#HEY VINCE BE NICE

[chukys-mouthguard]

hey bestie 🙂 if you are comfortable can you write a heavy smut with angst for Vince Dunn x reader please ?

pleaseher

words - 3.2k

genre - slight angst, heavy smut

request - yes

warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI; daddy kink, degradation, lots of dirty talk, choking, oral (m+f receiving), p in v; sorry if i forgot any, this is the smuttiest smut I’ve written so I’m new to warnings 🙊

featuring - vince dunn x female reader

What a cocky son of a bitch.

Rolling your eyes as you tossed back a shot, you watched as Vince stood on the booth in his roped off section of the club. Bottle in hand as he chugged the vodka like it was water. His shirt now hardly buttoned as his chest was peeking out from underneath. Sweat beads glistened against his tan skin from the glare of the club lights.

Vince was an attention whore, he knew it and wore that badge proudly. Loving when girls would drool over him, practically taking their panties off after one glance from him to try and get him interested in them. Sure he dabbled in the occasional hook up with those girls, but they’d never compare to you.

The two of you had been an off and on thing for several months now. Never fully wanting to commit to dating, but the second you tried being with anyone else, you’d come crawling back to one another. Or, in your case, when you wanted Vince and he was too busy with other girls, you’d do everything in your power to make him jealous.

Jealous Vince was your favorite to put it plainly. The way he’d become protective over you, not wanting any other guys hands on you, or dick inside of you for that matter. Sure it was a game to you, to get him riled up knowing the sex was always amazing when Vince was that worked up. But you enjoyed teasing him and getting what you wanted.

Watching as he swayed back and forth to the music, bottle still in hand. His eyes briefly caught yours, and for a moment you almost folded. Wanting to walk up to him and pull him from the club by his collar. But you remembered it was Vince who cut you off a few weeks ago, wanting to explore other options. The reminder of that being the only motivation you needed to stick to your plan.

As you headed to the floor, his eyes followed you, turning into more of a glare as he saw you snake your arms around a random guys neck.

You’d been scoping the crowd all night, in need of a guy you knew would have Vince crawling in his skin mad. Settling on a tall, tan, blonde haired guy, nice build with a few tattoos. You’d begun talking him up at the bar earlier, setting the tone for the events to follow.

Joining him on the floor his hands immediately latched onto your waist, soon enough falling to grip your ass. Tossing your hair over your shoulder you found Vince’s eyes still on you. The vodka bottle tight in his grip as you could see his jaw clench from a mile away. A smirk coming across your lips as you spun around, firmly placing your ass on the man’s crotch, grinding against him as his hands freely roamed your body. Head resting on his shoulder as his lips found your neck in a few short kisses.

As you looked back towards Vince, he was no longer there. Soon enough he was making his way through the crowd towards you. While you were happy you’d gotten him riled up, the last thing you wanted to deal with was him getting into a drunk fight at the club. Trying to explain that to his coach at morning skate come Monday was not something sober Vince would enjoy doing.

“Wait here? Gotta run to the restroom.”

Giving a quick kiss to the man who’d practically had his hands in your pants on the floor, you headed off towards the restrooms. Only to be pulled from your path, Vince pinning you to the wall. Hands above your head as his hips held you in place.

“Think it’s a fun game huh? Putting yourself on display like that. Practically getting fucked on the floor in front of everyone.”

A smirk on your lips as you were pleased to know your plan had worked.

“Oh please Vinny baby, you wish I’d let you fuck me in front of everyone here.”

A hand dropped from holding yours to lightly gripping your neck. Vince loved dominating you, making sure you knew at the end of the day, regardless of how many girls he messed around with. You would always be his number one girl.

“Oh yeah? Should I pull those panties to the side and bend you over the booth in my section? Let everyone see what a whore you are for me? You’d probably love that.”

He voice sending chills down your spine as his lips traced your jawline as he spoke. His free hand exploring your body, stopping at the waist of your skirt which was now riding very high on your thighs.

“Only one problem, I’m not wearing any panties.”

You bit your lip as the look in his eyes went from lust to pure desire. Immediately needing every inch of you on him. His hand moving to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up even further in an attempt to call your bluff. But as his fingers glided along your folds, already dripping wet for him, you swore his pupils went black. A low groan coming from him as he smirked.

“Such a fucking whore. I love it.”

He pulled his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean as he savored the taste of you. “Mmm, so sweet for me baby girl.”

If you weren’t in the middle of the club, you would’ve had him take you right there. Not sure how much longer you could wait, needing him to have his way with you until you couldn’t walk.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go tell my friends I had to head out, you’re gonna go get in daddy’s car and make sure you stay nice and wet for me okay?”

His lips hovering just above yours, though not giving in for the kiss. Earning a soft whine from you as he knew that’s what you wanted.

“And if I don’t?”

You wouldn’t dare disobey him, but the idea of testing him, knowing it would only make tonight more interesting, was one you’d gladly entertain.

A soft chuckle left his lips as shook his head. “Sweetheart, we both know that you’re gonna do what I say.” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip as he headed off to bid his group farewell. He’d given you his keys to go find his car in the back lot. Climbing into the passenger seat you impatiently waited, knowing that you’d be in for it once you got back to his place.

As Vince climbed in the driver's seat, his eyes glanced to your lap, noticing how tightly you’d crossed your legs.

“Someone desperately needs to be fucked huh?”

He laughed as a hand rested on your thigh, lightly gripping the skin as you were dying for him to touch you where you needed it most. But he knew you all too well, and he certainly wasn’t going to give in to you just yet.

Shifting underneath his touch, you did whatever you could to try and urge him to move his hand to the inside of your thigh. Craving to feel his fingers on you once again. But instead he pulled away, a whine coming from you as you pouted your lips.

“Such a needy little thing. You missed how I fuck you? I know you did. That’s why you pulled that shit at the club tonight. Teasing me and making me watch someone else touch you. I should’ve put you on your knees right in front of him. Let him see how good you take my cock.”

His grip on your thigh tightened slightly as he spoke, holding you from clenching your thighs to give yourself some much needed friction. Your pussy throbbing, aching to be pleasured by him.

“You’re gonna wish you never pulled that little stunt. Once I’m done fucking you, I promise you’ll never try to make me jealous ever again.”

A smirk on his lips while he eyes kept on the road, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but something in you was wanting to be a bit of a pain right back. To combat his cockiness that you very much couldn’t stand, mostly in situations like these.

“Well maybe if you stopped leaving me for other girls, I wouldn’t have to tease and make you jealous. I’d be all yours, alllll the time.”

He pulled his hand from your thigh, breath hitching in your throat as you instantly missed the contact. Watching as he moved to undo his belt buckle, his button and zipper following suit.

The car slowing to a halt a he’d reached a red light, hurrying to pull his pants down, freeing his cock as it slapped against his stomach.

“Just for that comment, get your mouth on my cock.”

Your mouth watered as you eyed his erection from the passenger seat, feeling yourself only getting wetter by the second. Undoing your seatbelt to get on your knees and lean over the console. Tossing your hair over your shoulder before slowly taking his length in your mouth.

“Fuck.”

Vince threw his head back as he pressed his foot on the gas, doing his best to drive the speed limit, but the twitching of his legs was going to prove to be a challenge. His hips adjusted to give you a better angle, allowing you to deepthroat him with ease. His fingers tangled in your hair as he held you at the base of his cock, listening to you gag around him.

“Such a good little slut. Can’t talk back when you’ve got your mouth full of my cock huh baby?”

As he pulled you from his length, he let you catch your breath. Sitting back in your seat as you wiped the saliva from your chin. Seeing Vince’s apartment straight ahead, as he quickly pulled into the parking garage, not bothering to check his park job. More focused on getting you inside so he could finally have his way with you.

Vince hadn’t bothered to buckle his belt, letting it hang as he pulled you from the passenger seat. Finally placing his lips on yours as he pressed you against the car. His cock still rock hard beneath the fabric of his pants. Tongues fighting for dominance before he pulled away with a quick tug of your lip between his teeth.

“Let’s go, daddy needs to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Within seconds of closing the door, Vince already had you on the kitchen counter. His lips devouring yours as one hand held your throat, the other tracing your curves before finding its way under your skirt. A smirk on his lips the second he felt how wet you were.

“God I’ve barely even touched you and you’re practically dripping for me. I fucking love it.”

He pulled your legs closer to the edge of the counter, pushing your skirt up in the process. That cocky smirk back on his face as he kissed along your thighs, leaving love bites before he’d nestled between your legs.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

The second he’d finally given in, his tongue immediately lapping at your clit, you could’ve came. Feeling so desperate for his touch that your hands gripped his soft curls tight. Holding him in place with no chance of letting him go. He laughed at your neediness. Immediately pushing a finger inside to accompany the work of his tongue.

Your breath was hardly controllable as could feel yourself already close, not bothering to hush your moans as you were in ecstasy. Vince truly knew how to take care of you and find all the perfect places to have you melt in his touch.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck.”

Vince groaned at your nails digging into his scalp, not minding the tinge of pain as it only urged him to continue, slipping another finger into as he picked up the pace with his tongue.

You were shaking beneath him as his free hand tried to hold you still, not letting you move away from him. Your hips bucked as your head fell back, expletives pouring from your lips as you could barely form a sentence.

“You gonna cum for me? Be a good little slut and cum all over daddy’s face huh? Can you do that for me? I wanna taste you.”

His words pushing you over the edge as you came, covering his lips in your juices as his tongue slowed it’s pace, licking every inch of you. The overstimulation causing you to flinch at each flick of his tongue.

Pulling his fingers from you he immediately brought them to your lips, to which you gladly accepted. Hollowing out your cheeks as you kept your eyes locked with his. Seeing his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at you and the mess you’d made on his counter.

“So fucking sexy. I need those lips back on my cock. Now.”

He lifted you from the counter, setting you down and immediately you dropped to your knees. Stroking his cock while he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

Your eyes locked with his as you took him into your mouth, bobbing your head painfully slow. Watching the way his eyes rolled back as he let out a low groan. Soon enough his hips started thrusting to match your rhythm, the sound of you gagging like music to his ears. Eyes watering as your mascara started to run, his hands holding you in place as he fucked your face. His grunts making your pussy soaked, surely leaving a mess beneath you.

“Mmm yes, your throat is mine. You hear me? Fuck you’re such a good slut letting me fuck you til your makeups running down your face.”

Vince pulled himself from your lips, sensing you needed a break to catch your breath. Pulling you to your feet he crashed his lips to yours before grabbing at your thighs to lift you up. Legs wrapping around his waist as his cock brushed against your wet folds. A soft whimper coming from your lips as your head fell back, Vince taking the opportunity to kiss and bite at your neck.

He carried you down the hall, tossing you onto the bed as he finally discarded of his clothes. Allowing you the chance to gawk over his physique, something you’d never get tired of looking at. Making your way to the edge of the bed your fingers traced over his chest and down to his abs, while he hands pulled at your shirt before making quick work of your bra. Tossing it to the side before his lips found your breast, his hand taking the other in his palm, pinching at your nipple as he laid you down.

The feeling already having you writhing beneath him, arching your back into his touch as your nails marked up his back. Earning a growl from him at the burning sensation.

“Ready to show me what a good girl you are while you take my cock?”

You nodded at him with wanting eyes as his thumb traced over your bottom lip before dipping past, instinctually you sucked on it. Vince smiling at you as he teased you with his cock, loving how wet you still were for him.

“Please…Vince, I need you. Now.”

He loved hearing how needy you were, begging for him to give you what you wanted. Without warning he’d thrust into you, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes rolled back. Hands gripping his biceps while his held tight to your hips. Thrusts slow but hard, his eyes fixated on how your tits perfectly bounced with each buck of his hips.

“How’s it feel baby?”

“So fucking good, you know only you can fuck me like this.”

“Mmm, you know I love hearing you say that.” A few more thrusts and Vince felt himself nearing his climax, though not yet done with you. “Show daddy what a good girl you can be while you ride his cock.”

Vince quickly pulled himself from you as he laid down, pumping his cock while he followed your motion, climbing into his lap as you lined him with your heat.

As you slowly lowered yourself, feeling every inch of him stretch you, the two of you moaned in unison. Hands resting on his chest to help steady you as you slowly began grinding into him, the way you rocked your hips had Vince melting beneath you. Though he absolutely loved fucking the shit out of you, watching you lose yourself as you rode his dick was so much better.

“Feel good baby? Bouncing your ass on my cock and being a good girl? God you’re such a whore, creaming all over my cock with your tits bouncing in my face. I fucking love it.”

One hand left your hips as it moved to grip your throat, Vince loving that you weren’t afraid of him being rough with you. Tilting your head back to give him a better grip as your bouncing was now out of rhythm. Feeling yourself beginning to tighten around his cock, whines leaving your lips as he caught on, thrusting his hips up to push you over the edge.

“You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock?”

“Yes daddy, I’m such a good little whore, cumming all over daddy’s cock.”

With a slew of expletives, your hands fell to his chest as you quivered on top of him. Legs shaking as you came, Vince rocking your hips to guide you through your climax. Just as you felt the euphoric high fading he’d pulled himself from you, a gasp leaving your lips at the loss of him.

He quickly stood up as he stroked himself, bringing his own climax closer as his grunts were low and sporadic.

“Knees.”

Climbing from the bed you took your spot on the floor in front of him. Gazing up at him, wanting eyes as your hands gripped his thighs.

“Cum for me daddy, please. I’ll be a good little slut and take it all, I promise.”

Hearing you call him daddy always sent shockwaves through his system, the words so beautiful spilling from your lips. As his head fell back and you heard a deep fuck come from him, you took his length in your mouth. Hands taking over stroking him as you flicked your wrist until you could feel him buck his hips, his warm seed hitting your tongue.

Vince quickly gripping your chin, “not yet baby,” opening your lips you’d showed him how good of a girl you were, taking every drop, his cocky smirk on his face as he lightly closed your jaw. “Such a good girl, swallow every drop baby.”

He watched as you swallowed, the action alone had him ready for round two. You weren’t normally one for the extra dirty actions, but with Vince you threw all of that out the window as he had such a hold over you you’d never thought twice.

Pulling you from your knelt position, Vince laid you down in bed before grabbing you a tshirt to throw on. He simply grabbed some boxers before he climbed into bed next to you.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you pulled a stunt like that just to get me all riled up, so I’d fuck you like crazy.”

“Well, it worked didn’t it?”

[pumpkabitch]

Hey, Shane and Sam have to be like. Somewhat familiar with each other right? They live with the only kids in town, and they work together. Doesn't mean they're friends, definitely not, but maybe they're a little nice to each other? Sam sees how tired and depressed Shane seems at the Saloon and decides he'll invite Jas (and Shane) over for dinner next week, which Jodi never minds

Shane and Jas get to their house a little early. Of course the kids want to play in Vince's room, so Shane awkwardly stands around. He offers to help Jodi with dinner but oh no, it's basically done and Sam already set the table, sit on the couch and relax. Sam sits in the chair and turns on the TV. Shane used to play Gridball, maybe there's a game on! They watch the game for a bit, and even though Sam doesn't really get the rules he seems to be rooting for the right team.

During an ad break, Sam brings up when Morris accidentally elbowed a displat when he was walking fast and sent the cans flying everywhere. He's laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world and Shane...well, Shane cracks a smile, chuckles a bit. And Sam is like yes! I am winning at friendly conversation!

Dinner goes well, the casserole is made with fresh fish from Willy, Shane sticks with water, denies the offer of a disgusting Joja Cola. Vincent dominates the conversation, talking about what they've been learning from Miss Penny, but Jas joins in sometimes to add whatever Vince forgot. Dessert is ice cream, followed by 35 minutes of Vince and Jas trying to convince the adults to let them sleepover. But it's a school night and Jas needs to get home.

At the door Sam gives Shane a wide smile and says to get home safe, as if it's a joke. Which it kind of is. The ranch is a 15 minute walk away, they can practically see it poking through the trees. Shane nods, picking up a Jas who's falling asleep on her feet, and says he'll see him at work.

And theyre not friends, Shane is 5 or 6 years older than Sam and they don't have much in common, but at least there will be a somewhat friendly face at work tomorrow

[sweetheartedbylust]

“Behind the curtain” Nikki sixx NSFW

Alright hoes, I got something for y’all again. Hope y’all like it :3.

I NEED HIM

💋

The chants of the crowd and Vince saying goodnight to the fans was all you could hear backstage as you watched as tonight you stayed backstage unlike you as you always liked to be on stage with them, singing and doing anything else they would let you

And soon, the lights dimmed and the boys made their way backstage, you waited for a second after saying hey to all the guys expect for Nikki? Where the hell was he? . And with that thought you felt a hand drag you aside

Startled you turned around to find that familiar pair of green eyes staring you down, “hey pretty girl” he smiled as you sat silent not knowing what the hell he was thinking

“Nikki where were you?” You questioned as he grinned. “Waiting for you actually” he said as before you knew it your back was against the side of the stage behind the curtains and Nikki’s lips were on your neck.

You didn’t even think twice about letting him attack your neck. You didn’t even really think about anything just letting him ravish you.

