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misctf · 1 year ago

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Getting Over Him

Amanda wiped a few tears from her eyes as she looked into the mirror at her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. This was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with friends. But she didn’t want to be just friends with Brad. She had come to love everything about him: his kind personality, his respectfulness, and physically- he was exactly her type. But while Amanda developed feelings for the blond college jock, he never seemed to view her as anything more than a friend. But she always hoped that maybe one day he would.

“I just wish I could get over him.” She mumbled, drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep, barely registering the odd symbols glowing on the wall.

Meanwhile, Brad sat at the edge of his bed, feeling like shit. He replayed the events of that night in his head- Amanda bringing up her feelings and him awkwardly turning her down. Brad massaged his temples. He knew she had feelings for him, and honestly he had feelings for her. But he was hesitant, worried about their friendship.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, stripping off his shirt, pants, and boxers. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, “Could use a good workout.” As he turned towards his bed, he noticed the glowing symbols on the wall around him, “What the fuck...”

He saw them when they first arrived, but didn’t think much of it given it was an older home. Now that they were glowing, his curiosity peaked. As he reached out to touch one, several glowing orbs emerged from the symbol, dancing around the room. Brad yelped in surprise, turning to leave, but suddenly finding he couldn’t move.

“What the hell? Help!” But his words were only a hoarse whisper.

“Is this him?” Brad felt a cold sweat wash over him as he heard the voice.

“Yeah that’s the one!” Another voice cooed.

“I can totally see why she’s into him.” Another voice giggled.

Brad was terrified. Sure the house was old, but haunted? There was no way. He moved his eyes around frantically, eventually landing on his own frozen form in the mirror across from him.

“Hmm but that seems to be the problem!” One of the orbs approached him, “She’s totally into blonds.” Brad watched in shock as the orbs moved through his hair, each blond follicle changing and becoming darker until settling on a dark black. Simultaneously, he involuntarily raised his arms, where a few more of the orbs tickled his pits, the hair there changing too.

“H-how?” Brad strained to ask the simple question.

“Hmm but that won’t be enough!” one of the orbs said, “She loves a clean shaven man.”

Brad recoiled as the orbs began to move across his body. Each area they touched, became increasingly itchy. He grunted in frustration as the itchiness became unbearable. However, the feeling peaked and calmed as hair follicles began to push out from his previously well-shaven body. Tiny black hairs emerged from his chest, shoulders, crotch, arms, and legs. The jock’s face was no exception as the dark hairs emerged, giving him a small beard. His body turned, so that he could see how hairy his ass and back had become. But to his horror, the hair began to thicken, covering him in a thick pelt.

“Almost missed a spot!” Brad raised his arms and the orbs worked on growing out and thickening his pit hair.

Brad felt his frustration building, “Why are you doing this?” He forced out. Brad was happy with his appearance- blond, clean-shaved, muscular- and he knew that women liked it too. He couldn’t be seen like this! And he couldn’t even imagine how long it would take to shave.

“He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it!” A voice whined.

“Don’t worry, we can change that!”

Brad watched as a few of the dancing lights moved towards his cock. He tried to move out of the way, but his resistance faded as they began to massage him, the pleasure causing him to moan. He had never felt anything like it- the sensation as they bobbed up and down on his cock, which had quickly hardened at the sensation. He could barely focus as they continued to dance around him, the jock’s mind consumed with pleasure.

“See! He looks so happy!” The one celebrated as Brad let out another silent moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His arms moved freely, as he rubbed his hairy chest and massaged his nipples, “See he’s sooooo into it!”

“Let’s focus now! Poor Amanda. Always attracted to guys with big muscles.”

As Brad rubbed his hairy chest, he felt his firm pecs start to soften. As he pushed on them, it felt like they were deflating- losing the definition he had worked so hard to get. The jock forced himself to open his eyes, doing his best to resist the pleasure. He wished he hadn’t. Brad watched as his muscular frame began to shift. His pecs had already deflated, and his abdominal muscles followed, quickly losing definition. His arms were not spared as his biceps and triceps atrophied before his eyes. The jock grunted as he felt his shoulders press in on themselves as his back muscles decayed, leaving him more narrow and lanky.

“Wa-wait, please... stop...” He said between pants. He let out another grunt though as a thin layer of fat began to cover his lanky body, a small paunch protruding from where his abs had been.

“Aww don’t cry Brad.” A voice cooed, “Just focus on the pleasure.” Brad moaned and threw his head back as the pleasure in his dick intensified.

“But while he’s definitely not her type now, there’s always still a chance.” A voice whispered, disapprovingly.

Brad felt a shift in his mind as his sexuality flip- a sudden need for cock down his throat or up his ass invading his thoughts. And as these thoughts became cemented, he felt an inward pulling from his dick. He watched as his manhood shrunk- as it did the pleasure there moved to his ass. He moaned as he grabbed his ass and explored his hole with his fingers.

“Th-this isn’t right!” He huffed, wincing at the higher pitch of his voice. He had never played with his ass like this, yet now he couldn’t help it, the pleasure there dwarfing anything he had experienced from his dick, “Y-you can’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t worry Brady.” A voice whispered in his ear.

Brad was about to respond when he felt an intense pressure in his head. It felt like something was trying to push him out of his own mind.

“Amanda likes him for his kindness and respectfulness.” A voice giggled, “I doubt she’ll care for slutty and judgy!”

The jock became aware of a new set of memories- his time sucking off the football team, the men who bent him over, and the nights he would spend clubbing and partying. He had become a total size queen too, only caring to suck or get fucked by hung men. And as these new interests blossomed, he could sense this new personality pushing him out.

“No stop!” He moaned, “This isn’t real!” He was holding on desperately to his old memories, to who he was.

“We’re doing this for Amanda.” Brad’s eyes widened in confusion, “Just give in to the pleasure.”

Brad moaned, trying to resist. Part of him knew if he gave into the pleasure, it would be over for him. But just as he got closer to climaxing there was a knock on the door. The orbs vanished and the symbols stopped glowing. Brad fell to the ground, huffing, his small cock still rock hard and his ass throbbing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” He whispered, moving his once restrained limbs, “Need to find Amanda.” His thoughts were a mess- his old personality still present, while the new one continued to try and dominate.

The former jock threw on a pair of underwear and opened the door, desperate to find help. However, standing at the door was one of his teammates.

“Shit!” Brad said, again wincing at his voice. Nick looked at him, seemingly confused, “You’ll never believe me man but...” Brad stopped midsentence, his eyes traveling down Nick’s muscular and bare torso. His eyes landed on Nick’s compression shorts, where an evident bulge was growing. He bit his lip- what would it be like to have that python down his throat?

“Oh uh hey man.” Nick replied, the confusion leaving his face, “You’re Amanda’s friend, right? Brady?” Brad felt his heart sink- did Nick not remember him? The concern dissipated though as Brad refocused on the growing bulge in Nick’s pants, “Uh so...” Brad continued to stare at Nick's bulge, “Uh yeah I was wondering if...”

Brad wanted to resist, to push Nick away and find Amanda, but as he stared at the growing snake in Nick’s shorts, he gave in, “I can help you with that.” Nick grinned and without hesitation, pushed Brad back into the room.

The next morning, Amanda woke up and slowly got out of bed. As she entered the hallway, she watched the door to Brad’s room open. She grew confused when a sweaty Nick walk out, a stupid grin on his face.

“What the fuck?” Amanda whispered.

“Oh hey Amanda!” Nick said, blushing, “Uh yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, “Uh thanks for bringing Brady.”

Amanda was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but Nick quickly darted to his room. She narrowed her eyes and walked over to Brad’s room, intent on finding out what that was all about.

“Hey Brad, what...” Her eyes landed on a man swiping on his phone in Brad’s bed, someone who she didn’t even recognize. But before she could say anything, something clicked in her head. That was Brady, her gay best friend. He had insisted he come along when he saw the guys who would be going. Amanda sighed, this was so typical of him, “So, had fun last night?”

Brady looked up from Grindr and giggled, “Hun, you have no idea.”

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #personality tf #wish gone wrong

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bosinclairsgff · 7 months ago

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Slashers reacting to self harm scars

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM

Warning: talk of self harm, Otis’s is kinda dark, kidnap

Includes: Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Bo Sinclair, The Grabber, Amanda Young

Baby would be laying down with you in bed one night. She loves cuddling you and covering you in kisses. The kisses would start at your neck and go the way down to your hands. That’s when she feels scabbed over cuts on your arm. Immediately she sits up and grabs your arm. “Sugar, what happened?? Are ya okay? Did someone hurt ya?” She asks frantically. You would have to explain to her what happened. She’s heartbroken at first, not understanding why you would do that to yourself. Baby loves you so much and wants you to see how amazing you are. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to do that. It’s okay ya know I’ll take care ya.” She says sympathetically, pulling you into a tight hug. “Please don’t do that again sugar, come to me, I’ll help you.” Baby says. You nod in response, maybe she could help you.

Otis wanted to take a shower with you, which you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for getting him clean. The only bad thing was you had just relapsed recently. You did not want him to see that right now, not knowing how he’d react. Otis went ahead of you and started the shower, getting in first. You slowly followed behind him. “What the fuck is taking ya so god damn long girl, I don’t have all fucking day.” He shouts. You pick the pace up, undressing and stepping into the shower with him. Immediately his eyes fall to your arms and thighs. “What the fuck happened to ya?” He says reaching out to touch your arm. You wince and pull back. “I asked what the fuck happened.” He states in a darker tone. Taking to long for his liking he grabs you by the neck and pushes you against the wall. “You think it’s okay to harm yourself like that mama?” Otis questions again. You shake your head, struggling to breathe. “You ever pull some shit like this again, and I’ll show you real mother fucking pain bitch.” He growls into your ear.

For the past few days you’ve been walking around Ambrose in a long sleeve shirt, keeping it on day and night. Bo starts to notice after the first day. How you avoid him touching one of your arms. Even at night when you usually sleep in one of his oversized shirts, you’ve stuck to a tight long sleeve. So, he confronts you one night. “Darlin, why are you wearin that damn long sleeve shirt in the middle of a Louisiana summer?” Bo questions while tilting his head to the side. It catches you off guard you thought he hadn’t noticed. “Oh I’m not sure. I didn’t even realize I had been wearing a long sleeve shirt. It does keep the sun off me though so that’s good I suppose.” You try to laugh it off. He looks down and chuckles, before grabbing you roughly and the wrist. You yelp in response. Before you can protest he harshly shoves your sleeve up your arm, making you wince in slight pain. His eyes widen at the sight. “Baby, why would you do that? I never want to see this shit again. You understan me?” He barks out like an order, gripping your wrist tighter. “Okay! I promise I won’t do it again, please let go.” Satisfied, he lets go.

It was the third day you had been taken and kept in this hell like basement. You knew it was The Grabber who had taken you. Sometimes when you woke up, you found him sitting near the mattress, just watching you sleep. It scared you but also brought almost a sick comfort. This time he came downstairs he had a small cardboard box in his hands. “I brought you a….new shirt and new underwear. So I can wash your pants.” He says smiling. You say nothing in response, just nodding. He sat down the box in front of you, watching, waiting for you to make a move to look into the box. Scared, you move forward and taking the shirt and underwear out of the box. “Where can I change?” You say, just above a whisper. The man chuckles darkly. “You’ll change right here dove.” His dark smile growing larger. Not wanting to make him mad you take your shirt off, revealing your arms to him. His eyes stay emotionless but intrigued. “Oh my little dove, why do such a thing? Your skin is so beautiful.” He says in almost a kind, caring voice. “I don’t know, it helps me calm down. The world can be so much to handle.” You respond putting the shirt over your head. You couldn’t hide your arms as it was a short sleeve shirt. It was however just oversized enough to hide your most precious parts from his eyes as you changed underwear. Sliding the cardboard box back over to his feet with the dirty clothes you look up at him. He squats down, now eye to eye with you. “What will you do now to handle the world?” He laughs darkly, getting up and leaving you alone in the dark basement.

