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txssvx · 21 hours
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𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗
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ghost face m. sturniolo x ghost face fem!reader
summary: Killing is fun when it comes to a little action after it…right?
warnings: dom!matt, smut, angst, swearing, blood, spanking, p in v, oral sex (fem!receiving), paraphilia, fingering, degrading kink, pet names, use of y/n, hair pulling, choking kink, edging, unprotected sex (do not).
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You were running down the streets, your vision blurry by the fabric covering the mask you were wearing, feeling the cold breeze of the night hitting your entire body. A stinging sensation on your feet every time they stomped on the hard ground. Police sirens were encircling in the background, making the situation worse.
You thought that this was it, this is how the police would catch you, after months of doing this, this would be the moment that you were so afraid to come.
You made a turn on the right, a downtown neighborhood emerging on sight just a few miles away from you. This was a great sign for you, relief filling your body. You’re finally getting closer to your home, the police sirens getting quieter and quieter every step you take to get there.
You took your mask off and felt the cold breeze hitting your face, the strands of hair sticking on the sides of your sweaty face, and the numbness in your feet getting worse and worse with each step you took. The knife in your hand trying to slip off it.
Climbing through the cold metal ladder that you left against your room window makes you feel tingling sensations on the palm of your hands.
Finally, home sweet home, the police sirens stopped and the sun was rising from the sky. The mask that used to cover your face a few hours ago lying down on your desk with your knife beside it, stains of dried blood on both things.
Your neck also had a few stains of blood, you sat down at your desk, looking at yourself in the mirror using wipes to try and wipe off the blood on you. Until a sound made you jump up off your chair, taking the knife with you.
As you got closer and closer to where the sound was coming from, it became louder, big stomps on the ladder that you climbed just a few seconds ago.
A tall silhouette sitting on the edge of your window with the same disguise that you had, their big veiny hands gripping it to take it off, revealing their face.
It was Matt, your boyfriend.
You sighed out of relief, tossing the knife on the floor as Matt got inside your room, the blue hour making an aureole around his silhouette. “You fucking scared me, Matt!” to which he replied with a chuckle, getting closer to you.
“What? It’s not like I’m a serial killer or something.” The both of you began to laugh at the statement.
He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, “We almost got caught tonight.” He states, pulling a strand of hair out of your face, and checking it. The blood that covered his neck and a bit of his face was still fresh.
“Well, at least we got time to hide the evidence, didn't we?” Your lips now graze against his, making him bite your lower lip delicately. “Yes, we did.”
He pushed you down into your bed and began to kiss you around the neck, collarbone, and then lips, meeting them in a hungry kiss. His hands roam all over your body.
You lifted his shirt in a signal for him to take it off, a chain hitting your chin delicately, he then removed your dress revealing a crimson-red lingerie set on you, admiring the sight of your body lying down made him fuel his desire even more.
He shook his head a bit and smirked, “You little whore.” He crawled on top of you, spreading your legs wide open, fluttering kisses all over the exposed skin, shivers sending down your spine.
Wet kisses on your lower stomach until he got to your panties, biting the waistband as his eyes stared at yours. He looked like a lion ready to devour his prey.
Your breath was hitched, waiting impatiently for the bit of friction of his touch on you, your hips bucking up, provoking Matt to push them back on the mattress and pin them against it. “Please…” you plead.
“Please what?” He asks, removing your panties painfully slow, your toes curling a little at the smallest contact that he was giving you.
Words could barely let out of your mouth, you just needed him, you needed his touch and love for just a minute. “Touch me.” You breathed out, a dark chuckle coming from him as a response.
“You would like that, hm?.” His lips grazed on your wet cunt, shivers were sent down your spine by the action. “Y-yes.” You whine.
Matt twirled his tongue painfully slow in your wet folds, quiet moans coming out from you as he did so. His tongue was now playing on your sensitive bud, your back arching by the action, whimpers coming out from you and your hand now reaching for the back of his head. Entangling your fingers with a few locks of hair.
The way this man was driving you to the edge with his tongue was making you go insane, your grip on his hair got tighter each time his tongue swirled in your heat.
His groans vibrate through your entire body each time your grip tightens on his hair. His tongue switched from your sensitive nub to your entrance, teasing the tip of his top around it. “Please…please,” You muttered through gritted teeth. Matt finally gave you what you needed the most as a response.
Feeling his tongue thrusting in and out of you pushed you to the edge, sensing the ecstasy gain control over your entire body, letting out the loudest moans you've ever had in a while. The grip on the handful locks of hair loosens up to reach for the spot on the mattress next to you, your hands gripping the silk bedsheets, your knuckles turning white as you feel his tongue swirling in circles inside you.
“F-fuck!” You whined out, bucking your hips up so you could seek more contact with his tongue, Matt pining them back to against the mattress. He pulls away from your wet cunt to look at you, his free hand now gripping your jaw to look at him. “Do that one more time, Y/N and I swear to God I’ll fucking stop.” His tone was harsh.
You nodded desperately, needing him more than anything. Instead, he just stands up, looking down at you, his hand that was attached to your jaw now resting on his side looking down at you. He had the exact look in his eyes that you noticed just a few minutes ago.
That’s when all of a sudden you were now lying on your stomach on all fours, feeling the anxiousness and the need to feel your orgasm once again causing you to whine. A smack on your ass makes you squeal. “Look at you, being a whiny bitch for me.” He said, smacking your ass once more, gripping it afterward. “You like that, huh?” He asks a husky tone showing up in his voice.
You nodded, feeling his hand now gripping your hair and pulling your head as up as it could go, he leaned to whisper in your ear, “Words, use fucking words.”
“Y-yes, I l-like that.” You breathed out, Matt returning to his initial position, his grip on your hair never leaving. “Maybe this will teach you to use that little mouth of yours,” His fingers tease at your entrance, whines coming out from you as you feel his fingers now pumping in and out of you.
“O-oh, m-my God.” You cry out, tears forming in your eyes as his fingers keep hitting the right spot inside you, feeling the knot forming once again in your stomach. “I-I’m s-so c-close.” You muttered, feeling your walls clenching slightly.
“Fucking hold it,” Matt demands through gritted teeth as his fingers now were holding a new pace, causing you to hold onto the mattress, tears now streaming down your face. “I c-can’t.” You blurt, feeling your release closer and closer each time his fingers dug deep inside you. “Y/N, don’t you fucking dare.” He warns.
You shake your head as you feel your walls clenching around his fingers, your juices sprawled all over the bed and Matt’s fingers. He takes them out, a soft popping sound as he does so. “I’m sorry,” You said.
Smack.
“What the fuck did I just tell you? Hm?” He replied.
Smack.
You squeal, feeling the stinging sensation each time he spanked you. “I’m sorry.” You repeated.
“You've been behaving so badly tonight.” His lips made a tsk sound while walked around the room, picking up his knife, the floor now covered in a few stains of fresh blood. “Maybe…a little punishment will show you how to be a good girl.”
Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the cold blade against your skin, feeling the blood that covered it painting your back slightly, causing you to quiver at the chilling sensation. Tossing the knife somewhere on the floor.
His thumb is now on your mouth, savoring the salty iron flavor in your mouth, making you whine a bit. “Clean it off.” He demands.
You swirl your tongue around his thumb tasting the red liquid as if it were your last meal ever, not wasting a single drop of it. A popping sound when you finished cleaning out the blood around his thumb, licking your lips slightly as you chuckled. “Good girl,” Matt says.
All of a sudden you felt his cock deep inside you, forceful thrusts as one of his hands snakes to grip softly on your throat and the other one gripped your hip. You let out small groans, driving deep into your core with each stroke. His dick hammering deep inside you, hitting your g-spot each time he did so.
The tears were back again, the overstimulation making you feel weak, as you let out pornographic moans each time Matt picked up a harder pace at you. You whispered a few praises each time you felt closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.
“You like that, don’t you? You fucking slut.” Another smack on your ass, your breathing getting hitched by his continuous motion.
Another harsh slap on your ass, the stinging sensation back again, and a red mark now forming where Matt had been slapping on. “Fuck.” He groans, the sound of their bodies slamming echoing around the room, the blue hour on the sky was fading away now.
Your vision began to get foggy, panting sounds coming out from you as he slammed himself deeper and deeper inside you, reaching all the right spots. “M-matt.” You moan out repeatedly. Feeling the well-known knot forming once again. His grip on your throat gets tighter as a signal that he’s also close to his release. “You feel so fucking tight.” He breathed out, slamming harshly into you, his nails digging into your skin.
Your clench around his shaft, trembling by the pure ecstasy that you felt at that moment. Loud moans come out from you as your juices dripped out of you.
“F-fuck!” Matt whines as his hot cum fills you deep inside, his cock slipping out from you as a thin line of both of your juices trails around your entrance to his dick. The hold of his hand around your throat loosening slowly.
You let yourself fall on the mattress rolling to lie down on your back, huffing a little bit. Matt crawls to the spot next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.
“What about a good and long shower?” He asks softly, placing a small kiss on your forehead as he strokes your hair lightly.
You chuckled “Sounds good to me.”
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a/n: This was kinda short but I liked it!
