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Decided to watch the pure angst again because I love anything fitting the cyberpunk vibe.

So I'm watching Cyberpunk Edgerunners again :p

And I started playing Cyberpunk 2077 again too

[t-wylia]

all I want is for you to be safe

korra x fem!reader

tw: established relationship, hurt/comfort, mentions of an argument, action/fighting discussion, kissing, angst w/ happy ending, discussions of death, minor injury (korra), R isn’t a bender, not proofread lmao

a/n: though this says fem!reader, I don’t beleive any gender is mentioned (I just imagined fem!reader when writing)

As an avatar Korra’s familiar with injuries, both emotional and physical. She understands the weight that actions have, seen the results around her and on herself. She’s seen people loose a family member and have come across how one’s selfish actions affect others. So she should’ve been better with the one she cared for.

It was a valid concern. You had come to her, whispered words on how lately you’ve become scared. Witnessing the danger she was in often made you fear her saftey, but she shoved you off.

It was a joke at first, stating that she was the avatar and everything happening was destined. Then something had come over her; she got defense and hurtful words were thrown. You had left in silence. Korra’s guilt eating away at her as she watched you leave.

She had come back to her room, relieved to see your body in her bed. The room was completely silent when she got ready for bed and finally crawled under the sheets. Your back faced hers and still didn’t turn even after you felt her body dip in on her side of the bed.

She too rolled over with a purposeful huff, the sound annoying and irritating. The two of you laid close enough to know each other was there, but far enough to tell the other that you’re still hurt. You were half asleep, listening to Korra deep breaths when the room shook. Her eyes snapped open, body already slipping from bed to look out the door.

A fleet of earth benders were at the far corner of the city, pushing houses to completely collapse in on themselves. You were reaching her, calling out her name when a flurry of dust and small rocks filled the room. It was suffocating. Her hand met yours, pushing through the smoke with you in toll.

“Go,” she yells, reaching behind her to knock one of them onto a railing below you two.

“I—“

She curses and grabs a hold of you, grip tighter this time. Air rushes around you, the city looking smaller and smaller as you reached higher altitude. You shout when a stone barrels at you. It crumbled a second later, dust inside adding to the already growing cloud.

“Do you have to be so stubborn?”

Her complain turns into a rant, pushing you into a house on the other side of the city.

“Sorry,” she doesn’t catch how you close in on yourself at her words, hands shaking at your chest.

Her eyebrow twitches in annoyance, “I can’t do this right now. Just stay here.”

Then in a split second she’s gone, door shutting behind her. It left you in a dark room, same worries from before drowning you. You understand where she came from, thinking you didn’t she was strong enough. She already has worries of her own about being the avatar, feeling she needs to prove it at every opportunity.

It still didn’t take away your point, and now was a great example. The universe seemed to be playing you, bringing up the same situation that caused a ripple in your relationship just hours earlier. Time seemed to slow down while you sat in the dark room, hearing and occasionally feeling the walls shake from the extent of their attacks.

They got closer, making your throat clog with panic. You couldn’t match their aggression, you had nothing to fight with; something Korra liked to mention a few times during your fight. You know that she has it all, every fighting chance while you didn’t.

You don’t doubt her abilities, that wasn’t why you sought her out earlier.

You were worried someone could catch her off guard, trap her, use her weaknesses against her. You were worried you couldn’t do anything, and it was so unfair that she used that against you.

Fifteen maybe twenty minutes passed. The city grew quiet once again, residents slowly emerging from their hiding spots. The door to the building you were in bursts open, Korra entering with a brush of her hands.

“They barely put up a fight, too eas—“

Your figure rested on the ground, hands brushing away the tears that continued to trail down your cheeks. The sight slowed her words down, remembering her previous actions and realizing this is the result of them.

She moves with ease, footsteps making no noise as she comes to sit beside you. The sound of your hushed cry hurt to listen to and it was all she could hear at the moment, coming from beside her. She was grateful enough you haven’t shrugged her off or yelled at her.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“You can be so mean Korra,” you choke out, delivery shaky instead of stern.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why do you need to be so brash? I was only trying to express my concern and you had to make it about yourself. I know you can handle yourself, but you didn’t have to tell me—“

At the notion that you’re working yourself up again, she’s moving herself in front of you and taking one of your hands in hers.

“I’m really sorry. Everything I’ve said lately was completely out of line and mean. I take full responsibility. Nothing of what I said was true, you are capable and—“

“Are you okay,” you reach to brush the cuts on her forehead. A hiss spills from her when you touch the open wound, hands reaching to quickly pull yours away.

“It’ll heal. Are you okay?”

“Will be after you kiss me.”

“Woah,” she arches an eyebrow, “already? Now?”

You initiate, pulling her closer by where your hand was intertwined with hers on your leg. She relaxes into the kiss, slotting herself further between your legs. Her thumb brushes away the tear stains, pulling back with a solemn expression.

“I’m so sorry,” she says softly and so close to your lips, attention staying on your eyes and how they looked comparatively dimmer as compared to yesterday.

“I forgive you,” you rub her face in the same manner as her, small sniffles coming from you, “if you promise to not speak to me like that ever again.” She agrees, a soft smile growing on her face when you bring her back to kiss you again. When she makes it back to bed, she’s pulling you into her, resting her head on yours.

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[t-wylia]

This is feeding into my brainrot for korra 😩

so soaked

korra x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, top!korra, bottom!reader, fingering (r receiving), water strap (r receiving), strap described to be her “dick” once, pure filth (im so sorry), established relationship, not proofread

a/n: this is for all of the korra fans who still love her even after like 11 years lmao :)

Korra’s most likely to come up with a stupid idea and be completely serious about putting it into action. Most times she’ll pull it off too. You know this about her, but seeing it come to life in a romantic lighting was new, different.

