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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 10 months ago

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im not sure if youre necessarily comfortable with this, so feel free to ignore this if you're not, but GOOODDD i just thought it was the cutest idea ever. possibly a series idea?

imagining reader finding out she's pregnant with ethan's baby after the costume frat party, due to quinn's suspicions bc of how sick reader was for almost two weeks then. though being unable to tell ethan, due to the whole ghostface thing pretty much ruining whatever chance she had to tell him, especially bc the group were SUPER suspicious of him and wouldn't leave him alone with her (prob bc reader told the group during the whole dinner before ethan, as gf attacked the apartment but left reader alone) but time skip a little, ethans put in a psych ward for a couple months to deal with the trauma from his dad & just being pressured into being ghostface, and he decides to go back and visit his girlfriend because he didn't really have anywhere else to go, but when he arrived at her front door, the last thing he was expecting was to see her with a small baby girl in her arms. (in this essay, i will expand more on my girldad! ethan landry age-) BUT reader doesn't necessarily trust ethan around her at first, and for good reason to, considering he literally tried to kill her and the core five (reader was apart of the woodsboro group, was possibly dating amber??) and ethan has to pretty much work his ass off to regain her trust again. just fluff, to angst to fluff again

I hope you like this!!!!!💕

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This is going to be a series! It'll definitely have a lot of angst and fluff for those kind sweet souls that have been asking me for it:)

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of death, suggestion to sex(but not graphic:)

Summary: After surviving Woodsboro, attacks are happening again to your friend group in NYC.

It’d been a little over a month since the infamous Halloween frat party. That night was crazy, especially after Sam tazed some loser’s balls. When the night was cut short, you decided to go back to Ethan and Chad’s dorm while Chad was going with Tara. You hadn’t had much alone time with Ethan, so you had to take advantage of every opportunity you got.

When the condom broke that night, you went out to get a Plan B the next morning, knowing you and Ethan weren’t ready to be parents yet. What you didn’t know was that you were ovulating at the time, and that the future-saving morning after pill wouldn’t work.

When you started to get sick every day, Quinn started to pick up on it. She had her suspicions and asked you to take a test. Your heart sank when you saw the plus sign, but you had no idea how to tell Ethan. Especially when Mindy was so convinced that he was one of the prime suspects in the most recent killings happening around campus. You didn’t know what to believe, especially after your ex-girlfriend was one of the people killing off your friends in Woodsboro the year before. She even tried to kill you, but you were saved after getting stabbed four times.

As you sat at the table with your friends, you couldn’t keep your secret any longer. Quinn already knew, but you had to tell the rest of them.

As Chad started his “Core Five” speech, and Sam confessed to her fling with Danny, you decided it was the right time to let it out.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, the room instantly getting silent.

Everyone exchanged glances as your cheeks turned red.

“Wait…what?” Chad asked, his shocked expression very similar to everyone else’s.

“Is that why you keep getting sick?” Sam asked, before Mindy spoke up.

“Okay, this is one of the main rules. You aren’t supposed to have sex!”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a little too late for that advice. Shouldn’t that rule be updated, though? Everyone is sleeping with someone.”

“But you’re the one sleeping with a killer,” she smirked, “Sweet, dorky Ethan is Ghostface. Just like Amber.”

“You don’t know that,” you said, as she scoffed.

“Where is he right now?” she questioned, everyone’s eyes landing on you again.

“He’s at Econ.”

Everyone’s phones started to chime. It made you all feel uneasy, your heart pounding as you saw the picture of Ghostface with Quinn.

You all jumped up, standing outside of her bedroom door. You were hoping it was some sick prank, but after the events that happened in Woodsboro, you knew it wasn’t.

You didn’t have much time to think of a plan before the masked figure threw Quinn’s body out of the room, resting against you before she fell to the floor. When Ghostface charged out of the room, you were in the direct path, but they went around you. You noticed Chad and Tara running out the front door, following them to what would hopefully be safety. The second you made it out, the door slammed behind you, and you heard the numerous locks on the door click.

“Fuck, guys!” you yelled to Tara and Chad who were a few sets of stairs down from you. “They’re still in there! The door just got locked!”

They ran back up, the sounds of Chad’s fists banging on the door and the screaming coming from inside the apartment echoing off the walls.

“I don’t have my keys or my phone,” you panicked, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“I don’t either,” Tara said, pounding on the door and screaming for Sam.

After a few minutes, the screams became fainter. You started to lose hope, thinking that all your friends inside were dead. The three of you were crying outside of the door, before Chad spoke up.

“I need to get you two somewhere safe,” he said, nudging you and Tara towards the stairs.

When you made it outside, you bumped into Sam, Mindy and Danny. Mindy was sobbing, and Sam’s face was somber.

“Where’s Anika?” you asked, as Mindy cried harder. Your eyes went wide, “No…”

“Anika and Quinn,” was all Sam could get out before getting choked up.

You all cried as you hugged each other on the sidewalk when the cop cars pulled up. Everyone was questioned before Detective Bailey arrived. He was closest to you because you were the closest to Quinn. He treated you like a daughter, regularly taking you and Quinn out for dinner. You tried to comfort him as he cried, but you didn’t know how to. He’d already lost one of his children in a car accident, and the other was murdered in the room next to yours.

When the ambulance arrived, they kept trying to find the source of your bleeding. You started to feel faint as you tried to explain that it was Quinn’s blood on you, your vision getting spotty. You dropped to your knees, unable to keep your balance. When Sam told the paramedics that you were pregnant, they put you on the stretcher and monitored you as the sun started to rise.

“I’m okay, really,” you said, after an hour of laying there. They were in the process of giving you an IV, hoping the fluids would help with your extreme dizziness.

“The bag’s close to empty. You’re almost done,” the paramedic said, hooking you up to the machine to check your vitals for what felt like the hundredth time.

You watched Mindy get her stitches, completely unfazed. She was so heartbroken, and you just wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay. You could only imagine what it would’ve felt like if you were in her position, and Ethan was the one laying under the tarp.

As your IV was finally getting taken out, Ethan pushed through the crowd of people and lifted the caution tape to walk over towards everyone. Chad jumped up, having a heated exchange with Ethan as he shoved him against a car.

“I had Econ!” you heard him yell, his eyes scanning the friend group. “Where is she?”

“Ambulance,” Chad said, as Ethan’s eyes connected with yours. He ran towards you, before Mindy stopped him.

“Stay the fuck away from her, Ghostface,” she snapped, as Ethan looked back towards you.

“Jesus Christ, I had Econ!”

“It’s okay, Mindy,” you mumbled, as she moved so Ethan could join you in the back of the ambulance.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked, grabbing your hand. His eyes were filled with panic.

“I’m okay, I just got really dizzy earlier.”

“Thank god, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” Mindy scoffed at his words, thinking about Anika.

After checking out the abandoned theater, and Gale getting attacked, you decided that you needed to head back to Woodsboro. You needed to be with your family, and as much as you wanted to be there for your friends, they were all supportive of you going home. You didn’t have just your own life to think about anymore, so you needed to be somewhere safe.

Ethan was really sad when you left, crying as he said goodbye to you at the airport while the rest of your friends watched. They didn’t trust you alone with him, they all had their suspicions that he was the cause for everything that was happening.

“Please be safe,” you said, hugging Tara.

“You too. Let me know how everything goes after you get back home,” she said, alluding to the current situation, not wanting Ethan to overhear and wonder what she was talking about.

“I will.” you said, “I love you guys,” you waved, walking towards security.

You couldn’t tell Ethan about the baby, even though you were terrified that something could happen to him, and he’d never know he had a child. There was this awful feeling in the pit of your stomach. It could’ve been the trauma from your relationship with Amber, but you had no idea she was behind the Woodsboro murder spree, when you thought you knew everything about her. You thought you knew Ethan, but now you weren’t so sure.

When your plane landed, it felt surreal. Woodsboro was never a safe place to be, and now it was. When you made it to the entrance of the airport, your mom was crying, so happy that you were okay. You hadn’t told her about the baby yet, not wanting to send her into shock. She wanted to take you out for dinner, which you agreed to. The lack of food over the last couple days made you feel weak.

“Do you have anything special you want to do when you get home? Do you want to watch a movie or something?” she asked as she sat across the table from you.

“No, I really just want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow,” you smiled, taking a bite of your food.

You pulled out your phone to see a few texts from your friends, all of them checking to make sure you made it back okay. Then you noticed one from Ethan.

Ethan: I love you so much, and I miss you already. I can’t wait to see you again.

You: I love you too, baby

“You okay?” your mom asked, noticing the sad expression on your face.

“I can’t stop thinking about last year…about Amber. How could I have been so wrong about her?” you sighed, your mom’s sympathetic eyes meeting yours.

“She was sick, baby. I’m not trying to downplay it, because she killed two of my friends…and I know you were devastated when Wes and Liv were killed. She just had issues and needed serious help.”

Your mom got sad every time she talked about Dewey and Judy, you did too. You hated when she mentioned Wes because that was the death you took the hardest. Liv was the one Mindy suspected last time, and she was wrong then. You wanted so badly for her to be wrong this time, too.

When you made it home, you went upstairs and crawled into your bed. You felt safe with the alarm set downstairs, and your parents close by. You were finally able to get some much-needed rest.

Your mom woke you up the next morning, wanting to make sure she told you the news before you woke up and saw it yourself. Your heart broke as you listened to her speak about the few details that had been released. You checked your phone to see a text from Tara.

Tara: We’re okay, Chad’s in the hospital…but Ethan was in on it.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream

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semisgroupie · 2 years ago

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A LITTLE DISTRACTION

hanma shuji x fem. reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: college au, public sex, fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, finger sucking, creampie, denied orgasm (once), dubcon, tears, reader is called “sweetheart”, threat of getting caught, he’s very condescending and a big tease

synopsis: your boyfriend thinks you’ve been studying too much

a/n: this is my first time venturing into the world of present tense writing, don’t judge

Finals are the worst time to be on campus, everyone is cramming for all their exams and staying at the library at ungodly hours since it worked as an optimal studying space.

Everyone inside is cramming for their finals except your boyfriend, who decided to join you for moral support. He just didn’t know how long this moral support had to go on for.

He is seated next to you, watching you as your eyes scan over the text of your notes before you pick up your pen and write down what’s important to remember in your study guide. He lifts his arm to check the time then sets it down, “you’ve been studying nonstop for the past three hours.” His observation falls on deaf ears as you continue your movements, he lets out a sigh and places his hand on top of yours, halting your movements for a brief second.

“Shuji, this exam will be 35% of my grade. I wasn’t lucky enough to be in classes like yours where the final was a presentation during the semester.” You lift your eyes from your notebook and look at him, deep pools of gold are calling you in but you can’t afford to let yourself drown in them, not yet. “If you want to go back to the apartment then you should go without me, I’ll meet you back there once I’m done.”

“Like hell, there’s no way I’d let you walk back to the apartment alone this late at night. I’m staying here with you for however long it takes, I was just saying that because you haven’t touched anything I bought you from the vending machines downstairs.” He points to the untouched snacks and water he bought when you first walked into the library. You frown at the sight of them then turn your attention back to him, “I’m not hungry.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose then reaches over to grab the granola bar, he opens the packaging and holds it to your mouth. “Take a bite. If you don’t, I won’t leave you alone and I’ll get us kicked out. I’ll scream really loudly.” You raise an eyebrow at his threat but you don’t want to take the chance to determine if he’ll follow through or not. You lean in and take a bite of it then pull back as you chew it and swallow. “Good girl, now I’ll leave you alone.”

As the time passes he busies himself with games on his phone, watching some episodes of a show he downloaded and stealing your snacks. As each minute passes he also takes note of how empty the floor of the library you’re in is getting. He watches the last person leave then looks over at you, still writing down little notes in your study guide. He leans in close to your ear and places his hand on your leg, “sweetheart, everyone has gone home or back to their dorms. Don’t you think you need to do the same? Your test isn’t happening until next week so you can finish the study guide tomorrow.”

You force yourself to ignore the warm feeling of his hand on your leg and shake your head. “I can’t, this exam has some repeated questions from our midterm so I have to go over all my notes, all over again. We’ll go home soon, I promise.” You offer him a small smile, hoping that it’s enough to distract him while you stretch your fingers and hands to relieve the ache that’s building in them. But it’s not enough. His eyes travel to your hands and he watches how you massage them.

“Your hands are cramping, you’re writing too much. You need to take a break from this and just give your hands a rest.” You open your mouth to protest, to try to give him whatever excuse you can conjure on the fly but he beats you to the punch. His hand that had so conveniently rested itself on your leg has now moved up your thigh and is now grazing your slit over your panties. “If you won’t take a break yourself, I’ll just have to force you myself.”

He pulls your dampening panties to the side and lets his fingers explore your slit, collecting the juices that gather along his slender digits. Your shaky hand grabs your pen and your mind tries to focus on the words on the pages of your notebook. His fingers slide up and down your glistening slit and you can faintly hear the wet noises his movements make. You try your hardest to focus but the task is becoming nearly impossible as he slips his fingers inside you. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you feel the slight stretch and as his fingers start moving, you both curse and thank yourself for wearing a skirt.