“Good girl, let me do what I want to you..mhm”

He grinned against your neck before coming down to your top that wasn’t even covering much in the first place and ripping it off of you. His lips were right at your nipple and soon he was right on them, biting and sucking just the way he knew to make you scream. Practically aching for him.

“Nikki please.. I want you” . You said with a whine as he kept up his teasing. “ you want what baby? Tell me what you want” he teased making you wanna just take it yourself but you kept up, “you in me Nikki, your dick..please” you said as he got as much of his heavy clothes off.

“You know, you should be careful of what you say” he said making you cock your head , “what do you mean- oh” you said as you let out a squeak as he picked you up and put you right on his dick.

“Fuck, now be good and let me ruin this little pussy” he said as he started to thrust up into you, making you let out strings of curses. But that didn’t last as his hand swiftly covered your mouth. “you don’t want the boys to hear do you, you little slut” as he picked up his pace making you practically go numb for him.

“I wanna cum balls deep in this pussy, would you like that huh?” He teased as you nodded your head as by now his hand was letting go the grip on your mouth letting you finally speak again

“Please Nikki, I wanna cum” you whined as you felt your high coming. “It’s okay baby, cum on my dick. Let everyone here know that you’re my whore” he said and with that. You came all over his dick as he was still approaching his high. Making you. Even more overstimulated than you already were.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum” he said with his head almost throwing it self back and soon you felt his load coating your insides as he let you off of him and came down beside you.

“I’m sorry if that was kinda unexpected” he said. “No, it was kinda nice actually” you laughed as Nikki finally having some alone time with you in between his tour was pretty refreshing however in a matter of 3 seconds

“ hey dude we need to- OH.” Tommy said his eyes going wide as he shut the door to the side stage and slowly walked out. As Nikki quickly gave you a kiss and got himself together and probably was going to go rant at him, tours with the boys was fucking crazy but it’s always fun.

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[budgiesunset]

The Youngest Toretto || GN!Reader (Longer Version)

•Summary• You are the youngest Toretto sibling. ⚠️Warning’s⚠️ Blood, Major Character death, slight swearing, slight violence, gun, gun wound, Angst might make you cry might not. •A/N• Please let me know if any mistakes. I did try to make this gender neutral but let me know if J should change anything. This is not proof read.

*** You were sitting in the cafe finishing off some last minute homework while Mia was behind the counter making sure that you finished it correctly. You then heard a car pull up outside and turned your head to see Brian walking over. “Mia look who’s here” you teased Mia just stared at you clearly annoyed at you “just do your homework” she huffed before smiling at Brian as he entered the cafe and sat down next to you.

“Homework, huh?” He said looking at your book “mind your own business tuna breath.” You replied not even looking up from your book. A couple minutes later of trying to do maths while having to listen to Brian and Mia talk to each other you heard a familiar sound before turning around and seeing all of Doms friends enter the cafe “hey YN mind if I sit there?” Vince asked while leaning against the counter.

“ But I’m here,” you responded “Just move!” Vince said clearly running out of patience so you packed up your stuff before moving to the other side of the counter “asshole” you whispered under your breath making sure you where just loud enough so that Vince could hear you he looked at you surprised at the response before sitting down next to Brian and starting a conversation about something.

You had only zoned out for a couple of minutes before looking over and seeing Vince and Brian throwing punches at each other.

The fight had gotten the attention of your older brother Dom who hadn’t gone out to stop it yet “DOM! As much as I enjoy seeing tuna breath over there being beat up I don’t really feel like having to deal with a dead body today!” You exhaled looking him dead in the eye for a second before he finally walked out to break up the fight you following him with a glass of water in your hand.

After Dom broke up the fight you threw the glass of water on Vince’s head “what you need to cool off” you chuckled “fuck you YN” Vince said back “HEY. TAKE A WALK VINCE” Dom shouted in his face “and YN get inside” “but-“ “GET INSIDE” Dom shouted losing his patience. You rolled your eyes before giving him the finger and walking off Mia right behind you.

“YN you can’t just do stuff like that.” She scolded. “Come on you have to admit it was funny.” You laughed but stopped when you noticed Mia wasn’t laughing.

“Don’t you have homework” she said stepping back behind the bar. “Already done.” You quickly placed your books into your backpack.

“I’m bored I’m going home” you said slinging your bag over your shoulders. “What, by yourself? But it’s starting to get dark.” She said worry in her tone.

“I’ll be fine I have my bike.” You said confidently and if you were being honest you didn’t think anyone was stupid enough to go after the little sibling of Dominic Toretto.

“You know Dom doesn’t like you riding home alone after 5pm. He’ll kill me if he finds out I let you and then kill you for for being stupid enough to go by yourself.” She said thinking that would be enough to keep you there.

“Well been nice knowing you see you on the other side.” You joked walking out the back door hearing Mia call your name as you secured your helmet before riding off.

It had gotten really dark by the time you were almost home. Normally you would already be home by now but with construction on your normal route you had to take a back alleyway. You knew Dom would already be angry so you decided it best if you kept that part to your self.

As you were pushing your bike up the driveway when you heard a gun fire. You rushed to get inside as you saw the car drive by with someone hanging out the passenger door with a gun but you suddenly you felt a a sharp hot pain in your lower stomach.

You fell to your knees the pain being to much. You heard the car drive off with whoever fired the gun laughing. Was this how you were going to die. You placed your hand over the bullet hole feeling the hot liquid cover your hand looking down you saw your top had turned red.

You where losing blood fast and you knew that you would die, die with out seeing your siblings again, die without graduating, die and miss out on so much but you would be able to see your parents again and knowing that brought you a slight sense of comfort.

“YN! YN!” You heard your name the voice sounded familiar but it was muffled and you thought it was miles away. You saw a bright light of a car but it looked like there were multiple. Then it all went dark you heard nothing and you knew that you had taken your last breath the pain finally going away.

•The others POV•

“Wait so let me get this straight you thought it was a good idea to allow YN to go home alone when it’s almost dark.” Mia had just finished explaining to Dom where you were after he had come back inside with the others and noticed your absence.

“I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listen and just walked out.” Mia tried her best to defend herself but knew that if anything happened to you she was responsible.

“Ok everyone get in your cars we’re going to my house.” Dom announced to the gang. “Hopefully they’re there.” He whispered that part under his breath not want to stress his sister out more then she already was. He knew that you were probably already there but this was a dangerous town they lived in and Dom had made a lot of enemies, enemies who he knew would do anything to get revenge even bring a innocent teenager into it if it meant it got to him.

As they were driving down the street he and his family lived on he heard two gunshots ring through the air moments apart from each other. He sped up hoping to find you inside the house safe and sound.

Once they pulled up to the house Dom was horrified to see his little sibling on the ground bleeding out.

“YN! YN!” He called out as he approached your body the others only a few steps behind. Mia pushed him aside and knelt down next to you. Your eyes were blank and you were in a pool of your own blood.

Tears started to escape her eyes. “Hey.. hey YN look we’re all here the whole gang is here for you… you’re gonna be alright, yeah.. please say something. YN? Please” Her voice broke this was her fault if she tried harder then you would Still be here.

“YN please I’m sorry I’m so so sorry… YN come on say something” She cradled your head in her lap pushing pieces of her away from your face.

“Mia they’re gone.” Vince said as he tried to pull you away. “NO! NO! They’re not gone… they can’t be.” She cried into Vince’s arms as Dom was comforted by Letty. He wasn’t one to cry but he had just lost his little sibling someone who had practically raised.

Vance picked Mia up pulling her away from your body that was now cold. She continued to cry as Letty led her and Dom inside while Vince, Leon and Jesse handled your body.

•Brian’s POV•

Brian went into the house where they were operating everything the next day no idea about the devastating news he was about to hear about the Teretto family.

“O’Conner my office now.” Sargent Tanner ordered. “What’s going on” Brian asked sensing the seriousness about the situation.

“Do you know anything about a shooting at the Toretto house.” Brian was shocked he knew Dominic had enemies but didn’t think they would try and kill somebody.

“No.. what happened?” Now he was scared what if Mia had gotten injured yes he only knew her for a short amount of time but he was really starting to have feelings for her.

“You know the youngest one.. what was their name again.. uhh-“

“YN” Brian was pretty sure he knew where this was going and he prayed that he was wrong.

“Yeah YN they were shot didn’t make it died within a few minutes.” Sargent Tanner said not a shred of empathy going right back to his cigarette.

“Oh… umm… wow they were so young hadn’t even finished high school yet.” Even though Brian barely knew you, you were still a kid who had done nothing wrong and had actually been getting good grades.

“Yeah sure sure.. oh well that’s one less problem we have to deal with, probably had no future anyway. The killer probably did the world a favor.” The Sargent said not even looking up from the file in his hands.

“What the hell man! Look I know that we’re trying to bust Dominic but YN had nothing to do with what he’s doing ok. They were a good kid and didn’t deserve to die so young.” Sargent Tanner was shoulder by Brian’s outburst.

“Yeah… umm yeah sorry” Sargent Tanner apologized before dismissing Brian.

•Mia’s POV•

Mia was heart broken she had just lost her little sibling and all she could think of how she won’t get to see you grow up how she won’t be able to hear you laugh or see your eyes light up when you talk about something that you love ever again and all because she couldn’t stop you. Now instead of helping you with homework or watching bad romcoms with you she was sitting before your grave your favorite stuffed animal in front of it with a bouquet of white roses. You where gone you where really gone.

[sydsaint]

I'm a slut for a cocky blond man. <3

Summary: The reader encounters Logan's charisma firsthand when he attempt to get a meeting with Nick Aldis.

"You know I bet that you're used to flashing that pretty-boy smile and for people to just start falling over you, huh?" You stare across your desk at Logan Paul.

"Well I mean, it is a nice killer smile," Logan replies with a grin. "And don't kid yourself, YN. I can tell it's getting to you." He winks at you.

You scoff and roll your eyes at the current US champ. Logan came strolling into the office around 10 minutes ago wanting to talk to your boss, Nick, about something or other. The only problem is, that Aldis is on an important call and asked not to be disturbed.

"You can keep giving me those puppy dog eyes all you want, Logan." You remain firm on not letting Logan through the door. "But it's not going to work on me. Nick will be done with his call soon. You can wait like everyone else." You insist.

"Oh but I'm not like everyone else, am I sweetheart?" Logan replies. "I'm the best US Champion of this era. Not to mention the co-owner of the premier energy drink company, Prime. And an accomplished social media star." He rattles off his accomplishments with a grin. "Plus, I'm handsome."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Full of yourself is more like it." You clap back at him. "You can be as famous as Vince McMahon himself, Logan. And I still wouldn't let you through the door." You flash him a smile.

"Come on, YN!" Logan whines. "What's it going to take for you to let me in to see Aldis?" He asks you.

"How about an appointment?" You reply with a grin. "Or maybe perhaps, Nick coming out of his office to greet you?" You taunt him.

Logan bites the inside of his lip. It's not every day he runs into someone that can keep up with his nagging and persistence with such bravado. Especially not someone as gorgeous as you.

"Hey, did I see you drinking a Prime when I came in earlier?" Logan asks you. "A Cherry Freeze, right?" He scans your desk for the bottle.

"I might have been, yeah." You keep your answer vague. "Why?" You quirk a brow at the blond.

Logan sits down at the chair in front of your desk and takes his phone out. "You're obviously a fan if you're drinking one." He points out. "So you should let me put you on our PR list. It'll get you monthly shipments of whatever your favorite flavor is. Plus you get first access when new flavors drop." He explains.

You sigh and hold back the smile daring to grace your lips. You know that Logan is just buttering you up to get what he wants. But being on the Prime PR list sounds like a dream come true considering how much you drink the stuff.

"Alright." You sigh and pull out your phone to give Logan the information he needs to add you to the list. "This still doesn't mean that you're getting in to see Nick." You add.

"I know." Logan surprisingly nods. "I guess I can wait a little bit. The view in here is pretty nice."

You look up from your phone at Logan's comment about the view. "Really?" You laugh. "You've resorted to hitting on me?" You chastise him.

"What can I say?" Logan shrugs. "It's not every day I meet a girl as quick-witted and pretty as you are, YN." He winks at you.

"Mhm." You hum and shake your head.

The phone on your desk rings and you answer it. Logan watches you intently as you listen to the brief call before hanging the phone up.

"Mr. Aldis will see you now." You hang up the phone and gestured to the door off to the side of the room.

"He can wait for a second," Logan replies with a sly grin. "I've got something more important going on right now." He insists.

You can't help but laugh. "Oh, yeah? After all that whining? What could be so important?" You ask him.

"Getting you to go out with me," Logan replies. "So, wadduya say, YN? Dinner? My treat?" He asks you.

You gaze at the egomaniac in front of you. 'Damn, he's good.' You think to yourself. But Logan flashes you those soft puppy dog eyes from earlier and you know that you can't turn him down.

"Sure, why not?" You accept the offer. "You've got my number. Now go see Nick before he changes his mind." You gesture to the door.

"Yes!" Logan cheers with a grin. "Just you wait, YN. You've never had a stellar night out until you've rolled with me, sweetheart."

You giggle as Logan struts off to his meeting. "I'm sure." You watch him walk off.

You already know that you're about to be in for one hell of a first date. That's a given. Now you just have to get through the rest of the work night.

[unknownperson246]

Hello^^ could I request a 80s slash x reader fic?

It’s 1986, the night was still young and everyone was having good time at one of Motley Crue’s coolest parties yet. Slash sitting on the sofa in the living room while people roamed and danced onto each other. When the reader who was trying to be a groupie for the first time tries to shoot her shot with slash?

With smut and a bit of fluff also?

Thank youu^^

Hiii sorry its a bit late but here it is

First Time

Words: 886

Warnings: *smut* *fluff* *mentions of alcohol* *cussing* *first time* *blood* *slight praise kink* *unprotected p in v* *inexperienced groupie*

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It is the year 1986 and Slash was invited to one of Motley Crue's parties. The party was at Vince Neil’s house. You were around 20 years old. It was the best one this year and every rockstar was coming. It was your first time being a groupie because you just started and you were hanging out with other groupies until Slash caught your eye. He was lying on the couch with his hat and sunglasses he had a lot of curly hair you have never seen him ever. He was in the living room while a lot of people were dancing and making out all over the place. People were even dancing with each other and drinking their beers having a good time.  A groupie saw you staring at Slash with starry eyes. She walks past you and you stop her. “Hey, who is that?” You ask her.

“You seriously don't know?” She looks at you in shock.

“No that's why im asking. It's my first time being a groupie” You say to a fellow groupie.

“That’s Slash from the band Guns n Roses. They're very popular.” The groupie tells you.

“Well, he is pipping hot” You smirk as you tell the groupie.

“Yeah, he is very popular with the groupies so be careful they come to him like a school of birds. They will eat you alive so you better be careful. Also, get to him before any of the other girls get to him.” The groupie warns you so you don't get physically attacked by some dick-hungry chicks.

You muster up some courage and push the other groupies out of the way so you can talk to Slash. You were trying to shoot your shot with him.

“Hi. I’m Y/N” You say confidently as you stand in front of him with just your bra and panties. 

“Hi Y/N You are one sexy woman. Sit here.” He says as he points to his lap. 

He takes his sunglasses off and he rarely does that. The other women were watching in jealousy as he called you sexy and how he was looking at you when he took his sunglasses off. The other women were shocked that he chose a newby. His hands grab your hips and he does not let go of them. His fingers dig into your hips softly.

“Im a virgin” You whisper in his ear.

“Well, this should be fun then” Slash purrs in your ear.

“You're going to let a rockstar take it?” Slash asks you.

“Yeah, and I want it to be you.” You whisper to Slash.

Slash was trying not to be judgmental towards you. He takes you to Vince’s master bedroom. He asks Vince if he is okay with fucking chicks in there first. Vince is okay with it. “Do you know how to do it?” Slash asks you gently. 

“I mean yes but it's my first time,” You tell Slash in the bedroom. 

“It might hurt at first and it will bleed but if you want me to stop I will,”  Slash tells you.

Slash gets up on you and slowly removes your underwear. He prepares his cock for you and he slides it in you nice and easy.

“Does it hurt?” Slash asks you if you're okay.

“No it just feels weird,” you tell Slash.

Slash picks up the pace and starts to go quicker but he is very gentle with you knowing that it’s sensitive because it’s your first time

Slash keeps grunting as he slides in and out of you. He notices the blood.

“Should I stop?” Slash asks you.

“No keep going” you let out a moan. 

You make small noises and you softly whimper as you feel yourself coming close to your orgasm.

“How does it feel?” Slash asks you.

“It feels good” you Moan as your nails touch Slash’s back.

“I feel like I have to pee,” you shriek.

“That’s a good thing it means you're about to orgasm,” Slash explained.

You were happy that you were about to come on Slash’s thick cock. Your legs start to shake and your head goes back.

“Is it supposed to feel this good?” you moan as his hips grind your hips. 

“Yeah,” Slash says breathlessly.

“You’re such a good girl.” Slash moans as his hands go through your hair.