She had no shame showing her affection for you in public. She fully enjoyed your reactions, pulling more out of you any chance she could. Her friends could be surrounding you and she’d cheekily make comments about her attraction towards you, or about how you looked, or better yet she’d act on impulse.

That’s how she was now, in her mood to boost herself in front of others and to get a rise out of you. She came up with another one of her stupid claims, blurting every impulsive thought.

“I can do more than just fight with the elements.”

Her claim brought on one question, how. Mako and Bolin made claims, most of them were either about mundane tasks or criminal acts.

You sat near them, watching the interaction with a smile. You made eye contact with Korra when the light bulb went off in her mind. You brushed it off, moving on and taking it as a joke. That’s when it started.

A few days have passed since then and you found yourself between her body and a wall. She snuck you back to her room, shutting the door and wasting no time to pull you into a kiss. Her room was dark save for the small window in the corner allowing the moonlight, the room’s only source of light.

You struggled to see her but Korra on the other hand had no issue finding you. Her hands pulling you closer into her, a sound escaping you when she started trailing kisses down your neck.

“Feeling good already?”

You shut her up by pulling her close again, lips falling onto hers messily; Her smug grin apparent through the ones you shared. She moved back, bringing your body into hers as she falls onto the bed.

“Strip,” she leans back, eyeing your body. The hesitation written in your body language has her sitting up, cupping your face.

“You’re beautiful. I promise you,” she leans back again, “now strip.”

You make quick work of it, pulling at your clothes until nothing remained. A laugh sounded from you when she flipped you down on the bed, under her.

“Can I try something,” she asks, distracting you by pressing a kiss to your chest and spreading your legs further apart. You nodded, pressing your face into the sheets.

“Could I practice my bending on you?”

You took it as a joke, laughing softly until you met her gaze. Her pupils were blown, hair framing her face. She was serious.

“Korra, what?”

“Well I’m quite literally the avatar, it’s important—“

“What,” you push her hair back, running your fingers through it, “what were you thinking?”

Her grin grows, “I’ll make it worth your time.”

She fails to answer your question. Her body moves off the bed, grabbing you to drag you down the bed until your bottom half hung off. Her lips found yours, kissing you into the bed while her nails trailed up your thighs, drawing goosebumps.

“I mean it, you’re really pretty.”

She pushes her finger, eyes staying on your face to watch for any indication of pain. All she finds is your body curling into hers, soft sounds filling the space between you.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me.”

You try but it grows futile when you feel a second finger pressing beside her first.

“Korra—“

She pushes her fingers in further, the tip pressing against the spot that has your hips jerking in her hold. You reach a hand down to hold her fingers there, enjoying the way your mind begins to grow fuzzy.

“Fuck—more, please!”

She pushes a third finger by her two, stretching you out further. Her fingers avoid touching your clit, rubbing under and beside but denying you the touch that would send you over the top.

It was sudden the way she pulls her fingers out, leaving you spacey and dissatisfied. You lay panting on the bed, facing the ceiling. Though you’re not watching her, you can hear her movements.

“Spread your legs wider,” she emphasizes her words with a light tap to your left leg. Certainly you don’t look now, feeling embarrassed about being so exposed as if her fingers weren’t inside you a second ago.

What was pressing into you was a bit cold, causing you to shiver. The next thing you notice was how it filled you completely, stretching you out.

“Oh shit—you feel so good wrapped around me.”

You whine into her neck, using your legs to push her further into you. The way she snapped her hips into you made you feel euphoric. You were too blissed out to notice the way water spilt into the ground, or how it mixed with your slick and covered the inside of your thighs.

“You like it that much, huh?”

You moan your response, wrapping your arms tighter around her neck. Korra had a hand wrapped around your waist; another hand sat by your head, laid upright to bend the water around her waist.

She splits you open, putting pressure against every inch of your walls. The way it angled to hit every sensitive corner. She was just as affected as you were, whines of her own turning you on even more. She curses under her breath, angling her wrist so she can adjust the way it’s moving inside you.

“Like how good I’m fucking you? My dick better than any one you’ve had before?”

“Yes, yes—ah!”

It doesn’t have a set form, changing with however and whatever your cunt demands. The second she motions for another string of water, bringing it to almost suck at your clit, you’re overwhelmed.

“Korra—Korra, ah!”

“Shh breathe,” she brushes your cheek with a shaky hand, “don’t hold back. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Everything was too much. Her low voice, the fluid stretch of your cunt, and how she was stimulating it all. The way she pressed into you, pushing against that muscle as the other pulls against your clit was too good.

You cry out her name, back arching as you come. She follows behind, whispering your name almost incoherently into your ear.

“You okay,” she asks, laying her panting self on yours. You giggle breathlessly, pushing at her until she’s forced to stand. The bed felt more comfortable the further you crawled back towards the center of the bed. It was then you realized what was just inside you as it returns to a fluid liquid state, being directed back into a nearby jar.

“Water?”

“What about it.”

“Korra, you fucked me with water?”

“Judging by your reaction I’d say I did well.”

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[t-wylia]

Does anyone remember the..

The legend of korra game that came out back in 2014? That shit was so fun one of my favourite Avatar games that ain't shit.