#horror #horror fan #horror movie #horror movies #horror films #slasher x reader #slashers #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #the grabber x you #the grabber x reader #the black phone fanfic #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #baby firefly x reader #baby firefly #bosinclairsgff #dark fic

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verystrxxwberry · 3 months ago

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MCL NEW GEN; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, mcl new gen routes x reader, comfort, when you ask them if you could get hugged. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It was about time I did this for the new gen routes as well, so here it is!

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❖ DEVON ;; Fatherly reassuring hugs. It wasn’t the first time someone asked him that and it made him so happy when someone did! He could see that others trusted and relied on him whenever they were in their worst and that made him feel a huge amount of personal satisfaction. A glint of genuine happiness appears on his face the moment you ask him along with a big and brilliant smile. He doesn’t even think twice and wraps his arms around you. Devon’s hugs are really useful to recharge your battery or to feel comforted after an exhausting day. One of his hands resting on your back as the other gives a small massage to your scalp, “someone had a bad day?” He’d ask with a low and soft tone to not interrupt the peace in the environment. He is willing to listen to you and hold you for as long as you need. He has a protective instinct which appeared when he was younger and had to care of other little kids, so he is caring and gentle by nature with those he cares about. He hugs you as if he feared that you’d disappear after his embrace.

❖ ROY ;; He’s willing to initiate physical contact whenever you need it, he is a big hug enjoyer. The moment you ask him his heart melts. You were too adorable to say no, and he wonders what a heartless creature could say no to your cute request. “That’s for sure, come here.” He’d sit on the bed and open his arms widely for you to get into them. The moment he wraps his strong arms around you, you won’t be able to escape. He’d lie down with you on top of him. Your head rests comfortably over his chest, hearing the soft and calm beating of his heart. He’d caress your cheek gently with one hand as the other rests over your waist. Soft kisses would be pressed against your forehead every now and then, his eyes exploring your features spontaneously to try to identify what you were feeling. “You are always welcomed in my arms, you know?” He’d mumble. You’d get reassured with his sweet words and kisses as he holds you as if you were the most valuable treasure in the world.

❖ AMANDA ;; Her hugs are just as fancy as she is, it is as if you bought something for a good price and a good quality since her embrace would never leave you unsatisfied. Though she normally hugs people when she is celebrating something. At first you’d see a surprised expression on her face, as she didn’t expect to see you in such a vulnerable state, but soon her glance softened. Her heart started beating fast, almost not believing the fact that you were asking her that, the warmth reaching her blushed cheeks. With a timid and little giggle she takes your hand, drawing you closer in a slow motion towards her body. “Did something happen or is it just a whim?” Her sweet voice speaks with an affectionate undertone, finally wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin over your shoulder. No matter if you hugged for comfort or for the urges or simply feeling her in your arms, she’d hold you warmly. When she separates to look at your face, her hands would still be resting on your waist, then she’d ask “do you need it longer?” And this would lead into a cuddle session.

❖ THOMAS ;; Yeah, uh… no. He’d stare at you and wonder if you seriously want a hug. “Why exactly?” He’d raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for a logical explanation to understand that sudden urge for a hug from him. No matter if he still didn’t understand it was what you needed the most for comfort, he did it. Thomas’ hugs aren’t the most comfortable at first, because you can basically feel how tense he is in your arms. He thought that he’d be more uncomfortable in your arms, but he started to relax along with you once seconds passed. You were his partner, it was fair to not only enjoy your presence but also the warmth your body gave to his cold skin. After an inner monologue in which he considered all the reasons to hug you, he finally decided to let his hands wander carefully from your shoulders to the middle of your back, carefully caressing you as if it was forbidden for him. “Is this alright?” He’d mutter against your cheek, pressing what seemed a little kiss there. Oh, you were much better since his cold heart warmed a little just to be such a softie for you.

❖ JASON ;; A loud laugh floated through the air seconds after you asked him that silly request. He’d clean some invisible tears before looking down at you, expecting you to say that it was a joke. But you seemed to be serious. “Oh, you’re not joking.” He’d comment to himself and sigh, caressing his frown. He’d look around to check that there is no one and then he’d pass an arm around your shoulders, “missed me, kitten?” Once again, his smug smirk takes control of his expression. He is surprisingly gentle with the way he holds you, it makes you think that you were embracing another person and not Jason. He pats your back, trying to comfort you, but will stop and press you closer, searching for your own warmth. He won’t confess that he is enjoying it, but he is doing so. For as long as it lasts, he’ll keep the silence, burying his nose into your hair and taking a deep breath; he’ll respect that maybe you need that hug. Then he’d separate and tease you a little, “my services aren’t cheap, kitten. So… what are you willing to give me back for this hug?”

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dontexpectmuch · 9 months ago

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Part 5 - Lost in Madrid

author note; i know i made u guys wait for quite some time, but i hope i can make it up to u with this long-ish part. let me know what you think! enjoy btw they make out and stuff, but nothing too explicit :)

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the unpleasant feeling of nervousness mixed with guilt spreads through your body, the sour taste in your mouth making you almost regret your decision, almost.

you have to remind yourself over and over again why you are even doing this, like a mantra that your mother forced you to remember back then. Sweat tickles down your neck and your cheeks feel warm, the distant voices filling the halls finding their way to your ears, as if to distract you from your mission. senor lagardes closed door is the only thing holding you back from going in, it almost looks at you mockingly, as if you won't be able to go through with it.

Inhaling deeply one last time, you raise your hand and knock on the door, a deep voce giving you permission to enter immediately.

“ah, linda!” his voice calls out, happiness painting his features.

you smile at him and close the door behind you, not understanding why you got even more nervous all of a sudden. you spent many breaks in this room, senor lagarde was always kind enough to let you work in here whenever you needed a quiet place to work.

“i hope i’m not bothering you?” your voice is stable, you think, your hands however feel clammy, and you feel your rapid heartbeat in your throat.

senor chuckles, clearly amused by your behaviour, “you could never bother me, how can i help you?”

a sigh leaves your lips, tongue poking out to wet them, “i wanted to ask if it is okay for me to switch teams?”

his eyebrows shoot up, however instead of saying anything he just nods, urging you to continue.

“i would like to see how the volleyball players develop, you know? The footballers almost understand everything, there would be nothing for me to watch anymore.”

you resist the urge to cringe as you watch senor hum at your words, he must think that you are some weird kid that does not know that they want. you remember telling him just how much you enjoy watching the footballers, and now all of a sudden you request to change the teams, fucking paradox [or desparate?].

“i understand. just go to their coach and explain the situation, nothing to worry about.” even though he smiles at you, deep creases around his mouth and eyes, you wish to do nothing more but break down and explain everything, or even ask for hid advice, maybe even both. senor has started to become the father figure you missed over the few years, always going out of his way to make you feel at home and comfortable.

and you? you decide to leave his side because you’re nothing more than a coward, not knowing how to deal with your feelings and this whole situation to begin with.

you nod, lips pulled into a straight line, “thanks. i’ll make sure to visit you as much as i can.”

you bid your goodbye and leave the room, sad smile somehow not leaving your lips as you walk dow the hall to amandas classroom. You need a shoulder to lean on, and though you have not updated her about the situation, you can count on her to be there for you.

your steps are fast, the fear of meeting him fueling your body to move in a pace that got you almost jogging. though you try to be subtle, your eyes frantically look around, avoiding and searching for him, just so you can avoid him and reach your friends room in peace.

“so, everything was fine, but you avoid him because…?” amanda eyes you skeptically, leaning back against her chair with her arms crossed. one might think that she is scolding you with how you sit in front of her desk, hands placed on your lap and guilt written over your features.

groaning, you throw your head back, shoulders sacking, “i can’t be with him, manda. i won’t be here in a few months, like, that wouldn’t be fair”.

everything was just perfect that night, the vibes, his scent, his soft lips and the warmth that spread through you as he pulled you closer by your waist, deepening the kiss in a way that has never happened to you before. his brown eyes were so kind when he smiled down at you, making the stars in the sky jealous of the sparkle inside of them.

amandas stern voice pulls you out of your thoughts floating around jude, making you flinch, “no, you are being unfair to him, not the time or whatever you think it might be.” her eyes pierce through yours, “you basically are playing with his feelings at his points.”

“we don’t know if he actually likes me like that, i mean he could-“

“bullshit, that guy ran after you for months just to be even considered your friend, stop denying the truth.” amanda cuts you off, wording the thoughts you had, but were to coward to admit.

you sigh once again, head in your hands, “well, its too late anyway, i tried to avoid him for the past week, he probably hates me by now.”

“just talk to him, linda. he is a very mature guy for his age and will definitely listen to you.”

you know that she is telling the truth, that you are being unfair and that without trying, you’d never know how it would work out anyway. and though you already knew all of this somehow [did you really?], hearing someone else say it helps you gain a clearer view of the situation.

nodding, you get up seeing that the time has come to move to your own classroom, hugging amanda goodbye before leaving her room. the refreshing feeling of determination takes place inside you [might also be nervousness] as you take confident steps towards your room. you only have to finish this lesson, sprint to the field and wait for training to end, then you can talk to him and get things clear.

amanda is right, though jude is [adoringly] annoying, he is quite mature and will listen to you, and hopefully understand the reason for your avoidance the past week.

what you however failed to realize is that jude can be also quite emotional, stubborn and really talented when it comes to make one feel like they did the biggest mistake known to mankind.

because when yours and judes eyes meet as he walks through the gate, he immediately looks away and fastens his steps, beelining to his mother’s car. you always forgot just how fast jude is, his long legs making helping him move quicker than the average person.

you run after him, hand holding your bag to stop it from sliding off your shoulder, “jude! c`mon just listen to me this one time!” you call after him, fighting off your smile [and the butterflies in your stomach] as you see his steps flatter when he hears your voice.

he halts suddenly, making you almost collide with his back before he spins around to face you, his eyes holding a certain emotion in them that you can't exactly describe. all the confidence that you held in you vanishes as you look at him, his whole demeanor making you feel small.

as you open your mouth to force something out of it, jude beats you to it, his voice so deep that it makes your core clench, “you are fucking mean.”

your heart drops, everything around you stills as you look at his eyes defeated, not sure how to move on now. it’s the first time you hear him say something so, hurtful, especially towards you.

“jude, i-“

“i really thought you felt the same, like, shit, that was probably one of the best things to happen me ever since i came to madrid,” he scoffs, shaking his head, “and what? am i just some baller for you to fuck to get fame? really?”

you mouth hangs open as you try to find the right words to say, but oh how bad his words make you feel. did he carry these thoughts with him for the past week? fuck, you are the worst person ever, he didn’t do anything to deserve all of this, and you definitely do not deserve him in any way.

as your eyes dance around his face, still unsure how to reply to him, jude scoffs, light smirk - though it is anything but a good sign - on his lips as he looks down, hands resting on his hips. he turns on his heels, away from you, to continue his way to his mother’s car. each step he takes makes him feel a stab to his heart, even though you were the one who hurt him, he still can’t help but horrible.

that feeling mirrors itself inside your chest, too, and you decide to speak up, letting any and everything that just comes to your mind, “you were so annoying at first, i genuinely didn’t want to be in any relationship with you, at all.”

the sound of your voice makes him halt, eyebrows raised as he turns around, “is that supposed to make me feel better-“

“and i thought you were some over confident, spoiled and entitled footballer that thought that everyone wants them.” you cut him off, taking a step towards him, feeling better as you see that jude does the same, his eyes looking at yours.

“and it hurts me to admit it, but yes, i also thought, no -i still think that, you were - and really are, attractive, not the slightest bit arrogant and a sweetheart. yes, we had a weird start, but as you kinda forced yourself into my space, in a good way, i came to like you, fuck, i even missed you even though you were standing right next to me.” your cheeks burn as you just admitted all that to jude, the feeling even increasing as you watch his lips form to a smile, the one that he usually wore when he started to tease you for something.