 You feel your hole clenching Slash’s cock. Your sight is blurry and you come over Slash’s cock. Slash keeps going. His legs start to shake and his head goes back. He groans and you feel a liquid shoot inside of you. Slash pulls out of you and lays down next to you on Vince’s bed.

“Is it supposed to come out? I don’t want to get pregnant” you ask Slash.

“Fuck are you on birth control?” Slash asks panicked  

“Yeah, I’m just playing with you” you chuckle.

You feel something run down your legs and you thought it was your period but remember it was blood from how you did it with Slash.

“Slash, I'm still bleeding.” You look down at your legs.

“Do you use pads or tampons?” Slash asks you.

“Tampons,” you tell Slash. 

After about 2 minutes Slash comes back with a tampon and you put it in. You both go out of the room and go back to partying.

[bellysoupset]

"Hey man, you busy?"

Daniel's head snapped up so quickly he felt his neck cracking. He winced, grabbing it to rub it and tried not blush out of embarrassment. Monacelli was hanging at his door, looking incredibly amused, his bag slung over his arm and falling near his hip, blocking most of the sunlight from entering the classroom.

Max recovered quickly, clearing his throat and looking back to the task at hand. He was putting away the dried dishes utilized during his chem experiment with the 14 year old kids, the bell having already rung signifying the end of school day, "No," he dried his hands on his bleach stained jeans and crouched down to put away the beakers, "just finishing up here, why?"

"You got any plans for tonight?"

Max thanked god his head was inside the cabinet and Vince couldn't see his surprised expression. Without looking at the man, he shrugged, "nope..." in truth, he had plans alright. Make himself dinner, get high and watch a movie in the tv, probably crash his own couch.

"Great, I'm taking you out!"

Now Max straightened up, hitting his head in the inside of the cabinet. He let out a whine, rubbing at the sore spot, "...What?" the words came out strangled and Vince let out a chuckle.

"So, turns out it's your birthday today?" Vince leaned against the door, "I'm guessing you're aware of that."

"No, first time hearing it," Max rolled his eyes, "I don't care about my birthday, man, you don't ha-"

"I'm not asking," Vince squinted at him and Max gulped down, cursing himself. He hadn't realized how much... How nice Vin was to look at, "get your shit, I'm waiting for you in the parking lot!"

Max felt ridiculous as he grabbed his bag in the teacher's lounge and went to meet with Monacelli in the parking lot. He hadn't had a crush in a lifetime, since his high school years and Max hated the clammy feeling in his hands or the fluttering in his stomach. Not only it felt childish, but it was completely out of place, Vince was very very taken. He needed to digest those butterflies.

"So what's the plan?" Max walked towards his own pick-up, noticing Vince had already put away his bag under his bike's seat.

"I wasn't sure what was your style, so I came up with a couple ideas," Vince scratched as his cheek in an embarrassed manner and Max raised his eyebrows. More than one option?

"Let's hear them," he leaned against his car, throwing his bag in the passenger seat.

"We hit the bar down your street, what's the name again? Stache's?"

"Uh-hu."

"So yeah, Stache's, then we go up La Dolce Vitta for cake," Vince raised his thumb in order to mark it as option 1, then uncurled his index finger to show it was a new option, "or we can go to the community soccer game and finish it up with beers at the Stache's," he uncurled his middle finger, "or we can go bowling and order the cake from La Dolce Vitta. I'm open for ideas, too."

Max's mouth was dry like a desert. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had remembered his birthday and here was Vince, just some dude he had met nearly six months ago and actively disliked for five of these, with three options of celebration.

"All of them suck?" Vince pouted, misunderstanding his silence, "I don't know, what do you do for fun? Go to a shooting club?"

"Sometimes I hike," Max answered unhelpfully, feeling completely thrown out, "soccer- Soccer's cool."

"Oh yeah?" Vince brightened up like a labrador puppy, opening a huge smile, "okay. Soccer it is -" he squinted then, "but don't expect me to go easy on you just because it's your birthday."

"Oh nooo, whatever will I do," Max rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words and Vince brushed him off, sitting on top of his bike, so they could drive separately.

Doveport had a big community sport's center, but Max didn't frequent it. In fact, he was very antisocial. The opposite of Monacelli, who jumped from his bike and immediately was greeted by five other men, whom Max had never seen in his life, of various ages. Young kids just fresh out of high school, older retired men...

"Do you know everyone?" Max frowned, as he followed Vince to the locker room's that led to the small outdoor soccer field. It wasn't big, but made do, much like the other fields. One for tennis, one for volleyball, one for basketball and a pool that clearly had seen better days and no one was using.

"I talk with people," Vince shrugged, turning around and walking backwards, "you should try it, it's a wonder what being nice to other's can do."

"Yeah, sure Mary Poppins," the blonde rolled his eyes, then paused as they entered the locker rooms. He definitely couldn't play in jeans-

Vince stripped down his shirt, balling it up and throwing it in the bench in the middle of the room and Max's thoughts vanished. The brunette turned around, undoing the fly of his own jeans and frowned, pausing, "you're not gonna change?"

"I don't-" Max looked away, grimacing at his own fumbling, "I've never been here, I don't know-"

"Ah, you can't go in the field wearing jeans," Vince gestured to a big locker open in the opposite side of the room, "see? They have gym shorts and vests for you to grab. They're smelly, but whatever, I don't mind. Do you?"

"Oh, no- We just grab them?"

"Yeah," Vin nodded, "but we need to return them when we're done, of course -" he pointed at a wall with smaller lockers, "here you put your clothes and take the key, there's a board near the field to hang them up and write your name under... I can't believe you've never been here, you lived in this town your whole life, dude."

Max shrugged, glaring at his feet, "team sports are not very my speed."

"Uhm," Vince let out a judgmental huff, "c'mon, hurry up, they're about to leave the field."

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Max was going to throw up.

Not just because of the fucking-ridiculous-damned butterflies, but because he had forgotten Vince was a football star. How had he forgotten that?

Sure, this was soccer, not football, but that meant absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. He had erroneously assumed he'd be more fit than Vince, given the man was chubby, while Max fairly slim. Wrong.

"My nonna runs faster than you, Daniels," Vince teased him, not breathless in the least, slamming that huge hand of his against Max's back. The blonde groaned, bracing against his knees, sweat running down... Well, everywhere. He was drenched in sweat, couldn't catch his breath and his lunch was threatening to come back up.

Max let out a groan, raising his middle finger and causing Vin to let out a cackle, "c'mooooon, you can still win!"

No, he couldn't! The game was mano a mano, meaning there was no goalie or other player, and yet the points were 8 goals for Vin, versus Max's measly 2 points.

"Fuck. You," Max groaned, walking out of the field and collapsing down on a bench. The older men who had been watching them snickered, other people entering the field and patting Vince's arm as they passed him by.

Max spread out his legs, clutching his chest and struggling to breathe, "fuck. Why did I pick this?"

"I don't know," Vince's voice was full of glee, "should've gone bowling, I suck at that."

The blonde raised his head, it was already past sunset and there were crickets chirping and people shouting and laughing in the background, although mostly he only heard the blood drumming in his ears.

"You fooled me."

"Nope," Vince grinned, passing him a paper cup filled with water, "you just didn't think it through."

"You're such an asshole," Max groaned, greedily chugging the water and the letting out a small burp, "I feel like I'm gonna barf."

The other man only laughed, thumping his back once more and sitting down next to him, "we'll go bowling some other night so you can stop being a sore loser."

"Shut the fuck up," Max scoffed, straightening up once he managed to let out another small burp and his lunch seemed content staying put. Sorta, the queasy feeling was still there.

"Beers now?"

He should've said no. Come up with any excuse and bailed.

However Max was having fun, even if he was dead on his feet and his head pounding from running that much, and Vince's face was all blushed, his curls sticking to his forehead and... Well. Yeah.

Stache's was a seedy bar next to Max's place, the name wasn't even actually Stache's, but everyone called it that given the sheer amount of men wearing ugly mustaches that frequented it.

Max was still dizzy from overexertion when they sat down in a little table near the door, in order to enjoy the cold night air, and Vince went to the counter to get them beers, insisting he'd buy since it was Daniel's birthday.

"Here you go," Vince planted a cold bottle in front of his eyes, then messed his hair and Max ducked his face, trying to move away from the touch.

Vince sat down in front of him, clinking their beers together, "cheers man, happy birthday."

"Thanks," Max's cheeks hurt with a blush and he busied himself chugging his beer, "how'd you find out anyway?"

"Shelley, from the front desk," Vince raised his eyebrows, "she's suuuch a gossip and happens to adore my cookie recipe."

"She is such a gossip, uh?" Max snorted, "pot calling the kettle black here," he took another big gulp, "when is yours?"

"In a month," Vin rolled his eyes, "4th of July."

Max opened a smirk, "America's most patriotic immigrant," he teased lightly, causing Vin's brows to meet and him to hesitate, "you are an immigrant, right? I'm not remembering it wrong...?"

Vince's frown cleared up, "No, I am, just didn't think- Didn't think you remembered."

"Hard to forget, I have your kid sister swearing at me in Italian every exam season," he leaned back, starting to relax. This didn't have to be weird, he could small talk.

Eight beers, each, later and Max's cheek was resting on his hand as he heard Vince prattle on about his family.

"No-" Max shook his head, then grimaced as the movement made his stomach roll. A burp sneaked up and he curled his hand in front of his lips to let it out, "we still talk, just not-" another thick burp rolled up and he made a face, hating the sensation, "not much."

"Ah, that sucks, I'm sorry," Vince sounded so sympathetic and Max rolled his eyes, knowing the guy couldn't relate in the least to Max and his distant relationship with his parents.

"Eh, it's fine," he shrugged, finishing off his beer, "we're very different people anyway."

"Do you still keep contact with those guys you used to hang out with-" Vince's squinted, trying to remember, "the big ginger kid and the asian one-"

"Tyler and Lee," Max cleared up, shaking his head, "hell no, nobody from high school. Lee's kid is in your class, though. Little girl, super cute."

Vince looked like he was trying to figure out whom out of his students, before he shook his head, dropping the subject, "met with my high school sweetheart in the grocery store the other day, that was an experience."

Max chuckled at the sarcasm, then regretted it when his stomach churned uneasily and caused him to jump with a painful hiccup, "sorry- HIC! So-Hic!- how was..." he trailed off, moving a hand under the table in order to press on his belly and Vince leaned back on his seat, finishing off his own beer.

"She seemed happy, but tried to pretend she didn't see me, so-" he raised his eyebrows as Max jumped with yet another hiccup, this one ending with a frothy burp, "you alright there, bud?"

Max groaned at the condescending nickname, before lowering his head in shame, "drank too-HIC!-fuck-" the hiccup brought with it a splash of alcohol and it burned his throat to swallow it back down.

"Aww, shit, I forgot you got the world's most sensitive gut," Vince cringed and despite his teasing words, he looked genuinely concerned, as Max's alcohol flushed cheeks started to pale, "I'm gonna get the bill."

"Here-" Max reached for his wallet, agreeing wordlessly it was time to call it night, but Vince shooed him off.

"I invited you," he circled the table, "my treat."

"Nons-" before he could complain, Vince had already left and Max was feeling too queasy to insist on the matter. Instead he collected his keys and walked outside, to the familiar bush he had already thrown up more than once in. He was a regular at Stache's.

Max braced against the brick wall of the side of the seedy bar and took a deep breath, staring at his sneakers. He wasn't drunk, far from it, but quickly decided he was gonna leave his pickup there and walk to get it in the morning. His house was just around the corner anyway.

His stomach was burning and it felt tight to the touch, letting out an upset growl when Max pressed on it. He spat in the curb, cringing at the taste, then belched deeply.

"Oh, there you are, I thought you left!" Monacelli's voice was loud, in every setting. Like he had a microphone inside his chest. Max groaned, his throat bobbing dangerously.

"Gonna hurl."

"Really? Couldn't tell," Vince teased him lightly and Max flinched when he felt the other man's hand coming to rest between his shoulder blades, the pressure causing another belch to come up, this one with a mouthful of stale beer with it, "there you go."

"Uuuurgh-" Max squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fist to his stomach, trying to hurry the process along. Faintly he heard Vince saying in a distant voice "hey, don't do that", but finally his belly threw in the towel and the next wert burp brought up a rush of liquid.

Max curled up, jumping back when the pressure caused the vomit to splatter and he whined as he felt his hair tickling his cheeks, falling from the knot he had loosely made a couple hours prior.

"I got you," Vince planted a hand on his shoulder, then the strands of hair vanished, just as Max coughed up another powerful stream and hiccupped once more.

"Fucking- Embarrassing," Max thumped his chest, until a burp came up and then stumbled back, until he was resting on the opposite wall of the alleyway, "sorry."

"Why are you apologizing, you're the one getting sick in your birthday," Vince frowned, then raised up a bottle of cold water, "got you this."

Max's eyes stung at the gesture and he cleared his throat, snatching the bottle and mumbling a little "thanks," as he started drinking it, "gross."

Monacelli shrugged, "your stomach's better?"

"Eh," Max sighed, wiping at his face and cringing when he felt his beard was humid. He wiped it with the hem of his shirt, "it's gonna be a bitch for the rest of the night, but it's not as bad as before."

"How do you live like this?" Vince wrinkled his nose and Max let out a chuckle, moving so he was standing next to the man and realizing Vin was walking him home.

"Don't ask me," Max huffed, continuing to sip the water, "make it a sport. Last month I only hurled seven times," he grinned as Vince gave him a horrified look.

"You're a champ," the guy said, shoving his hands in his pocket, "I mean, in everything but soccer."

"Oh fuck you," Max cried out, but he was smiling from ear to ear. This was the best birthday he had had probably ever. He was so fucked.

[loveandmurders]

The Sun of Ambrose V (lost Sinclair!daughter reader AU)

Hi everyone, this is the final part of my Sinclair!daughter AU in which the reader is Bo's daughter and she has been taken away and adopted by a new family.

You can find part I here.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, killer!reader, mentions of guilt, violence, murders, blood, some sort of dark angst/comfort

You quite enjoyed your summer break in Ambrose. You loved to sculpt with Vincent, you loved to watch your dad work on a car and to have him show you things, you loved to wander around with Lester. You loved to play with Jonesy as well. Everything felt good. You never slept so well in years, because you were finally feeling safe enough to fully relax.

You hadn’t asked about the tourists anymore because you didn’t have enough strength for more drama for the moment. And whenever people were coming around, the brothers made sure you were busy somewhere else in the town or with Lester. You pretended you didn’t notice anything. You just wanted to be happy. 

And for the moment, your own desire to kill has quieted down. You were still feeling sick from the murder of your mother.

The brothers didn’t notice anything amiss; apart from the fact they still hadn’t heard the sound of your voice, you were once again their ray of sunshine. You were making them so full of joy. The twins were talking, late in the night, about the legacy once again. They hadn’t thought they could resume their plans on this matter. They were so relieved.

However they were a little bit concerned about your adoptive father. They were certain that even if the man wasn’t doing too well for the moment, at some point he would want to get “his daughter” back. The twins had no idea how to cut him out of your life without killing him. Bo would love to murder him - out of jealousy - but he knew that you would know it one day, and he didn’t want to upset you that way. Both your mothers already died after all…

You were having a snack in Bo’s garage while he was taking care of a new car. You were sucking on the chocolate that dripped on your fingers, as you were listening to the music your father put on. You were both enjoying each other's presence even if you weren’t interacting directly. Bo was always a lot more at ease when you were in the same room than him or at least in his line of vision. He was still traumatised; he lost you once, and he promised himself it would never happen again.

You slightly jumped when you felt your phone buzzing next to you. You grabbed it and frowned when you saw it was your adoptive father. Bo noticed the look on your face.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked you as he came closer to you. You put your phone on your lap so you could sign

“He is wondering where I am.” you replied, knowing Bo would understand who was the “he”. You father rolled his eyes and groaned

“Oh so he remembered he's supposed to look after ya?” he ironized and your crossed your arms on your chest “Don’t pout” he hummed and kissed the top of your head

“I’ll have to tell him I’m here. I can’t lie to him about that. Just be nice to him, okay? Things are difficult and… And he won’t be happy about the situation because…” you trailed off

“Because what?”

“Well before mom got sick, she discovered I was chatting with you and Vince and Les, and she was worried about me. She wanted to call the cops on you” you explained. Bo didn’t show any emotion but you read in his eyes that he was quite concerned about such news

“Luckily she got sick then” he commented out loud before realising it “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean it like that” he quickly added as you looked away. Luck had really nothing to do with it, you thought.

“Anyway, I will tell him I’m here. And he’ll probably come get me. I’m just gonna make sure he doesn’t call the police or anyone” you promised as you got up and left the garage

You needed to be alone to write to your adoptive father: “Hey dad, are you feeling better? I didn’t really have anywhere to go so I went back to Ambrose. Everyone is very nice to me and Bo is inviting you over (so please don’t call the police, they really didn’t do anything wrong!). Will you bring me back home?”