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𝐨𝐨𝐨. GIRLFRIEND HC ! ; ashley graham

⠀⤿ synposis: courageous, highly intellectual, considerate: ashley graham would do anything for you, her angel.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fem!reader, re4r!ashley, fluff, angst, smut, implied top!ashley, thigh riding, eating out

⤿ an. thank you all so much for all the love on this series! I do plan on uploading all my works to ao3 and wattpad aswell! This isn't as good as the others (or atleast i think so) but i'm a lot more focused on finishing this series then editing them later.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ links: masterlist

girlfriend!ashley, who peppers your face with kisses almost daily, loving the way your skin feels against cherry lips! She especially loves it if you have freckles or moles on your face, and she always makes sure it's the first place she kisses when she wakes up next to you in the late morning.

girlfriend!ashley who can't really cook but can absolutely bake you something sweet! She used to adore baking as a little girl, and the passion never truly died. So the young woman would love to spend her Saturday baking cookies, cupcakes, or even brownies with you!

girlfriend!ashley who accidently made you extremely nervous to meet her family, continously talking about how important this was to her, and how she hoped her father liked you, completely oblivious to an overthinking, stressed out girlfriend next to her.

girlfriend!ashley who loves small cafè or picnic dates with you, especially on a nice, sunny day! She loved watching the way the sun lights up your face as you sit near the window in the local cafè, your features lit up for the whole world to see. Your beauty was something Ashley could never wrap her head around.

girlfriend!ashley who was a reck after Spain. Stuck in hospital for several days, despite telling everyone she was feeling fine (a lie). Only to be pushed towards therapy sessions twice a week; it made her feel weak, powerless, and often like people thought she did nothing to help that blonde, blue eyed agent!

girlfriend!ashley whos sobs run through the house as she buried her head further into the crook of your neck, her body shaking as her wails increased. The guilt of surviving ate ashley alive every day, thinking of those who died while she selfishly lived.

girlfriend!ashley who loves holding your hand, fingers lotted together, completely intertwined. It's one of her favourite things to do, especially when she's eating you out like no tomorrow! Ashley especially loved it when you squeezed her hand when you were approaching your climax.

girlfriend!ashley who kisses you with such passion, slipping her tongue past your pretty lips as her hands wandered down your body, cupping your breasts and giving them a firm squeeze before trailing her hand down further... and further...

girlfriend!ashley who love when you straddle her thigh, the shocked little gasps and hisses you make as the skin of her thigh rubs against your dripping pussy, giving you the friction you so badly wanted.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY bloodslust. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY CAPCOM'S RESIDENT EVIL. [2024]

[t-wylia]

Nevermind I found the clip..Uh Spoilers if you haven't progressed into Ulrika's Quest's..

Even if it's a fade to black, I still love my wifey-

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Remember to play catch with your pawns!

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HMM!- My this is saying something about me.

My tastes are quite common with these two games..

Not that I mind, I love these two

:p

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I will continue to dick ride dragon's dogma 2 till my obsession over it has passed but in the mean time I'm riding this train till the very of the game And as well obsessing over Wilhelmina and Ulrika till this brain rot goes away.. (Though might be a month till the brain rot end lol)

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I finally got to smooch Ulrika but I forgot to record it.. hey at least she blushes around me now :D wife unlocked.

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Pirate Terms and Phrases

-> Pirate Lingo

-> A Pirate's Glossary

Batten Down The Hatches - tie everything down and put stuff away for a coming storm.

Brig - a prison on a ship.

Bring a Spring Upon 'er - turn the ship in a different direction

Broadside - the most vulnerable angle of a ship that runs the length of the boat.

Cutlass - a thick, heavy and rather short sword blade.

Dance with Jack Ketch - to hang; death at the hands of the law (Jack Ketch was a famed English executioner).

Davy Jones's Locker - a mythical place at the bottom of the ocean where drowned sailors are said to go.

Dead Men Tell No Tales - the reason given for leaving no survivors.

Flogging - severe beating of a person.

Gangplank - removable ramp between the pier and ship.

Give No Quarter - show no mercy.

Jack - flag flown at the front of the ship to show nationality.

Jolly Roger - black pirate flag with a white skull and crossbones.

Keelhaul - a punishment where someone is dragged under the ship. They are cut by the planks and barnacles on the bottom of the ship.

Landlubber - an inexperienced or clumsy person who doesn't have any sailing skills.

Letters of Marque - government-issued letters allowing privateers the right to piracy of another ship during wartime.

Man-O-War - a pirate ship that is decked out and prepared for battle.

Maroon - to leave someone stranded on a. deserted island with no supplies, typically a punishment for any crew members who disrespected the captain.

Mutiny - a situation in which the crew chooses a new captain, sometimes by forcibly removing the old one.

No Prey, No Pay - a common pirate law that meant crew members were not paid, but rather received a share of whatever loot was taken.

Old Salt - experienced pirate or sailor.

Pillage - to steal/rob a place using violence.

Powder Monkeys - men that performed the most dangerous work on the ship. They were treated harshly, rarely paid, and were expendable.

Privateer - government-appointed pirates.

Run A Shot Across the Bow - fire a warning shot at another boat's Captain.

Scurvy - a disease caused by Vitamin C Deficiency.

Sea Legs - when a sailor adjusts his balance from riding on a boat for a long time.

Strike Colors - lower a ship's flag to indicate surrender.

Weigh Anchor and Hoist the Mizzen - an order to the crew to pull up the anchor and get the ship sailing.

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[t-wylia]

Bro Dragon's dogma II women are just too much for me..

Wilhelmina and Ulrika had me stunned locked for real.

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Ulrika is my honey now.

Played 20hrs of dragon Dogma II and having a blast with this game..I haven't progressed in the story far enough but I've done a bunch of side quests already.

