#and on top of that she didn't even fill it out correctly when the necessary info was right in front of her

[batboybisexualism]

my stupid fucking doctor not only waited too long to submit my top surgery authorization but she put it down as an inpatient procedure when it's an outpatient procedure so now they have to postpone the surgery until april 23rd when it was supposed to be this fucking tuesday I'm going to fucking kill someone

[kyglow]

playing along and taking her bitter fierce words for face value as he wasn't offended neither was it apparent on his sweat-covered features instead a deviously sly grin remained plastered on his lips. " whatever you say but the body may say one thing and the heart another. i am sure you know the truth better than anybody. " he echoed coyly in an amused twisted tone with jed still remaining manic and crazed but more toned down than previously before. " yes, i am sick and twisted. you were my prey but i saw something in you that night in the basement. i saw the real you. " suspecting his words would come across as if he were taunting or mocking her even though he was being honest. it was a wild fuck throughout the whole evening and one he did not regret only seeking to relive it again by any means necessary. in a way she was his project - - sure she was a final girl but perhaps she could be more than just a horror cliche - - maybe she could be a twist in the narrative that was taking place.

he didn't bother now to fight against the restraints around his wrists instead he sat hunched leaning forward a little with eyes staring up at her. not giving the impression that he guessed correctly when it came who made the decision to come here but rather going along with it. " i told you matt isn't who you think he is. what do you think, maggie? did matt discuss with me plans to get you alone away from everyone, hmm? " his eyebrows pinched together and his head would tilt with his twisted menacing grin having disappeared. trying to pour in more thoughts and impressions of doubt in her mind towards the topic of her boyfriend if he could be trusted yet it was all a master plan. calmly now he would feel the brunt of her fierce words which were intended to make him feel guilt for being a killer yet it had no effect as he sat in silence - - she may have been right, however, him being the bullied victim felt some form of pride as it boosted his confidence and made his heart pump with ecstasy and pleasure. " aw, so heartless. you don't take pity on a bullied victim? " he sounded coy only to then pout playfully which was brief before his lips spread into a cunning smirk. " you're breaking my heart, maggie. you seem so sure that i'll never touch you again. " he teased as he was being intentionally cocky with his smug attitude. not affected by the tears swelling in her eyes as he didn't react to them. jed didn't have an ounce of pity for her.

studying her distraught yet shaken reaction towards matt being the second killer only filled jed's heart with a rousing sense of internal joy. while hearing her trying to be in denial and reassuring herself matt was a good guy. " don't i wish you were right but unfortunately dear matt used you. he violated you and worst of all took advantage of your love for him. i can't imagine the pain you're going through right now. " still enforcing matt was no to be trusted but indeed a terrible monster. her words did resonate with him when she brought up how she had defended him in the past making it unfair that he used her. jed didn't respond as he wasn't able to when they were interrupted by matt who walked into the room.

watching what felt to be a stage play before him as eyes would widen watching in amusement as the altercation and accusations were hurled mostly towards unsuspecting matt. jed stared in awe yet kept quiet. watchful eyes witnessed her taking her boyfriend's phone followed by the familiar sounds of what jed had experienced with maggie in the basement. he laughed which would be short-lived as eyes would be stunned as to what would unfold. mouth agape and eyebrows raised when he witnessed maggie quickly grab the knife and stab her boyfriend out of pure anger and pain. on top of her boyfriend now she proceeded to stab him while jed remained quiet. it wasn't until matt would lay lifeless with maggie now sobbing on the floor next to the body that jed would finally break his silence. " i am so sorry maggie. i am terribly sorry. " his voice sympathetic and innocent." you should go wash up and get some towels. " he then instructed.