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slashervoid · 2 days
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I WISH YOU WERE A BOY [bestfriend!ellie]
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(id love to credit whoever made this divider but irdk who did i’m sorry 😭😭)
warnings: (not proofread i wrote this in like 15 mins lol) ANGST ANGST ANGST, hints at religious trauma, religious parents, internalized homophobia if you squint
author’s note: i wrote this based off of a situationship i had 😭 def not projecting…… also y’all should totally listen to keep on loving you by cigarettes after sex (i listened to it while writing this so hopefully it’ll set the tone)
best friend!ellie who you met for the first time in your sophmore year of highschool. you had just transferred to a small all girls catholic high school in the outskirts of austin, texas having had just moved states. you were quiet and completely out of ellie’s extroverted vicinity of a personality. yet, they say opposites attract and you two were pulled together like magnets.
best friend!ellie who taught you the ropes of everything you knew. from your music taste down to the smallest complimentary accessories you infiltrated into your style. you were completely immersed with love for her that it nearly swallowed you whole. anyone you ever met would have to know her to truly understand you. y’all were just that close.
best friend!ellie who comforted you the first time you got your heart broken by some stupid boy you met at a football game. he began to pursue you and practically begged to take you out. “be ready at 7” he proposed with boyish charm and you couldn’t help but to be swooned, as any naïve teenage girl would. yet 8 rolled around the corner, and the only thing sweeping you off your feet was the feeling of rain droplets beating down on your hair and a pit of embarrassment that coiled in your stomach as you stood in a pretty white dress on the corner of a cafe. the only person to show up for you was ellie who was at your beck and call whenever you needed her.
best friend!ellie who sat with you in her car for nearly 30 minutes as the rain beat down on her windowsills. she wiped away at the mascara mixed tears on your cheek and an unfamiliar feeling began to unravel in your gut as she went on a rant about how perfect you were and how you didn’t need the guy whose name you couldn’t even seem to recall anymore.
best friend!ellie who was the only girl you realized made you feel this way and it scared you. you always knew you weren’t completely straight but this set everything in stone for you. yet, admitting it out loud was the last thing you wanted to do. it would only make the situation all the more real to you and you didn’t know how much of that you could handle.
best friend!ellie who made your stomach churn every single time she’d bring up another girl romantically in front of you. she’d ramble about some girl she was talking to and you couldn’t do anything but suck it up and pretend like you were happy for her but deep down you hated it. all of it. all you wanted to do was bury yourself in the grave you dug because you didn’t want to ruin anything between the two of you. ellie williams was the only person who had enough of you to completely tear you apart.
best friend!ellie who read your body language better than anyone else. your parents were spewing unsolicited comments about some taboo magazine about a same-sex couple one day while she was at your house. her head was rested atop your leg as you tried to drown out your parent’s conversation. your gaze fell on her and you smiled apologetically wanting to block out the rest of the world in that moment.
best friend!ellie who you smoked your first joint with as y’all snuck out of your parent’s house and to a nearby park across town. giggling and low eyed, y’all talked about the stupidest things as y’all shared a pair of cheap earbuds. the moon gleamed brighter than it usually did that night and cigarettes after sex blared through the earbuds lodged in your ears as you realize then you were in love with ellie williams.
best friend!ellie who laughed and asked why you were staring at her that way. “i wish you were a boy.” you said without thinking. maybe it was the way the light reflected off her freckled face or the way the drug coursed through your system, but the words slipped faster out your mouth before your brain could process them. her brows furrow and green eyes dance over you features searching for any type of emotion that emitted from your expression. “what?”
best friend!ellie who kept trying to get in touch with you ever since that night. you were relentlessly drowning yourself in shame and embarrassment. the remembrance of what you said made you feel foolish. but no amount shame can mask the guilt you felt every time you remembered the way ellie’s face fell as soon as you said what you did. you couldn’t say anything else after. all you did was brush it off and insist y’all go back home. the walk back was silent and tension brewed between the proximity of the two of you.
best friend!ellie who called you again at 11 pm in attempt to talk about that night. you were about to decline it but your guilt ate away at you. you agreed to meet her on your porch to talk. you planned on apologizing for both saying what you did and avoiding it. “i didn’t mean it. i was just high.” the excuse played on a loop inside your head. you were set on just leaving the situation and your feelings for her in a puddle of voided nothingness but closure didn’t come easy for you when she was actually in front of you now.
best friend!ellie who sat patiently outside your house. she was clad in a black sweatshirt, washed out blue jeans, and the same dirty converses she wore daily. she spared you a familiar smile as you sat down next to her trading her one as well.
best friend!ellie who watched as you began to fumble over your explanation in a panic. “i don’t know why i said that. god, i’m so stupid i’m so sorry.” you sniffled and gentle hands pulled you into a soft hug. for the first time in a week, you let yourself fall apart in her embrace and somehow, everything you thought you felt began to disperse. it was in that moment, that you accepted you would’ve loved her either way. whether she was a boy or a girl. it didn’t matter to you as long as you got the same soul in whatever body she was in. pulling away from her arms, your hand snakes over the nape of her neck as you press a kiss on her lips and she returns the energy reverently.
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orangelala · 2 days
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the dare - c.s
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female reader x chris sturniolo
summary: it's been months since you both last seen each other, what happens when two old flames reignite and the secret is out?
warnings: angst to fluff? use of y/n, mentions of possible regret, some mention of not taking care of oneself, kissing (lots of dialog, back and forth povs)
requested for part two by @nicksmainbitch
word count: 2,284 words (not proof read)
it's been three almost four months since chris has last seen you. making it difficult for him to leave the house, let alone his room. his brothers having to drag him out the house to make youtube videos and to socialize again. chris couldn't, what he did to you ached him in unbearable ways. he wishes to know how you were. wishes to feel your presence, how you roamed your small hands into his hair as he kissed softly on your neck, and hearing small little giggles and moans leaving your mouth. how you fit perfectly into him. you were his other half.
you on the other hand, you struggled. dealing with all the pregnancy symptoms alone. morning sickness, night sweats, cravings, dizziness, everything you wanted to experience with chris as he helped. but here you were sitting in your now apartment you rented almost five weeks back. deciding it was best to get a place of your own. as much as you appreciated all your friends help, you needed a place of your own for you and your baby on the way.
bills were unfortunately piling up and as much as you didn't want to leave your spot in your bed or the couch, you were going to have to get back to work eventually. calling your boss, hoping to explain your situation and if it's okay to go from full to part time, just for right now. as you wait for a response back you decided to go to the store to pick up some groceries as you started to come down to the last bit of your essentials. you could easily doordash them but with bills stacking it's best to go in person.
you walk to your room once again to get ready, grabbing a pair of jeans that were once upon baggy, a crewneck that you folded up a bit so it's somewhat cropped and your slippers as they seen to be the only thing comfortable on your feet. starting your car and heading towards the store. you get out to grab a cart and head inside. grabbing some snacks, wishing you ate before you came so you weren't just getting your cravings at the moment. you walk towards the produce.
back with chris, his brothers are about to head out for the day, trying to get him to go so he can get out. protesting multiple times he finally caves, grabbing some sweatpants, a hoodie and some airforces walking to the garage looking at the car as nick and matt were already in waiting for him. the whole time chris had one thing on his mind, you. reminiscing back on memories as he looked out the window. matt looks at nick through the review mirror giving nick a worried look as chris has yet to say anything, no music, no nothing it was too quiet.
dragging chris from the gas station, a friend's house to pick up something, and now entering the store. chris ends up walking away from nick and matt as he heads down the chip isle to get his favorite honey barbeque fritos which were yours as well. hesitating to grab a bag, he looks to his right as he smells your perfume. the same perfume that lingered around his room constantly, the same scent that was stuck on his clothes that he refuses to touch as it's the last thing he has of you. that's why he lays in his room, you still linger around him.
looking at the person in front of him, seeing a small figure. it reminded him of you. he rubbed his eyes and thought he was hallucinating the thought of you again, turning back around to grab the chips and walk away which is cut off quickly as he hears a familiar and comforting voice. "chris? is that you?" you say making chris just stand there wondering if his brain is playing tricks on him. turning around slowly facing you now. he feels so at ease and he looks at you, scanning your beautiful but yet tired face. seeing the discomfort and sadness that overcame the joyful girl he once knew.
knowing that he made her that way, he moves his eyes from her face to chest as it starts to raise up fast and lower to her stomach, making his eyes widen. she's pregnant, chris thought to himself. your pregnant with his baby. he steps forward "hi y/n" he says putting his head down immediately, making you pull your crewneck down. "um it's good to see you" you say trying to break the ice. this is so awkward you both thought, you can feel the tension between you two from a mile away.
"it's good to see you too," chris says, lifting up his head to smile. you hear chris's name being called by who you assume is matt. you quickly take out a piece of paper from your purse and write down an address and hand it to chris. "here, come over around seven. so we can talk" you say, giving him a small smile and quickly walk away. chris looks down at the paper and smiles. happy you're willing to speak to him again. he puts the paper in his pocket and walks towards the direction of his name being called.
the whole way home he's looking at time on his phone and bouncing his leg up and down nervously wondering what your going to say, but most importantly he can't stop thinking about the fact your pregnant. pregnant with his baby. you both talked about children, but it had sadden him knowing you spent what he's guessing the first five, maybe six months without him.
chris quickly gets out of the car as soon as matt drives up the driveway into the garage and goes to his room to take a shower. he takes a shower and starts getting ready, he looks at clock and it now reads 6:15pm, he pulls out his phone and puts in the address you gave him so see how long it takes. reading it takes about twenty minutes, chris walks out his room and heads up the stairs to ask matt if he can take him. matt agrees feeling a sigh of relief that his brother is willing to go out again. matt and chris let nick know they are going and that matt will be back soon.
chris and matt are now in the car, chris is giving the directions and finally pulling up to the apartment complex almost thirty minutes later. matt asked who chris was visiting and not wanting to get his own feelings worked up he smiled and said a friend. getting out and saying goodbye to matt as matt drives away.
you on the other hand, you are beyond nervous. not knowing what to wear and wondering if your apartment is tidy up enough for him. feeling all these emotions and feelings flood through you as you think about all the nights you've cried for chris. wanting to call or text him to come over. for him to just hold you. tell you all of what happened was something you both could put past you, but you had thought since what had happened he possibly didn't want anything to do with you. you were wrong as he agreed to come over, as least you think he did. watching the clock as it feels like you've been sitting for forever.
chris knocks on your door, and you immediately jump up and walk towards the door. closing your eyes for a brief moment and taking a deep breath before opening the door. "hi, come in please" you say opening the door wider for him. chris steps in and stands to the side as you close the door and guide you both to the living room. he looks around and compliments your apartment. "you have a great place, it suits you" he says smiling now sitting on the couch.