He leans in close as he starts pumping his fingers faster, “seems like you just needed this all along, sweetheart. Why would you deny yourself when I’m right here? You know I’ll help you whenever you need it.” He coos mockingly in your ear as his palm presses against your clit. You cover your mouth with one of your hands to keep your moans to a minimum and you finally turn away from your notes to look at him. You can finally allow yourself to drown in the golden pools that have been waiting for you.

You silently plead for him to continue, to let you cum as the feeling builds in the pit of your stomach. You feel slightly light-headed from how skilled his fingers are, the warmth spreads throughout your entire body as it waits for that release you’re craving. “Are you gonna cum for me? Oh I feel it sweetheart, poor thing you’re just so close, aren’t you?” You nod as best as you can at his words, you don’t trust your voice enough to actually vocalize your want and desire. He continues his movements, curling his fingers up to touch the sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

You can feel it, you can taste the orgasm on your tongue. You’re so close, like a runner that sees the finish line after a marathon. All you need to do is cross it, you’re right there. Just a few more steps and it’s gone? It’s gone, the sensation, the feeling of his fingers, it’s no longer there. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath you take and you look at your boyfriend with big pitiful eyes. A smirk dances along his lips before he brings his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“What? Are you gonna cry for me just because of a denied orgasm? Look at the tattoo on my hand sweetheart, this is your punishment. But don’t worry, I’m not that mean, I’ll give you what you need, okay?” You have to blink away your tears before he starts teasing you about that some more and then you watch how he undoes his pants. His movements are swift and his cock quickly springs out, all hard and leaking precum. You lick your lips at the sight of it but your boyfriend has other plans.

His hands grip your hips and he pulls you onto his lap. He moves one hand from you to grip the base of his cock while the other guides you to sit down on his aching length. “There we go.” He groans as he watches you take his cock and once you’re seated on it completely you can’t help the moan of pleasure that leaves your lips. But it’s a little too loud for his liking. His left hand with sin tattooed on it goes up to your mouth and he pushes two of his fingers inside, pressing down against your tongue.

“I know you can’t help it but I need you to be quiet, I know you don’t want the librarian to see what a needy little slut you are, do you?” You shake your head and let out a muffled “no” in response.

“Good girl, now get to bouncing.” You lean forward and grip the table in front of you as you start bouncing. You have to force yourself to fight against your natural instinct of slamming down on him so you don’t end up making too much noise. His other hand flips your skirt up so he can watch his cock disappear inside you. “Fuck, I love when you ride me like this sweetheart, your ass looks even more perfect than usual. You just drive me insane.” His hand smooths over your ass while he presses down on your tongue more to muffle all your sounds that threaten to escape.

You feel the burn in your legs as you continue bouncing on his cock but it’s all worth it once you get what you need. You need to cum, you feel the sensation building again, your body is getting even hotter than the last time and you shut your eyes to savor it. His hand moves from your ass to grip your waist as he thrusts up into you. You’re pushed over the edge, diving headfirst into the sweet bliss of your orgasm. He pushes his fingers further into your mouth, making you gag on them so he could keep you quiet. He grits his teeth as he thrusts up a few more times until he reaches the precipice of his own orgasm. His cum fills you up as he pulls you back against him.

Both of your bodies twitch against each other as you both come down from the highs of your orgasms. Heavy breaths leave you both and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Once he feels you’ve relaxed around him enough, he pulls you off his cock and quickly covers your cum filled pussy with your panties. He helps you fix yourself up a bit before tucking his cock back into his pants.

“Now let’s put all these away and head back to the apartment. We’re not done yet.” Your eyes widen a bit at his words and you let out a breathy laugh. “You’re insatiable Shuji.”

He helps you gather your papers and leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, “what I should be hearing is, ‘thank you for the distraction’.” You turn your head to face him and press your lips to his for a short moment before pulling away.

“Thank you for the distraction, Shuji.”

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baby-alien11 · 2 years ago

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can I get a poly chad x fem!reader x Tara headcannons for scream 6 with no ghostface? reader is a roommate of Anika’s or something!

Hii anon, thanks for sending the request

I hope you like how I wrote your idea

being in a relationship with Chad and Tara

You've been friends with Anika since elementary school so it wasn't a surprise that both of you decided to go to the same college as roomates

Arriving at Blackmore, both of you entered your shared dorm noticing a girl already there accommodating her things in one of the rooms, along with her brother and other girl shorter than the both of them

That's how you and Anika ended being part of the Core Four group, along with Ethan who was roomie with Chad, and Quinn who shared an appartment with Sam and Tara

Soon enough, Anika and Mindy started dating

While you, Chad and Tara got close

Even when the three of you had different majors, study sessions almost everyday were now a tradition

That study sessions and all the time that the three of you spend together, alone or with the whole group, made new feelings develope between you three

Of course it wasn't a surprise that you liked boys and girls, basically you and Anika came out almost at the same time

During movie nights the three of you sat together in the same sofa, alternating the person who's turn is next to sit in the middle

They even trusted you so much, that they told you what they went trough last year in Woodsboro

And after hearing that, you ended up crying an telling them how strong they were for surviving that horrible experience

The most time you spend with both of them, you realised the feelings developing towards the two of them

But you didn't tell them those feelings because you didn't know how could they react to that

That was until during a dinner night in a cafeteria close to the apartment, Chad decided to do something about the situation

"I like you", Chad suddenly said

Hearing those three words, you and Tara looked at each other in confussion because he said that so abruptly

"Context please", you asked still confused

"Please promise me that you won't run after this, both of you", Chad spoke at what you and Tara nodded, "Okay, here we go, in this last months I've started to develope feelings for both of you, like more than friends"

"Thank God I'm not the only one who felt this way", you sighed in relief

"Wait, really?", Tara asked with a little smile

"It's not a secret I like boys and girls", you shrugged

"So, I guess we all in the same page", Chad continued now smiling, "What if we tried something? A relationship between the three of us, if it doesn't work we forget this happened and continue as friends, how does it sound?"

Sharing a look with Tara for a few seconds, both of you nodded with little smiles

"Throuple power! High five!", Chad exclaimed with excitement rasing both of his hands

"If you do that again we will break up with you", Tara threatened

That same night, the rest of the group was informed of the relationship situation, and certainly they had a mix of emotions like surprise, confusion and happiness

Things didn't change a lot after the relationship started

During go outs, Chad carried two jackets, one for the both of you

He didn't saw those jackets after that

On movie nights, the two place sofa was now yours, you and Chad sitting in it and Tara on top of both of you due to her being the smallest

Cooking together dinner for everyone (which almost all the time ended up with a little disaster)

Lots of cuddling, specially after an stressful day of classes

When you are late for class and have to run around the campus to go to your respective classes, Chad decided at one point to carry both of you and Tara to run towards your classrooms in order to be on time

Chad even let Tara and you to do make ups on him just for fun and post some of the photos on Instagram

The first kiss between the three of you was a little akward because when you attempted do do it, all of your noses collided with each other leaving a bruise in your noses for a few days

Chad is a simp

He often carry both of your bags around campus, your purses when going out to dinner or during shopping, if one of you had to do a big project he would carry it, doesn't matter how small or big it is

At parties, Tara had the habit to drink more than her body could hold, so you and Chad had to hold her hand in order to not loose her in the crowd

There was one time when she arrived too drunk to the apartment that you and Chad had to sit for two hours listening to Sam scolding you for letting Tara drink her weight in alcohol

Of course Quinn filmed the entire thing and send it to the groupchat

After that, both of you made sure to make her throw up before leaving the party and gave her water to hydratate

Of course, after a month of trying the whole throuple thing, everything worked well so the relationship continued

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ash5monster01 · 10 days ago

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Getaway Camp : Epilogue

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: language, new beginnings, slight frustration, embarrassment, acceptance, fluff

Summary: It’s move in day at school and Charlie finally feels like his life was going the way it was meant to be even if there was some things he wanted to change.

word count: 2.5k

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Twenty ←

August 26th 1961

What’s shockingly the most comfortable to Charlie is the chaos of move in day at college. Yes it’s all strangers and hundreds of them, triple the amount of any other schools he had gone to in his life. It should be unnerving, almost a little overwhelming, but it’s the only thing that allows the boy the breathe as he tries to find his dorm. It feels just like the start of every school year at Welton, familiar and something Charlie was a pro at. Yet maybe it was because this feeling always led to meeting up with Neil in a dorm.

A week ago when he was finally able to get in his car and drive away from camp he decided to go home. A shock to everyone, especially his parents, but something had changed in him this summer. Maybe it was Ezra, or Valerie, or just himself but he didn’t think it would be worth it to waste money on a hotel for a week when he could try and start having a real relationship with his family. When he left this morning it was the first time his Dad had ever wished him luck and hugged him goodbye. The first person he wanted to tell was Ezra.

Now he was alone at this big school in a big city but for some reason his heart eased. He had worked for this his entire life, it may not be all of his dream but his efforts are what got him here. He deserved this and he hoped wherever Valerie was right now she was as happy as him, embracing the next chapter of each of their lives even if they’re apart. She was probably crushing college already, running the show like the rockstar she was. He had no reason to dwell, he could trust all was good in her world.

“Oh shit” a kid stumbles in front of him, luggage flopping on the ground and popping open. Charlie chuckles as the clumsiness reminds him of Spaz.

“Hey man” Charlie says as he sets his own bag down and bends to help him throw some displaced clothes back in the case.

“Hey thank you” the guy smiles, clearly needing a friendly face and accepting Charlie’s. When the case is locked close once again they stand together.

“If you’re looking for room assignments you can tag along with me, kind of a zoo around here?” Charlie offers and real grin appears on his face. He’s a bit shorter than Charlie which is surprising considering Charlie wasn’t all that tall. He had jet black hair and green eyes, he almost looked elfish and Charlie was banking on making his first friend here. Clumsy or not.

“Hey thanks, I’m Lenny” and Charlie almost wants to snort at how perfect the name fits the guy before him. Smiling he nods his head.

“Nice to meet you Lenny, I’m Charlie” and the guy beams as if Charlie is somehow the first friend he had ever made. Charlie actually wouldn’t be all that surprised if he was.

Charlie starts walking first, following the vague directions to student dorms he had been given. Lenny follows like a lost puppy behind him but this time his anxious look had been replaced with one of excitement. Usually it was Neil who adopted new kids to hangout with, apparently he had rubbed off on Charlie. It’s not long until they’re faced with one of the massive buildings on the campus, swarms of students and families loading moving bags. They were definitely in the right place.

“Did you hear we have unisex dorms? Apparently female admission tripled since the last year and they had no other option” Charlie freezes in his tracks at Lenny’s words, eyeing how there was male and female students carrying their belongings inside.

“I didn’t, that’s kind of cool” sixteen year old Charlie would’ve been over the moon. Eighteen year old love struck Charlie feared falling for another girl. Yet he made no hopes because he knew exactly how that worked out for him last time. Damn lifeguards.

“I’ve never even talked to a girl, now I could live across the hall from one” Lenny excitedly whispers and Charlie chuckles and shakes his head at the boy.

“Maybe we’ll even score you a date” Charlie encourages him and the boy looks at him as if he hung the moon and stars. Charlie just smiles before pushing through the doors of the dorm building.

“Really?” Lenny eagerly asks as he chases behind him but Charlie never answers as a bubbly blonde with a clipboard approaches them both. She’s wearing a million watt smile and Charlie’s right back at camp, checking in with Josie on his first day.

“Welcome new students, have you been assigned a dorm yet?” she asks cheerfully and Charlie matches her smile to greet her kindly.

“No we haven’t, if possible I’d like to room with this guy right here” he points his thumb over his shoulder and if Lenny didn’t worship him before he really did now.

“Great! I see we’re already making friends. Well I have a room on the second floor available…. Dorm 216!” she grins, passing over two sets of keys to Charlie before clicking her pen. “Can I have the names?”

Charlie repeats both quickly for her and then she happily gives them directions to the staircase. Charlie’s just glad he wouldn’t have to climb five flights of stairs within this chaos. Arguing parents, annoyed kids his age, and younger siblings fill the building with a sound decimal that made Charlie crave the quiet night ahead of him. It’s a maze weaving around people on the stairs and in the halls. When they finally reach the second level Charlie breaths a sigh of relief, passing each door. 201, 202, 203, and so on. Of course he’d be at the end of the hall.

Just with his luck the key struggles to open the door, jamming and getting caught with each turn. It frustrates him like no other being so close yet so far from the end of this journey. His moves become more aggressive as he tries harder while wiggling the knob. Lenny attempts to step in but clearly Charlie isn’t looking for help, he just wants the damn door to open. Mumbled swears fall from his lips as he slaps a hand at the door and tries both of the keys. He did not want to visit with Josie’s long lost twin to find another key that probably didn’t exist. It surely had to be jammed, there was no other option. When Lenny bumps into him he’s damn near ready to snap.

“Whoops, sorry boys. Just trying to sneak by” an unfamiliar voice indicates it hadn’t been Lenny’s fault and Charlie gives up as he turns to look. First it’s the legs, long and tan and a mile high as his eyes crawl to a small plaid skirt. He knew this body, these mannerisms, almost as well as his own. When his eyes finally lift to meet hazel he’s met with the most gorgeous sight and three large men behind her like body guards.

