#if you're wondering why it's so dark it's because the game is about climbing out of a giant pit

[melloryn]

been a few weeks since i posted any progress on this. i'm having so much fun working on this thing. look at the lil guy move

[sturnsdarling]

‘never have I ever, shared a girl with my brother’

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

vibe check: THREESOME (obviously no contact between matt and chris the fact that this even needs to be said is insane). dirty talk, softdom!mattandchris, matt the much, double penetration (no lube mentioned but PLEASE USE LUBE i'm so fr), throat fucking (chris receiving), fingering, squirting, titty play, hickies, cream pie, multiple orgasms (i lost count), they both nut inside her (kill me now), cute mini aftercare literally anything you can think of is in this fic dude i could go on forever

5.3k words of pure smut

A/N: the build up/foreplay to the actual smut is basically the scene from challengers because that scene actually changed my life. anyways if you see my search history say anything about how to manifest thought into reality through detailed story writing mind your business.

love and cigs, merc

There was a city wide power outage in LA, you were hanging out at the boys' house with Matt and Chris when suddenly, the TV turned off and the entire house was pitch black. At first you all freaked out, Chris spouting shit about how this is the night you all die and reeling off the game plan for when an intruder comes in, you and Matt were slightly more collected, Matt immediately checking his phone and confirming the power outage whilst you joked along with Chris about how you were going to fight this supposed intruder.

It had been about an hour, Matt had gone to Nicks room to get all his candles and put them on the living room floor, giving you guys some illumination in the dark. Chris was playing music from his phone, feeling grateful for spotify's offline option. You guys had exhausted every talking point, and even Chris was running out of things to say.

At some point between boredom and death, you suggested a game of never have I ever, and the boys reluctantly agreed. You weren't really playing properly because they didn't drink but, at least it was something.

"never have I ever, lost my virginity on a bench in Boston" Matt said, raising an eyebrow at Chris who rolled his eyes, punching his brothers shoulder.

"oh my god, I fuckin' forgot that thats how you lost it!" you laughed uncontrollably, keeling over into the rug on the floor.

"I dunno why you're laughing so much, kid, you've definitely done worse" Chris tutted at you.

"oh yeah? like what?" you said, playful confrontation in your voice.

"d'you remember when I had to come get you from that dudes house because you threw up on his dick?" Matt interrupted yours' and Chris' conversation.

Your eyes went wide and you nearly spat out the soda in your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter.

"I remember that! you had to climb out the bathroom window because you were too embarrassed to go back out" Chris was keeled over in laughter.

"we've all been there" You shrugged, owning your embarrassing mistake.

"no, kid, we haven't" Matt chuckled, looking to Chris who's face was scrunched up in a confused laugh.

"oh, come on? you're seriously telling me you've never had an embarrassing sexual encounter" you pressed.

"none involving vomit" Chris spoke through his laughter

"and none where I had to flee the scene by jumping out a window" Matt added to Chris' taunting.

"whatever, you guys are just boring, you're lucky you have me to keep you entertained with my embarrassing ass life" You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended.

"to be fair, once I did accidentally punch a girl in the face whilst i was trying to fuck her" Chris said, trying to stifle his laughter.

"how the fuck did you manage that" You burst into hysterics.

"it was every dark and fumbly and I was still basically a virgin, okay? I apologised like fifty times and she still made me leave" Chris said, a boyish sulk taking over his body.

"dude that's not as bad as the time I was this close to a threesome with these girls, and I got so anxious that I told them my dog had just died and ran out half naked" Matt said, pinching his fingers together and huffing

"not my boy trev, thats so deep bro" Chris shook his head, acting disappointed in his brother.

Matt bringing up his near threesome experience made your ears perk up, and a question you had always wanted to ask came flooding back into your brain. You had been friends with the boys for a while and, had shared stories of all of your sexual escapades, some funny, some incredible and some awful, you were all totally open with each other.

But, your whole friendship, you'd always been curious as to whether they'd ever been offered a threesome, or taken someone up on one. You knew that girls would approach them both, but if one had more interest than the other, the other would back off and let his brother do his thing.

You uncrossed your legs, laying them out flat and placing one over the other as you leaned back on your palms, arching your back slightly as you looked between the boys.

"I have another never have I ever" You said, breaking their conversation.

They both looked to you at the same time, their breath hitching in their throat slightly at the sight of your chest being illuminated by the flicker of candle light.

"never have I ever...shared a girl with my brother" you said with complete nonchalance, looking back and forth between the boys.

Chris and Matt side eyed each other and looked back to you, mouths slightly agape at your forward question.

"like, fucked the same girl on different nights?" Chris asked, being the slightly braver of the two.

you shook your head, "like, fucked the same girl, at the same time" your voice was getting more and more seductive without even meaning to.

They looked at each other again, and then back to you, both slightly stunned, and slightly turned on by you even asking them that.

"we've been offered" Matt shrugged, "but we said no"

"why?" you said, sitting up straight now.

"cause I don't really wanna see my brothers face when I'm tryna cum" Chris laughed, looking to matt who made and agreeing face.

"interesting" you raised your brow quickly with a downwards smile

"why's that interesting?" Matt said, an air of seductive curiosity in his tone.

you shrugged, "I dunno, I jus' think you'd probably enjoy it", you pulled your legs into a criss cross under you, "you don't think the idea of fucking a girl who's so horny for you that she needs another version of you, is hot?" you tilted your head at them.

The boys were slightly stunned, they'd never thought about it like that before. Chris shifted where he sat, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his crotch as Matts eyes were trained on you, his tongue pressed to his cheek as you smiled at him smugly.

"well, when you put it like that, I guess it doesn't sound too bad" Chris said, letting his eyes wander over your frame.

"I've got one" Matt said abruptly, you and Chris looked to him, "never have I ever, offered my triplet best friends a threesome" Matt smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes and Chris attention shot straight to you, "I did not offer you a threesome-"

"yes, you did" Matt cut you off

"I simply asked if you'd ever had one" you shrugged, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about.

"yeah, and then proceeded to tell us exactly why we'd like it" Chris raised a brow at you, not realising he was edging closer to you on the floor.

"was I right?" you said, cocking a brow at Chris.

"yeah, you were" Matt answered for him.

Suddenly, the boys had come significantly closer to you, sitting in front of you like two siamese cats waiting for permission to do something. Your attention flitted between them periodically, the tension in the air thick with anticipation.

"so what then? would you say yes, knowing what you know now?" you said, trying to maintain your confidence

Matt smirked menacingly as Chris' brows dropped, pressing his tongue into the side of his teeth and looking to Matt. Matt side eyed him and they both returned their attentions to you.

"depends on who was askin" Chris said, eyes trained on yours.

"are you askin', pretty girl?" Matt muttered, his long fingers coming up to play with a strand of your hair.

The pet name made your stomach flutter, you don't think you'd ever been this turned on in your whole life, the sight of the boys' growing bulges from under their joggers making your mouth water as they both gawked at you, waiting for permission to fuck you exactly how they knew you wanted them to.

You didn't reply, only smiled as you leant forward, pressing your lips against Matts softly. He leaned into the kiss instantly, his hand coming to your face to pull you into him. The kiss was slow and somewhat soft, Matt asking for polite permission to press his tongue against yours with a gentle swipe over your bottom lip. You granted him access, and he pulled you in deeper to him with his hand on your jaw. He led the kiss with a gentle dominance that was slightly surprising from him. Chris watched with a slightly open mouth, watching as your tongue lapped and pressed over Matts, growing increasingly desperate to know what you felt like.

You broke the kiss with Matt, and immediately turned your attentions to Chris, kissing him with the same tenderness that you did Matt. Chris was a lot more feverish than his brother, his tongue entering your mouth instantly as his hand came to cup the under side of your chin. He bit at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before soothing the sting with a warm kiss.

You were reeling in the feeling of kissing them both, the differences between them being so apparent, and only serving to make you want to know how else they were different.

You broke the kiss with Chris and sat back with a content sigh, looking between the two of them as they gawked at you with puffy lips and hooded eyes. You smiled, pushing your hair back off your shoulders and letting it hang down your back, exposing your neck to them. The boys looked to each other and, in an instant, they were by your sides, mouths latched around your neck, pressing their tongues against the soft skin, trailing kisses down either side of your neck.

your whole body felt like it was on fire, the sensation of the two of them nipping at sucking at you neck making you whimper slightly. Matt trailed his kisses down your chest, pressing his warm tongue along the curve of your cleavage as it begged to be freed from your tight tank top.

Chris went in the opposite direction, moving his mouth up your jaw and capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as Matt slowly tugged at the hem of your top.

You pulled at the strap of your vest, letting it fall down your shoulder and giving Matt silent permission to free your tits from their confines. He complied, ripping your tank down with brute force, making your tits bounce free. He instantly latched his mouth around your nipple, biting down on the flesh and soothing the sting with a wet press of his tongue.

You moaned into Chris mouth, and his hand instinctively found the nape of your neck, collecting a handful of your hair and tugging on it, pulling your head back as he rose to his knees, not breaking the kiss.

"you like having us both kiss you like this, huh princess?" Chris said, smirking down at you with his lips brushing over yours.

"mhm" you nodded, your reply coming out in a whimper as Matt continued to work your nipple.

"she said it herself, Chris, she's so horny for us that just one isn't enough" Matt chuckled, palming your tit in his large hand, using his other to tease the hem of your joggers.

You flinched at the touch, a small shiver running down your spine at the sensation of Matts soft fingers teasing your skin.

"so responsive" Matt uttered, his attention focused on how your skin came up in goosebumps under his touch.

"come here, baby" Chris said as he shifted over to rest his back against the sofa, pulling you slightly by your hair.

You obeyed his orders, coming to rest in between his open legs, your back pressed to his. Matt turned to face you both, watching as Chris pried your legs open, raking his hands down the inside of your thighs at an agonising place, moving closer and closer to your throbbing pussy, but stopping before he reached you there.

You whined as Chris moved his hands round to the outside of your thighs, and Matt chuckled at your neediness.

"oh, come on, Chris, look how needy she is for it, just give her a little taste" Matt looked you up and down, his eyes hooded

"you want it, princess?" Chris muttered, his lips pressed to your ear as he hooked his fingers around the top of your joggers.

you nodded, head pressed against Chris' shoulder with your lip tucked between your teeth.

"words, pretty girl, we need words" Matt pushed, leaning forward and squeezing your thigh, inching his hand down your leg.

"yes, please, I want it" you whimpered, picking up your heavy head to look between the boys.

"want what, baby?" Chris said, a smirk wide on his lips as he nipped at your earlobe

"I want you both, I need you both to fuck me, please" you said, desperation thick in your voice.

With that, Chris pushed down your joggers as Matt assisted in lifting your hips up. Matt pulled them down, eyes trained on your covered pussy as sticky juices leaked from between the lace. You were soaked, and he couldn't help but reach forward to touch you.

"look, Chris, she's dripping for us" Matt said, pushing a finger up your covered folds, collecting your wetness on his finger, showing the glistening substance to Chris, who's mouth was once again latched around your neck.

Matt continued to tease your hole, getting down to eye level with your pussy as Chris continued to hold your legs wide open for his brother, your back arching into his chest as Chris sucked purple marks all over your neck, one hand in your hair, the other pressing bruises into your knee. Matts hands pushed you open further for him as he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing pussy, you released a guttural moan at the sensation, your head rolling back on Chris' shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.

Matt wasted no time, he had had a taste of you and now he was hungry. He pulled your panties to the side and latched his mouth around your pussy, pressing his tongue into your hole as his nose brushed against your clit.

Chris pulled his hand out from your hair and began to palm your tit, still relentlessly attacking your neck with wet, warm kisses and soft bites.

The feeling of Chris working your tits as Matt lapped and sucked at your pussy was euphoric, the moans leaving you borderline pornographic as the boys' groaned at the sound of you whimpering for them. Matt brought a slender finger to your entrance, moving up your pussy to suck on your clit as he slipped his finger into your sopping hole with ease. Almost immediately, you clenched around him, and he inserted a second finger, curling them upwards as he coaxed your orgasm from you.

"that feel good, princess?" Chris muttered in your ear, "you sound so fuckin' pretty when you moan, y'know that?"

All you could do was moan in response, any sense of coherence being ripped from you by the second as Matt lapped at your pussy like a man starved. He was moaning, actually moaning with every clench around his fingers, drinking you in like you were his last meal.

Chris twisted and pinched at your nipples, his grip on your knee never wavering as he held you open for Matt. You turned your head, biting down on Chris' jaw and pressing your tongue against the stubble there, he chuckled, and captured your mouth in a feverish kiss, groaning as you bit down on his plump bottom lip. His hand raked down your inner thigh, pressing and squeezing bruises into the flesh as he pressed his tongue against yours.

Matt sucked on your clit, burying his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and grazing your g-spot with his long fingers. You broke the kiss with Chris with a pornographic moan, your hands flying to Matts hair to push him desperately into your pussy.

"i think that means keep going, Matt" Chris chuckled.

