. As quickly as they closed, his wish was made

A spew of cheers and congratulations erupted as he was handed a knife to cut his cake. Kids rushed to grab a slice, and Tara had to actively try and not get her toes stepped on. The shorter girl felt someone lean onto her from behind, and she could tell it was you from how your chin rested on her head

“How’re you feeling?” A slice of cake was now in her hands as of your delivery. “Let’s sit outside and you can talk me through it”

“This is all so new to me, but i’m enjoying it. I’m still scared and nervous, but you’re making it easier” she bumps your shoulders together. “Your siblings are also pretty fun to be around”

“Thanks for coming today, baby” you kiss the side of her head. “I’m really proud of you for agreeing to come with me.”

Tara lays her head on your shoulder, and you two stay like that for a little while, appreciating each others presence to take a small breather.

“Thank you for being patient with me” The shorter girl says softly after a while

“As long as Atlas is holding up the sky, I promise I’ll wait for you”

“Baby, you’re so lucky I love you. I would’ve cringed if you were anyone else, but somehow you make it endearing”

“I always told my siblings I’d get a girlfriend that appreciates my Greek Mythology references”

“You’re a dork.” Tara smiles before leaning in to kiss you. She was looking forward for another day like this.

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Bonus:

You and Tara are cuddling on her bed when the clock turns to 12am

“Hey, Tar?”

“Mmm?”

“I told you so.”

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lennoxwrites · 6 months

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Recollections of the past

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: when you die, Tara struggles living without you

Words: 2k

A/n: thanks for all the love on ‘birthdays and stress’ :D

Warnings: scream 6 spoilers, major character death, angst, hurt/comfort (but mostly hurt), blood, crying, mention of sex

Tara swears she can hear angels sing when you catch her eye. She looks at you, and her heart soars. It might’ve been the booze, it might’ve been the second-hand weed, but something came over her when you looked at her with the utmost adoration. Tara can’t control her body when she starts to lean in closer, and you end up closing the gap.

Your lips fit together like you’d done this hundreds of times before. You pull the smaller girl on top you, and Tara sighs like she’s just been accepted into heaven. Her hands tangle into your hair, and it’s your turn to sigh as she starts to massage the back of your head.

Unfortunately you’re both humans that need air to breathe, but that doesn’t stop you two from diving back into each other when you’re both ready for more.

Tara made sure she had the first pleasure of saying ‘I love you’ only seconds after you asked her to be your girlfriend.

“Little miss eager, are we?”

“I’d come up with a witty remark, but i’d much rather have incredibly soft sex with you”

“God, you’re such a dork. I’m surprised we haven’t done this sooner”

“God can’t help you anymore, baby. You’re all mine, and i’m not letting you go~”

“You’re saying that like it’s a problem”

“I remember the night i realized i was in love with you. Whenever i miss you, i always think about that night. I know i’m always telling you about it, but you were just so… ethereal. I don’t think i’d ever be able to forget how you smiled at me.”

On particularly bad nights when Tara had nightmares about Amber and the Ghostface attacks, you were always there to tell her it’ll be okay. At first Sam wasn’t too approving, but you reminded her of herself. You gained Sam’s trust when you showed up at their front door in the middle of the night looking like you’d just woken up (which you did) and proceeded to let Tara cry into your neck until the sun came up.

You’d rub circles into her back and massage the back of her head until your hands were numb, and the circulation of blood has long since left your fingers. Even before you two were official, you’d give Tara the most tender kisses you could offer her.

When you kissed her nose, she’d scrunch it up and give you the tiniest smile. When you kissed her cheek, she’d giggle and mumble ‘That tickles’ in a barely audible whisper. Finally, when you kissed her forehead, her wrinkles would disappear like they were never there. Only then would you start to lay Tara back down on her bed and let the smaller girl sleep until the afternoon

Tara found your smell intoxicating like a drug. She needed it to sleep, go outside, or do anything. She just need you around her at all times. Tara would steal your clothes just for the days you couldn’t be in her apartment.

“I haven’t washed any of your clothes. Sam tells me they’ll grow mold, but i’d keep them either way. Your mom let me take home most of your clothes. Sometimes i wish you’d bought more so i wouldn’t have to use the same ones every night.”

It’s been 3 weeks since you’ve died, and Tara hasn’t gotten used to the idea of you not being home. After long nights under the sheets with her, you’d make Tara something to eat every single morning after. Your aftercare didn’t stop until you decided your girlfriend was well taken care of.

Breakfast in bed, relaxing baths, Tara may as well be the queen of England with how much you spoiled her. More often than not, you’re up and awake hours before Tara. You use this time to clean up and tidy until your next round of fun times.

You’d wash her clothes, prepare her bag for classes, and clean up the strewn about clothes from the night before. When Tara woke up, she’d be able to hear the sizzling of bacon on a pan, and your less-than-ideal-singing. Tara found it adorable when you’d mess up a lyric or try and hit a high note.

Tara still woke up to bacon sizzling and music in the background, but your voice was no longer there. Maybe you just got tired from singing? Yeah. Definitely that. Tara waited for you to arrive in her room. You usually came in around 9:30 am, but the clock quickly turned into 10:00 am, 11:00 am, 12:00 pm and even 1:00 pm. Before she knew it, Sam was spoon feeding her at 10:00 pm and you still weren’t there.

“Whenever i smell breakfast and you’re not in bed with me, i always assume you’ll come bursting through the door with a smile on your face with a tray of my favorite food. I’ve spent hours waiting for you to show up, but you never do.”

It’s been 2 months since you died, and Tara hadn’t left her room in days. Sam was growing more and more concerned as time passed. She didn’t want to admit it, but Sam was scared. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Her baby sister was hurting, and she wasn’t able to take away her pain. Sam wasn’t dumb. She saw how you two looked at each other. There was nothing but love.

Sam didn’t want to admit it, but you’d won her over long before she showed it. You were a good friend as well. Always offering to be a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. Now you were gone, and Sam didn’t know how to help Tara heal.

After a particularly long night at work, Sam wasn’t met with the silence of an apartment, but the crying of her sister. Sam wanted to do something, but she didn’t know what. So for now she’d be the shoulder to cry on, just as you had been for the Carpenter sisters.