Maggie felt like she was shaking, which wasn't a surprise, she was pretty much at the edge here with everything going on. And he kept reminding her of that time at the basement, when he broke into her house, masked as the killer, taking her down there and using her as he pleased... now that she thought back to it, Maggie was almost sure at a certain point she knew it was Jed... After being intimate to him before that, all the signs were there... Maybe she just wasn't admitting it to herself, feeling embarrassed by it all and the fact she came over and over again if though she told him to stop, even though she cried through it, but she's never been fucked better in her whole life. "I didn't enjoy it, you used me, you took advantage of me like a coward you are, Jed. I was vulnerable and you saw your opportunity, you sick bastard."she said through the tears she couldn't fight back. Matt and she had their own problems, true, and it shocked her how much he knew. "How... how do you know that? Did Matt talk to you about it?"she asked in total disbelief, as Matt thought Jed was a freak, no way the two were hanging out. But it only supported the theory of Matt being a second killer. The best sex she had with Matt was when he was on the nights the killings happened. Only they would find out someone was murdered the day after, but his dick got hard without an issue on those nights.

"You're justifying your killings because you were bullied? Nothing can justify you being a murdered, Jed, nothing!"she spat her words. "And you'll never get to touch me again, ever."Maggie murmured and wiped her tears away with a shaky hand. He kept on bringing Matt up, making her question everything Matt ever said or did. "He wouldn't, he... He cares about me, he would never use me the way you did, play these sick games with me. He's not a monster."she tried to reassure herself but everything he was saying was starting to make more and more sense.

Margaret let out a chocked sob as he accused them all of thinking he was a freak. "I never did, Jed. I always defended you. I wanted to be around you. But you ruined everything, you took this path of no return. You used everyone, even me - I thought we were friends."she cried out. Jumping in place when she heard the movement outside, it meant Matt was getting close. And Jed kept on telling her she has to react quickly, defend herself and kill Matt before he kills her. He said he loved her and she didn't believe him, not after what he's done to her. She didn't say anything, only felt herself shiver and turn around rapidly when the door swung open. The survival instinct was kicking in and she lifted up the knife towards Matt.

He seemed shocked by her reaction, and lifted his arms in defense, telling her its just him and that she should put the knife down. "Don't tell me what to do! You both think I'm some dumb girl, yeah? That you can play with me however the fuck you want? Did you know? That he took advantage of me in the basement?"she kept on asking him but he kept denying, telling her the police would be here soon and that she should put the knife down. "Shut up, Matt. Give me your phone."she shouted at him and he slid it to her across the table. No calls to the police. And as she dug through it, she found the video. Pressing play, it was her face, smudged in tears and make up as she was fucked from behind by ghostface, aka Jed. Matt said something and as he stepped towards her to grab the knife, she reacted on instinct and stabbed him with it. As Matt stumbled down, he tried to fight her off, but she fell on top of him, stabbing him again and keeping the knife deep, crying as she did so. "You knew... all this time. Did you get hard by watching him use me, Matt? You killed all those people... our friends..."she looked into his eyes and saw the life leaving him. He couldn't say a word as he chocked on blood and once he let out the last breath, Maggie jumped away from him and stayed onto the floor, just sobbing and looking at her bloody hands. @sxlcst

[mjlovescm]

16- First time for everything, pt.2

Completed, 27 chapters, “She’s an angel” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

Content warning: smoking weed.

“You've never smoked before?” Chris asked, surprisingly shocked.

“Uh, no.”

Drugs and alcohol were never things you really had any interest in. Even though you had access to both, you were still too worried about getting in trouble.  It's not like any drug dealer would take you seriously, and knowing your parents, they would immediately notice any missing alcohol. Both of which were risk you weren't willing to take. 

“Do you want to ?” Ben asks.

You think for a split second before Rodrick chimes in. 

“You don't have to.” He tells you. 

“I know, but I want to.” 

Chris and Ben share a look at your innocent interaction before looking at Rodrick, who's eyes were on you. The two laugh to themselves at some type of inside joke. Causing Rodrick to give them the side eye. 

“Relax, man, it's not like it's addictive.” Ben jokes. 

“Yea, let her live a little.” Chris says, starting to light the blunt he was holding. 

You and Rodrick stay silent while they take the first few hits. Him giving his friends a meaner look, it softening when his eyes land on you. 

“Here.” 

They pass the blunt to you, and you realize you don't know what to do with it. You bring it to your lips and take in a cautious breath. The smoke fills your mouth, but nothing happens because you didn't inhale correctly. Before the boys across you have a chance to laugh, Rodrick takes the blunt from you. 

