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eds6ngel · 9 months ago

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NERDY GIRL (book lover, does well in school, loves to study) DATING EDDIE MUNSON. BOTH LOSING THEIR VIRGINITIES TO EACH OTHER. THANKS, BETH, ILY :33

not so shy now, are we?

eddie munson x afab!fem!reader.

summary: after borrowing a copy of 'jaws' from hawkins library, you are shocked to find the explicit material written across the pages. however, your body reacts in a different way than you intended, which doesn't go unnoticed by eddie...

warnings: HEAVY SMUT!! fem!reader. afab!reader. queer!reader. switch!eddie & switch!reader (they are both dom and sub at different times.) unprotected p in v (r is on birth control.) fingering. A LOT OF DIRTY TALK. mentions of dildos, straps & silicone bodies. mentions of porn. pet names (sweetheart, my love, honey, baby.) swearing. established relationship. one mention of religion/god. some fluff & comfort at the end [2.9k].

a/n: thank you for requesting, my love! i kind of went off on this (i was feeling kinky today :')) so i hope you don't mind that!! we stan kinky virgins in this house and they deserve some love. so, low and behold, kinky eddie and reader ♡

You and Eddie were sat top-to-tail on his bed, lying beside each other as you read away.

Your knees were tucked up to your chest, your borrowed copy of Jaws from Hawkins Library laying in your lap.

Eddie, on the other hand, was sprawled out like a cat, his copy of Fellowship of the Ring held high above his head, the boy squinting to read the words.

You had urged him to get his eyes tested, even offered to pay for the appointment due to the Munson’s financial insecurity, but he wholeheartedly refused, claiming it would “ruin his look.”

You tried your best to convince him it would just make him look sexier, but he brushed you off with a “Thanks, sweetheart” and carried on with his far-sightedness.

You had seen Jaws when it had first come out in theatres over ten years ago, your seven-year-old mind blown away by its visuals and story.

So, when you picked up the book, you expected the story to be pretty much the same, more focused on the descriptive writing than any major plot differences.

But, as you came to a certain scene, your mind started to race.

“Hooper's teeth were clenched, and he ground them the way people do during sleep. From his voice there came a gurgling whine, whose tone rose higher and higher with each frenzied thrust.”

You and Eddie hadn’t gone any further than humping. It never ended in anything, just something to satisfy yourselves whilst you made out.

You quickly looked over at your boyfriend, his attention deeply focused in on his favourite book.

Raising the book from your lap, you hid your face behind it, softly biting your lip as your eyes scanned the following two sentences.

“Even after his obvious, violent climax, Hooper's countenance had not changed. His teeth were still clenched, his eyes still fixed on the wall, and he continued to pump madly.”

However, despite your best efforts to cover your face, Eddie had already felt the bedsheet moving against his legs. Looking away from his own novel, he takes note of the way your thighs squeezed together, the content of the pages in your respective hand obviously causing a stir in a certain region of your body.

A sudden smirk appears on his face as he thinks of an idea, beginning with a simple gesture to capture your attention. He takes his sock-covered foot and rubs it against your bare one.

The feeling of the fabric against your skin makes you jolt, almost snapping the book shut as you peer over the top of it to see your boyfriend’s face.

“How’s the book, sweetheart?”

You gulped, forcing a smile on your face and nodding furiously as you replied, “Yeah! Yeah… Um, really good! It’s, um… really good, yeah…”

You notice the way he folds the corner of his page, placing the book on his nightstand and crawling up the bed to sit beside you. Out of instinct, you hold the book close to your chest, your mind unable to close it fully due to the urge to continue reading the steamy scene.

He lets out an exaggerated yawn and casually drapes his arm behind your back. “I’m bored of my own book. Read some of yours to me. I’m interested.”

Bored of Fellowship? That couldn’t be right. He was up to something here.

“Um… I’d rather not!” you squeak out, trying to conceal the dirty words on the page in front of you, “I just… don’t feel like reading aloud today.”

He nods understandably, however, that same glint remained lurking in his orbs. “I understand, baby.”

However, so distracted by the beauty of your man, he delicately removes the book from your hands. The action was so incredibly light, Eddie placing it in his right hand whilst his left rested on top of your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, let’s see here… What beautiful words grace this adaptation of a truly wonderful film?”

You throat closes up as you are reminded of what you just read a mere few minutes ago. It was currently summer in Indiana, so the freeness of your skirt allowed you to feel how wet you already were beneath your panties.

“Hooper's teeth were clenched, and he ground them the way people do during sleep. From his voice there came a gurgling whine, whose tone rose higher and higher with each frenzied thrust,” Eddie spoke, his tone becoming deeper and more sultry, his hand slowly travelling up your inner thigh.

The words sounded sexy enough coming from your own inner voice, but with Eddie’s? You didn’t know how long you were able to contain yourself.

“Even after his obvious, violent climax, Hooper's countenance had not changed. His teeth were still clenched, his eyes still fixed on the wall, and he continued to pump madly,” he continued, his hand now reaching over your panties, feeling the wetness leaking through.

He chuckles seductively, “Didn’t know Jaws was this explicit sweetheart, but it seems like you were enjoying it regardless.”

God, for a virgin, he already knew how to push your buttons, somehow finding your clit through the fabric and rubbing delicate circles around it.

“Eddie… please,” you whine out, mouth slightly parted as you look at him with pleading eyes. He switches hands, placing the book upside down beside his own and using his right to continue focusing on your bud.

He cups your cheek with his left hand, turning you on your side as he kisses you softly, gentle moans releasing from your lips as he ever so slowly pleasures you.

You can feel him leave your clit, moving his hand upward before stopping at the band of your panties.

“This okay, baby?” he mutters in between kisses, to which you break away to softly reply, “Very okay.”

Your lips connect once more, your hand cupping his cheek as he delves beneath the restriction of your underwear. Inside his own mind, Eddie was floating. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and that oddly, he was exemplifying so much confidence.

He relished in the adoration of how wet you were. He doubted that it was merely the underwear that underestimated the amount, you had gotten wetter since he began pleasuring you. You were wet for him.

“Holy shit, baby,” he groans, looking down to see where his hand was buried beneath the fabric of your simple, black panties. His fingers were soaked, travelling lower until they reached your tiny, little hole.

Your face was buried into his neck, nodding frantically as you lifted your leg up higher, giving him access. He felt your head move against the side of his face, his cheek leant against it as he slowly sank one finger inside of you.

The stretch felt so fucking good. The coolness of his ring could be felt against the entrance of your pussy, the tip of his finger softly rubbing against the spongy spot at the back.

He could feel your hot breath against his neck, small whimpers escaping your lips as you simply whispered “More, please. Need more…”

He knew exactly what you meant, but didn’t want to break you. You were tiny, and he would punish himself forever if you even felt an ounce of pain caused by him.

“Don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear, his breath coming out in pants.

“You won’t, my love. Please… Just… I need you so bad.”

And how could he deny that begging? He was one step away from floating to heaven. And if he was being honest, he would happily die this way if it meant you moaning away in his ear.

So, without hesitation, he pulled his finger out, and entered again with two, pushing deep into your pussy.

The stretch was beautifully delicious, the burn being extremely pleasurable as he attacked that spongy spot once again.

He was being delicate, you could recognise that easily. But, that wasn’t something you wanted. What your boyfriend didn’t know is that you were kinky as hell. And the rougher he did it, the more satisfied you would be.

But, Eddie wasn’t all that innocent either. His trips to Family Video were strategically planned so that Robin was on shift, knowing that it was a lot easier (but not completely devoid of awkwardness) if he got his hardcore porn whilst she was working the front counter, rather than someone like Steve Harrington.

“Harder. Please, Eddie, please!” you sobbed into his shoulder. With how full you were, it was almost painful with his slow pace. All you wanted was for him to drive into you with force.

With your cries of frustration, the inner dominance of him struck out, him gritting his teeth and biting on your earlobe, “Yeah, you want it fuckin’ rough, sweetheart?”

“Want nothing more, baby. Please give it to me.”

And with that, he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at lightning speed. With each thrust, the palm of his hand smacked perfectly against your clit, increasing the amount of pleasure you felt.

You were able to give him hickeys on his shoulder purely by biting down whenever he hit particularly hard. Each pull of his skin lended itself with a harsh hiss from between his teeth.

“Is this what you imagined when you were reading that book, baby, huh? Thought about my fingers pumping into you like that?”

Oh god, he was a dirty talker too. You nodded frantically, almost screaming when he stopped pumping, pushing his fingers as deep as they would go and shaking them up and down. The sloshing sounds coming from your pussy made you both moan in unison.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, before continuing to blabber, “Course you did. You think about me often, don’t you, sweetheart? Think about me when you’re alone at night, filling yourself with those sweet toys you have underneath your bed.”

You honestly didn’t even know he knew about them. But, it was hot nonetheless. Knowing that he knew about the nine-inch dildo sent shivers down your spine. God, what if he even saw the strap? The bottom half of a silicone body that you practiced fucking into?

“Always think about you, Eddie. Wanna be fucked by you so bad.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he moans into your ear, “Think about you too, you know. Never cum so much until I thought about you bouncing on my cock.”

You let out a harsh whine as you felt yourself teetering close to the edge, but Eddie says it before you, “I know you’re about to cum, baby. You gonna cum for me?”

“Gonna cum so hard for you, Eds.”