Ulrika is my wife though.

(I think it's because she reminds me of melina from Elden ring just a little bit.)

P.s I like my character so much.

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Melina theory

I realised that while I've been rotating her character in my head on the daily for a year straight, I haven't actually wrote a proper theory about her. So I'm remedying that fact.

What we know from canon:

Melina is Marika's daughter.

Was born under the Erdtree.

Was given a specific purpose by her mother (Marika).

Wields unknown Erdtree incantations.

Wields the Blade of Calling.

Her moveset is very similar to that of the Black Knives, down to how she runs.

Holds/Held the title of the Kindling Maiden.

Has no body.

Her spirit form is filled with burn scars.

Can't move away from Torrent outside Leyndell.

No character mentions her existence.

At the FF ending, her right eye fades and her closed eye opens.

What I think it's safe to assume:

Melina is part of the three youngest demigods. All three of them have butterflies associated with their specific powers/characteristics. And their names follow the same pattern the Carian trio of demigod kids have.

Had some training under the Black Knives.

Has great knowledge about Marika's speeches and intentions towards the world and her children. In other words, she spent some time close to Marika.

The purpose she resolves towards, after we get her to Leyndell, is that the world requires repair, and for Death to become part of life once more.

She deeply loves the world and the creatures in it, despite the current state of it.

At the FF ending, her right eye turns blind and the left one looks very similar to the Beast Eye we get from Gurrang/Maliketh. At that point, she has taken control of the Rune of Death.

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Knowing the above, there are some questions that arise.

Question no1. What was the purpose she was given by her mother?

I think it was the same as the one she resolves at while in Leyndell. Her first title was that of the Kindling Maiden, as per the Blade of Calling's description. (x) And Enia notes that to burn the Erdtree we need to "...find kindling." and that "...a sacrifice is needed. Of one who envisions the flame." (x)

I don't think the repeated use of the wold kindling is to be ignored here. Even Melina herself refers to her ability to be just that: "Think not, of the kindling. I shall see to that..." (x)

At the start of the game, when she's on her own (part from Torrent) and having no one to take the throne after she burns the Erdtree, she has become uncertain that her purpose is true. Having the Tarnished and seeing that to get to Marika the Erdtree must burn, she resolves into following her original purpose, but now on her own volition. Possibly adding her own desire that true Death returns to the Lands in the upcoming era.

Question no2. Why is she burned and bodiless?

I had my own theory for a while, but since then I've read one that I agree much more with, so I'm only writing that. The theory I've read and adopted, is this:

As the kindling maiden, she was birthed/created to burn the Erdtree. That's something that the Golden Order wouldn't take kindly on. The theory goes that she was found by the magisterial officials of the Order, was arrested and then burned as punishment. This is based on where we find the Blade of Calling and on the fact that an Official's Attire is found right outside the room. And if the timeline of Melina's burning coincides with Godwyn and Ranni's "deaths", that gives even more reason for Marika to straight up shatter the Elden Ring instead of slowly trying to subvert the Greater Will.

Question no3. What's her connection with Destined Death/The Rune of Death?

Really not that much. She mentions Destined Death/The Rune of Death thrice, with only once actually having it in her possession.

1.

"I have long observed the Lands Between. This world is in dire need of repair... and Death...indiscriminate..."

As Marika removed the Rune of Death from the Elden Ring, true Death is missing in the Lands Between. This first time Melina refers to Death, it is as something that's missing and needs to return to the world. (x)

2.

"The one who walks alongside flame, Shall one day meet the road of Destined Death."

Again, this mention of Destined Death doesn't relate to her. The Tarnished is the one that actually meets Destined Death, i.e. Maliketh wielding it. So I think it's safe to assume that the "flame" is herself, especially with all her connections to fire (her being "kindling", the butterflies, her burn scars). (x)

3.

"Lord of Frenzied Flame... I will seek you, as far as you may travel... To deliver you what is yours. Destined Death."

Finally, this is the only time Destined Death is in her possession and actually connected to her character. (x) And I believe it's safe to assume that the Beast Eye she now has is used as the catalyst for it.

To summarise, her connection to the Rune of Death/Destined Death is that she wants it returned to the Elden Ring and that she takes and wields it at the FF ending.

Question no4. What's up with her eye tattoo?

This is purely speculation, but I think it's a type of marking that all Demigod spirits have. This is solely based on the fact that Ranni has a similar marking. They are the only Demigod spirits we meet and that relation is all we really have without going into headcanon territory.

It has been suggested that the markings are the same with the Beast Eye, but the Beast Eye "scars" are three curved lines, with one of them breaking into two at the end. Melina's tattoo has the additions of a horizontal line cutting them and another anchoring line passing over her eyelid and ending close to her nose.

Question no5. Why does she have Torrent? And why does she need him to traverse the Lands outside Leyndell?

I think Torrent was given to Melina by Miquella, when the later settled down at the Haligtree and didn't have a need for a horse anymore. (I also believe Ranni was given the Spirit Calling Bell for the same reason.)

Torrent is a "spectral steed". Both a spirit himself but also somehow able to transport other spirits or spirit-adjacent forms, such as Melina.

As to why she can't leave Leyndell on her own, I think all spirits are restricted from going too far from their place of death. Lattena and Aurelia both need us to transport them where they need to go, and Aurelia was already traveling with Roderika before we took her.

To summarize:

Melina is Marika's daughter, sister to Miquella and Malenia, born/created to burn the Erdtree, trained by the Black Knives and hidden from everyone. Before finding the Tarnished, she roamed and curiously observed the Lands Between. Her goal, after we get her to Leyndell, is to fix the current state of the world and to return Death to the Lands Between. In order to do that, she resolves to do what she was made to do — which is to burn the Erdtree — but this time of her own volition.