“Don't say anything.” Rodrick warns them. 

You didn't know much, but this definitely was an interesting way of smoking. 

He brings the lit end to his lips, motioning you to come towards him with his other hand. You obey the request and scoot closer to him. You put your lips on the opposite end and Rodrick blows. Smoke quickly fills your mouth, and you inhale everything you can. 

Going against your first instinct, you hold the air in your lungs for as long as you can. Probably too long, by the way a heat fills your chest, and your dramatic coughs afterwards. 

The boys laugh at your struggle, and Rodrick passes you a water bottle. You gave him a small “thank you” and took a big sip.  The three start their normal rotation, occasionally passing it to you. It takes a few times, but with Rodrick's help and Ben and Chris's commentary, you finally inhale properly. 

Thirty minutes later Rodrick's van filled with a light fog, Chris and Ben were gone and Rodrick was lighting another blunt. He smokes alone, you were feeling too lightheaded to take another hit and instead getting a contact high this time. 

“I think I like being high.” You tell Rodrick with your head in his lap. 

“Yea, what do you like about it?” He spoke soft and slowly.

“I think I like, like the feeling and like I like smoking and-” 

You struggle to get your thoughts out, causing you and Rodrick to burst into a fit of laughter. You two laugh for much longer than necessary, you still stumbling over your words. 

“Like I like smoking with you and-” 

“You already said that.” Rodrick cuts you off.

“No, I said I like to smoke, but I think I like smoking with you more.” 

“Why?” He questioned. 

“Because you're fun.” You tell him with a toothy grin and half lidded eyes. “And I like love doing everything with you.” You pause. “Don't you love doing everything with me?” 

You'd expect him to think for a moment before answering, to deny and come up with some excuse on how some things are in fact easier without you. Then you would have to force the answer out of him, but he doesn't. Instead, he agrees immediately. 

“Yea, I think I love doing everything with you too.” 

“What!” His words make you jump, and your head leaves his lap. Leaving it to feel empty. “You do!” 

Slightly embarrassed by your reaction, he doesn't say anything. His hands lazily find your hips, and you quickly move to sit on top of him. You both smile, and he lets out a low groan as your weight settles on him. 

“Do you really like doing things with me?” You question him, genuinely looking for an answer. 

He doesn't reply but goes in for a kiss, which you dodge, so he brings his lips to your neck instead. 

“Don't get all shy now.” You tease him. “Answer me.” 

You tug lightly at his hair,  forcing his eyes to yours. 

“We're best friends, y/n you know that.”

“And.”

He lets out an annoyed sigh, a fake one. 

“And we do a lot of shit together, so I have to like love doing it.”

A notification pings  your phone and your head turns towards the sound. 

“You are so fake.” You tell him before you go to check the notification. 

Rodrick watches you open your phone and start to type, waiting for you to return. But it takes longer than he expects. 

“Who is it?” He asks you.

You ignore him and continue texting. He watches you giggle and smile at your screen. His face scrunches in confusion once the person you were texting calls  you. And to his surprise, you pick it up on the first ring. 

“Hiii.” You say in an over cheerful tone, that toothy grin returned. 

“Who is it?” He asks again. 

“It's no one.” You tell Rodrick and continue with your conversation. “No, I'm just with a friend, yea the one that was with me at the mall.” 

*No one huh*

Next chapter ;)

All chapters :)

[1dfangirls35]

Voir Dire (N.H.)

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

twenty-one

Niall couldn't help but feel out of place. 

As he sat in the near silent waiting room, surrounded by mother's cradling their baby bumps, holding hands with their partners beside them, and chasing after children, he began to wonder how he'd ended up in this place, sat beside Krystal as they awaited her very first OB appointment.

His palms were sweating, which probably had something to do with the fact that with every passing minute this became more and more real. He was going to be a father. In six short months he would have a child; a miniature version of him staring back at him.