He can feel you getting tighter and tighter, struggling to move his fingers inside of you, “Then show me, baby. Let go for me.”

And with that cooing, you let out a silent scream, followed by a loud moan as your legs shook violently, tightening around Eddie’s arm, locking him in place as he slowly pumped his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”

As you came down from your high, you placed delicate kisses over the marks you had made on his shoulder, Eddie slowly pulling his fingers from you.

But, you gently lifted his hand to your mouth, taking both digits and sucking them clean, exaggeratedly moaning over them and rolling your eyes back on purpose. You felt the strain of his jeans against your thigh ages ago, you were deliberately trying to wind him up.

“Fuckin’ hell, honey. Why didn’t we do that sooner?”

You giggle, biting your lip as you breathe out, “Didn’t know you were as kinky as me.”

“That day I didn’t come into school because I was ‘sick’ was because I came four times after seeing your sex toys the night before. I couldn’t walk all day.”

“Oh my God,” you breathlessly laugh into his shoulder. “Well…” you begin to place soft kisses on his jaw, “I could make that fantasy of yours become a reality if you’d like.”

Eddie felt his dick kick against his jeans. Looks like his body was giving him an answer before he got his head straight.

“Please, baby” he practically whines, “But, don’t expect it to be as sexy as it was a second ago. I doubt I’m going to last longer than a couple minutes.”

“Don’t care,” you say, beginning to un-do his belt buckle, pushing him down onto the mattress softly, “Just need to feel you fill me up.”

Eddie moaned at your dirty words, but had to make sure of something before you started. “Birth control, right?”

“Yeah. On the pill,” you reply, capturing his lips in your own.

Thank God. He could not be dealing with a mini Munson just yet.

You slowly remove his jeans and boxers, tossing them across the room as his cock smacks against his stomach. He was delicious. Had to be around six inches long, girth about the same, curved slightly to the right. He was going to fit amazingly inside of you, you just knew it.

You positioned yourself on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing him against your wetness, remembering that practicality was still needed, even if you just wanted to fuck yourself stupid.

You look up at him, checking he was okay, “Ready?”

He nodded, “Always for you, baby.”

And so you began, sinking down onto his beautiful cock, Eddie letting out a choked moan beneath you. If a God truly did exist, you would definitely be thanking him for creating this gorgeous specimen falling apart in front of you.

You leant down, whispering and panting in his ear, “Tell me when to move, baby.”

Eddie grabbed onto your waist, preparing himself for what’s to come, “Move, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

And so you did, beginning to slowly lift yourself up, before slamming back down onto his cock. Both of you let out deep groans in sync, you immediately picking your pace up, struggling to contain yourself.

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, combined with your whines and Eddie’s deep moans. You pressed down on his chest, using it as leverage to increase your deepness.

Not realising your eyes had been closed the entire time, you slowly opened them, seeing Eddie’s mouth in the perfect ‘O’ and his bangs sticking to his forehead, his eyes closed in delight.

“Open your eyes for me, baby. Need to see your pretty eyes.”

He opens his eyes, almost instantly looking down to where your bodies connected.

“Better than you imagined, huh?” you taunted, your dominance seeping out, “Your cock wasn’t ready for how good this would be, was it baby?”

He shakes his head, completely submitting to you, “Never, baby. Feels so fucking good. Feels like I’m fucking dreaming.”

You try to thrust as hard as you can, assuring him that he wasn’t dreaming at all. That this was all very much real. That his first time was this rough. That his girlfriend was kinky as shit.

Suddenly, you feel his cock begin to twitch inside of you. You mockingly laugh at him, “Your poor baby says otherwise, honey. Think he wants to cum. Am I right in thinking that? He wants to fill me up?”

God, something about you referring to his cock in the third person was about to send him spiralling over the edge. He could barely form words, too pussy-drunk to be able to speak. “Y-Yeah. Gonna cum.”

“I can tell, baby,” you say, leaning forward and whispering into his ear, “Cum in me, please. Really need you to fill me up.”

And with a supported groan, his warm cum splashed against your inner walls, sticking to you as he twitched and moaned.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy,” you whispered as he came down from his high, his dick becoming soft inside of you.

As you lifted yourself off of him, his cum began leaking out of you, the both of you marvelling at the sight.

“Holy shit,” Eddie sighs out happily, watching it drip into a pile just above his cock, gently caressing your hip.

“We just did that,” you giggle, grinning happily as you collapse onto Eddie’s chest, kissing him silly, smiling against his lips.

“That was… something else.”

“Better than you expected?” you ask, a sudden shyness washing over you, almost a hint of self-consciousness, afraid you took things too far.

“Never dreamed it could be that good in a million years,” he sighs. “Sorry I didn’t last long.”

She grabs his wrist, looking at the object encompassing his wrist, “Seven minutes isn’t bad at all for a first timer!”

Eddie began chuckling, “You looked at my watch before we started?”

You hide into his shoulder, “Wanted to see how well you would do.”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead and laughs, “You nerd. I love you so much.”

You smile softly, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks, “I love you too, baby.”

And with the both of you tired out from your day’s events, you fall asleep peacefully wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that if there’s one place you’d both like to be for the rest of your lives, it would be here.

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theangelcatalogue · 8 months ago

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ISLAND OF THE LOVESICKNESS || ★!

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Romantic!☆

Gender neutral!☆

Starting notes; Little project i wanted to make, since i love total drama and iots! This was inspired by iots but with Yandere ghosts! I will have multiple chapters, everyday one vitcm! I hope you all like it! (IOTS WAS MADE BY @eavee-ry )

TW: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, KILLING, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, YANDERES, POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, THROW UP, OUT OF CHARACTER, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR!! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! (Tell me if i missed something)

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They are death

Every single one of them, you know that

You were hired by your own uncle Chris McLean to be a intern at Total Drama, you would be something like a camp counselor! Your job was to check the campists

People said your uncle was a amazing guy, but you knew it was a lie, you never knew anyone more arrogant that him

Well, at least you have something to do at summer! And it would be fun see some drama...

Your job was to be a baby-sitter to resume, you were checking up and taking care of tennagers! People of your age! It was kinda fun but you were so tired of them

The nice thing is that they seemed to like you! Even Heather, but sometimes they were acting toward you(you thought that was weird cause it dind't make so many time you knew them)

It was going to have a challenger! Everyone was there except for Beth, you decided to look for her

In the florest you decided to worry, where is she? You heard a sound in the cave, as the beautiful curious you are, you got in

A bloody axe...

A lost arm...

Her body was bloody

She was dead.

SHE WAS DEAD!?

You wanted to throw up, the smell of blood...

You felt sick

You Chris and the interns, and they discover that a killer is in the island, what should we do!?

Chris had the idea of left the campers here

You tried to convice him other wise, but when you noticed you already in a boat leaving the island, you felt guilty, Chris made you leave them

Chris dind't left you because how would him explain this to your parents? Your Mother would kill him!

And when you came back home, he said to tell that you were in vacation...?

You passed the next months feeling guilty and sick, you wanted to throw up, and sometimes you really did it

You should had stayed, or at least try to convice Chris....

One day, Chris called you to go with him and two new interns to go back to the island and save them

You knew why Chris was doing that

He wanted to be the hero, that's it

But you decided to go, cause now it's time

Time to the truth, and let's be honest

You were afraid of the truth.

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I left the boat, this place looks so weird to be honest, you felt sick again

Something was wrong, you knew that! But now it's time

What happend to them

" I hope they are okay... "

I was afraid, afraid to go anywhere in this island, i dind't wanted to do that, but at same time...

I was scared

I felt something in your shoulder, a hand

" Don't worry Y/n! We going to find them, i hope... "

Sierra was trying to comfort me, but i could look at her eyes and see that she knew the truth

" Amigos! Everything will be alright, but i hope we have everything to survive here, Chris dind't explain so well "

Alejandro was in Sierra's side while looking at the island and looking around, he was right, Chris dind't explained how would you guys find the others, does him even know how to walk around this island?

I don't think so

" Can we stop to talk! Come on you- we have job to do! "

Chris said and started to walk, me, Sierra and Alejandro just followed him

Something is wrong in this place, i feel watched while walking

Oh god.

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Notes:

★ THIS IS SOOOOO BAD HELP WHAT??? i tried ★

★ I hope you all like it! I will try to be more online even thought school is making this nearly impossible ★

★ Idk but Ily you guys <3 ★

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luveline · 2 years ago

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i am obsessed with your kisses before dinner au, do you think you can maybe write something about what it’s like when the new baby is born or maybe how the older kids reacted to becoming siblings if yk what i mean? absolutely no pressure and ily!!

baby number four comes back from the hospital and steve tries not to cry about it (he fails) | kisses before dinner universe

afab!fem!reader x dad!steve (tw ment labour + pregnancy)

Steve sits down beside you on the couch with Beth in his arms and tries to calm his racing heart. To think your new baby is finally here, right here, safe and healthy and home, makes him want to throw up. He won't, obviously, but if he's a little grey around the gills that's his business.

Avery sits on your other side quiet as a dormouse. As the oldest, she's experienced this twice before. She can't remember when Bethie came home because she'd been so young herself, and Steve suspects she might not fully remember meeting Dove for the first time either, but she remembers to be quiet and gentle, and that's all she really needs to do.