A nervous Sam opened Tara’s door, and she was met with her younger sister curled in a ball while wearing your shorts and shirt. Sam felt tears prick at her eyes from the sight, but she had to be strong. She had to be there for her baby sister. Slowly walking toward Tara’s bed, Sam leaned down to meet her eyes.

“…Sammy?” Tara croaked, and Sam could feel her heart shatter. Tara’s eyes were bloodshot red and her eye bags were such a dark color they rivaled her freckles. Tears were a constant stream on her face, leaving a damp spot on her bedsheets.

“Oh, Tara…” was all Sam could manage before she got into bed with her younger sister. Sam felt like a mother rocking her baby to sleep after a bad dream. God, Sam wished this was a bad dream. The older sister didn’t believe in any deity or god, but that night she prayed. Sam prayed to whoever out there would listen. She prayed her sister would be alright. She prayed her sister would be able to heal. She prayed for this to be a nightmare, and that you’d be alive and breathing the next day. Her last prayer never came true.

“On really bad days, i wear your clothes and put a heat pad on my stomach and pretend it’s you holding me. Sometimes in the middle of the night i can feel a warmth around me. I used to think it was you, but it ended up being Sam trying to comfort me.”

It’s been a year since you died, and Sam has been urging Tara to go outside more. It started off as easy and simple things. Getting groceries, going to the movies, and checking out books at the library. Tara actually got the number of a very pretty librarian. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet. Tara would’ve said she was the one before she’d met you. The librarian — whose name was Katie — asked Tara for her number.

Sam said this could be good for Tara, but they both knew this could only end in one way. Despite this, Tara agreed to a first date. Then a second date. And then a third date at Katie’s apartment.

But Tara’s heart was never in in. Tara felt bad she was wasting such an amazing girl’s time. Her wake up call was when Katie kissed her, and she didn’t feel your lips on hers. Tara cried, and Katie understood she wasn’t the right one. The brunette apologized and apologized, but Katie knew her heart was elsewhere after the first date.

“When other people kiss me, it doesn’t feel right. It feels like i’m cheating on you. I think about the disappointed look you’d have on your face when i come home, but you’re not there to give it to me. I know you’d want me to move on, but i don’t think i can.”

You died ferociously protecting Tara. Punches, kicks, and bites were exchanged. You fought, and you fought hard. But ultimately, protecting Tara was always bound to be your demise. You were battered and bruised when Ethan took the bag off your head.

“Y/N!”

“Not a step closer, Tara.” He pointed the gun at your head. “Or your precious girlfriend over here gets it”

“Fuck you.”

“A lover for a lover. If Richie can’t be alive, neither can she.” He pushes the gun closer to your head, and you have to suppress a shiver at how it’s covered in blood. “You sisters don’t deserve to be happy”

You look up at Tara, and both of you know one person between you two is going to come out of this alive. You decide it’s going to be Tara.

‘I love you’ are the last words you mouth to your girlfriend before you use all your body weight to knock down Officer Bailey and Quinn. A bullet is in your skull less than a second later.

“I still have nightmares, but they’re mostly about you. They’ve gone down with time, but some nights i have to see your face. I can’t tell whether it’s a curse or a blessing most times”

You died when you were only 22. Young and bright-eyed, you were still able to change the lives around you. Mindy shared many of your interests, Anika was your best friend, Chad learned about his love of football through you, and Sam was the sister you never had. But most importantly, you were the love of Tara’s life.

Tara wished she photographed every single moment she had with you. she knows better now. After your death, Tara spent more time with her family — which Chad named ‘The Core Four’. There were sleepovers, game nights, and movie nights way more often now, as per Tara’s request.

Moments with you were only in memory, and she vowed to never let your name leave her mind. So, Tara started to write. At first it was memories and fun moments with you, but it quickly turned into her experiences with Ghostface, and the story of her life. This was only meant for herself, though. Tara saw firsthand how media affects real life.

“I know how much you loved red velvet, so i got you a cupcake. It’s from a new bakery i know you’d like” The brunette sets down a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting and a candle at the base of your headstone.

The shorter girl looks up at the sky, and is met with a rapidly setting sun. “Well it’s getting dark, and i have to leave soon. I don’t want to worry Sam.”

Tara opens a heart-shaped locket around her neck with a picture of you and her in it. Bringing it to her lips, a few stray tears run down her face. “Happy 24th birthday, my love”

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lennoxwrites · 6 months

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How to show emotions

Part III

How to show disappointment

swallowing hard

low, monotone voice

clucking their tongue

rubbing their face

shaking head

clenching hands

sighing

frowning

pursing of the lips

slumped shoulders

looking away

scowling

How to show relief

exhaling deeply

tension in their face going away

closing eyes for a moment

tentative smile

eyes brightening up

small giddy laughter

putting hand on their breast

joyfully tearing up

looking up

How to show desire

gaze dropping down to the other's lips

opening mouth slightly

small smile around the eyes

eyes widening

pupils dilating

biting lips

following them with their eyes

inhaling deeply

licking lips

How to show tiredness

closing eyes

slowly opening them again

long sighs

yawning

no eye contact

head lolling to the side

closed mouth, neither smile nor scowl

not moving a lot

doing everything slower

staring off into the near distance

How to show confidence

prolonged eye contact

nodding to show they are listening

putting their shoulders back

holding head high

leaning forward

standing tall

smiling openly

Part I | Part II

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lennoxwrites · 6 months

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Ghostface!Tara

all hers: “I’d kill everybody in this town before they’d take you away from me.” Tara says, eyes wild. “I’d kill everybody in the world. You belong to me.” Ghost face!Tara. Smut. Dark themes. 18+

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

part vi

part vii

part viii

part ix

part x

part xi

part xii

part xiii

part xiv

part xv

part xvi

part xvii

part xviii

part xix

part xx

part xxi

part xxii

part xxiii

part xxiv

part xxv

part xxvi

epilogue

drabble 1 (anal sex), drabble 2 (R is sick), drabble 3 (clingy!Tara), drabble 4 (jealous reader), drabble 5 (R Dad trying to set R up), drabble 6 (Sam’s and R’s girls day)

Ghostface!Tara Playlist | Ghostface!Tara sexy-time playlist

The drabble files: Loosely connected drabbles from the all hers universe.