It wasn't that Niall didn't want to be a father. He'd always pictured it as part of his future. Chasing a giggly toddler around the living room. Kicking a soccer ball back and forth in the green grass of his backyard. He'd even envisioned himself changing a few smelly diapers. But when he'd imagined it, it had always been with someone he loved beside him. A child created because he loved someone so much that he couldn't wait to bring another person into their life together. He'd never thought he'd become a father in this way- knocking up his fake girlfriend in a one night stand because both of them were lonely.

Niall looked over at Krystal. She was twirling a piece of her long blonde hair around her finger, over and over again, her eyes fixated on the blank beige wall in front of them. She hadn't said a word since Niall had picked her up this morning, well, except for a very soft 'Krystal Hoffman' to the lady at the front desk. Niall knew that for every ounce of fear he had in his body, the number was a thousand-fold in Krystal's. This wasn't what she'd planned either. She was supposed to be getting ready to land her first acting gig, not preparing to have her life changed forever by a child.

He reached his hand out, placing it on top of hers with a reassuring squeeze. Krystal turned her head and gave him the smallest of smiles, but Niall saw right through it. Her eyes revealed that she's just as terrified as she was when she broke the news to Niall almost four weeks ago.

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After their "hook-up", Niall chose to act like it never happened, and lucky for him, Krystal chose the same stance. Maybe they'd both realized it was a poor decision, made in a vulnerable, emotional moment. Things returned to normal for a few weeks, they went on their last few PR dates, they maintained their friendship, and Niall still  returned home at night feeling like his life was in shambles. The light at the end of the tunnel was that the end of the contract was in sight. The promo was done, the concerts sold-out, all that remained was one final blockbuster-worthy break-up to get Niall that last ounce of publicity.

But then something changed. One day Krystal was cracking jokes with Niall as they walked down Rodeo Drive hand in hand; three days later she was nearly mute, speaking only when absolutely necessary. She seemed unfocused- like her mind was in an entirely different place than her body. He'd tried probing her, thinking that maybe she'd talk to him about it- the boy that was on her mind or the audition she was stressed about . Instead he was answered with a sharp "It's nothing. I'm fine" and the most forced smile he'd ever seen.

Niall attributed it to the nerves of this all ending. He told himself that Krystal was simply looking into auditions, trying to find her next step after the split from Niall. Niall didn't even consider the idea that there was something bigger eating her up inside. Much bigger.

"We need to talk," Krystal said one evening on a PR sighting out to dinner, her eyes shifting to look out the window.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Niall laughed. They were talking. That's all they'd been doing at this table where a few paparazzi had come to take some pictures. The media had died down slightly, perhaps because the newness of Niall and Krystal had faded. Perhaps they were on to the next celebrity couple- at least for the time being.

"I think this is a conversation that would be better to have in private." Krystal's voice shook every so slightly as she spoke, and Niall couldn't help but notice that she can't seem to look him in the eyes.

"Okay," he responded cheerfully. His insides, however, churned in anticipation of what Krystal could possibly have to say to him in a private conversation.

His insides continued to churn. While they exited from the restaurant with Krystal's hand intertwined with his. While they drove in near silence back to Niall's house. And now, while Niall sat impatiently on his sofa as he waited for Krystal to speak. 

She was staring at the black and white framed photo of The Eagles positioned on Niall's wall and Niall could have sworn that she hadn't blinked since they'd arrived. He watched as Krystal twirled a piece of her hair inbetween her fingers, her chest rising and falling in deep even breaths as if she's concentrating on her own respirations.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted out suddenly, her words leaving her mouth so quickly that Niall's not even sure he heard them correctly.

At first, Krystal's statement didn't even register in Niall's mind. It made sense to him- why Krystal would be acting so anxious, why she seemed like her mind was on something else. And then suddenly, his brain comprehends why she's telling him this. His stomach lurched. It couldn't be.

Niall's mind scoured for any recollection from that night. But there were hardly any pieces to be found. He remembered Krystal showing up at his door, her remembered comforting her, and he remembered laying in bed afterwards feeling like he'd been punched in the gut- but the in between? That was all a bit blurry, like his emotions had blocked it from his mind.