“and that’s why you ghosted me? after that night?” jude takes another step forward, tilting his head to the side. his eyes never leave you, the warm temperature doing no good as a cold shiver runs down your spine. you feel goosebumps spreading over your body, the slight tingling almost going unnoticed because of the emotions you feel inside of you.

“i,” you speak up again, lump forming in your throat. you inhale deeply, “i’m not gonna be here for much longer, jude.”

fuck, have you always been this emotional? you let your eyes look up the baby blue sky, trying to reform your thoughts to make them make sense.

“even though i want it, like, really want to be with you, i can’t do that to neither of us. what would happen after i leave?” your voice grows weak towards the end of you sentence, the bag and a certain weight on your shoulders making them sack.

a sigh leaves judes plump lips, the ones that felt so soft against yours, warming up your entire body even though they only ever touched one spot. you know that now is not the right time to fantasize about the feeling again [there is no wrong time for it either], but the sudden urge to feel them again almost makes you go feral.

“i wish i could understand you.” jude makes you regain your senses, your eyes snap up to his eyes.

that probably means he won’t forgive you, you think, the unpleasant feelings from this morning returning. you should’ve known, why would he even forgive you for cutting him off so suddenly?

his big hand suddenly grabs your shoulder, then moves to grab your bag’s strap to move it off from it to put it on his. you watch his moves quietly, trying to understand what he is doing.

is he going to steal your bag as a revenge? [you definitely yap too much, you admit]

“let’s continue this at mine’s.”

that’s all jude as before he turns away to walk to his mother’s car once more, stunning you to your core.

“come on!” he yells back at you, a few meters away from his past position.

your legs move before you even notice it, quickly following him to the sleek black car where his mother already waves at you happily, which you return just as happily.

“hi, darling.” denise greets you as you enter the car and close the cafe behind you, turning her upper body to look at you properly.

“hey, how have you been?” you smile reaches your eyes for the first time since last week, comfortable air surrounding you.

throughout your entire small talk and the drive back to their home, jude just quietly sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window. his mother tries to include him into the conversation every once in awhile, though he doesn’t really respond to anything.

the pit of nervousness inside you only continues to grow when you enter the home and listen to jude telling his mother that the two of you will be talking in his room. your body follows him as if it is on autopilot. you can feel your heartbeat down to your toes, your hands are cold and your eyes look around his room when you sit down on his grey sofa.

jude puts both bags down next to the small coffee table in front of the sofa, then turns to walk to his big closet to change of of his training clothes into something more comfortable. all while you are in the room. watching him. you should look away, you think, and that is what you do [though you don’t want to].

instead, you decide to look around some more, impressed by how big his room is. all of it is held in a dark tone, greys, blacks and whites present through the entire room. his king sized bed is in the middle of the wall in front of you, two small tables next to each side. he has polaroid pictures of friends and family above the right bedside table, the wall above the left one left blank.

the grey sofa you are sitting on is across the bed, in front of it the small coffee table with a bottle of water and two glasses on top. his closet is on the right side of the room, next to it he has a drawer with different perfumes lined up on top of it.

his room looks like it is cut out from pinterest, but at the same time it just screams that it belongs to none other than jude bellingham. scattered pieces of clothing is present on the floor, some moving boxes pushed to one corner begging to be opened and the light on the ceiling is just one light bulb. a perfect example of what kind of person jude is, you guess.

you suddenly feel the cushion of the sofa next to you sink, jude now sitting next to you. he put on some grey sweatpants and a white shirt, his scent invading your personal space, though you do nothing but welcome it with open arms. you truly have missed him, though you suck at showing it to him.

“you actually like me like that?” his voice sounds giddy as he slightly pushes his shoulder against yours, making you groan as you put your elbows against your knees with your head in your hands.

“is that all you heard?” you ask, looking at him.

jude smiles down at you, taking one of your hand inside of his as he intertwines your fingers with his, “well, yeah. the important stuff only.” he shrugs.

he just shrugged, as if your fears are nonexistent. as if they aren’t a problem to you guy’s relationship. he didn’t invalidate them, you know it. he is too considerate to do so, but you just don’t know what to feel, if you’re honest.

“jude…” you begin, sighing.

“listen,” he sits up, your hand still in his as he clears his throat, “i understand what you mean, i really do. but that’s in the future, and we have lots of time til then. trust me when i say that i am serious about you - about us. if you let me.”

“let you what?” your voice is small, not wanting to ruin the moment by speaking too loudly.

“let me be serious about an us. let me get to know you even more, let me be your man.”

judes words stun you, knocking out all the air from your lungs as you just sit there and look at him. if your heart was beating like crazy when you first came into this room, it surely will jump out of your chest with how fast it is beating now.

“so, you just forgive me? even though i was so mean to you?”

jude pulls you closer by your hand, now your upper body rests against his as your cheek is squished against his broad chest. you feel him rest his head on too of yours, a content sigh leaving him as if he finally found peace.

“i guess, if you-“

“i won’t have sex with you now.”

“-become my girlfriend, but okay.” he scoffs, “you really think sex is the only thing on my mind.” [with you, it mostly is]

“kinda.” you shrug, not even fighting off the smile on your lips.

“so?”

“hm? so what?” you lift your head to look at him, his arms still hugging your body.

“be my girlfriend?” the way he asks you, the way his big brown eyes shine as he looks down at you and the way his lips stretch to a beautiful smile, showing his pearly whites make your shoulders relax.

“i’d love to.” you mirror his smile, putting your head back on his chest and closing your eyes.

“i can’t believe you won’t come back.” jude complains as he takes your bag out of your hands, watching you wave goodbye to the volleyball players on the court.

rolling your eyes, you turn back to home to walk home, gently pinching his arm, “i actually enjoy watching them. all of them are fun and volleyball is a cool sport.”

“cooler than football?”

you just shrug as an answer, teasing smile causing him to bump his shoulder against yours.

the distance to your home isn’t long, the walk filled with comfortable conversations and teasing smiles thrown at each other. you still won’t hold his hand in public, not comfortable at the thought that someone else might see you. and though jude tried to convince you for the past week to just go for it, he respects your wish to go slow, wanting to savor the moments. [if he could, he would push you against the wall, though, and-]

“i fucking hate these stairs.” your boyfriend, yes, your very own, very cool, very talented-

“you’re an athlete, jude, two flights of stairs shouldn’t be a problem.” you grin down at him, already walking up the stairs.

you hear him groan behind you, your fit of giggles interrupted as jude suddenly leans his upper body against yours from behind you, causing you to almost stumble over the steps.

“carry me.” his strong arms circle around your waist, his cheek resting on your back.

the weather today was mild, you’d say, not like the past few weeks where even one step would make you sweat buckets. but now with jude hugging - well more like holding onto you for support - warmth is washing over you.

you try to pry him off by twisting your body and using your arms, but his grip only gets tighter, noises of refusal leaving his throat in protest. if you don’t hold onto the rails, you would have definitely fallen down by now, judes weight pulls you down so much that even your legs start to shake.

“jude, let go!” you laugh, finally getting his hands away from your body to quickly move up the stairs.

jude looks up to you from his position, leaning against the railing. his smirk makes your knees weak once more, the air around you two causing a certain dizziness arise inside you.

“carry me.”

“no.”

“is that your mum?” you hear jude ask from the living room, turning around as you dry your hands to look at him.

he is standing in front of your photo wall, many pictures scattered across it from different places, people and memories. you knew that you would be leaving madrid soon, but having those pictures on your wall, just where you can see them makes you feel even more at home, like you never left to begin with.

you walk around your counter to stand next to jude, smiling as your eyes look at the pictures, all the moments flooding your mind.

“yeah, she’s really photogenic.” you smile at him, heart beating fast when you see him inspecting the picture even more.

“same thing can be said about you, eh?”

his teasing smile reappears on his lips as he wiggles his eyebrows.

you groan, leaving his side to sit on your couch, not in the mood for his antics, “please don’t, i don’t have the energy to feel insecure about my pictures.”

you don’t hear him anymore, leaning your head back against the couch and closing your eyes. though you only stood by the sidelines, you feel quite drained from today. the new rules and names alongside the warm air inside the indoor field making your head pound uncomfortably. you definitely don’t regret that you changed teams, it’s refreshing and you habe always liked volleyball, but you also miss señor lagarde and judes loud shouting across the field sometimes.

deep in thought, you don’t notice how jude starts to walk around the couch, now standing behind you. his hands slowly move to your shoulders, he even has to lean down a bit. you only truly notice his presence behind you when his hands start to massage your tense shoulders and your neck, unlocking a deep moan from you.

“oh, fuck.” you moan again, especially when his fingers start to press against the sides of the crook of your neck.

jude stays quiet, seemingly calm and collected even though you are quite literally a moaning mess [his mind is a stark contrast to his outer appearance]. his upper body moves down some more, until his face is next to yours, hot breath fanning your neck and exposed shoulder.

you shudder when you feel his warm lips on your akin, feather like kisses dancing around, trailing after his fingers as they massage your shoulders, down to your arm. his lips stay on your neck, slowly move to your earlobe as he nibbles on it slightly. you take deep breaths to collect yourself, but suddenly he starts to suck at a certain spot behind your ear, whiny moan leaving you before you can even register.

“fuck, jude,” you speak up, leaning away from his touch to turn around, “c’mere.” you say, more like demand, which he happily does.

you don’t know when or how it happens, for one moment you are on his lap, hands behind his neck as your fingers dance along his muscles, his tongue moving inside your mouth as to explore it. his hands love up and down your waist, coming to a halt on your butt when he suddenly pushed your closer to him. you could feel his strong thighs underneath yours, however one thing that blinded your senses the most was his growing member that pushed against your core.

the next moment, all of it feels like a haze, you are on top of your bed, lips never leaving his as your hands cup his cheeks, deepening the kiss if that was even possible.

you have always thought that you have gotten used to the warm weather and could deal with it, but the air around you two was different, more demanding, more intense. it was like being pushed against jude without a way to escape, not that you would ever dare to leave this situation.

his hands hold onto your hips desperately, and you think it will leave marks if he continues to do so, yet you are too busy to care, judes lips trailing down your jaw to your neck sending you to a whole other world.

how could you ever think that it wouldn’t be worth to try it out? you should definitely thank amanda the next time you see her.

“can i?” judes voice comes out deep, his brown eyes staring into yours so intensely, almost making you lose your control.

such a simple question, and you definitely know the answer to it, but judes entire demeanor makes you halt for a second, just so you can appreciate it a bit more. so simple yet so demanding. so intense yet oh so soft. if you could, you would stay like this for the rest of your stay here in madrid, cherishing this moment throughly with every fiber of your being.

“yes.”

and that’s all he needs to hear before he captures your lips with his again.

here you go!

i havent proofread it yet, but i hope you still like it :) lmk!!

#jude bellingham #football x reader #jude bellingham x reader #football one shot #x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #football #jude bellingham fluff #lostinmadrid

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femmemortes · 1 year ago

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My top five most brutal SAW traps even though absolutely nobody asked for my fucking opinion:

5 — Pound of Flesh, SAW VI

I feel like this isn’t a trap that’s talked about often enough considering the actual shit you have to do to survive it. I mean come on. Cut off enough of your flesh to survive? And it’s not even like there’s a set amount anyway, it’s a competition between you and another person to see who can do the most. No guidance as to what specific body part to cut off either. You just have to take the knife and just start going crazy. It makes having the punishment for not doing it look not as bad but, then again, actually thinking about having screws drilled into the sides of your temples? Yeah, no thanks babes xxx

Simone was a total badass just hacking her arm straight off like that and living. Just sent it all the way and won, you love to see it.

4 — Silence Circle, SAW 3D

If someone asked me to do this trap I would actually just kill myself instead. Gun in my mouth, bang, gone. Same with all of these to be fair but the fucking idea of the key on a fishing hook in your stomach? And that just raking up your insides as you’re trying to take it out? Fuck that. Fuck. That. I think the only thing that would make me do this would be the other person pulling out the string because if I had to do that shit myself? I’d just scream as loud as I could to make the spikes impale me instantly. I am not doing that shit.