P1 | P2 | P3

Quinn Bailey Must Die: Quinn Bailey is yours and Tara’s, sexed up, horndog roommate. She’s cool at first, you think. Until she sets her sights on Tara. All hers universe, set after the main story. GF!Tara

P1 | P2 | P3

Vada Cavell

secrets that you keep Vada tells her Mom a little too much. Again. An argument ensues. Smut 18+

falling all in you Vada makes a purchase for the two of you. 18+ smut.

captivated Vada’s first time seeing R’s boobs. She’s a little gobsmacked. 18+ smut.

in the name of taylor swift you have to break up with Vada. In the name of Taylor Swift. Fluff drabble: Vada’s obsession with R’s boobs.

Wednesday Addams

in the interest of spontaneity Wednesday invites you up for a ‘study session’. Of course, being Wednesday, the invite is literal. Smut, 18+ trust me Reader learns a new spell and decides to test it on Wednesday. Specifically: Wednesday’s strap-on. Smut, 18+ say my name While in bed with Wednesday, you accidentally moan Enid’s name. Smut, 18+ drabble: jealous Wednesday

Jenna Ortega / Emma Myers

three’s a crowd: You hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au.

Playlist

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten (epilogue)

Florence Pugh

Love Scenes Florence gets jealous after you film a love scene. Smut. 18+

lights, camera, action You catch Florence’s eye on the set of her latest movie. Smut. 18+

Florence Pugh x Harry Styles x reader

Third wheel Florence gets tired of being the third wheel. Angst.

Friendly Competition Harry and Florence are competitive. A little too competitive, when it comes to you. Smut. 18+

drabble

Misc

Ghostface!Tara headcanons

Ghostface!Tara NSFW alphabet

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lennoxwrites · 10 months

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Movie Night

Summary: Wanda and you are enjoying a movie night together when she makes a bold move.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

insecurity, smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, oral, hand job, fingering, praising, creampie, and fluff

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“What do you feel like watching next?” You ask as you scroll through one of the many streaming apps that your parents pay for. It’s summer break from college and you wanted to be out having fun but unfortunately you didn't have a lot of money saved and close to zero energy with the summer job your dad had secured for you at his company. He wanted you to have more structure than he did at your age so you have to earn every penny in your account. And he did not make it easy.

Which is killing your social life that consists of friends that have big allowances and enjoy going to expensive clubs, especially since they're all now legally allowed to drink. Luckily, your friend Wanda wasn't really much for going out. She enjoys a simple night in more than anything. The two of you have been hanging out pretty much every night off that you have and you appreciate that she enjoys spending this time together. However, at this point in the summer, the two of you have made it through all of the best movies and are now challenging yourselves by watching movies you otherwise wouldn't. Some turn out to be great and others turn out to be horrible. But the horrible ones are your favorites because those are the films that make you and Wanda laugh the hardest.

Wanda suggests a movie you've never heard of and you begin searching for it, only to finally have something on. “Is it good?” you ask as you select the title.

She shrugs, “I haven't seen it but,” she looks at you nervously as she scoots closer, “I’ve heard good things about it.” Wanda grabs the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and covers your laps with it.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you toss it in her lap, off of you. “But I'm not cold.” You clear your throat as you set the remote on the coffee table and settle back into the cushions. Your arm rests on the couch behind Wanda. The action gives her a little more confidence as gets a little closer.

As the two of you have been hanging out alone together, Wanda has developed stronger feelings for you but she didn't know how to express those. So she went to her friends Carol and Natasha. They suggested that she make sure this movie played. They said it got anyone horny and if she wanted to make a statement that let you know how much she wanted you, it was to get you in the mood.

The film opens with a graphic sex scene and you clear your throat again as you check your watch. Maybe this wasn't the kind of movie that is viewed in the living room of your parents house. You worried about them coming home to this playing. You grab the remote to lower the volume so you at least have a chance at changing the movie if they enter the house. You set the remote next to your thigh this time and relax as the scene ends and the plot begins.

You give Wanda an awkward smile as you return your focus to the screen. The actress was pretty but she wasn't really your type. The story wasn't really great, it was honestly putting you to sleep until it happens again. Another sex scene with very vocal actors making your body respond naturally. You try to subtly adjust yourself so that your pulsing bulge isn't noticeable but it is hard to do in sweatpants and Wanda does take notice. “Actually, it is a bit chilly in here,” you say as you pull the blanket back over your lap. Wanda smirks as she boldly reaches over and runs her fingers along the length of your bulge under the blanket. You freeze, unsure about what is happening. She removes her hand and pretends that she didn't do anything. You shake your head, believing that you made it up.

That is, until after the third sex scene. The storyline is back and so is Wanda's hand. Only it's creeping its way into your pants, just outside your boxers. She squeezes your erection, causing your breathing to get harder. “Wanda,” you whisper in question but she shushes you.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asks and you shake your head no. “Good,” she leans in to give you a kiss but it's interrupted by the home's intelligence system welcoming your parents home. You scramble to change the channel to something more appropriate and try to take Wanda's hand off of you but she shakes her head. “You’re just going to have to behave,” she says and although your heart races with anxiety, your dick stiffens at the idea and she knows that you love it.

You scoot closer to Wanda and grab a few more blankets to hide what's happening while lowering the temperature in the room just before your parents enter the space.

“See honey,” Tony says to his wife, “All these two get to do is rot away with movies when they could be going out.”

Pepper rolls her eyes and sets her clutch on the kitchen island behind you, “Don’t try to fool them. This parenting strategy wasn't all my idea, Tony.”

You gulp as Wanda finally slips her delicate fingers in your underwear. Her soft skin touching your burning length for the first time has you clutching your fists. “Hey guys,” you clear your throat as you look back in their direction, trying to act as normal as possible. “How was the fundraiser?”

“Boring,” Tony leans against the counter and pops a couple of grapes in his mouth. “How was your millionth movie night?”

“It’s been a lot of fun, Mr. Stark,” Wanda says as she runs her thumb over your sensitive tip. Making you want to lose yourself and moan.

Tony moves from his spot with a groan and a contorted expression, “What have I said? It's Tony. Mr. Stark is my father. I am not my father. Although, I am that one's father. I don't—”

“Dad,” you call out with a laugh to stop his rant. “She’s just messing with you.” Wanda smiles at your father and shakes his head.

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” he looks at his watch. “I’m off to bed. Don't get loud.” He walks to the stairs and you almost relax until you feel your mom's hand on your shoulder.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” she kisses your temple. “Please don't be up too late,” she says as she pulls away. “And make sure she gets home safely,” she tells you and you nod as you prepare to promise to your mother that your friend will be safe at home after this movie is over.

