#Final destination x reader

[willowswiththorns]

Heyyy 💕 is it okay if you can do stw alphabet with billy hitchcock from final destination 1? if that’s fine thank you! 💟💟

Of course!! This is my first time writing for Billy, so if he seems a bit off please let me know!! Any feedback is much appreciated! Enjoy - Willow

Billy Hitchcock SFW A-Z

A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)

Billy is always showing his love for you anyway he can. He mostly shows his love with physical affection, holding your hand, kissing you, wrapping his arm around you.

He is also the type to show you how much he loves you by not just by physical touch, but also by acts of service. He’ll let you ride on his bike with him ( he’ll try to atleast but there’s not much room on his bike for two people) or buy you lunch whenever you’re hungry.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You are by far one of his closet friends he will ever have. Billy tends to be a bit goofy at times, but he values you and wants to help you anyway he can. If you were also on flight 180 after narrowly escaping death, he’d be very protective of you and keep you away from any danger necessary.

The friendship would definitely start some point in high school, maybe as a lab partner or bumping to each other in class. He’s very cheery and friendly, so he’s easy to get along with and talk to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is the definition of bear hugs. His arms wrapped around you will make you feel like you’ll never need a blanket to stay warm again.

Billy’s embrace will make you feel like you’re melting. His body is definitely having some built in heater inside of him. He’s perfect for cuddles in the winter.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When it comes to cleaning, cooking, and helping take care of the house or apartment you both move into, he definitely tries his best to help out anyway he can. The only issue is, is that he’s very clumsy, which can lead to more messes as he’s trying to help. He’s truly doing his best, so be patient with him and eventually he’ll stop bumping into breakable things.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Billy honestly doesn’t give the impression that he’d break up with you. Only time there could be a reason as to why he’s dumping you would be if you’re also escaping death, and he’s worried you being near him might kill you. He just wants to try and protect you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Billy will do his best to settle down and be your partner for life if you’d let him. ( even though it might be a short life)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s very gentle physically, Billy always asks if he’s making you uncomfortable or if he’s doing okay with you. Your physical safety matters to him greatly.

Mentally can be a bit more of a challenge. Billy tends to be a bit aloof when it comes to handling people’s emotions, especially yours.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Cuddling and hugging are common occurrences in this relationship, mostly due to the fact that physical affection is very important to Billy.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Saying I love you is always a hard thing to confess, so originally it was hard for Billy to confess his feelings . It wasn’t until later that he worked up the courage to just say it out loud.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealously isn’t too big for Billy. The only time he’d ever get a bit jealous or territorial is if Carter tried to flirt with you in front of him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Billy has a very hungry and eager kiss. He wants to keep kissing you over and over again. He loves feeling your lips against his.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s naturally great with children, and he seems like he would one day make an excellent father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Billy isn’t much of a morning person either, he stays sleeping until a bit later around 12 in the afternoon. He’ll ask you to stay in bed and cuddle with him if you try to leave.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He tried to stay up all night with you, but he’s a quick sleeper and there’s no way of getting him up. He’ll be out for hours next to you at like 9.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Anger is never really in his range of emotions, frustration yes, anger no. Billy just gets very pouty and annoyed when people bully him or make him upset. He’s not the type to go off the handles like Carter.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s not the best at remembering sadly. Billy does his best to remember the little things you’ve told him, but even then he still struggles to remember.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory/ moment of both of your relationship would have to be the first date. Billy invited you out to a small soda shop in town, sharing a milkshake with you. He’s seen it in so many cartoons that this is the perfect date. Seeing you smile and take a sip of the strawberry milkshake you both shared somehow engraved in his memory. You not paying attention and just enjoying the moment makes him smile every time he remembers.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This poor boy does his best when trying to protect you from any danger or death itself. Billy has great intentions, but sometimes his clumsiness can put you in some danger.

Billy would like to be protected by Carter. Any help stopping Carter from picking on Billy would be heavily appreciated.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Gifts are always 50% with him. He tried his best to find you something you’d love, but he always falls short on the timing of the present.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Billy is a clumsy guy. He runs into all kinds of obstacles with his bike. Benches, poles, curbs, stop signs, all of these things are no match for him and his bike.

Just using his body alone he’ll stub his toe on the side of a door, knock his head against an object and more. He can’t help it, but he knows it’s sort of a turn off to a lot.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

This man will take a couple of minutes ranging 5 to 30 minutes in the mirror just to make sure he looks decent. He wants to impress you and show you how good he looks when he’s not trying.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You are his rock. You keep his mental stability intact as he’s dealing with trying to escape death for a second time.

If you were gone whether it be dumping him or being killed off, he’d be completely broken without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you have never driven a bike, he’ll happily give you biking lessons. He wants to save up and buy you a bike, so you and him can go biking together sometime.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates bullies and sarcastic people. Billy has had bullies like Carter in his life for ages, he doesn’t want to deal with another Carter in his lifetime, especially if they’re his partner.

Sarcastic people tend to make him feel. A bit unsure and sad. He can’t really tell when they’re being genuine or just mean to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Billy is the type to lay on his tummy and have his limbs on you some how.

You’ll wake up to his arm and leg on your body. No matter how many times you move him off of you, next time you’re awake it’ll be the same thing again and again.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Perfect Pretender." Alex Browning X Todd Waggner X AFAB! Reader.

Okay! So I posted this giftset a while ago and I have always held this idea and headcanon that this convo could be read as Tod’s dad catching him and Alex hooking up and then keeping them apart because he is a homophobe, the pair try to make plans when things calm down again. Thinking more about this I thought, wait. Wait. Them, but also, why not someone else? The idea of a polyam ship was born, the reader in this is Tod’s beard/cover to get his dad off his back. So! Fake dating and fluff, I don’t have a poly ship name for em yet so let’s go!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 2.9K. Alex Browning X Todd Waggner X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Polyamory. Established Relationship. Homophobia. Fake Dating. Reader Is So Sweet And Supportive. Kissing. Pining. Longing. The Birth Of A New Triad. FLUFF.