This one gets bumped down a bit because we don’t actually see the visual of the hook going up through her? Which makes it an easier watch than the others on this list, but I still think it deserved a place here because of the sheer insanity of the entire thing.

3 — Bone Marrow Trap, SAW X

Fuck. This. Trap.

Actually fuck it. In my opinion this was the most brutal trap in SAW X. Yes, I know some people make arguments for the brain surgery trap being pretty brutal and yes taking out your brain is just… Wow. And I’ll agree it is bad. But you don’t FEEL your brain.

THIS ON THE OTHER HAND?

CUTTING OFF YOUR LEG AT THE THIGH? WITH A GIGLI SAW NO LESS? The amount of blood loss, the fact if you want to live just have to take that fucking saw to your leg and just DO IT? And then once you’re done you have to take that stupid little fuckoff tube and stick it in your bone and get the bone marrow out, which is ALSO PAINFUL???

Also the part where she grabs the gigli saw in-front of her with her hands… Fuck, just fuck.

Valentina really didn’t deserve to die here, I won’t lie to you. She cut off her leg, was taking out the marrow. I believe had the tube thing for the vacuum to measure how much bone marrow or whatever the fuck had been shorter, she would’ve lived. Yes she started later but like, come the fuck on.

2 — Venus Fly Trap, SAW II

I’m going to start this with, this trap being the first trap of SAW II is an actually insane tone shift from what we had in the first movie. Like, the only trap I really consider brutal in SAW is the reverse bear trap, but we don’t even see that one go off since Amanda survives it.

So seeing this shit right out the gate is just… Oh my god. Wow. Just wow.

This trap has always given me reverse bear trap vibes in appearance, it’s probably the whole thing of, it’s on the head, closes, shuts whatever. I don’t know but it’s got a similar energy to it.

First of all, the whole nails in your face thing? Yeah, hate that. But what I’m most concerned about is the KEY BEHIND THE EYE.

FUCK.

THAT.

SHIT.

The visual of him cutting into his eyeball with the scalpel? And you actually just have to fucking go at it and just… ugh. I was pretty torn between either this trap or the Bone Marrow trap for this kinda reason. Cutting off a leg or cutting open your eye? And honestly the eye is just. Worse. Like just digging into your eye to get out a fucking key? Like all things given, at LEAST I can turn off my brain somewhat while cutting off my leg. Just back and forth with a saw. I don’t even have to look!

THIS? WHAT I’M CUTTING IS DOING THE LOOKING. I STRUGGLE TO PUT ON EYELINER, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO THIS?

1 — The Rack, SAW III

There is a reason why people think this trap is the worst one. There is a reason and it’s fucking obvious.

You’re on a mother-fucking crucifix looking ass thing, legs and arms out, and if this other guy doesn’t take a bullet for you, your limbs are going to be twisted.

YOUR ARMS, LEGS AND NECK are going to be ROTATED 360 DEGREES. ONE. BY. ONE.

Oh and the guy who’s taking the bullet for you? It’s Jeff by the way, stupid fucking Jeff. So you have no chance xxx

The visuals. I can’t watch this trap without looking away, I see the limbs start turning and my line of sight is directly away from the screen. No.

No.

The image of twisting flesh and the fucking shot where you see one of his legs start to move?

NO.

AND HIS HEAD. HIS FUCKING HEAD.

NO.

I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS NUMBER ONE. FUCKING LOOK AT IT.

Honourable mentions under the cut:

Honourable mentions go to The Angel Trap and Ten Pints of Sacrifice. I didn’t include the angel trap because I feel like, while yes getting your ribs ripped out is horrific, you don’t really suffer much while alive? Which to me, the more they suffer while alive or trying to complete their trap, the more brutal it is. Ten Pints of Sacrifice isn’t on here because I was doing 5, had I been doing like 10 you would’ve definitely seen this on here. Oh and also, Needle Pit isn’t on here because I’m entirely unfazed by it. I hate to do Mandy like this but I just personally don’t really wince at it at all.

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sensei-venus · 2 years ago

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(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei ) (Based off this post 👀)

Imagine thy after they get everything worked out with a new car for her she tells them that she has to thank them for all the help. The two say it’s completely fine, she just needed help finding the right car. She still swears up and down she needs to thank them somehow. She offers to take them out to dinner. They tell her it’s fine and they can’t let her go out of her way to take them out to a nice dinner, but she not taking a no.

She finally wears them down and they agree to go out with her.

She’s all smiles as she leaves the dealership in her new car. Her bump sitting perfectly in the front seat as she drives off.

The LaRussos tell the kids they are going out to meet a friend which the kids raise an eyebrow over but don’t question. They tell them to just order a pizza or something don’t wait up for them.

When they show up to the nice little restaurant, that is fancy, they are in awe when they see Reader waiting for them at the entrance of the restaurant. She’s all dolled up in a pretty little dress, it shows off her curves and bump perfectly. The fabric stretching over her tight belly. She has light makeup on and she’s wearing the most pretty little flats ever.

They all sit down together, Reader in the middle. They opt for a round booth. Reader is so sweet and kind, she tells them all about her job and what she’s doing. Amanda asks all kinds of questions about the baby, trying to be as nice as possible about it. They find out that she was in a long time relationship with the father, years together, before he got her pregnant and ran off with a younger woman with more money. She’s a bit down about it but she keeps talking about how excited she is to have this baby.

She can’t stop rubbing at her bump. She’s so excited to be having her first baby even if she’s by herself.

Over dinner, the couple slowly makes their move. Both Amanda and Daniel start by rubbing her arms, getting closer to her. Amanda slowly lets her hand travel down Reader’s arms and slowly down her belly and to her thick thigh. She’s gently gripping the flesh, Daniel scoots over to her and brushes up against her. His eyes won’t stop staring into hers the whole night.

Suddenly they are in the back seat of Readers new SUV.

“Want to see the best feature of this car?”

Her eyes are wide as she watches Daniel hits a button in the car and the back seats completely fall down and disappear into the floor of the car. Before she can stop herself, both her and Amanda are giggling and shuffling into the back of the car. Daniel smirks before getting into the car and locking the door behind him. He’s secretly glad that he had the whole car tinted.

Reader doesn’t stop giggling as she falls on her butt, Amanda laughing with her as they start kissing. Amanda is pulling at her tight dress and gets up enough to sit right under her big bump. Their kisses are soft and long.

“Did you wear this just for us?”

Daniel questions as he takes note of the black thong she has on, barely covering her mound and folds. Reader bits her lip in a bit of embarrassment.

“I feel like I’m to old to be blushing over wearing some stupid underwear-“

“Don’t be, you look sexy as hell in them, and your not old. Your still young. And it’s obvious you can still have some fun~”

Amanda is pulling her own dress off, her breast falling from her dress bra cups. Her own panties getting wet from excitement. She smiles as she watches her husband unbutton his dress shirt and unzip his dress pants. He pulls both his pants and briefs down just enough.

His hard dick sprang out and slapped against his belly, the head threatening to spill pre at any moment. He smirks down at the two women. Amanda lays down behind Reader and fondled the other women's swollen and heavy breasts. She bits her lip as she smiles up at her husband. Reader is trembling from their treatment, she can't help but keep her eyes on Daniels cock. It's heavy and leaking now.

He gently pulls her thighs apart and then throws her legs over his shoulder.

He presses into her and they both moan out at the new feeling. She's so tight and wet and it's all for them.

He's gently fucking into her and bottoming out in every thrust. She moans and whimpers out so pretty as she is pushed back into Amanda. Amanda is rubbing her clit as she watches her husband fucking the women's pregnant pussy. She can't get over how sexy she looks getting to watch her husband's dick get wet. She can't get over the nasty filthy wet sounds from between them.

Suddenly Daniel is picking up the pace and fucking into her hard and fast.

She's grabbing at his forearms as he pounds into her, she's leaving all over him and she knows it. Her eyes are barely open as she looks up at him. She can't help the loud moans and gasps that leave her lips as he pounds into her, her legs shake as she feels herself losing what little grip she had. Her cunt clenched and the band in her belly was ready to snap.

They both cum hard and fast. Daniel thrusting into her hard and stilling inside of her as they both ride the high. There’s cum leaking from around his cock as they sit there for a moment. The both of them panting, and Daniel’s lips crash into hers as they kiss. It's short but sweet as he kisses from her lips to her neck. They pull away as they take turns kissing Amanda who has already cum from her own fingers and watching the two of them orgasm.

Ultimately they all drive back in Readers' car, the LaRussos saying they will have someone pick up their car tomorrow from the restaurant. They end up going back to the house. They sneak ain't the house and are thankful the kids are already asleep in their rooms.

They get to their room and clean Reader up. They all take a shower together where they all tiredly clean each other. Daniel grabs all of his most baggage clothes and dresses her in some sweats and a t-shirt.

They all end up cuddling in the LaRusso's big bed with Reader tucked between them.

They all pass out for the night, not even thinking about tomorrow.

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libbylubb · 6 months ago

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Opera singer - Angela Giarratana

Today it was Friday. Last shoot of the week. However it was full action tonight as you were preforming at the LA opera. You hadn’t told anyone you were a professional opera singer, it was like your secret identity. Tonight was the premiere of a collection of works you and your opera friends. You were singing the flower duet from Lakmé with a good friend, and Liam, your closest friend there, was singing Nessun dorma, the aria. The two of you were going to sing Time To Say Goodbye. It was so beautiful, you couldn’t wait. You were also going to sing O Mio Bambino Care. This was probably your favourite, it was so powerful with it thoughts. Of course , a lot more were going to be syng But there were the most important onesAnd yeah, you were kind of the main event. But whatever. Now you were eating, since it was only lunch at Smosh.

You were seated next to Angela in the seating area, not only was she there, but Amanda, Courtney and Chanse were there too. You were humming the tune of the flower duet as Courtney spoke up. “What are you guys doing tonight? I was thinking we could all hang out, and maybe more from the office. Shayne of course,” she smiled, eating her little salad. You weren’t really paying attention as you were focusing with whatever. Your attention was caught by your friend, Angela. She put her hand on your thigh, you looked at her and smiled. “What’s up?” She smiled, “you want to join tonight?” She asked with a warm smile. “What do you mean?” She giggled as there was some more chuckles from the group. “Weren’t you following?” Amanda asked, “y/n… you silly, silly goose,” Chanse said, playfully hitting your arm. “Ouch!” You overdramatized. They laughed. However you shook your head, “no I can’t,” hoping they would leave it at that, but knowing them they wo- “what? Why?” Angela asked, the others asking similar questions. “I- uh… going to moms, for dinner. And also to help her with my brothers kids. He and his wife is on a, how should you say it, vacation only 18+,” you explained, lying your ass off. Well, you weren’t completely lying. Your brother was on this vacation. However you weren’t visiting your mom, it was your older sister. You didn’t really visit your mom. You felt like she wasn’t really, your mom. In fact, none of your family members were your especially close with. But they didn’t know that.

They all seemed to buy it however, so you sighed in relief. You looked at Angela, it seemed like she was most definitely having a conversation with herself inside her head. I can’t believe she can’t make it. I was so hoping I would score with her tonight. Angela thought.

When you arrived at the opera there was only a few of your fellow mates there. “Hey guys!” You smiled, seeing them doing their make up. “Oh hey! How was work?” Liam asked. The thing about Liam is that he’s a bit… older, you could say. In fact he was 20 years older than you. He was like a dad to you. Well, he was a dad, but not yours. He was married with three children and they were probably all coming tonight. “Work was good, and you?” You asked, sitting down next to him. “Oh, just fine, thank you,” he smiled. “Is the wife and kids coming tonight?” You asked, taking off your jacket. By the look in his eyes and the way he smiled you already knew they did. “They sure are,” he spoke. “I can’t wait, I haven’t been this excited in a while,” he continued. You smiled at him.