"But," Niall began, as if protesting what Krystal had said would somehow make it less true. "Didn't we use..."

"I don't remember," Krystal spat, as if she'd suddenly gotten her voice back. "But I'm on the pill and I mean I guess sometimes I forget or a miss the alarm but I swear I always take it when I remember and..." Krystal began to ramble.

Niall didn't hear the rest of what she said, her words sounded muffled, like Niall was underwater. He certainly felt like he could be underwater. Like he was drowning- the outside world slowly slipping from his grasp. 

"Fuck," Niall muttered under his breath. He felt his pulse quickening, his head  pounding, and his breathing becoming ragged. He couldn't be in here, in this space with this announcement. He rushed towards the back door, flinging it open with a bang and rushing out onto the green lawn.

"Where are you going?" Krystal shouted but Niall didn't even hear her.

He stood there for a moment, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He felt like he was not even in his own body. Like he's watching a movie of his life- a very bad one at that, where everything that could possibly go wrong for the protagonist does. Niall looked up at the blue Los Angeles sky. He figured that at any moment, the skies would open up in a torrential downpour, to really set the mood. They didn't. Instead, the sun shined back at him and he felt that maybe he should curse at the world for all the bad cards he'd been dealt as of late. But he couldn't do that either, because this -this was all his own doing. It's the wake-up call that Niall  had needed for so long. The shock to his system that finally made him realize that he was on a path to self-destruction. And in that moment he realized that his life was never going to get better if he didn't start taking back control. And that started with facing the consequences of his actions. 

Niall heard Krystal sniffling as he re-entered the house. He watched as she quickly tried to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand, but even that couldn't hide the puffiness that now surrounded them. He instantly felt guilty for running out on her like that. She'd probably been terrified to tell him in the first place, and here he was bolting like a total dick.

Niall didn't say anything at first, sliding onto the couch next to Krystal and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She laid her head against him as he whispered "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like that."

He half expected her to lash out at him. To yell at him for leaving after she just told him something so serious. To lecture him that his actions were nothing like that of a father, and that he had a long way to go if he wanted a place in this child's life. She didn't.

"It's okay," she responded in a shaky voice that proved that it was far from okay.

There were a million questions racing through Niall's mind, including the looming question of whether or not this was even his baby. He knew it was a possibility, but it was a small one right?   They'd only ever slept together once. 

"It's mine?" Niall asked, "You're sure?" Niall wasn't sure what transpired that night, but he swears he is starting to remember grabbing that foil package from his bedside drawer. He was always careful. Always.

Krystal  quickly nodded. "I've looked at the dates a million times and it... it just adds up that way." Niall could have sworn he heard some hesitation in her voice, but maybe that was his brain trying to hear things that weren't there, searching for a way out of this. Krystal wouldn't lie to him. Not about anything this important. Not about something that would change the course of  both their lives. He suddenly regretted ever asking about the paternity, thinking it likely made him look desperate for a way out. 

"I'm sorry, I debated not even telling you, and I know we have the contract meeting next week and..." Krystal's eyes began to glaze over again. "I just want you to know that I completely understand if you want nothing to do with this. I'll keep quiet about it- even to your management."

Niall looked Krystal in the eyes. He could see the fear filling her hazel irises, and he began to think about just how much strength it had taken Krystal to tell him. The turmoil that had likely been going on inside her head day in and day out . And though every ounce of him wanted to be angry, at himself, at Krystal, at his management for every putting him in this situation in the first place, all he could feel was an ache in his heart for Krystal.

"Krystal, look at me," he said, taking her hands into his.  "I will support you in whatever decision you make. You aren't going to go through this alone."

Krystal nodded, but her eyebrows were still laced with concern. "I'm going to keep it," she murmured softly, as if she was hesitating to vocalize her decision aloud. "Maybe my mom's right and I've made a terrible mistake and I'm ruining my life, but maybe it's a blessing in disguise? " Niall could tell that Krystal was still trying to convince herself of that last part. He wanted to press her about her mother, but he knows know is not the time.

Instead, he wraps his arms around Krystal, hugging her tight. "You're going to be an excellent mother, I just know it."