Steve had wanted to bring them to the hospital to see you as soon as the baby was born, but Robin, rightfully, encouraged him to wait. He agrees now, because after labour you hadn't looked yourself. You'd been tired and sick. "You're having the next one," you'd joked. He had laughed until he cried, emotional from seeing you screaming and sweaty, his hand reduced to mush. Steve had been beside himself. He loves his girls, but he doesn't love how they came into the world. Seeing you that way… he can't regret getting you pregnant, not when he has all these beautiful babies, but he feels something similar. He feels better now that you're home.

"Tada," Steve whispers in Beth's ear. "There's your baby sister."

"Another one?" you'd asked when you found out the gender, defeated but not really. You'll love whatever you're given. He loves that about you, and he feels the same. "Steve, come on."

"It's not my fault!" he'd insisted.

"She's really small," Bethie whispers back.

"You don't have to whisper, sweetheart," you say, your face flopped against the couch cushions. You're still sapped. "She has to get used to all your voices."

Bethie stands on Steve's leg and holds onto your shoulder. He grabs her waist in case she takes a spill, letting her peer down into your arms at the face of her new sister. Her lips part.

"I think," Steve says, squeezing gently, "we finally have another one who looks like mommy and you."

"I think so too," Avery says quietly.

"Yea?"

"She's got mom's nose."

"Little," you joke, giving Avery a playful nudge with your elbow. "I think so three."

You swap. Steve gets to hold his new baby and you make as much room as you can in your lap for the oldest two, wincing when someone's knee jabs your sore stomach. He's about to tell them to climb off of you when you wrap your arms around them, hiding your face in Avery's soft, silky hair. She got nearly everything from Steve, including how much she loves being cuddled, and she melts like butter in the sun at your touch.

"I missed you, mom," she says. "Please don't have more babies for a while."

You laugh. You all know Steve wants an army. You also know Steve wants what you want. You could never touch him again and he'd be okay with it, somehow. Safe to say, you won't be having any more babies for a while, if ever again.

"I missed you too. Three days without you is three too many. And don't worry, my love. Me and daddy aren't having anymore for a long, long time." You peek over Avery's shoulder and smile. "I wish we didn't make such pretty ones. Maybe I'd be less tempted."

"That's all you," Steve says.

Bethie slouches to rest her weight on Steve's arm. God, he'd missed his girls. He'd been hoping your time in the hospital would be quick considering you've had three before, though they've been varying degrees of difficulty, and almost always made you poorly. That hope had been struck down fast, and Steve had just done whatever it was he could do to keep you breathing and smiling. He must be good at it, because four babies and eight years later he can still make you laugh between pushes.

He's, pardon his language, fucking amazed at what you can do. And he's so in awe of his life, his family, his girls, he finds himself welling up for the tenth time today, the perfect tiny face of your newborn a blur in his eyes.

Bethie pats his arm as he sniffles.

"You want a hug?" she asks knowingly.

"Yeah," he says. "I do. Thanks, baby."

"I'm not the baby," she says, draping herself over his shoulder. He drops his face against hers and sniffles some more.

Dove wakes up a little while after that, and when she calls, "Mommy!" from her crib you're thrilled to be able to go get her. You're still kissing her when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your nose sliding over her chubby cheeks as you coo praises at her.

"I missed you so so much, my love," you say, softly and brightly, affection dripping from every syllable. "Mommy missed you sooooo much. You've been such a good girl for daddy and Aunt Robin, I know you have." You beam at her tiny dimples. She beams back. "You want to meet our lovely new baby?"

Steve doesn't get too cut up about his family anymore, but he can't imagine his mother ever holding him so tenderly. He thinks she must have, once. Or maybe she didn't. There's no way to know, he only remembers growing up with that spearing sense of loneliness heavy in all his bones.

Robin, his best friend in the entire world, had absolutely healed him. When he met you, he didn't have to worry about being enough or being too much, he'd just loved you. You'd filled those last cracks, and his daughter's pretty much erased any trace of them.

He's so lucky. He could cry again, but the tears give him a migraine and he needs to be right as rain for the nights to come.

You sit down. You smell familiar, and your smile curves under his ear as you drop a kiss against his wane skin.

"Are you alright, Stevie baby?" you ask softly, one part concerned and three parts fond. You know what he's thinking.

"I've never been better." He reaches out to comb a rogue strand of hair from Dove's face. "Are you ready to meet your new little sister?" he asks her.

Dove glares at him. He wouldn't expect anything less.

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riordanness · 3 months ago

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cruel summer — [emercy] — 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

— 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

an emercy [perseus jackson x emma rebekah] social media au fic (part one) featuring,, percy, emma, leo, piper, jason, hazel, annabeth, and frank

— 🫧 ᯾ 👙 ❀ 🌊 ✞ 🐚 ☘︎︎ 🫶🏻 ༄

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erebekah, fyi, don’t take percy anywhere he acts like a literal toddler

sassyjackson: ok so says you

-> erebekah: me?? a toddler?? be so fr rn

lxvepipes: this is why you should take me out instead

-> erebekah: yes good let’s ditch boys together 💋

-> sassyjackson: i see how it is

abethchase: miss you idiots (sort of)

-> erebekah: BETH I HOPE TRAVELLING IS GOING SOSO WELL I MISS YOU

hzllevesque: my favourite pair of besties 💜

-> valdezinator: “besties” my ass

-> jgrace: right?? i sense a ship here i’m ngl

-> frankzhang: hazel aren’t we your favourite pair?

-> hzllevesque: ofc we are 💜 ily

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sassyjackson, someone tell this moron to stop blasting taylor swift in my car all the time

erebekah: someone tell this moron i can play whatever i want if i’m passenger princess actually

-> sassyjackson: emma i’m sick of cruel summer

-> erebekah: how dare you i hate you

-> sassyjackson: wait do you actual? no stop i’m sorry play taylor all you want

-> valdezinator: someone tell both of these morons they’re in love already

jgrace: where’d you guys go?

-> sassyjackson: she wanted to “go on a roadtrip” but we’re both broke so we just went to walmart

valdezinator: 🚨🚨

-> erebekah: we didn’t even speed??

-> valdezinator: no that’s the ambulance, i called them bc y’all are clearly blind if you still think you’re just friends

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lxvepipes, the best day with my girl 💖 (finally stole her away from percy)

tagged, @erebekah

erebekah: I LOVE YOU

-> lxvepipes: ILYSM 💘

erebekah: hey siri play today was a fairytale by taylor swift

-> lxvepipes: no play something gayer

-> jgrace: guys 😭

sassyjackson: so this is why she won’t answer my texts

-> lxvepipes: gods jackson she isn’t yours 🙄 she was my girl first

-> valdezinator: he wishes she was his tho

-> sassyjackson: she’s literally my best friend tho??

-> valdezinator: dude. not what i meant

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valdezinator, i’m sick of this weirdos

tagged, @sassyjackson @erebekah

erebekah: hey dumbass we aren’t weirdos

-> sassyjackson: yes we are

erebekah: also help how often do we fall asleep on each other 😭

-> lxvepipes: a lot babe

-> jgrace: lots

-> abethchase: if you’re the same dumb duo you were before i left, then a ridiculous amount of times

-> hzllevesque: like constantly

-> frankzhang: every single movie night

-> valdezinator: literally so much, emma

jgrace: this is for REAL a ship now i’m the captain

-> valdezinator: this is literally my post bro i’m the captain

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erebekah, beach day with my fav beach boy 🩵

tagged, @sassyjackson

valdezinator: hey, em, you spelt ‘date’ wrong!

-> jgrace: aww beach date, how adorable

-> lxvepipes: you boys are menaces, i’m joining

sassyjackson: you’re my fav beach girl

-> frankzhang: AW

sassyjackson: 🩷

-> valdezinator: leaving her heart emojis now are we jackson

-> jgrace: what are we calling this ship they need a name

-> lxvepipes: hm something like emercy? yk, emma and percy

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sassyjackson, 🌊

jgrace: someone check up on emma after that shirtless pic

-> erebekah: what is that supposed to mean

-> valdezinator: 😈

-> erebekah: you boys are weirdos

hzllevesque: percy come back emma misses you

-> frankzhang: um yeah she’s kind of annoying everyone bc she doesn’t have you to annoy

-> erebekah: hey i’m not annoying

-> valdezinator: yes you are, percy just thinks it’s hot so he never says anything

erebekah: 🥵 (deleted)

lxvepipes: dang i’m ten minutes late to the post and sm drama happens in the comments already

-> sassyjackson: tempted to turn my comments off fr

-> erebekah: don’t you dare do that

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erebekah, 👙

sassyjackson: em

sassyjackson: emma

sassyjackson: emma rebekah i swear-

-> erebekah: 😁😁

valdezinator: oi rebekah i think you broke jackson

-> erebekah: 💥

lxvepipes: do y’all reckon this is revenge for the shirtless pic percy posted yesterday

-> jgrace: oh yea fs

-> hzllevesque: i’m jumping on this emercy train too now

-> valdezinator: the more the merrier

#emercy #percy jackson #percy and emma #emma rebekah #emma and percy #emercy fanfic #pjo fanfic #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #perseus jackson #book percy #book percy jackson #percy jackson x me #percy jackson fanfic #pjo social media au #social media au #emercy au #fanfiction #fanfic

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michelleelizabethtanner · 6 months ago

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Wanted to get your thoughts on this.