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Tod and Alex became friends in the third grade. They were those kinda of friends that were kind of insufferably inseparable for a long time. You would see one without the other on the rare occasion and it would create a visceral reaction of just feeling wrong, causing whomever to jokingly ask, “Where’s your other half?” 

So when the shift happened between them, from friends to more than that, it just made way too much sense but still, the times are the times and the town is small and they are sure that it wouldn’t be a good look to be caught. So they had to keep it a secret, it wouldn’t always have to be, but for now it did, it was hard, brought its own challenges, especially when Tod’s dad started to get suspicious of how much time they spent together while he was seemingly not dating anyone. 

“I’m just focusing on my studies.” Was Tod’s excuse and his dad would fire back with, “Your grades aren’t good enough for me to buy that.”

Tod was never a great liar. “Besides that, you’re young, school isn’t everything, go on a few dates, it won’t kill you.” 

And thus a new problem was created that needed to be solved, quickly. If Tod’s dad keeps sniffing around there is a good chance that he might discover what has really been going on and neither Tod, nor Alex, wanted to deal with that fallout or that mess. 

You knew the pair of them and had for a while, not as long as they had known each other, obviously, but still a long while. You found out their little secret without meaning to, stumbled upon them when they hadn’t been expecting it, finding them in a rather compromising position, they of course freaked out, begged you not to tell and you told them that you would never dream of it. Their nerves weren’t so easily forgotten and you understood, you weren’t hurt by it, you know that they trusted you but still if this got out it could be life ending, so, you made sure to be extra considerate, especially since you totally got their position. You admitted that you were very much not straight yourself, and explained your attraction to multiple genders. 

The shock painted their faces and Tod spoke up first. “You…You didn’t have to tell us that.” 

You shrugged with a relaxed expression, “I know I didn’t. But I wanted to, honestly I had been wanting to for a while and this seemed like a twofer, get that info out and put you both at ease.”

The duo shared a look and Alex said, “I think you are way too cool to be hanging out with us.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “As if. I’m still totally lame, I just like dick and pussy.” 

“See even the way you say it, so unbothered! How is that not cool?” Tod asked and you rolled your eyes, “I don’t really give a fuck about what’s cool.”

“And that right there is what cool is.” Alex asserted and you laughed with a raise of your hands. “Okay, so I’m cool, sue me.” 

Later on Tod shared his predicament with his father, how he was suspicious and on his back about not dating and after expressing that you were sorry his dad was such an invasive dick and listening to him some more, the talk turned to other things. That night while in bed, thinking over Tod and Alex’s situation the idea struck you like lightning and the next day you told them all about it.

“Date me.” You say easily as you sit down across from them at the coffee shop you all met up at before class. Alex almost choked on his three cream and two sugar coffee and Tod asked with a very confused expression, brows so high they almost disappeared into his hair, “What?” 

“I said, date me.” You say again, as if they were stupid for not grasping what you were driving at immediately. “I say again, what?” Tod asked and you expound. “If you date me, then your dad will get off your back!”

“But I’m with-” Tod looked around, not wanting to even whisper it out loud in public, once convinced no one was actively listening, his eyes shifted over to Alex with a hum that pitched up and down, as if to make the sound of Alex’s name without actually saying it. 

“I know that! So we would just pretend to date, for like appearances! Then no one would ever suspect anything is off, I can be your cover, and then you dad won’t even think twice about any time you spend with Alex.” You say confidently. 

The two are stunned. They had never thought of this but it would make everything easier. A nervous look is passed between them. “And you’d be okay with that?” 

“Of course I would be or I wouldn’t offer! We hang out all the time already, it makes too much sense and I’d be more than happy to help keep your old man off your case.” 

“Can we have some time to talk it over?” Alex asked and you told them, “Of course, no rush and if you decide not to, we can come up with another plan, alright?”

“Okay yeah this definitely decides it, you are way too fucking cool for us.” Tod sighed and Alex got up, “I’m buying your coffee, come up and order.”

You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer so you got up and let him treat you to your favourite drink and a baked good. 

It took three days for them to get back to you but they do and they tell you that they super appreciated it and wanted to go through with it. “Amazing! This is gonna make your life so much easier, I’m so happy you are down to let me help you out.” 

You talked it through and it was decided, the first part of it was easy enough, Tod getting ready to go out and upon leaving his dad asked where he was going and with a shy kind of grin Tod said, “A date.”

“Really?” His dad seemed impressed and Tod said, “Yeah really, I took your advice to heart, no reason not to, right? I should be out having fun.” 

His dad was pleased and none the wiser. Tod was able to go out to Alex’s place and fully relax, the next day he thanked you but soon, the claims of dates weren’t enough. 

His dad wanted to meet you, Tod had been giving him small amounts of info but now that led to him needing to take this further. So he brought you by for dinner and introduced you to his family. You played the part of girlfriend perfectly, his parents seemed totally taken with you, his brother liked you and Tod was especially grateful. After dinner was done he was taking you home, “You are too good!”

“C’mon, are you really that shocked? You saw me in the spring play.” You teased and he said, “Yeah I did but this was on another level, you were a revelation, I am pretty sure my dad is like in love with you, and my mom can be kinda stand off-ish but you won em over so quick.” 

“I’m just that good.” You sigh with a smile and Tod said, “I mean it, I cannot thank you enough.” 

“Least I can do for one of my best friends.” You tell him and you reach out, take his hand he lets you, it is a moment of casual friendly affection but the action of it makes Tod’s heart beat a hair harder in a way he hadn’t anticipated but he pushed it down, writing it off as nothing. 

Now that the folks had met you, the illusion had to be upped, you had to come by more and keep up the act and you did so easily. A lot of the time Alex was there too, you providing the aforementioned cover, allowing them to have the closeness they craved without the headache. 

As this arrangement drags on however, there are small moments of escalation out of necessity. Unintentional but they are there all the same. Once Tod’s dad is watching you and him say good-bye, so, naturally, you have to play the part and you kiss Tod, other times his dad comes in while you are watching tv and it’d be weird for you to not have his arm around your shoulder, and other little things like this keep happening. The times of easy physical affection and casual intimacy continue, almost in anticipation of an audience, a precaution, a “just in case” but this makes you all realise that, fuck, this feels right?