Matt looked up at you, your mouth agape and brows furrowed as he thrust his fingers deep inside your pussy over and over again, his tongue running circles around your puffy clit. You couldn't help but grind against Matts face, and he moaned at the feeling, using his free hand to hold your hip, near enough forcing you to grind against his tongue harder.

Chris pulled at your hair, making you look at him again and locking his mouth around yours, tongue aggressively pressing and pushing against yours as he returned his hand back to palm your tits.

You were a whimpering mess, moaning and crying into Chris mouth as Matt brought you over the edge with his tongue. You covered Matts mouth with your cum, shaking and convulsing above him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. He unlatched his glistening mouth from yours and helped you ride out your orgasm, watching in awe as you bucked your shaking hips into his hand.

"look how pretty she is when she cums, Chris" Matt said, gaining Chris' attention

Chris broke the kiss and chuckled, watching as you shook against his chest, "the prettiest girl in the world" he muttered, raking his hand down your stomach and pressing the pads of his fingers against your pulsating clit.

You shifted against Chris, whimpering as you felt a wave of hot tingles rush over your body. Matt was curling his fingers inside you relentlessly, begging for more of you, and Chris was rubbing fast circles against your clit, using your own sticky juices as lube for his movements.

Your eyes where clenched shut, head heavy against Chris' shoulder as you bucked your hips into their hands, moaning relentlessly and unable to form a single thought. A second, fast approaching orgasm ripped through you, and you clenched hard around Matts fingers.

"please, please, please" you began to beg, unsure of what you were begging for as your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

You released a wave of juices over Matts hand, squirting up his arm as you lifted your hips, stuttering. Chris pushed you back down, chuckling as he watched you squirm.

When you finally began to come down from our high, the boys slowed their pace and Matt pulled his fingered from you, licking them clean and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

"you taste so good, pretty girl" Matt shook his head, pulling off his top with one swift movement.

Chris dipped his fingers in your pussy, inciting a small whimper from you, and pulled them out just as fast, wrapping his arm round you to taste you on his fingers.

"fuckin' delicious" Chris groaned, shifting you forward slightly so he could pull down his shorts, letting his leaking cock slap against his stomach.

You were completely spent already, mind reeling from the shattering orgasms you just experienced, but the sight of the boys undressing for you made you feel increasingly desperate. Chris situated you back against his chest, you were both planted on the sofa and he had lifted you up onto his lap, his cock pressed against your sensitive pussy. Chris pried your legs open once more just after Matt had removed your soaked panties, leaving you totally bare for them.

Chris began to tease your folds with his throbbing cock as Matt freed himself of the rest of his clothes.

"you think you can take us both, princess?" Chris muttered in your ear, his voice cracking with every pump of his cock.

"mhm" you nodded, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Chris teasing your folds with his tip, "I can take it"

"good girl" Matt smirked, coming closer to you and Chris as he pumped his hard length in his hand.

Matt and Chris locked eyes and Matt cocked his head, Chris lifted you up slightly and let his cock slip out the way of your entrance. Matt pressed his tip through your folds, a needy whimper falling from your lips as Chris began to rub slow circles around the entrance of your asshole, preparing you to take them both.

"you ready, beautiful?" Matt said, standing over you with his tip pressed into your folds.

"please, give it to me" you nodded desperately.

Matt smiled a prideful smirk and with your words, pushed his girthy cock inside you. You both moaned at the sensation, Matts hands finding the backs of your thighs as Chris held you open for him. Matt bottomed out inside you, brows knitted together at the tightness of your warm pussy around him.

The feeling of Matt stretching you out, coupled with the slow rubs of Chris' gentle fingers against your hole made you feel light headed, moaning uncontrollably as Chris pushed one, and then two fingers into your gaping hole, using your own wetness as lubrication to slip his long fingers in and out of you. The feeling was unusual, but definitely not bad, the warm touch of them both caressing you as Matt rutted into your seeping pussy at an agonising pace, of Chris fucking his fingers into your asshole, stretching you out perfectly, was genuinely blissful.

You had never felt anything like it, and just as you thought it couldn't get any better, Chris lifted you up slightly, causing Matts dick to slip out of you momentarily. He inched his fingers into your mouth, and teased your hole with his long cock.

"bite down on me, baby, it'll help with the sting" Chris cooed in your ear as he pressed his tip into your clenched hole.

As Chris pushed into you, Matt did the same, thrusting his cock back into your warm pussy. You did just as Chris said, biting down on his fingers as Matt and Chris stretched you out completely. You cried out a moan, the sting only adding to your euphoria as they both began to fuck your gaping holes.

You were completely full of them, being thrust into from every angle as Chris fucked up into your tight asshole, and Matt thrust down into your weeping pussy, Chris fingers in your mouth, and Matts hands pressing bruises into the backs of your thighs.

They were both moaning and muttering, praising nonsense, filling the air with low grunts that were nearly drowned out by the moans that left your throat.

"y'taking us so fuckin' well, pretty girl, so fuckin' well" Matt grunted, planting a hard slap on the back of your thigh, kneading the flesh with soothing touches just after.

"so fuckin' tight around me, baby, fuck, you feel so good" Chris groaned feverishly in your ear, biting down on your lobe as he picked up his pace, fucking into your hole with animalistic passion.

Their praises made your head spin, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night.

"m'gonna cum, please let me cum, i'm- i'm- i'm" you were rambling, unable to think straight as the boys continued to fuck your holes.

"cum, baby, cum for us" Matt grunted, pressing his thumb over your puffy clit and rubbing steady circles over it.

"show us how pretty you are when you cum, princess, show me again, I miss it" Chris muttered into your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth and rubbing wet circles over your nipple.

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving a white sticky ring all around Matts cock as it leaked from you and down onto Chris' balls. Neither of them stopped their pace, fucking you through your high as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your whole body shaking in white hot euphoria as they filled you up. You were borderline screaming at this point, moaning their names over and over again as your whole body tensed.

"so fuckin sexy" Matt grunted, rutting into you with gritted teeth.

Chris watched as your jaw hung slack, slowing his pace in your asshole and pressing a few long, slow and hard thrusts inside of you.

"I need t'know what that pretty mouth feels like" Chris said, pulling out of you. The sting of him removing himself from your gaping hole being soothed by the cool, wet juices of your sopping pussy.

Matt pulled out, earning a whimper from you at the complete emptiness you felt.

Before you could complain, you were thrown about the sofa, head hanging over the edge with your legs pressed against your chest and your mouth stuffed full.

Matt was pounding into you, holding your legs tight against your chest but just open enough so that he could see your tits bounce as he rutted into you.

Chris had his hands wrapped round your jaw, softly caressing your cheeks as he fucked your open throat.

"you're so good, baby, taking me down your pretty little throat like this as Matt abuses your perfect pussy" Chris cooed softly, watching as tears pricked at your eyes, gagging around his massive cock with every thrust.

You loved it, it was exactly what you wanted. The feeling of Matt rutting into you, stretching you out and hitting your g-spot as Chris pounded down into the back of your throat, looking at you like you were an angel as he made you gag around him, was perfect. You reached a hand down to your pussy, and began to rub fast circles over your clit. Matt near enough growled at the sight, fucking you harder than ever, the sting of his skin slapping against yours only serving to push you closer to the edge again.

"keep doin' that, princess, keep playin' with y'self for me, kay? don't you dare stop" Matt grunted, breathy moans escaping his mouth with every thrust into your clenching pussy.

"you gonna cum, beautiful? you like having your throat fucked so much you'll touch yourself over it?" Chris smirked down at you, his pace into your throat never wavering as he periodically threw his head back, thrusting deep into the back of your throat.

You attempted to nod around him, whimpering and moaning around his cock at the familiar tingly feeling creeping up your spine. Chris moaned your name as he bottomed out in your throat, hips stuttering slightly as he reluctantly pulled out and began to thrust in and out once more.

You were clenching hard around Matt, and he knew you were about to cum, uttering encouraging praises to you in hopes of seeing you cum again. "come on baby, gimme one more, y'so fuckin' perfect, such a good girl, jus' gimme one more"

Your pace on your clit began to falter and you came all over Matts dick, moaning around Chris' length as tears fell from your eyes. The feeling of you clenching so hard around him gave Matt the push he needed, and with a few hard and fast thrusts into your sensitive and spent pussy, he came inside you, fucking his cum into you as he rode out his high, pressing bruises into your thighs as his head hung low on his neck.

"fuck, oh my- fuck" Matt groaned, leaning down and biting down on the bone of your knee, trying to steady his bucking hips as they chased the feeling of your warm pussy leaking his own cum all over his cock.

Your whole body felt limp, you were completely fucked out, and yet, as Chris continued to fuck your throat, you found yourself almost sad at the emptiness you felt when Matt finally pulled out of your throbbing pussy.

"Chris, you gotta feel how fuckin' tight she is, dude" Matt sighed, shaking his head and resting back onto the soft couch to catch his breath.

Chris pulled out from the depths of your throat and gave you a warm smile from your hung position over the sofa. He walked round, grabbing your legs and spinning you round so your thighs were spread for him, ass nearly hanging off the edge of the sofa as Chris lined himself up with your spent hole.

"you think you can take just a lil' more, baby? you wanna let me cum inside you as well?" Chris caressed your thigh with one hand and pumped his cock with the other.

"yes, please, Chris, fill me up jus' like Matt did" you whimpered, spreading your thighs wider for him.

Chris smiled, "such a good girl" pressing gentle touches into your thighs as he pushed his cock deep into your aching hole.

Chris' eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight, warm pussy sucking him in like a vice, "Jesus, fuck" he moaned.

You whined at the stretch, not even close to recovered from the pounding Matt had given you. Tears pricked at your eyes once more and you moaned Chris' name, pressing a desperate hand into his chest.

Matt came up beside you, taking your jaw in his hand gently and pressing a tender kiss on your open mouth.

"you can take it, baby, be a good girl and take it" Matt said softly, caressing your hair as you nodded, eyes fluttery and lips parted.

Chris was fucking into you like he'd never felt a pussy like yours in his life. Every time he pulled out, he was sucked back in by your clenching walls, reeling in the way you felt stretched out around him. Your tits were bouncing with every thrust, and with your tongue pressed against Matts in a needy, sloppy, moan filled kiss, you didn't notice Chris' hips begin to stutter. His pace began to falter as he became a rambling mess, thrusting in and out of you, cursing and moaning your name as you moaned into Matts mouth at the feeling of him effortlessly fucking into your g-spot over and over again with his lengthy cock.

With a final hard few thrusts, Chris' mouth was latched around the curve of your neck, biting down on the muscle as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time that night. He fucked you through his high, pushing his cum deep inside your already cum soaked walls.

Matts hold on you was gentle and grounding, him only pulling away from kissing you when Chris mustered the strength to pull out of your perfect pussy.

Chris reached down to the floor and put on his shorts, throwing Matt his and slumping down on the sofa beside you. You were sandwiched between them, Matts head rested on your shoulder and Chris laying over your stomach, your legs hanging open over the edge of the sofa. They were both panting, tracing small circles on your skin as your whole body relaxed into the soft cushion of the sofa.

You were exhausted, completely spent and desperate for sleep as you felt the boys' cum leak out of your sore pussy.

Matt lifted his head up, hooking his finger under your jaw to make you look at him, "you okay, pretty girl?" he asked softly.

You nodded with fluttery eyes and a weak smile, your hand caressing Chris' soft curls as he laid in your lap.

Matt smiled at you, pressing a gentle kiss on your nose, "you wanna go have a nice warm bath and cuddle up in bed with me n'Chris?"

you nodded again, eyes fluttering closed as you hummed, unable to form a sentence.

The boys helped you up, Chris passed you his t-shirt and helped you put it on, telling you to go easy and let him do everything.

They walked you to the bathroom, Matt holding you against his chest as Chris ran the bath and helped you step in, both of them easing you down into the bubbly warm water.

You sighed at the relief of the warm water covering you, your eyes closing and head rolling back on its hinge for a moment.

Matt was sitting down by the side of the tub, his finger tips tracing soft circles on your shoulders as Chris sat on the counter top, sorting the perfect queue of songs to help you relax as much as possible.

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[jewbeloved]

hi there, love your writing! would you be willing to write main 4 + clyde, where they’re hanging out with their crush late at night, and their crush falls asleep on them?

Team Stan + Clyde hanging out with their s/o at night🌃😴🌌❤️

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh ❄️

Learning to go on crazy adventures and some mischievous things with the boys, you texted Stan if you both could hang out at midnight.

Stan agreed, quality time is one of his love languages and he wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to spend time with you <3❤️

You both made sure your parents (or siblings) were asleep before you guys started your midnight crazy fun.

You guys played video games down in the basement, tp a teacher's house because she pissed you both off, pillow fights, and etc.

You were having so much fun that you ended up falling asleep while rambling about everything you both did together.

Stan blushed a bit and he didn't know what to do so he just stayed still while you sleep on him before drifting to sleep himself after a while. 💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ♻️

He was a bit annoyed and confused on why you called him at midnight. The boy just want his beauty rest >:C

Being stubborn, you climbed up the tree that was near his window and jumped onto his bed because, in south park. The windows are always opened 😋

Kyle made a pouty face while you refuse to get out of his room. But you know that he's secretly happy that you're here, why wouldn't he enjoy your presence?