“Actually, I'm spending the night,” Wanda interrupts.

“Oh,” Pepper fails to hide her surprise. “Well, it's a good thing the guest bed is already set up.” She smiles and begins walking away, “See the two of you in the morning.”

Once you hear your parents bedroom door close you release all of the air you were holding as your friend jerked you off in front of your parents. “Fuck Wanda,” you gasp out. “I didn't know you were like this,” you say as you roll your hips in order to pump yourself in and out of her hand.

“I can't take all of the credit,” she says as she finally latches her lips to your throat. “Because you did so good, you get a reward.” You face her with confusion and she takes advantage of the position to kiss you on the lips. Her hand squeezes your cock causing you to grunt into her mouth.

“What’s that?” you ask with a dry throat.

Wanda smirks before she adjusts herself so that she is under the covers. You have no view of what is going on. All you can do is feel. The relief of being released from your pants. The feel of her hands working their magic on your dick. Then finally, the exciting and intoxicating contact of her tongue. You sit up straighter at the feel. It has been a long time since anyone has touched you here which made you extra sensitive to her touch. When her lips wrap around your cock you let out too loud of a moan that causes her to pull away completely. You whine at the loss and she looks up at you from under the blankets.

“You heard your dad,” she says. “We can't get too loud.”

“Please, can we move this to my room?” you ask breathlessly. As thrilling as the idea was, you know that the two of you would be mortified if either of your parents caught you in this act. Wanda nods and she gets up from the covers. You shut the tv off and tuck yourself back into your pants.

You follow Wanda into your room and once the door is locked, she pushes you onto the bed before you can finish dropping your pants and boxers. Both stop halfway down your thigh but Wanda isn't concerned about your state of undress. She wants you back in her mouth. You fall at the edge of your bed and she gets on her knees in between your legs. This time, you have a full view of her sucking on your dick. She uses her hand to massage the rest of your dick that she can't quite fit in her mouth. You lean back on your elbows as the view drives you crazy. Watching her work so much to pleasure you that when her hair falls and covers some of your view, you move it over her ear. This gives you the idea to hold on and guide her rhythm as she was starting to get a little too fast for your liking.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you whisper as you feel yourself getting close. “Hold on,” you pull her off of you as you try not to let the thought of the sweet sweet release control the situation. She looks at you with her once big green eyes, that are now dark with desire. “How far were you planning on this going?” you ask as you sit up. You pat the spot next to you to offer her a seat on the bed.

“Um,” she accepts the invitation but the question makes her a little awkward. Some of the boldness she had earlier leaves her. “I honestly didn't even plan this far ahead. The girls only told me to follow my instincts and do what felt right.” She plays with her fingers as she talks. A habit that you've always thought is adorable.

You try to fight a smile, “Ah, so you talked to Carol and Nat about me?”

“Is that bad?” She makes a face to show her concern.

You shake your head, “No, no, of course not. I think it's sweet that you went to them but, Wanda.” You sigh as you think of the right words, then you notice your stiff cock still standing at attention and now you feel a little awkward and ridiculous. “You could have come to me about this. You know, you've had my attention ever since high school,” you let out a small laugh.

“Really?” She is surprised by this information. You confirm it with a short nod. “I had no idea! You never showed any interest in me back then.”

You blush as you begin to feel a bit sheepish, “You were dating Vis back when we were all friends. It wouldn't have been appropriate. Besides, back then we all thought the two of you were made for each other. It was high school, I thought I missed my chance with you a long time ago.”

Wanda raises her eyebrows and twists her lips to the side of her face as it starts to click in her mind. “I didn't prepare for how far I want this to go but,” she bites her lip as she starts to get nervous. “I haven't… no one has ever…” you sit up straighter as you figure out what she is trying to say. “And it's not because I was waiting, it's just I never really wanted to before. But, I do now.” She reaches over to stroke your cock again,“With you,” she emphasizes.

“Are you sure?” You ask as you try to focus on her and not how good she is making you feel. Wanda nods again and leans in to kiss you on the lips. She climbs on top of you and straddles your lap without breaking any contact with you and you moan. As much as you love letting her be in control, you need to make her feel as good as she is making you feel. You're clumsy with your touch as you try to find a good place to grab her. When you settle one hand on her back and the other on her thigh, you spin the two of you on the bed so that she is laying on the mattress.

She lets out a sound in surprise as she tries to avoid breaking the kiss but you pull away so you can finish taking off your clothes. You start by pulling your shirt off and then finally dropping your pants along with your underwear. You put your hand over hers and pull it off of you. She is confused until you hook your fingers in her shorts and yank them down. You lick your lips at the sight of her wet pussy. As greedy as you wanted to be, you had to control yourself. You finish pulling her clothing down her legs with soft kisses down her legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Wanda wasn't really on the receiving end of things so she has no idea what to do with herself other than to pull her shirt off of her and remove her bra while you make your way back to her center. When you slip your tongue between her folds for the first time, she makes a loud noise. Nothing has ever felt so good before. You shush her with a grin and she nods as she bites her bottom lip to reign in her sounds. You continue on, inserting your pointer finger and you groan at how tight she is. You haven't been anyone's first before, so you wanted to take extra care of Wanda. She deserves the best treatment possible.

You insert a second finger to stretch her a bit and start to pump them slowly. “You’re so wet,” you praise. “Fuck, Wanda,” you say again as her walls squeeze around your fingers as you pump them in and out of her. “You like it when I compliment you, baby?” You test out the term of endearment and her walls tighten around you again as she nods. “We are going to have so much fun,” you say and you pull your fingers out of her and replace them with your tongue. Wanda's thighs try to close around your head until you have to pry them open. You kiss her thighs as you get her to relax them. “I’m not going anywhere, love. It's okay,” you whisper to her.

Wanda nods and falls back onto the mattress as she had been holding herself up to watch you. She begins to fondle her breasts as shuts her eyes to focus on feeling. Your tongue and fingers teasing her entrance. Your thumb massaging her clitoris. When you enter a third finger in her. She can hardly handle any of it. “Y/n,” she whimpers when she feels something really good happening below her belly.