There isn’t weirdness or jealousy, the dates being the three of you feels natural and correct. You started doing what you did with Tod but with Alex too, it started as a big joke, Alex acted like he was upset and offended one afternoon after you kissed Tod good-bye out of habit. Your response? You put your hands on either side of Alex’s face and dragged him in and kissed him to shut him up. It worked and you skipped off to head home and then it never kind of stopped, just everything you did with Tod, you did with Alex too, like you were expanding and extending the joke but also wanted him to feel included. 

A distinct fact you were completely oblivious to, was that Alex and Tod were not completely gay or that all this closeness, extra time spent together, and fake dating had given them both a pants busting crush on you. They wondered what this meant, how to navigate this, if there was anything to be done? 

Tod was always better about saying stuff straight and not being afraid to broach difficult topics with a shocking amount of candour. He initiates the conversation, “So what are we going to do about her?”

“What do you mean?” Alex asked with a sideways glance to his boyfriend, “I mean the fact that we are both clearly falling for her.” 

“Falling for-?” Alex slammed his magazine closed, but by virtue of it being a magazine, slamming it isn’t really effective in the way slamming a book is, it is comical. Tod stiffles his laugh upon seeing the harsh expression Alex takes on, moving quickly, he is sitting side saddle on the couch, one hand on the back of it, the other on his own knee he insists, “Why do you think I, you, uhm, fuck, we are falling for her?”

“Because we are? Like c’mon man I’m not fucking stupid here.” Tod says around a breathless laugh with a shake of his head, Alex jumps to defend himself, “I didn’t say you were!”

“You didn’t say, but you implied plenty.” Tod fires back and before Alex can do much more than pout he says, "I see it Alex. I know you better than anybody and I pay attention. I see it in how you look at her, how you joke around with her, touch her in less and less casual ways. You fuckin' light up when she does that 'joke' and kisses you good-bye like you are her pretend boyfriend too. And I can tell you something else too."

"What's that?" Alex asked, his body language was tense, nervous, extremely on edge. 

“I want that too. You aren’t alone. I have been thinking it too and I think I’ve been thinkin’ it even longer than you.” Tod admits and Alex asks, “Seriously?”

“Yes! I don’t think I want her to just be my pretend girlfriend. I think…I think I want her to be my actual girlfriend and I think you want that too.” Tod said firmly and Alex asked, “But what about us?”

“What about us? Why does ‘us’ have to stop? Why can't it be us and her all like-” His fingers tangle together in front of his stomach as he finishes his thought, eyes dropping down, “-together?” 

The silence hangs heavy and Alex breaks it. “That’s an…That’s an option?”

“Why can’t it be?” Tod said with a shrug, Alex looks at him. Tod looks back, hand reaches out and takes his. 

“What if she doesn’t want us?” Alex asks quietly and his best friend responds, “You think she is that good an actor?”

Alex quietly repeats that joke you like to tell, “Well you saw her in the spring play-” The half smile on his face is very endearing, Tod returns it with a fond roll of his eyes, “Yeah she’s a great actor but not that great. We can’t BOTH be imagining what is going on here man, no way. There is something here and I think it is worth talkin’ to her about.”

“So we know?” Alex offered up and Tod nodded, “Yeah, exactly, no wondering, then we will know.” 

“And you aren’t jealous?” Tod responds quickly, “Nope. Are you?”

“God no. Seeing you with her ‘dating’ makes me…Happy. Seeing how you are with her makes me happy.” 

“Same here.” Tod confirmed. 

Alex sighed heavily, throwing his hands up, “Okay!”

“You mean it?” Came the excited reply and the blonde admits, “Yeah, what do we have to lose?” 

They didn’t do it right away. They took some time and thought about if this is what they really wanted. While agreed upon, they hadn’t picked a time they were going to really talk to you about it seriously. It just kind of happens. One afternoon, at Alex’s for once, away from the prying eyes of Tod’s dad, you were all hanging out. You were supposed to be doing some studying, finals were coming up, but instead you said you couldn’t study without a snack so you convinced them to bake cookies before you all hit the books. 

The radio was on, you were creaming together butter and sugar, Tod was holding the bowl as you mixed, something that was unnecessary but it gave him the excuse to be closer to you as you both badly sang along to the music while Alex watched. 

He didn’t want to keep pretending. One song finished, some ad came on and he spoke up, cleared his throat, said your name and grabbed your attention. You looked over to him and with that big smile you asked, “Yeah?”

“We…We have something we were thinking about talking to you about.” Alex met Tod’s gaze. Tod was behind you and his eyes went wide, immediately picking up what he were planning. “Oh sure, shoot.”

Alex nods nervously and continues, “We’ve really loved all the time we have been spending together.”

You jumped in, saying happily as you agreed, “Me too! Who knew being a beard and fake dating could be so fucking fun?” 

They both shared another look and Tod cut in after a forced cough, “About that…While it’s been great. But what if the dating we are doing isn’t quite so…Fake?”

You stopped mixing, you turned and looked up at Tod and then to Alex, “What are you saying?” 

Tod sighs, hand rubbing over the back of his neck, “We want to date you for real.”

Alex chimes in, “Both of us.”

To say you are stunned is an understatement. You stutter out, “But…What…What about you?” 

“What about us?” Alex asked and you clarified, “What about your relationship?”

Alex says carefully and slowly, “Yeah about that, we would wanna stay together but just be together with you. Just…All of us dating-” 

Tod finishes the thought, “-Together.” 

You drop the whisk and say, “Holy shit thank fucking God.”

“What?” The pair ask in unison and you spill your guts, “I have been falling for you both so fucking hard for a while! I have been trying to keep it on the down low because you are both together and I thought you were both totally gay and I knew you were relying on me to be your cover and just, I cannot believe that you’ve both been wanting me too-”

Alex cuts in, stepping closer, “Wait, wait, shit, you have been pining after us too?”

“Yes! That is exactly what I am saying!” You exclaimed and Tod laughs, “How fucking clueless are we?” 