“Anyone coming to see you?” He asked, a bit of hesitation in his voice. Knowing you weren’t a big fan of your family he had hoped some of your friends would show. “Uhh, no, no there won’t be anyone,” you told him, half smiling. “Invite them,” he stated, standing up from his chair. “No, Liam, I can’t do that. I lied to them today, saying I was going to moms,” he chuckled, looking at you. “And they actually believed that? Do you even tell these people anything?” You sighed, “yeah, I do… just not, personal stuff I guess,” he shook his head, chuckling a little at your behaviour.

Meanwhile, the gang was all together in Angela’s apartment. With the gang being: Courtney, Amanda, Arasha, Chanse, Shayne, Damien and of course, herself. Ian and Anthony were invited, but they were doing their own thing, like working on sketches for the main channel. Tommy was out with his boyfriend. They didn’t really have a plan. Well, meeting up was the plan. “Sooo, you guys want to go grab dinner?” Arasha asked. There was mixed responses in the group, some had eaten, some were dying of hunger. “To a club?” Chanse asked, hyped up as shit. “I’m too old,” Amanda said, her mouth agape as a yawn took over. Angela wasn’t really saying anything. Her nose was down her wine glass, staring out in the open. She was thinking of you, and your smile, and the way you made her feel inside. Angela smiled a little, but wiping it off as she got asked a question. “What do you want to do?” Damien asked her, she just looked at him, “since we are in your apartment,” he explained. Angela responded with “I don’t know, it was Courtney who invited people to do shit,”

Courtney took her hands up in surrender. “Oh you know what would be fun?” Amanda said in excitement. “Going to the opera!” She said, smiling widely. Again, the room was mixed, but somehow they all agreed. They wanted to do something, so opera it was. “Is there even anything going?” Angela asked. “I don’t know, it probably is. I mean, it’s LA, when is there not a show,” Chanse said, putting his shoes and jacket on. Angela picked up her phone, going to their website. “Eeehm, yeah they have something tonight! Premiere of something,” she smiled, not even opening it to see who’s going to sing. “We can probably order tickets there,”

When they arrived the place was almost completely full. But there was one opera box available. It would be crowded but they all somehow fit. Even though it did cost a lot it was fine, money wasn’t a problem for any of them at the moment. Meanwhile you were standing in the back, nervous as heck. You bit your lip, however let go soon after knowing you would ruin your makeup. Liam placed his hand on your shoulder, you jumped a little. “I’m sorry, little one, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you smiled at him, sighing while looking out at the audience. “You’re going to be fine,” he spoke, rubbing your shoulder before taking it away. “I know that, I’ll do frickin’ amazing, and you will too! I mean, professional isn’t just a label. But it’s normal to be nervous, you know,” you explained him, he nodded, listening to your wise words. “Oh! I can see your wife and kids. Damn, front seating, wasn’t that too much?” You giggled, he started tickling you, taking you to the green room.

As the show started, Liam was the first to go out, introducing the things you’d be preforming. You took a deep breath as he introduced you, walking out on stage. Out in the audience there was a shock. Well, you couldn’t really hear it, but all your friends and your crush wondered how this was possible. Was it really their work friend? Or was it just someone with the same name. As you appeared on stage, Angela was the first to speak “holy shit,” she spoke softly. Angela smiled a little, “girls got a voice, damn,” she whispered to herself, biting her lip. “I can’t believe thats y/n! Our y/n!” Amanda said, they shushed her as she was a little loud. They all smiled and watched in amazement as you and your fellow friends sang.

“Omg that was a blast!” You laughed after the first act, hugging Liam. “You were great Y/n! And you didn’t crack on the difficult note!” He smiled. You rolled your eyes, “you know I wouldn’t, I’m a professional,” you told him, laughing with him. “Wanna grab some water?” He asked, you nodded, walking to the snack area in the green room. “I have to go pee!” You told Liam and walked out of backstage. Now you were in the public area where everyone was. You rushed to the bathroom not wanting to attract so much attention to you. But soon enough, you got to pee in silent.

Angela, Chanse and Amanda were by the bar near the toilet. “I need something strong…” Chanse told the bartender “handsome,” the handsome bartender. Angela hummed, “I need water, but I also need to pee. So can you buy a water for me and I’ll meet you at the seating?” She asked. Amanda and Chanse nodded. So she walked to the bathroom, finding an available stall. She heard someone sigh in the stall next door.

You sighed as you looked at your phone, kind of regretting not telling your friends. You felt a little stupid, sitting on a toilet with your phone just to not face seeing any familiar faces.

The second act went somehow even better. You were grateful to have at least your singer friends with you. As you walked off stage after going out the third time, Liam grabbed your hand. “Let’s go see everyone, I want you to meet my youngest!” He said. You smiled and nodded, “sure!” The two of you walked out, not hand in hand. Liam quickly spotted his family, he smiled rushing over. His wife gave him a kiss and then hugged you. You smiled, “you were great, absolutely fabulous!” The wife told you. You bowed of habit and thanked her. You met his youngest son and talked a little with his kids that’s were only a few years younger than you.

“Uhh, y/n,” Liam spoke. You looked up at him, “hm?” “I think there are some people wanting to talk to you,” he said, smiling. You frowned and turned around. And there they were. Your eyes immediately went to find Angela’s, she was looking at you with a cheeky smile. You cheeks turned red and you walked over to them. «What Are you guys doing here?» you felt nervous, not because of Angela but just because they were there. Almost everyone you work with, “girl! I didn’t know you could sing like that!!” Chanse squealed while hugging you. You sighed in relief and chuckled a little, “thank you,” you smiled. “You got a killer voice, y/n,” Amanda said, hugging you as well. Everyone gave you a compliment following just like they did. Lastly, it was Angela. “I-l don’t really have words…” she chuckled, her face a little red. You giggled and hugged her tightly. Neither of you let go. So you took the chance to close your eyes and really take in her smell. Your heart fluttered. “Can we see backstage?” Arasha asked. You pulled away from Angela, however still keeping her body close to yours. She put her head on your shoulder, her body stiffing. She didn’t really realize what she did before she did it, her body was frozen. Not for long though, the second your hand landed on her lower back, gently stroking it - she smiled. “I don’t know, we don’t really do that…” “can’t just a few of us go?” Arasha made puppy eyes. You chuckled and shook your head, “I can probably bring one of you backstage…” you spoke softly, laying your head on Angela’s. “Clearly seems like we know who,” Arasha rolled her eyes. You all laughed a little, you and Angela’s laugh a little more hesitantly. “Let’s go,” you whispered in her ear, grabbing her hand. “We’ll meet you outside!” You told them before dragging her backstage.

She smiled the whole time, holding your hand. It gave you butterflies. You giggled a little as she saw everything. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. “This is beautiful,” she spoke, almost out of words. “But I can think of something more beautiful than this was or ever will be,” she took a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed deeply, smiling at her. “You,” you hid your face in your hands. “that was so smooth,” you giggled, she started tickling you. You squealed, “mh! Angela!” You laughed. She hugged you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Your butterflies flew lower.

“I’m really sorry that I lied. I just don’t like telling this to people,” you mumbled. She nodded, “I understand,” she spoke looking into your eyes then down to your lips. You smiled, “that’s great,” she leaned in. “I understand if you didn’t,” she pulled away, smiling. You bit your lip, pulling her closer again. “If I talk too much you just gotta shut me up, o-hm” Angela placed her lips to yours, and you melted into her arms. You grabbed her waist, pulling her into you.

She pulled away, “so uh…” she giggled. You smiled, kissing her nose, “that was great,” you bit your lip, smiling. “Wanna get out of here?” You asked, grabbing her hand. She nodded but then stopped herself, “wait! Arasha and the others,” she spoke. You sighed, “damn,” you giggled rushing to get out of there with Angela right behind you.

#angela giarratana #angela giarratana x reader #smosh #smoshblr #smosh fic

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rootsofdread · 2 years ago

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Another one →⁠_⁠→

This time full platonic, Killer!reader had a younger sibling and they remind them of said sibling and sometimes reader catches themselves treating them as such

Quentin, Cheryl, Amanda and Sadako, also reader doesn't have to be killer if you don't want to i don't mind:D

i may have leaned too much into the sibling angle with this lol i hope that's okay!! i was just excited to write this cause i see sadako, heather, and amanda very familial-ly myself <33

Quentin Smith:

Quentin has no idea what to think of you, honestly. He's wary of every killer, so it's nothing personal. He's just…Nervous. And he's not entirely sure why you're so friendly and affectionate towards him. You won't hear him complain, but he's suspicious.

He loosens up decently quickly, though, realizing you're not out to hurt him. He feels more comfortable, even safe around you, especially when you hug him. You won’t tell him, but he figures it’s because you lost someone like him. Even if you’re intimidating to him, he won’t be the one to take away the little scrap of happiness you’ve been able to find in the fog. Besides, it’s not exactly the worst thing in the world to have the favor of a killer.

He likes discussing dreams with you. Dreams are much stranger and feel more real in the fog, it’s a phenomenon that interests him and he loves discussing it with his friends. But he especially loves the comfort when he’s had a nightmare, it’s been a very long time since he’s had someone to turn to when he’s had a nightmare. Now he has you.

You give him a confidence boost like nothing else. He’s never been very confident, or brave, but you instill courage in him just by standing by his side. Knowing you’ll be there for him after a trial gives him the will to push through it when he needs it.

He’s usually the first to initiate affection, like hugs, high-fives, fistbumps. He’s a very affectionate kid and loves showing you he loves you and loves having you as an older sibling, a protector and a safe haven.

Cheryl Mason:

Cheryl is more trusting of you, her young naivety kicking in when you show her the slightest bit of friendliness. This may be the one situation where it isn’t a bad thing, though, because she honestly loves having a tough older sibling-figure like you. She’s always wanted a sibling.

She doesn’t really pick up on the fact that you’re a little weird about “adopting” her in place of your real younger sibling. She just thinks you need help breaking out of your shell, so she’ll randomly give you hugs or squeeze your arm to let you know it’s okay. Even though she has the wrong impression, she is helping you in the way that you need.

For this reason, she appreciates your guidance. She’s easily trusting and can get herself into some trouble because of it, but now she has you to help her out of that and steer her away from it. She values your opinion and insight, and when she’s alone, she’ll often think to herself “what would they do?”

She gets overwhelmed easily by her emotions and is prone to meltdowns. During these moments, she appreciates kind gestures from you like a hug, a hand hold, a pat on the back and calming words. You always help her out when she gets like this and she could never thank you enough.

Most of all, she loves having someone to help her navigate the darkness of the fog. There’s so much of it here, and she’s a sensitive girl. She’s needed someone to rely on and she’s finally found that in you.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Amanda is a little resistant to your affection at first. She feels a little like you're babying her, and she doesn't need that. If you go to ruffle her hair or pull her into a hug, she'll wiggle away and snort at you. She's not used to affection really, much less the familial variety.

It takes her a while to warm up to you. Her family was disappointed in her, she doesn't want to disappoint you too. She starts looking up to you and admiring you, particularly for your prowess in trials. She doesn't realize it, but you are like an older sibling to her.

Due to this, she kind of over-performs in trials seeking your approval. She tries too hard and ends up losing a few, coming sniffling to you. She feels shame, but when you pull her into your arms and tell her you're proud of her anyways, just for trying…She feels better.

When she's a bit more comfortable with you, she'll invite you to her workshop at the Gideon packing plant. She knows you like building things like she does, and she's confident enough in her skills she knows you won't be disappointed in her work.

She will try to imitate you on occasion, with outfits and moves and such. She always wants you to be proud of her, and she figures the best way to do that is to be more like you. She'll grow out of this eventually when she comes to realize you're always proud of her.

Sadako Yamamura / The Onryō:

Sadako absolutely loves having someone like an elder sibling to her, especially one that may share her grief and rage. She's felt closer to the killers in the fog than she ever really felt to anyone else, and now she has someone like her who seems to share the same sort of familial bond.

She'll act very childish around you, more her age. She'll follow you around like a lost duckling and will hide behind your legs when someone approaches. She'll pull on your sleeve and bring you over to a mess of papers and crayons on the floor, showing you she's drawn a bunch of pictures of you and her together.