“Let go, Wanda,” you tell her as you work your fingers harder on her clitoris. She finally does and she covers her face with your pillow to muffle her scream. You drink as much of her arousal as you can before kissing your way back up her body. You hover over as you wait for her to come back to Earth.

“How did you do that?” She gasps out once she finally removes the pillow from her face.

“I’ll show you later,” you say. “Are you ready?” you ask as you tease the tip of your cock at her entrance. Wanda nods as she moves her hands from her chest to your biceps. You reach over to your nightstand to grab the box of condoms you kept in there but your hand lands on an empty drawer. Your eyebrows pinch together as you move away from Wanda to find nothing there. Your heart races as you pull the other drawers open and sigh in defeat. “I’m sorry, Wanda,” you scratch your head. “I don't have a condom.”

Wanda shrugs, “It’s okay, I've been on the pill forever.”

“Are you sure?” you turn to her, a bit shocked.

She nods, “Besides, I wouldn't mind feeling all of you.”

“Okay,” you say as you climb on top of her again. You adjust yourself at her entrance and pull her into another lengthy kiss. You feel her up as you prepare to enter her. You rock your hips so that your dick rubs up against her. “Mmm, you can always tell me to stop,” you remind her.

“Please don't,” she says with her hands in your hair. As your hand finds its way to her thigh, you grab your cock and aim it at her entrance. Anxious to finally feel what it's like to do this without a condom and what she is going to feel like. You slowly slip inside of her, stopping every other inch to allow her to adjust. You rub circles on her clit to try and keep the pleasure up but get sloppy as you get lost in feeling her warm tight walls around you for the first time. You almost finish inside of her right then and there. But the image of her hanging off of Vision is enough to calm you down. Until you open your eyes and face the reality that she is naked under you moaning your name.

You begin to rock your hips a little and your head falls to her shoulder. “I don't know how long I'm going to last,” you warn her as you slam all the way inside of her. She yelps in surprise and you shoot your head up gearing up to apologize but she silences you with her lips.

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “You’ll just have to make it up to me next time,” she teases a little and it makes you smile. You start to thrust into her more as you kiss her more.

“Gosh you're so tight, Wanda,” you say as you pick up speed. “Oh fuck you have no idea how long I've waited for this,” you say you kiss her shoulder. Wanda's hands are on your back as you continue to rock into her and when she digs her nails into her you have to slow down before you explode. “Damn you're too good, oh fuck, I don't want this to end just yet,” you say as you try to prolong your oncoming orgasm.

“It’s okay,” Wanda whispers in your ear. “I want you to cum inside of me,” you fall apart at her words. They trigger something inside of you that takes over and causes you to slam into Wanda harder and faster than you wanted to. You thought you could give her a slow and sweet experience for her first time, but it has been a long time since your last sexual experience, you haven't even masturbated in a while and you could only do so much when it came to your body. “Yes, yes, yes!” Wanda encourages making you feel better about fucking her so hard.

Then finally, one last thrust and you're releasing a big load of your cum inside of her. Your head falls into her shoulder again as you try to muffle your sounds. Wanda's walls close around your pulsing cock as if she is trying to milk you dry. She places lazy kisses on your face as she waits for you to be done. “You’re so amazing,” you say as you grab a few tissues from your nightstand and pull out of her. You clean your soft dick as you roll beside her on the bed. “Now, let me help you finish,” you scoot up on the bed. “Lay on top of me,” you request. Confused, she lays the front of her body on you and you lightly laugh. “Hi,” you greet.

“Hi,” she smiles.

“As much as I like to see your face,” you start as you run your fingers down her sweaty arm. “I meant the other way.”

“Oh,” she spins around on your body until her back is against you. “Like this?”

“Yes,” you say as you grab her hand. “How often do you touch yourself?”

Wanda is glad to be facing away from you as she is sure she wouldn't be able to answer this question otherwise. “I don't really,” she says shyly. “The first few times I did it, it felt wrong to be doing it. I was afraid I was going to be labeled as some sort of sex addict in school if anyone ever found out.”

“Aw lovely girl,” you say as you guide her fingers to touch her clitoris. “It’s okay to touch yourself. In fact, you should do it at least once a night.”

“Really?” Wanda leans her body further into you as you help her find her spot. “Oh god,” she moans out, “you’re right. I should do this more often.” You remove your hand from her as you watch her learn how to pleasure herself.

“Follow your instincts,” you guide her. “Find out what feels right.” She follows your directions and her breathing gets harder as she gets closer. He free hand searches for you and you give her yours. She laces your fingers together with a tight grip as she makes herself orgasm for the first time ever. Her body shakes on top of you and you kiss her temple to her shoulder as you say encouraging words until it's over.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she turns her head to kiss you.

“Thank you,” you wink at her and she shakes her head at you.

The End

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lennoxwrites · 1 year

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Dog

*Y/N Gets a dog*

Natasha: It's not even that cute

Y/N: Are you jealous?

Natasha: Jealous? Ha!

-later-

Natasha: Listen to me, attention thief-

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lennoxwrites · 1 year

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You Belong With Us: Chapter 2 | Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader

Pairing: Alpha!Wanda x Alpha!Natasha x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angst, discussion of abusive past, mentions of paranoia and other anxieties, and lots of self-doubt and self-deprecation.

Masterlist - Requests are OPEN, Masterlist includes rules.

Word Count: 2.7k

Taglist: @newawakening9 @new-lee-marvel-fan-blog @loveshineslikethesky @madelineleong @tigerlillyruiz @bubbles2416 (couldn't tag) @mmmmokdok (couldn't tag)

Chapter 1

“Ah,” you put your coffee cup on a coaster before resuming, “That is a valid reason not to stay.”

“Yeah,” Kate took a quick sip of water, “You only need Yelena, not Natasha, not Wanda, just you and Yelena.”

You nodded in agreement, “Welp, should we, uh, call her first?”

“Mhm!” She purses her lips, “Lena, don’t be mad at me for springing this on you.”

Kate drowsily fishes around in her pockets for her cell phone. From the sound of it, she has wads of paper, change, for some reason, and plastic wrapping. Why was she carrying these things in her pocket, to begin with? Your fellow Omega seems slightly distressed at the absence of her phone, “Lemme guess, you forgot it at home…again?”

She gives you a blank stare, her lips still pursed with annoyance at herself for being so forgetful, “May I, please?” She frowns with puppy eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

“Fine,” you drawled, “You really need to have it on you; Yelena’ll be pissed this time.”