I’ve seen quite a few people say that they believe Beth and Rio would never actually say I love you to each other if they ever came to that point. That it’d be too direct and vulnerable.

I honestly feel the complete opposite though. Yes, it would take a while and it would be done in a totally Rio-ish way, like he’d be being his usual smart ass self, but it would be clear and they would actually say those exact words. I just feel like to get to where they could feel that way about each other after everything, He’d want to let her know without any games.

It wouldn’t be cheesy or anything, but I’m picturing Rio being all “What’s got you confused, darlin’? Just because I fuckin’ fell in love with you, don’t mean you can try that shit on [common enemy]”

What do you think?

Anon, please write this fic. 🙏 I guarantee this would have an audience. Everyone loves a smirky soft Rio who lives for shocking Beth.

In a world of imagination, anything is possible. People change. People decide to make an effort where they haven’t before. I can see Brio developing all sorts of ways. Just because someone has a preference for a perpetually guarded Brio doesn’t mean that in a fictional universe they can’t exist otherwise. Although, I agree with you, the building blocks to get there are essential. I’m biased because I wrote them saying ILY. So clearly I saw a path to it, however sappy. I love the vision you have for this scenario. I think you should flesh it out and post it for us. 😁

#brio fics #good girls nbc #asks #beth x rio #fic writing

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cowboydisaster · 2 years ago

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Blessed are the Merciful...

Part one of "Blessed are the Merciful, for They Shall Obtain Mercy" a collab with @margowritesthings; read part two here

reupload, originally posted on 12 december, 2022

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: Arthur loses his hope, his love and his purpose; Arthur loses you

a/n: Ily Margo, so lucky to be able to collab with you. Writing this broke my heart, but I love it so much.

warnings: death, blood, gore, reader death, loss, grief

mood board by @margowritesthings

You pop out from your cover, an old bunch of wooden boxes that had been stacked outside of Shady Belle, and put two bullets into the last damn O'driscoll. Your dirty cattleman is holstered at your side then as you scan the treeline searching for any more of Colm's men in the forest. You can feel as the adrenaline slowly leaves your body.

The O'driscolls had caught you all completely off guard. Your body shakes slightly as the fear and adrenaline ebb away- then your mind returns to the present. Is everyone okay? Was anyone hurt? You're not sure where Arthur has ended up, he ran out of the manor with you, but parted ways once you made it outside. Quickly, you whip around and search for Arthur, trying not to look at the dead bodies that litter the yard.

Your eyes scan the house and the camp set up outside until you see him running out of the pavilion towards you.

"Arthur!" You call out, choking back tears now that you see he is alright.

Just twenty minutes ago, you and Arthur were in his bed enjoying the quiet morning. Your bodies were snuggled tightly together as you happily admired the ring Arthur had given you a few weeks prior. The sweet smell of violets hung in the air from the fresh bouquet Arthur had picked for you. It seemed like a perfect morning. The two of you were chatting about the future when Mary Beth's blood curdling scream caused you to jolt out of bed and rush outside.

But now that it's over, Arthur envelops you in a tight hug, curling one hand around your waist as the other holds the back of your head. You cling to him, hands wrapped in his shirt as you reel over the past half hour. Your face is tucked into his chest as you hold back sobs. Kieran was gone, you had not made it back into the house when Dutch called for everyone. You thought you were going to die. You inhale shakily, enveloping yourself in the scent of tobacco and mint that followed Arthur.

"Sweetheart when you didn't make it back inside the house, I thought-"

When you hear the pain in his voice, you're quick to reassure him.

"I'm okay, Arthur, I'm alright."

He presses a kiss to your head as you peek over. A sickening feeling sets in your stomach at the sight of Kierans decapitated head lying in the grass. As your eyes make their way back to Arthur, you notice that he is bleeding. It's not bad, but it could have been. If the bullet was off by 10 inches or so Arthur would be dead.

Your left hand that adorns your new engagement ring pulls the fabric back to check the wound. It's a graze, situated about 6 inches down from his shoulder blade. His shirt is ripped up around the bullet path that is slowly leaking red down his shirt. Arthur pulls his arm back a little in an attempt to brush off the wound.

"You're hurt." You frown and look up to his green eyes.

He goes to speak, but he is cut off when a yell erupts from the woods at your back.

"You shot my brother, you bastards!"

When you hear the yell, everything slows down. Arthur is still holding you against his chest as he reaches and unholsters his cattleman to shoot the remaining O'driscoll. At first he can't see where the man is. Arthur searches the forest through the sight of his revolver, and once he sees movement he pulls the trigger.

Though, unfortunately the O'driscoll also fires his weapon, and both bullets hit their targets with accuracy. Arthur's bullet lodges directly into the O'driscolls chest, causing him to hit the ground. The O'driscoll's bullet lands directly into your mid back, ripping through your spine and not stopping until it hits the titanium of your belt buckle.

The force of the bullet causes you to jump against Arthur. A shooting pain explodes in your middle. It is a burning, searing pain unlike you've felt before. Your vision immediately blurs and your ears. Your feet drag in the dirt as you stumble backwards, away from Arthur and look down to the mangled wound in your back and gut. Instinctually you gasp when your hands come up from your middle. They are soaked red.

Arthur had assumed that you were jolted by the recoil from his own gun, and it isn't until you back away that his world stops. Blood soaks the front of your shirt, your belt buckle is slightly mangled from the bullet that is lodged into it. Your hands pull away from the material of your shirt, covered in scarlett liquid. It feels so slow, though it is only a millisecond as your knees crumple and you fall to the ground.

You watch in horror as Arthur runs and slides down beside you, his hands frantically trying to stop the blood that gushes from the bullet hole in your gut.

"No no no, you're gonna be okay. It's gonna be alright."

Arthur's voice is hushed and fast, you've never seen him look so afraid. At his words your face crumples and you cry out. Both fear and pain are surging through you as he screams towards the house.

"JOHN!" you flinch as Arthur yells, it's so loud over the ringing in your head.

"CHARLES! JOHN! Dammit, someone go get Grimshaw and hurry!" Arthur screams once again.

You hear John yell something to Arthur, his distinct, raspy voice is getting foggier as the ringing in your ears grows louder.

You yell out in pain as Arthur scoops you up and runs toward Shady Belle. His running causes jolts of pain to shoot through your core, and you groan and cry at the pulling.

"I know, I know it hurts, I'm sorry." Arthur tells you as he makes it through the doors of Shady Belle.

Suddenly a few people are rushing around Arthur, asking him questions and gasping at the sight of you. Someone beside you begins to cry. Karen? You want to comfort her but you can't find your voice and your eyes are locked onto the ceiling above you.

"Mr. Morgan get her upstairs, on the bed now! Tilly get towels. Karen, bring everything you can carry from Strauss' wagon!" It's Ms. Grimshaw, and your hand reaches out, searching for her. You know she will help, she has to.

"Arthur?" You're scared, moving your hand to Arthur's cheek and frowning at the blood stained ring on your finger.

He jogs up the stairs, turning once he reaches the top to take you to his room.

"I'm here sweetheart, I'm here. You're gonna be okay. Gonna be just fine."

The fire in your abdomen radiates throughout your entire body as you gasp, looking up to your future husband. He can't bear to look at you, instead he focuses on getting you to the bed.

"Arthur- it hurts." your voice sounds foreign to you as you cry, tightly gripping the arm that is wrapped around you.

"I know baby, I-" Arthur wants to say he will make it go away, but as he places you on the bed, the sheets turn dark crimson and he's not sure of how to respond.

Ms. Grimshaw comes into your view, grabbing towels from the girls behind her and pushing them onto your abdomen. Fire surges through you, and you grip onto Arthur's hand as Susan unbuttons your shirt a few clasps to see the wound.

You know as soon as you see her face that nothing can be done. Tears stream down your stained red cheeks. Her mouth is slightly agape as her hands hover over you.

"I'm sorry Mr. Morgan… there's too much blood, I’ll never be able to stitch this up, there's too much damage." She talks quietly, like she doesn't want you to hear. For the first time, you actually see Susan shed tears. Over you? How funny that seems now. Arthur’s world stops spinning. A fear grasps his heart, quickly replaced by a rage because you’re dying and he can’t stop it. God is a cruel bastard, he’s sure. Everything that Arthur’s done, he wishes it were him on the bed and not you.

"No-!" Arthur yells, slamming his fist into the plush bed. He turns to Grimshaw and looks at her with rage, but underneath the anger there is hurt, fear, pain.

Arthur moves in front of Grimshaw, pushing her out of the way as he pulls the towels over your wound, soaking up the blood. You realize that the pain is being replaced by numbness. It doesn't burn anymore, the pain and the fire dissipate to nothing as you look at Arthur's teary eyes.

"Arthur?" you ask, feeling a coldness creep up your spine.

He looks to you, stopping his hands for a moment. You look so weak, so fragile. The life is draining from your eyes by the second and Arthur doesn't know how to stop it.

"I'm not gonna make it out of this one, am I?"

Arthur looks at your face for a few moments, he sees the fear in your eyes and his jaw sets.

"No, no– you’re gonna be just fine. Hang on darlin'. Just hang on." Arthur's eyes are filled with tears that he doesn't allow to fall. Your heart breaks, seeing him like this. He is so open, so raw before you.

You take a deep breath, wincing at how it pulls at your stomach. Shakily, you reach down and slip your engagement ring off of your finger. It's bloody as you move it towards Arthur, waiting for him to take it.