“Valerie?” his voice is higher than normal, confusion and happiness filling him. Unable to keep his balance, trying to find his thoughts, he leans back against the door. It’s this moment it finally gives and in seconds Charlie is falling backward into the dorm room with a loud thud. A giggle escapes past Valerie’s lips and he can’t even be annoyed when he hears the sound he never thought he would again.

“Easy there Ace, you look like you’ve seen a ghost” she grins as one of the men move to help Charlie up. His arm is damn near ripped from his socket as he’s lifted from the ground with ease.

“Apparently I have” he says, brushing dirt from his clothes as he continues to try and process what’s happening in front of him.

“You never said you were attending Columbia” she states, arms crossing over her chest and Charlie tries not to look at the way her breasts lift. Especially since these three men had to be her brothers and Father.

“You didn’t either” he clarifies and she rolls her eyes, realizing just what idiots they both were. They really needed to work on their communication skills better.

“Dad, Victor, Vince, this is Charlie Dalton. One of Adler’s West Lake Lodge’s finest employees” Lenny gives Charlie a look at the long name and he shrugs at him as he prepares to meet the protectors of a girl he had violated, with her permission, many times before.

“Nice to meet you all, Valerie was a lifesaver this summer. Literally” her brothers chuckle at the lifeguard joke but her father still stands uncertain of the boy as he firmly shakes each of their hands.

“She’s kind of a control freak so that doesn’t surprise me” one of the boys say, both nearly identical and very close sounding names. Made it impossible for Charlie to try and determine who was who.

“Shut up Vince!” Valerie seethes as she tries to hit him but he backs away from his little sister’s wrath. Victor, the one to lift him up, protecting his brother.

“I hope you’re not a trouble maker Charlie. I’m already not very fond of these unisex living quarters and I don’t need anyone corrupting my little girl” oh if only he knew. That doesn’t stop Charlie from turning pale and stiffening where he stands. Valerie hides a smile behind her hand as he tries to impress the guy. That’s when all those years of training kick on.

“I promise I’ll be no trouble sir. I come from a long line of hard workers and have attended an all boys prep school my whole life. I’ve been taught the proper way to treat all women and am solely here for my studies and the opportunity to take over my father’s business” what a load of shit. That doesn’t stop the impressed look that Valerie gives him and he’s dying to kiss her. She truly couldn’t be real.

“That’s what I like to hear, now you boys get settled while we say goodbye to my little girl here” and Charlie nods, not looking to argue as he shuffles inside the dorm with Lenny and shuts the betraying door behind them. He felt like such a fool for falling on his ass in front of them.

“Who was that? She was beautiful!” Lenny beams as Charlie throws one of his suitcases on his bed. Charlie chuckles as Lenny does the same with his own.

“Valerie, she’s kinda my girlfriend” Lenny looks on wide eyed, so many questions filling his head at the thought of Charlie casually dating one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.

“What do you mean kinda?” Lenny asks but Charlie doesn’t have the time to explain this humiliating story of how he fell for the girl of his dreams but never actually told her what college he was going to. His day was suddenly better and as of this moment he really knew she was meant to be. The camp had been a stroke of luck, pure coincidence they met and had cabins beside one another. This was fate, a sign from the universe telling him this is exactly the way it should be. That they were meant to be together.

Charlie isn’t given the opportunity to answer when the once stubborn door swings open with ease and the girl of his dreams comes barreling inside. He’s wrapped in her arms in seconds and he wastes no time pressing his mouth against her own in a dizzying kiss and lifting her up. Lenny doesn’t need confirmation anymore as he sees the girls legs wrap around his waist and hold onto Charlie like he was an angel sent from heaven.

“God I could slap the shit out of you right now” she says breathily as she pulls away from him, not yet letting him go. He had to be a figment of her imagination.

“You never mentioned Columbia either, just that English degree” he points out and she rolls her eyes at them both. How stupid they were to never actually ask each other their full plans.

“All that talk about our futures and you think it would’ve came up” she jokes and Charlie shrugs, smirking at her and unable to believe she was finally in his arms. What a lucky bastard he was.

“I don’t know, how else do you think I ended up volunteering at camp? Adler’s is known for Columbia volunteers” and she scoffs, playfully hitting his shoulder before deciding she has no time to be frustrated. Instead kissing him deeply again because she couldn’t believe he was actually here.

“I’m really happy you’re here by the way” she says after pulling back, neither acknowledging Lenny who felt like he was intruding on something he shouldn’t be.

“Yeah, why’s that?” Charlie asks and Valerie grins like the devil, over the moon excited about this next part of her life.

“Because I knew we’d find out way back to each other and I have a private dorm” Charlie’s face goes serious as he finally turns to Lenny and sets Valerie on her feet, hand interlocking with her own.

“Yeah see you later man” and Charlie drags the girl out of his dorm, her giggling behind him as he crossed the hall into room 216 where there sat only one bed like a gift from God himself. The door shutting behind them and confirming everything was the way it was supposed to be.

“It’s like a dream come true” Valerie says, hands more suggestively landing on his body and Charlie smiles at her, so many questions but too much excitement to organize them.

“Already have me breaking the first promise I made to your father” he mutters and Valerie grins, aware of how ready he was for her already. A week without each other was already torture, at least it wasn’t a lifetime like they thought.

“Yeah but now you can look forward to a lifetime of making more to him” Valerie says, arms coiling around his neck and Charlie smiles as he wraps his own around her waist.

“Now I can look forward to sharing a lifetime with you” Charlie corrects and that earns him a kiss, their first shared as official boyfriend and girlfriend and hopefully spouses one day. Nothing standing in their way this time, no deadline or clock ticking away the minutes. They had forever now.

“Oh also, who the heck is that guy?” Valerie asks, pointing back in the direction of Charlie’s dorm and he shrugs.

“I don’t know, some guy I met on the way to dorm assignments. He seemed cool so I offered to room with him” and Valerie just shakes her head at the simple boy who already picked out his first friend. She truly couldn’t wait for these next four years.

“You’re something special Ace” that brings a wide grin to Charlie’s face as he kisses her gently once more.

“And you’re everything I ever wanted V”

a/n: aghhhh guys I can’t believe this fic is actually over. It feels like forever ago since I started writing this but it was truly one of my favorites. 22 chapters later and here we are at the end of Charlie and Valerie’s story I had planned all along. Now they can spend the rest of their lives together and happy, and clearly communicating from now on. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did and thank you for reading 🤍

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velarisdusk · 4 months ago

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im bored tell me a random life story of yours

deciding if i go for meaningful or interesting....

my sophomore year of college, my boyfriend and i went on a halloweekend bender with a bunch of his friends. also bender is a bit generous of a word for it, we just went to our janky college club (RIP Pub, you will be missed; they tore it down to build apartments) 3 nights in a row. night 1 was fine, night 2 was questionable. but night 3? let me set the scene. (also putting this under the cut bc kinda long)

im dressed as a sexy german barmaid. obviously. the club is a quick hop skip and a jump from where my bf's dorm was on campus, so we walked bc who's gonna pay for an uber, it's right there. so a group of like 15 or so college kids who are like, 18-20 years old, are laughing and stumbling through campus (bc we pregamed. obviously.) and everything is going great until we walk by campus cops and everyone goes quiet. like why would you do that thats so fucking suspicious.

n e way, my bf and i were towards the back of the group so we kinda walked around and waited for them further up bc we weren't getting a citation goodbye. they ended up fine, so we all get to the club, have our fun, i have no clue how much i drank that night but it was more than enough. my bf and i tell everyone we'll meet them back at the dorms, and walk to the mcdonalds a couple of streets down from the club. we eat, whatever, walk back.

something abt me is i either wear a push up bra or no bra. you'll see me one day with C's and the next with A's, that's just how it is and idc. sometimes outfits need more or less boob and i can accomodate that. so i take off my VS bombshell bra bc its tight, and ask my bf to hold it bc his costume had big ass pockets. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW, THIS BRA IS SEVENTY DOLLARS. we get back to the dorm and he realizes its not in his pocket. this man lost my seventy dollar bra. and we'd only been dating for a month atp so he was like, sweating.

we retrace our steps and we're abt to give up hope (just remembering rn that this is the night i peed in a bush by the campus gym bc i could not make it to a bathroom), when on this very lowlight street, we're abt to cross paths with a dude who looks like hes tweakingggg, but my bf goes ahead and asks "yo bro, you seen a bra on the ground" and im rolling my eyes bc this is so stupid im ready to cut my losses and go home

"actually yeah bro wtf, it was right on that corner" points behind him

we thank him, we're laughing, we go get my bra, it's all nice and pristine, all good, and then the campus cops show up. different ones from earlier but they were driving by and they slowed down next to us and basically asked why we were picking a bra up off the ground. cue us trying to casually explain what happened without baiting them into asking our age bc underage drinking is very very bad

#not the most interesting i think but #my life is relatively drama free #it was either this or tell you about the time i almost swallowed dish soap #not as interesting

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l6ndrys · 2 years ago

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Could you do a oneshot where reader is around 18-19 years old and they're ghostface and jill roberts younger adopted sibling, and they basically did it for revenge for what happened to Jill (and they wanna carry on her legacy by getting famous off this), and they plan on going after everyone sidney knows, which means they're after any survivor of ghostface. So basically instead of having a whole reveal and quinn and her dad being ghostfaces, it's just ethan and reader that are ghostfaces and they frame Quinn and Bailey but the core 4 and gkirby and gale don't know because they had arrived after ethan and reader were done setting up the "aftermath" of the reveal (yk like they injure themselves purposely, and make It look like quinn and Bailey did it). So flash forward a week or two ethan and reader gather the core 4, kirby, and gale at readers house or apartment, and ethan and reader reveal themselves as ghostface (you can decide whether they lose or not, also can reader and ethan be dating secretly but reader betrays him like Jill did Charlie)

a/n : thank you for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy :D

this fic contains : cursing, mentions of death, stabbing, g*ns, blood, murder, violence, etc!! pls stay safe <3

better than revenge

ethan landry x reader

you sat next to anika, eyes glued to the television screen. the news reporter talking about the film students who you just so happened to have a little, chat, with. you weren't really listening, only hearing a panicked sam telling tara to pack her things. a phone starts ringing, making everyone's heads turn toward the noise. it was quinn's.

"it's my dad" she says, picking up and leaving to go into her room. you looked over to ethan, who was already looking up at you. the plan was working. soon enough quinn was speed-walking around the room, grabbing her coat and keys. she pulls the phone away from her face, "hey i've gotta go down to the station, i'll be back in a bit"

before anyone could say anything, she slams the door shut, clearly in a hurry. soon enough, a photo of quinn's drivers license flashed up on the tv, covered in blood at the crime scene. voices started to murmur around the room, you took this as your sign to leave.

"hey, i'm probably gonna head back to my dorm. make sure my roommate's okay." you say, gathering your stuff. "woah wait, no you're not leaving. we need to stay together." mindy says, leaving anika's grasp by standing up. ethan stands up too, "i'll walk them there, plus we both have econ tomorrow. we can be each other's alibis."

mindy looks at us, suspiciously eyeing us down before sighing, "fine, but if you go missing any other time, i swear to god–" chad cuts her off with an 'okay calm down', turning to the both of you with an apologetic look on his face. you turn to leave, letting ethan grab his stuff, before opening the door and leaving the apartment.

you both walk down the dimly lit sidewalks towards campus, occasionally bumping shoulders. ethan clears his throat, which makes you turn to him, "so what's next?" it makes you wanna roll your eyes, but you turn to him, "next, we frame quinn and her dad. i thought we already went over this?" he just nods, turning back towards the sidewalk ahead of you.

he understood why you were doing this, all for your sister's legacy. but why did you need him? he didn't wanna think too much about it, he was just happy to help you get revenge.

tara had told you quinn was out hooking up with some guy downtown, you didn't really know. all you knew was she was out, and could only imagine her dad was trying to solve the case of the murders. you told—no—sent ethan to pay a visit to your friends. since they knew you and ethan were both at 'econ', they could only assume it none other than quinn.

you, on the other hand, were getting ready for your part of the plan in your dorm. you had followed your sister's steps with this one. you plunged the knife into your thigh, grimacing while you twisted it. you just hoped ethan would be on time before you actually died.

you hit your limbs into different types of furniture, making sure bruises would form, breaking anything you could to make it look like you were attacked. you added a slash or two on your stomach and arms, before stumbling to your kitchen. you placed the knife in the sink, making sure to wash your blood off of it before going to lay in your spot.

you honestly didn't even have to fake cry. with how much pain you were in, your tear ducts did the job for you. just then the door slams open, revealing ethan. he looks like he's worried, despite him knowing the plan before hand, as well as putting on the whole nerdy act. you could hear him on the phone, probably calling kirby or someone, saying that you were both being attacked. everything faded to black before you could say anything.

it had been a couple weeks since the "incident". with ethan planting all of the evidence pointing to quinn and her dad being the murderers, kirby and gale were having a little 'survivor get together' or so they called it. you offered to have it at your place, since it was already fixed and pretty spacious, considering your roommate moving out after you were attacked.

you were the recent talk of blackmore university, and you were loving it. jill was right, you didn't need friends. you needed followers. and you'd be damned if you gonna let it stop. you needed to be sure to keep her legacy alive, you just had to get rid of the other woodsboro massacre survivors. and your little boyfriend in the process.

which you didn't even know if you could call him that. sure, in another life, another timeline, he'd be your dream guy. but that was another life. not this one.

you held up your glass of what was not wine, but you toasted anyway, "to the survivors," you fake smiled, looking to ethan, who was at the back of the room. he had a look that only you'd seen, and to be completely honest, it was hot.