"thank you, would you like anything?" you say before walking away for the kitchen. "no im okay love-" chris stops himself immediately as he realizes what he had said. you feel your heart sink as he said it. you haven't heard that nickname in so long. "im sorry- it just slipped out" you says quickly. "hey, it's okay" you say as you walk back with a water, placing it on the table in front of you and taking your time to sit down.
chris notices and moves some pillows so your more comfortable, "thank you" you say again smiling. chris nods waiting for you to say something. "so.." you both say in sync making you both laugh. chris felt alot more comfortable hearing your laugh as it became his favorite thing. "well i guess the secret is out" you say hesitantly. "yeah, i- i guess it is" chris says wondering if he should move closer or not. "how um how far along are you?" chris says looking down at his fingers. "almost six months" you say choked up.
all you can think to yourself is how awkward this is, you were going to speak again but you are beaten by chris speaking first. "look y/n im so sorry, i should've never did what i did. never should've did that dare. i had feelings for you at first but buried them when i thought you didn't feel the same. so when the dare had came up when everyone was playing truth or dare i took it as an opportunity, i get this sounds like an excuse but it's the truth. i'd never want to hurt you, it's literally the last thing i wanted to do" chris says as tears start to come down his face.
you were going to speak but he cuts you off once again "- i know you didn't want anything to do with me, trust me i wouldn't want anything to do with me either. but i love you, i love you so much. you are all i think about from the moment i wake up to the moment my eyes close at night. it was us. i wanted- i want to spend my life with you and now-" chris says moving closer and puts his hand on your belly. "- and now our baby" he continues with tears down his face as he holds onto you.
"chris" you say softly. but you think chris didn't hear you as his sobs surround the room. "chris" you say again but more louder as you cup his face. "you hurt me chris, you really did. but this whole time you were the only person i thought of, it was so hard leaving the house and have conversations with people. i didn't- i don't want to do this pregnancy alone. i want to do it with you, the man i fell inlove with." you say with now your eyes swelling with tears. chris looks at you "does this mean?" he says swiping his eyes. "yes chris, im willing to try this again. but i swear to god if you hurt me- hurt us again. that's it" you say but chris cups your face immediately and kisses you passionately, and pulling away to pepper you in kisses. in between kisses he thanks you a million times. "i promise, i won't hurt you again, or you my little one" chris says moving his face to your belly to give it a light kiss.
"do you know the gender?" chris says looking you in the eyes. "well was kind of hoping you'd go with me tomorrow to find out? you say keeping your eyes on him. "i'd love too" he says pulling you back into another kiss. "i want it to be us three, i can't imagine my life with anyone else." he says pulling you into a hug and with the other holding your belly to lightly rub it. "and i can't imagine my life with anyone else" you say taking in his cologne as you missed it.
"so we're obviously passed the talking stage, and im not sure if we should-" chris trys to say but you cut him off "let's just take it small, we just got each other back, but absolutely no secrets right?" you say pulling yourself away and looking him better in his eyes so he knows how serious you are. "no secrets" he says placing a kiss on your forehead.
you just fall into his presence, thinking about your future with him. if it's something you're willing to go through again. you really do believe he's sorry, and you don't want your little girl or boy to grow up without their father. you want to believe he'll do you no harm. part of you is going to wonder if it's best to let go completely, but all you can think about is that other part that craved him this whole time. he made you so happy when you were with him.
he was originally supposed to be your forever in the first place right? so why can't he be it now. you take a deep breath and close your eyes. that night you both fell asleep in each other's arms. this was going to be the story you tell your children that with the right person you will find your way to each other. it's just your decision if your willing to take the risk or not. let's just say you took that risk, do you regret it? part of you does, but your love for him is so much stronger, all you do is bury it and spend the rest of your life with him and your child.
a/n: was abousltley not going to write a part two, but it was requested alot. this could be so much better, meaning the ending, but i gave up wondering if it should be a good one or not. but i put you guys in enough pain the first part, so here's this. hope you like. love you 🧡
tags: @astronomysturniolos @nicksmainbitch @sturniolossss @sturnlova @samandcolbyfan22
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loveharlow · 1 day
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SEVEN - 006
PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[7.4k] based on 1x06.
WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mild violence, gun violence/graphic depictions of gun use, mentions of drowning, arguing, entrapment, references to mild bullying
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A/N‧₊˚ Idk if y'all can tell but I be eatin the kie x sarah x reader drama up when i'm writing like it's too fun to write
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“SORRY, YOU’RE STAYING WHERE?” Kiara asked grabbing a tray of food as John B leaned against the counter and you trailed behind her with a pitcher of drinks. The Wreck had opened for the day not too long ago.
“Tannyhill.” He said shortly, eyes wide and unexpecting as he leaned his forearms on the counter.
“So, you’re living with Sarah Cameron.” Kie said with a tight-lipped grimace. 
“Look, the only reason I’m living there is ‘cause her dad bailed me out, alright?” The Routledge boy reassured, following you both out to the table where JJ and Pope were lounging inside of The Wreck. “And it’s way better than foster care which, by the way, is where I was about to go.”
“So, do you have membership to the clubs now?” Pope perked up curiously, legs kicked up on the wooden surface. Kiara sat the tray of fries down while you poured the drinks into each respective cup before taking a stand behind JJ’s chair that was next to Pope’s, leaning your arms over it as you bent nonchalantly behind him, stealing a fry from his hand over his shoulder.
“I don’t know, Pope.”
“What about those golf carts they drive around? You get one of them?” He questioned again, amusement in his brown eyes. “Does it come with a sweater vest or do you have to buy one of your own?”
“Look, you promised.” Kiara cut in disappointedly, returning back to the original topic of conversation. “You said you weren’t with her…” John B just shrugged as if he wasn’t caught in a lie.
“Bro, just own it. She’s got you.” JJ scoffed. 
Kiara just ignored the blonde. “If you wanna hang out with her, that’s fine. But I’m letting you know that I’m not doing anything with Sarah.” She continued on, affirming the boy. 
“Do you guys see her here?” JB cut in shortly, annoyed. “No? Right, okay. A little focus would be fantastic. We’ve got the map, right?”
“It’s out of whack ‘cause the guy was ganja’d when he drew it.” JJ piped in. 
“It’s more so due to the fact that the coast has changed.” You offered, looking down at the blonde. “But it deffo looks like he drew it after ingesting a whole eddie and downing half a bottle of Everclear.”
“We just have to look for the landmarks that haven’t changed.” Pope spoke to no one in particular as he surveyed the map. 
“What about the old forts?”
“Battery Jasper.” Kiara threw out with full confidence. Pointing to a clear spot on the map in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Looks were shared around the table before everyone shrugged, you all hopping up and heading outside of The Wreck and into The Twinkie.
“WE’RE IN BATTERY, RIGHT HERE.” Pope had the map pressed up against a rock, still reading it as the remaining four of you looked out at the expanse of land in front of you. Nothing but grass and trees for miles. “So if this is parcel nine, then it’s somewhere northeast of here. Over there.” He concluded, pointing ahead.
“That’s not Tannyhill,” JJ began, squinting his eyes. “That’s a subdivision.”
“Tannyhill Plantation was the entire island.” John B told him. “Over time, it got sold into smaller pieces.”
“So we’re looking for an old stone wall…” Pope pondered, heading back into the van without a word. The rest of you simply followed, loading into the van with JB as the driver and following Pope’s verbal lead. “The road should split up here. You’re gonna take a left.” He said after a few minutes of driving.
John B made an unnecessarily sharp left turn, sending the three of you in the backseat flying against the wall of the Twinkie. After a few curses and groans, you looked to see what was stone wall. “This is it.” Pope claimed.
“Are you kidding me?” Kiara exclaimed, hopping out of the van as the rest of you followed. Looking up at the house, it was immediately recognizable.
“The Crain House?” You asked incredulously, eyes wide and jaw slack.
“Worst-case scenario.” JJ quipped. “I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husbands head on the property.”
“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories about this place.” John B shrugged, taking the first step and leading the group through the thick mess of greenery that led up to the house itself. You were constantly swatting leaves and branches out of your field of vision as you walked.
“Which stories did you hear?” JJ inquired.
“The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she’s been holed up ever since.” Kiara replied. “On certain nights, when the moon is full, you can see her in the windooow.” She teased, wiggling her fingers in a spooky motion. 
“Okay, it’s not funny ‘cause it’s all true. I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis.” JJ preached. 
“Hollis Crain? The daughter?” You asked, tilting your head in his direction as you dodged a branch. 
“Yeah. She was my babysitter.” He told you, holding up the next branch for you to walk under, releasing it just in time to swat Pope in the forehead. “She told me all about it. About her mother, what happened in the house. As a kid, she heard all these stories about how her mother had killed her father. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night…” He trailed off.
You groaned at his dramatics, stopping in your tracks to cross your arms and shift your weight. “What night?” You asked, feeding into JJ’s theatrics.
“When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So, she goes down there to see her mom washing her hands in a sink full of blood. Her mother says she just cut her finger. Next morning? She says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something — her mother going in and out of the parlor constantly, hands full of plastic bags. Weeks pass and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head looking straight back at her.”
“...You are so full of shit.” John B protested, throwing his head back and walking off.
“Wait! Dude…” JJ grabbed his best friend by the shoulder. “You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer and… you got a cast on.” 
“I don’t give a shit, JJ.” John B said angrily. “I’ve got nothing to lose, right?” He threw the blonde’s words back at him. “You guys comin’ or what?” He spat before continuing his journey further onto the Crain property, the rest of you reluctantly following.
Stopping in what seemed to be a garden just a handful of feet from the front door, John B turned around. “Here's the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water, like it said in Denmark’s Letter.”
“What kind of water? Like, pond water?” Pope replied.
JJ chuckled. “Bong water?” He tried to joke. John B just twisted his face and ignored at his childish tactics.
“Look, I don’t know, just look for water.” He demanded before continuing to lead the group. He crept around the foundation of the house, crouching in front of a small entrance that led under the structure. “C’mon, it’s the only place we haven’t looked.” He urged the four of you, turning on his flashlight and crawling through the entrance as the rest of you piled in, single-file behind him.
You coughed as you stood to your full height and dust filled your lungs. The crawlspace was filthy, smelly, and festering with mosquitos. You clicked on your mini flashlight, scanning the space. 
“There’s not even water on the pipes.” JJ judged, rubbing his palm against the pipes that were so dry, the interaction sounded like nails on sandpaper. 
“There’s not a drop of water here...” Pope said, irritated.
“Know why we didn’t find it?” Kie sighed, turning her sights to John B. “Bad karma.”
“God, here we go…” JB rolled his eyes.
“We had a good thing going. And then you decide to rope in Barbie and now, trail’s gone dry. Coincidence? I don't think so.” The brown-haired girl mouthed-off. 
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you about Sarah. What the hell’s the deal with you two?” Then his eyes landed on you, standing a few feet behind Kie between Pope and JJ who were also listening in on the not-so-hushed conversation. “You three.”