So you guys ended up doing the fun ideas you had planned for this night.

Even though Kyle was a bit tired, he tried his best to keep his eyes opened as you rambling about something random you thought while you both watch something on your (device).

After another couple of mins, you both fell asleep together at the same time <3.

Ike eavesdropped on you both the whole time 💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍓

Being the little devious child he is, he is obviously the one who purposed the idea of doing something mischievous with you after everyone else is asleep.

You basically often follow out with Cartman's plans unless it's something dangerous then no.

You do worry for Cartman's safety even though the stuff he does pisses other people off, you can understand why they would be upset with him. After all, you're friends with/dating a sociopathic racist kid :>

Once your little hangout is over, you both managed to get back to bed without being spotted. I wonder what Cartman did to make you both have such good luck with that :O

You soon realized that this was going to be a daily night routine-❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🎃

You both are always on the same page, you didn't have to tell each other what you were going to do this night.

Oh my god, you both ended up doing 49 activities together in one single whole night! Kenny definitely didn't make any dirty jokes in between.

How did you both managed to not caught? You both placed corks into your parents' ears so they couldn't hear a single thing. (You also did the same to your siblings if you have any).

When you first fell asleep on Kenny after a lot of fun together, he will chill and calm about it. He let you lean on him while he wrapped his parka around you like a blanket so you would get cold.

He secretly likes it whenever you sleep on him, it gives him an excuse to snuggle up close to you🧡🧡🧡🧡

❤️ Clyde Donovan 🔫

He almost pissed himself when you suddenly appeared onto his bed and scared him. (You were hiding in his room while in the dark.

You always liked to tease Clyde playfully and hang out with him, and since your parents are asleep you saw this as a perfect opportunity to bring him over to your house to talk about stupid stuff, play games, and etc together.

You even taught Clyde how to crave a jack-o'-lantern since he wasn't sure how to do it.🎃🎃

Clyde was a complete blushing mess when you fell asleep on him. Like Stan, he wasn't sure what to do besides staying still and letting you sleep on him.

He probably even went through 5 stages of grief at the moment.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Already October? Damn time flies way too fast.🎃🎃🎃

[willowser]

For the fanfic trope game: maybe Neighbour Touya and awful first meeting ?

I loved reading what you wrote for Bakugou Soulmate first time mashup ❤️

LOL OKAY THIS SOUNDS CUTE ! and tysm !!! i'm so glad you enjoyed it !!! 🥺✨💕

so you move in next door to the todoroki's and the first one you meet is fuyumi !!! she's getting out of her little cute car, bringing some groceries inside as you're hauling boxes up to your room from the moving van. and she's very nice ! very sweet ! about your age and you're excited about the possibility of having a friend already !

she tells you a little bit about her family later, when you two go walking around the neighborhood after the sun has started to set and the evening has begun to cool things down. her parents are divorced and she and her brothers live with her mother ! though she and the two younger ones still see their father for certain holidays and in small stints in the summer. she doesn't say much about her other brother, and you don't ask, trying to soak it all up like a sponge.

over the course of the first week, you meet all of them. all of them. little shouto who seems wholly uninterested in you — you can't tell if he's shy or just more interested in the little gaming system he keeps in his hands at all times — and natuso, who blushes when you introduce yourself. rei, who is so sweet ! and invites you to stay for dinner, which you do, and you and fuyumi help her in the kitchen and have a good time ! you meet enji for just a moment, near the end of the week when he comes to visit rei, a serious, withdrawn look on his face that sends you and the kiddos outside. you only barely catch him saying something about touya, but then yumi is rolling her eyes and natsuo is asking you something about having a boyfriend.

it's not until a little later that you're trying to sleep that you hear something OBNOXIOUS outside, like a fist against a window and some ridiculous noise that could be scary if you think too much about it. when you take a peek, there's some dark-haired guy trying to climb the side of the todoroki house, wobbling dangerously and barely hanging on. you spend a moment watching him, wondering if you should maybe call the police, but then the window opens and natsuo sticks his little head out — and plants a hand on his face and pushes him off the house afhahfahf

all the floodlights come on and he's stumbling to his feet just to face plant in the grass, and he looks up when you accidentally laugh out loud. even in the dark, you can see the face he makes at you, before he's getting to his feet and scaling the side of your house, too. you should probably be afraid, but natsuo is still looking out his own window, watching with his mouth open as this guy starts knocking and hissing to be let in.

you don't know why you do. maybe because he's a little cute up close and both natsuo and now shouto don't seem afraid as they watch you from across the yard. just as you yank open your window and he forces himself in, you catch rei coming around the side of the house with a flashlight, arms crossed as she calls out, "touya!" all exasperated. he just face plants into your room and groans into the carpet.

he doesn't move for a minute and when you lightly kick him in the arm, he sits up and is sort of drooling. the bitter smell of alcohol hits you terribly, looking at his handsome, scuffed up face, and he just blinks his bright blue eyes up at you slowly.

he slurs, "you th'neighbor?"

"uh, yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "that's why i'm in the house next door."

it makes him — touya — huff. "cute," he grins enough that his dimples show; the same ones shouto has, the one fuyumi has in her right cheek. and then he groans again, slumping back on your floor as he covers his mouth. "much as 'm enjoyin' this, 'm 'boutta hurl all over your rug."

you barely manage to drag him down the hall to your bathroom.

✨ trope game ! ✨

[sebbbongs17]

"ZOMBIELAND in 560 days," a SEVENTEEN fanfic.

Summary: A young boy realizes what has been unleashed on the world and doesn't hesitate to survive along with other boys. Oh, and with a pretty moody girl too.

Genre: Humorous horror, suggestive, angst, crack, fluff.

Warnings: Clearly blood, bites, violence, weapons, stupid deaths and some dark humor.

Pairing: ot13 x fem!reader

A/N: English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes, so please excuse me. Also, this is not going to be that descriptive, so there may be several inconsistencies and nonsensical parts, but it's all fiction. xoxo ♡

Day 1; Act I. Do you really think I would walk all the way from home to here? No way!

Chan couldn't even explain to himself the adrenaline he was feeling right now as he ran down the hill, being chased by none other than bloodied people. Yup. You hear- well, read that right.

He had thought that having read so many comics and having seen so many zombie movies and survival documentaries would help him if one day a horrible apocalypse were to break out, but now he was beginning to believe that that wasn't the case at all. Because, look at him, he was a scared boy who was still sleeping with the door open at night. And he never believed that an apocalypse could ever happen! Like ever!

But it was.

And if you're wondering how the hell he figured it out, well... It all started less than twenty minutes ago perhaps, when he went out to his yard to water his lemons before going to school, like any other day. Chan immediately felt that something was off in the air and in the environment itself. And, then his elderly neighbor climbing the fence to bite him confirmed it even more. I mean, he wouldn't have complained if it had been her hot granddaughter instead, but back to the topic..

If you're also wondering why he didn't enter his house to take shelter, the answer is simple: he stayed locked outside. So his first instinct was to run outside, like any idiot would do, isn't?

But before focusing on the running thing and talk about his wrinkled uniform, let's delay a little, yeah?

09:25 AM.

Poor Lee Chan let out a deep sigh as he walked lazily through the halls of the school, feeling like his heavy backpack would break his spinal column at any moment. Today was tuesday. A very nice and sunny tuesday indeed, but as always, none of his days weren't meant to be good.

His eyelids and damp scalp were still itchy, but he tried not to scratch too much or he was afraid of getting irritated. And all thanks to those stupid senior boys who had no better plan than to have him as a punching bag whenever they wanted, and today was no exception since they saw the option of putting his head in a toilet that had chlorine water, as fun.

And the worst thing was that in the end he was the only one sitting in the director's office, receiving absurd lectures about things he clearly didn't do. But since the man in charge of the institute was the uncle of one of Chan's main bullies, he didn't pay absolute attention to Chan but to his innocent and responsible nephew, with the excuse that they were only boy's games and that he needed to get used to it. But who in their right mind would get used to receiving flying balls on the nose on purpose during gym class or shoving against lockers or even hard slaps behind the neck every morning, among horrible insults and petnames?

What's more, who in their right mind would call that a boy's game?

Chan tried to arrange his worn uniform as best he could and opened the door of the Principal's office, not even taking 3 steps inside that the voice of the man in charge stopped him.

"Ah ah, Mr. Lee, no one comes in before knocking on the door and receiving permission," the man indicated, making a mocking gesture with his fist. Chan looked at him with some hatred before bowing slowly and subtly turning around and closing the door behind him. Knocking three times on the door loudly. "Who is?"

Chan rolled his eyes. "Lee Chan, Mister," he responded under his breath, his patience still stable.

"Oh, come in, Lee Chan." The man exclaimed in a cheerful tone which he believed was completely false, but still he entered the room, closing the door again behind him and taking a seat in front of the desk, placing his backpack on the floor. "So, Lee, what other problem is there now?"

Chan looked at him strangely and pressed his lips into a grimace.

"Ah, sir, you summoned me," he said, obvious.

"Oh yeah right, well, the reason is that I have a proposal that may interest you." Mr. Kang said, looking at him like he was some kind of gangster.

Chan nodded slowly and somewhat suspiciously since this was something new. Principal Kang never offered him anything, even if it was something bad.

"So, what do you think of being the leader of the student committee?"

The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise and disbelief. "What? Me?"

"Yeah," the man nodded.

"Why?"

"Well, ignoring the part that you are a somewhat annoying student," Chan grimaced, as that was clearly a lie. "You have good grades and according to the teachers you maintain good behavior in class and activities. So, I would like you to be leader of the committee." Mr. Kang spoke, leaning over the desk.

"What do you say?" He asked.

"Well, unless it's a joke, I'd like that very much sir!" Chan exclaimed, smiling. "But, what happened to Yeonjun?" He questioned confused.

"The boy Yeonjun has suddenly changed of school, and since it's almost the end of the year, I can't afford to leave the committee without a present leader. So, you will be some kind of temporary leader until next year," He told him, with some tiredness. "You agree?" The man looked at him exasperated.

"Yes! Of course sir!" He nodded effusively.

"Very good then! You start your position tomorrow, so come to school early. Maybe an hour or two before the usual time," he said, already indicating him with his hand to leave.

Chan stood up and grabbed his backpack, feeling his cheeks hurt a little because of the huge smile he kept.

"Oh, and Chan.." Principal Kang stopped him just before he walked through the door.

"Yes?" The boy asked.

"Try to wear a more presentable and new uniform, you will be the head of the committee, not of some street gang." He told him, making a slight face, looking at his faded clothes.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows before nodding furtively.

"I sure will, sir, thank you!" He exclaimed before running out of there, smiling happily again.

He couldn't believe that finally the opportunity to be part of the committee, in fact, LEADER of the committee, had come to him. He had wanted to be one for several years, but strangely he had never been chosen no matter how high his grades were and instead, a boy from his same year, Choi Yeonjun, was chosen.

Chan was walking so happy through the hallways that he didn't pay attention to the mocking comments of his bullies, nor so much to the tremendous slap that one of them give him in the back of the head.

The boy left just in time when the bell rang indicated the end of the classes, causing scores of students to pile up the stairs to leave. As he made his way down the sidewalk, Chan visualized a group of three boys, one of them being the famous Kim Sunwoo, who seemed to be playing with what appeared to be a poor dead or almost dead animal, presumably a deer. He unconsciously formed a grimace of disgust, as these three fools laughed while poking the deer with sticks.

Suddenly, Sunwoo noticed Chan's displeased look, and quickly gave him a dirty look. "What the hell are you looking at, Lee? Go wait for your mommy somewhere else, worm," Sunwoo said in a mocking and rude manner, causing the silly laughter of his friends.

Chan just rolled his eyes slightly and just started his way home, trying to ease his bitterness by remembering that he would now be part of the committee. And looking forward to tomorrow...

Present.

Chan felt that at any moment his lungs would give away but surprisingly they didn't. Turning back, he saw how the bloodied ones were diverted and instead, they were going to attack another neighbor, who was just collecting his mail.

Hearing the poor guy's screams of horror and pain, Chan turned onto the last street. Which, ha!, had no way out. Great.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." He muttered agitatedly, looking back several times just in case.

Where the hell he was supposed to go right now? To the city? No, he didn't know if it was safe or not at this point. The countryside? Could be a possibility, but he didn't want to go alone.

He stood still for about two seconds before his mind clicked. Chan desperately seek through his pockets and let out a sigh of relief when he felt his phone in one of them. With trembling fingers he scrolled through the contact list and hesitantly pressed one of it.

1 ring...

2 ring...

3 ring...

"Hello?" A raspy and lazy voice was heard from the other line.

"HYUNG! Thank god! Where are you? You're ok? Nobody bite you, right? Tell me that you're safe right now..." Chan muttered at the speed of light.

"Chan, what the hell are you talking about? Why would someone bite me?"

"There's no time to explain, Jeonghan-ah! Whatever you do, don't leave your house and close the windows and doors with locks and cover them as much as possible," he indicated, starting to walk around.