She enjoys pranking you occasionally, mostly by crawling out of her TVs. She'll lead you to a dark place and suddenly disappear…Just as you start to worry about her, the TV suddenly flicks on and she jumps out to grab your legs. These are the few moments you'll hear a real laugh from her.

She loves letting you braid, brush, or play with her hair. She doesn't take care of her hair herself really, and she loves having someone who doesn't mind doing it for her. She loves seeing how you style it, even if it's just simple little braids.

She knows you had someone like her that you lost. And she knows it may be hard to be around her, sometimes, because of that. But she appreciates that you push through it for her, to be with her and watch out for her. She knows she can't replace who you lost, but she's lost people too, and you both fill that void in each other's hearts.

#inbox #quentin smith #cheryl mason #heather mason #amanda young #sadako yamamura #gender neutral reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #quentin smith x reader #cheryl mason x reader #heather mason x reader #amanda young x reader #the pig x reader #sadako yamamura x reader #the onryo x reader

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luveline · 8 months ago

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also didn’t realise that amanda was their little baby but here’s an idea if ur up for it. amanda inherits like spencer’s smartness i guess and so when she starts spewing facts about the random-est stuff spencer’s overjoyed and then bombshells just staring at them with adoration in her eyes?? idk something really fluffy

“Shoes?” Amanda asks.

“Yeah, babe.”

“No thanks.”

You hold Amanda’s socked feet in your hands. “You need shoes to keep your feet warm.”

“I’ll have socks.”

You look past her tiny face to her father for some assistance. Spencer scratches his neck, looking absolutely exhausted, though he’s dressed sharply. You’d spent a few minutes finger curling his hair this morning before it dried, and he’s brushed them out gently, giving him a windblown look. You pretend to take a photo of him. He rolls his eyes.

“Amy,” he says lovingly, baby-voice in play as he leans over the back of the couch, “you know why you have to wear shoes?”

“Why?”

“Because growing up, your feet are very small, and very fragile. They need time to grow in proper structures, and they can’t do that if you don’t wear shoes when you’re walking a lot.” He gives her shoulder a rub. “Don’t you wanna match me and mommy?”

“You wear shoes… different. Mom has heels,” she insists.

“What if I wear flats?” you ask, eager to leave the house before afternoon.

She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest with a Spencer style pout.

Spencer sits down next to her with a sigh. You’re both aware of how smart she is for her age, and while it can be interesting, it’s also made some stuff so, so hard. Like explaining shoes. “I’m not want to wear them. It’s good for my skin to breathe.” All her r’s sound soft, like w’s.

You rub your eyes. Spencer sucks in an excited breath. “Yes! Skin can’t really breathe, but it’s good to have it uncovered sometimes to help your circulation and your pores.”

“‘Xactly,” Amy says.

“And, you know, shoes that don’t fit right force your feet into narrow positions, which can cause a whole bunch of problems.”

“No shoes,” Amy says.

“But…” Spencer backtracks, thumbing under her eyelashes gently. “If you don’t wear your shoes, we can’t go out to the store for groceries and we can’t go to the bakery on the way home. Which means you won’t get your sugar donuts, mommy won’t get her slice of cake, and that’s gonna make me so sad.”

“Why?”

“Because I love when your mom is happy. It makes me happy when she’s happy. She doesn’t look very happy now, does she?”

In all honesty, you’re much too pretty to be sitting on the floor, tights to the carpeting and your cute black dress bunching up your thighs. You refuse to close yourself into the ‘mom’ box some may expect of you, dressing as you had before you became a mom, but you’ve allowed Amanda the opportunity to choose your necklace; a gold pendant ring with green and pink sapphires. It’s gorgeous, colourful, and doesn’t even slightly go with your outfit. Spencer reaches for it now, tugging it straight carefully against your neck.

You frown deeply, pulling your widest, softest doe eyes. “Please, lovely girl, put your shoes on. Or I’m gonna have to be strict, and I hate being strict.”

“Don’t fw-own, mommy,” she says, listing into Spencer’s side, “you’ll get wrinkles. Worse wrinkles, ‘cos your muscles remember.”

And again, all her r’s are w’s, her pronunciation lispy and sweet despite her amazing expertise. Spencer laughs and takes her face into two hands, kissing “Wow, smarty pants,” into her crown. “You’re so smart! I can’t believe it!”

You feel your annoyance softening. Fine, she’s a smarty pants, and you secretly love it so so much. You’ll just have to carry her to the car. Or her genius dad can carry her. Actually, that could be great, Spencer’s never looked so handsome as he does carrying around your little baby, especially now he’s started working out every now and then.

“Better role your sleeves up, Spence,” you say, standing up off of your knees. “I’m keeping my heels on. Daddy’s gonna carry you, and you’re gonna get wonky feet.”

“That’s fine,” Spencer says to her in a whisper, “I’ll carry you forever if you want me to, even if you do get all wonky, bubby.”

Amy preens as she wraps her arms around him and he picks her up. He takes her shoes from your hand without her seeing.

“Isn’t she amazing?” he mouths, and he means it, his eyes wide with it.

“She’s gonna protest socks, next, Spencer Reid, and then what are you gonna do?” you ask. You aren’t half as concerned as you’re pretending to be. Amy’s a baby. She’ll learn how important shoes are soon enough.

“I’m gonna hold her in my coat, like this,” he says, pulling his coat over her legs.

“Like that,” you say to yourself, grinning. “Okay, you two do what you want. Can we go now? We really need to get some groceries.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

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tunaslayer696969 · 1 year ago

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Amanda young x reader

tw: blood , guns , heavy make out?, mentions of death. You have nightmares of Amanda getting shot in the neck and dying basically saw 3 :)

You turn the burner off taking the pasta off the stove pouring it in to a strainer then grabbing the pasta sauce and hamburger meat pouring it in to a bowl you then mix it up when you set the fork down the oven dings you turn around and grab a oven mitten and pull the garlic bread out then set it down on the container top and turn the oven off then grab a knife and cut the bread in to even pieces then grabbing a plate and putting some pasta and garlic bread on the plate then grab a monster drink from the fridge and you put a fork on the plate and grab the Plate and monster walking out the kitchen then down a hall the to the left walking up stairs to a room where you see Amanda working on a trap on the desk before you walk in you gently knock on the doorway when you do Amanda raises her head from what’s she’s doing and turning to you a gently smile shows on Amanda’s face and you return the smile with another smile “I made you some food seeing as you been here all day I thought you would like pasta and a drink to help you through your work” Amanda makes room on her desk for the plate and monster you walk over and set the plate and the monster on her desk “don’t stay up to late Amanda..please” you gently lay a hand on Amanda’s shoulder with a small smile “I’ll try and thank you for the food and drink I needed it” Amanda puts her hand on top of the one on her shoulder “if you want more just call me and I can make you another plate” you move some stuff over on her desk then turn around and put you butt to the desk then lift yourself sliding on to the desk sitting there “so what are you working on now” “I’m fixing a reverse bear trap right now” Amanda says as she stuffs her face full of food you smile and giggle at the mess she’s made on her face you reach over to the left and grab a rag then gently grab Amanda’s chin and pull her face closer to you then you wipe the food of her face and once your done you set the rag down but you don’t let go of her face instead you lean closer and kiss her on her big red lips you close your eyes and lean more in to the kiss tasting the food you made for her as Amanda puts her hands around your waist pulling you to her lap you fall in to her lap reaching your arms around her neck as the kiss gets heated more wet more noises coming from where you and Amanda are before you can go any further a cough comes from the doorway shocked you and Amanda pull back and both wipe your mouths you stand up pull your shirt down fixing it “so I see your busy” you’ve come to recognize the man as mark mark Hoffman “I was just about to leave” you speak up going to walk out the room but Amanda grabs your arm “no stay he won’t be long right?” She tilts her head with a smirk looking at mark “right I won’t be long Amanda John wants your help with the new trap but seeing as your…” mark looks at you again trailing your body “busy…I’ll help him then” Amanda let’s go of your arm and grabs mark by the shirt “back off I’ll Help John and don’t look at y/n like that okay?” Amanda leans closer to mark looking like she’s about to rip his head off for looking to you like that you gently walk up and pull Amanda off mark “help John I’ll fix the trap you were working on” as soon as Amanda hears your voice she’s calms down and let’s go of mark with a scoff and walk away “is that all you needed mark?” You say as you gently fix his shirt and step backing with a soft smile “for now” he says with a smirk then walks off to once mark is gone you let a sigh out turning back to the desk moving the half eaten food off the desk then sit down where Amanda just was sitting then working on the trap…….

A hand on your shoulder shocks you awake you pull back in fright looking up to see mark with his hand on your shoulder “mark?” You look around “where’s Amanda?” You ask mark as he takes her hand off your shoulder “she’s getting back from helping John she should be her soon” you nod your head standing up stretching when you put your arms above your head and stretch your shirt rises and marks eyes shot down to where your shirt no longer covers starting long and hard you feel eyes on you and you put your arms down fast and fix your shirt “shame Amanda is the one who got you” mark says not so quietly to himself “excuse me?” Mark realized he said that out loud and shook his head “nothing” just on beat Amanda walks back looking a little beat and sweaty you smile and go to hug her but the smell that comes from Amanda stops you “ew you stink” Amanda rolls her eyes “well gee that’s one way to greet me” you smile and giggle “take a shower then I’ll give you that greeting you want” mark rolls his eyes and walk out and when he does Amanda smirks “I will after I get one kiss” you go to say no but when you make eye contact with her and then you see her smirk you break and fall in love all over again and smile and lean in for a small kiss but when you do Amanda wraps you in a hug and rubs herself all over you smiling and laughing you hug her back “now we both need to shower” Amanda says as she while catching her breath letting you go from the death hug you smile and sniff your shirt and fake gag “ewww! Amanda!” You smack her arm “really!” You smile and giggle as Amanda sticks her tongue out at you the stop and take in the moment happy you got put in that trap knowing if you didn’t you would’ve never meet Amanda you gently walk up to her and pull her in to a soft kiss pouring all your love in to a kiss you pull back and really look at her she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen and ever will “I love you Amanda I always will” you feel tears falling from your face dripping on to Amanda’s still face you realize it was memories going through your head you come to the moment seeing Amanda with blood all over her neck remembering the guy who shot her in the neck you shake Amanda “Amanda please..please don’t leave me…” you shake her again but she doesn’t move she doesn’t even blink you hear John grunt in pain in the bed “please your all I have..if I lose you then I’m truly Alone…PLEASE!….” You break tears went from slowly showing to now poring you lay your head on her chest trying to feel a heart beat but you feel nothing….you jump out of bed sweating “it’s a dream….” Panic you look and feel around for Amanda you get out of bed running door to door calling out Amanda each door you look through your hope dies more till you get to the last door you slam the door open waking Amanda up from her desk nap you start to cry and run to Amanda holding her as close as you can “w-why are you crying” you sniffle “your alive..your alive my Amanda your alive..” Amanda rubs her eyes “yea I’m alive what are you talking about” you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “I just want to hold you” you bring Amanda’s face closer to you then you move your head to her chest listening to her heartbeat…

#Amanda young x reader #reader x Amanda young #Idk #I’m tired #Amanda x reader #Saw x reader #jigsaw x reader

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bosinclairsgff · 7 months ago