“I just got bit by three fatass mosquitos, I’d like to opt out of this particular conversation-” You spoke with a snarl, swatting another mosquito that flew across your vision as Kie’s voice sounded out again, cutting off yours.
“Nothing’s the deal.” She spat, offended.
“Is it because I kissed you? Is that your problem?” John B’s head whipped to the side when Kiara’s palm made harsh contact with his cheek, the remaining three of you making simultaneous ‘O’ faces of shock from the sidelines. 
“Stop treating me like I’m some girl who’s obsessed with you instead of your best friend who’s actually trying to look out for you.” She reprimanded sternly.
“Did you, uh, hit me?” John B grimaced, turning back to face her. Kiara simply held up her right hand, her backs to the three of you.
“Skeeter.” Was all she said.
“Skeeter?”
“Yeah.” Then John B was slapping her back. You threw your hands up in the air as Pope exclaimed and JJ chuckled at the two.
“Woah, hey!” Pope threw out, then John B was holding up his right hand, this time with his palm on display since he was facing you all, presenting a flattened mosquito stuck to his palm. 
“Skeeter.” He retorted firmly, eyes squinted. They started playfully slapping each other’s faces and arms back and forth as the remaining portion of you went back to looking once the show had ended. You flashed your light up and down, side to side but still nothing. And the mosquitos were eating you from the inside out…
Mosquitos. 
Why were there so many mosquitos in a basement? 
Aiming your flashlight down, you started tapping the toe of your foot lightly against the ground, catching a certain blonde’s attention.
“Tap dancing, are we?”
“No. Mosquitos.” You dismissed him in your focus, stepping up onto a wooden platform and tapping your foot on top of it. It sounded hollow. You paused, kneeling on top of the structure and knocking on it, still hearing that same hollowed-out echo. 
“Yes, princess, there are mosquitos everywhere.”
You sighed, shining your light through the crack in the planks but it was pitch black. “Mosquitos swarm near water.” You told JJ. “Still water. They need it to hatch eggs. So, why would so many mosquitos be in a basement with seemingly no water?” You almost sounded like you were talking to yourself with the way you were mumbling, looking for something small, your sights landed on a small pebble in the gravel under the house, picking it up before dropping it through a space between the wood. Planting your ear against the ground, you waited, until seconds after dropping the stone, you heard water splash.
“You find somethin’?” JJ asked, you being unaware that he was still watching you. You turned to him with your full attention now.
“Help me move this.” You whispered to him, already starting to pull the planks up in a frenzy. The other three pogues seemed to notice that the two of you had found something and started to help move the planks until a good chunk of them were out of the way.
The five of stared down as a well stared back at you, a least a couple dozen feet deep. 
“Well, well, well…” Pope muttered in the ring of silence.
“That was a good dad joke.” John B told him, never taking his eyes off the well, a smirk breaking out on his features. “We’re gonna need a really big rope.”
“NO FUCKING WAY.” Kiara spat, pacing the patio of The Chateau — Sarah Cameron was sat next to John B, presenting as unbothered as ever. You sat on the farthest cushion right across from JJ and Pope. “You brought her here? So what? She’s in on this now?”
John B looked to his two guy friends for help, Pope simply shrugging his shoulders and muttering an ‘I dunno’ before JJ threw his hands out. “All I care about is her cut coming out of your share.” He directed at JB, pointing his finger for emphasis. 
“This is our thing.” Kiara scolded, pointing to everyone but Sarah to further prove her point. 
“I’m just a tad uncomfortable with this…” Pope added. 
“When are you not uncomfortable?” John B tried to defend the blonde girl.
“I rode here on the back of JJ’s bike pretty comfortably.” The curly-haired boy sassed back from JJ’s side. 
“It’s true. Most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.” 
“We were all comfortable until you brought her.” Kiara shot out, not making eye contact with Sarah, who had finally had enough.
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Was the first thing the blonde girl had said since her arrival.
“I mean, you could always go home. Just a thought…” You spoke nonchalantly, shrugging from your seat across the patio. Sarah eyed you meanly before looking at John B, scoffing.
“I told you.” Your eyes squinted and your head tilted to the side.
“Told him what, exactly? That your a liar?” Kiara argued before Sarah’s attention whipped around to her.
“No, that you’re a shit-talking bitch.” She told Kie, turning to you next. “And you’re a lying slut.”
Chaos broke out — voices over voices, JJ and Pope betting money as the three of you argued over one another.
“When have I ever lied to you, Kiara?!”
“You get somebody close to you for like a month and then completely turn your back on them-”
“I’m a slut? I’m sorry, how many boyfriends have you cheated on? This year alone?-”
“Everybody, shut up!” John B stopped the arguing. “Kie, Y/n, you are my best friends, right?” Both of you just looked away, giving him his answer but not the satisfaction of hearing it. “And Sarah, you’re…”
“...Say it.” She said, a sly smile on her face.
“...You’re my girlfriend.” John B proclaimed, a boy-ish grin on his face. You couldn’t help but groan and throw your head back, all eyes turning to you as you brought your angry gaze back down.
“You met her like three whole days ago, John B.” You fussed, crossing your arms over one another. “What happened to using her for information? And I quote ‘getting what we need and cutting her loose’?”
“...You said you were using me?” Sarah asked her “boyfriend” sadly. 
John B shook his head in the smallest of motions, avoiding her eyes at all costs. “No.”
“Yeah, you did.” Pope refuted his claim. “You said those things...”
“Look, love just walked in, okay?” He tried to reason with you all but you couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
“Three days!” You laughed out. 
“I didn’t expect it, it just kind of happened. And I’m not gonna deny it.” He continued, ignoring you. 
“Well,” you got up from your seated position, hands slapping your knees. “If Clueless is in, count me out.” You told him, hands in your back pockets. 
He shrugged like a child. “I’m not choosing, if that's what you're getting at.” He stated bluntly. You nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheek and looking around before deciding to walk off, heading for the dock.
“JUST CONSIDER IT.” JJ threw out the idea from his place beside you, leaning against the wood of the pier in front of The Chateau, Kiara and Pope having a separate conversation in front of you.
“I’m not considering anything, JJ.”
“You don’t have to like it. None of us do. But John B isn’t willing to choose and we can’t do this without you.”
“John B clearly can. He knew how we felt about her and he did everything we advised him not to do.” You snarled, looking out at the water. “None of you know her, not really. You think I just up and decided to hate Sarah Cameron one day? No.” You scoffed. “She creates a false sense of security and then when you start to rely on her, she uses it all against you.”
You both sat in silence, JJ not wanting to question you any further for the moment.
“What if he chooses her?” JJ asked you after a couple moments passed. You brought your eyes back to his, wind blowing your hair in your field of vision, voice small as you spoke.
“Then he’s a worse friend than I thought he was.”
YOU DECIDED TO MAKE YOUR WAY HOME AFTER WHAT WENT DOWN WITH JOHN B. You didn’t intend on making him choose between you or Sarah but you felt as if this whole thing had spiraled out of control. Maybe the biggest part was that you felt lied to. He promised there was nothing happening between them and when it came down to it, he couldn’t even make a decision between two of his life-long best friends and a girl he met less than a week ago. Something behind his logic, or lack of, struck a nerve within you. 
Opening the front door to your Figure Eight home, you were greeted with two muddy paws against your thighs.
“Aww, Marley!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands out to the sides. “What did you get into?” You shook your head, patting the stains on your denim shorts as you kicked the door closed behind you and walked to peer out of the patio door, seeing holes galore in the backyard. You looked down at the animal, hand on your hip. “You know, she’s gonna flip.” You told the dog as if she could reply back.
Her fur was covered in brown and black, muddy paw prints left behind by her pattering feet. You just sighed, bending down to scratch the top of her head as she leaned into your hand. “Guess it’s my fault for leavin’ you. I’d go crazy if I was stuck here alone with her, too. C’mon,” You threw your head out in the direction of the garage door. “Let’s hose you off so I can cover your tracks.”
You started walking but stopped when you didn’t hear Marley trailing behind you. You peered back over your shoulder to see her sitting patiently. “No, absolutely not.” Was your reply to her pleading puppy-eyes, a whine leaving her closed lips. “I am not picking you up, Marley. You’re a big girl, c’mon.” The golden retriever made no move. “I’ll give you a treat after. You wanna a treat, girl?” 
Her ears perked up in the slightest of motions and suddenly the medium-sized dog was sprinting towards you, basically running into the garage door that was still closed. You just giggled, opening the door for her to run out and hop into the metal tub in the parking space that was bought especially for her. Tying your hair back and grabbing the length of the hose, you started to hose down your mess of a dog.
YOU WERE SOAKED BY THE END OF MARLEY’S BATH. You smelled of Pumpkin Spice pet shampoo and wet dog, strands of golden hair stuck to your arms and legs as you rinsed out the tub and let it flow down the driveway. The dog in question was probably running a muck in your room where you’d locked her so you could clean up in peace — covering up the holes in the backyard to the best of your ability and mopping the floors. 
Once the dog-tub was water-free, you kicked it back to it’s original position in the corner of the garage. The sound of your mother’s SUV pulling up into the driveway could be heard as you turned the hose off and put it away. She must not have seen you in the dark of the garage as she got out of the car, heels hitting the concrete as she slammed the driver’s side door shut. Her cell phone was pressed between her shoulder and ear and she fought to get her purse up onto her arm.
“I don’t care what you do, Cameron. Or how you do it for that matter. Just do something because this is both of our asses on the line.” She spat to whoever was on the other end of the line — Cameron? Maybe it was a new hire at the office.
Her eyes shot up and seemed to finally register your presence, a look of shock filling her features for a moment before it faded into something else. Something more irritated. “We’ll talk about this later. Hopefully, you’ll have gotten rid of the problem by then.” Was all she said before hanging up.
You had turned back around at this point, focused on putting Marley’s bath supplies back into their respective cabinets and shelves. 
“I didn’t expect you home.”
“Neither did I.” You replied bluntly.
“You know, it’d be nice if you could be home more often. You still have responsibilities, and that dog does whatever it wants.”
You stood to your full height, facing her now as you crossed your arms. “I could say the same for you.”