"though," this caught people's attention, "i don't know if i'd call you that after tonight." confused looks shot over everyone's faces, "what do you mean y/n?" tara asked.

"oh its simple, really. i was tasked with a dying wish. my sister, jill," a look that you couldn't decipher wiped over kirby's face, "was murdered. she wanted to be famous like our cousin sidney. she would've loved social media these days and how easy a sob story can make you famous. too bad she never got to see it."

"jill never had a sibling." kirby said, clearly mad she'd been tricked again. "oh but she did. i came around right before her death. i was adopted and she just so happened to leave behind notes upon notes about herself. a guide, if you will, to go by. don't you think it's time for a little revenge?" you say, looking toward ethan, nodding.

kirby reaches for her gun, realizing it wasn't there. you wave it around, acting like a little kid mocking the other kid after stealing their toy. ethan stabs her, multiple times, leaving her to fall on the ground. ethan knew you had to act like you both got attacked again, putting his arms in the air, letting you know he was ready.

"sorry but there can only be one sole survivor" you whispered in his ear, stabbing him in the chest. you were really following in your sister's footsteps. he looked defeated, having been betrayed but you didn't really care. you needed to find the rest of the fuckers that snuck away.

you dropped the gun for a second, pulling the knife out of his chest. you reach for the gun, realizing it's not there. you turn to see tara holding the gun, "say hi to your sister for me." she says, pulling the trigger, shooting you in the chest. at least you could say you fufilled your older sister's legacy.

a/n : THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY IM NOT THE BEST AT WRITING ACTION LMAO ITS DEFINITELY SOMETHING I NEED TO WORK ON!! BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

#𓆩♡𓆪 ami writes #ethan landry x reader #scream x reader #scream 2023 #scream vi x reader

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itzjustmonikas · 2 years ago

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A Joyous Discovery

(Jade x reader with no specified gender)

-Due to Jades love for different unique plants, and him being apart of the mountain appreciation club, he often encounters many rare herbs, fruits, and vegetables growing in the areas he searches for different types of mushrooms. If he ever feels like it, he would sometimes bring home some of the side discoveries he makes and show it to you and Floyd. He would usually try to search it up and learn more about the plant, jotting key things he needs to remember such as the leaf shape and it's properties to remind himself of it's uses and learn to identify it if he ever comes across it again. If he finds out it's edible he would try to look for a recipe including the ingredient and make it, inviting you to join him from time to time and sharing the end product with you, Floyd, and Azul. As time goes on he begins to find joy in foraging for wild edible plants and begins creatively incorporating it into different recipes of his, branching out from following others's recipes. He finds it amusing to see the reaction of people being suspicious of him while trying out his original creations and end up loving it and wanting more. This one time he invited you over to the dorm and wanted to try out making a pastry out of Ramps and Ramsons (wild onion and garlic), it took a lot of trial and error to get the right ratio of ingredients and temperature for perfect flakiness and ideal flavor but you guys did it in the end. It was a hit with the others and Azul suggested on putting it as a seasonal item on the Mostro Lounge menu. You all thought it was a good idea as it was pretty cost efficient with the fact that the main ingredients are free and there is a surplus amount of it each year left unharvested. You guys all work together and harvested lots of Ramps and Ramsons and started prepping all of them for cooking while freezing out the extras that might not last long enough for the next restock. The pastry was an instant hit on campus, almost everyone rushed to the Mostro Lounge during lunch and there was barely anyone at the school cafeteria. The lines were so long that you guys could barely keep up so some students offered to help just to get a taste of the delicacy. It was so good to the point that even NRC staff members tried getting their hands on it. In the end, it made a lot of money and has become a staple item that students all know about and aims to have the next time it is available. After a longgggg day of working, all the other staff has already left and went to bed while you and Jade find yourselves sitting and enjoying dinner together. You guys finally get time to relax and chat together, talking about funny instances that happened throughout the day and sharing a laugh at some extra outrageous things. You both seem to have neverending topics to talk about together, ranging from schoolwork to close friends to future recipes and looking back on how you guys spend hours in the kitchen working together. Even though you were both physically and mentally tired, it was still a joyous moment that brought happiness and pulled you guys closer. Jade would definitely not mind working extra hard and being tired, as long as he gets to do it with you and enjoy moments like these to cherish forever.

I think this fic can also work with characters like Trey and Ruggie as Trey is good at baking and Ruggie knows a lot about foraging loll

I really hope you guys like this 💖 please let me know if there are any ways in which I could improve!My next post will be an Azul fic that I hope will be to you guys's liking :)

I chose to write about Jade because he is usually stationed in Mostro Lounges kitchen and most likely is tasked with finding new recipes, combining that with his special interest is this imagine~

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Story Time

Media Slaughterhouse Rulez

Character Willougby Blake

Couple Willougby X reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Say 18

Kinktober concept Vicarphilia

I headed through the vast slaughter campus with Donald in tow whining as usual about his little lady, I didn't pay much attention in all honestly, just nodded and agreed, if even that half the time before I even could give any response at all he was onto the next point. But I perked up and smiled as I saw a familiar figure stuffed into an Andromeda uniform skirt with her bag in hand heading this way.

"Why hello" I smirked as soon as she was within earshot

"Well hello sir, don't you look like a handsome gentleman"

"Humm such sweet words from such a pretty lady"

"I Believe this is yours. I hope you enjoy it" she smirked handing over my MP3 player and heading off on her way

I smirked shoving the player into my pocket and watching that cute little skirt head away,

"Uhhh what was that about?" Donald asks very confused

"That is my business." I glared at him "Come on"

I got myself settled in the study room, everyone else was in the dorm fast asleep but I liked staying in here some nights, I laid on the sofa with a blanket the lights all off I grabbed the player I got back from y/n today putting my headphones in ready for story time, as I started one of the new tracks hearing her sweet sultry voice

""Awww you're so cute. Hummm I know how I can make you cum" he smirked as his tail moved to stroke her thigh

"No! No no no!" she squealed

"It doesn't bite little one," he Cooes playfully biting her neck "you don't need to fear it's not sharp or anything, I'll be gentle" he smirked as it moved closer and stroked her gently before slipping inside

"Uuuuuuuhhh!"

"Fuck! You feel so good" he growled moving his tail to

"Uhhh stop please I-"

"Fuck it!" He yelled before moving unlocking her hands and her ankles throwing her onto the floor by the fire on her stomach before she could push herself up he laid ontop of her nesting himself between her legs pressing his leather pants against her ass he grabbed her hair pulling it hard

"Oww!"

"I've waited long enough" he growled"

I loved listening to the stories she finds for me all the smutty little tales she finds on those pervy websites she likes and the sound of her beautiful voice as she tells the tale was enough to make me beyond hard

""as a formal agreement of our deal little one" he growled in her ear before licking her cheek and grinding his hard erection against her, he pulled up the small dress and slapped her ass hard

"Owwww!"

"Awww still sore? Don't worry I'll take your mind off it" he smirked unlacing his pants before grabbing her ass pulling her cheeks as far apart as possible before she could complain she felt him slip inside her far more impressive than his tail or the glass toy moving hilt deep so his hips met herown. she bit her lip trying not to expose the pleasure he caused her"uuuuuuuhhh! You feel so good- uuuuuuuhhh come here little one" he smirked holding her neck as he began his violent merciless thrusts often all that kept her face from the stone ass his light hair pulling and choking, her knees getting more and more grazed as they rubbed against the stone floor

she just tried desperately not to reveal the pleasure it caused her even if she was beyond close

"Uuuuuuuhhh master-'

"Come on little one, I can feel how bad you want it. Just scream for me and I'll let you cum"

"Ahhhhhhh uuuuuuuhhh master!"

"Fuck! You dirty girl" he smirked pulling out forcing her onto her back and slipping back inside wrapping her legs forcefully around his waist and kissing her neck "uughh! Come on I wanna hear you screaming in my ear"

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuhhh master!"

"Yeah? You like the master's cock little one?" He growled getting faster and faster and faster leaving her utterly breathless and submitting utterly to anything he wanted to do to her, she was so desperate "hummm because master likes your pussy very very much" he growled

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh!"

"Answer me little one""

I was doing my best not to moan my erection throbbing, my body squirming listening to her voice say such things to me I knew I was close I wanted to finish so desperately

""Yes! Yes master!"

"You like master's cock inside you?"

"Yes master!"

"You want your master to make you cum?'

"Yes master please!"

"Uuughhh! Fuck! I'll cum in your dirty little mouth you keep screaming like that" he smirked

"Master please!'

"Awww you're really that close?" He smirked moving back to stare down at her as she gasped her back arching off the floor her hips wiggling and squirming wanting him to continue "beautiful" he Cooes grabbing her dress and ripping it open to expose her leaving the fabric as nothing but a cloth to lay on, "hummm maybe I should just lock you back up, see how you feel tomorrow morning" he smirked

"No please"she whined

"Awww you need me that bad little one?' he smirked gently moving his hips

"Uuuhh please!"

"You want me that badly little one?" He smirked wrapping his tail Around her waist to prevent her squirming "fine. But no pouting when you get what you asked for" he smirked returning to his merciless pace biting at her neck any chance he got and it didn't take much longer before

"Ahhhhhhh uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh! Master! Master!' she screamed her back arching and her body pressed against his own digging her nails into his arms

"Uuuhh uuughhh! Uuughhhh!" He groans his hips moving quickly as he burried his seed inside her "fuck- you cum hard little one. Could barely take it inside you when you cum. Hummm you must really love masters cock" he smirked grabbing her neck forcing her up with him as he moved to sit by the fire pulling her into his lap forcefully slightly choking her neck as he moved her to sit on his lap still with him inside her his seed now slightly leaking out of her along with her wetness she slightly panicked as he pulled her so tight his tail squeezing her body tightly he saw her panic and smirked his dark eyes looking though me "Awwww, who said we were done little one?"

"Our story will continue next week Willougby" Her cute voice giggled

and the recording ended

"No no no no! Ughhh I'm so close" I groaned she always does this stops it short to tease me but I smirked and simply selected an old favourite of mine and slipped my hand under my shorts-

#asabutterfeild #asa sweet #asa butterfeild #asa butterfield #asa #will blake #willoughby smut #willoughy blake #willoughbyblake #willoughby blake

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mysticnightmarewrites · 2 years ago

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the night we met - Ch. 4

Gendry's life may be a series of closed doors that can never open again, but he revisits all the times when those doors were just opening for him and Arya. There's a raunchy house party, a love confession in the library, and the day that changed everything.

Read Ch. 1-3 on Tumblr

SONG: "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron PAIRING: Arya/Gendry LENGTH: 1.5k words WARNINGS: Fic is 18+ (minors DNI)

When I had finally saved up enough money to finish my degree slowly, I had considered coming back here to Riverlands U. It would have been so easy, but deep down I knew I could never return to the place where I was loved by her. A few years later, I finished my online degree, and soon after, Tobho offered to sell me the shop so he could retire. It was what I had come to hope for. But the day I hung my certificate up on the wall of my – my! – office, it finally sunk in. None of it meant anything without Arya Stark to share it with.

I sank into the magic before its icy hands could grab hold of me, slowly drifting into the pulsating rhythm that throbbed in time with Arya's racing heartbeat. The house party was in full swing, and Arya's back was glued to my front, my hand around her hip. She may have been rubbing her ass on my past self, but I could almost feel it now too.

It all came back to me so clearly, the memory cutting through the fog of cheap booze. We'd just finished finals. Everyone had a bit of steam to blow off, and the lure of free beer had been too strong. Arya had showed up at my dorm room wearing a loose mesh shirt over a neon green bra and a skirt so short I wanted to slide my hands up her thighs immediately. It hadn’t taken much convincing to get me across campus to a house lit up like a disco ball with college students dancing on the lawn. I'd go anywhere with her.

With every song, I watched myself fall under her spell more and more until she was pulling at my hand, dragging me upstairs to an abandoned room. Before I had been able to register her devious plans, she dropped to her knees and worked my clothing aside. There was so much to miss about my time with Arya, and the way she always knew her way around my body was one of them. I lingered for a few moments before my past self realized the door was still open and closed it in one smooth motion, cutting off my view of the past, even though the rest still played over in my mind. Once the whole world had been open before us, but now life was only a series of closed doors that could never be opened again. And there was a sinking feeling that some of them should never have been open to begin with.

The next time the magic pulled me away, I felt the rain before I could see it, the door fading away slowly like the changing seasons. Winter break of that year had just ended, and I saw myself waiting at the front doors of the library. Waiting to see Arya for the first time since she left on holiday. We'd never been apart so long since the day we met, and all I'd gotten were a handful of phone calls and a postcard with a cheerful Yule scene of Winterfell all covered in snow.

When her choppy brown hair popped out from around the corner, she ran for me, and I scooped her up as well as I could with a coffee balanced in one hand. The way she smiled up at me as I set her down had sent flutters into my heart then, and it left a deep ache in my chest as I watched it all happen from the outside.