“Sooo…Are we seriously going to try this?” You asked and Alex said with a point, “I mean..We’ve already been dating technically, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, Alex is right.” You suppose he was. Just placing this label on it and being open and honest with your feelings would be the only real change. You were already outwardly and publicly dating Tod. You would have to hide the fact you were dating Alex but Tod and him were already having to hide that themselves. This was fine, more than worth it, once outta this small town you are sure you will all be able to be open and live how you want more publicly. Perhaps for now this would be okay, some secrets are fun to keep. 

“What is our first for real date going to be?” You asked and Alex said, “Can’t this be it?”

“Oh wow, real romantic. A study date? C’mon man, put some effort in.” Tod jokes and Alex scoffs, “You plan a date then!” 

As they playfully argue and you resume work on the cookie dough you think that this is all going to work out just fine.

[generalkenobee]

I feel like Tod Waggner knows how to sing..

Imagine Tod singing "all my loving" by the Beatles to you after his long trip to Paris. You'd missed him so much so when he got back he drove straight to your house with his guitar and some flowers.

[edgessunflower]

I believe you

Pairing: Kimberly Corman x Fem reader

Description: You're the only one who stands by and believes Kimberly after the pile up

Everything was so fast and slow at once, one minute you were headed to work after visiting your mom and the next you're being checked out by paramedics and sitting in the police station with other people. You and a girl named Kimberly stay side by side as everyone sits in a room waiting to go home after giving their statements to the police hearing the story of victims of a plane crash where one of them had a premonition of the crash and got off along with five other people surviving the crash while everyone else perished, you and kim run into each other a week later getting to know each other and slowly she opens to you and tells everyone that she also had a premonition of the pile up before it happened making your heart stop and as you walk out hours later kim suddenly tackles you hearing a loud crack and boom turning to where you were standing a second ago to see half of a tree and a broken tv that definitely would have split your head open or even knock you out so you definitely wouldn't have been able to get away as the tree fell on you, you stare wide eyed at kim before the two of you were in a tight emotional hug together. Everyone is still in chaos of what happened half an hour earlier before you break through with your loud steady voice "This is real guys! This isn't bullshit and you all need to get in line if you wanna live!" you turn to kim staring at her with so many emotions swimming within you "I believe you" she feels so much relief and weight lifted off her as the two of you share another hug standing side by side as burke stands next to you guys followed by Eugene, Nora, her teenage son Tim, Rory, Isabella, and finally Kat as all of you nod and head home always keeping in contact as time goes on as things slowly eent into neverending chaos for all of you.

[gmtqtn]

Making this a fd x reader Blog yall can give me suggestions and ideas

[ghost4meeks]

what's your favorite scary movie?

𖤐 ghost! 8teen. she/her. brownskin. jersey girl. randy's baby. alex's vision. glen's dream. chris' lil witch. ray's girl. micheal's lil vampire. slasher enthusiast. ask me anything <3.

𖤐 dantakeyoman side blog. 16+ content. but i am, again, too lazy to be checkin' for you. i don't write none of that scat, piss, bdsm, pedophile, threesome shit so don't ask. this is my horror blog 'cause i fuckin' love horror.

masterlist!

𖤐 all my stories are written with fem!black readers in mind unless stated otherwise. 𖤐

scream

final destination

nightmare on elm street

the craft

i know what you did last summer

the lost boys.

[saint-petah-the-good]

my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes

[f1nalboys]

hiii um. feel free to say no and i kind of feel embarrassed asking lmao but. ian mckinley and breeding kink with fem reader? >//<

NEVER EVER EVER FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR REQUESTING THIS listen im not saying that ian has to breed you everytime he gets high but thats exactly what im saying...... if you dont like the high aspect of this or if i used pronouns.descriptions ur uncomfy with, feel free to send another ask and i can fix it up/rewrite it!!!! otherwise, i hope you enjoy :D

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1548

WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, creampie, talk of breeding/ getting pregnant/getting knocked up, high sex (bc its ian and im right), car sex, pretty tame compared to most of my stuff!!! barely proofread honestly so sorry if theres any mistakes <3

Though the smoke is thick, lazily flowing from his lips, you can still make out his red cheeks and that shit eating grin. His gaze, like always, is on you and intense, making you shift in your spot opposite of him. “C’mere,” he says, coughing slightly as he nods his head, arm slung over the headrest of the backseat. You grin, closing the gap between you two and nestling into his side. His nose runs along your cheek, his eyes closed, as he breathes in. “Fuck, you smell good, y’know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ian whispers back quickly, the word tumbling from his lips as he dips his head down to kiss at your jaw. You sigh, tilting your head as he continues down your neck, his hand dragging down your bare arm, his rings cold against your warm skin. His lips move expertly, finding the spot that has you letting out a soft gasp, goosebumps rising on your skin. “There you go,” he praises, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he trails down further. “You feelin’ it yet?”

You muster up a hum, nodding your head. Of course you could feel it; the two of you had been smoking on and off in his car for the last hour, shedding your warm winter layers as the car continued to heat up, leaving you in your pants and tank top, Ian in his jeans. His breath had long become your own, adding to the sensation of floating you felt. “God…” You grunt, eyes closing as he nips and bites at the thin flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shiver down your spine. “Ian, we can’t.” You say, a flimsy sentence you had no plans on doubling down on.

He ignores you, hand drifting to cup you over your jeans for a moment before trailing up to your chest where he squeezes, his tongue and lips and teeth still marking you. You feel dizzy, your mind gone, unable to focus on anything but him. You always got like this when he kissed you, but when the two of you were high he was borderline addictive. “Yeah we can, baby,” Ian says, pulling back and letting go of your tit to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Ian’s lips are pink and swollen, his cheeks red, his pupils dilated. His eyes search yours briefly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Lean back.” He grunts against your lips, pulling away to shove off his jeans. The back of his car is cramped but somehow you manage to lay back against the warm leather seats and have your pants pushed down to your ankles before Ian’s hands are back on you. He helps you take the rest off before spreading your legs at the knee, cursing under his breath. You blush, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Ian.”