When Arthur notices what you are holding out to him he shakes his head profusely.

"No-" He starts but you cut him off, you hold the ring out, against his chest.

"Arthur, please take it. I can't use it where I'm goin' and I want you to keep it. It's so special to me please- I don't want it going in the ground with me." You whisper, eyes watching as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Very shakily, Arthur takes the ring from your hand and he places it into his pocket.

Arthur takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. He holds your intertwined hands against his forehead. Your attention moves to the door where you see other gang members standing in the doorway. Everyone looks shocked, some are crying. When you see John you call out to him.

"John?" You ask, your voice growing weaker by the second.

The cowboy steps forward, unsure, but prepared to do whatever he can to help you.

"Please, take care of him for me. I'm begging you, John. You know he won't take care of himself." You choke back your tears as John offers you a deep nod. He steps backwards then returns to the others with an indescribable pain on his face. He's had to comfort Arthur in this way too many times. Arthur has lost everything- and now he's losing you.

You return your attention to Arthur, who is still frantically attempting to stop the blood. It has slowed, but too much has been lost. You know what is to happen, you've made peace.

"I love you Arthur, y'know that?" One of your hands comes up and you brush that one strand of hair behind his ear.

He moves closer to your face, holding your arms, trying to get you to stay with him.

"No, no God dammit-" Arthur says. There is an immeasurable amount of pain in his voice.

"It'll be okay. I'll be okay." You whisper to your lover.

He doesn't attempt to hold back his tears anymore, they fall freely as he sobs. The gang members stand in shock at the door, never having seen Arthur in so much pain. John forces everyone to leave, allowing Arthur the time he needs.

"Sweetheart, please. I can't do this without you." Arthur begs. His warm tears are landing on your chest.

You struggle to keep your eyes open. You want to stay watching Arthur, you want to comfort him but you're so tired. Your eyes eventually slip closed as you whisper one last line to Arthur.

"I love you, more than anythin'. Thank you Arthur." Your voice is so quiet and meek that you can barely hear it.

Your hand is still gripping his as you exhale deeply. When the breath leaves your lungs, you do not inhale again. You simply drift off, like sleep.

Arthur yells out, cries, screams. But it is so distant. He is getting farther away. You can't feel his hand on yours anymore- you can't feel anything.

The blackness that you see morphs. At first you see a cloudy light, like fog. In the fog you start to see memories. Your childhood flashes before you then. In the bright lights you see your parents laughing and smiling, the creek by your house that you played in, your first horse.

The memories shift to adulthood then, when the gang picked you up at the lowest point in your life, how the women took you in and accepted you. You see Jack, Abigail, John, Sadie, Charles…

Arthur.

When he admitted his love to you by the lake, his lips against yours, his body rocking against you in the middle of the night. You see him smiling up at you on one knee, holding a beautiful ring to you. You see him holding you when you cry. You remember his face when you found him at Lone Mule Stead, battered and beaten and how your face crumpled. How he held you against him and promised you a home, a marriage and a future, one that now would never be. The last image you see is a memory, one of you and Arthur together at a field in Big Valley lying in the grass. Flowers sway around you both as you lie entangled in the grass, smiling and laughing.

The images fade to black as your pain fades to numbness. Everything is cold and you can no longer feel Arthur's hands on your body. You can't hear as he screams, crying out and begging for you to return to him. Because you are already gone. You're already gone as Arthur slides down against the wall, bloodied hands clinging to your red stained ring. You're already gone, when for the first time in many years, Arthur sobs. The violets remain in the vase by your bed, corpses litter the yard of Shady Belle. The shower of bullets has stopped, and now the only sound that can be heard is the low, heart shattering cries of a broken, gutted man.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x you #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 arthur

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moonlit-imagines · 11 months ago

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warnings:

a/n: ahhh i never know how to incorporate houses into these fics ik anon said RC but i just made it a lil more open!! ily!!

requested by anonymous

If anything, Hogwarts could be a tad overwhelming. For anyone, really, but you felt off today. All week, really, and it was getting difficult to hide. “Everything alright, love?” George snuck up on you and quickly kissed your hand, doing well to both startle you and ease your unease. “You’ve been unusually quiet today. I would have thought you’d have something to say during divination.”

“I don’t know. I’m just a little tired.” You tried to explain.

“Ohhh, I see what the problem is.” Before you could ask what he meant, he pulled you into his arms for a sweet hug. “You should skip next period with me, it’ll be so very relaxing.”

“With you?” You chuckled, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well, you’ll just have to come and let me prove it.” George retorted, taking your books for you. “Come, let me make you a cup of tea.”

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#george weasley imagine #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #wizarding world #wizarding world imagine #harry potter

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elliebean714 · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Chris x Male reader (Cause he fr is a Bi king and deserves all the love in the world) Where it takes place during the game, and the reader wasn't apart of the joke but Josh believes he was and tries to put him in the traps (I think thats a good for it) and when Chris finds out it was Josh he gets really upset. You can kinda decide the rest of it. If you don't want to do this request thats totally okay, I completely understand.

(Also can i be the 🍄 Anon? Again it's totally okay to not refuse) Love you and have a nice day!

GREETINGS 🍄ANON!! OF COURSE YOU CAN! I LOVE YOU TOO💗💕 So, Chris x reader in this is a pre-established relationship, I didn't want to do the 'will they, won't they' he had with Ashley in the game cus I wanted to write him already in a relationship with youuuuuuu💘 I'm very glad that 'Chris is Bi' is canon in our collective minds, this page believes in Bi Chris supremacy 🙇🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️ This is so goddamn long i'm sorry lol tryin something new that's all. I really like this btw pls request more,🍄 anon. ily. BTW IM SO SORRY YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE AUGUST PLEASE IM SO SORRY. Tiny Tw for gore and panic attacks, honestly if you're fine with the game you should be alright it's not too bad just thought I'd mention it in case yk?

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Chris Hartley x M!Reader

Fluff, Angst, Comfort, kinda slow-burn (plot wise)

During-Game

Prologue

Chris and Josh layed passed out on the kitchen counters, Beth did the dishes, you cleaned the kitchen. You heard hushed laughter through the double doors that led to the main room, they were surely doing some late night pranks on each other, you rolled your eyes and continued cleaning.

"Did you see that?" Beth asked, searching for something outside.

"What?" You tore your eyes from the surface you were cleaning to watch her.

"Dad said it'd just be us this weekend." She mumbled.

"What's up Beth?"

"I think someone's out there."

You went over to the windows to see if you could find what she saw and she began trying to wake Josh.

"I can't see anything. Where did you see whatever you saw?" You asked but got no response, you turned to see her reading a note.

"I think something's happening to Hannah." She sighed, "Woah, what the fuck?"

Her eyes were on the window, you turned around and saw something running past. You both ran out of the kitchen to see everyone else running to the wide open main doors to the outside.

You quickly found out they had pranked Hannah, humiliating her, causing her to run away in embarrassment. Beth ran off after her alone, you and Sam got everyone inside. You thought the twins would be back soon, you left the door unlocked so they'd be able to get in once they did.

Chapter One

You and Chris sat beside each other on the bus, sharing earbuds, listening to the unsettling video Josh filmed and sent you. He looked out the window, staring at the breathtaking mountain and the snow falling onto the ground outside. You gently laid your head on his heavily layered shoulder. Once the video ended you put the regular music back on.

"I love you." Chris smiled.

You pulled him into a sweet kiss. "Love you too babe."

"He loves me!" Chris exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air with a big goofy smile on his face.

"Always." You rolled your eyes playfully, big smile on your face too.

"Okay, so... when we get to the lodge... what do ya wanna do?" Chris asks.

"Uhh, I dunno, it honestly feels a little weird to be going back you know?" You answer, an uneasy feeling in your gut.

"Yeah, I know. But, trust me, Josh is super siked to have everyone back this weekend. I really think this'll help." He comforts you, gently picking up your hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

"Okay, I trust you." You relent. Still feeling uneasy but pushing that feeling deep down as to not let it ruin your weekend away.

"Cable car's gonna be a while hun. We should look around." Chris says, placing his bag on the bench and leading you around the back of the Cable car station.

"Hey, didn't you say Sam would be here?" You ask him, looking at the wanted poster on the side of the building

"Huh? Oh yeah, she said she'd go earlier, she went up with Jess I think." He replies, distracted by the gun he's holding.

"Where did you find that?" You jumped in surprise, staring at the gun too.

"Oh, there's a shooting range over here." He answered nonchalantly.

He walked over to it, you followed. Once you were beside him, he began shooting the makeshift targets, looking proud of himself and his aim.

"See that babe? I could protect you from all kinds of dangerous things, no sweat." Chris boasts, his big silly smile lighting his face in an ethereal manner. You pull him into your embrace and kiss him sweetly.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" You whispered, staring deeply into his love filled gaze.

"Probably but I'm not gonna tell you to stop." He smiles fondly.

"Good." You say before kissing him again

Chapter Two

You and Chris reached the lodge together, there you found everyone in the group besides Mike, Jess and Emily, the latter were probably busy fighting out in the snow whilst Mike watched so you ignored that and went to sit on the steps beside Ashley whilst Chris spoke with Josh.