The answer was almost instantaneous: “Yes, I will. I won’t call the police because I shouldn’t have asked you to go away in the first place. Love you, I’m sorry for everything”

You were relieved, knowing he wouldn’t be lying to you, not after what happened, not when he had failed his mission of taking care of you.

You came back home and settled at the kitchen table, thinking about what to do next. You didn’t want to leave Ambrose but you wouldn’t be allowed to stay here. You tried to busy yourself on some silly games on your phone but soon enough you grew bored. You were feeling quite upset as well. For the first time in weeks, you wanted to kill someone. You needed to express yourself in another way than sculpting or drawing. You needed to take out your frustration on someone, but there was no one to kill here.

Vincent opened the basement door, in need of some water when he saw you. He quickly saw you weren’t your usual happy self. He put an hand on your shoulder for you to look up at him before signing:

“What’s wrong?”

“My adoptive father will come get me. I think he should be here tonight” you replied

“Do you want to go?” Vincent tilted his head to the head, you quickly shook your head

“No, but I can’t really do anything about it”

You could tell that Vincent wanted to say something but didn’t dare and he simply sadly nodded his head at you.

“How about we make something together? Would it cheer you up?” he offered, which made you smile

“I’d love to”

As you focused on the art you were making with Vincent, you forgot about your adoptive father and you forgot about the time. Your need to kill quietened down, but was still there, waiting for you to be on your own to eat you up alive once again.

You were about to finish a sculpture of Jonesy you intended to offer to Lester, when you heard two vehicles coming into Ambrose. You looked at the window, but didn’t recognise your adoptive father’s car. There were lost “tourists” who were following behind Lester’s truck. Vincent tensed and looked at the clock before asking you:

“When do you think your adoptive father will come here?”

“I’m not sure, soon I guess” you shrugged but you saw the panic rising into Vincent’s eye

“Alright. I let you finish the sculpture without me. We have work to do. Stay here, please.” Vincent replied

“What work?” you frowned

“Promise me you will stay here” Vincent asked, firmly signing each work. You understood he was pretty serious about it

“Of course, I promise you, uncle” you finally replied as you sat back down and watched Vincent leave the room and go back into the basement.

You were about to go back to your sculpture when you heard people violently arguing. The “tourists” didn’t seem to be too happy with Bo. Lester was quick to intervene as well. You watched the scene of a man pushing Lester to the ground, and Bo hitting the said man. Your eyes widened at such a display of violence. You nibbled on your bottom lip. Were your family killers, or was it just bad people disrupting the peace of Ambrose?

You saw that things were getting pretty rough between the three tourists and your father and uncle. You wondered where Vincent was, and almost got into the basement to look for him… Until you saw your adoptive father’s car coming into view. He really couldn’t have arrived at the worst moment. He stopped in front of the garage and tried to put himself between Bo and the man, and to appease the situation. Bo asked him to go away, you guessed, according to his gestures. And your adoptive father refused.

You were too far away to see everything, and even more when they seemed to come more into Bo’s garage. You just knew that at some point someone screamed. Two tourists ran away, Lester ran after them with what seemed like a knife, and Bo was covered in blood. You had to stop yourself from leaving the house. You wanted to help, and you wanted to be the one covered in blood. However, you never broke a promise you made to your family before, so you had to be better, you had to stay inside. You didn’t know where your adoptive father was anymore and you grew worried. How could things go so badly after such happy weeks in Ambrose?

Bo grabbed a rifle and was about to go after the tourists when he received a massive hit on the head from behind and fell on the ground. You saw your adoptive father with some mechanic tool in his hands.

You couldn’t stop yourself this time. You took the gun Bo was hiding under his armchair and ran to the garage. You had to stop them, you had to do something about it. You couldn’t scream or you would have. Your legs brought you in front of the two men with such speed, as the adrenaline was pumping into your veins. Before you knew it, you aimed at them.

Your adoptive father who was ready to hit Bo stopped his movement as he noticed you and he brought his hands in front of him. Bo was still on the ground, pretty disoriented by the hit he received on the head. He looked up and saw you. You had never looked so much like a Sinclair before. He knew you were his daughter then; he wouldn’t even be disappointed if you decided to kill him.

You were perfect.

“What are you doing? Shoot him, shoot him! He killed the guy, and he wants to kill us all. Your mother was right, they are murderers!” you adoptive father yelled as you eyes moved between him and Bo

“I won’t hurt ya, baby” Bo whispered to you “Everythin’s alright” he continued, trying to sooth you. And one thing was certain, you wouldn’t stand to never hear him talking to you like that anymore.

You looked back at your adoptive father, tears in your eyes. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were about what you were going to do, about what you did to his wife, but with the gun in your hands, you couldn’t.

You shooted and closed your eyes. His body loudly fell to the ground and you shivered. You looked down at Bo and helped him to get up.

He quickly hugged you before gently rocking you, so you could calm down. You didn’t cry in his embrace, you felt at peace. You felt like everything was as it always should have been.

“Ya alright?” Bo whispered to you as he cupped your face into his bloody hands. You nodded and sniffed.

Screams resonated from the House of Wax and you moved from Bo. You were ready to help, you were ready to kill some more but Bo grabbed your wrist. He softly took the gun from you and kissed the palm of your hand.

“Don’t worry, baby. Les and Vince are taking care of the two others. Ya can rest now. Ya did amazin’. Ya saved me, ya saved the family” he hummed, pride shining into his eyes. “Told ya everythin’ was gonna be alright,” he added as he brought you back against him once again.

You couldn’t fully relax, not knowing if your uncles were doing alright. You kept your face towards the House of Wax, waiting for them. Soon enough, you saw them pulling two bodies out of the museum and you felt the adrenaline leaving you.

“I need to sit down” you signed to your dad who quickly nodded. He opened Lester’s truck and sat you down at the passenger seat, as it was the most comfy place he could offer for the moment. He didn’t want you to see the body of your adoptive father either.

“Stay here, I’ll be back soon” he murmured. He needed to let his brothers know about what happened. 

Soon enough, they were all around you. You quickly scanned them, to make sure they were unharmed. They didn’t really know what to tell you. They were happy, of course, but they weren’t too sure how you were feeling. You killed the man who raised you for years, after all.

Truth to be told, you used to feel guilty because of the death of his wife that was driving him crazy, but now they were back together. You felt free. You felt ready to kill again, to kill for the family business.

“Bo told us ya did the right thin’” Lester told you and you gave him a soft smile “Feelin’ all good?” he asked and you nodded.

“You don’t have to feel bad for having… killed him, you know. You protected your real father, you protected us. You did what you had to do” Vincent signed to you, even if Bo and Lester weren’t too sure that reminding you you killed him was a good idea. To their surprise, you relaxed into the seat and nodded again.

“I am a Sinclair” you said in a rough voice you hadn’t used in years.

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[charliedawn]

How would the Slashers react when their nice nurse introduces her boyfriend to them who build like Henry Cavill kind of shi? Charming and all, he's a real a gentleman too. But the problem is, they have feelings for her...and I'd like to know how they feel and deal with it. I just like a little bit of jealousy, y'know 🥲

You had warned your boyfriend of the very special circumstances of your job just before inviting him to see your place of work. True. It wasn't the ideal place for a romantic date, but he would have eventually figured it out. You were absent most of the day because the job was time-consuming and he had insisted on being a part of both worlds.

But, you still decided to warn him before entering the grounds of the facility.

"Are you sure about this ? You really don't have to."

But, your boyfriend smiled and took your hands before replying confidently.

"Hey. Believe me. Whatever they throw at me. I can take it."

You weren't exactly as certain as him, but he seemed so sure of himself that you could only believe him.

"Yeah...Alright. Just...stay next to me.", you instructed him and he chuckled before nodding in agreement.

"Alright. I will. I promise."

Bo and Vincent :

Bo was working on one of the hospital trucks as a sort of community service when he saw the both of you enter. He frowned at the way you were holding hands and it then occured to him that you had never said if you were single or not. The grip on his tool tightened perceptibly and his eyes darkened. He didn't notice when the car he was working on suddenly collapsed on his arm and he howled.

"MOTHERFUCK—!"

He tried to move, but his arm was stuck and you were alerted by the curse. You ran to him and tried to move the car, but couldn't. However, H/N came in and helped you. You finally succeeded in lifting the car just enough time for someone else to pull Bo out from underneath the car.

When it was done, you bandaged Bo's arm and he tsskd.

"It's nothin'. Barely a graze..."

You shot him such a dark glare that he immediately shut up.

"A graze ? Don't play stupid. Your arm was almost ripped off, Bo."

He let out a light groan as you tightened the bandage and his eyes then settled on the man standing a few feet behind you.

"...So, that's your boyfriend, heh ?"

H/N waved at the both of you with a kind smile and somehow, the fact that this ass-kisser looking four-eyed dunce had helped him unnerved Bo. You smiled tenderly at your boyfriend and nodded.

"Yes. The best."

Bo shouldn't feel his heart squeeze at the loving gaze you addressed H/N. He knew he was probably a good guy, better than him anyway...But, he couldn't help himself. He got up and left, ignoring the quizzical glance you gave him. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stand it. But then, Vince arrived.

What happened ?, Vince asked in sign language as he saw his bandaged arm—but Bo ignored him. Vince then tried to get a look at the wound, but Bo pulled away instinctively.

"Nothing. Fuck off, Vince."

Vince waited a second or two before trying to look at the bandage again and Bo snapped.

"I SAID FUCK OFF, VINCE !"

Bo had never yelled at Vincent before and you all seemed shocked at his outburst. But, before you could say anything—he was gone.

It wasn't until he was in his room that he let go and screamed. It was too much. He didn't want to feel anything...He threw various objects at the wall that smashed or bursted into pieces. He failed to hear when Vince entered, not until he felt his arms wrap themselves around his middle part from behind.

It was always like that when they were little. He would have tantrums and Vince would come to calm him down. But, it didn't feel like anything he's ever felt before...It burned.

And for the first time since they were born, Bo cried. He leant back into Vince's embrace and started crying.

"Fuck off, Vince...Please." But it wasn't a real request and they both knew it. His voice had never sounded so pathetic. Vincent tightened his hold on Bo and ignored his own struggle. He knew who was the man who had been standing next to you. And he knew how he felt about it. But, Bo was the one in distress, and he would always put his emotions and feelings first. No matter what. Because that's what bros did...right ?

They took care of each other.

Inside the hospital :

Freddy and Jack :

When you and H/N reached the main hall, you could see Freddy and Jack together—playing cards. They raised their heads from the game when you came in and Freddy smirked as he saw your boyfriend.

"Well well...How nice. Fresh meat."

"Freddy. Behave.", you warned him. But Freddy still had his eyes on your boyfriend with a predatory look in his face.

"Who is the newbie, nurse ?", Jack asked and you turned towards him with a smile.

"My boyfriend. H/N."

Suddenly, Freddy's smile faltered and Jack's eyes widened as his smile turned fake.

“…Wow. Aren’t you just the perfect match ?”, he said while eyeing the both of you with a an ironic smile. Your boyfriend was eye-catching and you both formed a good couple, but it didn't mean the slashers didn't feel jealous. They all thought they stood a chance, but it seemed it was all just wishful thinking...

"Ever heard of threesomes, pretty boy ?", Freddy tried—but one look from you and he already knew the answer to that one.

"What ? Don't look so mad, beautiful. Asking for a friend.", he lied and winked cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes before leading H/N away. It was best to move on. Once you were gone, both Jack add Freddy seemed to lose their playful attitude and Jack sighed before pulling out a bottle of whiskey he had been saving for a rainy day.

"Booze ?", he offered Freddy who sighed before nodding in agreement.

"Booze."

It wasn't like they hadn't expected it. Even if you weren't taken—and by some miracle you'd be interested in dating one of the slashers—those two know they'd be at the end of that list. They had no illusion, hence couldn't be disappointed.

But still, a tiny part of them had hoped.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason seemed a little dumbfounded when they met and he stayed in retreat. He didn't know what to make of him and they didn't talk until H/N decided to go and have a walk near the pond. It was Jason's territory and he was about to do something about it when H/N smiled at him.

"Hey. You must be Jason. Nice to meet you."

He looked at his outstretched hand and warm smile and remembered the first time he met you. You had had the exact same smile and kindness radiating from you. It made his want to see the man drowning in a pool of blood lower significantly.

He left his axe in the grass and wordlessly sat down near the pound.

"So...You like frogs ?", H/N asked before sitting down next to him and Jason smiled before nodding. He looked at the green creatures jumping up and down in joy, swallowing flies as they went and it made Jason happy.

H/N understood and smiled too.

"You know...I used to have a lot of those around the cabin my family and I grew up in."

"..."

"My name is H/N by the way."

"..."

H/N quickly understood that Jason wasn't of the talking type and smiled before surprising him with sign language.

'My. Name. Is. H/N.' , he signed each word carefully and Jason shyly replied.

Jason.

It wasn't a lot, but coming from Jason ? It was progress. You smiled as you saw the both of them bonding and were happy to find one person who actually made the effort.

However, when Jason noticed you...His smile vanished and he suddenly stormed off. You frowned as it seemed your presence had disturbed whatever progress the both of them had made. You sighed and went to see H/N who seemed as surprised as you at the sudden change in demeanor.

"He'll come back.", you tried to reassure him—but H/N didn't seem worried as he kissed the back of your hand lovingly.

"Sure. At least, I actually got to have a conversation with one. Well...A short one. But, a conversation nonetheless."

You were unaware of the silent witness watching you from the shadows...Penny growled lowly in annoyance to himself as he saw the display of affection and shook his head before returning inside.

Now he understood why you had seemed not to actually link to him the way he wanted you to. You were in love. And not with him.

Penny and Pennywise :

He decided to eat his feelings. Literally.

He found a guard and before anyone could stop him—he pounced on him and started tearing him apart.

Pennywise found him and his eyes widened as he saw the carnage. It wasn't the carnage in itself that surprised him, but the fact that Penny hadn't asked him to join in.

"Hey, champ. How is it going ?"

Penny didn't answer. Pennywise expected it and sighed before crouching next to him and they stayed in silence until Penny had finished his 'meal'. He then wiped his mouth and his eyes glowed ominously.

"He must DIE."

Pennywise waited for him to elaborate—but he didn't. Instead, the other being cackled to himself while thinking of all the ways he was going to kill the...INSECT ! Pennywise had never been one to worry about Penny before—about anyone really. But, he had never seen Penny like this since the Loser club.

"Penny. Stay calm.", he instructed—but Penny wasn't in a listening mood.

"I'LL DEVOUR HIM ! HOW DARE HE ?! HOW DARE HE TRY TO TAKE HER AWAY !", he snarled and Pennywise bit his inner cheek. Shit.

That wasn't good. If he kept going, he would set the alarms on and this whole place would be in lock down for weeks—maybe months. And he really didn't want to be trapped in his cage again.

"Okay, bucko. Let's see...Tell me. What's going on ?", he tried to engage Penny in the conversation. But, it seemed that Penny was already pissed off way beyond stopping.

"THE NURSE HAS A MATE ! A PUNY LITTLE MORTAL ! A NOTHING ! UNWORTHY ! SOILED ! PESKY AND DUMB !"

It would be a lie if Pennywise didn't say the news left him completely unaffected. He knew how all the slashers were attached to you—including himself. But, it wasn't the time to sympathize, it was the time for cold harsh truth.

"And ?"

Penny's eyes widened and he slowly turned around to face his brother who still had this amused expression on his face—as if he didn't understand the situation.

"...And ?", he repeated—dumbfounded. Pennywise sighed and shrugged.

"Why does it matter ? Matter-of-fact, why do YOU care ?"

Penny stayed silent before gritting his teeth at Pennywise—knowing he had just fell into a sort of mind trap of his. He suddenly shoved his brother against a wall and growled lowly.

"Careful, brother. I refuse to be toyed with."

Pennywise didn't seem scared as he leaned forward and grinned.

"We are monsters, Penny. Unkillable. Unable to feel. Unable to love. Now, tell me...Why does it bother you ? The nurse is human. They'll love. They'll die. Humans all do eventually. So, tell me. Why do YOU care ?!"

Penny's expression turned sour and Pennywise thought he would actually bite his head off, but Penny released him. He took a couple of steps back and finally confessed begrudgingly.

"Because it hurts...", he pointed to his own chest. "Here."

Pennywise followed Penny's finger and he frowned before sighing.

"Don't be dumb. It'll pass."

Penny stayed silent for a while before asking knowingly.

"...Did it go away for you ?"

He could pretend he had no idea of what he was talking about, but he couldn't deny that his own heart had softened around you as well.

"...Yes.", Pennywise lied. He couldn't tell his little brother that even creatures such as themselves could fall in love. He couldn't tell him that they could suffer through loss and heartbreak.

He preferred to lie. Lying hurt less.

Michael and Brahms:

News of Y/N's new boyfriend traveled all around the hospital and it eventually ended in the ears of the only slasher traveling through the walls (walls you had asked to be made into safe tunnels for Brahms who preferred to stay out of sight). Brahms froze as he heard and even though he didn't want to believe it at first, he couldn't deny it when he saw the both of you walking around—hand in hand.

"Y/N really...has a boyfriend ?", he realized and felt himself grow upset. No...Nononono...