"Black, just like you like it," I said, handing her the coffee as we went through the door.

"You know me so well."

It wasn't the first time I'd gotten her a coffee for a study session, but with us officially dating, it somehow felt like it meant so much more.

"I'm sorry I didn't call more. Bran's going off to study at Jon’s uni in the far north, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before."

"I totally get it," I said, pulling out a chair for her and delighting in the eye roll she gave me.

I'd never had a family, not a real one, so I hadn't really understood what it was like to capture those fleeting moments with them when you could. But being with Arya was like starting a new family. I always soaked in the times we got to be together like every single one of them was precious. That, I imagined, was what having a family was like.

"Rickon asked about you. He wanted to know where my boyfriend was." Her high pitched intonation over the word boyfriend was almost a perfect match for her youngest brother's when he teased us at Fall Feast the month before. It had felt strange being around her family – an empty place setting in front of Ned's old chair – but it was nice too. The fact that Arya wanted everyone to know what I was to her had filled me with a joy I'd never known before.

"I hope he hasn’t been getting into too much trouble." I tossed my textbooks onto the table.

"Only the good kind."

“I could be persuaded into the bad kind, you know,” I heard myself whisper in her ear, causing Arya to drop her pencil. Her mind, like mine, must have been wandering to the stacks, where we’d often shared stolen kisses over the few months we’d been dating. I wish now that we’d gotten lost in them and never left this cozy little haven.

“Stop it,” she laughed, gently smacking my arm to let me know now wasn’t the time for flirting. “You helped me pass maths last term. Now, I’m going to make sure you pass chemistry,” she said, emphatically pointing to the book on the table.

“I would have thought passing chemistry of all things would be a walk in the park.”

Arya rolled her eyes and laughed airily. “I love you.” I had been able to tell at the time that she hadn’t meant to say it, but as soon as she realized what had come out of her mouth, she fixed me with a questioning look that demanded an answer.

“Love you, too,” I’d said, the words I’d been wanting to say for ages slipping off my tongue like an incantation. “Now, let’s get to work.” That day, I had walked around campus with a smile on my face and my shoes five feet off the ground.

The library slowly faded away into a brilliant sea of red and orange. The trees were on fire in the fall, and so was my heart. I waited on the empty street for what felt like ages, trying to spot the specter of my past. The brown leaves descended slowly to the pavement, covering it like a blanket. And as I watched, the sky turned from pink to brilliant blue. It was the last sunny week of the year, but I had been miserable.

I grimaced at the deep frown on the face of the man coming down the street, helmet in hand and a giant chip on his shoulder. Was that really how I’d been? It wasn’t that long ago, in the grand scheme of things, but I could barely recognize myself the way I’d been before Arya stitched up all my old wounds.

Angrily, my past self reached the old motorbike and set to stuffing a small bag into the compartment in the back.

“Gendry?” Arya’s cry from across the quad echoed down the street through the small handful of early risers starting to make the journey down from their dorms.

That was the last puzzle piece I needed to remember which day exactly I was going to be pulled through next. When it all clicked, I wasn’t sure if I would survive this one. Out of all the memories I had seen, this would probably be the most painful, or next to. But I still found my breath taken away by the sight of my best friend, who was quickly making her way toward the car park, a hot coffee precariously balanced in one hand.

“Where are you going? It’s 8 a.m. on a Saturday. Are you crazy?”

My heart broke when I saw her take in the look I’d given her. My eyes were empty that day. Hollow. And I knew for a fact I had felt crazy. It looked like her own eyes were close to filling with tears, even though she didn’t know why I looked so vacant.

“You’re also out at 8 a.m. on Saturday, Arya.” My harsh tone filled my stomach with regret.

“I was going to work on my essay at the library. It’s due Monday. If you must know.” She never did let me get away with anything, and gods, I needed that in my life. “Also, you didn’t answer.”

“I’m getting out of town for the day.”

Immediately, Arya set her coffee down on the concrete block beside her. “Then so am I.”

“What about your essay?”

“It can wait. You can’t.”

It took only a moment for me to give in to those stern, gray eyes. What the hell else was I supposed to do, I’d thought back then. Before I could even register, I was reaching into the compartment for my spare helmet and tossing it toward her. She caught it like a pro.

“Let’s go then.”

#arya x gendry #gendrya #ao3 fanfic #arya stark #modern au #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #gendry #gendry baratheon #love confessions #house party

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abbatoirablaze · 10 months ago

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Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 11

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“How did you do it though?” Jeff asked curiously.

You looked at your boyfriend.

He looked beyond exhausted. He was covered in a white powder, and his eyes were going red “Babe…you need to shower…”

“I-I need to figure out how to get back into the group, Tawney.”

With a sigh, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, “you’ll be fine, Jeff…”

“I-I just don’t get how you walked away from the group,” he frowned, “Annie, Britta, and Shirley ask about you all the time you know…”

“They know where my dorm is…”

He chuckled and kissed you softly, before cupping your face in his hands, “don’t think that counts for much when you’re practically living at my place now.”

A blush crept across your cheeks, and you rolled your eyes, “I don’t practically live here, Jeff…”

He quirked his brow and gave you a look, “you sure about that?”

“Jeff-“

He cut you off with another sweet kiss.

You frowned, and wiped away the powder that transferred onto your lips, “Jeff…as much as I love how you kiss me, you need to shower…before you get me all dirty.”

“If I got you dirty…then that means we’d both have to get clean…” he teased, kissing you again.

“You know…you can’t just stop my thoughts from forming by kissing me.”

He gave you a sigh and a dreamy look, “it worked so well when we started dating…”

“And then we spent all summer kissing…”

“Amongst other things!” he teased with another smirk. Your eyes widened and you playfully hit his chest, “come on…I’ll grab a shower if you take one with me…we can brainstorm ways for me to get back into the group.”

“JEFF!”

“Like I said, it’s got you practically living here…” he said quickly, picking to stick with the fact that you had stayed nearly the entire summer at his apartment, rather than the topic of grabbing a shower with him.

“Speaking of which…I should probably go to my dorm before my classes for the day…I have some papers that I graded, and I forgot to bring them.”

“Are you making excuses to leave now, Miss Tawney?”

“I’m not,” you teased, reaching up to stroke his cheek before pressing a gentle kiss of your own to his jaw, “god…have I told you how much I love that little scruff you’ve got going on, lately?”

“Only every day…”

“You do things to me, Winger!” you giggled as you playfully tapped his cheek. You went to take a step away from him, so that you could get your day started, but he pulled you back to his chest. Then he began pressing a series of kisses to your face. Your giggles got louder and you found yourself falling backwards into his bed, “Jeff, stop. I need to get to campus! And if you don’t stop, I’ll need to grab a shower too!”

“Just a few more kisses!” he grinned, his scruff lightly scratching down your jaw and along your throat.

You moaned as his lips brushed over the sweet spot on your neck, and your body shuddered when his beard scratched over it next. Your legs wrapped around his lithe waist, “god, that beard’s doing things to me! Jeff! Jeff…oh god!”

“Help me!” he begged playfully, pressing even more kisses to your throat, “help me. You’re a teacher’s assistant. I need assistance.”

“JEFF!”

“Oh, you like that!” he teased playfully as he grinded his growing bulge against your jean clad core, “you like that, Tawney?”

“Stop!” you begged, half hoping that he wouldn’t stop, “Jeff…I have to go…”

He sighed against your throat, “I’ve been going crazy, Tawney…I don’t know what to do without the group…you’re the only thing keeping me sane…”

“Have you tried apologizing?” you asked, knowing that he wouldn’t have gone that route.

He raised himself from you ever so slightly, “Tawney-“

“Jeff…you chased after Chang to get a picture of Pierce with some rapper that you thought was your professor…” you reminded him, “you were in the vents for hours high as a kite off of monkey gas…you should apologize to everyone…especially Professor Kane. That’s what got this started in the first place.”

He took a deep breath, and you knew in that moment that he realized just how right you were, “do I have to?”

“Jeff…you took a fire ax to the table…I think that’s the only logical move,” you said sadly as you stroked his cheek, “you need to apologize to everyone.”

“Professor Kane, I-“

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?”

You stopped in your tracks, as the biology professor held up the small blade of grass in the potted plant, with a phone that looked all too similar to your boyfriends. The keyboard was ruined, and that’s when you noticed not only was it the keyboard that he’d destroyed, but the entire phone had been broken in a way to allow the blade of grass to run through it.

“That explains why he hasn’t been answering my texts all morning…” you said thoughtfully.

Professor Kane’s brow rose once more, “you really didn’t know that he’d done this?”

“I had no idea, Professor Kane!” you said truthfully, “I mean, I told Jeff that if he wanted to be friends with the study group again that he’d probably have to apologize, but I didn’t think he’d do that…”

“He listened…” he said thoughtfully.

“Can I ask why he shoved a plant through his phone?” you asked softly.

“A blade of grass…” he answered, trailing off as he turned the pot in his hands, a smile gracing his features, “looks like there might be some hope for your boyfriend yet...this was his idea?”

“It wasn’t mine…”

“I think my class just became full again…next time you see your boyfriend, you tell him he better not be late to class!”

“You were right…”

You laughed as you heard him getting into his car, “it was a fake club, wasn’t it?”

“Troy and Abed made it in some program so that I would save the date for their housewarming party,” he sighed across the line, “I just left their place…”

You were quiet on the other side of the line. As the car started up, you felt your heart aching a little bit.

You weren’t invited.

“You know…your self-doubt is so loud I can practically hear it over my engine…”

“I-I’m sorry, Jeff…”

“Don’t be,” he sighed in response, “i-I know you won’t talk to me about what happened at Abed’s birthday, but I know that’s why you haven’t come back to the group…even with that, and you being as strong as you are, I know that you miss everyone.”

“I do…” you admitted gently, “but I-there’s not much I can do. I am surprised though, that Abed never called out the fact that we were dating.”

“I think that there’s a part of him that respects us for what we did…” he replied, “I mean, we both know he was mad about it, but deep down, I think he knows that what we’ve got isn’t just hooking up like how Britta and I were.”

You frowned just thinking about it.

“Hey Jeff…”

“Do you want me to come over? I could be there in a few minutes with some dinner,” he offered. Before you could answer, you heard a knock coming from your door, “are you expecting someone?”

“I wasn’t planning on anyone coming over…give me a second?”

“Yeah…sure.”

You walked over to your door and looked through the peep hole.

“It’s Britta.”

“Tawney!” Britta called from the other side as she pressed her face close to her side of the eye hole, “Tawney, are you home?”

“So don’t come over?”

“Let me see what she wants…”

“Alright…I’ll text you when I get home!” he said quickly, “love you!”

“Love you too!”

The words didn’t click in your head until after the both of you had hung up, and you opened your door to see Britta standing there with a big grin on her face.

She rushed you, pulling you into a hug as the words snapped into place.

Your boyfriend told you that he loved you.

And you said it back.

And it felt all too right.

Chapter 12

Tag List: @lohnes16, @mckeeee-1

#community #down the rabbit hole #greendale community college #greendale #community show #abed community #troy community #pierce hawthorne #shirley bennett #jeff winger #britta perry #troy and abed #abed nadir #abed #troy barnes #annie edison

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akayeh1 · 2 years ago

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This was Gregory the Love Sponge. I’ll share more about him another day, but how I met Dusty has to include the story of how I met Gregory. You’ll see why as we go.

In the fall of 2002 I was told that I needed to find an animal to share my life with. At that time he was being prescribed as an emotional support animal and I had a fairly wide selection of animals to choose from. However I was living on campus and wanted to keep my fellow dorm mates in mind when choosing. I may have had a room to myself but an animal could impact the studies of others. I didn’t want that. Emotional support animals don’t have full public access rights so would have to stay home while you are in class. A dog would not be a good choice as almost every dog I’ve ever met loudly barks. And often. (That’s still true.) I next thought about a cat. There was a family cat in my parents’ home. No…. Keeping a cat in a single room would prove problematic. Maybe a bird? Oh no! Not a bird!!! My cousin had a cockatiel who was deeply in love with a mayonnaise commercial and drove everyone nuts! Never a bird. I went on petfinder looking for ideas. Hey! Bunnies!!! They don’t bark. They will stay in one room. They don’t sing. They are quiet pets. Perfect!

So I picked out three bunnies online from the closest HRS and spent a lot of e-mail back and forth and had everything bought and ready and went to go meet my new friend.

J brought me down to the bunny room. I’d never seen so many buns! All sizes. All shapes. All colors. She leads me over to the little brown Polish, the first bun on my list to meet. I end up standing next to a larger bun who quite literally is beating down the door of his cage (dog crate). J calls over her shoulder to me that I might as well open the door and pet him because he won’t stop until I do! Okay…

I open the door very carefully so he doesn’t try to jump out and reach a hard in to gently pet him. He’s having none of that and shoves the door all the way open and starts climbing out as fast as I can try to push him back in! He’s faster!!! Uh oh…. Now what??? I’ve got an arm full of fuzzy rabbit with another on the way and all I can do is pet him for all I’m worth hoping he doesn’t have plans on going anywhere else! Apparently not…. He’s getting heavier and heavier and the clown is going to sleep!

Just then J turns around with the little brown bunny half the size of the behemoth in my arms and busts out laughing. I’ve got a look of panic on my face as I’m still petting for all I’m worth. She just turns around and puts the brown Polish back. I never met him. Or any bun else for that matter.