You could hear them both laughing and chatting lightheartedly, the sound made you happy. Last time you'd seen Josh he was an emotional wreck, unable to talk through his sobs, seeing him so positive now helped further suppress that uneasy feeling within you. The boys stepped up the stairs towards the main door only to find the lock frozen.

"We're gonna go find another way in." Chris informs you.

You stand to kiss his cheek "I wish you luck, brave traveller." You put on a silly accent.

"Your affection, Good Sir, is all the luck I need." He kisses your hand.

Everyone entered the lodge, chattering idly before Josh lent down to get a fire started, not long after, Mike and Jess enter, with Emily on their heels. As usual, a fight started almost immediately between the two girls, Josh interrupted once he got too frustrated with their petty argument. He instructed Mike and Jess to visit the cabin in the woods, Emily instructed Matt to help her find some bag she lost on the hike upto the lodge, Sam left to take a bath and Ashley to put her things in her room, leaving you and Chris alone with Josh.

You made your way towards Chris, taking off your coat and hanging it beside Chris'.

"Aww look, our coats are in love too!" Chris comments cheesily.

"Romantic." You smile at him.

"You lovebirds almost done?" Josh interrupts.

You and Chris roll your eyes at him and walk over to the frozen stiff sofas, sitting next to each other for warmth.

"So, Josh, you said no ones been up here?" You asked.

"Yup, not in a whole year. Why?" He answered.

"I'm sure you know about it but down at the base of the cable car I saw a wanted poster for somebody. Do you know if that's anything we should be worried about this weekend?" You inquired, with a lighthearted tone to cover the nerves.

"What? No I had no idea. I'm sure it's fine though, don't worry about it." He stated before turning back to the fire.

Josh sent you and Chris down into the basement to look for the spirit board whilst he helped Sam with the boiler.

You both searched the old cardboard boxes for the spirit board Josh mentioned. It seems you were taking the search more seriously however.

"Woah Y/N check this out!" Chris called out from behind a shelf.

You followed his voice to where he was standing, rummaging through a cardboard box with 'costumes' written on the side in black sharpie.

"What's up?" You ask.

"Babe! Look at all this cool old junk!" He takes out a creepy mask and brings it upto his face.

"Still hot." You remarked causing him to smile beneath the mask.

"I kn-" Chris is cutoff by the sound of Sam and Josh entering the basement, chatting idly.

He quietly puts on a robe, also found in the box, and the mask. You stifle a laugh and find a costume of your own to put on, Chris leaves to continue searching for the spirit board. Once you're fully dressed, Chris has already found it and hidden it in his robe. You both begin shaking boxes as a distraction, you hear Sam and Josh discuss the noises then begin to follow them.

You snuck ahead, so that when Chris jumped out and began chasing them, you'd have a head start. Sam continues forward, slowly. Chris jumps out at Sam, making a big noise and running after her, she throws down a mat in hopes of slowing him down. That's when you join in, chasing after the duo, making Sam scream louder. Once they reach the door Sam begins banging on it, swiftly finding it locked.

A few moments of panic pass then Chris murmurs "Hey."

"What?" Sam struggles to catch her breath.

"Hey." Chris continues.

"What the hell?" Sam finishes.

You both remove your masks, laughing. "Boom. You just got punked."

Chris and Josh share a high five as Sam finally catches her breath. Josh unlocks the basement door after a bit, Chris, Josh and you start teasing Sam. Once you reach the top of the stairs you see that Ashley is waiting by the fireplace.

Chris makes some cute dumb joke, Sam leaves to finally bathe, then you go with Chris to help him set up the spirit board.

Chapter Three

Josh lights the last few candles, you sit next to Chris, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek as Ashley sits herself in front of the board.

Chris let's Ashley ask the spirit questions. At first they are simple, silly questions, but they quickly turn serious as the spirit reveals themselves to be one of Josh's deceased sisters. Chris struggles to keep an upbeat mood, Ashley begins to panic further and Josh's face sunk, you can see regret and guilt fill his eyes.

The pointer starts moving erratically across the board, spelling 'proof' and 'library' then suddenly, the table jumps up and the spirit board and pointer fly across the room. Josh freaks out and leaves the room, Ashley scolds you and Chris, thinking you were playing another prank then leaves to find Josh.

"So, I guess we should go find that proof in the library, right?" You ask cautiously. Chris nods solemnly and leads you down to the library. Once you reach it you both look around for a few moments before a series of books are tossed from there place on the bookshelf, a button is found in their place.

"Should I push it?" You ask nervously.

"That's what buttons are for I guess..." Chris responded, a shaky tone to his typically jokey demeanour.

The bookshelf opened, revealing a hidden room, Chris entered before you got the chance to offer. Whilst you're sure it's more eagerness and curiosity, your heart flutters at the idea that he didn't want to risk you getting hurt.

"Woah Y/N, come look at this." He says, a quiet terror to his voice.

You enter the room and take the picture he's holding, examining it. Its nothing special, just a cute photo of the twins, you look at the other side.

I WILL TAKE THEM AND BLEED

THEM LIKE PIGS AND RIP THEIR

SOFT WHITE SKIN OFF! FUCKING

16 YEARS. 16 YEARS I WAITED

FOR PRETTY LITTLE

HANNAH AND BETH

...

Jesus...

Jesus fucking christ...

You feel vomit clawing it's way up your throat.

This note...

Is the most vile thing you've ever read in your life.

And...

It looks like,

it's written,

in blood.

"Hey, hey, babe..." Chris' ever soothing voice cuts through the white noise in your head.

"I feel sick." You whisper. Chris takes the photograph from you and places it back on the desk he found it on.

"I know, it's horrible." He gently holds you, running his comforting fingers through your hair.

You stay in his arms for what feels like forever. Eventually you calm down and pull away. "So uh," Your voice is cracking still, "we should show Josh that picture right?"

"Yeah, when you're ready though. I don't want to push you." He caresses your cheek.

You breathe out slowly, "I'm okay. Let's go."

The pair of you leave the tiny room, he holds your hand, and walk through a long hallway. Eventually you reach set of double doors, you open the door first only to be grabbed by someone in a weird mask and knocked out.

Chris bangs on the door after you, when it opens for him, he spots you unconscious on the floor, Ashley laying beside you, then the person in the mask knocks him unconscious.

Chapter Four

You slowly awaken, in a cold dark room, feeling your arm muscles ache. They're held above your head, hanging from a hook attached to a wooden wall. You hear soft breathing beside you and turn your head towards the sound.

Somebody hangs there, in the same position as you, you call out to them, trying to wake them. When they don't respond you try to kick them softly but they're too far away and your legs can't stretch far enough to reach them.

A few more minutes of trying to wake them pass when you hear Chris and Ashley's voices getting louder and louder, shouting your name. Eventually they enter the shed you're in.

"Chris? Ashley? We're in here!" You called out as loud as you could.

"Y/N? Baby boy I'm coming, don't worry sweetheart!" Chris exclaims, following your voice towards a large window and locked door.

The lights turn on, you see Chris and Ashley through the window and finally recognise the figure beside you to be Josh.

A weird creepy voice starts talking, Josh finally wakes up.

The voice explains that Chris will have to choose between you or Josh. The other will be sawn in half.

Josh and Ashley cry out in terror, you and Chris in desperation. The saw starts spinning. Ashley runs away from the window, not wanting to witness the bloodshed of two of her dear friends.

"I, I won't let you die Y/N, I promise baby, I promise." Chris cries, pained to betray his best friend.

He does just that. Pulling the lever in front of him causes the saw to travel towards Josh.

Closer.

The most gut-wrenching cry possible, coming from Josh and Chris, you feel your own tears spilling, and Josh's red, hot, metallic blood splashing onto you.

What feels like hours pass but is really just a few seconds. The screaming creases but the blade keeps spinning. The door unlocks and whips open, Chris runs to you and unties your wrists.

When you fall he holds you, when you find yourself unable to move he carries you out, when you need him he's there, always.

The chill of the winter air freezes your tears, and Josh's blood. Chris hugs you tighter as he sobs.

"They're over here." Ashley calls to someone. Matt and Emily come into view along side her.

"Jesus, is what Ash said true? Some killer is on the mountain.?" Matt asks, stunned by your appearance. All you can do is weap louder and nod slowly, which is more than Chris, who continues to hold onto you and sob.

Their words turn to white noise. The only thing you can hear is the sound of Josh's scream and his blood spluttering everywhere.

Chapter Six

You and Chris returned to the lodge to search for Sam whilst the others returned to the cable car. Chris looked around the upstairs rooms and you checked the bathroom only for everything to turn out empty.

"Hey, Chris?" You stop suddenly, "I can't imagine how bad that was, having to choose between us, but... I appreciate it babe. I really love you Chris."

"I love you too." He sighs, "Let's find Sam, yeah?"

You nod, following him downstairs into the theatre.

"Y/N, you alright?" He stops to check up on you.

"I'm a bit better. But not much." You smile solemnly, he takes your face into his hands as he kisses your nose.

"I know babe, we're gonna get the hell of this mountain and never look back I promise." Chris pauses, studying your face, he looks at you like he's just fallen in love all over again.

"We just need to find Sam then we can go?" You finish his sentence after a couple of seconds.

"Find Sam then we can go."

You found yourselves in the cellar after a series of creepy noises and doors slaming. Once you calm yourselves you start looking around, finding a pink dollhouse with a weird lock on it. You think nothing of it and continue forward down the short hallway when suddenly a painting flies of the wall.