“Protective,” Kate corrects, “She’s very protective of her Omega” She blushes while searching for Yelena’s name in your contacts, “Ooh, I bet she’s gonna be cranky and growl into the phone; that’d be so hot!”

You just blink and stare absently.

“You’ll understand someday, Y/N/N…hey, Lena!”

“Where are you?” Her tone radiated irritation; she probably woke up without Kate in bed next to her, “Kate Romanoff," There’s the growl Kate had been anticipating.

Kate nearly squealed like a kid on Christmas; she could barely contain her excitement at Yelena’s possessiveness over her mate, “At the coffee shop with Y/N, she and I were wondering….”

“Kate.” The blonde groaned.

“Hear me out, okay?”

“Fine,” Lena dragged out.

“I figured she might benefit from hanging out with you alone, you know, to glean a better understanding of Alphas ‘cause she’s kinda afraid of being with one?”

“Wait, she actually agreed to that? That's surprising."

“She trusts you, Lena, and only you…currently, please. I think this could really help her.”

“Okay, you got me because I owe her a favor. Make it quick; Natasha and Wanda are on their way and will be here in two hours or less.”

“Thank you, thank you! I promise tonight, I’ll let you-” Kate turns away from you and whispers into your phone, “Knot me tonight.” and then immediately hangs up, leaving Yelena a flustered, babbling mess. Kate turns to you and hands your phone back, “Alright, it’s signed and sealed; let’s get going.”

You and Kate throw away your garbage and leave the secluded room, heading back to the apartments for your visit with Yelena. Anxiety wells up within you with each step you take, ‘It’s just Yelena; she’s a trusted friend, remember?’ you say to yourself to ease your nerves. It doesn’t help in the slightest. Kate listens to your shallow, shaky breathing and clenches your hand, “It’s gonna be okay, I promise - it’s Yelena; she will not hurt you, Y/N/N.”

“I know, there’s still the possibility that Natasha might show up earlier than expected and-”

“Y/N, I promise you will be gone before they arrive. If anything, should they arrive sooner than later, you can always make an exit, no feelings hurt.” Kate opens the door for you, and you both return home.

—

“Kate Romanoff,” the blonde answers the door upon the first knock, “Y/N, come on in! I have some snacks for us…and my sister and her wife, when they get here in like an hour and a half, make yourself comfy. And Kate…what will you be doing?”

Kate immediately makes a beeline for the bedroom. You recall she hasn’t slept because Yelena kept her up all night with strenuous physical activity, and her exhaustion showed in her posture and face, “I knew it.” You laughed.

“Oof, alright, take a seat with me, Y/N,” Yelena shrugs off Kate’s exit, clearly more interested in talking with you.

“Sooo, how do we go about this?” you wondered, twirling your hair nervously.

“Hmm, well, I know why you think what you think. Your mom was a big factor, especially since all her paranoia passed to you. What about us Alphas scares you, though? Never talked about it much.” Yelena eats cheese and crackers while you explain everything you told her Omega.

“I always hear things on the news about how Alphas mistreat or abuse my kind, and I’ve read many articles telling me how awful Alphas really are and why they shouldn’t be trusted.”

“It made your fear worse,” Yelena observed, “Most of those articles are written because they loathe them. You do not hate Alphas, right?”

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms and looking down at the snack table, taking a few grapes and noshing on them before continuing, “Right. I’m just…scared of them.”

“What about Alphas scare you? Is it…,” Yelena pauses, “How our personalities can be when our hormones act up or is it like a general thing?”

“Everything. I’m afraid of them hurting and rejecting me; what if they reject me and beat me to death? That happened a few weeks ago with an omega man; what if that happens to me?”

“Y/N, the ‘what ifs’ are breaking your mind. There are always bad apples in every group, even Omegas, betas, and of course, Alphas; that’s how people are sometimes.” Yelena explains calmly, telling you there isn’t much to fear except the bad apples.

“How would I ever know which one would hurt me? People can easily hide that dark part of themselves, and they lure me to their home and kill me or something.” You sulked, frowning as you ate another grape with some cheese.

“Well…that’s where I would go with you,” Yelena sipped some water from her hydro flask and set it down, “I’m not gonna let anybody touch you with their gross ass hands - that right is reserved for your mate alone.”

“Thank you, Lena.” you breathed out slowly, debating whether or not to tell the truth. You can trust Yelena - that’s for sure. “I say a lot that I don’t want my mate because I’d rather be independent and work on my art, unbothered by the world and away from the Alphas.” You pause to take a swig of water poured into a glass. “The truth is, I want to find them and have somebody love me.” You confessed what had been truly lying underneath the surface. All the deflecting and misdirection were useless, and it had no benefit in the end. You didn’t want to tell her, yet you had to - to escape your mom’s shadow. “I’m afraid of my mom being right about my future, about how my mate would reject me on the spot and fuck another Omega afterward. About the pain they’d inflict.”

Yelena nods in understanding, a half-smile forms on her lips, “That took a lot to admit, and I thank you for your honesty, Y/N.”

“I felt comfortable enough with you to share; besides, it needed to be shared,” you replied with a yawn, “Struggling with my mom’s darkness cannot be done alone; I need people in my life who can help me overcome this.”

“We’ll be with you, even when you move away with your mate.” Yelena slightly frowns at the thought of you leaving; she’s grown to like you throughout your time here, and so had Kate, even more so. It’s hard to imagine not being close to them anymore: just three floors down and five doors on your right.

“I don’t know what to do if I found my mate now.” You ate some more snack foods as Yelena began to speak.

“It’s up to you. A lot of Omegas tend to rush into their mate’s arms, but some are casual about it, and others take their time to fully accept their mate.” It’s good to know there’s no rush or fuss about it going too fast. What a foreign concept for you: taking time to adjust yourself to your mate instead of going head-over-heels for them, blindly rushing into something you don't know.

“I’d rather take my time and go with the flow, you know?”

Ring ring!

Yelena’s phone starts ringing. “The blonde picks up her cellular device, and her eyes widen when seeing who’s calling. You see it too, ‘Wanda….”

“Wanda…you almost here? Yeah? Okay, the door’s unlocked. Where’s Natasha? On a mission? Fuck. Okay, whatever….” Yelena grumbles at the end and hangs up, “Sooo, would you like to meet Wanda? She’s my sister’s mate - they’re Alphas, just to clarify. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.”