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I tried to steer clear of pure headcanons, but yeah. This is how I see Meli in game.

Also, I'm mentioning this cause I know I'll have to deal with it otherwise: I'm aware of the GEQ theory and it does not interest me. In case anyone had a point to make about that, don't take this the wrong way, but feel free to make your own post and leave the GEQ out of mine.

If I figure out anything else, I'll add it with reblogs.

Thanks for reading all of this!

[t-wylia]

🙂 It's so true.. Happened today

Writer: *Accidentally mentions that they write*

Family: “Oh show us something you’ve written!”

Writer:

alternatively to my last post 😂

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This is so FUNNY-

tainted eyes

pairing: the core four x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: you decide to hop on the latest trend going around

link to request

words: 804

warnings: swearing, mentions of the ghostface incident, my writing

authors note: i think this can be classified as my first crack fic, to the anon who requested this, i love your mind

Being a bored human with an unhealthy tiktok obsession you were pretty quick to learn any new trend that was suffering the internet.

That's why when you found the latest trend going around you didn't know whether to laugh or be petrified, probably a bit of both.

But one thing you did know about the trend is that you were a thousand percent going to do it to your friends.

It didn't take long for your plan to set into action.

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It was a surprisingly cold Friday night in the Carpenter apartment; a cool chill in the air that wasn't supposed to be around since it was summer.

Ever since you became friends with the Carpenter sisters and the Meeks twins you were invited to their annual weekly movie night, always hosted on Fridays.

On this particular evening Chad was the one who was given the choice of what movie you all would be watching. Something Mindy did not like because of how stupidly long it would take Chad to choose one.

"Chad, get off youtube and choose a fucking movie." Mindy demanded as she mindlessly threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Chad rolled his eyes at his twin, his eyes still glued to the sports game playing on the TV. "There's five minutes left, Minds, the second it's over I'll put on the movie." He replied as he leaned forward, his forearms on his knees as he concentrated on the game.

Tara was sitting next to you with her knees up to her chest, scrolling on her phone with a bored look on her face. Her older sister, Sam, was sitting in her lonesome chair as she was man spreading , a bored look on her face as she watched the game.

"C'mon you glorious bastard!" Chad encouraged as the commentators of the game were getting louder. You looked at the screen to see a player sprinting across the field as the opponent tried to chase after him.

"Fucking move!" Chad yelled louder, his body becoming tense as a look of concentration on his face.

At the yelling from Chad the smaller girl next to you looked up at the screen, her attention shifting as she shut her phone off.

You glanced around the room to see everyone's attention was on the game playing on the screen.

It was time.

Sneakily, you pulled out your phone as you lowered the brightness to make sure Tara wouldn't look over. Once unlocked you quickly opened YouTube as you searched for the specific video you were looking for, a sick and twisted grin on your face.

The video had a whopping 34 million views, a large amount for a video less than three minutes in length.

You clicked on the video and as quickly as you could paused it before a noise was heard. Glancing around the room you made sure everyone's attention was still on the game; it was.

With a cruel smile you connected your phone to the TV, the video loading.

"The game!" Chad whined as he glared at you momentarily before he looked back at the screen. He tilted his head like a confused puppy as the title of the video showed on the screen.

"What the hell is-"

Before Chad could even finish his sentence the video began playing. It didn't take five seconds before all hell broke loose.

"Why the fuck is there an asshole on the screen?!" Tara yelled, mortified as she quickly looked away from the screen, looking at you absolutely revolted.

"My eyes, my sweet innocent gay eyes! What is wrong with you, Y/n!" Mindy screeched as she turned to look away from the screen, closing her eyes as she shook her head.

Chad was speechless as he stared at the screen confused and concerned.

"Y/n turn the shit off!" Tara yelled as she tried to grab your phone, you couldn't stop laughing as you hid your phone.

"My eyes." Mindy kept repeating as she hid her face away from the TV screen. "My gay eyes didn't deserve that."

You kept laughing as you tried to fight off Tara who was trying to climb over you to get to your phone.

Your eyes flickered over to Sam to see her looking down at her lap with an utterly disgusted look on her face.

Tears swelled in your eyes as your stomach began hurting from how much you were laughing.

Tara eventually managed to get a hold on your phone and stop the video, but it was too late, the damage was already done.

"What even was that?" Chad asked bewildered as he turned to look at you, the look of joy and innocence in his eyes completely void of it.

You still couldn't help but laugh as you answered the traumatised boy.

"Hair Nair."

[t-wylia]

IT'S SO GOOD-UH 😩

Let The Light In |3|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3: Nosy Friends & Conflicting Feelings

Summary: You and Tara have been seeing a lot of each other for school purposes. One weekend you're away and Tara has the urge to bother you. This leads to teasing and...confusing thoughts.

Warning(s): Swearing, Tara pleading the fifth & mentions of death

Notes: My motivation has been going up and down these past two weeks but I finally finished this chapter so here ya go. Hope it's not shit

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“What exactly are we doing here?” You asked Tara as she led you to the roof of her apartment building. “I’m bored and we have an exam to prepare for so multitasking is what we’re doing,” she answered as she opened the door and walked out onto the roof.

She sat down in a dirty white patio chair and you sat down in the one beside it. “Okay…but why are we up here?” You asked her. She rolled her eyes before turning her head to you. “I need fresh air.”