You let out a short yelp in surprise "Woah!"

"How does a painting fall of the wall like that?" Chris whispers to himself, bewildered.

You approached the spot on the wall where the painting once hung, to find a key in its place. You take it to the dollhouse and unlock it. Inside reveals seven dolls upstairs and four dolls downstairs.

The dolls upstairs are posed very deliberately, six dolls have their backs towards you whilst one faces you, without eyes. Looking closer you realise each of the dolls represent one of your group. And they are posed like your friends were in the video they filmed. The one that costed Hannah her life.

Downstairs, two dolls are sitting on the couch whilst only one was in the kitchen. A blond on the stairs. And one upstairs looks like you.

"What the hell?" You whisper.

"I know, this is real creepy." Chris answers.

"Yeah but look, that one," You point to the blond on the stairs, "is Sam. And this one," You point to the doll that looks like you, "is supposed to be me? But I was downstairs with Beth cleaning."

When you say that, the lights suddenly come to life, flickering, and things begin getting thrown off shelves. You and Chris jump in fright and, just as suddenly as they started, everything stopped.

"I'm getting sick of this now!" Chris cried, exasperated. "That's weird, let's just keep going. I want to get out of here fast as possible."

After a pair effort of pushing the heavy metal door to the freezer, you both manage to get in, unfortunately it's a one way door meaning you will have to find a different way back.

Shivering, you groan "Uggh! Why they'd want to make it colder?" Regretting taking off your coat earlier.

"I don't know. Keep moving, that should heat you up a bit." He answers wrapping an arm around you to share his body heat, or maybe he just wants to be near you. "You know I'd offer my jacket if I had it." He smiles as you continue on as one.

"Aww, and they say chivalry is dead." You kiss his cheek, "I appreciate your hypothetical sacrifice."

You turn a corner and find something hanging from a meat hook. A creepy mask, and wearing what looked exactly like Sam's clothes.

"Oh my god is she..." you begin, horrified by the potential answer you'd receive.

Chris reached out to touch it, quickly discovering that is was only a creepy decoy of some kind.

After finding that, you both moved with haste. Time was potentially of the essence, Sam was definitely in danger and you could save her if you hurried, unless she was already dead, of course.

In the next room you found a chair in the middle. With some strands of blond hair poking out from behind it.

"Oh my god, Sam?" You called out, releasing yourself from Chris' arm and running towards the chair, swivelling it towards you. Sam sits in it, in only a towel, unconscious but breathing. "She's okay!" You call out to Chris, "Hey come help me ca-"

Chris' muffled screams interupt you, you turn to face him only to see the creeper in the mask from earlier has drugged him, now he lies knocked out on the floor. Then the freak tried to drug you.

Thinking quick you punch them square in the jaw, so hard they take several steps back, you have to force yourself not to apologise profusely, and to try to escape, but of course they have you cornered, and drug you before you get the chance to fully register everything that's happened. And your plunged into darkness yet again.

Chapter Seven

You awake in an extremely dark room, once again. This time chackled to a chair opposite, who you assume is, Chris, whom finds himself in the same position as you, except with one hand unchackled. In the darkness, you can barely make out a gun that lies on the table between you two.

"Chris?" You call out trying to wake him, after a few more tries he eventually comes to. When he does, the lights come on and, as dim as they are, they do help considerably.

Then you hear mechanical revving from above the both of you, looking up you see two more saws, identical to the one that killed Josh. And the voice comes back.

Chris uses his free hand to grab the gun and shoot the saws but to no avail. Then the voice explains the situation this time. Chris has to choose whether to kill himself, or you. If he refuses, you'll both die.

"Oh fuck." You whispered, letting tears fall.

"I love you. Please remember that honey, remember I love you. With everything in me." Chris smiles sadly.

"No. Chris no don't you fucking think about it. Don't you dare!" You cry as he lifts the gun to his neck.

"He said it's my choice right? Just close your eyes baby. It'll be okay. I promise it'll be okay." You shut your eyes tighter than you have ever in your life at his command.

"Please. Please just let it be me. Don't make me live in a world without you. Please Chris." You sob. Your pleas are met with one final 'I love you' then you hear the shot.

The next few minutes are haunting. You can't hear anything, you don't feel anything. And you don't dare open your eyes. All of a sudden you hear a few more shots being fired and that killers evil, distorted voice taunting 'Chris'. Who is Chris? Your boyfriend? Didn't he die? What's happening?

Then you hear Sam and Mike's voices? What are they doing here? Now Sam is... beside you? Loosening whatever is binding your wrists? Now she's calling your name and placing an arm around you like she's trying to comfort you.

An argument ensues with the voices around you, Mike, Sam and, Josh? And Chris? What the hell is going on?

Mike yells something then you hear what you think is a punch and something large falling to the ground. Following after, Sam and Mike converse on the other side of the room, and Chris moves to hold you.

"Hey, hey babe, you can open your eyes. It's okay I'm here. I'm okay." Chris kisses your head softly, holding you tight. You take a few shaky breaths to calm yourself before opening your eyes.

And he's okay, he's still there. Chris didn't die.

The relief that floods you at the conformation brings more tears. You don't ask questions about what happened or why you heard Josh's voice when you felt him die beside you, you just cry into your beloveds chest because, as shitty as tonight has been, he's okay, he's still here, he didn't die.

You, Chris and Mike took Josh out to the shed to tie him up until morning. Josh was rambling on about nonsense which was aggravating Mike, you and Chris trailed behind.

"Hey, I love you." You smiled, rubbing his cheek softly, "I didn't say that earlier. I was a bit stressed."

In response Chris just hugs you.

"Aww look, my best friend and the prick that almost broke my jaw!" Josh interupts angrily.

"You deserved it." Mike mumbles under his breath.

"I was scared. I had found Sam passed out half naked. You just drugged my boyfriend. Of course I was gonna punch you." You defend yourself, causing Josh to start rambling again.

Chris and Mike scold him for his disturbed actions throughout the night whilst you hang back, only occasionally joining in, one thing that still didn't make sense.

Why was the doll made to look like you sitting upstairs?

Once the group reached the shed, you remembered what grotesque horrors occurred here. Only for them to have been a facade.

In anger, Mike forced Josh to the ground and began doing, something, that was making Josh writhe in pain. Although typically you or Chris would've stepped in to make him stop, neither of you did. Your own anger halting you, plus Josh killed Jess according to Mike so you both felt he deserved some vengeance.

Honestly when Chris told you what Mike said Josh did, even though you'd been through a night of Hell at his hands, you still couldn't believe he'd actually done that to someone. No matter his reasons.

Josh denied the accusations, although none of you took him seriously, he was clearly not lucid. Even as the three of you berated him for everything he'd done, for his disturbed plan, he still defended it like it was something to be proud of.

Finally having enough, Mike grabbed him and pulled him towards a stool sat in front of a pillar but as Mike tried to tie him to it, Josh started thrashing around and eventually it took all three of you holding him down to finally tie Josh up.

Once you did Josh started rambling on again, but no-one was paying attention to him. Mike inquired on whether Chris had ever seen Josh act like this before but he hadn't.

When Josh was done with his rant he laughed creepily and started insulting you, still laughing after each sentence. Angry as you were, you didn't feel the need to defend yourself. He just looked so pathetic, you could've just threatened to punch him again and he would've shut up, but Chris really didn't take lightly to insults thrown at you.

He started to argue with Josh, who was clearly getting a kick out of tormenting the two of you, "I just can't believe you choose your pretty little boy toy over your best friend you dick! Ever heard of loyalty? That guy helped kill my sisters! But what? He's got you so cock drunk you can't think logically?! You tried to kill me for that dic-"

Chris hit a plank of wood over Josh's head so hard he was knocked unconscious.

After a momentary freak out, Mike tells you to take Chris back to the lodge before he 'beats Josh to death'. You do so but once you're out of eye shot you kiss him roughly.

"You're hot when you're angry." You whisper into the next kiss.

"You have terrible timing." He quipped making you chuckle.

The walk back was silent, your mind kept wandering back to what Josh had said, 'That guy helped kill my sisters'...

But you were in the kitchen all night. The dolls did show you upstairs, but you were in the kitchen all night. When you said that whilst inspecting the dolls, the lights flickered and shelves shook violently, like you were lying, but it wasn't a lie, you were in the kitchen all night.

Chapter Eight

"Ahhh!" A bloodcurdling scream pierces the uncomfortable silence over the three of you.

"What the hell?" Sam asked uneasily.

A few seconds later someone started banging on the door and screaming to be let in, Emily.

Chris ran to the door and opened it for her, she fell to the floor shuffling away from the door, then she screamed for him to shut it. You and Sam helped her to her feet and walked her to the couch, all the while trying to calm her and get answers.

Apparently Matt and Ashley abandoned her whilst she was hanging off the side of the fire tower, she fell into the mines, found some horrible shit, and was chased by something.

Eventually Mike came running in, immediately hugging Emily when he saw her. Then came another knock at the door.

After a quick discussion Mike and Chris walked stealthily towards the door. When you tried to join them, Chris told you to hang back to protect the girls if anything happened. But you heard the slight quiver in his voice. A few moments of hushed tension between the two pass before the bang of the door slamming open, followed shortly by loud thumping boots on the hard wood floor.