You’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers; you weren’t gonna walk out on an opportunity like this, “I’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers! Wanda is super cool!”

“Okay…she said she was in the elevator, so she should be here in a second. Forewarning, she is an unmated Alpha, so she might be…on you.”

You turn to her, trying to understand what she means. Yelena said Wanda was mated to Natasha, right? It’s not a terribly rare occurrence for two Alphas to be coupled together, but by the sounds of it, they haven’t eloped yet? What a strange thing to do, but hey, no judgment here. Maybe they’re waiting for their honeymoon? No, it’s implied they have been together for quite some time.

“I thought you said-” A turning of a door handle interrupts you from asking. The door swings open to reveal a redheaded woman huddled in an oversized fluffy hoodie with a Yeti cup of iced coffee.

“Ah, Wanda, have a seat. I made us some snacks.” Yelena offered.

“Oooh, I love snacks!” Wanda chirps as she excitedly waddles to the loveseat adjacent to the couch and promptly grabs a paper plate with a few pieces of cheese and crackers to go with each slice.

Once Wanda eats a few, cleans herself off, and notices you out of the corner of her eyes, she then looks up at you, inquisitively narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, “I didn’t see you there.” She puts the paper plate she was eating off of on the coffee table, “Who’re you? I’m sorry if that sounded rude.”

There’s a sickly floral scent hanging in the air; it wasn’t there before - Yelena’s apartment smells like a cold garage most times, and you know Yelena dislikes air fresheners because it makes Kate’s scent smell off, her words. Why now are there…roses permeating the air? Unless Wanda has a snazzy and expensive perfume? No, it’s too strong - it’s practically radiating off her like sunlight.

“Um, no, it’s okay, I’m Y/N. I’m her neighbor from three floors up.”

Wanda sits in silence to take in the heavenly scent you were giving, “Charmed to meet you!” Wanda bites her bottom lip and licks her upper, “What brings you here? Just hanging out and chatting or…?”

“Yeah, she’s helping me through some stuff,” you answered truthfully.

You and Wanda lock eyes for a moment, allowing you to admire her gorgeous green eyes illuminated by the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Her strawberry-blonde hair dazzles in the sunshine, giving her the radiance of an angel. To top it all off, she smells of roses and vanilla.

Your heart is racing, though you don’t know why. “You look beautiful when the sun shines on you,” you compliment her ethereal beauty at last.

“Thank you, hot stuff.” Wanda winks, and a gentle smile graces her pink and plump lips.

You sit there with an agape mouth, “I’m hot?”

Wanda’s eyes are noticeably dilated when she looks at you, “Definitely the prettiest girl I’ve seen all day…you out beat my Alpha by a longshot.”

What is her game here? You were simply complimenting how she glowed underneath the sun. Is she planning to cheat on her Alpha with a lowly Omega? Why do such a thing? Her mate is Natasha, Yelena’s sister and fellow member of the Avengers - why go so low for the apple closest to the bottom? Throwing it all away for some hermit Omega, but why?

You decide to get a clearer answer, somehow, “What? I thought you were mated to your other Alpha, Natasha? Why’re you-”

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Yelena places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“What? She’s flirting with me while she’s mated to her other half; that’s not right. That’s cheating!” you explained, not wanting to be a part of an affair.

There it is again, the smell of roses with a hint of vanilla hitting your sinuses though this time, it is noticeably stronger than before. Your body feels warmer because of it, and tingly too. The reassuring warmth washes away some of your worries as if it were magic. Wanda gets up from her seat and sits next to you; the lovely aroma becomes intoxicating. Yelena is watching on with curiosity, intently observing what Wanda plans on doing with you.

“Detka,” Wanda says breathily. Her hot breath hits the shell of your ear, causing your hair to stand up on end, “I’d never cheat on my Alpha, not with anyone, ever. However,” Wanda snakes an arm around your waist, “Have you noticed my scent? How calming it is?” She seductively whispers. Yelena has left, figuring Wanda has it from here but is nearby should things go south.

“I feel warm; it’s nice.” Wanda cranes her head and rubs against your scent gland, then pulls away, hoping you would get the hint. You begin understanding what everything means: the flirting, the use of her scent and pheromones, and the rubbing of your scent gland with her face; it could only mean one thing, “W-wait, are you, my mate?!” Fear starts overriding your brain with whispers of your mom’s heinous words.

“Yes, I am! Natasha is your mate too; that’s why I was flirting with you, silly!” Wanda’s hand slithers over yours and clasps it. Electricity shoots through you when her skin touches yours, “All ours, our precious Omega,” Wanda growled lowly and hotly into your ear.

Startled, you hop off the couch, “Oh no, no, no! I can’t, I- I can’t!” you cried, trembling as you stood. Your mom’s words echoed in your mind, “Your mate is gonna hurt you. Worthless, good for nothing. They won’t love you; they’ll pretend to and leave you in the dust and to rot.”

Wanda slowly stands up to not scare you. She hears echoes of your mind’s anguish and sadness, only small fragments of sentences such as ‘You deserve to die alone and afraid,’ With fearful tears forming in your eyes, your knees threaten to buckle underneath you. You continue repeating, ‘I can’t,’ until Wanda speaks, “Shhhh, detka. I’m not going to hurt you…. May I hold you, detka?”

“No, no, please get away from me. I- I can’t be here!” you begged, and your breathing became panicked and heavy. All that’s on your mind is your mother yelling at you, screaming obscenities until her voice gives out.

“Okay, okay. I hear you…tell me, what’s wrong ‘mega?” Wanda spoke softly, backing away two feet to not tip you over the edge.

“MY MIND IS KILLING ME!” you sobbed; everything had become blurry, and your body flushed with heat. You began wobbling, nearly falling backward. Wanda is quick to wrap her arms around you.

“Oh, my Omega…I’m right here,” Wanda cooed as she placed you and herself on the couch, preparing for when you inevitably drop.

There’s nothing but grievances swirling in the vortex of your frightened mind as you succumb to your body’s emergency shutdown. You were feeling good moments ago, then the panic of finding your mate so soon sent your mind into a maddening spiral that brought out your mother’s harshest words. This was going to be quite the complicated path you would travel: learning to accept your past and learning to love again.