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I wanna ruin our friendship

Amanda young x f reader

Based on the song Jenny Studio Killers

Warnings: age gape (reader is 20, Amanda is in her early 30s), fluff, cussing

You’ve been working with Amanda as one of Johns apprentices for almost 4 months. Both of you had bonded over hating Mark. He made both your lives miserable. Always telling you how to do things or what to do. Even though he was in no way above either of you. John tries to get you guys to at least be civil with each other, however Amanda never seems to be in the mood for it. Today was especiallytense, no-one seemed to be in the best mood. “Amanda can you get your shit off my fucking desk huh? Is that to much for you to comprehend?” Mark says sternly. Amanda rolled her eyes and walked over to his work area. Saying nothing she picked up her stuff, making eye contact with him. If looks could kill he’d be dead by now. I stand back and watch the whole interaction unfold. Amanda looks over at me and smiles softly, my heart skips a beat. I make my way over to her. “Hey, you okay? He was a real dick to you.” I say. “I’m fine, he just annoys the absolute fuck out of me. I mean, who does he think he is? Talking to me like that.” Amanda states while glancing over in his direction. I touch her arm slightly and rub tiny circles on her. It’s moments like this I don’t hate having to be here in this awful warehouse. She looks at me with such a beautiful, loving smile. “Can you guys actually do something? We have a lot of work to do while you guys sit there and fuck off.” Mark yells. Her smile immediately fades and she stands still clinching her fists tight. “He’s not worth the trouble Mandy, you know this won’t end well.” I whisper to her. She simply ignores me and makes her way over to where Mark is standing. “I am not some bitch you can bark orders at, you got that?” She spits her words at him. He has a shit eating grin on his face. Mark loves when he gets under her skin. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to bark orders at you if you actually did your job instead of flirting with your stupid bitch over there.” That was her breaking point. I knew where this was heading so I quickly made my way to her side. “Say that again and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out Hoffman.” She says as she pulls a switch blade out of her pocket. I grab her wrist and tell her to let it go. She doesn’t listen for a moment, letting her anger consume her. “Mandy, come on, he’s not worth it at all. He’s just an idiot.” I whisper to her while looking into her eyes. This gets her to lower her knife and calm down. “Yeah that’s right listen to your bitch.” Mark says chuckling lightly. Immediately Amanda swings her fist into his face. At first I’m to stunned to speak. However reality hits, thinking fast I grab her wrist and take off running. We manage to make it out of the building and down the road. “I can’t believe you hit him! You actually hit him!” I slightly yell while out of breath. “I couldn’t let him speak about you like that.” She says in response also trying to catch her breath. We slump down against the near by buildings wall as we calm down. I notice Amanda shaking her hand and wincing in pain. “Are you okay? You hit him pretty hard, I’m honestly surprised you didn’t break something.” I smile softly. “I’m okay, just hurt a little bit not to bad.” She responds. I could tell she wasn’t telling the complete truth. Slowly I start to scoot closer to her until our shoulders are touching. “Thank you Mandy, I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.” I whisper slightly. Amanda looks up at me a bit stunned to speak. Instead she places her hand on my thigh while rubbing back and forth. I let out a shaky sigh. “Amanda…I…I want to be more than friends. I want to be with you, protect you and love you.” I blurt out without really thinking about the consequences. She stops rubbing my thigh and simply stares into my eyes. It felt like this went on for hours, just us looking at each other. For a moment I thought I had ruined absolutely everything. “Y/n, I want to be with you too. I can’t handle thinking about being away from you or not being able to save you. I’d do anything for you.”

Pt.2 coming soon…

A/n Hey guys! This is my first full fanfic! Sorry if it’s not the best, if you want part 2 I’ll be more than happy to write it!

#horror #horror fan #horror movie #horror movies #horror films #slasher x reader #slashers #saw franchise #amanda young x reader #amanda young #bosinclairsgff

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yourimagines · 8 months ago

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Drake Bell x reader

Fluff?

I hope you like this one, I’m not sure if I like this one myself 😅

You can talk to me

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Sadness, anxiety, little bit trauma and Fluff

——— the present ———

Y/n POV

Drake was lying on the couch, watching a Disney movie. “Drake?” I said as I carefully joined him, crawling into his arms. “Hi baby.” He placed a kiss on my forehead and smiles. “Cuddle?” He nods and wraps his arms around me. “Is there something wrong?” I shook my head and closed my eyes. “You sure? You can tell me everything.” His hands slowly traveled over my back, caressing me. “I’m sure, I just thought about how we met and that I missed you.” His chest moved slightly as he chuckled. “Baby, we live together. How did you miss me?” I shrugged and placed a kiss in his neck. “I just love you.” He moved his head a bit away from me and looked down at me. His eyes were glistening. “I love you too sweetheart.”

——— the past ———

Drake POV

I was walking around the set, spending some time off screen alone as I saw her, sitting alone with a textbook on her lap. “Hey y/n.” She looked up and smiled at me. “Hi Drake.” Her cheeks were a bit rosy as she looked at me. “Studying?” She nods and looks down at her book. “Yeah…I have to keep up with school.” Dan was not a big fan of her and she knew it, I don’t understand why he doesn’t like her. She amazing and her acting skills are way better than mine, she’s going to be a big star. “Can I sit here with you?” I asked her, she nods and pats next to her. “Thanks, they drive me a crazy sometimes.” I sat down and smiled at her. “No problem, you’re safe for a while, nobody comes here.”

“Come on y/n, be a little bit more….funnier.” Dan says as he cut our scene. Y/n nodded in shame and mumbled a sorry. “Okay, again and y/n a bit more funnier this time.” She nodded and put on a fake smile, trying to get over with it. “Hey, it’s okay just be yourself.” I said to her as we both walked back to our positions. “Okay! Lights and action!”

I was sitting with Amanda at our lunch table outside, enjoying the warm weather. “Do you think they keep her in the show?” Amanda asked me. “I don’t know, she having a hard time on set. I don’t think she’s that bad.” She nods and took a sip from her drink. “I think they are going to fire her.” My heart dropped as soon she said that. “No….they can’t fire her.” I shook my head in disbelief, Amanda reached her hand out and lay it on my shoulder. “I know…”

After my lunch I went to look for y/n. “I need to talk to her.” I went to the backlot of the studios to find her in her usual spot. A book in her hands and some lunch in her lap. “Hi y/n.” She looks up with tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” She immediately looked back down and shook her head. “Nothing…” I carefully sat down next to her, looking at her. “You can talk to me.” She stayed quiet, her eyes were still focused on her book. I didn’t know what to do, my heart was aching for her. “I won’t be a part for the next seasons.” She quietly says. “What? No…Why?” I felt unfairness and anger raising up. “I’m not funny enough, tomorrow will be my last day.” She closed her book and turned her head to look at me. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. “B-but you are my friend.” She nods and smiles at me. “You are my friend too.” Her voice cracked and her lip started to tremble. “Come here.” I opened my arms to hug her, she gladly accepted my hug and held me. “It’s okay to cry, I’ve got you.” She starts to cry and I knew there was more than just being fired.

——— The present ———

I was standing in my kitchen, making some dinner as I felt two arms snake around me. “Hi darling.” I said as she nuzzled her head against my back. “Are you hungry?” I felt her nod against my back. “It’s almost done.” She snaked around my body to hug me from the front. I pressed a kiss on her head as she held me, lying her head down on my chest. “What’s wrong?” She shook her head and held me even tighter. I stopped what I was doing and grabbed her face carefully, lifting it up to meet my eyes. “I know something is wrong, so tell me what’s been bothering you.” My thumbs softly caressed her cheeks as her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know….” She whispers as her lip starts to tremble. “Ohh darling, come here.” I pulled her close into a hug. “It’s okay to cry, I’ve got you.” I knew it was more than just a I don’t know.

——— The past ———

Y/n POV

I was waiting for Drake to call me back, my dad was looking at me as I sat patiently by the phone. “Honey, you sure he’s going to call you back, he’s a very busy guy. You know with his show and his music.” I nodded as I started at the phone. “He promised to call me back, dad.” He sighs and walked away. “Okay but don’t be too heartbroken about it, if he doesn’t.”

Hours went by and my dad came in to tell me it was time to go to sleep. “Honey, I know he promised but it’s already midnight. Maybe he forgot about it and fell asleep.” I shook my head and crossed my arms. “No, he would never forget about me, dad.” My dad carefully laid a hand down on my shoulder. “I know he promised you that but he’s not going to call you…” my heart was breaking slowly, my mind was spinning, all my thoughts and emotions were all over the place. “Just go to bed and call him in the morning sweetheart.” I nodded in defeat and stood up “I’m sorry pumpkin.” I nodded and went to my room, heartbroken.

I woke up in the middle of the night from a noise downstairs. “What is that ringing noise?” I rubbed my eyes slowly and sat right back up in bed, listening to the noise. “It’s the phone!” I jumped out of my bed and sprinted downstairs to the kitchen. The phone was still ringing and I grabbed it from the holder.

“Hello, houses Y/L/N.” I said in a sleepy voice.

“Hi beautiful, it’s me Drake.” I started to smile as I heard his voice coming through the phone.

“Hi Drake.” I started to play with the phone cord.

“I’m sorry for calling so late, Dan wanted us to finish the episode tonight.”

“It’s okay, I’m happy that you’re calling me.”

“Of course, I promised I would call you back, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did.” I giggled and sat down.

“I miss you, it’s different when you’re not around here anymore…” he sounded tired and a bit sad.

“I miss you too.” I said in a sad tone.

“Yeah I know, I hope there’s nothing wrong…you know you can talk to me.”

“No, I just… I don’t know Drake.” I sighed and looked down at my feet. I knew that he knew that it was more than just a I don’t know why I’m sad kinda thing.

“I promise you that we will see each other soon. I promise.” My dad walked in and immediately signalled to me to stop calling and go to bed.

“We will, Drake I’m sorry but my dad is going to kill me because I ran downstairs to get the phone call. I speak to you later.”

“Oh, okay yeah sure, tell your dad I’m truly sorry about that.”

“I will, good night Drake.”

“Good night baby.”

I hung up the phone and smiled innocently at my dad. “Don’t you dare to say anything.” He pointed at the door to go upstairs and I quickly went to my room before I was in a bigger problem.

—��— The present ———

Drake POV

I was lying in bed, wide awake as all these horrible thoughts came through my mind. My past, my troubles, my fears, just everything. Y/n was sleeping in my arms, peacefully. I silently let out a deep sigh and rubbed my face. ‘Come on, stop this madness…..’ I was staring at the ceiling while memories were playing back to back in my mind, like a movie marathon. “Drake? Are you okay?” Her voice sounded tired and quietly. I looked down at her, her eyes were barely open as she was looking at me. “I’m fine.” My voice cracked and she moves closer. “No you’re not…Drake you’re crying.” I didn’t realise that tears were falling down my face. Her soft smaller hands went up to my face and gently wiped them away. “You know you can talk to me…” she whispers as she places a few kisses on my jaw. “I know…I just can’t fall asleep, can we just hold each other.” She nods and wraps her arms around my waist, lying her head back on my chest. “It’s okay to cry…. I’ve got you.” She knew it was more than just can’t falling asleep…..

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verystrxxwberry · 4 months ago

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Hi! How are you doing? I've been reading your content and I must say that I truly do enjoy it, you are my favorite content creator! I am about to do a nsfw request, so please forgive me...

What about the MCL newgen routes when they are turned on? What are some signs of them being turned on?

Thanks! Lots of love for you <3

MCL NEW GEN; when they are in the mood (NSFW)

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Suggestive, MCL NG routes, how do they act when they are turned on. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I'm doing pretty good! It’s been a while since I do not write for MCL, but it is a pleasure for me to go back to it :). I truly hope you enjoy it!

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ROY

This guy is confident when it comes to acting, and I don’t think he is the type to hold on if he wants something. If he wants to have you close, he will do his best to achieve it.

When he is in the mood he becomes more clingy. If you are in the office, his arm would simply be wrapped around your waist all. the. time. He won’t let you go, and his thumb would be giving slow circles on your side. He would remove it when Devon appears, but he is going to take his time to enjoy the way your curves feel against his hand.

His breathing changes a little, and you’d be able to hear it because you basically would have him right besides you. Whenever you talk to him he leans in, his eyes focused on you, but he might look at the way your lips move when you are talking. And damn, his gaze is genuinely so hungry that he might steal your will to talk correctly.

As much as Roy would like to take you at that moment, he respects your dignity and of course, your job. He needs to be subtle. But expect him to lean in to compliment your scent and then plant a ticklish kiss on your neck.

Plus his voice gets lower and deeper, yet he speaks so softly that it seems he is whispering to you. When he goes from being loud and confident to more quiet and intimate, there is something cooking in his brain- and you know he has some intentions behind it.