She then called over her shoulder the best piece of bunny advice I’ve ever been told: “Some people pick bunnies and some bunnies pick people. Congratulations! You’ve just been picked!” She also told me one other thing…. “Oh, by the way, that rabbit hates being held.” Do what??? As I looked down at this lump in my arms that could be snoring if bunnies snored for all I knew! Could have fooled me!

When she was done she had me put him back. Uh yeah. Sure. He woke up and disagreed immediately with the concept and was climbing back out as quickly as I was putting him back in! When he got to my shoulder she decided it was going to take two of us to foil his plans and shove his butt back in. “Twinkle” did not like the answer of I’ll be back in two weeks. Luckily his I want you choice was just as strong two weeks later. I’ll bet he was a real pain to deal with in the meantime. Lol.

Fast forward to April 2015. I’m back at the HRS at the new bunny house to find a new friend. Gregory missed moving to the apartment by six weeks when he left in 11/2013. So I’m thoroughly done unpacking and quite lonely these days. I had contemplated a dog but my folks talked me into another bunny. I’m glad they did. So I went down to the meet the current inmates looking for a jailbreak.

After Gregory I learned my lesson. I had no preconceived notions about who I was coming home with. The only thing I was sure of was that they would be of the lagomorphic persuasion.

I walked up and down the aisles. I looked into each crate. I scratched any noses that stuck out. I paid close attention to anyone who seemed to pay close attention to me. I started to narrow down those who were out for scratches from everyone who walked by to those who were only paying attention to me. I got down to four.

One was a pretty grey bunny with white inside the ears and belly and under the tail.

One was a Rex that was grey and white splotched all over.

One was long furred white with grey on the ears, nose, toes, and tail.

One was a completely black Minilop.

Gregory was a broken chinchilla Minilop. Aka a grey and white splotched Minilop. With a luxurious double coat.

The bunnies that were sent whispers to pay attention to me…. The irony wasn’t lost on me. If you ever wonder if animals have souls. Be still and look and listen. They send messages. Sometimes subtle. Sometimes funny.

So I did two more trips paying attention just to the emissaries. The Rex was cage protective. I wasn’t sure I wanted to take on that fight. The mostly grey girl wasn’t very interactive. I needed someone who cared whether I was there or not. The lop was well a typical lop but not the clown Greg had been. And definitely not a love sponge. He was interested but…. Then there was this other little ball of energy. His marker said Jersey Woolly but when I looked at him he had little bits of litter, a few bits of chow, a few shards of chewed cardboard box all stuck in his fur. I laughed and told him that he did not look like a Skeeter! “Why you’re nothing but a dust bunny!” I did one more lap of the crates and as I did so, that little ball of fluff raced back and forth trying to keep me in view at all times and got upset if he couldn’t!

When I told the shelter workers that he was the one I wanted to see they couldn’t believe it. They figured he’d be there for months to years. He had been captured just two weeks before and only gotten back from his neuter three days before! They double checked three times that I was serious it was him. Yeah him.

He let me pick him up, look at his nails, spread his toes, look at his teeth, in his ears, feel his belly, and pet him as he explored next to me. Never complained and never fought beyond a halfhearted wiggle.

He was named Dust Bunny thereafter aka Dusty but his shelter name did lend a nickname. I found myself comparing him to his predecessor who at his biggest was six pounds. And at about 3.5 pounds when adopted Dusty was little. One day I told him he wasn’t nothing but a little bug and “Bug” stuck. Many argued that he was so big! I described him as a four pound rabbit with four inches of fur. He was just well insulated.

Love the fuzzies in your life.

#origin story #bunny #rabbit #dusty #service animal #photography #Gregory #twinkle #skeeter #hrs #house rabbit society

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arw1sy · 2 months ago

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ADJUSTING TO THE CHAOS

Week 1

I have been in this campus dorm for 3 months with my roommates, Athia. It was cool between the two of us until one day there is a newcomer which is our new roommates named Lea. She is currently continuing her studies in degree which means she’s our senior. She seems friendly enough, but I immediately notice how loud she is. Her voice is loud, even when she’s speaking normally. I didn’t think much of it at first, after all, everyone’s settling in. The next two hours when she’s done unpacking her things, her group of friends came to our dorm for the first time. They’re nice, but the noise level was insane. They talked and laugh loudly for hours. Im not against fun but I could barely hear myself think. Same goes to Athia, my other roommates. I tried to study, but every time I thought they quiet down, they got louder again. I’m starting to worry this will become a regular thing. It was around midnight when one of Lea friends came to our dorm and they had a long, loud conversation that echoed through the room. I tried to drop hints that I needed some quiet, like sighing or shuffling around my bed, but no luck. At this point, I realized that I need to say something if this keep up.

Sincere,

DARWISYAH ADRIANA

Week 2

I had a talk with Athia because she also can’t concentrate on her study because of how loud Lea and Aisy talk. I decided to talk to Lea about the noise. I told her that while I understand she and Aisy are close, me and Athia need a little more silence, especially late at night. She seemed understanding and apologies, but I feel awkward bringing that up. I’m hoping things will be as usual no loud noise or anything. Guess what, our talk didn’t help that much. Aisy came over again, and they were as loud as before. It feels like they forget that me and Athia was here sometimes. I spent most of my times in my friends’ dorm while Athia goes to the library. The dorm was supposed to be home, but right now, it doesn’t feel like it. The next day, after I came back from campus, I was really thankful that Lea hasn’t come back from her class yet. I took a shower and rest a bit until I fall asleep because I was really tired, but then not less than 20 minutes I woke up from my slumber of the sound Lea and her group of friends talking and laughing hysterically. I didn’t say anything because I was too tired. I’m getting less sleep, which affecting my focus during the day.

Sincere,

DARWISYAH ADRIANA

Week 3

I was growing frustrated day by day, so I decided to talk to Lea again. This time I was more direct. I explained to her how the noise has been affecting me and Athia’s sleep and concentration, I asked her if they could be quieter, especially at night. Lea seems apologetic and said she talked to Aisy about it, but part of me wonders if things will actually change. For the next weeks, the room was quiet. Lea and Aisy still hung out, but they kept their voices down. I could finally study in peace, and I even slept really well for the past weeks. I’m cautiously optimistic, but also a bit skeptical. It was too good to be true. Fortunately, I am going to move from this dorm in 2 months into an apartment with my friends, so I don’t have to worry about the noise ever again. I just have to wait a little bit longer then I’m done with this problem.

Sincere,

DARWISYAH ADRIANA

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umichenginabroad · 7 months ago

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Week 3: Getting Around Aachen / Germany / Europe

Though I’ve probably already mentioned this at some point in a prior blog post, it’s worth noting yet again that I am Certifiably Navigationally Challenged. However, with the help of my trusty Google Maps, a bit of following other people around like a lost puppy, and a few confused circles while trying to recalibrate myself on the street, I have been able to get around while even maintaining that critical German timeliness.

Unluckily for some but luckily for me (and the poor souls who would've had to witness me doing it), driving your own vehicle is not permitted on this program. Thankfully though, Germany provides a wonderful public transportation infrastructure that is perfect for admittedly incapable drivers like yours truly. With these options, I’ve already been able to travel smoothly around Aachen, Germany, and even other countries in Europe.

Getting Around Aachen

Though my dorm is positioned a bit on the outskirts of the city, getting around with the buses has made everything fairly easy… at least once I learned that, contrary to my stereotypes of German culture, these busses are chronically at least 5 minutes late, have equally as much negative patience as Blue Busses, and generally wait until the second you’ve lost all hope and finished mentally preparing for the 30-40 minute walk to your destination before magically appearing. Altogether though, the buses are an easy (enough), accessible way to make your way around all of the city (and even the Netherlands if you stop paying attention to the stops for long enough…).

The program also does its best to assign your apartment close to the lab facility you will be working at. Luckily for me, this means my 9am start time doesn’t require waking up at the crack of dawn to account for commuting. While everyone varies, I’m personally only 2 bus stops or a 15-minute walk from work which is already much better than my commute to North Campus back at Michigan, so I’ll take it.

Getting Around Germany

Traveling around Germany is also a breeze. Aachen has two main train stations, one servicing regional trains only (Westbahnhof) and the other supporting the long distance trains (Hauptbahnhof). Thanks to the Student Eurail pass included with our program, all of the regional trains (including travel throughout ALL of Germany and some neighboring Netherlands cities) are completely free (Though whether or not you get a seat is somewhat less consistent…).

Being able to take any train without booking tickets in advance makes last minute travel plans effortless. For example, just this weekend we switched the originally planned UROP trip to Duesseldorf to experience Japan Tag!

Getting Around Europe

Traveling to locations outside of the region supported by the Euro Rail pass does, unfortunately, cost actual money. Long distance buses or ICE (fast) trains can take you to further locations like Amsterdam or Berlin. Though I haven’t yet had too many of these experiences, many students here have already taken planes or the prior options to get to France, Italy, Spain, etc. (probably to escape all of the endless rain we get here in Aachen…).

Hopefully this crash course on transportation here in Germany will prove helpful if you’re considering adding extra travel to your travel abroad. Below are some pictures from my other miscellaneous travels over this past week.

Until next time!

Sarah Bargfrede

Computer Science

UROP Program in Aachen

#ipeaachen #umichenginabroad #SarahBargfrede #IPESummer24 #Germany

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golbrocklovely · 2 years ago

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we went mad // sam and colby

A/N: let me tell you a story of how this came to be. i obviously got the idea from the scream franchise, in particular scream 2 which is set at a college. so originally i wrote this in second person, but i felt like i had already written pretty much everything up until now in that pov, so i had to switch ALL of the writing i had done (which was most of it) over to first person. and then… i had to finish writing it. and that for some reason just took so long for me. i think part of the issue was that when i originally came up with the idea of this fic, i saw the ending, and that was it. i wanted the famous kitchen scene with billy, stu, and syd, but god… getting there was no cake walk. thank christ i'm done with this fic. it's definitely one of my longer ones. let me know what you think ! hope you enjoy :)

prompt: someone on campus is killing all of your ex-classmates. and you fear you're next. || college!sam and colby x reader

trigger warning: murders, slightly gore and blood mentions, cursing, college setting, parties, drinking, douchy/emotionless bf, mentions of hs bullying, surprise/rollercoaster ending

word count: 6582

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How could you have missed the signs? How could you not have known all this time?

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Sam and Colby had talked about moving away from our hometown for years. They had major plans to move to L.A. and become big. But instead, they decided to go to our local state college with me, and half of our graduating class. And while I was confused by their choice, I was happy nonetheless. They were my best friends, and I was upset thinking that I wouldn’t see them anymore after graduation. But I understood why they wanted to get away in the first place: everyone at our school bullied them. The number of times Sam and Colby had been shoved into lockers, or had food thrown at them in the cafeteria, or were just badmouthed... let's just say that high school was nothing short of hell for them.

Freshman year of college, while stressful, was fantastic. We all lived on campus, our dorms across the street from one another. Hell, I could even see their dorm from my window. We took a lot of the same core classes together, always making sure to work on projects and help each other out. We hadn’t decided our majors yet and knew that this would be the only time we could be in the same classes together.

Things were good for a long time, all the way through the end of sophomore year. I was so excited to start the next half of college. It felt like the home stretch, even if we weren’t close to graduating yet.

But our relationship changed, our friendship drifted apart. By the start of junior year, we were no longer friends. And the major reason for it? I started dating someone from our old high school. I had met him at the end of sophomore year and dated him secretly during the summer. His name was Davis, and back in high school, he was popular. He got into this university on a sports scholarship. And you might be wondering, was Davis someone that bullied Sam and Colby? No, he wasn’t. But he was friends with those that did.

I didn’t know that until I was already dating Davis. It was hard to keep up with who did and didn’t bully Sam and Colby back in the day. I told Davis to apologize to Sam and Colby for what his friends did. At first he was a bit confused, but he did it regardless. Sure, it was at a party and he was kind of drunk. But it still counted… right? He later texted the guys about it and they said they accepted his apology.

However, they couldn’t forgive me for dating someone like that. So, our friendship just… died.

But even though I wasn’t their friend anymore, I still knew them pretty well. And the moment we were no longer friends, something felt… off about them. We still shared the occasional class, so I saw them every other day. They seemed darker, broodier. And only ever with one another. But that wasn't that unusual for them. They relied on one another a lot.

On a cool fall day, shocking news broke on campus: someone was killed right outside the dorms late last night. Classes were immediately cancelled. Everyone was on edge. The university did its best to calm the nerves of its students, siting that we were in a major city and cities tend to have random killings happen. Police stayed on campus for the next couple days, and partying was prohibited.

Of course, that didn't stop the frat houses from throwing "secret" keggers in their basements. I didn't really want to go, but Davis begged me to. That I should "live on the edge" since I was never really a go-getter. So I went, and I was surprised to see Colby at the party. I waved at him, but his eyes glared back, and then behind me. I turned to see Davis, my face immediately dropping. I didn't see Colby the rest of the night.

The next day, the police finally released the name of the person that was killed on campus. It was in fact a student, but that didn’t mean there was an issue on campus itself. Since we lived in the city, bad things were bound to happen to us too.