She belonged to the slashers. She didn't have a life outside of those walls. She couldn't. She wouldn't...He punched the wall in front of him so hard that it left a hole.

You heard it and turned around to find Brahms standing there. His chest heaving up and down heavily and you could see that he was mad at you for something.

H/N instinctively shielded you and Brahms glared at him. You tried to explain to H/N that it was alright and that Brahms wouldn't hurt you. But, before you could—Michael entered the room.

He first looked at you and your boyfriend, then at Brahms. He could feel the tension in the air and knew that one more misdemeanor from the young slasher and he would be sent back to the pit.

It was in the left wing, a dark and cold place with little light or air to breathe. And even though Brahms wasn't claustrophobic, he couldn't handle being locked up—unable to move. Michael remembered the last time he was there...It was torture.

So, Michael ignored you and H/N and took the younger slasher in his arms. Brahms stilled for a moment before trying to get away. He screamed and desperately tried to escape his grip, but Michael didn't let go.

"LET GO ! It's...not fair !", he cried out.

Michael tightened his hold of him and he eyed the door significantly to you both. You understood the message and lead H/N outside.

Once you were both out, Michael removed his mask and forced the younger slasher to look him in the eyes. They didn't need words to communicate and Brahms immediately stopped crying. They both stared at each other and Brahms realized that it was the first time he had seen Michael without his mask. He was taken aback by his gentle eyes and it somehow soothed Brahms. He felt like he understood and Brahms repeated.

"It's...not fair."

Michael held him tight and even though he understood Brahms' feelings, he decided to ignore it for now.

Brahms needed comfort and unlike Michael, the boy couldn't control his emotions. He was the youngest of all the slashers, while Michael was the oldest. It was Brahms second heartbreak after Greta. Michael had stopped counting after a while...

"It's...not fair.", he finally agreed with his own voice and Brahms broke into sobs.

It wasn't fair that they were slashers.

It wasn't fair that they'd live long after you.

And it wasn't fair that they'd get attached, but would never be happy.

No. It wasn't fair.

But, Michael would make sure to teach them.

He would teach them how not to feel.

They would learn.

They all did eventually.

Outside the hospital :

Norman Bates :

Norman was waiting for you and you smiled at him.

"Hello, uncle."

He greeted you back and even shook your boyfriend's hand, but his handshake was brief and almost cold. You then realized you had forgotten your phone inside and told them you'd go grab it.

The moment you were back inside, Norman's smile fell and he glared at your boyfriend.

"You may have fooled the others. But, you didn't fool me. I see clear in your game."

Your boyfriend looked at Norman quizzically.

"What game ? I am not playing any game, Mr. Bates."

Norman huffed a humorless laugh before taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

"Oh, really ? And you decided to visit the hospital where she's working because of course you didn't know that the slashers would react badly ? Pass them for true monsters in her eyes ?"

H/N seemed dumbfounded for a moment before he frowned and shook his head.

"You got me all wrong, sir. I love Y/N. Always have. Always will. And I genuinely wanted to meet her patients because I am interested in her. Nothing else."

He looked genuine, but Norman refused to believe it. He crossed his arms over his chest and a shadow covered his eyes for a moment.

"You won't take her away from us.", he told him and H/N sighed before replying.

"You must understand. I didn't force Y/N into anything. She loves me. She chose me. And no matter what you say, it won't change that."

"...What if I kill you ?", he shot back and H/N's eyes widened at the threat. You had always talked of your uncle with such utmost respect, he thought he ought to feel the same. But, what he saw in front of him was not the darling and sweet uncle you had described to him.

"Y/N would know.", he answered and Norman chuckled darkly.

"She's a big girl. She'd be sad of course. But, that's why she would have her loving uncle to look after her."

H/N felt afraid for the first time today. He had spent the entire day with slashers in a mental hospital. Murderers. Cannibals...But, it wasn't until he met him and his eyes crossed Norman's that he truly felt scared. Because instead of being inside, the only true danger to his love was here. Outside. Free as a bird. And it scared him to no end.

"The only monster I saw today is standing right in front of me. The other slashers understood to let Y/N have her happiness. But you...You refuse to let go."

"I love her. She is my family.", he told him. However, Norman didn't expect your boyfriend's answer as his brow furrowed and he suddenly decided to stand tall in front of him. He then openly accused him.

"No. She's your prisoner. You are so afraid you are going to lose her that you won't let anyone else close to her. Don't you see ? You're so afraid she might leave forever that you're ready to kill me. So, she may never be happy. Just so you may be. You're selfish. And I feel so sorry for you. Because you may pretend that you love her all you want, but I see you. You don't love her, because you don't know how to love."

Norman's eyes widened and for once, he was speechless. He opened his mouth, but you got out just at that moment and smiled as you saw the two men so close to each other.

"Aww...You finally bounded !", you exclaimed enthusiastically before locking your arms around your boyfriend's. Norman saw it and felt as if a lock had been closed on his heart.

"Come on, darling. Let's go.", your boyfriend said and lead you away.

Norman stayed behind and saw the two of you walk away with gritted teeth. He wanted to cry. He wanted to protest. He wanted to shout.

DON'T LEAVE ME ! PLEASE ! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ! STAY ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU !

But, he didn't. He smiled and waved the both of you goodbye as your car drove past him. It wasn't until you were well out of view that he let his true colors show. His jaw twitched and he let out a deep sigh before turning towards the hospital. He was supposed to visit the slashers today for their "rehabilitation session"...He smirked and giggled darkly to himself.

The session would go a little differently today.

...

"How to escape a highly-secured hospital to go on a murder rampage ?" or as Freddy would elegantly call it "Fuck rehabilitation. Go psycho."

[snorky]

You Got That Kinda Lovin' That Can Be So Smooth

Hey y’all! I hope you enjoy this fic I wrote! Keep in mind that it is a work of fiction and that it isn’t a depiction of any of the characters mentioned. Hope it’s sweet and fluffy enough for y’all! The title is from a lyric in  “Smooth” by Santana. Good song check it out. Also Dunner is just <3

Pairing: Vince Dunn x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption (of legal age)

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The crowded and noisy bar was not the place to be on a Friday night after a long, tiring day of work. Bodies pressed up one another to the music, the stench of alcohol and booze lingering in the air, loud talking over one another. It was a recipe for a headache. Unfortunately, to her friends, a night out at the bar was a great idea. And so, she ordered a fruity, colorful drink to hopefully distract her.

Minutes passed by, and the drink was forgotten, half-empty and sitting on the bar counter next to her. She swirled the tiny umbrella around the glass, hoping to come up with an excuse to tell her friends why she left early. Her mind sat blank, thinking that just disappearing would cause her friends to panic, and saying that she wants to go home is too straight-forward and a bit rude.

A sigh fell from her mouth as she looked up from her drink, looking around the bar for her friends, hoping that they at least enjoyed their night. It was difficult to spot her friends through the crowd of people in the darkened bar, so after a few minutes of searching and to no avail, she gave up.

She looked at her drink, seeing the mixture of yellow pineapple juice and some alcohol swirl against the ice cubes, before deciding to finish the rest of it. It tasted tangy and sweet on her tongue, the cool liquid helping her calm her nerves for a bit. 

After a while, the effects of the drink kicked in, the music was a lot less of a headache to deal with, and the crowd of bodies dancing seemed tempting. Everything seemed more tolerable. Maybe all she needed to do was let loose, and enjoy the night with dancing and drinks. 

And so she got up off of the barstool and started walking to the dance floor. She felt a bit more confident now that she wasn’t feeling so tired. Music in the air was livelier than before, the beat of it thumping in her chest, and the crowd kept moving along to it. 

She moved to the music, becoming lost in her own world for a bit, enjoying how happy she felt at the moment. The melody seemed to dance in the air and around her, a swirling magic of notes. A smile grew on her face as she swayed in the crowd, feeling confident and not caring what others think.

As she looked up, her eyes met someone, his soft curls sticking to his forehead, his eyes full of laughter, and his lips turning into a smile when his friends told him a joke. He looked like an Ancient Greek sculpture with his strong, and yet gentle blushed cheeks that could be seen in the dim bar lighting.

He took a sip of his drink before setting it down, telling something to his friends, and started making his way over to her. She noticed the way the dark t-shirt hugged his body, how his lips looked so soft, how his eyes seemed to shine even in the dark. When he approached her, she noticed that he smelled like sweet rosewood, and the faint scent of the beer he had earlier lingered on him.

He smiled before speaking to her, his lips moved, but it was impossible to hear him over the loud music in the bar.

“I’m really sorry but I can’t hear you!” she shouted.

He paused for a second before bending down near her ear and spoke, “Should we go somewhere quieter?”

She nodded her head and they both made their way out of the bar, the fresh cool air smooth on their skin. It was much more quiet and calm outside of the bar, but the adrenaline was still coursing through their veins.

“Hey, it’s nice to actually hear you know,” he laughed. His voice was a lot more gentle than she expected, and his laugh was adorable. Warmth radiated off of him in the cooler air, and it was tempting for her to not lean closer to him. 

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “What’s your name?” 

“Vince.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

She took his hand and shook it, noticing how warm it was compared to the cool air. “Nice to meet you Vince, you’re really pretty by the way,” she blurted out.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

His lips curled into a shy smile before he started laughing softly, “Thanks, you’re really stunning,”

A gentle blush rose to her face, lightly dusting her cheeks with pink. The fairy-lights that hung outside the bar glowed softly against the walls and the surroundings. “How is your night going?” she asked politely.

“My night is going pretty well,” he said. “Had some drinks with some friends while catching up, met a gorgeous girl who was dancing tonight,” he smirked at the last bit. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’ve had a pretty fun night.” She responded.

“Yeah? Tell me about it,” he grinned.

“Well first I had a drink, Pineapple Mint Caipirinha. Didn’t enjoy it at first but it started tasting good after a while,” 

“Sounds fancy,”

“It’s nothing too crazy.” She shrugged. “If you want I can get you it,”

“Whew, trying to buy me drinks now, miss?” he laughed. “It’s alright you don’t have to, it’s stuffed in there, so we don’t have to go back in.”

“Yeah, I’m going to have to agree with you.”

He nodded his head before speaking again, “Back to the question, anything else fun that you did tonight?” His eyes looked at hers, noticing how the tension between them grew a little.

“After the drinks I started enjoying the night more, danced around for a bit, enjoying the music,” she paused as she turned to face him, her hands trailing up his arms lightly, “met a handsomely fine man,” she went on.

His breath hitched for a bit, getting caught in his throat, and he leaned into her touch. “Yeah?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Anything else fun you did?” He set his hands on her hips gently, making sure that she was comfortable.

“Nope. But I’d be down for more dancing tonight if you are,” she smiled.

He smiled back and let them both linger in the peaceful silence between them, hearing the occasional car pass by down the street, and the patrons of the bar walking out into the night. Music gently flowed out of the bar from the open door, a gentle hum of the melody could be heard.

“May I have this dance then?” His voice is soft and his eyes sweet. The small light hanging outside of the bar casted a glow behind him, giving him a halo around his head. He looked beyond angelic, and the way he smiled added more to it.

She nodded her head, smiling again once her eyes met his, and they started swaying softly to the music. He held her tenderly, almost as if he was afraid she’d slip out of his hands if he wasn’t careful.

He drifted his hands up to hers, and spun her around, making her let out a laugh that filled the quiet air with sweetness. It was like a never-ending moment between the both of them, their smiles making each other swell with happiness, the warmth in each others’ grasp radiating into the crisp night air.

“Gosh, you’re so gorgeous right now, so pretty since I’ve met you,” he whispered.

“Can say the same about you Vince, you look angelic.” She brushed a stray curl that fell out of place back, noticing the flustered look in his face as her hands gently touched his cheekbones. 

He leaned in closer to her, his breath fluttering against her lips. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes please.”

And with that, his lips pressed against hers delicately, closing the space between the two of them. It was a soft, gentle kiss that seemed to last a minute, despite only lasting for a few seconds. They both pulled back for a brief moment, their eyes full of adoration, before they kissed each other again.

The glow of the street-lights looked like little stars dancing around the both of them, a fairy-tale moment almost. When they pulled back once again, they started laughing like two teenagers who just fell in love for the first time.

“You’re so, so lovely,” he spoke softly, his thumbs rubbing circles on her hips. His face and neck were flushed with red, and his smile was bright.

“And so are you,” she said as she pressed a small kiss to his rosy cheek.

Her phone started to ring, the display showing her friend’s name on the screen and she picked up. She let her friends know that she was doing okay and that she was just outside getting some fresh air. Her friends had already left the bar a while back, making her realize how late it was.

Her friend hung up and they both stood there outside of the bar, not wanting the night to come to an end. It was quiet now, the city was starting to sleep, and it became evident that she was as well. She yawned, followed by Vince also yawning, making the both of them laugh.

“Hey Vince? I’m really sorry but I have to end the night.” Disappointment laced her voice. “It’s getting late and I’m a bit sleepy, I had a fun night with you though.”

“Oh no worries, I understand. Do you want me to walk you home, or can you make it home safely on your own?” he asked. It was a simple gesture, but it was extremely thoughtful of him.

“I can get home safely Vince, don’t worry.” She smiled.

“That’s good to hear, but can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead,”

“Can I get your number? I just really enjoyed the night with you and I’d like to do it again sometime,” he asked nervously.

“Sure,” she responded. “I enjoyed the night as well and I was hoping we could spend more time together,”

He smiled again at her words, appreciating every bit of it. They exchanged numbers before he proposed an idea.

“Can you stand there and smile for me?” he asked, holding his phone up. She did as he said, giving him a big smile as he snapped a photo for the contact image. His heart warmed at the sight of her smile

“Your turn, Vince.” She held her phone up, capturing an image of him with a large grin, his eyes caught mid-blink. She laughed as she selected that image for his contact, knowing that she wouldn’t regret it.

They said their good-byes and as she was walking away, he shouted out to her, “Let me know when you get home safely!” making her feel warm at the gesture. 

As she walked away down the street, she felt happy and warm about her night, appreciating how it wasn’t so bad of an idea to go out with her friends. She kept a mental note to herself to thank her friends the next morning for the fun and eventful night.

When she arrived at her home, her shoes discarded to the side, and her bag on a hook near her door, she laid down on her couch and texted Vince about her arrival at her home.

Made it home! 

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Yippie! - Vince

She laughed at his text, finding it hilarious how just one word from him could’ve made her light up with joy like that. After a couple of minutes, she got off of the couch and started making her way to her room, getting ready to go to bed after the long night.

Before she fell asleep, she sent him one more text.

Goodnight, and sweet dreams <3

You too, sweetheart <3 - Vince

[hockeyboysimagines]

F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 4

Warnings: Sex, implied sex, talks of sex, alcohol, language.

Hello friends! Here is chapter 4. Sorry for the delay. As I said in the chapter I just posted for Sway I’ve had a ton going on. Hope this is worth the wait!

Enjoy🤍

“Hey Josie.” Vince called from his living room “Are you ready? We have to leave like…10 minutes ago.”

“Yeah I’m coming!” She called.

“You did that last night already!”

“Vince!” She yelled from the bathroom.

He giggled and stuffed his feet into shoes, grabbing his keys from the table next to the door. He was having the time of his life.

She had made good on the phone sex and dirty texting multiple times over last night, until the early hours, which was part of why they were running late today. He also might have caused a distraction in the shower, but that was a minor detail.

He had some autograph signing thing that would kickstart the celebrations for the week, and he was planning to meet up with friends for drinks later on. He was so excited to show her off to everyone, if they ever got there.

He heard her shuffling and then coming down the steps and turned the corner.

He paused and smiled “Damn.” He said giving her an appreciative once over “You look hot.”

“Really?!” She asked brightly, glancing down at her dress “It’s not too dressy or boring?”

It was pale green, falling mid thigh, with a floral pattern on it, paired with black wedges. Her long hair was loose and wavy, and he almost considered taking her right back upstairs. But then he remembered this week was not only about him, but the community as well.

“Not at all. Oof. You’re in for it later.”

She blushed and waved him off, taking his extended hand and they made their way to the car. The sun was shining down on them, a beautiful perfect day to start a beautiful perfect week.

“Where are we going exactly?” She asked from the passenger seat, turning to put her purse in the back. He smiled a little at how comfortable and natural she looked in his passenger seat before he answered.

“I have an autograph signing.” He said, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of his driveway.

“Ooooooh. An autograph signing? Fancy.” She said side eyeing him “How many body parts do you think you’ll sign?”

He rolled his eyes and nudged his chin at her “I can think of one I’d like to sign later.”

“No I don’t think so. The pen is way too big.”

He burst out laughing and shook his head “Okay you win. So how was your first official day in Canada?”

“It was good. I spent most of it with this hot guy.”

“And how was your first official night in Canada?”

“Average.”

He gasped and reached over grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. She screamed and slapped his arm “I’m kidding! I’m kidding sheesh.”

“Okay so let’s try that again.”

“My first official night in Canada was amazing.”

“Better. Just means I’m gonna have to one up myself tonight.”