When you are alone, he is not going to be subtle. He needs his partner and his clinginess is obviously making it clear.

Roy is a romantic partner, and even if he has no fear of giving you small and gentle kisses in public, that’s not even a half of how romantic he can get to be. During private… it’s different. He loves kissing you, being in contact with you as long as it doesn’t overwhelm you. And when he is turned on, his hands are holding you close to him by your hips. He’d be giving slow kisses to your neck as he purrs about how good you smell.

The moment he takes your lips in a kiss, it is impossible to escape from his grip. And not because he wouldn’t let you, but he’d keep you hypnotized with the sensuality and gentleness he shows in the kiss. He is a good kisser, and he knows exactly how to do it when he wants to make you feel butterflies with only his lips.

He won’t rush things, but he will be amused if he gets to make you hungry for him as well and you get needy. He will tease you by going even slower.

AMANDA

Not gonna lie, the main reason for her to get randomly in the mood might be due to ovulation… She is a passionate lover. Even though she gets quite flustered when there is no reason for her to be turned on at that moment.

In the office she might act distant at first, worrying you in case she was upset over something. But her rosy cheeks are dyed so red that it’s not normal of her. Maybe she's feeling bad, and then the moment you approach to touch her skin to check the temperature she sighs. She stutters whenever she talks, and the way she looks at you…

There is something intense in the way she stares at your form whenever you are around. She can’t focus on her work even if she pretends to do so, looking at the screen of her computer and cursing herself for not being able to think straight. But she’d stare at you, checking you out a few times as she unconsciously bites her bottom lip.

If by any chance you look back at her, she will quickly look away.

You’d see her fixing her hair as she crosses her legs. Oh, and you know very well why she is crossing her legs. She’d adjust her skirt a few times as she makes pressure with both of her thighs to try and relax herself, but guess what. That only makes her more needy for you.

You approached to check on her, using your hands to massage her shoulders. Damn she melts once again. Amanda looks up at you and the puppy eyes she gives to you are enough to make clear how she is feeling.

Once she’s got you all for herself in private, she is going to be needy. The moment you both get to sit on the couch, she’ll start by slowly placing his hand on your thigh, caressing it up and down. The need is so obvious that you can feel his touch being basically fire in your skin.

Her eyes have no shame in wandering down your body once again, as she approaches to glue her chest area to your side, making sure to press her boobs so she can tease you. She seems to be cuddly, but she aims to go further than simply cuddles.

She gets very handsy, her attention placed on your reactions instead of your words. But she nods as if she was listening to you..

DEVON

It’s unfortunate for him to get aroused during work because he has an image to keep in front of his employees, he has to be responsible and serious as he is the one representing the company. It would be a pity that someone would catch him devouring you with his gaze as you work.

When he is in his office, he keeps himself busy to not focus on the feeling there is on his pants. He straightens his position, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing deeply. His back is completely straight, his chin up to the front and his shoulders tensed, doing a great example of the perfect position.

Every time you enter his office, he bites a pen as he looks at your whole form trying his best to focus on your words. He’d sign you to get closer because he can’t help it, he wants to feel your warmth a little bit at least.

As he talks to you about some documents, his hand is on your lower back. His office doesn’t give the best intimacy as the walls are made of transparent crystals, yet he looks around to check that no one is watching as his hand slowly goes down… resting over your bottom for a few seconds and then moving it away. He’s not that bold with his touch in public, normally, but he can’t help it.

He would ask you to respectfully go back to your desk. As the switch goes through, he dares to walk around the office, once his pants are less tight. He asks everyone how they are doing, and when he reaches behind you, he caresses your shoulders and neck. His caresses are so slow that you realize he is taking his time to enjoy the softness of your skin.

But he stops himself before getting aroused once again.

Once the shift is done and he gets time alone with you, he is quite direct about his intentions as he literally unbuttons his shirt slowly. “I might take a shower to relieve the stress. There’s room for two, if you wish to join…” he purrs, a cocky smile evident on his face as he starts to walk towards the bathroom.

How to say not to such an offer <3.

THOMAS

Another one who is flustered and acts distant. When it happens in work, he deeply focuses on his work, trying to ignore that your presence achieved to get him in the mood without even trying. His leg shakes anxiously as he works, doing his best to ignore everyone. It is annoying for him to wear those jeans he usually wears for work and having an erection.

He gulps, clearing his throat as he feels his throat dry constantly. He would be constantly sipping from a big bottle of water, but not even that can end with the thirst he has for you. He even licks and bites the skin of his lips, trying to distract himself.

He uses his hand to brush his hair back in frustration. The impact you have on him is intense, and you are completely oblivious about it. He blames himself for being hard, closing his eyes and trying to take deep breaths so his friend calms down a little. He is even frowning.

You notice him acting strange, and he’d simply say that he is fine, but his voice would sound husky and low, as if he was tired. But he is simply… fighting himself to have pure thoughts. He’d accept physical contact, but would need a few seconds to organize his thoughts and speak coherently.

His pupils are big when he looks at you, as if he was seeing a meal he wanted to devour already.

When he gets to be alone with you and he gets turned on by accident, he normally tries to act normal. He puts his hands on his pockets to hide the fact that he was aroused. He’d be distracted, trying to follow your conversation and not paying attention to his needs, but it seems so appealing for his mind to give him so many dirty thoughts that he sighs in frustration.

His eyes are more expressive than his whole face, and even if he holds a neutral expression, his eyes are burning in desire. He doesn’t start unnecessary physical contact since he finds it awkward, but look… Now it is necessary. He rests his arm around your neck, his hand playing with your hair slowly as he listens to your words. His legs would spread a little, his knee pressing against yours.

Knowing him, you knew that his clinginess had a reason behind.

JASON

As always, he absolutely adores being a lil shit and teases you as much as he can to check your reactions. He deals with his arousal naturally, doesn’t make a big deal about it but will not hide it from you.

When you visit him in his office, he can’t help but smirk at the view of you. “Ah, right on time…” he mutters and pats his lap. There might be the risk of someone walking into his office, but he doesn’t care to be seen with you on his lap. He holds you by the lower part of your back, his other hand resting over your thigh as he presses your side towards his torso.

He looks up at you with that cocky expression you are used to seeing from him. He gives you a little seductive smirk as you rant about anything, his hand massaging your thigh slowly, making slight possessive pressure. His eyes accompany the lust he is feeling.

His method to show you that he is turned on is by turning you on. And he is surprisingly good at this. Jason keeps the little game of keeping eye contact to make you nervous, which he adores. Then he’d lean in to give some kisses on your neck that would make you squirm.

Being on his lap doesn’t make it any easier as you can feel the arousal growing under his pants. Jason isn’t ashamed. When he is in the mood, he is like a predator hunting its prey.

Knowing that there are still people in the office, he wouldn’t go as far as he would like, but he’d be aware that he managed to get you in the mood before telling you to come back later. He adores seeing your frustrated expression whenever he leaves you right on the edge of doing something further than giving you teasing caresses and heated kisses.

But once he is the only one in his office, he will gladly use the area of his desk to satisfy both of your needs.

About him getting turned on in private… he is pretty much the same, he makes it obvious by his seductive movements and works on making you needy as well. The only difference is that you won’t have to wait much for him to satisfy your and his needs.

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fazbearedits · 6 months ago

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A surprise visit

(This is more of a wholesome one)

Trinity sat in her car seat,looking down at her shoes and then the gift sitting in her lap.She looked out the window,the town’s shops passing her vision and then she looked back at her feet,then the present.She did this a couple more times before Amanda looked in the car mirror a noticed her daughter doing this,”Honey don’t worry,he’ll be happy to see you”,Trinity got a bit startled with her saying this,since the car was dead silent for a few minutes when her parents tried to start conversation but it’s clear that Trinity was to distracted to reply.”What if he’s so crazy he’s not even gonna notice I’m there?” Trinity asked.

Donald noticed his daughter’s behavior as well and tried to cheer her up too “Listen it’s been 2 weeks and his parents told us he’s been doing one on one therapy sessions for 1 hour a day,but I mean they did also say he wasn’t really making good progress so I doubt he won’t get better for a while or even at all” He said this not realizing the impact it had.Trinity started to tear up in her seat,Amanda immediately elbowed him in the arm “Donald!” Amanda exclaimed “What?!”.

All of a sudden they were there as the car stopped and Trinity immediately got out,before walking out she looked back at her parents,they smiled gently at her “don’t worry honey we’ll be back to pick you up in a hour”.The car then pulled off and Trinity looked up and saw the words “Raven Brooks Psych Ward”,she began to walk in and then to the front desk “H-hi im here to visit…Nicky roth” Trinity said “Ah you must be Trinity!” the receptionist replied,”Right this way!”.

Trinity walked down a plethora of halls with different numbers on the doors and then laid eyes on the receptionist guiding her,the receptionist looked down at her and smiled and proceeded to make small talk with her “Don’t worry he’s gonna be so excited to see you! he’s actually been talking about you a lot!”,Trinity looked surprised “He’s been…talking about me?,the receptionist’s face lit up,”Oh of course!,his therapist told me he made really nice comments about you!,he said you were really nice to him unlike anyone else! and when the doctors told me you were coming to visit he looked actually happy for the first time in weeks!”.That made Trinity really happy that Nicky missed her and it made her more happy when they reached his room.

When they reached his door the receptionist opened the door for her,”just press the button in there if you and Nicky need anything hun!” She then stepped aside for Trinity to enter and the receptionist noticed the gift in her hands which caused her eyes to light up “A present! how lovely!” and that was the last thing Trinity heard before walking into the room,Trinity closed the door and it’s like all noise just stopped,the room must’ve been soundproof.She scanned the room and eventually laid eyes on him,however he was facing to the window on his bed away from her so to get his attention she walked over she said extremely awkwardly “hey Nicky…”.

Nicky’s head turned around a bit in shock and Trinity got the chance to look at him,he was still in quite a crazed state most noticeable being the bags under his eyes,which she remembers from that night,but the red in his eyes faded and he looked a lot cleaner which was good and they put him in a fairly sized hospital gown,that was all she noticed…oh! his goggles were gone which she knew because her parents told her the nurses had to pretty much drag him in here which caused his goggles to fall off and break so she thought this gift would be perfect.

“Tri-Trinity you’re here” Nicky said in quite a soft tone,he then noticed the gift box,a white box wrapped with red ribbon and a red bow which surprised Nicky a bit but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of it as Trinity walked over to sit on his bed,she sat close to him which he liked,her presence made him calm which probably explained why he talked about her so much and why he was excited for her to visit.He kept staring at the box with his mouth slightly open in the shape of a o.Trinity handed this to Nicky “I got this for you” she said calmly.

Nicky while being excited to open the gift was a bit cautious and Trinity saw this,”do you want the present?” Nicky nodded “do you want me to open it for you?” Nicky nodded.Trinity opened the present and in it was clean new goggles bought from the same shop Nicky bought his old pair,and his eyes lit up “new goggles! Trinity thank you so much!” he then hugged her,it made Trinity happy it made Nicky happy they were both happy.an hour passed with Nicky wearing his brand new goggles.They played board games,got snacks and drew together,Nicky seemed to finally come out of his shell but would seem distant with the staff

Once the hour passed her parents came to pick her up and said hi to Nicky however even though he was social with Trinity he seemed anti social when her parents came to pick her up.I mean the last time he encountered her parents they made sure he was gone the second they knew it was him which…..didn’t really work out well… so he tried to seem like, he wasn’t friends with her so that didn’t happen again so when they caught on Amanda got on her knees and said this “Nicky me and Donald are extremely sorry for how we treated you,what we did was rude and we shouldn’t have shamed you or Trinity for being friends since Trinity was nervous about the kids not liking her,we hope you can forgive us”.Trinity was happy her parents took accountability for how they treated him.and Nicky said softly “I forgive you”

Getting back into the car Trinity was happy she saw her friend again I mean it was better than last time by 100% percent,she was happy he was happy.

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