“And this is what you came up with?” You asked incredulously. “Can you just stop being an asshole for one second and do whatever you need to do with your papers.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you took out your binder. You flipped through it before looking at Tara. “What?” Was all she said. “Nothin.’ ” You responded before turning back to your binder.

“No, what?” She repeated and sat up. You looked over to her again. “I was just thinking–” you closed your binder, “–this is the perfect spot to chuck water balloons at people from.”

“That’s cruel…damn how didn’t I think about that?” Tara crossed her arms. “I know, it’s pretty genius. Don’t beat yourself up for not coming up with it first,” you winked and she scoffed.

“Yeah sure. Go back to your dumb binder.” You put a hand over your heart. “My binder is not dumb. It keeps things organized. Neat.”

“It also keeps girls away,” Tara stated. “Your sister doesn’t seem to mind it,” you replied. Tara immediately went to shove your shoulder. “Will you stop it with that?”

“The heart wants what the heart wants,” you joked.

“You know what–” she stood up “–I’m going back inside. “You can climb your way down for all I care.” She walked back inside, the door to the roof loudly shut when her words sunk in and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Wait– what?” 

Did the door make a click sound?

You walked up to the door and tried to open. It was after a few more shakes of the door handle when you realized.

“She locked me out on the fucking roof.”

—

Tara knocked on your apartment door three times before Anika opened it. “Hey, Tara. What’s up?” Anika asked with a smile. Tara reciprocated the smile before answering, “Hey, I think I left my headphone charger last time I was over. So I was just wondering if I could take a look around?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Come inside.” Anika opened the door wider, letting Tara inside. Tara walked over to the couch and dug her hand in the cushion; already having an idea of where her charger is. “So,” Anika started, “you and Y/N seem to be doing a lot of school stuff together.”

Tara hummed and raised her eyebrows. “That? Well, yeah. Everybody else in our history class has kind of already buddied up for any future stuff so we got stuck together,” she responded as she felt the charger but couldn’t quite grasp it.

“Oh? I thought you two finished your group project thing last week,” Anika questioned as she walked over the kitchen, still within earshot of Tara. 

“Yeah well–” Tara huffed as she continued to miss hold of the charger, “–our professor seems to be a fan of group work. Sometimes we end up studying together but it’s all just a ploy so I could copy her notes–” Damn, I almost got it that time, Tara thought to herself.

Anika laughed a little before replying, “Interesting.” It was more to herself than the other girl but Tara still heard it. Finally she got a hold of her charger and pulled it out of the couch. “Finally,” Tara sighed.

“Where is Y/N anyways?” Tara asked, putting the charger in her bag. “She’s away this weekend. Visiting family in Brooklyn.” Anika answered before Tara let out a little “Oh.”

“Did you need something from her?” Tara shook her head and waved her off. “No, just wondering…”

Anika gave her a look before continuing. “Alright then, do you wanna stay over for a bit? I was just gonna put on a movie.”

“Yeah sure, sounds great,” Tara replied before sitting down on the couch as Anika joined her.

Thirty minutes into the movie and Tara’s mind kept trailing back to you. It was extremely frustrating. Even when you weren’t here you were a nuisance to her. Clearly she just wasn’t used to being at your apartment this long without purposely trying to annoy you. Not like she could…right?

She took out her phone and found your contact not that it took long and started typing. 

Tara (1:34 pm) you didn’t tell me you’d be out of town

Asshole (1:36 pm) oh sorry mom, didn’t know I had to tell you where

I am 24/7

Tara (1:36 pm)  apology accepted.

Tara (1:37 pm) enjoying brooklyn?

Asshole (1:37 pm) how tf do you know where I am?

Tara (1:38 pm) I have my sources

Asshole (1:38 pm) you’re literally obsessed with me

Tara (1:39 pm) am not

Asshole (1:39 pm) sure my little stalker

Asshole (1:40 pm) whatever helps you sleep at night

Tara (1:40 pm) god, you’re so annoying

Tara (1:41 pm) aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with family rn?

Asshole (1:41 pm) I’m currently hiding in the bathroom 

Of course she is, Tara thought. 

An hour later Tara was still staring at her phone with a smile as she typed away, letting out a few quiet giggles here and there. Anika would occasionally look over to Tara with curiosity. She may not have been told it was you that Tara was messaging but she had a feeling.

Anika’s own phone rang when she got a message from her girlfriend. “Hey, Tara–” Tara looked up from her phone for the first time in almost two hours, “–Mindy and the others are gonna come over in a bit for a movie night thing. You staying?” 

“Sure, sounds good,” Tara responded before turning back to her phone. It’s not like you two were being lovey dovey or anything. Just your usual petty comments and insults you throw at each other. Maybe a very very small part of Tara could admit to herself, and herself only, that she missed it a little. But not you. She didn’t miss you. Oh no, that would mean she cared for you.

And she doesn’t! She could never, you were nothing but a nuisance and if she wanted to use that for her own entertainment then that’s her own business. 

Mindy and the others came over about twenty minutes later. Tara didn’t get up from the couch, only greeting them with a couple of  “Hey’s” and “Hi’s.” Mindy noticed this and tilted her head at her girlfriend, raising an eyebrow. Anika shook her head, “Don’t bother. She’s been like this almost the entire time.”

This was all it took for the teasing to begin. Mindy sat down on the couch across from Tara with Anika in her lap. “So, Tara. Who is she?” Mindy asked with a smirk. Tara looked up from her phone with her eyebrows furrowed. “What?” 

“You heard me. Who’s the girl that has you glued to your phone?” The other girl elaborated. Tara gave a nervous chuckle before responding. “That's ridiculous. You sound ridiculous.”