She chuckled and watched the Canadian countryside zoom past outside. She was having so much fun and it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. Being here, although in a country she’d never been to with people she didn’t know, felt so normal, like she’d been here before. She wasn’t nervous, or awkward or anything like that. She felt at peace.

It was so nice.

“So when does the cup actually get here?”

“Friday. That’s when the fun begins.” He waggled his eyebrows “And there’s a ton happening that day. Are you excited?”

“Me? Are you excited? It’s your big day.”

Josie didn’t know Vince when he won the cup. She hadn’t seen the game, watched the moment, or even knew anything about how he and the team had gotten to that point. But what she did know was that if anyone deserved this week, it was him.

“Of course im excited, but i want you to be having fun too.”

“I’m just happy to be here and watch you do your thing.” She said, smiling widely and reaching forward to squeeze his hand.

Josie spent most of the signing hanging out behind him with his mom. She’d been friendly the day before, but she could tell her guard had been up and with good reason. Vince was a highly successful professional athlete, who had a lot at stake in life. She didn’t blame his mom for being wary at first.

But now she had truly warmed up and they were talking and laughing like old friends.

“What are you telling her back there, because whatever it is you can be sure it’s a lie.” He called over his shoulder.

“Most of it sounds pretty on brand.” Josie said smiling at him “So I’m inclined to believe her.”

He made a face and turned back around, but the thought of her being close with his mom brought a small smile to his face that stayed there the rest of the afternoon.

As the line wound down, and the last few pictures had been taken Vince turned to her and waved her forward. When she reached him he gestured to a lady he’d been talking with.

“Josie, this is my mom’s friend, Sheri.”

Josie reached forward to shake her extended hand “Hello. Nice to meet you.”

“And this is your-?” Sheri asked, looked at Vince expectantly as she let go of Josie’s hand.

“This is my girlfriend.” He said simply with a smile, hand on the small of her back as he gave her a gentle push forward so she could shake the woman hand.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND.

The word made Josie want to jump for joy, scream, ugly cry and kiss his socks right off but then she remembered they were in public so she just smiled, feeling a redness come to her cheeks. They chatted with for a minute when Vince’s mom called her name and Sheri walked away.

Josie turned slowly to look at him “Girlfriend?” She asked quietly.

“Is that okay? I didn’t really know what else to call this.” He gave a small laugh.

“I mean-yeah. It’s okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you, but we’ve already been on the cover of one newspaper.”

She giggled and smiled at him “You can make it up to me later.” She waggled her eyebrows and he gave her waist a small squeeze.

**********

“So you’re here with Vince?”

Josie turned to find a dark haired girl standing next to her and frowned a little, leaning away from her.

The day had gone great. Better than great. She’d had so much fun watching him do his thing and interact with members of his community. She’d also really enjoyed being introduced as his girlfriend.

They’d met up with a few friends of his that she hadn’t met yet for drinks at what Vince called “The best bar in Lindsey” and it was still great.

“Uh, yeah?” She looked across the bar at Vince, but he was absorbed in a conversation and didn’t seem to notice. She looked back at the girl who was staring at her, one hand braced on the bar top.

“You must be his new fling of the week.” She said off handedly, glancing at her and then over her shoulder where he was standing.

Josie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wasn’t a confrontational person, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene in front of his friends in a country she was visiting, but she wanted nothing more than to back hand her. The smug smile on her face had sparked an irrational rage that Josie wasn’t sure she’d even had in her before today.

“What are you talking about?” The question came out more rude than she’d anticipated but it didn’t seem to phase whatever her name was.

“This week it’s you, last week it was someone else, and next week it’ll be- hi Vince.”

Josie looked behind her to find Vince was there, frowning at the girl she was about to beat up.

“I was just talking to your new girlfriend of the week here and I-“

“Yeah well stop talking to her.” He turned Josie abruptly, and steered her across the room and out the front door of the bar.

She waited until they were some feet away until she said very quietly “Who was that?”

“Just a girl I know is all.”

She stopped walking, which caused him to stop and she crossed her arms, head turned to the side “Wanna try that again? But with an actual answer this time.”

He sighed “I hung out with her one time at a party last summer. Nothing happened, she wanted more and I just didn’t see her that way and she’s been dragging my name through the mud since then. She does this every time she sees me out with anyone.”

“I see. She said there was another me last week? Is that true?”

Vince’s mouth fell open and he looked back at the bar in outrage before he turned back to her “She said that? Josie I swear, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. I can’t believe-“

“If you have been it’s okay. I wasn’t your girlfriend so I can’t really get mad.”

It was true. She hadn’t been his girlfriend last week so he was able to do whatever he wanted. But it didn’t mean it would hurt any less if he had.

“I swear to you. I am not talking or hooking up with anyone else. And fuck her for saying that to you.” He gripped her hand “You believe me right?”

She stared at him for a few minutes. She did, she didn’t think he’d fly her out here if he was hooking up with girls at home, but her guard with him was up a little for the first time. It had definitely brought down her mood, and made her feel a little bit weird about the whole thing.

“Josie?”

“I-I believe you. But why would she say that?”

“You don’t believe me I can see it all over your face. She’s jealous obviously.”

“Jealous of who? Me?”

He rolled his eyes “Of COURSE she’s jealous of you. Your beautiful and smart, and your here with me and she isn’t.”

She shrugged and looked at his hand, which was still holding hers. He gave it a squeeze.

“I promise you. There’s no one else.”

Josie pursed her lips and looked at him “Okay. I believe you.”

He glanced over her head and then around the street. It was empty and then he smiled.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” She asked as he tugged her along by the hand.

“You’ll see.”

Before she even knew what was going on they were tangled up in the driver seat, attached at the lips.

“Oh my god this is so risky.” Josie breathed out as Vince stuffed his hands underneath her shirt, hands sending goosebumps across her skin.

The car was cold, but they had fogged the windows up in less than two minutes. Their make out in the bar had now spilled into the front seat of the car.

“Shhh it’s fine just kiss me.” He said quietly, pulling her down to his level and pushing his tongue in her mouth. He had a hand on either side of her hips, fingers brushing her bare legs until he had her skirt pushed completely up.

He reached down, fumbling around on the side of the seat looking for the lever to move the seat back, and finally found it, yanking on it a little too hard because it sent both of them flying backwards with a squeal, followed by laughter.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled against her neck pulling on it again and lurching them forward. Josie was crying with laughter until he gave a large push and they flew forward, Vince’s elbow hitting the steering wheel, horn blaring.

They both jumped expecting it to stop but it didn’t.

“What the fuck?!” He looked around her, smacking the horn several times, the loud sound cutting through the night. Josie felt her face burn for the amount of embarrassment she was about to feel when someone came over to investigate why the horn in the car was sticking, and found them both in the drivers seat, half dressed.

He finally punched it and it stopped, and he glanced up at her before resting his forehead against her chest.

“This just isn’t meant to be.” He picked up his phone and checked the time “But I can have us home in 10 minutes.”

*********

The rest of the week in Lindsay passed by slow enough to enjoy it, but too fast for it to be over. Every morning she woke up she got a little more sad. She was having so much fun and by Thursday evening she only had 3 days left and it had begun to weigh on her. She never wanted this trip to end, and as it inched closer to Sunday she was reminded that she would be going home alone.

“What’s wrong?” Vince asked as she plugged in her phone and laid next to him.

She glanced up “What? Oh nothing.”

“Liar.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed “Nothings wrong. Just bummed that I have to go back to St.Louis soon is all.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and sighed “Me too. But let’s just enjoy our last three days together, and then we’ll go from there.”

She frowned “What’s that mean?”

He pursed his lips and turned on his side to face her “Well. I was going to suggest maybe we take a trip, a vacation if you wanna call it that, before camp starts in September. If you can get off of work and everything.”

“A trip? Where?”

“To a place where all you have to wear is a bikini.”

“Vince!”

“What?” He said innocently, letting one hand trail up her bare leg “Can’t a guy have dirty thoughts about his girl in a bathing suit.”

A slow smile spread across her face until it was so wide her face might crack “What did you call me?”

“My girl.”

She wanted to kick her feet and squeal “I like that. Being your girl.” She ran her fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He leaned up to move his lips across her jaw until he reached her mouth, hand traveling up her thigh to the band of her underwear on her inner leg.

He was slotted between her legs, pelvis grinding up against hers as he kissed her slowly. He floated a hand up her shirt, resting it on her waist.

Before she knew it her shirt was gone and he was unhooking her bra big hands roaming everywhere. Every nerve ending in her body was a live wire, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw towards her neck. She tugged at his shirt, prompting him to reach behind his head and pull it off in one quick movement.

She marveled at him as he hovered above her. Everything about Vince was thick, broad and muscled. Her hands roamed from his lower back up to his chest, scratching her fingernails across his skin. His mouth crushed hers, hurriedly kicking his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside.

She was shaking underneath him, cheeks red, goosebumps across her skin as she took a page breath in, the bones of her ribcage rippling underneath her skin. He stopped for a minute to really look at her.

“Goddamn your beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. Her blush deepened but she just pulled him back down by the chain to kiss him. Slower this time, her fingers moving down his back, nails scratching his skin, causing him to shiver. He sat back, hooking a finger on either side of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, leaning back over her and pushed a finger inside her causing her to gasp.

“That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He pushed another finger inside, moving them in and out, hooking them ever so slightly as he kissed her. She gripped the sheets, balling her hands into fists.

His lips brushed over her neck, eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pulled his fingers out, moving up her body and bracing himself between her legs.

“Tell me what you want.” She reached down, guiding him towards her. His head tipped down, stray hair falling into his eyes. She pushed it out of the way and bucked her hips up to meet his. She closed her eyes dreamily as he slowly pushed inside her, body arching up to meet his. He was so big, so broad as he moved above her, finding her mouth and kissing her slowly, methodically.

Vince splayed a hand across her ribcage and pulled her right leg up over his hip, lifting her clear off the bed. She let out a moan as he pushed deeper than before, hitting a new spot that had never been hit before.

“Vince I-“

He let out a breath, abdominal muscles tightening as he pushed faster, leaning down to kiss her desperately as he did. Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest as a crippling, toe curling orgasm made its way through her body, sending shockwaves from her head to her feet, her entire body flooding with heat. She felt like she couldn’t breath as Vince gave his last few pushes with a groan and leaned down, head resting in her neck. His breath tickled her skin and she could feel his heart beating through his skin. He pulled out and laid next to her, chest rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing, and he turned to smile at her.

“Your amazing and I-“ He stopped and cleared his throat “And your amazing.”

He’d almost said something crazy, but she thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice as she began to rummage around for her shirt and slipped it over her head before collapsing next to him. She rolled on to her side, eyes closing sleepily and hooked one of her legs with his, and promptly fell asleep.

**********

The cup arrived early the next day, and Vince had jumped out of bed like the house was on fire. He was showered, dressed and putting on his shoes by the time she had come out of the bathroom to get dressed.

“How fancy is this anyways?” She asked rummaging through her suitcase “Like should I wear a dress or pants or-?”

“Whatever you wear will be hot, but I like that one.” He was pointing at a yellow dress she had hung over the back of a chair in the corner of his room. She’d bought it and never worn it, tags still hung from the arm of it. She smiled.

“Perfect.”

There was already an entourage outside when they left the house, many friends and family had gathered in his driveway to watch the cup be handed to him. Even though Josie had no idea what was going on she was still excited to watch him pick up the cup. She googled it the night before and apparently within the hockey community it was a huge deal, so because it was big to Vince, it was to her. He gave her hand a squeeze before he released it and made his way over to the keeper of the cup to shake their hands. His mom spotted her and made her way over.

“You look nice.” She said commenting on her dress.

Josie looked down “Thanks. Vince picked it.”

“Well he did a great job. It’s so special you’re here with him for this, it’s his greatest achievement.”

“I didn’t know him then, but if it’s important to him it’s important to me.”

She smiled at her and gave a small laugh “You are important to him. I hope you know that. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Josie smiled and looked back at Vince as he picked up the cup and lifted it over his head and cheers erupted around him.

It was going to be a great day.

[sleepynxri]

“In hindsight, I should have looked at the instructions"

A/N: THE DEMO IS FINALLY OUT OMG!! Congrats to the devs and the whole team for releasing the demo!! I love it so much to the point I think I'm the first one to make an x reader of it lol. But I chose my favorite (for now)Vince!! And a certain person might like it as much as I do hehe. I might not get his full personality right since it is still the demo and the characters might change their personalities depending the route you pick on the official release, but do enjoy everyone! And requests will be open until further notice. And of course spoilers for the demo!!

P. S. The reader is demisexual! If you don't know what it is it means a person who feels sexually attracted to someone after creating a close bond with them! It made sense to me since in the demo the mc was a bit rude and judgemental in their thoughts regarding their interactions with the different love interests. But hey! If you don't like it then just ignore this part! Enjoy it however you like hatchlings!

Pairing: Vince Matador x gn! reader

Warnings: curses, no use of Y/N only You/I

What did I get myself into?

A sigh of exhaustion released itself from your mouth as you headed out from the diner where you now currently work at.

Who knew that you had to use the first few weeks of your summer in an unknown town after your car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere?

Fuck Fate and itself.

You started on walking around the streets of the said town, it was interesting to say the least. Almost everyone in this vicinity at least knew each other if they were a neighbour or a regular. You felt out of place whenever someone pointed out or asked if you were new around.

The only thing that wavered your mind was the interaction inside Cup o Jo Mama. The new part-time job you’ll be doing until you’re able to pay for both the hostel you were staying in and the repairs of your broken down car. (Srsly how did I should have checked it out before going on a long ass fucking road trip??)

Chris was quite a timid character to have as a co-worker, but I am quite the observing person to see how he changes personalities so directly. It concerns me sometimes but it wasn't my business to get into anyone’s personal lives.

And that Wyatt fellow…. Can’t say that the headlines were wrong about his looks. He was attractive, but his personality is that of a stereotypical rich people lifestyle. It's best to not not meddle myself into his work and business, if he was staying in Brine Bay in the meantime.

Placing your headphones over your ears, you started to tune out the noises, you needed some alone time after all the shit that just happened. Familiarising your steps to avoid on getting lost - (Fuck you btw Dante) again.

Clicking your tongue slightly in annoyance after remembering a certain front desk employee who didn't tell you the actual direction towards the diner you were supposed to go in.

Without you knowing, a familiar sheriff and an unknown male suddenly were seen in the corner of your eyes. Jean looked optimistic as ever, but to your surprise- he was with someone else who looked like the opposite of him.

Why not see what they’re up to?

So… . The guy’s name is Vince. Jean momentarily left you both together to help with the white haired males socialising skills. You didn't mind, but you did feel guilty for forcing him to be with you. So you thanked him for staying with you.

You didn't expect the male to give you a half- smile. It almost caught you off guard. It was so pretty…

You shook your thoughts away and gave your own warm smile. Vince was a nice fellow, since he didn't know what to show you, you suggested that he showed the areas where he likes to stay at. You bonded with him with his different favorite places in Brine Bay. You were touched on how he could trust you to these places. You knew it held something for him to show you these areas.

Then you met Kevin….

You almost laughed loudly after hearing the nickname Vince gave him.

A fucking highlighter? You didn't think the male held so much humor. (Or your humor is just broken)

Kevin was a nice fellow. A bit flirty (then again who isn't? Almost everyone - not Dante- has started flirting with you before you could even muster a response to any of their introductions) but a passionate theatre kid.

‘pre’?? Is that a word or a different language? You’ll probably ask the next time you interact with him.

After saying goodbye to the green haired male. You and Vince were left alone together again. You pointed out how it was getting late so you and him started your way back to your hostel.

“Are you enjoying yourself? “ You paused after hearing Vince’s words. You… didn't expect someone would ask this question towards you. I mean it is technically your first day here after all.

You can feel the stare of Vince from the corner of your face as you racked up an answer for him.

“I… . Can't say much. My car broke down, Jean found me, he drove me here, I met a lot of people, found a part time job… . It's overwhelming to say the least” a flash of worry crossed the eyes of Vince as he tried to find the right words to reply.

But you beat him to it.

" But… I am enjoying it. I never expected to have an adventure while on summer break. It's new…. But not unwelcoming" a chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the sky growing darker.

“That's… . Good to hear” Vince relaxed his shoulders with another pretty smile he has. Your heart flutters after seeing it again. This was the second time you’ve seen it but you already knew you’ll always remember that smile he has.

Exchanging numbers with him was… eventful. It was cute to see him flustered while nervously asking if you wanted his contact number (who wouldn't accept his advances?)

You knew you had to take your chances and placed “Vimpire" as the contact name for Vince. (He’ll probably be disappointed but who’s to say he’ll just chuckle after you have him a silly nickname)

You told him your farewells and headed back to your temporary room. Doing your nightly routine and wearing your night wear.

You decided to call someone before heading off to sleep. The first person that popped up from the idea was Vince.

“Ah.. who is it?"

“You forgot about me already?" You teased slightly with a small chuckle as you looked outside the windows while watching the luminescent sky radiating from them.