“I���m pretty fucking lucky, aren’t I?” He teases, kissing your knee before leaning over you. You squirm remembering your first time with Ian, how he had told you over and over again you were made for him, how he fit against and inside you so perfectly it was meant to be. Ians’ breath is warm against your skin and you moan softly, looking down at where you meet, his hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly swipes it through your folds. “So wet already. Forgot weed goes straight to your cunt, baby.”

You whine slightly as you grind your hips against his tip, silently begging, before you hum. “You totally didn’t forget.” He laughs, confirming, before he grunts, the tip of his cock pushing against your hole. One thing about Ian, high or not, was that he loved to tease you, to dangle what you wanted over your head, keep it just out of reach, until you begged. “Ian, please! C’mon, d-don’t fuck around, dickhead.”

His eyes snap away from his hardening cock to your eyes, narrowing them slightly. “That’s not how you ask and you know it.” He says, his voice frighteningly calm and level. He pushes his cock against you again, sliding it through your folds with a hiss, his eyes never leaving yours as the sound of his cock sliding through your wetness filled the car. “C’mon, I know you can beg like a slut, sweetheart. Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already?”

“Shut up.”

“I'm waiting.”

You look between him and his cock, groaning in frustration as the tip of his cock slides against your clit, too softly to do anything other than tease you. “Okay, okay!” You say and he gives you a pleased smile, waiting. It was harder to get you to this point when you were sober, too shy and too stubborn to listen. “Please fuck me, baby, okay? I need it, you know that.” You whine, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer, your lips hovering against his. “I’ll even let you do that thing you like.” You whisper, grinning when he pulls his head back a bit to get a better look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Please, Ian? I want you cum in me.”

There’s a brief pause as he registers what you’ve whispered to him, his eyes widening before he kisses you hard, his hand fumbling to line himself up with your hole. “Holy fuck, baby.” Ian’s head rests in the crook of your neck, his pale body pressed against yours in the cramped car, the tip of his cock pushes inside you. His lips brush against your neck, tongue swiping over your salty skin as you moan. His hips move slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. “Fucking take it so well, don’t you? You were just made to take my cock, baby, see how good I feel inside you? Shit, I love you, I love your fucking pussy.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around his cock. Despite being with Ian for as long as you have been (and fucking him just as long, if not longer,) it still took you a minute before you could tell him to start moving. His cock was long, curving upwards, always managing to hit the spot inside you that made your vision go white around the edges. “O-okay… you can move.” You breathe out and Ian is pulling out only to slam back in. You yelp as he sets his pace, fast and rough, grunts and whines slipping from his lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He moans, one arm next to your head propping himself up as he ruts inside you. “C-can you, shit, Y/N, can you talk? Please, baby, I wanna hear how bad you want it, okay?” Ian's voice cracks slightly, his face hovering above yours, eyes searching yours. “I know you need my cum, don’t you? Need my fuckin’ load inside you, dripping out, breeding you.” 

You nod your head quickly, moaning, your hips rocking against his cock, plunging him deeper inside you. His moan is high pitched, a whimper, and his thrusts begin to lose tempo. “Fuck, Ian, baby, I do need it. I need you to breed me so bad, I need you to cum inside me, knock me up, fuck,” you moan, babbling as he continues to fuck you. Your words, your gasps, your moans; they all drive Ian fucking crazy. 

His thrusts grow sloppier and now his entire weight is on you, his forehead pressed against yours, his cock barely pulling out with each thrust. The tip of his cock hits into your g-spot over and over again, forcing all the air out of your lungs as the pleasure builds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, shuddering as his hips begin to sputter. “M’gonna fucking cum, holy fuck. Gonna knock you up, baby, get you pregnant. Pussy’s gonna be leaking once I’m done with you. Fuck, I’m cumming.” 

Ian thrusts inside you a few more times before slamming all the way back in with a loud grunt, cumming inside you. You catch your breath as he rocks his hips, your cunt squeezing around him, milking his cock. His eyes open and he lifts his forehead from yours, giving you a lazy pleased grin. “That felt good.” You say with a grin, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Yeah? You liked me breeding you baby?” Ian asks, kissing your cheek and down to your neck again. You hum, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips. You feel Ian begin to thrust again, gently, and you gasp softly, opening your eyes and looking at him in confusion. He grins, a flash of something dark in his eyes. “What? You thought you weren’t gonna cum tonight, baby?” He tsks, shaking his head as he hisses from overstimulation, rocking his hips back and forth. “Nah, gotta feel you cum around me baby. You can show me a few times, can’t you?”  He leans his forehead against your own once more, his pace getting faster as soft moans leave your lips. “Besides, I need to breed you a few more times anyways. Gotta make sure it sticks, don’t I, baby?

[johnwickb1tsch]

Vino Veritas ~ Chapter Map

A Destination Wedding Frank x Fem!Reader Fic

Attending the wedding of your ex-fiancé gets slightly better when you meet someone having just as miserable a time as you... Warnings: Nothing too serious holy shit. Cursing. Broken engagement. Nihilism, existential bullshit, copious amounts of sarcasm. NSFW. Angst. Grump/sunshine trope. Loosely based on the movie but I'm not that smart. Or bitter. 😆

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Epilogue

[doomh3ad]

hello! would you write something about ian mckinley as a yandere? 👀 i am back up his arse. thank you & i luv u 🥺🫶💕

I LUV U 2 OMG underrated boy finally getting attention! i'm so sorry this took ages 😭

yandere! ian mckinley (gn reader)

-insanely protective. kevin was talking to you? are you okay? what did he want? ashley and ashlynn want to hang out with you? smh it should be him. (cue emo boy puppy eyes)

-unrelated but he also gives me vibes of being the bf that gives you $40 to get snacks and just asks you to grab him some chips. no you don't need to give him change back you're the love of his life.

-basically all his wages go to gifts for you and saving up for a house with you :) yes you're living together. you're his. he's yours. if you're out and he isn't with you, has his phone on the loudest volume in case you text or call, even while he's working :)

-someone bothering you? he'll take care of it babe :) he doesn't mind being known as a clear threat to anyone that hurts you, or even looks at you wrong.

-hahahaha you think you're going on the devil's flight? not without him right beside you :) whether you're a daredevil like ian or not, you have the most insanely fun relationship ever :)

-loves playing with your hair or your hands. he's not the biggest fan of PDA but anything for you, especially if there's someone looking at his darling.