"Woah, woah! Calm down kiddo. What's going on? Also, I can't do any of that since I'm not at home right now," Jeonghan muttered softly, not caring at all why Chan wanted him to do that.

"Huh?! Where are you then?!" The boy groaned against the phone.

"At the supermarket," he simply responded.

"Damn it... OK. Tell me which one. You have your car with you, isn't?" Chan's knees shook and almost best towards the floor due to nervousness, but he was able to straighten himself up.

"Obviously. Do you really think I would walk all the way from home to here? No way!" Jeonghan giggle, making Chan roll his eyes. "I'm on the Sansok one..." He finally told him after.

"Alright, don't move from there hyung! And don't interact with anyone, I'm on my way!" Chan said and without waiting for the older man to respond, he hung up and turned around, seeing where he could go.

The boy's head stuttered in various directions as he barely spotted a bicycle near the porche of one of the houses. Chan carefully reached out and took it, beginning to pedal clumsily, almost falling in the process.

Briefly thinking about how he was wearing his new uniform in vain today.

[•••]

The brunette sighed heavily as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Who was it?" The other boy questioned, without looking at him, while continuing to examine the cereal boxes. 

"It was Channie. He sounded a little... weirded out," Jeonghan responded, dropping his weight onto the shopping cart.

"You asked him what was wrong? Maybe he had another nightmare again..." The guy finally turned to look at him as he was wearing a worried frown. "Or perhaps he smoked again that strange weed Soonyoung gave him."

"Oh, don't worry, Shua. It didn't seem like that... Well, actually, he didn't give me many convenient details. But I told him to come here if he was so worried," humming, Jeonghan walked to the ice cream section, closely followed by Joshua.

[kangaracha]

skz + devil by the window

just for you rain <3

LYRE LYRE

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"What do you think?" asks the boy by his side, one hand heavy on his shoulder and the other spanning the distance between them and the painting that stares at them from the wall.

Jeongin doesn't know what he thinks. The canvas is large, stretching down to his feet and right up above his head, gilded in a frame of golden roses that look out of place against the severe grey of the stone behind. The colours are too bright, the subject is too dark, and the sunlight that falls in cleverly placed shafts across its surface seems to only come from the darkest corner of the room-

"It's kind of boring, isn't it?" he questions, peering past the gold and the grey and the visible footprint of a paintbrush on its surface to the image beyond. A room of cream and honey brown stares back, a table set with chairs and placings adorned with a bouquet of pale lilacs. Above the table, a window creaks open, a breeze blowing the soft gauze of the curtains back to show a glimpse of the world beyond - upturned earth, coils of wire, black clouds and hazy fog over a morning so silent that not even the birds dare to disturb it.

Chan's hand slips from his shoulder, disappointed. "Why is it boring?" he questions, his fingers closing the distance between himself and the paint, that peels and flakes from the surface of the canvas. 

It crackles under his touch, loud enough for Jeongin to hear. "Because no one is in it, and nothing is happening," he says, cringing at the sound. "It's kind of depressing too. The window didn't have to be like that."

Chan's hand moves, tracing the shift of the curtains in the breeze, the dust that's settled on the windowsill. "Yeah, okay, I get it now," he admits. "You're right."

Jeongin wonders what he sees, standing that close to the painting - if the room is visible at all, or if he only stares out at the intricate details beyond the window. From here, the trickery of light and shadow makes it look like he's about to climb through that window into the warzone beyond, only the strange positioning of his hand and the gaudy frame to remind him that it is just a painting, flat to the wall and inaccessible to flesh and bone creatures such as them.

High above them but not so far behind, footsteps pounding their way down the stairs announce that they have been found, down here in this obscure corner of the house. Loud and heavy, like the stout character that they carry around their sweeping curve and out into the space of the empty hall that yawns behind them. "Everyone is looking for you, you know," Changbin says, even louder than the sound that his boots make on the marble floor. "And you're down here-"

Chan's hand slides from the painting, fingers curling by his side. His palm is painted in brown and red, his fingers tipped in black from the stormclouds above. "I've been gone for five minutes," he says, letting a single, put-upon sigh drag itself out from between his lips. "Seungmin was just down here."

"Yeah, and now Minho wants to hunt him for sport." The delighted grin on Changbin's face doesn't match his words, but Jeongin doubts he is being serious anyway; Minho is like an old dog without any teeth to gnaw with, only causing a ruckus when he feels like it. "Anyway, they're not just looking for you. It's our last night with our I.N-nie after all, and you're keeping him all to yourself."

Hands reach out, trying to grab at him - Jeongin darts away on instinct, too used to the cat-and-mouse game and the suffocating squeeze it always ends in. He'd almost feel bad, on this particular occasion, but Changbin isn't deterred, following him doggedly with the kind of wicked grin that means he's maybe enjoying the game a little too much. 

The realisation that it really is his last night in the house hits him as Changbin's arms encircle him, lifting his feet off the ground as he squeezes as hard as he can. It's hard for his heart to break when he can't breathe, but it tries anyway, scraping at the inside of his ribcage and curling in on the ice that creeps around it, the fear of what comes next. There's only hours left now - and he knew that already, he did, but he'd been pretending that if no one says it then it's not going to happen, that he'll wake up tomorrow and the house will still be here and Seungmin will be sitting on the end of his bed complaining about the sun rising and it will be another day yet until he is supposed to leave.

"Maybe I'm just going to miss him more than the rest of you," Chan says around the huff of Changbin's laughter in his ear, feigning accusation just for fun. Chan's good at that, the switch from motherly to childish on the flip of the dime; always watching, always tuned into the turn of the conversation, anticipating which direction to take it before the rest of them even know what they are talking about. 

Changbin drops him without warning, his mouth open in indignation. The first breath Jeongin drags into his lungs is shaky and half-empty; the second has to work its way around the laugh that escapes on his exhale, triggered by the sight of Changbin's face, and the loud yell that rattles the ceiling. 

Chan backs away towards the stairs, hands outstretched, abandoning Jeongin with Changbin. He's giggling, the coward; Jeongin doesn't even try to fight the heavy arm that throws itself around his shoulders, closer to a headlock than a guide, and drags him after Chan, all the way to the bottom of the stairs. "Do you think I don't love him?" Changbin asks the older boy, his voice rising higher and higher into the house the further up the stairs they climb. 

"Do you, Changbinnie?" Chan questions in response. He's climbing backwards up the stairs, one hand on the railing for balance and the other taunting Changbin. "Do you really?"

"I loved I.N-nie before I even knew him," Changbin claims. The words bounce off the walls and back into Jeongin's ears, loud enough to hurt them - he wants to cringe away from the source, but Changbin pulls him even closer before he's even finished speaking, his elbow squeezing at the back of his neck. "You love me too, don't you Innie? More than anyone else?"

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[alinalioness]

Background of the FNAF Chapter 3:Old animatronics.

Meanwhile, with Bonnie.

Bonnie entered the office to look after the pizzeria. He was looking through the cameras and saw Chica who was thinking how to cook pizza properly and decided to help her. When he arrived, Chica was still thinking about how to mix the dough properly.

Bonnie:Can I help you?

Chica:(Nodded) Yes, I wanted to make pizza, but I do not know how? Can you do it?

Bonnie:(He shook his head) No, but I think we need to cook pizza in a different way. (He saw the cookbook and took it) I think we'll cook with the help of the book.

Meanwhile, with Freddy.

Freddie read the newspaper, knowing that it was the last one. Suddenly, he noticed a painting with an image of Foxy and he wondered why. As soon as he read it, he was horrified that Foxy was dangerous because of his character.

Foxy:Here. (Put down a box of board games) Everything for the game is already there... (Noticed the newspaper)

Freddy:I'm sorry, but isn't that you?

When he showed the painting, Foxy was overcome with shame and sadness.

Foxy:Yes...

Freddy:If you want, don't just say it-

Foxy:(He's leaving) What is it to you?..

Freddy, seeing this, realizes that Foxy didn't mean any harm. But because of the past, he couldn't explain something. Later, he saw a man and a woman standing near the pizzeria. They were scared to see the animatronic bear when he came up.

Freddy:Hello, do you need help?

Man:Yes. It's our daughter's birthday today. We decided to celebrate at your place. Don't mind?

Freddy:(Nodded) Yes.

Man:Thank you.

While the couple was gone, Freddy was surprised to be talking to people for the first time. Later, Freddy decided to check in the kitchen and sees Bonnie and Chica putting pizza in the oven and warming it up.

Freddy:I see you've decided to work together.

Bonnie:I just decided to help Chica make pizza.

Chica:What's the news?

Freddy:Today two people asked us to arrange a birthday party for their daughter. We have to prepare, but I do not know how.

Bonnie:What about Foxy?

Meanwhile, with Foxy.

Foxy walked through the corridors resentful of the past. Strangely enough, he couldn't remember anything from the past. He decided to climb the volcano to forget about it, but he heard someone creaking metal.

Foxy:Who's here? Are you coming out?

He immediately realized that not only they were in the pizzeria, but also someone else. He immediately left for the closet to get his friends.

Meanwhile, with Freddy, Bonnie and Chica.

Bonnie and Chica:What?

Chica:Was Foxy dangerous before?

Freddy:Yes, but now he clearly doesn't want to be angry anymore and decided to forget it.

Bonnie:This is so terrible.

Freddy:I'm sorry, but can you show yourself?

Foxy:Guys! (The animatronics noticed him) There's someone in the closet.

Four of them immediately went to the door and opened the closet. But they couldn't go right away because of what Foxy said.

Freddy:(Whisper) Let's go quietly. (He goes quietly with his friends) Hey, is anyone there?

Man's voice №1:There is (The heroes were scared).

Man's voice №2:What are you doing, it's those newbies.

Man's voice №1:Calmly.

Man's voice №1:With pleasure.

Two animatronics come out of the darkness. One was a bear similar to Freddy, but had a different shape and wore a purple vest with a purple top hat. The other was a rabbit similar to Bonnie, but also had a different shape and wore a purple bow tie. The four friends were surprised over this.

Freddy:Who are you?

Fredbear:I am Fredbear, also called Golden Freddy.And this is my friend SpringBonnie.

Bonnie:And why is he not happy?

SpringBonnie:Because you were replaced instead of us and that's why I'm not happy.

Chica:So this is your pizzeria?

Fredbear:(Nodded) Yes. It used to belong to us, but because of the man who put his little brother in my mouth and I killed him. But his brother was to blame and had to close. That's why you're here instead of us.

Freddy:Do you know who revived us?

Fredbear:(He shook his head) Unfortunately, we don't know ourselves. But thanks to some things, we found out who we are. We even heard about William's murder. The same father of the man who killed his brother.

Foxy:So we were right that William killed us.

Fredbear:(Nodded) Yes. And when I saw you, I think it's time for us to retire just to sit in the closet. But just in case, we can help.

Freddy:We just decided to arrange a girl's birthday and we don't know how.

Fredbear:Very easy. Bonnie and Cnica have to make a birthday cake, Foxy has to entertain the kids, and you Freddy will perform on stage.

4 Animatronics:Okay.

Foxy:If I can do it. Since I was not intelligent in the past, I was dangerous.

Fredbear:And you just smile and be cheerful.

Freddy:Great, let's get to work.

While the four left the closet, SpringBonnie was at a loss for what his best friend had said.

SpringBonnie:What are you doing? You just gave the newbies a chance.

Fredbear:Our business is already a thing of the past. We'd better just keep an eye on it.

To be continued...

[devcted]

she hates everything about what he's going through, that the boy she loved was part of a group that would kill her family and not even think twice of it, that he has been suffering with this secret for so long and that now he's in even more danger away from them than he is with them. she loves regulus and what she told her tonight doesn't change what she's always believed.

she listens to him go on, letting him share all of it as her fingers move along his chest, blue eyes watching the boy lovingly and with a bit of sadness to match. "that's why you're able to see the thestrals..." she says in a saddened voice as the realization hits her that regulus has seen death, that she almost lost someone important to him because of the dark lord. "I'm so sorry reggie, you didn't deserve any of that...no kid does but you're lucky too you know? you're sweet and you're smart enough to realize that all of this is wrong and you won't let some forced loyalty change that." she smiles sadly her hand that's not on his chest comes up to cup his cheek for a moment. "I'm proud of you sweet boy." she says before kissing his nose again and pulling back to continue to touch him, letting finger tips trace down his chest and stomach.

"I didn't fall in love with you because of your ties to your family and the dark lord, I'm not stupid either I knew about the rumors but as long as you are still the boy who nearly threw a quidditch game to save me from falling then it don't care about this." she says glancing at the mark on his arm. if it weren't for the whole cult thing it was kind of sexy to see him with a tattoo, maybe they could cover it with a better one once this is all over.