The name sounded familiar, and it finally clicked: it was someone from our graduating class. James Cooper. I didn’t know him all that well, but I was still sad to hear he was killed.

Davis sort of knew the guy too; he had been on the hockey team. They had gone to parties together before, but he wasn't close to him. It clicked for me even more when Davis mentioned the hockey team: that guy shoved Sam and Colby into lockers our freshman year to impress his friends. He was a major dick to them for a while, until finally getting onto the hockey team and just ignoring all classmates that were "underneath" him.

…Maybe karma actually did work.

Less than a week later, another person was killed. This time it was a girl. She was found just outside of the library in some bushes. I knew who she was, remembering her from high school. She was a cheerleader, both years ago and now. Lizzie Campbell.

This was all so weird to me. In the two years of being on campus, I had barely heard about any robberies or petty crimes happening, let alone two murders. And on top of that, two of my ex-classmates? Davis shrugged it off, saying it was just a coincidence. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of something not being right about all of this.

And as time went on, my suspicions became more of a premonition.

Two more students, back-to-back, were found. But what made it worse was this time one was in the dorms. And it was in my dorm too, two floors down. Security had everyone on that floor evacuate and go to other dorms for the time being. I, and many other students, didn’t feel safe in the building. I decided to stay over at Davis’ frat house.

They ended up throwing a last-minute party that weekend. I begged Davis to tell his brothers not to throw one, especially because of how insensitive it was and that they could be fined for it. He told me it was out of his hands, that he didn’t decide whether parties happened or not.

How could he be so blasé about these deaths, especially since he even knew these people?

This was a side to him I had never seen, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit. I couldn’t stay there that night, so I trudged back to my dorm room. On my way there, I ran into Sam.

It was awkward to say the least. We talked briefly, and I told him how I planned to stay in my dorm since I couldn’t stay at Davis’. Sam offered his and Colby’s dorm instead; that it was much safer than mine, especially since I would be alone.

Part of me didn’t want to go to their dorm, mostly because of everything going on between us. But he was right about it being safer, and I did miss them a lot.

I followed Sam back to his dorm. He informed me that Colby was out working on a project and wouldn’t be back until later. Their dorm was nice and spacious, the benefit of being an upperclassman. It was like a mini apartment in some ways. We relaxed in their living room area and chatted for a bit. Eventually, the topic of conversation fell onto the recent murders. Sam spoke of whispers around campus that the killer wore a mask shaped like a melted ghost’s face, that that was how he got in and out of the dorms. My skin crawled at the thought of seeing that mask and prayed that that wasn’t the case. The killer could be anyone on campus, just lurking in the shadows.

I had this urge inside of me to tell Sam my theory. I knew we weren’t close anymore, but I felt like he was the only one that would believe me.

I explained to him what I thought was happening: how all of the people that had been killed on campus were from our old high school. The killer was attacking those from our high school only, possibly hunting them down for some unknown reason. Sam questioned if that was true for the newer victims.

We looked up the email from the university, speaking on the recent victims. "The selfish murders of Christopher Smith and Sara Goodwin..." Chris was from my homeroom. He was on the swim team. He won tons of medals and was celebrated. And Sara… she had dated the quarterback sophomore year and was generally a popular person.

Oh god, I think I’m right.

Sam was surprised at how on point I seemed to be. It was a nice change of pace compared to being shrugged off by Davis. But he didn’t fully agree with my idea. He considered that maybe this was a huge coincidence, that maybe the killer wasn’t targeting our class, just the people that still hung out with one another. Maybe all the victims – Chris, Sara, Lizzie, and James – were all friends and the person that murdered them knew them all and was picking them off.

I snorted, "And what? They saw something they shouldn’t and now they're getting I Know What You Did Last Summer-ed?"

"That could be it." He replied.

I sassed. "You can't be serious, Sam."

But he was. He didn’t argue that he was right, just that if someone was attacking our graduating class, or our old high school, they would have to kill half the population of the university. So, it was unlikely that that was happening. Maybe Sam was right about that. Sure – there was definitely a connection. But it sounded more plausible that Sam was right on his part in some way.

Sam decided to call it night not too long after, stating he had early classes the next morning. I dozed off an hour after he went to bed, sleeping on their somewhat comfortable couch.

I jolted awake suddenly, the front door unlocking slowly. It opened, and Colby tip-toed in. His eyes locked with mine, and they widened.

“Hey…” He mumbled awkwardly.

He wondered what I was doing in their dorm, and I told him what happened with me and Sam. I asked him where he was all night, glancing at the neon red lights of the clock shining back 3:20 AM. Colby spoke of a crazy party at one of the frat houses.

But didn’t Sam say…? Whatever.

I nodded my head at him, yawning loudly. He smiled, said goodnight, and shuffled off to bed.

The news broke two hours later - another body was found. Michelle Robinson. And this time, it was right outside of Davis' frat. He even saw the killer, or who he thought it could have been. A guy dressed in all black with a cloak and a mask running away from the house. But no one saw the body until the morning.

The mask… just like Sam said.

Campus was immediately shut down, all classes resuming online. Absolutely NO parties. How could the university think people were going to be able to learn when there was a killer on the loose? It was insanity to me.

I was forced back into my dorm. Police raided every car and dorm on campus to find clues. They determined after a thorough search that the killer wasn’t a student, just someone that new the dorms well. No evidence was found linking a current student to the killings.

The day the police announced this, I got a very strange text.

UNKNOWN: if they only knew....

I didn’t know the number or what it possibly could have meant. I tried not to think about it, already too concerned with everything else going on. The next day, however, I got another text from the same number.

UNKNOWN: what's it like knowing that people are dying on campus but your bf is throwing another party??? it’s almost like he’s celebrating their deaths. you really know how to pick them

I responded with what the hell are you talking about? and who is this? but the number never replied back.

Were they telling the truth though? Was Davis really throwing another party? He couldn't be.

I went straight over to Davis’ frat house, and when I saw the brothers pulling a keg into the back of the house, I knew the unknown number was telling the truth.

I argued with Davis that night. How could he be throwing a party again after what just happened? He even saw the killer and he’s just… shrugging it off like it doesn’t matter. People he knew from school are dying and he doesn’t care. It was gross and concerning beyond belief.

He rolled his eyes, saying that he wasn’t close to any of the people that died, just that he knew them in passing. And they weren’t throwing a party, just a kick-back with the boys in the house.

“Oh okay, that makes it all better…” I spat sarcastically. “Even if that was just the case, how are you in a partying mood?”

He groaned, walking away from me. “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re such a buzzkill.”

That was enough to set me off. I broke up with him on spot, not listening to another word he had to say. I held back tears as I raced back to my dorm. That was the last night I saw Davis.

And it was also the last night of the murders. At least... for a while.

Three weeks went by. This had been the longest period without any murders. It seemed as if things might have been getting back to normal. Even the university was starting to act the same again. The university announced the soon-to-be-open dorm that was right down the street from mine. I was even excited to stay there next year; I was actually looking forward to it - to senior year. To the future.

After breaking up with Davis, I ended up becoming friends with Sam and Colby again. I told them what happened, and they graciously accepted me back with open arms. It was nice to be with them again, for life to feel somewhat normal once more. But I couldn’t lie: I missed Davis. I knew I shouldn’t have, his weird lack of empathy for what was happening was alarming, but maybe something was going on with him and that’s why he didn’t seem to care. Or maybe I was trying to give him brownie points when he didn’t deserve them. But I couldn’t help but miss him. Even if I knew what he did was fucked up to me, I still cared. I worried something could still happen to him.

The killings might have stopped, but that didn't mean I wasn’t still paying attention and on edge all the time. I think everyone on campus could feel there was still a chokehold in the air from the murderer.

I texted Davis after a month of nothing from him. I asked to meet up with him, but he never responded. My messages were going through, so he didn’t block me. Sam and Colby caught wind of my texting and were highly against it, especially when I said I planned to go to the frat and see him for myself. According to Colby, clearly Davis either needed space or just didn’t want to see me, so I should just stay away for a while. I considered what he said but decided to go anyway. I asked around at his frat house if anyone knew where he was, since I knew he wasn’t in class. His ‘brother’ Kevin replied that they hadn’t seen Davis in a long time. Like, almost a month.

...The last time I saw him as well.

My stomach twisted up in knots at the first thought I had.

Was he the killer?

There’s no way. I was with him when the first killings happened. Maybe he had an accomplice? No. No, Davis wouldn’t kill anybody, let alone people he knew from back in the day… right?

I can’t tell Sam and Colby, even though they know my theory about the killer hunting people from our graduating class. I don’t want to give them another reason to hate Davis. Not to mention, I must be wrong. There’s no way Davis killed all those people. It was just a coincidence that he left and the murders stopped.

Unless… the killer got him too.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Maybe Davis left because of the killings. Maybe it was too much for him to bear. Maybe a family emergency happened. Maybe he couldn’t handle the classes. There could be a laundry list of reasons why he left.

My heart skipped a beat when my phone buzzed on my way back to my dorm. The number wasn’t the one I was hoping to see, and all the text did was make my thoughts spiral deeper.