[willowswiththorns]

hello um could you do a sfw alphabet for tod waggner from final destination 1 ,hope I'm not being to much of a bother have a good day/night!

Hey! Sorry for the late reply, I’m more than happy to do this! I’ve never written for the character, so any feedback would be much appreciated! Also I apologize for any grammar issues, I did this half asleep. For some reason I started to write out the name Troy instead of Tod? Yeah no, I made sure to fix it. Hope you enjoy!! -Willow

Tod Waggner Sfw Alphabet

A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)

Yes! Not full on making out in public like Carter, but he definitely would be down to hold your hand. His favorite thing to do is wrap his arm around you, letting his hand lay lazily at your shoulder as you both walk.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Todd definitely comes off as a best friend. In fact the first thing that really made him nervous was that whenever he was trying to court you, he just comes off as just being friendly. This poor guy can’t catch a break.

For y’all’s friendship to start, you would definitely have to be introduced to him. That or he’d see you, thought you were really attractive, and instantly try to get close to get to know you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

For Tod specifically, he seems like the type of guy to just be a big spoon. He likes to just slowly wrap his arms around you and cuddle for a bit.

Now he’ll never say no to being a little spoon. If you insist, he has not trouble laying his head on your chest and dozing off.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man is definitely down to come over to your place and cook dinner for you. He wants to try and make you happy.

When it comes to settling down, he’s still got commitment to school first. So the idea of him sweeping you off your feet right away is slim. He wants to at least finish all his classes before thinking of settling down.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Now breaking it off would be a hard thing for Tod to do. He’d have to work up himself to even try to break it off in person. But when he does, he’ll try to come off as if it doesn’t really hurt him making this decision. In reality when ever he’s done breaking up, he’ll probably cry at home when he’s alone.

Though the likely hood of him breaking it off is slim, he would be the type to try and make it work. That and if it’s following the storyline, he wouldn’t have a moment to break it off . If ykyk 💀

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As stated earlier, he’s a loyal partner to have. That being said however with school going on, he’d have a hard time trying to get to the point of marriage.

Now let’s just say in an AU where he survives the events, he’d want to marry you as soon as he graduated and landed a pretty decent job. Tod seems like the type to want to atleast be financially stable before moving forward in the relationship.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s super gentle with his partner. Tod wouldn’t be overly cautious or anything when it comes to holding you , but he would ask if he could kiss you or hold your hand.

He doesn’t want to screw up the potential relationship between you, so he’s gentle in an emotional manner too. The only time where he’s not trying to talk it out is if y’all are having an argument in the heat of the moment. But even after that argument, he would be quick to try and fix anything he said impulsively.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This man gives side hugs to acquaintances and pat hugs to friends/family. This is definitely the vibe he gives off.

Now for you, he’ll do a mixture of the two at times unless you’re both alone. Then he gives you nice, long hugs while he just rests his head on your shoulder/top of the head ( depends on your height)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This poor man can’t figure out when the right time would be to drop those words. Especially when he’s chilling with George and Alex and opening up the worry, they accidentally scare him about how it can make the situation weird if he’s saying it too fast in the relationship.

Tod would have to think and plan the best time to drop those words, not wanting it to be too fast or too late in the relationship. He’ll figure out the perfect moment when the time is right.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s honestly not really the jealous type. The most he’ll do is roll his eyes if some guy/girl is trying to impress you. That or make a small snarky remark to remind the person that he’s right here listening to them poorly attempt to flirt with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kissing has always been something he’s been wanting to try with you. He kisses you on the third date before you start heading home. It was slow kiss, mostly due to him being awkward and giving you time to pull away if you don’t want it.

Now further on in the relationship, he’s prone to do little pecks on your cheeks and lips. Of course, he has his moments of doing another romantic kiss, but he likes to do the small pecks because half the time it’s when you’re passing down the halls.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s very awkward around children, they’re gross,loud, and sometimes tries to hand you a wet Cheeto with their sticky hands. Like where did this kid find a Cheeto? Yeah no, he’s not too fond of being near children. He doesn’t mind them, just prefers to not be near them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In the mornings Tod has trouble actually getting up. He tends to skip breakfast so he’ll have more time to sleep in since he has trouble sleeping at night. If you sleep over at some point, he’ll actually get up the same time as you and join the family for breakfast ( much to his parents surprise ).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights are spent watching movies with him, George, and Alex. You’ve sort of been dragged into their little friend group since you’ve been hanging with Tod more often. All four of you eat pizza and talk about the movie being watched, or playing video games. Overall a fun night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He isn’t much for revealing his feelings right away, fearing that you might think he’s weird. At most times, Tod tends to stray away from being too emotionally attached until he knows you reciprocate the same feelings. Usually this’ll take a few months until you finally get all of him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tod’s rage is almost non existent. At most he’ll get frustrated and be easily snarky. Like if you and him are fighting, the chances of him getting in your face and screaming is zero. However you will get some snarky responses instead so be prepared.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tod is the type of guy to just notice things you like and don’t like when you’re both out together. Telling him upfront is good too, but for the most part he likes learning things about you on his own. So that one time when you’re having a bad day and he pulls up with your favorite snack or drink, it’ll be worth it to see you smile. He wants you to know he pays attention in his own way.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment would have to be whenever you initiated a small make out session. To him this was confirmation that you wanted to kiss him. That you wanted to actually want him. It makes his cheeks turn pink just thinking about it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s the type to step in front if someone is getting too violent near you. If someone almost bumps into you during a scuffle, 9/10 he’s taking that bump before you. He doesn’t want you to get caught in any crossfire.

Now for Tod , he’d prefer to be defended verbally. He can take his own in a fight, but sometimes he can’t do the who verbal fighting. But if you defend him in an argument, he’ll respect you a lot.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Now he’ll try and say he’s not putting in too much effort, but really he already had it thought out. He just wants to make you think that the gift itself was just a casual thing, but this man probably almost fought in a store just to get something he knew you’d like.