“It's you… . I-i didn't expect that you would be calling me already” you wanted to tease him more but you asked him first if he arrived home already. He was still walking from home and you both decided to stay in the call for a while.

“Can I ask… why the sudden call? “

Fuck it.

" Is it bad that I wanted to hear your voice before I head to sleep? “

A pause could be heard from the other line. You grew worried when the call suddenly hung up and you panicked. You tried texting him but he suddenly beat you to it with a call.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I panicked!" A rush of apologies came after you answered the call. It was a relief to hear that you weren't stepping over boundaries and you asked him if everything was alright.

He reassured you, telling you that he just took time to process on what you said before. You couldn't see it but he was smiling on the other side of the phone (if Jean saw this he would be supportive yet teasing the poor boy).

“Hey uhm… if you have time after your shift ends… I could show you more around town? “

You were shocked again after hearing his words. This is the second time you got shocked by this man alone. You wonder what he got plans for you next.

" I would like that” you smiled warmly from the invitation. As you both continued chatting until you both shared your farewells.

You yawned and stretched your body and headed off to sleep.

You hope you can see Vince’s smiling face again.

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Back on the platonic gladers when Thomas and newt go save minho Reader tags along (10-13), but instead of newt dying reader saves him and gets injured or dies

Hello again! Thank you for requesting, I was hoping someone would want a part 2 to Shields (read here). Hope you enjoy :)

Shields - Part 2

Set during tdc - saving Minho (movieverse)

Gladers x young! fem!reader (platonic)

Notes: this is a continuation of my other fic Shields, highly recommend you read that first. also, this fic jumps around a lot cause I couldn't string it together properly. not my best work, but hope you enjoy anyway :)

Warnings: canon-typical violence (you get injured), YOU DON'T DIE (I did not have the capacity to write that lolll). NOT PROOFREAD

"Yeah, that looks good." Harriet adjusts your grip on the gun slightly.

You've watched your friends shoot guns for months now, and you're pretty familiar with the movements and everything.

"Do I just shoot now?"

She nods. "Watch out for the kickback though, it's gonna recoil."

You hone in your gaze on the target, a piece of paper taped over a dead tree, and pull the trigger.

The bullet slices through the paper, ending up embedded in the tree bark.

Vince nods appreciatively. "Not bad; not bad at all. We could make a real fighter out of you."

You glow with the praise, turning to where your friends are grinning supportively, Frypan holding up a thumbs up.

"Nice shot, Y/n," calls Thomas.

You continue with shooting practice until your hands are sore, and then you break for lunch.

You sit with Thomas, Newt, and Frypan on the floor in an abandoned building, eating spaghetti right out of the can.

"What's the plan for today?" asks Thomas through a mouthful of food.

"We should be getting to the new base by today. It's gonna be a temporary setup, just for a year at the most."

"Then we get Minho?" you ask.

"Yeah," responds Vince. "Then we get Minho."

⭒----⭒

Months later, you plan and enact a rescue mission for Minho, which fails.

You sit on your bed, hopeless, as you lean your head into your hands.

"Thomas, we can't wait another six months," you say.

It's just the two of you, sitting in the empty sleeping room.

"I know," he says quietly. "I'm leaving tonight."

"So you know I'm coming with you?"

"Yeah, I know," his grin glows in the fading light, and you stand to pack your things.

⭒----⭒

Newt and Frypan end up coming on the mission, and you're joined by Brenda and Jorge as you start towards the Last City.

You see Gally again, who'd always looked out for you like a little sister.

"Y/n," he says in shock, the first time you hold up your gun.

"You taught her to shoot?" he whirls around to Thomas, staring accusingly.

"She's old enough to fight, and strong enough to make her own decisions," retorts Thomas.

"Guys," you interrupt exasperatedly. "Let's just find a way in, so we can get Minho."

⭒----⭒

All of that leads you to now.

"Minho!" you shout, ducking around doors looking for him.

"Y/n, over here!" Newt's voice calls from behind you.

You run over and see Thomas and Newt, and Minho.

A sob catches in your throat as you sprint up to him and leap into his arms.

"Hey," he says, giving you a grin. "Long time no see."

"Idiot," you respond, punching him in the arm.

He takes you in fully, eyes sweeping over the combat gear you're dressed in, and the gun and knife strapped to your hip.

You wait for him to berate you for coming, for being too young and too small to fight.

It never comes.

"Guess you're a warrior now, huh?" he says, giving you a small smile.

You grin back, but the moment is interrupted as the WCKD soldiers find you again.

"In here!" yells Thomas, and you all stumble into the little storeroom.

You stand back as Newt and Minho barricade the door.

"Alright, anyone got any ideas," asks Newt.

"Yeah," says Thomas, staring ominously down through the window.

You step up and see a pool of water down below, and let out a sigh. "We're gonna die," you say matter-of-factly.

"Yep," agrees Minho.

They smash a gas canister through the window, and you grab Minho's hand as you step up to the edge.

There's a loud bang as Janson's team crashes through the door. "Jump!" yells Thomas.

You leap away from the building, wind roaring in your ears as the ground gets closer, and you hit the water feet first with a smash.

⭒----⭒

You look on in concern and fear as Thomas helps Newt down inside a burning convenience store, away from the fighting rebels.

"We need to get the cure," says Thomas, gazing at his friend worriedly.

"I'll run ahead," responds Minho. "Gally can cover me."

Thomas nods. "Go."

"No," you interrupt, standing up. "We all know that cure's not gonna work. We need Teresa, and it has to be Thomas' blood."

"We can't drag 'im back there," says Minho, and you remember that he's been tortured by WCKD for months. He looks exhausted.

You shake your head. "I'll go alone. No one will stop me." You gesture to yourself. "Just a kid, right? I'll get the cure from Teresa and meet you where Brenda and Vince are."

A chorus of objections rise against you.

"Are you kidding?"

"No way, Y/n."

"Guys," you say, frustrated. "Newt's not gonna make it if we just send Minho and Gally. And Cranks are strong. When Newt Cranks out, and he will, Thomas and I will be dead first."

"I come with; I'll cover you," says Minho finally.

"What?" exclaims Thomas. "Why're you letting her do this?"

"You're the one who let her come in the first place," challenges Minho.

"No one is 'letting' me do anything," you interject.

"Hey!" calls Gally. "You better just go. We're wasting time here. I'll stay with Thomas; if Newt Cranks out, we can hold him off until you two get back."

Minho grabs Gally's walkie so you can communicate, and the two of you leave.

You run in front of him, setting the pace since you both know he'd be sprinting ahead of you.

You try and almost succeed at sweettalking your way around Ava, until she's shot by Janson.

You don't hesitate; you shoot him in the foot and run with Minho until you find Teresa.

She's bent over a microscope, and spins quickly as you and Minho run in.

"The cure," growls Minho, pointing his gun at her.

"It's almost done," says Teresa calmly, reaching for a syringe to transfer a deep blue liquid into a vial.

Minho turns, and you get an idea. "We need a ride, one of the aircraft things."

Teresa nods, expression staying infuriatingly calm. "You'll need someone to pilot it."

"Whatever," says Minho, "Just get us out of here."

As Teresa flies you across the city in a mini air-car, you grab the walkie talkie. "Thomas, you there?"

There's no response.

"Thomas, say something, please."

It takes a few more tries before the other side crackles to life.

"Y/n." Thomas' voice is scratchy and tense, and you can here his heavy breathing. "Have you guys got the cure?"

"Yeah, have you reached Vince?"

"No, listen. You need to come find us. We're in some sort of station. An open area, sheltered. Newt's Cranked out and Gally and I are struggling pretty bad. Please find us. I think- shit!"

"What? What was that? Thomas, are you okay?"

"Listen Y/n, I gotta go. Come find us!" The sound cuts off and you stand there, clutching the walkie and staring as if it'll help your friend.

"They're in some kind of station," you tell Teresa.

"Station..." she says, frowning slightly in thought.

"They said it's an open area, and it's sheltered."

"I think I might know."

Teresa pilots the air-car down and opens the doors, and you and Minho leap out.

"I can hear them!" exclaims Minho, taking off towards the station.

You sprint after them, not caring what Teresa does, and you freeze at the sight of Newt bringing a knife down on Thomas, before Gally jumps in to throw him off.

"Hold him still," you call as Minho jumps into the fight.

You prepare the cure and hold it carefully, waiting as your friends take down Newt, subduing him easily with 3 on 1.

You find Newt's neck and administer the cure, and your friends relax as he sags immediately.

None of you notice when his eyes fly open, still blown black, and he grabs his knife.

Only Thomas realises, and he does too late. "Y/n watch out!"

Newt, still Cranked out, sees you, the person who just injected him in the neck, and swings the knife at you.

As Newt stabs the knife into your side, all you know is pain.

You can only gasp the knife is yanked out and blood streams from your wound, Gally and Thomas grabbing for Newt as Minho dives towards you.

"Nononono, Y/n. No." Minho yanks his jacket off, pressing it to your side, but the blood snakes past, pooling in his hands.

Your gaze slides away, and you watch as Newt wakes up, the cure finally setting in, and his eyes land on you.

"Did I... No. Y/n!"

Your friends crowd around you, Newt cradling your head as Minho and Thomas try to stop the blood from flowing.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- Y/n, I'm so sorry." He smooths a hand on your hair, and you can feel his tears dripping onto your cheeks.

You can hear Gally yelling desperately into the walkie talkie, and Minho's repeated mutterings of "nonono, please".

"Stay with us, we're so close Y/n. I'm so sorry," Newt's head stays bowed over you, hands only moving to wipe his own tears off your face.

"It's okay," you manage to say. "W- wasn't you."

Newt shakes his head, and you hear Thomas start to shout as the blood doesn't stop.

"Come on!" he yells. "I'm not losing you too, I'm won't."

You feel your eyelids start to grow heavy.

"No!" Newt jolts your head slightly, tapping your face with his thumb. "Stay with us, okay? Just a little longer, please."

" 'm tired," you whisper.

"I know, just keep holding on."

"Hurts."

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." He looks up. "There! Vince is here, Y/n. Everyone's here, they're gonna take care of you. Just please, stay awake a little longer. Promise?"

"Okay."

You're unable to keep your promise, cause the blackness closes in, and your mind shuts off.

⭒----⭒

You awaken slowly, scrunching your eyes against the soft light of your room.

As sit up carefully, your hand comes up to brace against your side. You feel a bandage there, and the skin around it feels healed.

You swing your legs off the bed you're on, and you stand.

You push the hut door open, lifting an arm against the brilliantly bright sun, and you stare at the wide beach ahead of you. Is this the Safe Haven?

You walk out until you see your friends, standing near the beach.

Newt sees you first, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he points you out, and then everyone's sprinting over.

Minho reaches you first, lifting you into a tight hug.

"Y/n, shuck," he mutters. "We thought we lost you."

"Hey, I'm still a little injured by the way."

Thomas pulls you in next, gentler than Minho, and he bends to look you in the eye. "Never again, okay?"

You huff out a soft laugh. "Never again."

You turn to Newt, who's watching you with half joy, and half regret.

You step up to him and wrap your arms around him, feeling him immediately melt. "If you start apologising, I'm gonna stab you," you warn.

As you're met with silence from everyone, you wince. "Too soon?"

Newt laughs. "Definitely."

After you've hugged and greeted everyone, you look out at community and buildings that have been set up. "This is the Safe Haven?"

Thomas grins at you. "Welcome home."

Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoyed!

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Fool

pairing: gf!wes hicks x fem!reader

summary: you were a fool to believe he was innocent and truly had died.

warnings: possessive behavior, yandere,gore, blood, murder, manipulation, faked death, parental death(not reader’s family), toxicity, obsession, etc…

It was sort of an inside joke in your friend group on how whipped Wes was for Tara, always there for her even when it was obvious she wasn’t into him.

So it didn’t surprise any of you he was the first to be at her side in the hospital. Sam of course was there.

However as killings continued, suspicions were raised. “Sam being back sort of ruins everything doesn’t it? Amber said.

You snorted.”You’re only saying that because you don’t like Sam.” “True! Chad pipes in. “Shut up, Pokémon onesie! Mindy teased.

“Well, She’s coming, Wes said.”When’s the last time Tara even saw her again?” “Five years, Amber said.”Sam’s like a troublemaker.”

“Wasn’t she like like thirteen? Amber, give her a break, You say softly. “You know who should get a break? Liv said grumpily.”Me. Vince keeps being a creep again!”

“Oh god, not Vince, You groan.”He’s such a weirdo.” You hear whistling coming in your way from the jocks. More specifically, the asshole named Landon.

“Hey sweetheart, want a ride home? He asks.

“I don’t think she wants to, Wes replied defensively. Your best friend since birth pretty much. You met him first before meeting Amber, Mindy, Liv, Chad and Tara.

“Huh, I don’t remember asking you, Landon hissed. His friends laughed at his response. “I’m sorry, I’m not interested in douchebags, You say, crossing your arms. "You playing hard to get turns me on, Landon smirks. "See you later, baby."

"Gross, You scoffed. "You okay, Buddy? Chad asks Wes. "I'm fine, He replied. Mindy smirks. "You don't seem fine." "Okay, I don't like him, so what? He hits on Y/N like all the time, He finished.

You nodded. "Hm, sounds like jealousy, Mindy jokes. "Oh come on, Mindy, we've been friends forever! You said. "Y/n is right, I'm not jealous, everyone doesn't like him, Wes defended.

He did have a very good point. Plus, jocks in general normally sucked. A few exceptions, of course, one being Chad. "I should be going, You replied." My Mom and Dad are going out so they need to lecture me on rules."

Liv chuckled. You sigh, getting up. Being by yourself wouldn't be so horrible. No, You loved being by yourself. As you expected, you were lectured on rules. However, good consequence from it. You were home alone.

You ordered pizza, since you didn't feel like cooking. You binge watched horror movies, drank some soda, since your alcohol cabinet was locked, your mom and dad knew you would drink.

truthfully, you didn't exactly mind. "Oh god, why are the blonde ones always so dumb? you scoff, judging the horror movie. You sigh, drinking your soda. "See, like, why do you even go there? obviously the killer will be there."

Your phone ringing interrupts you mid rant, making you annoyed. "hello? you say, picking up.

"Hello."

"Uh, hi, who is this? You say, curiously.

"is y/n l/n home?"

"Oh, you're speaking with her, You smile, wondering if someone you knew was calling, though, using the voice from stab, really?

"good, i really was hoping i could talk. This is Landon."

"oh my god, sorry, not interested."

"You really believed I was Landon, huh?"

You sigh of relief. "Oh, thank fucking god. Nice joke, Mindy."

“I’m not Mindy.”

“What do you mean? You say.”of course this has to be Mindy, the only one who would do a joke like that.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Definitely not the one you’re referring to, You sigh, getting the popcorn from the microwave.”Maybe My Bloody Valentine.”

“Good one. But don’t you like the Stab Movies? Best horror franchise of all time.”

“Sorry, but it sucked, You say.”It’s disrespectful considering it’s based on real events.”

“But you’re watching it right now. Hypocritical of you.”

Your eyes widen, you were. Not because you well, liked the movies, but because you would want to judge them over and over. It was something you did with movies you sucked.

“How did you know that? You say, looking out the windows.

“I’m watching you right now.”

You pause the movie and check everywhere the creepy phone caller was.

“Well, where are you?”

“Right behind you.”

You didn’t want to look behind you, but did as Ghostface grabbed your throat, throwing you onto the table, your snacks spilling over. Everything on the ground.

You whimpered a little as your oxygen began running out, coughing and struggling to get some air. You squirm.

“Don’t move.”

You nodded, and stop moving. He lets go of your throat, so that wasn’t how he’d kill you. You ask, "Could you just kill me by now?"

"Now would that be fun?"

You sigh, closing your eyes, preparing for your death, seeing it now. Only pain. You groaned feeling yourself being stabbed. "No! Please! You cry out. You were in so much pain.

However, he stabbed you a few times more. You still lived, though. Blacking out, accepting your fate. But you woke up, surrounded by your friends.

"y/n! you woke up! Tara said. "Huh? You say, weakly. "Um, how do we say this? She finished. Amber sighed. "Wes and his Mom died." You see Sam and someone you don’t recognize.

"hi, i'm richie, he says awkwardly.”I’m sorry for your loss.” “Thank you, You replied. You couldn’t believe your best friend died.

Your head hurt, badly. You hit your head hard you assumed. “Oh god, You groaned, tears coming out from the fact your best friend was gone.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, Sam assured you. "i know, you frowned. You couldn't even imagine how he died. You felt horrible, you shouldn't have lived.

Amber seemed sympathetic but glared daggers at Sam. She didn’t like her. And made it fairly obvious. “I still am in so much pain, You groan.

“Maybe you need some sleep, Chad suggested. You nodded, deciding that’s what you really wanted. Some rest.

After a few hours you got some rest. You wanted to leave but you still had to recover, unfortunately. And by now you were by yourself.

Vulnerable.

At least you were filled with people around you. So not completely alone. You were bored, but having your phone, you would be fine. Something took you by surprise.

Wes had messaged you.

Or at least someone was using his phone to message you, taunt you. This was sick. But you couldn’t help but read the message.