She scoffed, shifting her weight. “I have work. A job. You just run around with your delinquent friends all day and night. Your room is empty for days on end.”
You shrugged, jutting your bottom lip out. “What are you lonely, or something? We barely talk when I am home.”
“You want to talk? Let’s talk.” She crossed her own arms, staring you down.
“Not really-”
“I heard John B had a pretty nasty fall from The Hawk’s Nest last night and you and your friends were there.” You veered your neck back at her statement, a look of offense written across your face.
“What’re you keeping tabs on me now?” 
She just shrugged and shifted, pointing her chin towards the ceiling as if she knew she had you cornered. “Word travels fast on the island. The real question is what were you kids doing up there in the middle of a thunderstorm? Everything I hear about that little posse of yours is dangerous.”
All you could was laugh humorlessly, pushing yourself off of the garage wall and heading for the door back inside of the house. “I’m not doing this with you.” You told the woman, shaking your head. 
“Answer the question, Y/n!” She called after you, following you into the three-story house and slamming the garage door closed behind her.
“No! I’m covered in mud, water, and dog hair and you’re pissing me off!” You were practically stomping up the stairs. “Everytime I come back to this house you interrogate me. Calling my friends delinquents as if these aren't kids you’ve known for years!”
“Well, clearly I have good reason to-” You stopped at the top of the stairs, turning and staring down at your mother who was still at the bottom, making no moves to follow you up. 
“Maybe it’s time I question you because I have a fair few of my own.” You spat. “How did you find about the Hawk’s Nest because there were only six of us there when it happened? When did you and Shoupe get all buddy-buddy? Or better yet, how’d you manage to scrape up the money to buy a house on Figure Eight so suddenly? And don’t think I’m dumb enough to believe my father’s life insurance was enough to cover it.”
She didn’t say anything. Anything at all. Your mother just stared up at you with a look on her face that you’d never seen before it. It was angry, dark — borderline evil. It made your heart thump out of your chest and your knees get weak. It was a look that a parent should never direct at their child. 
With one last glare, you turned your back and went into your own bathroom to clean yourself up, not neglecting to slam the door behind you.
YOU SIGHED AS YOU HOPPED FROM THE HMS POGUE ONTO HEYWARD’S BOAT. After your shower, Pope had picked you up from the short pier in the back of your house with Kie lounging in the boat. He said something about JJ and John B needing a tow after conking out in the middle of The Marsh.
Approaching Heyward’s boat that was still in the middle of The Marsh, you and Kie edged towards the front of the HMS Pogue, preparing to step off. Extending your legs, you made it onto the other boat without fail, Kiara following you into the Alp where the two boys in question were.
“What did you do?” You asked annoyed, still reeling from the events of earlier — both of them. 
“The alternators not…alternating, anymore.” JJ told you, throwing his hands out. 
“Did you check the plugs?” Kiara suggested, stepping in front of you and approaching the boys as you leaned on the entryway. 
“No, you should check ‘em. Give ‘em whirl.” They handed her whatever tool they’d been using, stepping away.
“You guys are useless…” You let the two guys walk by you, stepping further into the space with Kie. “Uh, is this a joke? There are no plugs, like at all.” She muttered.
Suddenly, you heard water splashing, turning around and walking back out to see that JJ and John B had jumped into the water and were swimming towards the HMS Pogue that was getting farther and farther away.
“What’re you-” You started, cut off by the sound of banging coming from below the deck of the boat.
“John B! John B, let me out!” Came an unmistakable voice. In a haste, you lifted the hatch in the floor, coming face to face with Sarah Cameron. Not giving her time to speak, you just huffed and ran towards the edge of the boat.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled at the three boys across the water, Kiara and Sarah on each side of you now. Both equally as angry as you. “Are you serious?” 
“Get your asses back here!” Kiara demanded.
“We can’t!” Pope shrugged with a sly smile. “Not until you three work out your issues!”  
“You can’t just leave!” Sarah tried.
“There’s food in the cabin and JJ rolled a blunt!” John B shouted back. The three of you ignored them, kicking off your overalls and stripping down to your bikinis.
“This is ridiculous…” The blonde girl muttered under her breath, kicking her shorts off of her ankles.
“Well, I’d rather drown than be here with you, so…” Kiara retorted, taking her shirt off. 
“Fine. Be my guest. Maybe you’ll finally shut the hell up.” Sarah shot back. 
“You don’t even know where you’re going.” The two girls continued arguing as the three boys drifted farther away.
“I don’t care.” Was all the Cameron girl said back before jumping into the Marsh water, just as Pope revved up the engine on the smaller boat and they sped away. Sarah cursed them before turning around and swimming back to the boat, screaming and going under before popping back up.
“Ah! I got stung by a jellyfish! Shit!” She cried, still swimming back to the boat.
You rolled your eyes and turned away from her, fixing the ties on your swim suit. “Maybe next time don’t jump into The Marsh.” You reprimanded meanly.
“Thanks for the advice, after the fact.” She retorted, climbing onto the boat and sliding against the side.
“It’s not like you listen anyway...” You shrugged, leaning against the boat. 
“Kiara, you know what they say about curing jellyfish stings,” Sarah ignored you, talking through heavy breaths and looking up at the brown-haired girl. “You have to pee on me.”
The girl simply cringed. “I have a better idea.”
NIGHT HAD FALLEN AND YOU WERE SURE THE GUYS WEREN’T COMING BACK FOR THE THREE OF YOU ANYTIME SOON. The night air was cool and Sarah was high off of the weed left behind, courtesy of JJ himself. She’d been laughing and talking about nothing non-stop for the last hour.
Kie was sat next to her in the cockpit of the boat while you sat on the hardtop, swinging your feet.
“Hey,” Sarah piped up, interrupting her own giggling. “Would you rather…have, I was imagining you like this just now, it was pretty funny.” She was directing the question at Kiara. “Would you imagi- would you rather…have nipples for eyes or have eyes for nipples? Imagine if you get really old and your nipples, your boobs get saggy, your nipples, if they were your eyes, you could see if your shoes were untied.” 
She attempted to laugh it off in her impaired state but took the hint when Kie gave her a side glance, no humor present in her expression. “Is this like your first time smoking or something?” 
“...No.” Sarah said lowly, looking down.
“Could’ve fooled me.” You muttered, annoyed by the girls incessant laughter and talking. 
After a couple moments of tense silence, Sarah attempted to speak again. “Hey, Kiara…”
“Oh my God.” She cut her off. “Enough the ‘Hey, Kiara’ bullshit.” She turned her entire body to face the blonde, a hard look in her eyes. “Why’d you do it?”
“...Why’d I do what?” Sarah played dumb.
“We were best friends.” Kiara started solemnly. “We stole beers from your dad’s fridge, we watched movies together, we cried about boys...” She reminisced. “And the next thing I know, the entire school thinks I have a crush on you because you started a rumor that I did.”
“It was just a joke.” Sarah tried to dismiss, rolling her eyes.
“To who? Because it wasn’t funny for me. And when it spun out of control? When it went from people saying I had a crush on you to saying I tried to kiss you? To saying I was stalking you? That I had a shrine? Was it still just a joke then?” She reprimanded. “You never even bothered to clear it up. Just fed into it. You just cut me off like nothing happened. I mean, really, what did I do?”
You continued watching the interaction happen from the hardtop of the boat. “You liked me.” Sarah blurted. “...When people get close to me, I feel trapped. And…I bail. And then I blame them for it.” She got out, turning to look Kiara in the eyes. “I’m really sorry…And I miss you.” Then her eyes were on you. “Both of you. Do you think there’s a chance that we could be okay again?” She was looking at Kiara again.
“Honestly. I don’t know.” Sarah simply nodded and bit her lip, accepting the answer before turning her sights to you once more. 
“Y/n?” She called. You assumed she was waiting for your answer to the same question, all you could manage was a huff of air to leave your lips. 
“What a bunch of bullshit.” You breathed out, an incredulous smile on your face as you looked away for moment. You could hear Kiara sigh.
“Y/n-”
“No, Kiara. If you want to forgive her, by all means be my guest. But me and you?” Your eyes were on Sarah, glaring at her. “We will never be ‘okay’ again.” You mocked.
“What do you want from me?” Sarah spat out. “I apologized-”
“You apologized to Kie. Not me.”
“Well, I’m sorry. For…whatever I did.” She slurred, slouching further against the inside of the boat.
“Whatever you did?”
“You were the one sneaking around with my brother, Y/n!”
“And you're still downplaying the situation! That’s not what happened nor is it why our friendship ended and you know it.” You disputed, anger filling your tone.
“Our friendship ended because you tried to make the situation into something it wasn’t.”
“You never even considered the possibility that what I told you was true. You called me a liar, turned me into the school slut-”
“He’s my brother.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s not a bad person, Sarah!” You said with finality in your voice. “And if you can’t see that, then maybe that makes two of you.” Was the last thing you said before hopping down from the top of the boat and disappearing around the corner, away from the two girls. 
THE THREE OF YOU SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BOAT, WATCHING THE BOYS ARRIVE AS THE SUN CAME UP. You’d slept in the helm of the boat while Kiara and Sarah slept out in the open. You hated to admit how lonely you felt hearing them giggle in the middle of the night but it was quickly overshadowed by the memories of what was said between you and Sarah. A small part of you wondered how Kiara could forgive her so quickly. So easily.
“Let’s not give them the satisfaction of thinking this worked.” Kiara whispered to the blonde next to her. You simply kept quiet. Because for you, it didn’t.
“So, did you guys, you know…” Pope led on as the smaller boat parked next to the bigger one. You said nothing as you hopped off the edge, from one boat to the other. 
“Reconcile our differences?” Kie finished for him.
“Nope. Not even a little.” Sarah shook her head. “But we’re…willing to work together?” She said, turning to Kiara who nodded in agreement as they both stepped onto the HMS Pogue. 
“You know what? That’s victory.” JB cheered, dapping up Pope. “You guys ready to jack some loot?”
YOU ALL WAITED UNTIL IT GOT DARK ONCE MORE TO RETURN TO THE CRAIN PROPERTY, FULL PREPARED THIS TIME. Rope, pulley, flashlights. You were equipped with the gold-mine starter kit and ready to throw John B down into a well beneath a murder-house.