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I Know So | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Pregnancy is a dream come true for a woman who’s lost her children twice…or is it?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, miscarriage, blood, hospitals, medical procedures

Word Count: 2.5K

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Joy. Pure unadulterated joy. That’s the first thing you felt when you opened the small bag Wanda left on the kitchen table for you.

“Really?” you asked as you cradled the tiny yellow booties in your hands.

“Mmhmm,” Wanda nodded, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She yelped as you picked her up and spun her around.

“You’re pregnant!” The feeling was indescribable. After all the months of trying, all the hoping and praying and negative tests, Wanda was getting her boys back. Never again would she dream about traveling back into the multiverse to find them. They finally existed in your world.

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HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy

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ID: Katara and sokka in swimgear. in the first image, sokka is searching for something in the water. his hair getting wet. katara leans over to him saying "don't you think, its time for a haircut?" in the second image sokka rose form the water, a dog-shark creature in hand, swinging his hair in Katara face splashing her. smugly he says "no <3". End ID

i know its winter! i know it likley snowed by now on the northern hemilsphere! but... on the southern side is summer time right??? so... its fine.... this is fine!!!

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Revive Teaser

*ahem* I’m feeling generous soooooo below the cut is a teaser for the prologue to the Flatline Sequel: Revive. Enjoy!

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FLATLINE MASTERLIST

Hospital AU - Wanda maximoff x Reader

Summary: You just started your residency at a new hospital. New relationships, drama, and romance ensue!

PART ONE: MAXIMOFF’S ANATOMY

PART TWO: NO STRINGS

PART THREE: FAMILY TIES

PART FOUR: NOTHIN’ BUT THE TRUTH

PART FIVE: CUPID’S GOT A GUN

PART SIX: HOW TO FIX A BROKEN HEART

PART SEVEN: REVIVE

Oneshot/Drabbles:

Day by Day

Love on the Brain

Blast from the Past

Addicted to Love

Private Practice (City of Angels)

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Stunt Mishap

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

When Lizzie gets hurt during a stunt, you help take care of her

Note: I’m just in love with her y’all. Enjoy!

Elizabeth Olsen Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Throughout the last few months, you have become super close friends with someone you considered one of your favorite actresses. Elizabeth Olsen, or as her friends call her Lizzie, is a million times better than you could’ve ever imagined she would be.

You met on the set of her first solo movie for Marvel. You are on the writing team and from the first moment Lizzie read the script she was so excited that someone else shared her love for her character.

It only took a few in person conversations with Lizzie to discover that you had a crush on her. Sure, before you met her you sort of fantasized what it would be like to know her, but actually knowing her was completely different. Lizzie often hugs you and she talks to you every time you’re on set, which makes you come to set as often as you can.

That’s why you’re here today as Lizzie attempts to do a stunt. You watch as she goes up in the harness and begins the fighting sequence. Things are going great until they aren’t.

Suddenly, the harness starts to release Lizzie and the only thing below her is the firm floor that is only slightly malleable. You watch in horror as she falls, and everyone runs towards her. Nobody gets there in time and Lizzie lands directly on her arm.

You push through the crowd of people so only you and an on-set paramedic are next to Lizzie.

“Hey, are you alright Lizzie?” you ask her, looking over her injured arm. She can’t move her wrist and you know that’s not a good sign.

“It hurts,” Lizzie replies. She reaches for your hand with her good arm, and you hold her hand.

“You’re going to be okay,” you tell her. The paramedic nods in agreement. You offer to take Lizzie to the hospital, and everyone agrees to that.

When you get there, they tell you that Lizzie has a broken wrist, but she won’t need surgery. She’s anxious, you can tell, but you stay by her side, and she feels her worries lessen. And you drive her home.

The next week or so consists of her trying to maneuver around with a cast on her arm. Lizzie doesn’t listen to anyone who offers help because she doesn’t want to be a bother. It isn’t until one night when you are at her house cooking her dinner, an offer you had to make her accept, that she even asks for any help.

“Y/n?” she calls your attention shyly.

“What’s up?” you turn around to face her.

“Can you- would you mind helping me wash my hair? I just can’t seem to do it by myself,” Lizzie is still shy as she asks.

“Of course. We’ll do it after dinner?”

“Thank you,” she says. “You’re the best.”

“Anything for you,” you reply.

You feel your heart beating fast in your chest. The idea of washing Lizzie’s hair is so intimate. You manage to get through dinner without panicking and Lizzie disappears to her bedroom and bathroom.

She comes back out with a t-shirt on and her hair products.

“We’ll use the kitchen sink so you can rinse it easiest,” Lizzie says.

“Smart,” you say. You wouldn’t have thought of that.

You turn on the sink and get the water to a comfortably warm temperature. Nervously, you gesture for Lizzie to lean over the sink. The water runs over her hair as your fingers begin to flow through it. You can’t see it but her eyes close in relaxation at the feeling.

As you apply and rinse shampoo, you feel yourself get into a comfortable rhythm.

“Are you good?” you ask Lizzie as you begin to apply her conditioner.

“Hm, I’m great,” Lizzie says.

You smile at her contentedness. You finish rinsing her hair and help her lift her head back up so that it flows back easily, and water doesn’t splash everywhere.

Lizzie suddenly pulls you into a hug. You don’t even mind the wetness from her hair spreading onto your shirt. You just enjoy the feeling her resting against you.

“Thank you, y/n,” Lizzie mumbles into your chest.

“You’re welcome, Lizzie,” you say. It feels so natural holding her here in her kitchen as her hair is wet just like she just got out of the shower.

When Lizzie steps back from your chest, she looks into your eyes and then glances at your lips. You move half a step closer to her.

No words are exchanged as Lizzie inches the rest of the way to you and her lips connect with yours. Your hand moves through her wet hair to the back of her neck as you pull her ever closer to you. The kiss is soft, intimate, and everything you could’ve ever imagined.

“Wow,” Lizzie unironically says as she breaks the kiss.

“Wow indeed.”

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” she says with a smile. You kiss her again briefly.

“But this was perfect,” you say. “I think I’m going to try and write Wanda a girlfriend. What do you think?”

Lizzie laughs and you grin at her.

“I’d like that, sweetheart,” she says.

You spend the rest of the night at Lizzie’s house talking to her and getting to know each other even better than before. And as much as you hate that she broke her wrist, you’re glad that you finally were brought together.

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