It hurts doesn’t it?

This was confusing for a second, then you remembered he meant Wes.

Fuck you.

You were on read and didn’t get a response. Not for a while anyway. And you ignored further messages from Ghostface.

You eventually recovered enough to be discharged. And apparently the decision was to go to Stu Macher’s house. Why? You had no idea but went along because at least you wouldn’t be by yourself.

You sat on the living room couch, your friends with you. “I’m getting Deja vu, Mindy said. “You weren’t even born when Randy was here! You point out.

Liv and Chad sat together, though showing a bit more PDA than you can handle. “Whatever, you sigh. “Hey look, y/n, I get it, you’re grieving, Mindy said.

“I think I might just drink something, You frown, getting up and going to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you hear something weird.

“Chad? Sam? You say, hoping it was at least one of them. But it wasn’t. Standing in front of you was Ghostface.

“Holy shit! Guys! You yell, as Ghostface lunges for you. “Y/n, what’s going on… FUCK! Chad said. Liv was nowhere to be seen.

“Look I have to find Liv, He said.”She accepted my request and-“ “okay! But it might be a trap! You say, Ghostface grabbing you from behind, scaring you as you screamed, violently kicking to get out of his grasp.

You should’ve seen this coming. But you didn’t. “Hey, asshole! Sam said, making Ghostface turn in her direction, hitting him and you getting out of his grasp.

It didn’t surprise you that there was another one. Richie seemed totally freaked out, and so were you. “I’ve seen this in like a million Stab movies! He said.

You had known that he hadn’t seen them prior, and watched them while supporting Sam. “Okay, but those movies sucked and aren’t accurate! You said.”So the most logical thing to do apparently was just run around and hope the killer doesn’t find you.

Nice.

You were already exhausted but nonetheless made sure you stuck by your friends. You didn’t trust Amber, and you hadn’t seen her so it was quite obviously her as Ghostface.

“Okay, it’s either Amber or Liv, I think it’s Amber though, You murmur. Tara would’ve been very offended if she had heard that.

When all of a sudden, Ghostface lunges out. And Sidney arrived. Out of everyone she pretty much knew how to deal with Ghostface the best.

“Run! Sidney said. You ran into Amber. Then apparently Liv, who was covered in blood. “Liv, what the fuck? You say.

“I found Chad! She sobbed. “We know it’s you! Amber yelled.”Stop trying to make yourself look innocent!” “Stay back, Sam said. Richie somehow appeared again.

That made you very suspicious. “Richie, maybe stay the fuck back yourself, You snap. “What did I do? He asks.

“The love interest is always a suspect, I said. “Calm down, Y/N, Sam said. Defending her boyfriend as usual. But everyone else, it seemed clear Richie was suspicious.

Gale had been knocked out and Sidney stood by you and your friends. “I swear I’m not the killer! Liv said.”Chad’s dead.”

Amber went from scared to smug.”I know.” She pulled out a gun, and shot Liv point blank, killing her. Everyone scrambled but Richie, who stuck behind, revealed to be the second killer.

“Ah ah, I wouldn’t move if I were you, Richie said to Sam, knife pressed on her throat, putting the voice changer on.”Surprise, Sam.”

Everyone steps into the kitchen, Amber cornering Sidney. “But that’s not even the best part! Amber said proudly, sticking by her older boyfriend, making you want to vomit.

She was fucking psychotic. But at the same time, Amber definitely was a victim in the sense she was groomed by Richie, but they both seemed fucked in the head.

A third Ghostface appeared. And that feeling appeared again. That dreadful feeling. Your intuition. Amber specifically looks at you. And that’s when you knew.

“Surprise, Y/N.”

Wes has a sick grin on his face, the mask off and his hand. “You killed your own mother? You ask, Jaw dropped.

“It wasn’t too hard, and besides, she was being a bitch, it had to be done, Wes said. He’d never call his mother that. He loved his Mom. It was sweet and, he was respectful.

This wasn’t the person you had grown up with and knew. This was a completely different person. “Don’t, Sam said.”Don’t let him get close, y/n.”

“I know.”

You wanted to, You so badly wanted to. But that wasn’t what you were going to do. You grabbed a kitchen knife, and when you really thought about it, you needed to kill him.

“Go on, do it, Wes smirked.”Kill me.” Amber and Richie only stood there like idiots but seemed proud. You put more thought into this. You needed to be logical.

It was clear that he was going off an obsession. Some fucked up feelings he had for you. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill you.

You were going to kill him, but not first. Instead, you plunged the knife straight into Amber, as she screamed out in pain.

“You’re next, you should run, Ghostface.”

You were such a fool.

[raccoonface]

“New bodyguard… huh”

Y/n's POV

I just got accepted to be Jenna Ortega's bodyguard, and I was starting tomorrow. I had to get myself prepared to handle the paparazzi. Tomorrow was the Met Galla.

The next day

I am on my way to get Jenna, but I can't help but be nervous I don't know why but I just put that to the side.

I made it to Jenna's place and I am waiting for her to come out of her hotel. When she came out she looked beautiful.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her until her old bodyguard introduced me to her.

Jenna's POV

"Jenna."

"Yes Vince?"

"This is your new bodyguard, Y/n"

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You as well Jenna"

I looked at her and she had sunglasses on with a full black outfit (whatever outfit, doesn't matter)

I thought she looked nice, and she drove me to the Met Galla

After the met galla

Y/n's POV

I have to get Jenna into the car without her getting jumped by one of her fans which should be easy since it's the after party of the met Galla

I got her and I'm bringing her inside the car with Enrique helping me

"You're Y/n right?" Enrique asked me I just nodded my head

"Wait... you're Enrique"

"Yup. I'm surprised you even know me  , I'm not usually the one being noticed"

"I know a lot of things"

"Don't know if I should be worried for Jenna or not"

"Don't worry she'll be fine on my watch"

"That's what I'm afraid of"

"Rude much"

"Alright you probably have to go Jenna doesn't like to wait"

"You're not coming with me?"

"No I got my own car to take care of"

"Alright, bye"

"Bye nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too"

After the convo I headed into the car to take Jenna home, when I was in the car I asked her how she was but then realized she fell asleep somehow

I was driving to her apartment building when I looked back at her and somewhat admired her without crashing the car.

I noticed how beautiful she was. How her hair complemented her face, don't get me started on her freckles

When I got to her apartment I got out and went to the back and had to wake her up

"Hey" I said while shaking her, all she did was mumble. I shook her a little harder and she woke up

"Hmm?"

"We're at your apartment"

"Okay" she said that then unbuckled. Once she did she looked at me and caught me staring at her

"Are you going to take me up to my apartment?"

"Uhm am I supposed to?"

"Yeah"

"Okay then"

Jenna's POV

I told Y/n that she was supposed to take me up to my apartment but technically you're not supposed to. But I did it anyways

We were walking into the elevator and I pressed which floor I was on. Then when we got off and to my door I unlocked it while she stood by.

"I guess I can go now that your alright"

"Wait... can you come in? Since your new I can tell you what you can and cannot do." I sort of mentally panicked after I said that because I have no idea what she could and couldn't do.

"I don't think that I should"

"It'll be quick, I promise."

"Fine"

Y/n's POV

I was so confused as to what had just happened, so much so I forgot what she was supposed to tell me.

"So what were you going to tell me again?"

"Uhm... for the first night as my bodyguard, you are supposed to sleep in my apartment to make sure I'm safe."

I looked at her skeptically but nodded my head in agreement with her.

"Alright so I'm sleeping on the couch I'm guessing"

"Uh sure if you want to... but I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie before going to sleep"

It was only midnight so I agreed.

"Yeah, sure what movie?"

"Uh I was hoping you could pick"

"Okay how about (horror movie of your choice , if you can't pick then it's the shining)"

"Fine by me"

I took my sunglasses off and sat down on the couch while Jenna was I'm guessing getting snacks

She came back with snacks and took the remote and put the movie on.

"I hope you don't mind these types of snacks"

"No not at all"

We started watching the movie and when we finished it Jenna was fully cuddled on top of me, sleeping. I had no idea how we got here.

I tried moving a little but she started to wake up. So as quickly and carefully as I could I brought her to her room accidentally opening the bathroom door instead of her bedroom door at first.

She was still cuddled into me so I had to go into the bed with her and after we were both under the covers I practically passed out.

In the morning

I woke up with Jenna still asleep on me and I remember being told that after every met Galla Jenna gets a day off. So I just let her sleep.

She had a tv in her room so I turned it on low volume then put something on.

She started to wake up about Half an hour after I turned the tv on.

"Morning, Jen" I whispered into her ear

"No, shut up I'm not awake."

I just chuckled  and wiggled myself out of her grip then went to her kitchen and rummaged around to look at what I could make her for breakfast.

I ended up just making vegan pancakes for both of us she came out as I was making them

"Morning Jenna"

"Morning, Y/n"

She went up to the plate of already made pancakes and took one off the top and shoved it into her mouth.

I finished the pancakes then actually plated them and gave a plate to myself and one to Jenna. I went to sit down next to her as I grabbed the remote but she stole it from my hands

"My remote"

I chuckled and let her have it.

.. .. .. ..

After we were done eating breakfast we just sat there and watched the tv for the most part the only words that were spoken was us talking to the tv saying that the characters should do this or that.

Jenna's POV

I really want to talk to Y/n about last night, I wanted to tell her that I have grown feelings for her and I know it's only been like two days but I still want to tell her, but I don't know how to approach her.

I was walking into the kitchen to see Y/n washing the dishes from breakfast

"Hey..."

"Hey Jen, How's it going?"

"Good."

"Something bothering you?"

"Actually yeah, there is."

"Well you gonna tell me since we're already talking."

"Yeah uh-"

I got cut off by a phone loudly buzzing, and I went up to check my phone to see who it was...

It was my agent. With a photo of me and Y/n with my head on her shoulder watching tv...

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Rewrote the entire story because I thought it was terrible before and sorry I haven't been posting a lot plus it took me about two months just to re write this and it's only about 1.3k words. I need requests so while I'm writing one more imagine send requests PLEASE 🙏

Words are up there dingus ^

Might make this into a story if you guys like it..?

(I have a Wattpad ‘obsessedforyou’ if you liked this)

[roses-r-rosie3]

Crazy Over You

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Spoilers for scream 6!!!

Warnings: Angst and swearing

Summary: Y/n is the son of Stu Macher’s sister and is seeing visions of his dead uncle

Y/n along with his mother were devastated about Vince’s death. Although Vince came home drunk from a bar every night y/n still loved his brother. Y/n’s mother couldn’t handle finding out her brother was a psychopath and killed people in their own childhood house and later died in that same house by itself, but now finding out that her one of her son’s died because of what her brother started she couldn’t handle it anymore.

She told y/n to pack his bags and they were moving to New York because she couldn’t handle living In woodsboro any longer. After y/n and his mother moved to New York, he went to study for college at Blackmore university.

There he met Ethan. Ethan was there for him 24/7, he comforted y/n when y/n needed him most. Ethan was a breath of relief for y/n. Y/n’s mother was not very fond of Ethan though, she thought he was ‘too good to be true’ and not in the nice way.

Ethan tried his best to get along with y/n’s mother but she refused. She warned y/n to be careful of Ethan before y/n moved to share a college dorm with Ethan and Chad.

“Why doesn’t your mom like me?” Said Ethan as he helped y/n pack his stuff into the dorm room.

By that time y/n still hadn’t told Ethan about his uncle being one of the original woodsboro killers.

“If I tell you, you promise not to tell anyone?” Said y/n.

“Yes y/n I won’t tell anyone you know me” said Ethan.

“Well, my uncle, he was a killer, he was apart of the original woodsboro massacre, he was Stu Macher” said y/n hoping Ethan wouldn’t freak out and break up with him.

Ethan just looked shocked, he didn’t know what to say.

“That is definitely not what I was expecting, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love you” said Ethan.

“Hey how about I introduce you to my friends so that you can get your mind out of that” said Ethan with a bright smile.

“Sure” said y/n happy that his boyfriend didn’t see him as a ‘monster’ or a ‘psycho’.

After y/n met all of the friend group. And he particularly became good friends with Sam and Quinn. Y/n recognized Sam from the rumors of her being the actual killer of the woodsboro massacre of 2021.

Sam later found out that y/n was the brother of Vince which also meant that he was Stu’s nephew. She and y/n shared the trauma of being related to one of the killers of the original woodsboro massacre. Y/n didn’t know why but he felt a special bond between him and Quinn.

Time skip to when they find the Shrine room

Y/n was devastated when he found out that his best friend Quinn died. That only left Sam and Ethan to be the only one that y/n was really close with. Y/n walked through the theater and looked around. He looked around and saw the Tv that killed his uncle. He sat on the steps as he saw a vision of his uncle.

“It’s nice to finally meet one of my nephew” said the illusion of Stu.

“I-I though you died” said y/n.

“I am dead, you’re just going crazy” said Stu.

“Why are you even in my head” said y/n.

“You know why I’m here y/n, you know you wanted to be the one to kill Amber and Richie for killing Vince, you know you crave the taste of blood” said Stu.

“Shut the fuck up!” Yelled y/n. All of a sudden y/n felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Babe who are you talking to” said Ethan. “Oh- Uh- no one, I’m fine” said y/n.

“Are you sure y/n?” Said Ethan.

“Yes Ethan just leave me alone” said y/n.

It hurt him to lie to his boyfriend but he didn’t know who to trust.

Time skip to killer reveals

“Surprise y/n” said Ethan as he unmasked himself as ghostface.

“Ethan..” said y/n hurt from his boyfriends betrayal.

“Mindy was right, it was easy to juke the roommate lottery, I mean all I had to do to meet you was to room with a conceded condescending alpha, literally named Chad, fuck it felt good to kill him!” Said Ethan.

“This was your grandmother’s Sam, Nancy Loomis, really runs I the fucking family doesn’t it?” Said Ethan pointing to the mask he wore.

“Speaking of family, my names not Ethan Landry! Is it dad?” Said Ethan.

“Dad?” Said y/n.

“If it’s you two that just leaves, Mindy?” Said Sam.

The third ghostface revealed themselves as Quinn. Y/n felt his heart drop, it was already heart shattering that his own boyfriend was the killer, and now his best friend too?

“Hey roomies, you didn’t see that one coming did you?” Said Quinn.

“Yeah because you died” said Tara.

“Kinda didn’t, though it was a good way to get off the suspect list, stab Gale weathers, stab Mindy on the train” said Quinn.

“Yep and I was first on the scene to make sure I could replace her body out with a fresh one, fake blood, a prosthetic, you’d be amazed at what a grieving father could get away with” said Bailey.

“I got Stu mask, your uncles mask y/n, he was my favorite” said Quinn.

“Wait a minute I never told you that I was related to Stu! Ethan? Did you tell her?” said y/n.

“Oh no you sweet dumb thing” said Ethan.

“Did you really think I didn’t know about you being Stu Macher’s nephew? Why did you think I even dated you to begin with!” Said Ethan.

That sentence broke y/n’s heart, Ethan only dated him because he was Stu’s nephew.

They start explaining they are Richie’s family

Y/n saw Tara hit Quinn with the brick as Kirby shot at Bailey. It was a blur, y/n still couldn’t move.

“Y/n…. Y/n!” Said the illusion of stu.

“Are you really going to let them betray you, and kill you! Fight back! Do you not get it! They are the family of the killer who killed your brother!” Said Stu.

Y/n had this sudden burst of energy. He saw Sam hit Ethan with the brick and take the knife out of Kirby’s stomach.

“Sam.. pick up the gun and go up there with Tara, and give me the knife” said y/n.

Sam gave y/n the knife as she went onto the balcony.

“What are you gonna do about it bitch?” Said Ethan.

Y/n started to stab Ethan repeatedly before Quinn pulled him off and held a knife to his throat.

“Y/n!” Said Tara.

Sam noticed and aimed the gun at Quinn but it went through both y/n and Quinn’s shoulder. Y/n tried to run away but Ethan cornered him.

“You wanna say hi to your uncle for me?” Said Ethan he stabbed y/n in the stomach and threw him on the ground.

Ethan was about to throw the tv on top of y/n’s head when Sam tried to shoot at Ethan. Y/n saw Ethan run as he started to pass out.

All of a sudden y/n heard a crash. He saw Sam and Bailey on the ground. Y/n shook Sam awake as she told y/n and Tara to hide in the bar area. As y/n was walking he saw Ethan’s ‘dead’ body.

“Did you do that?” Said y/n as they were walking up into the room.

“Yeah.. sorry about that” said Tara.

“No, it’s fine, kinda wish I was the one who got to kill him though”

Time skip to the final scare

Y/n saw Tara and Sam sitting on the steps while he thought about what just happened on the other side of the room. Y/n saw Ethan slowly get up to try and kill Sam and Tara. This gave y/n an idea. As Ethan went to go kill Sam and Tara y/n pushed the TV on top of his head.

“You can say hi to him yourself” said y/n smiling that he got the last laugh

A/n: ok so I have one last Ethan Landry idea and then I will get started on the Harlan Briggs fanfic :)