Parking in front of the house but still out of sight, John B hopped out of the driver’s side to round the van and open the side door, pausing. “I wanna say thank you guys. Seriously.” He told the five of you whole-heartedly. “It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.”
“Of course, man.” Pope assured him softly, giving him a special handshake. 
“All right, we done with this circle jerk?” JJ cut in. “Can we go do this?” 
“Let’s go get that wheat in the water.” Pope exclaimed, jumping out of the van first, followed by Kie, then Sarah.
“Weed? I’m up for weed.” JJ said, letting you get out before him. You rolled your eyes, a small smile breaking on your face as you climbed out of the van. The first one in hours.
“Wheat, J. He said wheat.” You corrected. You all formed a sort of single-file line, hopping the fence one by one. You all walked as quietly as you could through the tall grass and bushes, sticking as close together as possible. Out of the blue, a light in front of the house lit up your frames, the six of you scrambling to duck and hide, turning your flashlights off.
“Why would a blind lady need motion sensor lights?” You hissed frustratedly confused. 
“Let’s throw a rock at it.” John B offered. You all looked at him stupidly.
“That’s a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that we’re here.” Kiara said sarcastically. 
“Do any of you have a better idea?” 
“What about the breaker in the circuit box on the porch?” Sarah asked. “We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids and if we were brave enough, we’d go all the way up to the porch.”
“No, no, you’re not going into the house alone.” John B protested.
“I’ll go with you.” Kiara volunteered herself before turning to you. You simply raised a brow as if to ask ‘what?’. Only then did you notice that the rest of the group was staring at you as well, then you got the hint, smacking your teeth.
“Christ, fine, I’ll go, too. Just… stop looking at me like hungry orphans.” You mumbled, getting up and walking towards the house, slightly crouched.
“We’ll wait for your signal!” Pope whisper-shouted as the three of you disappeared into the thick of the bushes. You let Sarah lead the way, seeing as she had an idea of where you were going and what you were looking for.
“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply.” Sarah informed from the front of the line. The three of you crept up the porch steps, the wood creaking ever so slightly as you did. You aimed your flashlight at the circuit box in question, using your empty hand to open it. You quickly noted a problem.
“Where are the breakers?” Your face twisted in confusion, visually following the wires that were connected to the box. “It goes inside.” You said annoyed, pushing the circuit box door back closed. You turned back to the two girls behind you, a weary look shared amongst the three of you before Kie took it upon herself to carefully open the gate in front of the back door, twisting the knob quickly but quietly.
Pushing the door open, the three of you slid inside swiftly as the door creaked, making your face twist. You all treaded carefully through the dark home. You nearly jumped out of your skin when a cat yowled beside you.
“Shi- get out of here you mangy thing!” You whispered, pushing the feline away with the toe of your shoe. You follow the wires on the ceiling to the location of the breakers, Kiara wasting little time in switching the generator off, the house and surrounding areas going pitch black as she did.
You all let out sighs of relief, small victorious smiles breaking out on each of your faces. “We should probably get out of here now.” You advised, the other two agreeing. You hadn’t even lifted your foot to step away before a whirring sound echoed throughout the house, the three of you throwing yourselves against the wall and out of sight of whatever was around the corner.
You could barely hear one another breathing, contemplating whether you should stay put or make a break for it. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound of heavy-breathing and what sounded like a cane hitting the floor accompanied by delayed footsteps. 
You could feel your heart in throat as you tried your hardest not to move a muscle, the footsteps growing closer by the second. Fear rushing through your veins when you heard a voice call out.
“It’s late, Leon.” An old, raspy, elderly voice spoke — Mrs. Crain. “Too late...” She coughed, cane still hitting the floor ferociously with every step. You swore you could’ve cried when the woman in question rounded the corner, standing right in front of you three with no clue. “I can hear you, Leon. I’ve been waiting all night!” She screeched, whipping her head in your direction so fast you were surprised her neck didn’t snap in the process.
Her teeth were yellow, her hair was dead and gray, and her eyes were white. Pure white. The three of you screamed simultaneously before booking it in the direction you came. You don’t know how you ended up splitting from each other but you did. You ended up in some old dusty study-type room, the only exit being a window. You ran over to it, using all your strength to pull it up but it wouldn’t budge.
“Where are you, Leon?!” Her voice scratched your ears with the way it echoed. You cursed as you continued pulling at the window, eventually giving up and running out of the room. Fortunately, you ran in just time to find Mrs. Crain swinging aimlessly at Kiara with a fire poker. You took the opportunity to grab the object when she swung it back once more, snatching it and throwing it across the room.
Sarah entered just as the old lady turned around and gripped you by the arm, the blonde grabbing Kiara as you pushed Mrs. Crain off of you and ran into the room with the other two. Sarah closed and latched the door shut, Mrs. Crain banging from the other side. 
She’d managed to find the stairs the led under the house where the guys were, you and Kiara following her down in a hurry. 
“Guys!” All three of you called, sprinting through the crawlspace. 
“Woah, what’s goin’ on?” JJ asked as you accidentally ran into him, the blonde stabilizing by your upper arms.
“Mrs. Crain is up there. She’s trying to kill us with a fire poker.” Kiara breathed out. 
“We locked her in the parlor but we have to go. Like, now.” You said frantically. 
“Okay, code red.” JJ said, releasing your arms and heading back towards Pope. He leaned over the well, shouting down. “John B! Get back on, man!” The rest of you grabbed the length of the rope, using all of your man power to pull the boy back up when the you all fell, the rope pulling up nothing.
“Where is he?” Kiara panicked, crawling to the well to lean over it. “John B?!” His voice came back up but no one could tell what he was saying. It was just a faint echo. His next words were clearer, however — he was calling your names.
“He’s drowning! We gotta pull him up!” Sarah assumed the worst as you scrambled to grab the rope again. 
“John B? Get back on the rope, we’re gonna pull you up!” Pope called down into the well. Once JB affirmed that he was secured, the five of you began pulling once more, much more synchronized this time. You were using all the strength you had to pull him up when a gunshot made your ears ring.
You ducked, as did the rest of the group, your grip on the rope loosening. Pope and JJ hurried to tie the rope so it wouldn’t drop any further as you all scurried around the crawlspace, hoping the blind woman would think you were gone.
Only problem? None of you knew how to shut the hell up. Another shot rang out and that’s when you all decided you had to make a run for it. You saw John B’s muddy hand gripped the edge of the well before you bolted, knowing he’d be a little behind but just fine. You sprinted out into the yard, practically launched yourself back over the gate and threw yourselves into the van.
JJ started the van without John B inside as more gunshots sounded, the boy running behind his own van for dear life. 
“John B, come on!” The boy caught up, launching himself into the back of the van and sliding the door shut as JJ sped off. 
“Everyone okay? No bullet holes?” JJ questioned from the driver’s seat.
“I think I’d know if I was shot, right?” Kiara asked, hands patting her frame. 
“You look disgusting.” Pope breathed out, the statement directed at John B who looked more like a mud-man than a teenage boy.
“And you smell even worse, my God.” Your face winded with disgust. 
“What the hell just happened?” Sarah ran her hands through her hair, throwing her head back.
“All-time Pogue Hall of Fame, baby!” JJ cheered, giving you a high-five as you basically sat back to back as he drove.
“That bitch is possessed.” Kiara said.
“How can she move that fast?” John B breathed out, and you wondered how he could talk without minding the substance all over his face, including his lips.
Suddenly, John B pulled something from his pocket or under his thigh, it was hard to tell when he was the same color all over. “What is that?” You asked, squinting your eyes as he used his thumb to wipe away the debris on the object, revealing the unmistakable color of gold. “...No motherfucking way.” You scoffed.
“We did it, baby!” He whooped, holding the gold bar up in the air. “I did it!”
“Oh, my God!” JJ supported him as he drove, eyes looking back when they should on the road. The van was filled with cheers, so loud you were sure any houses you passed on the road could hear. 
“You guys were gonna be rich!” Kiara broke through the cheers. “Like Kook rich!”
“Full Kook!” Pope started, the rest of you joining in joyously. The Twinkie had never been more lively or celebratory. After days of being chased, shot at, arrested, jumped, and targeted — you all had done it.
You had found the gold.
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Summary: You and your ex best friend reconnect at a secret Demi-god party literally.
Summer ended months ago and so did you friendship with your best friend Clarisse.
Warning: sexting,bullying,underage drinking,kissing,jealousy,toxic.
Friends to enemies
“Now we’re up against
The wall and she’s
calling me baby”
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You were at school and you could’ve sworn it was the hottest day of the season
Odessa got a notification on her phone ( you’ve been invited to camp half blood celebration)
You had one thought “Those people will call anything a celebration” You raised your eyebrow as you read more into it. You did wanna catch up with your friends to gossip and talk shit after not seeing them for so long. But you didn’t wanna see…her
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Last summer
Clarisse had been acting fidgety the whole morning
She only spoke to you once but it seemed like she was being distant the whole week. She’s been on her phone constantly sending selfies to whoever being all secretive. I walked in on her sending someone a picture of her in a bra that I gifted her because it suits her better. She brushed off the topic just saying she was sexting a guy from her school and that I should drop the whole thing.
Weirdo.
You guys were at breakfast when she suddenly checked her watch looking straight at you looking guilty. “I’m gonna be right back, the food is passing right through me.” She said looking at our friend group.
“Do you want me to come wait with you?” I offered
“No, I’m fine go back to eating or something fatty.”
She always made jokes with the girl but this one seemed more personal because she didn’t laugh as she usually did after. I put my breadstick down and stared at her in disbelief as she walked away and out of the dining hall. “I wonder Who’s up her ass today,” I say but it’s inaudible to others. I moved my food away from me and sat there looking at my other friends. I’m fucking hungry and she ruined it.
Then I decided I’d had enough of her odd behavior and I was gonna tell her to fuck off. I looked over at my distracted friends who were watching some new boy named Percy, “Guys I’m gonna go catch up with Clarisse.” One of them spoke “Yeah sounds good” They were just distracted by him so I left.
Odessa walked out of I dining hall and looked around for Clarisse as she saw Clarisse about to enter the wooded area looking to see if anyone saw her Odessa hit behind a cabin. “Where is she going?”