"but you making out of this alive is what's important to me." she frowns again but she doesn't stop touching him as she guides her hand even lower until it's resting just near his crotch, nose pressed into his and lips moving against soft ones as she sighs. "I'll never love anyone ever again...if something happens to you, that's the end for me.." she knows it might sound dramatic but it was true, bee couldn't see a world where she would just move on from this, she'd rather die alone than have to love someone new and know it'll never be the same.

he comes to cup her face, eyes soften at the warmth of his palms as she nuzzles into them a bit. he assured her he's here and even calls her his baby which makes her cheeks warm. he's so perfect and sweet, like something out of a fairytale but better and sexier. she's filled with emotions, some good and some bad but the strongest one of all was the need for him. he punched someone for her, told when the darkest secret, and still managed to be the most perfect man ever.

"you're still my prince and I still need you everyday until the day we're actually meant to die." she says, fingers brushing his covered crotch, fucking me everyday and night... feeling your hands all over me. " she bites down on his bottom lip. "you're everything I want and what I want most right now is to say a big fuck you to the death eaters by letting you cum jnside me a few times while people wonder where we are." bee mumbles, arms moving up to wrap around his shoulders as she climbs into his lap, reaching to take his hands and place them on her ass. "let's continue where we left off but this time it needs to end with me panting your name."

it shouldn’t turn him on, the way she confidently talks about making him miss practice. but he can’t help but gaze back at her with warm green eyes, watching how the giggle transforms her pretty face, making her even more beautiful.

he listens to her talk about slytherin too, smiling back at her words. "i like that you're hufflepuff," he says gently. "i think it suits you." the common room feels just like bee, overflowing with life and warmth. even if most of its inhabitants were probably intimidated by his presence, he likes being there because it reminds him of her.

it isn't until they're flirting again that she touches his lips, her thumb brushing across them and making him shiver a little. the way she looks at them takes his breath away, as if she wants to kiss him as much as he wants her. "please," he begs softly, wanting to see what she means. it turns him on, imagining the ways she could keep him quiet while he's inside of her and in her bed.

but he doesn't get to hear what she has in mind, because the conversation changes and he tells his story, green eyes occasionally glancing up at her nervously. she frowns for most of it and looks like she might not be taking it well. it makes him feel guilty, to even be putting this burden on her in the first place. but what else was he supposed to do, when the alternative was break her heart and never tell her why he did? besides, he doesn't want to break her heart-- he wants to keep it for himself, no matter how dangerous that might be. maybe that'll get both of them killed.

she reaches out to touch the mark, her fingers so gentle against his skin that it makes him shiver a second time. "i don't know," he answers honestly, his eyes full of sadness. "there's never any talk of what happens if you leave... the expectation is that you just don't." he wonders if he'll be stuck with it forever, like a reminder of everything he endured.

he feels guilty when she talks about her mother, an ache in his chest because he knows how dangerous this is for bee's family. it's one of the only things he thinks about recently. he's surprised to hear emma tried to defend him, his eyes stinging a little. "she didn't have to say all of that for me," he says. "she's kind, like you are." it does make him feel better in a strange way, knowing there are people like emma and bee in the world. he never received that kind of unconditional support from his own family, so it's jarring to get it from someone his own organization wants dead.

"when i joined, i didn't think it would be like this... they had all kinds of lies they told me, when i was younger. they said he only tried to kill 'the boy who lived' because there was a prophecy about the potters bringing about the end of our kind... i mean, i was told we were going to help lord voldemort grow strong enough to stop the prophecy. the entire time, it was only about keeping him alive for his own gain." his words grow bitter, the shame he feels making it difficult to continue. "bee, i've seen him kill innocent people... he almost killed kreacher." there's a lump in his throat, hardly able to speak because what if he took even more lives? what if it was bee or emma or cedric?

he shakes his head at her words, swallowing. "i'm still a death eater, bee. if you hated me, i would understand. but this is why i hesitated, when you wanted to have sex... i didn't know if you'd still want me, and it felt wrong to put you through this."

it's hard to continue as her fingers trace up his arm, all the way to his bare chest, pressing her palm there. his breath hitches, gazing at her longingly as she touches him. glancing down, he watches her hand move, his heart starting to race at how good it feels.

he has to pull his focus back to her face when she speaks, surprised by the way her voice cracks and tears well in her beautiful eyes. he hates seeing her this way and knowing he's the cause of it. "it's the right thing to do... i have to try. if it'll keep you and your family safe, that's what's important." he doesn't want to die and he definitely doesn't want to leave her, but he knows doing this is the only way to atone for what he's done and prevent others from dying.

it makes his chest hurt, the way she fears losing him. he's never wanted anything as much as he wants to be loved by her, and now that he has it he doesn't want to lose it. "i'm still here, baby," he murmurs, his palm cupping her cheek as she moves closer to him. "i don't want to leave you." his thumb strokes her cheek as she leans in, pressing their noses together. "i want you too much," he breathes, feeling dizzy because they're breathing each other's air and her hand is sliding down his bare chest.

"i love you," he murmurs back, his other hand settling on top of hers, pressing down to urge her to keep touching him. "and i want to do everything in my power to survive this. especially if you still want me, despite what i am." he takes a soft shaky breath, watching her hand move.

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Ok but I LOVE your mini harlow series but I was wondering if you could write something where Rosie is on Jack's phone and he thinks she's playing a game but she went through Jack's gallery and found his rated r folder or the 2 of you and maybe she saw a picture of the r covered in hickeys and she thinks jack hurt you so she got mad at him and when she says something the 2 laugh about it but smacks Jack's chest lightly or something for not hiding them better, if you're not comfortable with this I completely understand I just think it'd be funny and cute to see her protective of her mom

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑 • jack Harlow

GENRE: fluff, little angst

WARNING: nudity but nothing major

PAIRING: jack Harlow x reader, dad! Jack x Rosie

Mini Harlow masterlist • finished jack Harlow masterlist

AUTHOR NOTE: I will make another jack masterlist once I write a little more <3

Enjoy

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Rosie sat sprawled out on the couch between you and Jack, her eyes glued to the TV over the fireplace. It was 10 in the morning and you, jack, and Rosie were relaxing together. Jack had the day off so you were going to enjoy your little family day together before tomorrow came around and he went back to the studio.

Rosie whined as she wiggled around in beside you. You looked down at her seeing her adorable face all scrunched up.

"what's wrong?"

"I need a snack."

You laughed. "A snack?" She nodded. She turned to jack. "Daddy, get the snack please."

Jack turned from his phone and looked at Rosie. "Fine. Only because you said please."

He stood up and placed his unlocked phone on the empty spot. You decided to get up as well and get some water.

While you and Jack were doing your thing in the kitchen Rosie took Jack's phone and started messing around with it. She started opening random apps that were unlocked. After pressing a few she found her way to Jack's gallery.

Being only 3 Rosie had no idea what she was pressing on ended up on Jack's folder that contains pictures of you and him during sexy time.

Luckily there was no pictures or videos of either of you fully nude. all the pictures were simple like your neck and chest covered in dark red hickeys. It may have been normal for you and Jack, but Rosie didn't understand that. She thought jack had hurt you.

She climbed off the couch and marched into the kitchen. Her little face had visible frown on it. She was angry.

You and Jack were talking when you heard Rosie Walk in. Turning around you seen her face.

"what's wrong bug?" You asked confused.

"daddy hurt you." She walked over to you. She gave jack an angry side eye as you picked her up.

"what are you talking about Ro?" You looked at jack. He was just as confused.

She handed you the phone. You unlocked it and looked at what she was talking about. You face heated up as you looked at the pictures. You handed jack the phone showing him what the conversation was about.

Jack frowned looking at the picture. "Rosie, I didn't hurt mommy."

"yeah you did. It's an ouchy spot."

Jack tried to hold in his laugh, but it didn't work. "Ro, daddy didn't hurt me. That's a normal thing mommy's get sometimes. You'll understand when you're older."

Rosie looked up at you. "You pwomise?"

"yes, I promise."

You kissed Rosie's head before sitting her down on the floor. "Here's your snack." Jack said handing it to her. Rosie took the bowl and walked out of the kitchen.

You turned to jack. Without warning you slapped his chest earning a ow from him. "What was that for?"

"why didn't you hide those pictures? She could have seen the worse picture!"

Jack put his hand up. "I'm sorry, I didn't think she'll see them." Jack explained. "I'll lock the folder right now." Jack picked up his phone and began to lock the folder.

[love-toxin]

why is it that i can have two words circle my head like a drain and immediately become fascinated. mr. munson.

(cw: age gap relationship)

cool mr. munson as your next door neighbor. he's older and hot and plays his guitar much too loud for your parents, but they suffer through it because he's a nice man despite looking a little scary and always helps them out with their car whenever it has trouble.

he helps out with yours too. piece of junk you picked up for your 19th birthday just to get around, now it's routinely being worked on by mr. munson, who always seems to look the hottest when he's fixing it up. long hair pulled back, ripped black t-shirt totally soaked with sweat and riding up a bit to show his belly and that trail of dark hair that disappears beneath his belt. bent over your hood or laying under it to work away, wiping the sweat and grease from his fingers with that black bandana he always has on hand. he never asks for payment, he just swipes some of your lunch when you come out to keep him company and calls it even with a wink, or if you bring him a soda or a lemonade to cool off with and hold the frosty can to the back of his neck. mercy.

mr. munson's got no girlfriend, no wife, no kids, and not much family, so often you wonder if he's lonely aside from visits from some old friends that have them cheering and laughing late into the night, playing some game he calls "dungeons and dragons". he offers to teach you how to play if you're ever interested, you can come over to his house anytime to learn the rules, join the party. he'd love the company of such a pretty young thing. he probably shouldn't have said that, but it sparks a fire in you that can't be put out so easily. wonder if mr. munson wants a pretty young thing for more than just company, if he would ever want you for something else....something like stress relief, or affection, maybe. or love. he'd be so shocked to see you show up on his front porch late at night, your demeanour meek and shy as you ask if he wants to have a drink together, or if he'll teach you how to smoke since you know he does.

and how can he say no? mr. munson's so nice, so sweet. he'll show you the ropes, just don't tell your folks that he's corrupting you, he says with a laugh--and he won't say no when you climb up on his lap, all pretty and delicate with that soft touch, and ask mr. munson if he'll teach you other stuff. or, maybe you can teach him a little something. he just can't say no to you, can't stick to it even when he mumbles out that "sweetheart, this isn't the best idea, don't wanna drag you down-" but one kiss and he's all over you in seconds. can't help it. he's not about to put a precious thing like you out when you're clearly intent on getting what you want--and eddie so wants to give you everything you could ever ask for, to spoil you absolutely rotten.

[obsidian-cantwrite]

Yandere BTS drabble: Jungkook

Yandere! Jungkook| College Au | Songfic/drabble

Rating: 18+ (MDNI) (Contains yandere content and suggestive content)

word count: 0.8k

a/n: I get most of my ideas from songs..so I wanted to write songfic/drabbles.

Please reblog, Tumblr is based on reblogs and I would appreciate it.

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Jungkook glances at you leave classes with your sister. His eyes followed the way they swayed as you walked. The dress you wore hugging everything thing leaving nothing left to imagination.

He licked his lips as you turned to him, waving embarrassed, that bright red blush on your face.

He stands up from his spot before going to his car.

He couldn't get you out of his head, you were just perfect in every which way in his mind and he was wondering why you hadn't made the move yet. He knew you wanted him, he wanted you too. You made that very clear one night the two of you were supposed to be studying.

Jungkook wasn't even going to make a move that night, but one this led to another and you ended up underneath him. Jungkook can remember the way that you were moaning underneath him. The way your pussy clenched around him each and every time he thrusted into you.

Jungkook was drunk on you. and he hated yet loved it.

The two of you fool around a couple times and suddenly the school bad boy is whipped. He could have any girl he wanted, he had girls confessing to him everyday but he still chases after you. Hell He was tired of playing these games with you. he wanted you as his and his alone.

The way you moaned his name. The way you ran your nails down his back, begging for him to give you more, calling him daddy...those things were reserved for him and him alone.

Yet you still teased him. dangling his prize in front of him.

And he found out why.

On this wonderful day, Jungkook followed you home. He was originally gonna just ask if he could study at your place, but he saw you leave with your older sister. He followed close behind but not enough to be noticed.

"Tch. Whatever Y/n. I told you Jungkook is mine. After all, everyone says we would make the best couple!"

"But S/n, i think he may like -"

"Please y/n. What do you know about boys, especially boys like Jungkook. You got bullied by boys like him, what could you possibly want with him?"

He watched as you hugged your books closely, the bag he gifted you swinging at your side. His eye twitched in irritation. So you were leading him on because of your stupid sister!? The male could feel his blood boiling in him.

You could've been his a long time ago.

You would've been his...if it wasn't for her.

Jungkook had to do something quickly. He felt as if he was going to die if he didn't have you in his arms again. He needed to feel your skin against him, hear you calling his name and wake up to you by his side.

The dark haired male waited until night fell, He knew what time your parents would be out the house and knew when it was just you and her. Jungkook easily climbed through your sisters window while she was in the shower. Sitting on the bed.

He had a blank expression on his face. He wanted to get this over and done with so he could spend time with you. He had his plan in mind and smirked as he watched her walk out the bathroom.

S/n jumped in surprise before looking at who it was. "Jungkook?? what are you doing here?" She asked in surprise watching as the male stalked over to her. He smirked down at her, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him.