This also goes into anniversaries. Hell show his effort a bit more strongly, but still try to look a bit casual about all the planning . He wants you to think he’s the type of guy that just naturally is romantic, when really he’s been planning all this out for months.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The poor boy has a tendency of biting his nails when he’s stressed. It’s gotten so bad that his nails are almost completely short all the time.

Tod also has a habit of being a bit dismissive whenever he’s anxious, he’s the type of guy to write something off in a way to try and not worry about it. If he thinks he has an answer, he’ll just stick to that conclusion.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Tod is very hygienic and clean himself up very nice, how ever he doesn’t give the type of guy to really worry too much about how he looks.

He just wants to make sure you like what you see. As long as you do, he’ll make sure that he takes care of himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Tod understands that you’d need your space time to time, but he’d preferred you come back soon. The idea of being away from you so long tends to scare him.

Post flight 180, he’s more antsy than ever. He tries to stay by your side just in case something happens. He says it’s to comfort you, but really it comforts him a lot. He can’t imagine a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Definitely the kind of guy to make some thought out plan to hit on you. He’ll purposefully try to bump into you just to get the chance to talk to you.

When the boy falls hard for someone, he tends to try to not look them in the eye.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s not really into anyone that bashes his interests. If you crack a joke at something he likes, he’ll laugh with you. However if you try to make fun of him constantly over something he enjoys doing, he’ll probably feel uncomfortable around you.

If you’re mean to his brother George for no real reason, he’s more than happy to walk the other way. His brother means everything to him, so he doesn’t take someone talking about his brother lightly.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Tod doesn’t really sleep well most of the time. Usually he can get away with small naps here and there, but it’s rare he ever gets more than 6 hours in.

Sleep positions always range from sleeping on his left side with his arm resting underneath his head or lying on his stomach with his limbs stretched out a bit.

Cuddling with him should be very interesting to try. He gives off the vibes of hogging a few blankets when he finally does get to sleep.

[heluvschibi]

Destined (Meant to be) (pt2) (1)(2)(3)(4)

idol!Chan x fem!reader

[edited]

Des: Ever since you were little you guys were friends. Why? Because our parents were also friends. So, you can imagine the happiness and shock when your parents and his parents found out we were both due on the same. Day. And for 26 years of your life all you heard was "You guys were destined, meant to be."

A/N: I did change the writing style. :]

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Y/n's POV

I opened my door and plopped down onto my bed, closing my eyes. "That was embarrassing…" I mumbled to myself in my dimly lit room, illuminated by a single small lamp on my desk.

I closed my eyes and started to think about what happened at dinner…

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10 minutes earlier

Everyone was laughing and eating… all except me. I had hoped to see Chris again, but… it's just embarrassing.

He left to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol, and I'm still here at home—the same home for the longest time.

I wanted to be a vet and help animals, but when Chan left, everything went downhill. At college, I was kicked out because someone took my position. Like, what!?

And when I applied for another college, I didn't have any money for tuition, so I dropped out. I'm 26 years old… and I still live with my parents.

I glanced over at Chan as he casually chatted with my parents.

"Chris, I'm—we're proud of you," my mom exclaimed. The scoff was supposed to be in my head, but I guess I let it out into the air.

All the clinking of utensils stopped, the chatter died down, and all their attention was now on me…

"Y/n, would you like to say something?" My mom's voice was stern.

"No…" I took one last bite of my food before standing up. "I'm done with dinner."

As I walked away, I heard my dad's voice mumbling something.

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Chan's POV

"I'm sorry about her; she's just really happy to see you," Y/n's dad tried to reason, offering a small smile. I glanced at her mom, noticing the frustration etched on her face.

"So, is she a veterinarian yet?" I asked, attempting to lighten the mood. Her parents exchanged a look, then turned back to me, their silence speaking volumes.

"She tried many times. Her first college accepted her, but her spot was taken… and the other college? She couldn't afford the tuition, so she dropped out. We offered her money, but she refused to take any from us… and well, you see where she is now," her mom said, her voice trailing off as she looked down at her plate, covering her face with her hands. "I feel like it's all my fault. As a mother, I should've encouraged her to pursue her dreams, to accept the help…" Tears began to stream down her face, and Y/n's dad wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and murmuring, "You did everything you could."

"Oh…" I exhaled, turning my gaze to the stairs. "May I be excused?"

Y/n's dad nodded, and I stood up, walking towards the stairs, the house's layout etched in my memory from countless sleepovers and parties. Her room should be at the end of this hall…

I raised my hand and knocked softly on the door. "Y/n, it's me." The doorknob resisted, half-turned—was it locked?

"Can you unlock the door?"

Shuffling sounds came from inside, followed by a click. I smiled and pushed the door open. Her room was almost as I remembered it, other than the Stray Kids merchandise scattered about. She was curled up in a ball, her back to me.

"Y/n, are you okay?" I asked gently, trying not to sound threatening. She hummed in response, and I rolled my eyes playfully before sitting down on her bed. "Come on, we're not five anymore… you know how to use words."

"I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice muffled. I leaned over her coiled form to see her clutching a WolfChan plush. Smiling, I leaned down and hugged her. She tensed at first but gradually relaxed.

"What's wrong, hm?" I whispered into her neck, her familiar scent enveloping me, her sweet perfume enhancing the tenderness of the moment.

"My parents probably already told you," she spoke softly, sighing.

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you…"

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me posting everything BUT Oh he's just a nerd.

-heart from Straykids <3

thank you and, good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight!!-Chibi

[mirkhammett]

welcome to my blog!

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[castieltrash1]

could you write tod wagner and pussy worship for the friday the 13th sleepover 🥺

anon pls know id die for u mwah

switch!tod waggner x afab!reader; smut, body worship, oral, fingering, dirty talk

Even with your grip tightening on his hair, trembling thighs pressing into either side of his face, Tod doesn’t budge. Your surprised gasp fueled by the oversensitivity of his lingering tongue only seems to spur him on. If you couldn’t see his eyes turning into crescents, you’d still know he was smiling by the way his lips curl against your wetness.

The aftershocks of your orgasm rack through your body and you twitch under him, shaking your head.