Clarisse entered the woods looking sketchy as hell
I followed behind her closely as she looked paranoid she walked for 5 minutes and then suddenly stopped in an empty area I hid behind a bolder as she just stood there looking at her watch. I quickly got tired of being hidden so I wanted to just get up and talk to her but that’s when a familiar boy walks towards her. “That’s my fucking ex,” I whispered under my breath. Clarisse smiled at the boy “Took you long enough.” She walked towards him. Odessa wanted to scoff at this interaction but remained quiet. There was no way in hell her best friend would’ve snuck off to see her ex behind her back
They had been best friends since they were kids there’s no way in hell that Clarisse would do anything to disobey her friend's trust like that.
Then she watched as their lips connected.
“Oh” she whispered under her breath.
My Clarisse with Luke castellan . I hated them both.
Things escalated quickly when their camp shirts were thrown across the ground. If felt wrong to stay even if it was an act she felt was against her. Clarisse had her legs wrapped around Luke’s torso as they made out
“Tell me I’m better than her” Clarisse had told the boy to say. Luke smiles “You better than Odessa,” he says breathlessly
Odessa had had enough and snuck out of her spot and carefully walked towards their shirts taking them and crawling away from the area heading back towards the camp. The girl had thrown their shirts in the ocean, watching as they floated away.
She couldn’t believe what she just saw. She wasn’t shocked just disappointed in her best friend. Out of all the guys at camp, why did it have to be her ex-boyfriend and her Clarisse? “Fuck this feeling.”
She wiped her tears and fixed her face to go into act two Playing dumb. She walked back into the dining hall and towards their friend group. She put on a fake worried look. “Guys I think something happened with Clarisse she isn’t back yet, I went to go look for her but I can’t find her. I said fake panicked. My performance got the attention of the group. The friend group told everyone to go around camp and look for Clarisse. They listened. It was a lost camper after all just sat outside near the campfire while people comforted me as I put on my pretended to be in distress. They said things like like. “Don’t worry we will find her” “I bet she’s gonna turn up” or “We know how much she means to you” She doesn’t mean jack shit anymore, all those years of friendship are over.
I turned to look over at a stressed topless Clarisse coming out of the woods others stopped their search. others ran over as she covered her chest with her arms “Clarisse what happened are you okay?” I hear them say. “I just stood there in front of her quietly. I have nothing to say to her.
She finally spoke after 10 questions “I’m fine does anyone have an extra shirt?” Our friends run into a cabin and get her one. “Did you enjoy it?” I whispered to her while people were distracted. “What?” She said a bit worried as if I knew something. Our friends came back to hand her a shirt. She put it on Luke came out of the woods. That’s when people whispered and stepped back.
Luke then spoke “she got lost I was helping her?” He states “bullshit.” I say at pointing at him people then put two and two together “oh did you guys just…” another councilor asks. “That’s like kinda evil.” Another person states. I looked the girl dead in her face “You are dead to me.” I stormed away into the Aphrodite cabin. I didn’t talk to her for the remainder of camp.
Our friend group forgave her after a while because they felt bad, but then again it wasn't their exes she hooked up with so I didn't blame them
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Months later and a new summer is about to start I texted my friends that I was going to the party
I needed to get out more anyway I don’t care if Clarisse la rue had been there she wouldn’t be the reason I chose to stay inside for the rest of my life because she was a backstabbing two-faced-
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Odessa walked through the doors for the party the first thing that was seen was two guys sword-fighting for a bag of Sour Patch Kids. The girl rolled her eyes and went to find her friends. She saw people looking at her from the corner of her eyes she was stunning and she knew it too. Her too was a cropped black top that almost looked like a bra with some dark blue low-rise jeans showing off her hips perfectly with some fuzzy black boots matching her top. Her hair was done into a bun with a side swoop with curly pieces falling in front of her face
She don’t bring a bag because 1. Things get stolen
2. She only needed her phone with was in her pocket.
Her lip combo was pink with red lip liner and some cute lashes/mascara she smelled amazing from using her strawberry body oil from TikTok shop.😏
She looked hot like always all she was missing was her friend group *she found them doing shots in the kitchen one by one in a contest she looked down the line of people laughing at how silly they looked
Then her eyes met hers for the first time in months
The curly-haired girl was also watching their friends from across the counter but now her eyes were on you. Looking into your soul as if she knew what was behind it. You returned the favor staring straight at her. She started to look at what you were wearing her eyebrows knitted at your shirt as she walked towards you “What the hell are you wearing” she laughed. You gave her a bitchy look “I took inspiration from you” Odessa said smiling in her face. Clarisse was confused but then remembered the day they stopped being friends. Clarisse scoffed “I think I wore that bra a bit better than you huh?” Clarisse said referring to the time you gifted her a bra set that she wore for your ex. That’s when Luke came up behind her handing her a drink. You weren’t jealous you could never be jealous… as if could ever be… Jealous. Odessa scrunched her nose. “How cute, I’m gonna go barf now” she indicated as she pretended to put her finger down her throat walking off as she made eye contact with The other woman who was just in front of her face
Hours into the party everyone was either buzzed or drunk people ate like there was no tomorrow. Odessa’s friends handed her a vape but she declined knowing it would lead to her being hungry. She didn’t want to eat too much knowing her stomach was out in the open. She started to worry about her weight after Clarisse had made comments when they were friends. She then took out her phone and opened a notification from a random Snapchat user she added earlier. Spiteful_goddess. She opened the snap from them which read “Meet me in the bathroom” showing a picture of a bathroom from the second floor. Her friend Annabeth looked over at her phone “That could either be a serial killer or a hot hookup waiting to happen.” You looked at her confused “Is there no in-between?” You ask “No.” She said leaning back as she ate a slice of pizza. “Well, I trust you to tell my story? Of how I lived a good life and all that” you tell her walking away to find whoever sent you the text
You heard a group of guys whistle when you walked up the stairs and ignored them all guys are pigs
You asked the person to send another snap of the bathroom because there were about 3 upstairs you spot one of your friends making out with her boyfriend and going into one of the bathrooms.
“Not that one.” You got a notification on your phone looking as you saw the bathroom was connected to a bedroom you walked into the only one open and looked for the bathroom. She then opened to door slowly half expecting to get stabbed. She looked around the dark bathroom confused
She turned on the light to find a gorgeous girl sitting on the countertop of the sink. A voice spoke to her “Hey bestie”
You weren’t surprised only someone obsessed with you would make a whole new Snapchat account and make you chase them around a house of drunk horny teenagers. She hopped off the counter and shut the door behind you to keep you from running off. You stare at her blankly. “Clarisse did you wanna check up on me and see if I had another ex you can steal or?”
I asked her sassily. She rolled her eyes “Listen I get it what I did was shitty but you don’t get it Odessa.” She said as if she had the right. Now she was making me mad “ I don’t get what? you backstabbing me? Because you’re fucking right I don’t get it!” I yelled in her face “People use to compare us 24/7 I got tired of it it was always, Odessa is better than Clarisse at this or even Odessa has a better this and all that bullshit” she yelled back “So yeah maybe I hooked up with your ex just to see if I was better than you in some ways than others, so forgive me for trying something new” she continued.
I gave her the most unapologetically pleasing face “ You can try new anywhere with anyone and chose fucking Luke? Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me?” Tears threatened to leave the girls eyes as she yelled at Clarisse again. “He always praised you like you were his most prized possession. “I wanted something like that.” Clarisse said softly. “Something like what?” You asked her she looked you straight in your face “Something like you… a prized possession” At this point she backed you into the wall her hand on your hip and the other reaching towards your phone. “What are you doing?” Odessa asked the girl. Clarisse grabbed your phone and set it on the counter looking back at you. She wiped your tears and kept her hands on your face “I know you saw us in the woods the day.” She stared into her eyes “I’m not mad about the shirt thing either. And I’m sorry for what I did to you… to us and our friendship.”
“I just don’t know how to handle my feelings towards you and I come up with dumb shitty ideas that are not right in any way whatsoever,” she says
You look at her in shock “Did Clarisse la rue just apologize to someone?” You ask. She looked at you seriously “She did.” She looked at her eyes “Are you drunk?” You ask in a hushed tone. Clarisse looked at your lips then your eyes “No.” Her hands brush your hair out of your face as she leans in to kiss you. It was a passionate kiss she held you like she never wanted to let go and this would be the last time ever she would have to touch you again. She wanted to make it last. She moves her leg towards the girl's heat, not breaking the kiss. Odessa gasped allowing access for Clarisse to slip her tongue in •
She felt intoxicated by the kiss moving her hands to rummage through the other girl's hair and pulling it Clarisse let out a breathy moan Clarisse pressed her leg harder against the girl's heat as she did this Odessa let out a quiet moan As they kissed and fought for dominance. Odessa opened the bathroom door leading them into the bedroom the fell onto the bed breaking the kiss Odessa was straddling Clarisse looking down at her
As they reconnect lips the door bursts open a random guy enters “PARTYS BEING RAIDED” he yelled as he ran out of the room. Both girls looked at each other confused as they looked in the hallway of people running wild trying to either hide or get out of the house. I grabbed Clarisse's hand “We should leave.” They Ran out of the room and through the back door pushing through drunk teens yelling that the police were outside they laughed as they made it out and a block down, Still holding hands.