“Wow, getting defensive there Tar. Wait a minute, is it somebody we already know?” Mindy asked, Tara looked away with an eye roll. “Shit it is. But the question is who.”

“There’s no girl. There’s no anybody.” Tara failed to notice Chad peeking from behind her. “The contact name is asshole.” Chad said.

“Chad!” Tara quickly turned over her phone.

Anika and Mindy gasped at the same time. “Tara…anything you have to share with the class?” The younger Carpenter looked between Anika and Mindy before speaking.

“Chad’s a nosy prick and I’m hungry.” Tara stood up and grabbed her jacket off the coat rack. “I’m going to the store.”

“Get me something too, lover girl!” Mindy called out to Tara. 

“Just for that you’re not getting shit!” Tara called back before leaving and slamming the door shut.

—

“Stop,” Tara said. You refused to meet her gaze as she stared up at you with her big doe eyes. “No.” Tara groaned in response. 

It was Friday and Tara was over at your place to work on another assignment with you. Inevitably this meant you two did your typical bickering.

“I swear, Y/N if you call me short one more time–” You finally meet her gaze and cut her off, “Why? It’s true.” 

“Doesn’t mean you have to point it out twenty four seven.” Tara rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that afternoon before she put her book down. “But it’s so fun.” You smirked at her unamused expression. 

“But it’s so fun,” Tara repeated your words, changing her voice to mock you. You looked at her with a deadpan expression. “I do not sound like that.” 

“You sure about that raspy?” You scoffed at her and crossed your arms. “I do not– you cannot just– you know what I’m getting water.” You stood up and walked over to the kitchen. “Maybe some tea while you’re at it,” Tara called out.

“Hey, maybe I can get you some milk. Heard it helps with growth,” You called back as you poured yourself some water. You heard Tara scoff before you opened the fridge and grabbed a juice box. You walked back to where you were previously sitting with Tara, placing the juice box in front of her and sitting down a few cushions over.

“What’s this?” You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“What’s this?” Tara repeated, now pointing her thumb at the juice. “It’s juice. Clearly.” You sipped on your water before putting it back down and opening up your notebook. 

How did you know her favorite juice brand? No, it was just a coincidence.

“Uh, earth to Ms. Carpenter–” you gently poked her shoulder, “–we gonna continue this or nah?”

“Why? You have somewhere more important to be?” Tara asked mockingly. 

“Yes actually. A stupid date I should’ve never agreed to. Now, let’s get this–” Tara blinked a few times before cutting you off, “Wait a date? I find that hard to believe.” 

“Did you come here to talk about my dating life or to work on this assignment?” Tara reluctantly turned back to her head back to her book and mumbled, “Whatever.”

Thirty minutes later, you two were finished. You closed your book with a huff and stretched. “Alright, I’m gonna change. You can stay here and do whatever.” You got up and walked to your room, Tara didn’t look up from her phone and only hummed.

She was hanging out with Anika and the others later so she was just staying at your and Anika’s apartment until they showed up. After fifteen minutes of scrolling through tiktok the door to your bedroom door opened and you walked out. Tara looked up from her phone and at you, immediately taking in your appearance.

It wasn’t anything fancy but you certainly caught her attention. “Alright, I’m off.” Is all you said before grabbing your keys. “You don’t look entirely like shit, by the way.” Tara wasn’t one for giving you, of all people, a compliment so when she said this you turned to look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Thanks?” You wore a confused expression as you opened the door and left the apartment. 

As soon as you left Tara cupped her cheeks, silently pleading the heat rushing to her face wasn’t noticeable.

—

You pretend to laugh at what your date considered jokes. Truly, you didn’t care. The only reason you agreed to go was because it was a good distraction and Henry had a friend he wanted to set up. Little did you know he set you up for boredom.

Seriously, Henry. An accountant? You thought to yourself as you spared another fake smile. You don’t know how much longer you could go hearing about financial mumbo jumbo. Your date needed to find better topics before you died of boredom. You could only say “oh, really?” and “cool” so many times. Henry was going to pay for this. This is what you get for going against your “No blind date” rule.

Eventually the date came to an end at around ten thirty. In your opinion, it didn’t end soon enough. When you got to your apartment you could hear laughter on the other side of the door. You silently groaned before entering your key and opening the door. 

You immediately felt their eyes on you but you chose to ignore them as you went straight to your room meaning you didn’t hear Mindy teasing Tara. 

Mindy nudged Tara’s side, “No wonder she had you all tongue tied when we got here.” Tara shoved away Mindy’s elbow. “I was not tongue tied.”

“You were having a full on gay crisis–” Chad started but Tara cut him off  by chucking a die at him “–um ow?”

“I was not having a gay crisis. Especially not over Y/N freaking Y/L/N.” Anika smirked before joining in. “I briefly remember you pacing back and forth,” the girl pointed out. 

“Was not! I was just a little confused about something but I’m fine now,” Tara stammered as she earned skeptical looks. “Now, Ethan it’s your turn. Roll the dice.”

“Okay–” Ethan stopped as Mindy raised her hand to stop him. “You’re deflecting, Tar.” 

“Nuh uh,” Tara responded, sounding like a child. “Ethan if you don’t roll the fucking dice–”

Ethan immediately started shaking the dice in his hand before rolling them. “Fine, have it your way. But just know I will get to the bottom of this.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” Tara said with crossed arms. Mindy narrowed her eyes at the younger Carpenter but otherwise dropped the topic for the time being.  