UNKNOWN: do you miss me?

~~~

Our campus was known for its Halloween parties, and while I definitely wasn’t in a spooky mood, Sam and Colby begged me to come with them to a random frat’s party. Sam wanted to introduce me to his girlfriend and Colby didn’t want to be left alone when they would eventually disappear off. I agreed begrudgingly. I dressed up in my costume from last year, a witch, and Sam and Colby dressed up as Batman and Robin; and by dressed up I mean they just threw on a t-shirt with the symbol. Walking into the party, I felt my skin tingle with anxiety. The music was loud and there were so many people around in an array of different costumes. I glanced around, hoping to maybe see Davis, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Stop trying to look for him. He clearly left because he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, whether from the murders or the workload.” Sam stated, pulling my attention away from the crowd.

“Maybe he couldn’t live without you so he left.” Colby joked.

“Either way, don’t waste your night looking for someone that’s gone.” Sam stood up pointing at me, “I’ll be right back, let me go find my girl.”

“Let’s see how long it takes him this time.” Colby rolled his eyes.

I stayed with Colby for a while, watching a table of zombies play beer pong. After two games had finally played out, I started looking around for Sam.

“Don’t bother. Sam has a tendency to disappear off with his girlfriend and only come back around super late. I don’t know, but sometimes I swear she’s not real.”

I questioned, “You’ve met her before, right?”

He shrugged. “Sorta. It was quick, and honestly, I was super drunk so it could have just been some random girl.”

“Sam wouldn’t lie about having a girlfriend.” I argued.

“Yeah because if he did, I’m gonna make fun of him so fucking much,” Colby chuckled. “I’m gonna go step outside and call him, see if he’s around here. If you want, go… mingle, until I get back.”

“Tell him to hurry back, with or without his girlfriend please.” I laughed, watching Colby smirk as he stepped outside.

I wandered around the party, running into some people from my English Lit class. We started taking shots and bitching about the professors giving us so much work during the murders.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it felt like it had been at least an hour, if not longer. I pulled out my phone, ready to text Colby where he went off to, and suddenly an urgent email went through. Everyone’s phones around me started blowing up as well, gasps and screams being let out as people read the message.

Three students were just found dead on campus. Police advised everyone to stay indoors and if they were out on the street not to walk home alone.

“Fuck this, I’m getting the hell out of here!” Someone yelled deep from within the party.

A major rush of people started going for the front door, making it impossible to leave. Mayhem was breaking out, people were crying, screaming, and begging to get out of the house as soon as possible. I rushed to the basement, knowing there was an exit there since all the frat houses were built with the same layout.

Fuck! Where was Sam and Colby?

A huge group of us ran back towards our dorms. I stayed with the group as long as I could until I was alone, running to my dorm.

“Y/N!” I heard Colby’s voice shout from across the courtyard.

I spun towards him, running up to him hastily. I fell into his arms, pulling him close.

My voice quivered. “Thank Christ you’re okay! Where’s Sam?”

“He’s with his girlfriend in her dorm. McFranklin Hall.” Colby informed.

“Oh thank god. Okay, let’s just get back to mine since it’s closer.” I urged.

We got into my building quickly, jumping into the elevator. I finally was able to catch my breath for a moment, my heart still pounding. “Where the hell were you all night?”

Colby furrowed his brows, confused. “I wasn’t gone that long, Y/N.”

“You said you were only going to go make a phone call.” I responded.

“Yeah I did, and then I guess I lost track of time.” He answered.

We walked out of the elevator and down to my dorm. “How the hell did you lose track of time?”

He huffed. “Can we just talk about this later?”

I shook my head, pulling my key out. “No let’s talk about this right-”

“Y/N?” He interjected.

“What?” I breathed, still looking at him.

“Did you leave your dorm unlocked?” He pointed.

My gaze fell upon my dorm. The door was open, but only a little. Like someone rushed to get out of it.

“Maybe we should head back to my dorm…” Colby backed up.

I stepped inside, pushing the door open all the way. “No I need to know what happen-”

I flicked on the lights and choked out a gasp.

My room was torn up, everything knocked over and on the floor. Someone ransacked it, looking for God knows what.

I shuddered, “W-who… did this?”

Colby bit his lip nervously. “I don’t know.”

“How did they even get in here? I locked my door, I know I did.” I dissented.

His face twisted in disgust, covering his nose. “What is that smell? I think it’s coming from behind the door…”

Colby pushed the door shut, jumping back as it slammed.

“Oh my god is that… blood?” He whispered.

#9 was smeared onto the door, still fresh from whoever broke in.

My mouth watered as nauseous rushed through me. “Nine… that was Davis’ jersey number.”

“Or… like how many victims there’s been.” Colby deadpanned.

My breathing labored at his tone. “There hasn’t been nine victims. The three tonight make it eight.”

Colby’s eyes were cold as he turned to me, “Well, then maybe you’r-”

A dark figure lurched out of my closet, grabbing Colby from behind. I screamed out, staring into the melted ghost face mask.

“Run Y/N! R-” Colby yelled, his breath hitching as the figure’s knife stabbed into his chest.

Pure adrenaline kicked through my veins as I bolted out of the building. I ran to the stairs, rushing down them as fast as I could. I wasn’t sure if the figure was behind me, but I knew I just needed to run. As I finally made it to the street, there were no cars around. It was late, already one AM. The police sirens and glow of their cars were so far away, possibly on the other side of campus.

I rushed down the street, praying to find a lone car or business open so I could call for help. But everything down the street was dark, deserted.

The only building that seemed to be open or have lights on was the new dorm. I raced around it, trying to find a single unlocked door. I found one towards the back of the building, an emergency exit that hadn’t been installed yet.

I needed to find a space to hide, knowing that once I felt safe, I could call for help. I didn’t want to run through the open lobby, so I kept going up the stairs to the second floor.

From down below me, the emergency exit busted open, the dark figure staring up at me as it raced up the stairs. My screams echoed off the walls of the staircase as I rushed through the second story door. I ran down the hallway, trying to find any room that was unlocked. The hallway was dark, only the occasional work light.

I could hear the slamming of the emergency door behind me. It was near; and getting closer. Fuck! I need to find somewhere to go. I just kept running, not knowing what else to do.

The building was almost in a circle shape, everything looping back around to one another. As I sprinted to the other emergency exit, the figure popped out, stopping me dead in my tracks.

How the fuck did he get over here?

I turned around, running back the way I came. As I got to an open living room area, the figure came down the hallway I was running towards. I spun around, gasping at the now two dark figures in front of me.

I backed up against the wall, the figures closing in. Tears clouded my vision as I stared at them, ready to die.

Suddenly they stopped, glancing at one another, and chuckling. Their laughs sounded familiar as they pulled off their masks.

“Sam…? Colby?” I sputtered.

Sam smiled. “In the flesh.”

“Surprise.” Colby smirked.

“W-Wha? What the- What the fuck?!” I screeched.

“What? Oh shit, did we scare you? Didn’t mean to do that.” Sam feigned concern.

Colby held back a laugh. “…Yeah, we’re only sort of lying about that.”

My body was frozen against the wall, “Is this some joke? A prank?”

“A prank? I think killing eight people is far past the point of a prank.” Sam glared.

“Our sense of humor isn’t that fucked up. What do you think we are, monsters?” Colby scowled, pointing his knife at me.

My stomach dropped as my heart raced faster. I could feel the color drain out of my face.

They killed everyone.

“No. No, y-you guys can’t be serious.” I cried.

“Oh, we’re dead serious. Why don’t you show her her prize, Colby?” Sam gestured.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Colby winked, backing away.

I moved forward as Colby turned the corner. Sam shoved me back against the wall, pulling out a gun from behind his back.

He pointed the gun at my chest. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

I whimpered. “Sam, why are you doing this?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough.” He grunted.

My eyes fell on Colby as he pulled Davis’ tied up body from around the corner. He was alive, but barely; blood soaked his clothes, and he looked dirty.

“Oh my God Davis!” I wailed, trying to run towards him.

Sam wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. “Tsk tsk, Y/N. I told you not to move.”

“You’ve probably been wondering where he’s been. He’s been in here, just… chilling.” Colby snickered.

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “No, no, no. This can’t be real. You guys-!”

Sam growled in my ear. “What?! We can’t be killers? Oh trust me, Y/N… we are.”

“And you know, all this happened… because of you.” Colby spun the knife in a small circle, until he rested it underneath my chin.

“Because of me?” I uttered.

“Yes. You see, that night you made Davis ‘apologize’, he didn’t actually do that. Maybe to you that’s what he said. But to us, he said something totally different.” Sam explained.

Colby mimicked Davis’ voice, “‘I remember you two dorks. Can’t believe Y/N has put up with you two losers for so long. My friends did nothing wrong in high school. You guys deserved every single thing that happened to you. I ain’t apologizing for shit.’”

“‘Honestly the shit they did was fucking hilarious. And if you’re not over it by now, that’s your fucking problem.’” Sam chimed in, doing the same voice.

“Well… now it seems like your problem too, Davis!” Colby cackled, kicking Davis in the stomach.

“‘You’re not gonna tell Y/N about this. She’s never gonna believe you anyway. I have her wrapped around my finger. She’s in love with me, so you might as well accept this as my apology.’” Sam quoted directly into my ear.

“Do you know how upsetting it was knowing he was right? You would have never believed us. Especially when he sent that dumb poor excuse of a text the next day claiming he was sorry.” Colby hissed.

“We would look like the bitter nerds that just couldn’t get over their dumb bully.” Sam replied.

“So you thought murdering our old classmates would make it better?!” I exclaimed.

“Every single one of them deserved it! They weren’t just our old classmates; they were the ones that bullied us!” Colby lurched at me, getting into my face.

My eyes widen at Colby’s words. He was right.

“The first one, James. That was my doing. Total accident, B-T-W. It was right after we stopped being friends, I was upset and we bumped into each other,” Sam recounted nonchalantly. “He recognized me from high school, and he called me his favorite name – you know, the old one he used to call me all the time back then. I blacked out, and when I came to, I had strangled him to death.”

“I killed Lizzie after seeing you at the party with Davis. You know, she was always so desperate, even back in high school. And she tried to get with me, and when I shot her down, she all of sudden remembered me. Started calling me a loser, and all this other stuff. It didn’t bother me at first, but then she brought up Madison and how she told everyone in school how bad I was our first time. So… I killed her.” Colby shrugged.

“We didn’t even know we had done these crimes until we both confessed to one another. And then from there, we just couldn’t stop.” Sam revealed, tightening his hold on me. “We basically went back and forth, one for one. Except Colby went a little rogue and killed… what was her name? Michelle. That night you were at our dorms. That… that one almost got us caught. Especially since you basically had pieced together that the killer was going after old classmates.”

“I’m sorry. What can I say, Michelle actually surprised me,” Colby chuckled darkly. “I was working on a project with her, we went to a party and… well, it doesn’t matter. Just know it was fun leaving her body outside of Davis’ frat. Too bad he saw me leaving. But that was when we realized Davis might actually be useful after all.”

“We got a burner phone, texted you once or twice, and things just fell into place. You broke up with him – because let’s be honest, we didn’t force him to throw parties after everyone’s deaths. That was all him. And his lack of caring? Also all him. So again, you really do know how to pick them,” Sam joked. “And once you guys were done-zo, we realized kidnapping him and making him disappear would make you question if he was the one who did it.”

“Plus, we had mid-terms.” Colby added.

“How did you keep him here for a month?” I questioned.

Sam scoffed. “A month? No, we only just kidnapped him. Who the hell told you he’s been gone for a month?”

“A brother at the frat.” I remarked.

“Yeah, no. He’s wrong. Prior to that, Davis was actually ignoring you though. He was pretty upset about you breaking up with him.” Sam related.

Colby stared down at Davis who shook with fear. “He didn’t expect it since you were so wrapped around his finger.”

“I just don’t get it. Why would you do this?” I choked.

“We wanted to forget high school, we really did. The plans we had for life outside of this state were just too big. So, we made them smaller, thought going to the same school as our best friend would be fine and sure, we’d have run ins with old high school assholes, but who cares? That was years ago. We’ve all moved on, right?” Colby huffed.

“The thing is, when you deal with people who peaked in high school… life doesn’t move on for them. Their glory days consisted of making our lives shit day in and day out. They get to go on and not have to relive the trauma. Hell, they didn’t even have to pay for what they did. And what about that is right?” Sam spun me around to face him, his eyes glaring into mine, “Why do they get to live when a part of me and him died back then?”

His cold stare left me speechless. “I-I –”

“And then… you go and date one of them?” Sam shook his head in disappointment. “Now that… that’s fucked up. Which is why you have to die too.”

“Wha? No, no. Sam, Colby, please!” I begged.

Colby grabbed my arm, both of them gripping onto me. “There’s no point in begging now. You chose your fate the moment you picked him over us!”

“Please don’t do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.” I pleaded, lying.

Sam cocked the gun. “Yeah, right. You have a good moral compass on you, I remember our philosophy class together.”

“Wait! Can I kill her?” Colby interrupted.

“What, no dude. I’m the one with the gun, let me do it.” Sam protested.

Colby frowned. “But that’s no fair, you killed more people than me.”

“No I didn’t. We killed the same amount. I made it even tonight.” Sam bickered.

“Yeah, well, if you kill her than it’s uneven.” Colby complained.

“Then you can kill Davis and that way it’s even.” Sam compromised.

Colby breathed. “Oh oka-”

I punched Colby right in the face, knocking him back into the wall. I kicked Sam hard in the dick. He groaned loudly, dropping to his knees. The gun flung away from him, next to Davis’ body. Colby’s hands were suddenly around my neck from behind, choking me. I fought against his hold, elbowing him hard in the chest. Sam recovered from my kick, jumping up and pushing me back into Colby’s hands. He held Colby’s knife up against my chest, ready to stab me.

A loud gunshot echoed off the walls of the dorm. I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in my side. My vision blurred from the pain and lack of oxygen, and suddenly all was dark. Quiet.

~~~

Y/N’s body dropped to the floor as Sam and Colby turned towards Davis, who somehow came loose from his binds.

The gun was in his hands, pointed at them.

“Holy fuck, you shot Y/N!” Colby boomed.

“No! No! Fuck! I meant to shoot you!” Davis stammered, pure shock coursing through him.

“Oh my god bro, you actually killed her?!” Sam laughed. “Wow… you made this so much easier for us.”

“Don’t you step any closer! I’ll fucking kill you too!” Davis turned towards Sam, his finger on the trigger.

“Gonna be hard to do that. There’s only one bullet in the chamber.” Sam stated.

Davis stared at the gun, trying to open it to see if Sam was telling the truth. Sam rushed up to him, stabbing him in the chest hard.

Sam blinked. “Just kidding.”

Davis’ body collapsed on the floor, and Sam bent down and stabbed him three more times, each with more fury than the next.

“Aw man… I thought I was gonna kill Davis.” Colby pouted.

“Shut up, Colby. Okay, we gotta make this look like we fought. Put your mask on him. I’ll take my cloak off and leave it next to him. Then we gotta make ourselves look… beaten.” Sam barked.

Colby nodded his head, taking his mask and placing it on Davis’ dead body. Sam tore his cloak off, leaving it next to Davis. The extra mask and cloak they discarded, leaving it in the room where Davis had been held captive. They made sure to clean up somewhat, wiping their fingerprints off of all weapons.

“Alright so… I think we should at least give each other a black eye. Maybe a couple slices too.” Sam dictated.

Colby agreed. “Okay, should I go-”

Sam punched Colby in the face, snorting after Colby winced and backed up.

“She already punched me bro! You didn’t have to do that!” Colby whined.

“Sorry. Go ahead, take it out on me.” Sam pulled his arms back, closing his eyes.

“Man, I don’t know. I’d hate to h-” Colby decked Sam across the face, his rings cutting up Sam’s bottom lip.

Sam winced. “Fuck! Okay! Shit. Alright, I’ll slice at you once, and you do the same.”

“Okay…” Colby mumbled.

Sam grabbed the knife, swiping at Colby’s abdomen.

“Ow! Fuck, that hurt.” Colby grimaced.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

“Give me the knife. Tell me how it feels.” Colby yanked the knife out of his hand, jolting it into Sam’s side.

Sam grunted deeply, holding his wound. “Why don’t you cut a little deeper next time, Colby?”

“Sorry, are you okay?” Colby asked.

Sam pulled out his phone, “Yeah I’m fine. Alright, that’s enough. Time to call the police.”

“Dude…” Colby exhaled happily. “I can’t believe we’re getting away with this.”

“Justice is finally being served.” Sam grinned.

Sam called 911, giving an Oscar-worthy performance on the phone. He even shed real tears. The police were over in a flash. Sam and Colby limping down to the lobby of the empty dorm to meet them, for dramatic effect. They made sure to make themselves look exhausted from the crazy night they just endured. They told the police what happened – they saw the figure murder Sam’s girlfriend, one of the three that were killed tonight, and they followed him over to this building where they saw him dragging Y/N in. It was Davis, Y/N ex. He kidnapped her and killed her and tried to kill them as well. But they were able to fight him off and stab him.

They were escorted to the ambulance, a crowd of students lining up outside the building as they were being checked out.

Sam and Colby smiled at one another as they were loaded into the ambulance, needing to be fully checked out at the hospital.

A loud yell rang out as Y/N’s body was brought down on a stretcher. EMT’s surrounded her as they pulled her into a different ambulance.

“WAIT! She’s got a pulse!”

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