"You're in my way. I'm trying to be happy with my baby. but she keeps leading me on because a whore like you." He said harshly. She scoffed looking at him. "Oh don't tell me you're actually interested in miss boring? what can she offer you that I can't, her virginity or some shit?"

JK felt his eyebrow twitch again. "No. She already gave me that, she loves me for me and not just for my body, now if you insult her one more time-" "Or what? What are you gonna do? Snitch on me? Get the fuck out of m-MPHP!"

Jungkook put his gloved hand over his mouth and nose to prevent her from breathing. This isn't how he wanted to go about this, but she had to running her mouth and disrespecting you.

He held his hand over her until he felt her go limp in his arms before tossing her off to the side. He knew you wouldn't have heard that. You were upstairs changing for bed and probably studying. He sighed satisfaction before heading back out the way he came. He smirked to himself knowing that this would push you into his arms.

And guess what? He was right.

You came to school with the 'awful' news of your sisters murder, coming to cry to your best friend, your protector and your lover...

Jungkook rubbed your back, smirking as he consoled you.

"Don't worry..they'll find who did this to her baby.."

"I'll be here for you..Okay?.."

"o-okay.."

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[midnight-dreamerness]

Savior

Chapter 2: Finding Strength

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

series summary: when your protector returns, he finds you broken and abused and helps you climb out of the darkness

chapter summary: you finally have had enough and you find the strength to escape

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: mentions of death, acts.mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm

word count: 2.1k

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Quitting the job you love was really hard. After your brother died you got back together with Kade after a short break in the relationship, you moved in with him. You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, and it only got worse when Danny, your brother, died while overseas.

You walked into the apartment, your head bowed trying to hide the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. He’s already home, you saw his car in his usual spot in the parking garage when you pulled in. You could also make out the sound of the tv playing in the living room.

You headed towards the bedroom until he called your name, making you turn and slowly make your way into the living room.

“Did you do it?”

There are empty beer bottles everywhere along with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. You sighed but nodded nonetheless, playing with the hem of your blouse.

“Good. Start cleaning. This place is a mess.”

And you did what he said, all day. He made you scrub the floor down with a scrubbing brush. You had to clean every inch of the apartment, while picking up the trash he left behind him all day. When night came, you had officially cleaned everything and cooked him dinner. You sat down at the table, ready to eat after not having breakfast or lunch all day.

“What are you doing? You think you deserve to eat? No. You're going to sit there and think about what you did.”

With sad eyes and an ache in your stomach, you didn’t fuss. You didn’t even say a word. You didn’t want him to see you cry so you held it in as much as you could. You hold back sobs, it creates a burning feeling in your chest and throat.

After you got home yesterday, Kade had been enraged. Accused you of cheating, he didn’t even mention you telling Jay about the abuse. It was worse because it was Jay. He knew your background, and how you fell in love with him when you were younger. Last night's memories were fuzzy after that. All you can remember was the agonizing pain and the god awful headache you had after he slammed your head against the kitchen counter. Kade has made you quit your job, you weren’t sure why.

Kade wipes his mouth with a cloth once he’s finished eating. “I try to be nice to you. But you test me. Every single day, you test me.” He stands from his seat at the table, coming closer and closer to you. You look up at him pleading with your eyes.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Get up.”

You do as you're told and stand up. He roughly grabs your arms, dragging you down the hall. You think he’s heading towards the bedroom but he stops at the hallway bathroom. He opens it and tosses me inside.

“This is your new room now. You should get comfortable,” he snarls. You're on the ground now, groaning. He takes the chance and shoves his foot into your chest.

When will it stop! When is enough, enough for him? Why am I not good enough? What did I do that made him so violent?

These things run through your head as he continues his abuse. Pain and suffering, blood and tears are things you have gotten used to.

It’s an hour later when he stops, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stares down at you in disgust. You look at him weakly and in pain. You're almost positive you need medical attention, but you say nothing.

“Cheating whore,” he spits. With one final look, he’s gone. The sound of the kick in the bathroom door clicking, only making more tears pool in your eyes.

What has my life come to? When did it get this bad? How did I let it get this bad?

The bathroom floor was ice cold, even with a towel laid underneath you, you were still freezing. You know he bumped the temperature down, torturing you even when he wasn’t at home. You twirled the card between your fingers. His name sticking out along with his number.

Deceive Hay Halstead.

You remember fourteen year old you, rushing into your brothers room where he and Jay were playing video games. You remember how excited you were when you told the both of them you got the lead role in your dance group.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jay had exclaimed.

You wondered if he would be proud of you now.

Would he?

There’s so much history between you and Jay, a lot of things your brother never knew about, and now he never will.

It’s been days since you saw him. You can still see his smile and his perfect white teeth as he spoke to you. You can still feel his body against yours from that day he had you against the wall.

You should’ve told him. You're filled with regret. He could’ve helped you get out.

I wouldn’t be in this stupid bathroom if I had agreed to let him help me.

You could’ve called him the day he made you quit your job. You could’ve driven off, anywhere. Somewhere, where Kade couldn’t find you.

Yet, here you are. You have a few - a lot - new bruises that have replaced the old ones. There’s still a harsh pain in your chest and your stomach from not having eaten in days. You know it’s been at least a week.

He comes and goes. Sometimes you can hear giggles pass down the hallway to your shared bedroom. Then…you can hear him pleasing other women in your bed. The ones he would love you on, on good days.

But no…he is with other women while the woman he should be with is withering away down the hall.

You didn’t scream, you should’ve. You know that now. You were scared he would kill you or those girls. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something happened to them because of you and your stupidity.

So you sucked it up.

It’s been two weeks. Yesterday had to be one of the worst days. You recall the rage burning like fire in his eyes. He was angry, more than usual. Something must’ve happened. Either way, there’s no excuse for what he did.

The cuts along your back sting like hell. You begged him to stop, and it was a mistake. You should’ve let him beat you till it was out of his system for the night. If it’s even possible, he got angrier. He threw you into the bathroom counter, your back crashing into the mirror, causing it to shatter agains you. Your thigh had hit the faucet, creating a huge bruise on the back of it, but nothing hurt worse than the pain in your heart.

“Pathetic slut,” he snapped before walking out, locking the door behind him.

You sit on the floor only a day later, staring at yourself through the glossy flooring. A large shard of glass sat next to you, your eyes wander to it ever so often. It tempts you. Taunts you like a clear voice in your head.

“Do it.” It would say.

Then you would hear the sound of his voice. Familiar, warm, and inviting. Your heart aches. You miss him.

You can see him at the elevator, waiting for it to open while he looks at you.

“You’re strong. Remember that.”

You wonder why you pushed him away. Why you don’t let yourself trust the one man, that still lives, that would never hurt you.

A sob racks through your body as you pick up the large piece of the mirror and throw it across the room. An aggravated scream leaves you as you stand up with trembling legs.

How could I let this happen? Why didn’t I ask for help? The abuse has gone on for three years.

Your throughts were only “why” and “what if’s.”

He’s taken everything from you. Ripped you from your friends, your old life. You didn’t even notice at the time. You just needed someone. You followed him blindly. He told you you only needed him. Nothing - no one else.

I lost myself trying to please him.

You decided you're done letting him win. You're done letting him control your life. Your choices were dying here in this bathroom helplessly, or die trying to get out. You chose the latter.

You searched around the room in a haste, looking for anything to break the doorknob off. Your eyes trained on the top of the toilet. You take it off, arms falling at the weight. You are weak from the two weeks with no food, but you still find it in yourself to raise it over your head and lm it down in the knob.

You weren’t sure the exact time, but Kade would be home soon. So you knew you had to hurry

One hit didn’t seem to do it, so you raise it again and with a grunt, you use all your strength to slam it back down again. Your mouth falls open in surprise when the knob falls to the floor with a loud clanking noise.

It took you a moment, but you dropped the lid and rushed out of the bathroom. You made your way to the home phone, picking it up with shaky hands.

You're hit with a wave of dizziness, but you still dial the number you now know by heart. You were filled with hope when he answered after a couple of rings.

“Halstead.”

“JJ?”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a second, but soon he repeats your name.

“I want out. P-Please help me,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you pathetically spike.

“Address. I need an address.”

The sound of the front door unlocking catches your attention. Your body goes ridged, frozen in place.

Jay repeats your name a couple of times.

“No. No,” you mutter as you begin to back away.

“Hey! What’s going on? I need an address, sweetheart.”

You somehow manage to tell him the address with a, “please hurry,” at the end. You hang up, throwing the phone to the side. You're filled with dread as Kade stumbles into the room, pulling at his tie. You're starting to regret what you just did.

Kade narrows his eyes, ripping his tie from his neck.

“How the hell did you get out?”

He stalks towards you, and although your first instinct is to run, you stay put. You're done taking the abuse.

“I’m done, Kade. We’re done.” You stand your ground, head held high and a new found confidence in your words. He laughs. It’s evil and sickening.

“We’re done? I say when we’re done!” He exclaims, his hand rising and connecting with your face before you had the chance to move. You fall to the floor from the power of the slap. Although you act confident and strong, you're weak. Two weeks without food would be the cause. It didn’t help that you were still in pain from the most recent beating.

You let out a cry as he pulls your hair back with a huff. “When will you learn?” He asked, pulling your head back so you were facing him.

“You look pathetic,” he laughs. You're slapped in the face once more before being dragged towards the kitchen by your throat. You grabbed at him, your instincts kicking in.

“God, your stupid,” he spat, shoving you into the table. Your eyes widen as you feel your skirt, the same one you’ve worn for two weeks now, being pulled around your hips. You felt hopeless now. You only hoped Jay would be here soon.

“At least you're good for something.” You heard him mutter before the sound of his zipper being undone filled your ears. You clamped your legs together and attempted to move, but it was no use. He overpowered you easily. You cried softly as he moved closer and held you down with a deadly grip on your bruised and cut back.

There’s a knock on the door that paused Kade’s actions. He hissed and pulled away, fixing himself.

“Who the hell did you call? Did you call someone?”

The look of fury in his eyes was enough to have you cowering in fear. A scream rips from your throat as he grabs you by your hair again.

“CPD! Open up!” You heard his familiar voice. The same voice you heard as you laid on the bathroom floor.

Kade’s grip on you tightens. “I’m going to kill you, you little bitch.”

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A/N: Small cliffhanger? Yep. Chapter 3 should be out Tusedsy! If you want added to the Saviors taglist let me know!

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[evacado3]

Manipulator

One-shot Though I can't really say it's Yujinxreader

80% talking 20% plot 100% toxic

Word count: 770

Thoughts circled your head while laying on the bed, there wasn't a day passed by without thinking of him, and the life you chose to give up. You could say you might have been a little depressed after that, but it's been a year, almost time to move on.

The doorbell rang loudly, alerting you of some uninvited guests, "At this hour? It's 12am." you let an irritated sigh, moving out of the comfortable position you finally found.

Swinging open the door, you were ready to yell at whoever dared to visit this late.

"HEY WHA- Yujin?"

"Hey y/n, missed me?" he smiled, the two men following behind him were too familiar for your liking.

"You... Why, what are you doing here. Why would you bring those two, came here to kill me?" you snickered. Both of you knew that could never happen, you were more useful than them combined.

"Well well, I was expecting more of a warm welcome from our ex-informer. How's life after retiring?" that was a sarcastic low blow, especially when he knew the reason why you quitted.

Talking to him even after a year gave you immense pressure, your stomach was churning, and your face is basically red.

"That was low, say why bother coming this late."

"Would you mind if we let ourselves in first?"

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The air felt heavy where the four of you sat down, the larger man took out a vintage-looking wine bottle and a case that contained two glasses.

"I'm not drinking your poisoned shit." you deadpanned, there's no way anyone would risk playing games with Yujin.

He poured you some of the dark liquid anyways, returning to his seat after placing a notorious golden badge next to the glass.

"Yujin I-"

"Come back y/n, we need you." he leans forward with his elbows on the table, "Workers are facing a problem with the lack of evidence provided, only you could help."

"I'm retired ok, I'm sick of that environment. What I wanted while creating Workers hasn't shown in any of the affiliates and you used my information to kill people Yujin, murder." You emphasized the last word. That wasn't easy to let out, it's not easy saying 'no' to the person you love.

He chuckled before continuing, "But the talent's still there, and you didn't think I came empty-handed right?" Yujin signaled the other man, to which he responded by pulling out a black suitcase. "One billion won y/n, is that enough to hook you back?"

Your eyes widened, not in amusement. Does he think I could be bought with money? He thinks I'm that kind of person? Sure you had put on a facade to mask your feeling, projecting them onto the riches instead. But honestly, you wished he'd see more than that, into your real desires.

"You can make millions y/n, haven't you always been about money?" he convinced, and you didn't doubt him. Workers have gotten big now you've withdrawn from the business, the amount you could make just by agreeing with his offer is something some people may never earn.

"Yujin..." you stared down to your thighs. The thought of returning back to his side sounds too good to be true, but will he again ignore your ambitions? You knew Yujin doesn't play by the rules, the company has gotten big because of this. Though there's no way you could stop him, you're were, and will always be his stepping stone.