When the boys came back around the corner, they had a creepy old guy, with a few large weapons and three huge gas tanks on his back, quick on their heels, who then began to scold you all for returning to the mountain. Then after Mike mentioned the Washingtons owning the mountain, he stated that the mountain belongs to the 'Wendigo'.

Murmurs of confusion spark between your friends before the old guy continued on briefly before once again, being interrupted by the ever-argumentative Mike, who himself was shut down by Sam.

The old guy told everyone that there is a curse living in the mountains, that if anyone resorted to cannibalism on it, "the spirit of the Wendigo shall be unleashed.". Whilst everyone stared at him in disbelief or disgust he continued, not giving anyone time to question him, about needing somewhere safe to stay for the rest of the night, Sam offered the basement and the guy told you all to go down there.

"Guys... I ran off and left Josh when I heard screaming." Mike's voice was laced with regret.

"Where did you leave him?" The guy asked.

"In the shed." Mike answered.

"Oh, then your friend will already be dead." He responded ominously, matter of factly.

After hearing this, Chris' face contorts into something solemn yet unreadable. You could see the conflict in his eyes, you took his idle hand and interlinked your cold fingers with his colder ones, bringing his attention back to you. With glimmering eyes he looked into yours.

"I have to go after him." He said louder than he intended.

"What? No! No way, the guy just said he's dead!" You scolded through your teeth.

"I'm sorry babe, I have to go. If there's a tiny chance he's okay I have to try." He reasons with you.

"Please Chris, please don't. He just told us how dangerous being outside is! Please I don't want to you to risk yourself. Please baby." You plead but just as before he ignores your wishes in favour of his selflessness. You'd be angry if it were anyone but Chris, perfect, protective, selfless Chris. How could anyone angry at him?

"I'm supposed to be his best friend and I let him down." He sighed.

You lowered your head in resignation, nodding dejectedly. "Fine, just come back.".

"I plan on it, don't worry." He smiles, with a comforting lack of fear.

"Then I'll come with ye." The guy joins in.

"I don't need your h-" Chris begins

"Shut up and take him." You interrupt, "We'll wait for you downstairs. " You finish.

Everyone began towards the basement, Chris was pulled aside and spoken too by the guy. After their conversation was concluded, they walked briefly towards a side door. You followed behind, wanting to give Chris a quick kiss for luck, stopping to watch as the 'flamethrower guy', as Sam had dubbed him, handed Chris a shotgun. After another short conversation between the two, you found the perfect place to jump in.

"Hey." You called out.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Come back in one piece, okay?" You kissed him swiftly.

"I'll do my best." He assured you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I trust your best." You sighed as he walked out into the unpredictable snowscape.

The unsteady, suffocating silence filled with tension wore heavily in the air, making it hard to breathe. He'd be okay, he promised, you kept repeating his previous reassurances in your head, every second of agonising quiet you became more fidgety.

A series of distant gunshots stirred further unease within you, curiosity guiding you towards a glass door. More gunshots, getting closer with each one. Eventually you see Chris come, just barely, into view. Aiming the gun at something out of view and sprinting, best he can with a seemingly injured leg, towards the door your standing at.

As soon as he was at the door you threw it open allowing him to re-enter the lodge quickly, once he was in you slamed the door back shut. He hurried you away from the door and down into the basement, limping as fast as he can behind you.

Once you both reach where everyone is waiting for you both they start bombarding Chris with questions. When Sam asks about the flamethrower guy, Chris shudders as he recounts that he was killed brutally by the Wendigo.

Mike started looking for another way out but Sam argued that they should stay put, Emily agreed, mentioning that the key to the cable car was missing when she visited with Matt and Ashley. Mike thought Josh might have it on him and Emily told him the Wendigo may have taken him into the mines, with that Mike decided he'd go down to try and find him.

Then the trio start investigating the flamethrower guys belongings, discussing what they're seeing and what they've seen throughout the night.

You and Chris remained silent, off to the side. Chris held himself tightly and rocked back and forth gently. To comfort him the best you could you put one cautious hand on his back. When he didn't fight, you slowly pulled his shaking form into you. Running a gentle hand through his hair, you calmed him slightly.

"It bit you? What bit you?" Mike's questions interrupted your moment.

"The Wendigo." Emily answered, voice shaky, then she started trying to make excuses as to why it was alright but Mike was denying the possibility.

"Emily, if the Wendigo bit you, you could turn into one of those things." Mike reasons.

"Oh that's ridiculous." Sam tried to defuse Mike's argument.

"He said it was from eating each other, if it bit you..." He trailed off, trying to find the courage to finish his sentence, "You can't be down here with us." Despite protests from you, Sam and Emily, he remained steadfast in his assumption. "You gotta go.".

You thought you should involve yourself, the idea of letting a friend get left to potentially die whilst you stayed safe downstairs made you sick to your stomach, Mike could be right. There was so much you didn't know about these 'wendigo' that you couldn't really discredit Mike's concerns, because to be fair, you shared them.

How could anyone be sure this was safe? That Emily wouldn't turn and kill everyone in the room? At the same time, who in their right mind would send someone to their death based on an assumption. Whilst thinking about whether you should join in or not, your rushed to reality when Mike pulls out his revolver and points it at Emily, who screams in, rightful, terror.

"This is the safe room, Em!" Mike cries through clenched teeth and streaming tears. Everyone stares at the scene with bated breath, begging someone else will stop him, because they're not going to.

Mike left. A few minutes later Sam read the flamethrower guys notebook and found out the bites weren't contagious, and some other things that prompted her to go after Mike, she wanted everyone to go with her, but worried for Chris' injury, you decided to stay behind with him so Sam left with Emily.

"How's the leg?" You asked, hating the silence, but you only got an indifferent sniffle in response. He's trying his best to stay strong, soon you find yourself wrapping him up in your loving embrace.

"His fuckin head came off..." Chris whispered, voice cracking making your heart hurt more than it was.

"I know, I'm so sorry Chris." You soothed him to the best of your ability, he tucked his head into you.

"I just, want to go home." Chris sighed sadly.

"I know baby, I know we're almost done. Just have to wait for dawn to break, then we'll get home. Kay?" You kissed his head and prayed that time would pass faster.

Chapter Ten

Emily returned to the basement alone, saying Sam climbed a cliff on her own to find Mike. She took comfort in her own corner, barely looking at you or Chris once she'd finished explaining what happened. You guessed she was still deeply upset neither of you stepped in to defend her, although in Chris' state, his abstinence was far more explainable. Your silence was a betrayal.

Almost an hour passes, a thick, hefty cloud of quiet suffocates the three of you, one in anger, one in shock, one in horror.

Faint animalistic screeches from afar and all heads whip in their direction. "Fuck..." Emily whispers, Chris whimpers into you and that's all the conformation you need. They're here.

"Run!" Chris shouts when Sam opens the door.

"Go go go go go!" Emily repeats, not before shoving you aside to rush ahead of you.

"Run!" Mike orders Sam after you run past him.

"Oh shit!" Sam screams as she rushes to slam the door shut then follows everyone to the top of the stairs.

"Don't move..." Mike whispers to Sam when the Wendigo arrive.

"Don't fucking move a muscle..." He completes when, clearly, the strongest one locks its eyes on Sam.

Then two more come up the stairs, they clearly anger the main one. Causing a fight to break out between two Wendigo. One gets tossed around and ends up breaking the gas pipe in the fireplace, giving Mike an idea. The first wendigo is killed.

You're unsure of the plan Mike and Sam come up with, telepathically, everybody just knows to slowly make your way towards the open door. The second wendigo is killed.

Once Mike has made it to a light bulb, he takes advantage of the Wendigo being distracted by Sam to crush the glass in his hands. As your inching towards the door, you hear it open and know Chris escaped.

And he's okay, he's out there. Chris didn't die.

"Hey!" Sam calls out when the Wendigo starts to investigate Mike a little too closely, but you're distracted with all the relief in the universe.

Then you hear one more pair of footsteps slowly retreating then turn to sprinting out the door and you know you're next.

The wendigo decides to stare in the direction of the door, however, momentarily trapping you inside and you thank every star in the sky when Sam hides behind a pillar, her squeaky sneakers being a good enough distraction for you to make your exit.

You crash into Chris' arms as you exit the cursed building. Heart pulsing in your ears, he cradles your head into his chest.

"Fuck." Chris whispers with tremble in his voice "It's done, babe, Y/N? It's over we made it! We survived!"

The cry that escapes your throat is full of relief and pain, it's wild and free whilst tied by knowledge that you could never be the same person you were. How could a person recover from this?

Before you know it the lodge has become an inferno and Mike has been thrown out. Everyone stares.

Jess

Time of death 00:12

Josh

Time of death 06:23

Matt

Time of death 06:31

Sam

Time of death 06:52

Epilogue

So much is happening, your head is killing, people died, no one believes any of you when you blame the Wendigo, everyone has sleeping problems now.

When things get bad, you can't breathe, can't think, can't stop crying, you run through it again, a simple statement that kept you sane the whole night.

He's okay, he's still there. Chris didn't die.

You call him he's probably having as bad a time as you, but he helps you through it, and when he needs you, you're right there.

It feels nice, to have someone to talk to, who'll understand you.

You know you're not crazy, and so does he, you hold him, he smiles for you.

That's why the answer is so easy, when, years later, once scars have healed, bruses faded, he asks you to marry him.

Because only a crazy man would refuse.

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