“T-Tod, fuck, ‘s too much,” you whine, nails scratching his scalp. In spite of your words, your insatiable boyfriend continues, stiffening his tongue as he drags it from your still-clenching hole up to your swollen clit -- which he promptly pulls between his lips and sucks on. A gargled sound escapes you and a strength you didn’t know Tod possessed catches you off guard as he presses down on your hips, holding you in place. You scramble for purchase, legs kicking helplessly, feet sliding against the sheets.

Tod lets out a muffled giggle, the sudden lack of stimulation giving you time to gasp a sharp inhale. “Your pussy is so cute,” he coos, breath hot against your core. Warmth creeps across your skin as you feel his thumbs spread you open, exposing you further to his heavy gaze. “So needy, too. Are you sure you can’t take one more?” The question is hypothetical, of course, since he’s deadset on making you cum again just like this, sprawled out beneath him.

He pulls back just enough to graze his teeth against the soft skin of your inner thigh, kissing the stinging spot after to soothe it. “It’s crazy how good you taste, dear,” Tod comments, licking his lips to catch the glistening arousal he’s missed. You feel the mattress dip with his weight as he grinds his hips against it. “C-can you really blame a guy for wanting more?”

“You’re crazy,” you playfully groan, watching the way his face flushes at the newfound friction on his clothed cock. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

He chuckles, the sound twisting into a breathless gasp. “I think the - fuck... the word you’re looking for is smitten.” Just as you feel yourself gain the upper hand, his hand shifts, the bony knuckles of his middle finger stretching you out as they sink inside you. A single curl has you gritting your teeth, hips bucking against his wrist.

Tod presses a gentle kiss to your clit, taking over once more. “And if you wanted something inside, all you had to do was ask.”

friday the 13th sleepover weekend

[final-bae-stination]

Thunder And The Rain (Ian McKinley)

Prompt: The reader is scared of the thunder and Ian tries to calm them down during a particularly heavy storm.

Author's Note: This does kind of go WAY out of the "Final Destination" universe, because I like to think, even though it was proven different, they could've beat Death at the end, and Wendy, Kevin, Julie, and Ian survived, so...we're going with that.

Third Person POV Ian hated life, or what passed for it. Somehow, Wendy did it. She beat Death, and in three years, nothing's happened to him, Wendy, Julie, or Kevin. Sure, they were all still extremely paranoid, but who wasn't anymore, after the shit they'd lived through, but barely? The truth was, he missed Erin, but Y/N took care of that.

After he left Build It after Erin's death, he'd been struggling for a job. Nothing seemed interesting. And then, surprisingly, he found one: the pound. He liked animals more than people, that was a fact. Sure, he tolerated Wendy and the others, but it wasn't a necessary kind of like. And, of course, he still hated Wendy for killing Erin (though he was sure that part was fading a little--he literally went shopping with her two weeks ago). He liked to work at the pound, which doubled as an animal rescue and vet clinic. And then he met you.

You were there, just starting a week after him, and he saw immediately that you were drawn to (favorite animal). He could see it: they were cute. Hard to resist. Made sense. What didn't make sense was you talking. To him. A lot. Alone, too. Like, okay, he knew he looked weird, all Gothic and whatnot, and that he was...weird, sure. But you didn't seem to notice that. You talked to him like a normal person, and try as he might not to, he liked that. You didn't treat him differently because he was different.

It was very, very slow, but you both started catching feelings, he'd asked you out, and one thing led to here: you, on your sofa in you and Ian's apartment, watching TV. You and Ian had gotten together four months ago, and he'd finally opened up, telling you everything, from his past to Erin, and things in between, the trauma dumping: the roller coaster accident, the near death experiences, losing Erin, watching the others die, the whole Death thing. You never once doubted he was serious or anything but crazy, because he had a look on his face, talking about it, that wasn't fake.

Now, you've not told him a lot, either, particularly your fear of storms, especially thunder. You felt it was childish, even though there were a million adults with the same fear. It's just...Ian seemed so fearless after everything, and you wanted to be that way for him, so you never told him your fears (you did admit spiders and snakes scared you, though).

As you're watching TV (Ian was at work), you heard the rain, and then the ominous rumble. You tensed, hand on the remote. Another boom, slow and heavy. Shit, you thought. Please not now, Ian's almost home! But the storm, obviously, did not listen, increasing the peals of thunder until you were shivering under your blanket, trying to turn the TV up to block it out. But then the lights flickered, and went out. You gasped, feeling panic clawing its way up your throat, through your veins. Is this how he felt? You ask yourself randomly. Is this what Ian felt, wondering when he'd die, and what from, and how? You shook your head. In the dark, that wasn't helping. Something slammed, and you jumped, heart pounding. You wanted to call out but were too scared. You flinched as thunder roared, lightning shooting across the sky.

"Babe?" A voice calls, and oh, you wanted to start bawling in relief. He finds you on the couch, under your blanket, shaking. "Shit, babe, what's wrong?!" He throws his coat, not even glancing at where it lands, and rushes over, kneeling at your side on the floor. "Babe. Hey." He says, his fingers under your chin as you hide. "Baby, what's wrong?" "It's nothing." You try to say, but he's not having it. Before he can speak, thunder booms, and you squeal, throwing yourself in his arms. He barely catches you, letting out a soft "oof" as he holds you in his lap, feeling you shake. "Baby...is it the thunder?" He asks, and your silence confirms it. "Oh, babe." He breathes, rubbing your back with one hand, the other in your hair.

"I know, it's dumb," You whisper into his red shirt. "No, no, it's not dumb, baby." He says soothingly. "There's a fuck ton of people that're scared, too." He tries to assure. You shake your head, "I feel like a child." You whine. He chuckles, "Well, that's why I'm here. 'Cuz I can protect you, right?" A pause. "Right. I love you, Ian." His breath catches. That was the first time you'd said that. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers. "Why don't we go to bed, yeah? I can throw on a movie or something on my computer." "I'd like that," You blush, and he carries you to the room, setting you on the bed. You pick out The Avengers, and you both curl up to watch it. Here and there, one of the peals of thunder makes you flinch, but with Ian beside you, it's really not that bad.