*****************

Niall and Krystal came to the conclusion that they had to mention their news to Niall's management, especially since their upcoming meeting was supposed to be all about how to break things off. Not to mention the fact that Niall was supposed to be on tour during the time Krystal's online due date calculator indicated the baby would be arriving. Niall found it a bit ironic, for so long he had longed for the day when he would be free to spend time with whoever he chose again, and here he was willingly giving Capitol a reason to continue to dictate his personal life.

Mr. Michaels was perched behind his desk with a sinister grin plastered on his face like always as Niall and Krystal entered his office to discuss the status of the contract. Entering the Capitol Office never got any easier, and Niall wondered what bombshell Mr. Michaels had to drop on Niall's plans this time. Niall wasn't thrilled with the idea of extending the contract, but he wasn't sure what else there was to do at this point. He was trying to do the right thing. And if the right thing meant continuing to fake a relationship with Krystal- that's exactly what he would do.

He took a seat in the chair next to Krystal, rubbing his palms against his grey trousers as Mr. Michaels began to clear his throat. "As you both know, the contract is about to expire. So we need to discuss how we will wrap this relationship up," Mr. Michaels announced.

"Before we discuss that," Niall interrupted hesitantly, noticing that his voice cracked. "We have something to tell you that may...influence how the ending of this is handled."

Mr. Michaels raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"I'm pregnant," Krystal blurted out before he had a chance to ask questions.

Mr. Michaels was silent for a moment, and Niall took small satisfaction in knowing that for once he had caught the man off-guard. "I see," Mr. Michaels paused, tapping his pen against the metal surface of his desk. "Well in that case we can certainly extend the contract as needed, although  it's not what we had planned for promotion I can't say that this won't generate its own set of publicity..."

"No," Krystal said suddenly, causing Mr. Michaels to look up abruptly.

"I'm sorry," he asked, giving Krystal a confused glance.

"No, I won't sign another contract," Krystal repeated, her voice firmer this time. "I'm simply notifying you so that you can alter your plans. If Niall wants to be part of this child's life, I want it to be by his choice and on his terms."

Mr. Michaels looked startled, like that was the last thing he expected to leave Krystal's mouth. Niall wondered if he looked shocked too, because he also hadn't even considered the fact that Krystal would refuse signing the contract. 

"You didn't have to do that," he said as they entered the elevator to leave the Capitol building, having come to an agreement with Mr. Michaels that their relationship in the public eye would fizzle out without any outside interference and that Niall's tour dates from mid-February to March would be rescheduled. 

"It was the only thing I could do Niall. I don't want this contract dictating your life anymore, and I certainly don't want you to resent me or this baby because of it."

"Thank you," Niall replied softly, but he knew even those words weren't big enough to express just how grateful he was to finally be out of Capitol's control- or at least partly. 

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In the time since they'd met with Capitol, there had been many rumors circulating. Rumors that Niall and Krystal had broken up when their sightings together disappeared. Rumors that they were expecting a baby triggered by the suspicious rescheduling of some of Niall's tour dates. Even rumors that the two had broken up because of the baby. 

They weren't together- not in a romantic sense- but Niall had committed himself to being there for Krystal in whatever way possible, especially after learning that her mother had effectively disowned her when she learned she was pregnant. He knew he was doing the right thing- but that didn't make the right thing easy.

He often laid awake at night wondering if this is what his life would become, a platonic co-parenting relationship with his former fake girlfriend. Fearing what this would do to his career. Imagining what this news might do to the person who still had a grasp on his heart, no matter how much time had passed. A part of Niall wondered what would have happened if all those months ago, Capitol hadn't decided he needed a girlfriend to promote his record. Would he be where he was now? Or was his life always meant to be this way?

"Krystal Hoffman," the nurse called out, entering the waiting room with a clipboard in hand and snapping Niall back into reality.  Krystal stood abruptly and Niall noticed her hand shaking as she reached to grab her purse. He reached out, setting a hand on the small of her back and leaning over to whisper in her ear. "We can do this." 

But he's not sure who needed more convincing- Krystal or himself.

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