"Come back to me y/n, there are no cons to this proposal." he used a serious voice, is he sincere in asking for me?

Rejections are hard, you've always wondered how Yujin makes it look so easy. So you could only nod, the courage you build up to quit was broken down by his one request.

He openly smirked towards the other two men, giving them a small thumbs up to them under the table.

So, when is he going to stop using your love against you?

When is he gonna realize your attention has always been on him and not the money? That if there's anything he wanted, you'd climb more than mountains just to achieve it. And that if only he'd take your love seriously, you'd be his slave.

So why is he still using this toxic method, still manipulating your feelings?

"It's late, do you wanna stay her-"

"No, I'm leaving."

No hesitation in his harsh words. He gave you a genuine-looking smile, though it doesn't even reach his eyes, "I love you." he lied.

"I love you too." you answered, but with all the truth that laid in your heart.

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I'm getting no requests lmao so I'm working on my own ones, I'm was going to post a Jake one-shot but somehow did this first…

Can’t tell me Yujin isn’t toxic

And I guess I kinda got this idea from my oc's background

[mysterystarz]

kairosclerosis:

summary: oikawa knew that he was happy, so then why was it so difficult to preserve that feeling?

pairing: oikawa tooru x g!n reader

word count: 1.4k

genres + themes: reverse comfort, angst

warnings: a lot of oikawa's inner thoughts, mentions of self-doubt

a/n: so this was a very self-indulgent fic (inspired a lot by this word and perfectly wrong by shawn mendes) and kind of encompasses a lot of feelings that i've been experiencing sometimes, but i feel like this was one of the things i've written that i'm kind of happy about ! i hope you enjoy this <3

Happiness was a feeling that was always difficult for Oikawa to identify. There were moments in which he could confidently taste the sensation on his tongue, a golden sort of taste that brightened his soul from the inside out, but other times, it was almost indecipherable to the other emotions that he seemed to find.

Why was it so complicated?

He often found himself sitting late at night, wondering how, if anything, people seemed to find glory in every glance, while he had to spread himself thin just to catch a glimpse. It was a question that drove him in circles in some of his lonelier moments, a constant reminder to the way he could never find the same sort of...fulfillment as others did.

It was something that bothered him with his late night practices, serving ball after ball across the gym, until the burning in his muscles was enough to drown out the feelings of inferiority he seemed to feel.

Happiness was as good as an illusion. To Oikawa, the feeling was far too short lived, far too fleeting to even be considered as a reality.

The day he discovered what happiness could be, was the day he met you.

It had been a normal day by all standards, the sunshine casting it’s glow delicately onto the buildings and the numerous sakura trees that lined the entrances of Aoba Johsai. It was a lovely spring day, one with the type of breeze that struck a freshness into everyone’s hearts, as well as their minds.

He liked these types of days for the simple pleasures he could indulge in. Eating his milk bread, he could pretend for a small moment that he was just another highschool boy, somebody who could make fun of Iwa-chan while being made fun of by Makki and Mattsun. He didn’t need to shoulder the expectations of the world, but he could still reach for the stars, and even hold one in his hands. It was why these days brought a rare sort of feeling, and it was why he managed to treasure them when they came around.

It had been on one of these days where you had strolled into the gym during practice, a concentrated, yet polite look on your face as you handed their coach your manager application, a gentle smile on your features when it had been accepted. You had done your job as manager to perfection, and he felt the morale of his team increase with every praise you sent in their direction.

Never him though.

He knew his sets weren’t as accurate as Kageyama’s, but they were still consistently improving. He didn’t expect praise from anyone, and yet found himself doubting his abilities when your calculated eyes didn’t make a comment on them. It was a neutrality of sorts. You never wrote it as a point of improvement, yet never complimented them.

Did that mean he was average?

The darkness enveloped his surroundings as he served again, his knee straining uncomfortably. He had been in the gym for hours now, doing anything, to get his mind off the precedent of facing Shiratorizawa the next day. It was a thought that nagged at him.

What if he wasn’t good enough?

Oikawa was supposed to be happy. He was happy for sure. His team had won the earlier matches, and cheers of their school name and the sight of his school colors was enough to send a wave of warmth and pride straight to his chest.

The way he felt defeating Tobio was one he savored continuously, the very thought of him beating one of his own demons fueling his morale incredibly.

So then why was it that he felt this way still?

Ah. No matter how many victories he held in his pocket, he could still never shake the way he always managed to lose somewhere else. He won against Tobio due to skill and observation. Was that really him and his team? Or was it just the circumstances?

A final serve over the net had him kneeling down, a million thoughts enveloping him at once.

Happiness wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

He wasn’t even sure what it was supposed to feel like. All he knew was the way he picked apart the scenarios, wishing time after time that the feeling would linger long enough. Call him goal oriented, but surely his ambition would allow him to truly appreciate the way something seemingly light hearted and accomplished would be like.

“Oikawa. Are you okay?”

He suddenly looked up, only to find your concerned face across the gym. You jogged over to him, water bottle in hand as you examined his position. He was on the floor now...somehow.

When had he fallen over?

“I’m alright Y/N-chan.” He smiled charmingly, “What brings you here now?”

“You’re lying,” you sighed, tossing him the water bottle. “Drink this, and then try that sentence again.”

He hesitantly took a sip of the water, feeling it soothe his insides until suddenly, he had downed the whole bottle itself. A glance in your direction saw him identifying a knowing look in your eyes as you smiled back at him, almost gently.

“You have to rest before the game tomorrow you know,” you chuckled, joining him onto the floor. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Why are you here?” Was what he asked instead, watching the way your expression never changed. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”

“Iwaizumi-kun told me something like this could happen,” you admitted, “I hoped I wouldn’t find you here, but here we are.”

He found himself brightening slightly at the thought. He knew that Iwaizumii cared. Behind the gruff and tough persona he put on, he cared deeply for everyone he was close to, always worrying for their well being and putting all of himself into ensuring that.

He must have told you about all the past times he’s been in situations like these.

But then why was it you that came? You were one of the smartest students in their class, and even despite that, you somehow made time to juggle all your other obligations.

He was important....to you?

“I’m here because I care about you Tooru,” you said, hesitantly ghosting your fingers over his cheekbones. “Please, don’t internalize what you’re feeling. I’ll provide you answers to anything you ask me, but please, just speak your thoughts. They’ve been troubling you, and that troubles me to know that.”

“What does it take to feel content, Y/N?” He questioned, feeling his confidence spike momentarily. “What is contentness when there’s always something new to climb for?”

“It’s where you can look at your achievements and feel like you’ve done something worthwhile.” You smiled, “But there’s something deeper than that. What makes you overwork yourself when you’re one of the best?”

“I’ve never been good enough to get completely to the top!” He groaned. “There’s always been obstacles and a victory...it makes me happy but it never lasts! Why can’t it last?”

“Hey,” you said, leaning slightly closer, “Maybe it’s because you never believe that you deserve the happiness you feel. I think you deserve this and a whole lot more you know.”

He turned his head upwards to meet your eyes, reassuring and genuine at his predicament. Perhaps what you had said had some truth to it.

Yet he still felt something weighing him down.

“I just want to feel on top of the world for real one day,” he admitted, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Yet anytime I try to, it always just disappears. I’m practicing so maybe we have a chance at winning tomorrow. I’ve tried so hard, but somehow the talent always beats that.”

“Tooru…it’s alright to let it out you know.” You placed a hand gently on top of his, a hesitant act that he found quite endearing. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Always do,” he mumbled, “And I feel pathetic for it. Y/N-chan, is there something wrong with me?”

“No way!” You argued, the passion ever so present in your eyes. “You devote all of yourself to this. You are worthy of all good things. I swear it.”

“I can’t bring myself to feel that though.” There seemed to be a tension building up into his chest and his eyes.

“Your team believes it. All of your fans too.”

He met your eyes again, watching your breathing slow. “What?”

“They believe you deserve the world.” you affirmed, your mouth set into a straight line of seriousness. “And I think you do too.”

Underneath the dimmed lights of the gym, your hand a gentle anchor atop his own, Oikawa finally broke down.

Perhaps happiness was the feeling of being loved.

He realized that as long as you were beside him, that feeling would never fade.

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The House: Chapter 1

Pairing: Antisepticeye x Female Reader

(Note: Please, feel free to repost, like, and share this story around as well. This work is based on "You, and the House," a solo journaling roleplaying game on itch.io. Unfortunately, I don't know the creator's name, but credit for the concept goes to them. If you would like to play this roleplaying game for yourself, feel free to comment and I'll send you a link to the game's page. I will also specify which tarot deck I used for the entirety of this work and post pictures of the cards drawn. Now, with that out of the way, enjoy. ❤)

The tarot deck I used to craft this story into being is "The Tarot of Vampyres" by Ian Daniels.

Content Warning: Mention of being unable to have children, slight NSFW implications

You've been looking for a new home to call your own, and by luck - or perhaps a twist of fate - you have found the perfect place on the market.

In what seems an incredibly short amount of time, the sale closes and you have the keys to your first home.

What should be a wonderful experience turns strange as you realize that you, and anyone you choose to bring with you, are not alone in this new place.

You're certain the home you've moved into is haunted.

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What does the house look like?

The house is painted a dusty lavender with grid style windows all around, even surrounding the door. The door is painted a dark chocolate color which could almost be mistaken for black. The same chocolate color surrounds all the grid windows. There is a section of the wall underneath the roof that's striped with the dark chocolate and dusty lavender. The same striped pattern is also under the roof on the opposite wall which is also sectioned as to not fully take away that beautiful lavender exterior. The stairs are also intriguing because they're patterned marble - a dusty rose and dusty baby pink equaling three steps. You can also climb the steps from the left side but not the right because of the shrubbery. There are a variety of plants along the front of the house, even a little flower bush. It's a simple house; it's design may look erratic on the outside but I think that's what drew me to this house above all the others I looked at.

What is the building's history?

The previous owners - a loving couple - left because they had some strange occurrences inside the house, at least from what the next door neighbors have said. I'm sure the shadows from the trees just spooked them and the branches just scraped at the windows.

The couple didn't stay here long because there's no indentation from any of their furniture on the carpets. I have a feeling this cute, simple house has a past much deeper than just the previous couple. Has any of the other tenants previously experienced similar sightings when they lived in this house? The realtor didn't tell me much about the house's past either, like who else has lived here which I found to be strange. I'm not one to get scared that easily but this feeling of not knowing is giving me slight chills. The realtor was quick to leave after the transaction as well and the neighbors only said a quick hello before going back into their house.

What does the spirit want?

The spirit wants someone to talk to and someone to love them back; someone to stay in the house and not leave them.

Who are you?

My name is (Y/N) and I'm twenty-five years old. My hopes and dreams for this house are simple: I want to stay here for as long as I can while I work on my writing. I hope I can be here long enough to settle down with someone. I've always wanted a baby but when I tried in the past, it didn't turn out. I just thought it was me so I never tried again.

I decided to move to this house because I just wanted to get away and be alone. No one else came with me but my family was supportive in my decision. They know I need time for myself and they didn't really pry or dig for answers as to why I want this.

My pronouns are she and her. I also have short brown hair. Sometimes I wear my glasses but other times, I don't. My eyes are (E/C) and I wear leggings a lot more than I wear skirts. I never really wear skirts.

I also write in a journal. You may also call me a feminist in the sense that I personally believe all women have a right to their own body and to also stand up for themselves, but I don't hate all men. I have a stuffed cow named Mr. Moo as well.

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3 of Skulls

I was at my desk, getting ready to do some writing in my notebook. Then, my favorite pen moved slightly from where I'd originally placed it. Maybe I bumped it without knowing, but I couldn't have.

I tried my best to write - out of sight, out of mind. My laptop was open, sitting at the center of my desk. As I kept scribbling in my journal, I noticed at the corner of my eye that my laptop somehow woke itself from sleep mode. The screen flashed for a moment with a small static sound following. That sound didn't catch my attention too much, but the blank writing document did.

My paranoia started to set in but I did my best to ignore it. Sometimes my computer acts weird - it's old. At least that's what I tell myself. My attention went back to my journal. Suddenly, I had heard the keys of my keyboard clicking. I flung myself out of my chair, dropping my notebook and pen with a thud. I had waited to see if something else would happen, and that's when I saw it: there were words appearing on that writing document. They were hard to make out at first because the font started to glitch.

H̵̻̒e̴͉̞̬͉̓ľ̷̦̣͝l̶̮̈̉̈́ȏ̶̠̭̠̝͌̑.

My heart fell to my stomach, but I felt this urge to write back. So I did. The strange part? When I typed, my font didn't glitch.

Hi.

More writing appeared.