The entire time they were there you stayed in your room. You laid down on your bed with your headphones on and music blasting. Your shoes had been kicked off and you were now in your pajamas. There was always the possibility of going deaf by fifty but loud music was good. It was a distraction.

You haven’t even thought about how last week was Dewey’s death anniversary. In fact, you ignored it entirely last week too. Some may say that’s unhealthy but you had your own coping methods. 

But does it really count if you aren’t coping at all?–

Suddenly you heard knocking on your bedroom door and pulled off your headphones. “Y/N, we’re going out for some pizza. You wanna come?” Anika asked you from the other side of your door.

“No, thanks.” You responded without a second thought before putting your headphones back on. 

Anika walked back in the living room and sat back down in her girlfriend’s lap. “Y/N’s a no go.” 

“Alright, when do you guys wanna leave? Cause I'm starving.” Chad said, rubbing his stomach.

“You’re always starving,” Mindy remarked. 

—

The next day Tara surprisingly beat you to class. You slept through your alarm and it was the first time you had gotten a decent night’s sleep in weeks. I’ll take the win, you thought to yourself. Tara gave you a single glance before turning back to the front of the class. 

“You’re later than usual.” Tara stated, still not looking at you. “Was up late, thinking about your sister,” you responded which earned you a pinch to your thigh.

“You’re disgusting.”

After hours of note passing and unnecessary side arguments with Tara, history class ended and you got up. As soon as you leave class you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. “How was your date?” You looked over to see Henry.

“Shitty and extremely boring. Wouldn’t stop talking about financial stuff or whatever and I think pilsners were even brought up at some point? As if that would grease up the conversation.” You were starting to bore yourself just talking about it.

“Sorry about that.” Henry gave you an apologetic smile before speaking again. “But if you wanna try again there’s a–”

“No no no–” you cut him off, “–I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re never forgiving me for this, are you?” You sighed and answered, “You are not allowed to set me up ever again.”

“Yup, sounds about right–” he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder, “–I gotta head to class but I’ll see you around.” You bumped your fist with his before he made his way to class.

After you finished your classes you went and you started your shift. It was a slow day at the cafe you worked at. You were focused on the counter until one of your regulars walked in.

“Hey,” she greeted with a charming smile. “Hey,” you repeated back to her. “Your usual?” She nodded and you started to make it. “Not many people today,” she said as she looked around.

“Yeah, you caught me on a slow day.” You put a lid on her drink before giving it to her. She thanked you before handing out her money for the coffee.

She cut you off before you could speak. “Don’t say ‘on the house.’ Let me get it this time. I don’t need this coming out of your paycheck.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you took the money. “Fine,” you sighed with a smile.

You put the money in the register and gave her her change. “How else am I supposed to show you you’re my favorite regular?” She put the change in the tip jar. “Don’t worry, I know hun. See you later,” she waved as she started to walk out.

“See ya, Natalie.” You still had a smile plastered on your face that was quickly wiped off when Anika’s voice snuck up on you. “What was that?” You jumped and put a hand over your chest. “Jeez, Anika. Little warning next time?” 

“You would’ve noticed us if you weren’t busy flirting with your regular.” You tilted your head slightly before responding. “Us?”

Anika turned back and discreetly pointed to a table where Mindy, Tara, Chad and Ethan sat. “Great. Now she knows where I work,” you huffed.

“Are you expecting her to put a hit on you?” Anika asked rhetorically. “Wouldn’t put it past her,” you mumbled. “You two can be so immature.”

“Are you here to be judgmental or to order something?” You crossed your arms as you looked at your roommate. “I can multitask,” she replied before ordering.

Anika went back to the table with the drinks and pastries. “Alright, here we are.” She gave everybody their order. Mindy kissed her cheek, “Thanks babe.”

Anika smiled and replied, “You’re welcome, babe.” Tara sipped her coffee before speaking up. “Who was that chick Y/N was speaking to?” She asked, looking over to Anika.

“I think it’s one of her regulars. She’s always been pretty flirty with her,” Anika responded as Mindy smirked. “Why, Tar? You jealous?” Tara scoffed. “You sound ridiculous–” Tara said her next words in a hushed tone, “and can you lower your voice?” They all subconsciously looked over to see you wiping down counters with your headphones in. 

“Ah hah–” Mindy pointed a finger at Tara, “–I knew there was something.” Tara lazily pushed Mindy’s finger out of the way. “There’s nothing. I was just curious.”

“I don’t know Tar it does seem pretty–” Tara cut off Chad, “Well nobody asked you Chad. And come on guys. All this because I brought up how I told her she doesn’t look entirely shitty? You’re just reaching.”

“Oh am I? Remember that dream you told me about–” Mindy began and Tara’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare bring that up. Besides that dream meant nothing. It was just– a dream.” Mindy gave her a look that said, “Really?”

“If I may–” Ethan started. “No. You may not,” Tara finished for him.

“Haven’t you two also been doing like a bunch of study sessions together?” Mindy asked with a raised eyebrow. “All a ploy to copy her notes,” Tara claimed.

“Is the flirting all a part of the plan?” Anika asked Tara who was now feeling betrayal. “Traitor.” She mumbled.

“So you don’t deny the flirting?” Chad asked with a smirk.

Tara looked over to him with a deadpan expression. “You’re really no help. You know what–” Tara got up with her coffee “–I’m leaving. I don’t need to stand for this interrogation any further.”

“See you, lover girl,” Mindy said to Tara who was flipping them off as she left the cafe.

Tara should’ve never told Mindy about that damn dream. Next time she wants to know the meaning of a dream, she’s turning to google.

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A/N: Da nile is a river in Egypt

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