A̶̲̍́͛̈ͅw̷̜̱͠ẇ̷̜̲͖͔̎́,̴̡̪͓̗̄ ̵͚́ḥ̶̏͂o̸̻͖͎̰̽w̶̺͐ ̵̨͔̹̓̈́͒c̴̹͔̿̀̋͊͜ų̴̝͇́̈́͜t̴̝̫̟͂͠ȇ̵̼͗̕.̵̼̹̞̃ ̴̼̩̳͈͊̆̈̾Ṅ̶̮͗o̵̧͐ͅt̷̖̺̃̽̆̎ ̴͍̆m̵̡̖̤͂̕ŭ̷̝̝c̸̛̳̭̱͈̅h̷̛̺͇͖̖͒̔̀ ̴̰̤̈̈͝͝ơ̸̬f̷̢̣̏̋̀͗ͅ ̸̛͖̺̑̅͌à̸̡̨̮̃́͋ ̶̖̇̔͑͆t̵̯͇̙̽̀ͅa̸̱͛̄l̶̢̒͌ḳ̸̛̦͙̎̋ĕ̵͇̪r̸͚̫̾͋ ̷̞̟̦̇ẅ̷̖͔̰̖́h̷͖̪͍̃͛̿e̷͚̦̣͋͊̏͜ṋ̸̍͋ ̴̎̈́͊̕͜y̷̟̐̍͛͝o̴͇̯̔͌ṵ̵̟͉̐'̷̩̞̾̓̈́͊r̴̗̙̦̊̓̌͝e̶̳̜͚̔ ̶͓͌͛̈́͘s̶̡̹̦͛̋ͅc̴̳̮͑́a̷̼͙̔̉̓ͅr̶̠̼͑ḛ̵͕͖̅͋͝d̸̠̖́̍́̃.̶̞̬̖̃

My laptop screen glitched slightly and I could hear white noise when I went back to typing on the keyboard. As I began to write, the noise ceased.

I'm not really scared. I just never thought I'd already have a house guest the first day in my new house.

For a moment, I felt a cold touch on the back of my hand. I got startled, pulling my hand back in shock with a small gasp.

D̷̡̓͑͋i̵̙̙̊́͌͘d̵͔̙̽͗̿̈́ṇ̸͓̼͉̃͑̉'̸͖̗̮̰̊̚t̴̢̯̻̽ ̷̰͂̾m̵̺̤̹̾̓̕͜e̵̢̢̐̚a̵̘͓̣̣̓n̵̲͖̰̰̓ ̵̢̻̭̀̀ẗ̶͎̝͇̠́̔o̶͓̍̃ ̵̘̅̃̚s̶̨̗̹͆͐͗t̷͙̙̓ͅã̵̆̓̚ͅr̵̹̒̇ẗ̴̡̻́̎͝l̷̥̦̄̃ë̷͙̖́ ̷̝̓͝ŷ̵̺̭͠ͅo̴̬͖͗͐̓u̸̱͙͐,̵̳̂͛ ̵̡͑̋l̵̩̋o̷̦̗̗͋̿͝v̸͓̝͙͌͊ẽ̶͓̠.̴͉͈͂͛̑͗ ̷͉̈͒͑Ȋ̸̢͎̝͈̆ ̴̢̝̝͒j̵̻̿͋̒̍ụ̸̞̍s̵̪̲̃̚t̶̥̪̣̹͛̌̏̚ ̴̙̲̠̯͂̍͌ẅ̵̖̤́͌̐̕ȁ̷͓n̷̛̬t̸̩̩̜͛̓e̶̤̭̬̓̄̉̆d̶̜̟͎̋ ̵̪̳̱̫̽̽͘t̶̜̜͇̘͒͝ő̸̡͠ ̷͔͈̣̮́̃̓̕s̸̡̰̜͗͗͌̚e̸͉̒̀̍͜e̴̲̦̫̔͛̎͝ͅ ̵̬̬̅ḯ̶́̎ͅf̷̢̙͓̊͗̈́͝ ̶̮͔̼͑I̷̬̐̔ ̴̘͉͚͆̔̀c̵̛̳̱̤̰͌͗ȯ̶̜͌̄̚͜u̷͉̾́̍l̶̳̓ḑ̶̊̆̍ ̵͙́̑̄t̵̘̠̥̦̐͛̋o̸̝͚̩̪̽̾̉͠ü̶̫̼c̵̝̀͒h̴̹̤̯͚̆ ̴̘͌̀y̶͍̯̱̰̓́̽̅ȏ̵͙̖̋͒͑u̵̘͉̟̝̍́.̶̦̹̓͗

A soft blush began to form on my cheeks as I went back to typing to the disembodied spirit.

It's okay. It was just... unexpected.

My screen glitched again as I felt a soft breath against my shoulder. It felt like they were right behind me, even though what was behind me was nothing.

Ȉ̵̻̘'̶̡͠m̵̬̝̩͐͐̉͝ ̸̣̈́a̵̻͋l̵̰̪͈̅l̸͎̋ ̸̱̥͌ǎ̸̠͇b̸̦̜̑ò̶̟̖͆́ų̶̡̩̓͛t̴̜̼͊̽̀̕ ̷͈̙͕̈́͘u̸̪͛̄͐̏ǹ̶̞̗͋̋ë̵̡̛̼̬́͒x̵̘̳̓̓p̴̳̞̬̐̔́̈́e̵͎̩͗͋̂͘č̶̩͍̲̟t̸͉̣̍͂̋̚è̴̗̀d̴̯̩̒̾̎̕,̸͔͉͙̂͆̈́͘͜ ̸̹̳̤̃̍͐͛ͅd̵̼̝̞̮̂̚ȃ̵̧̦̟͉̾̄͘r̸͍̳̦̓l̶̫̝̳͂̂̚ͅi̸̢̧̩̇̕͝n̵͔̂g̸͙̦̠̟͒́̂͝.̸̪͎͇̒

Then, an epiphany struck me, so I wrote to them once more.

Are you a male spirit?

Y̴̧͖͊͌̏͘ͅo̴̡̳͋̌̆̉u̸̟̎'̸̰͉̓̒̇l̴̝̗̩̓̕l̵̩̓͋ ̷̨̠͗͆̕j̷̣̺̘͂̀͝ǔ̵͖̻̯̘ŝ̴̱̩͠t̵̡͗ ̶̛̜́̀h̴͚͐̑͘̕ä̸̡͍͍́̀͘v̴̨̖͇̞̉̓e̶͙̐̀̚ ̷́͝ͅt̴̝̓̅o̸͎̻̣͐̓͂͘ ̴̺̂̔w̸͚͇̪̐̐ͅă̷͎̠̐̍͠ȋ̵̹t̸̹̣̼̣̔͝ ̵͖̥͒̔̉̍ą̶̩̖͇͒ņ̵̬̔̋ď̵̺̍ ̷͉͔̒́̈͂ş̷͙͔̔̏͐̃e̵̪͇̫͊̇͛́è̵̝̤.̸̠̣̦͔̓͘

After that statement, my screen glitched a couple more times until it shut off completely. Prior to it shutting off, though, the glitching and static made it look like a face was inside the screen. I couldn't get a good enough look to see what the spirit looked like. Maybe it just shows that I need sleep, and all of this is actually crazy. But some part of me actually likes this spirit and wants to see them again. Or maybe that's the sleep deprivation talking. I know: crazy.

[voxmortuus]

Silly Crush | Chapter 5 - First Fight

Stu Macher x F!Reader

Scream (Movie) FanFic

TW: Language | Angst This is your first fight with Stu | Fluff | Smut

Chapter 1 Silly Crush | Chapter 2 Movie Date | Chapter 3 Dinner Date | Chapter 4 Joy Ride

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After your night with Sidney you had gone home, not seeing Stu for a few days, he had called you, you talked, but there was something Sidney had said that really hurt, it kind of hit hard and you trusted her, she would never steer you wrong. Stu had invited you out for a drive. You had agreed, as long as it was just a drive and no one else was involved. He had agreed, promised even. With some reserve about it, you agree to the promise. Sitting on the edge of your bed you look out the window and let out a heavy breath. Your stomach hurt, and you hoped it was just some sort of accusation, like a game of telephone, just the ending message was all twisted. The thing is, what you were told you didn't honestly surprisingly have a problem with, it was the fact that he never told you about it.

Your mom calls up. "Stu's here honey."

"Okay mom, thanks!" You respond looking out the window you notice that it was just him. Letting out a small breath you grab your jacket and head down the stairs.

"Have fun, Honey. I'm pulling a double shift so I won't be home until tomorrow night." Your mom calls out to you.

"Thanks, Mom." You give a faux smile and head out the door. Getting in the vehicle you look at Stu and then look out the window.

"What's wrong?" He asks you, genuinely worried.

You close your eyes and look at Stu. "Why didn't you tell me about the bad things you do Stu?" you ask him.

He furrows his brow. "What bad things?" He asks.

"Well word has it you're involved in some really bad dark shit Stu, like you were involved with a few murders? The fuck is that?" you state.

Stu lets out a chuckle. "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

"I would ne--" You stop him.

"Stu, it all makes sense, your late nights with Billy, you vanishing at times, your coincidence in times with when bad things have happened. I'm not mad that you're doing them. I'm mad that you didn't come to me." You tell him.

Stu stays quiet, not quite sure how to process this. He goes to your favorite spot. You keep quiet, fidgeting with the fabric of your jeans, the rip in the thigh, the loose strings, rolling them between your fingers. You lean your head against the window, the rain starting to pick up. He pulls into the abandoned lot and shuts off the car and looks at you.

"You assume." He states.

"Yes, I assume, and it adds up. I'm not blind Stu." you retort.

"If I was doing bad things do you really think I would want to expose that? I'm not stupid!" He kind of snaps.

"I never said you were stupid Stu, don't snap at me." you let out a low growl and get out of the car and go sit on the hood of the car. You look down at your boots as they start getting wet from the rain, your jeans speckled, turning darker black, your jacket sounding with the pitter-pat of the rain. He gets out of the car.

"Don't do that!" He yells.

"Do what?!" You yell back standing up looking over at him.

"Get out! Walk away!" He stated. "You didn't talk to me for a whole week! Don't treat me like I've done wrong! I haven't wronged you Y/N! I never would!" He adds.

"Then be honest with me!" You demand. You're to the point of tears.

"I am being honest!" He snapped.

"Take me home Stu. If you're not going to be honest with me than this just isn't going to work out." you tell him, your jaw clenched. But he refuses to get in the car, shaking his head.

"No." He stated.

"Then I'm walking." You state it wouldn't be the first time you've walked it. You start to walk past him and he growls as you pass.

"Stop!" He demands but you keep walking. You weren't going to tolerate the lies. He looks at you as you walk away, watching your hips sway. He growls at himself again shaking his head. "I've killed 3 people. I liked it, I liked it a lot. There! Now you know the truth."

You stop walking and let out a soft breath. Looking down you turn around and look at Stu. "Why didn't you tell me?!" You demand the answer.

"I was afraid. I was scared you wouldn't love me anymore! I was afraid you'd go to the police, and chances are you will." He starts walking to you. "I was afraid to lose you, I love you. I don't want to lose you. You're the only one who seems to truly understand me. You don't judge me... you don't question me." He states as he approaches you cupping your face. "I love you Y/N, losing you would break me." He tells you.

Looking over his face you start to cry, and here's the kicker, you don't know why, you're angry because he lied to you, he wasn't honest and he didn't tell you from the beginning. You're hurt because he was scared, and you're madly in love and don't like the fact that he was afraid. You look at him. "I love you. I don't care what you've done, next time, take me with you." You tell him. "I'm not joking." You tell him.

Leaning down he kisses you deeply. You wrap your arms around him. "My mom's not home. Let's go back to my place, she won't be there until tomorrow night." You tell him.

He takes your hand and brings you back to the car, both of you soaking wet. He drives back. By the time you arrive at your house, your mother is gone. She left you a note with 50 on the fridge telling you that she loves you to order out that she won't be home for a few days because of having something to do at the hospital but she will try and stop home tomorrow night to check on you. You and Stu kick off your boots leaving them at the door.

You take Stu's hand and bring him to your room and he looks at you and then looks at the blue dog and the goldfish and smiles. Leaning in he kisses you deeply picking you up he places you on the bed and climbs on top of you kissing you more. You flip him over and straddle him taking your shirt off. His hands move up your sides, over your curves as he undoes your pants. Looking over your face he smiles. "You're so beautiful." He smiles.

You smile back looking at him. "Shut up." You chuckle as he grabs at you and turns you over back on your back and takes off your pants and slides off your panties disrobing himself he climbs on top of you and looks over your face. You reach into your top drawer and hand him a rubber. Smirking he unwraps it slipping it on before he climbs back on top of you and leans in teasing you with the tip before he gives you a soft thrust and kisses you. Moaning into his mouth you let out a soft gasp aching into him slightly your hips meeting his. Though it doesn't take long before you are on top of him riding him.

The grunts, groans, moans, and smells all hit you not holding back your hips move and buck like riding a bull and your nails dig into his chest as you hit you peek. "Come on my cock baby, come on." He beckons you. Without any hesitation, you slam your hips down and let out a heavy moan and you keep going, waiting for him to finish, only to finish again.

After a few hours and a couple rounds, you look at him and smile. "Pizza and movies?" You ask him. Nodding his head.

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. Maybe we'll talk about the next victim..." He smirks.

Nodding your head. "Okay." You grin and wrap in your top sheet and head downstairs to call in dinner.

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