“That was a shit show” Clarisse says
“You’re my shit show” Odessa replies
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you are now in tune to the midnight hour
makin your soul shiver, your spine quiver
the one and only, daddy longstroke
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Kiss it (I’m Irish) 😘💚🤍🧡🍀
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the dare - c.s
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female reader x chris sturniolo
summary: three years down with chris, forever to go right? what happens when one night a drunk confession turns everything from good to worse
warnings: angst, drinking, kissing, grinding, yelling, swearing, some grabbing, use of y/n, plot twist? (no good ending) lots of dialog and povs
word count: 1,930 words
requested by @astronomysturniolos
tonight in the sturniolo household, everyone was getting ready for a party. parties aren't really your thing, but everyone is going to be there. supposedly THE party. you were between chris's and nicks room. getting nicks opinions on your outfit choices, doing your hair in chris's room and dancing in between.
you were beyond happy, and your laughs surrounded chris's room as he pulled you close to him, peppering you with kisses on your face and down your neck. feeling so loved and happy to have chris in your life. seeing how much of a big softy he turned out to be.
about twenty minutes later, everyone was ready to go. everyone agreed it would be best to get an uber just in case. as you wait for the uber, chris interlocks his fingers into yours while leaning in and giving a soft kiss on your cheek. the uber eventually arrives and you make it to the party.
parting ways with nick and matt as soon as you get there, and going to the living room to dance. swaying away to the music and enjoying the presences of your boyfriend. drinks were being offered here and there, watching as chris took shots and playing pool in the other room, and now bouncing from the couch and around the pool table, winning and losing games as you became tired.
the party winding down after a few hours have passed. people still drinking, making out and somewhat leaving as it becomes 1:30 in the morning. making some eye contact with nick as he motioned us it was time to go. you and chris stumbled out under his arm, still managing to walk out hand in hand as you both adjusted yourselves. waiting for the uber once more to get home and rest.
you finally reach the house and say goodnight to nick and matt, as you and chris sit on the couch. straddling his lap and leaning in to kiss his face. "i had a fun time tonight, but my feet hurt so bad" you wine. "i told you not to wear these heels" chris says, laughing softly in my ear. "but their cute and plus they made the outfit look good" you say rolling your eyes. "you make anything look good" chris adds putting your hair to the side to softly kiss your neck. "mhm, is that so?" you say giving him access as you lifted up your head a bit so he can kiss lower. "most definitely" he says as he places a kiss on your chest and moving his hands to your waist.
"i don't think i believe you" you say as you start to slowly grind yourself on him. "then im just going to have to show you" chris says as he shifts himself into a manspeard underneath to give you both better access. "your talking out your ass sturniolo" you say smirking. "sturniolo huh? calling me by my last name now, are we?" chris says as he guides your hips more on him to feel his hard on. lighty laughing you take chris's face in your hands to kiss him, tasting the liquor as you both fight for dominance, chris obviously winning as he smirks into the kiss and pulling you more closer as if he was going to lose you.
"mhm" chris says pulling away smiling, "why you smiling baby?" you say trying to balance yourself better. chris didn't answer, he just let out another soft groan and kissed your neck once more. leaning you back so he can kiss your stomach as you decided earlier to wear a two peice outfit instead of a dress. lowering the top part of your skirt to kiss lower he says "fuck im so glad i did that dare" slightly mumbling on that last part. you clear as day heard chris, but he had been drinking so you wanted him to say that again.
"what?" you say pulling yourself away from chris. "mhm?" chris mumbles. "what did you just say chris?" you say more stern. "i didn't say anything ma" he said slurring his words. "yes, yes you did chris. you said you were so glad you did this dare. what dare chris?" you say holding onto his shirt. once more chris didn't respond. making you more frustrated as you lean in and grab his shirt tighter "what fucking dare chris? please don't do this to me" you say feeling as if you just seen a ghost and the pain of his words went right through your body.
"dare?" chris's face went red as he knew now exactly what you were talking about. "yes chris, dare. what dare are you talking about" you say feeling your voice tremble again. "look ma, i was going to tell yo-" "tell me what chris?" you say completely cutting him off hoping this wasn't going were you thought it was. "i was going to tell you when i thought the time was right but that never came, we were having so much fun and i didn't want that to change. so i asked you out and now look at us. three years together" chris says trying to grab your hand. "tell me what chris? what do you mean when the time was right? " you say as you have now moved farther away from him.
"i- i was going to tell you- tell you that the reason why i had originally asked you out was because of a dare." chris stutters out. "WHAT?" you screamed. "a dare? are you fucking kidding me?!" you say as you feel like your heart was just shattered into multiple pieces. chris now stands up and walks towards you, "no! don't you fucking dare! oh my god were you ever going to tell me?" you yelled out. chris didn't answer, he just lowered his head. "look at me! were you ever going to tell me!?" you yelled as you felt your tears just roll down your face. chris didn't answer once more, fidgeting with his fingers. "oh my god, you never were going to tell me, were you?" you say stepping closer and lifting his head. "look at me, fucking look at me" you added once more.
"no- no i wasn't" chris says putting his head down again. "three years chris, three years together and you never even thought to mention it? do you even love me?" you said hesitantly, you were so scared now. you just spent the last three years with chris to find out all of this was because of a dare. "of course i love you" chris says lifting his head back up and cupping your face. "you clearly don't if you were willing to keep this from me, how did this even start?" you say completely unready for his answer. "well i was playing a game with-" "A GAME? a fucking game chris? you say completely cutting chris off.
"can you just let me explain instead of cutting me off? chris says completely annoyed. "excuse me? i wasn't the one that fucking lied our whole relationship!" you yelled back, thinking to yourself no way he just said that to you. "i didn't lie, i just held back a little something" chris says sitting back down. "you didn't lie?! oh really-" "chris? y/n? what's going on? why are you both yelling? it's almost four in the morning. matt says as he rubs his eyes. "im sorry matt, go back to bed please. i was just leaving" you say grabbing your purse and phone. "your leaving?" matt and chris say in sync. "yes im leaving, im not doing THIS anymore. i need some space" you say making your way down the stairs and heading outside. leaving chris to follow.
as you pull up your contacts to call your friend, you turn around as you hear your name. "y/n, don't go. look please im sorry" chris says as he continues to walk closer. "oh so now your sorry? before i could barely get you to admit it, now your sorry? save it chris" you say turning around continuing to dial your friend once more. "y/n i love you, and im so sorry i meant to tell you but-" "no chris" you say turning around. "no your not sorry and don't you dare say you love me, because best believe if you did you wouldn't have done this to me, to us. was three years not enough? three years of loving you, really not enough?- or better yet did you even like me in the first place? our talking stage? was that a lie too chris? or was it just everything afterwards?" you say feeling your eyes water again.
"was any of it real?" you added now facing the street and looking down to type out a quick text to your friend, "yes it was real-" "stop, just stop! im not going to stand here and have you lie to me. three years chris, three years i spent loving, wanting to be with you so bad, i thought this was it, i found the person i was going to spend the rest of my life with. you made it so easy, you made me happy, you made me love you more than anything else" you say completely mumbling the last part. "please let's just go inside, let me make this work" chris says, you hear the pain in his voice as he said that
but was any of it real? how could have it been, he asked you out over a damn dare. and were did that get you? you spent the last three years loving someone that didn't actually want you in the first place. " im going home" you say walking down the sidewalk. "ma" chris cries out. "you don't get to call me that, not anymore at least." you say stopping in your tracks. you hear chris mumble. "i should've never did that dare, i should've waited a bit for my feelings to surface" "and you know what chris? i should've never said yes. but here we are" you say continuing to walk up the street. feeling your heart completely shattered.
chris watched you as you walked away, it was like his feet were glued to the sidewalk, he wanted to run after you but he knew how much he hurt you. you had every right to be mad at him. he hated himself for never saying anything to you and for never in the first place, asking you out because he wanted too. he had to accept that dare in that moment and be mr big shot but were did it get him? the one girl he was excited to share life with, wants nothing to do with him now.
you on the other hand couldn't believe it, you just spent the past three years of your life with someone you'd thought would never do this to you, he always felt and seem so genuine the way he did his small gestures, the small dates, concerts, drive-ins, movie nights, park dates. all of it was all a lie. you wanted to spend your life with him, marry him and have a family with him. you wanted everything and he wanted to lie. as much as part of you wanted to turn around to him, you were so heart broken that three years was not real. so now he had you walking up the street wondering
was any of it real? or was it all an a allusion?
would any of this would've happened if he just told the truth in the first place? would you actually be willing to make it work? or is three years of lying the breaking point? that didn't matter though, you were going to have to spend the rest of your taking care of your baby without him. the baby you both created, tonight was going to be the night you told him. that never came, so you walked up the street to the stop sign and waited for your friend as you rubbed your belly. "it's just you and me now" you say with tears rolling down your face again
a/n: this isn't as good as the matt version, also has no reason to be this long buttt i tried and im sorry it's a bit rushed, i started at home and finished on my break at work. if you have any requests let me know. love you guys 🧡
tags: @astronomysturniolos @nicksmainbitch @samandcolbyfan22 @sturniolossss @sturnlova
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To My Dearest One (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader)
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Premise: Leon comes home after a mission.
Sad Vibes/Slight Comfort, Song fic
Word count: 1072
Content warning: Not beta read or really edited if I'm honest. Vague Infinite Darkness and RE6 spoilers. Leon and his whole deal, especially post-RE4 stuff. Depression. Isolation. Implied suicidal thoughts. Reader is sort of a living emotional crutch for Leon. Also reader is not quite all right. I can't write domestic fluff for the life of me. Look, the grammar is going to be a mess, I constantly switch between using APA, AP, and MLA on a regular basis for professional stuff. My brain is gonna zone out here.
Song fic time and first time writing Leon. Came up with the idea while I was studying for my interrogation test for history and I had a concert where this song was performed playing in the background. Finished writing this in between studying for my psych exam in a couple days. Hope you enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
Song: Itoshiki Hito E (To My Dearest One) by Kotobuki Reiji (CV: Morikubo Showtaro), Translation by Utapri No Sekai (slight variation by me)
The apartment is quiet besides the sounds of light music and cooking as he enters. Despite living there for a few years, it lacks much character causing it to feel hollow. One of the only things proving that it was Leon's apartment was the sun damaged photos, yellowed with time.
One of them from years ago as he visited Sherry on her birthday. The smile on the girl's face. Claire.
It all felt so distant.
Everything grew out of reach. Nothing seemed to last for a broken man, especially for one who had the bright sparkle in his eyes beaten out so violently.
As he approaches the kitchen, the smell of onion and herbs wafting through the air, Leon notices the nostalgic yellow tinted light that colors the white walls.
At the stove-top was a familiar figure standing before a pot of soup.
You.
A heart made of glass is always... hurting anything that tries to touch it. Yet you embrace it so tight without fear.
His arms wrap around your waist as his head sits upon yours in this rehearsed dance. He smells your shampoo as he takes a deep breath.
"Welcome back, Leon.” You say in a light tone as if he wasn't gone for a little over a week. "I'm making tortellini soup tonight."
He can hear how much you missed him. Even if you don't say it, those feelings tinge your voice.
"Mmm," he sighs with closed eyes, "That sounds good. Haven't had that in awhile."
Leon’s hold on you is strong. He wants to savor the moment.
There’s an itch in the back of his mind; one that would never leave. That this relationship would only hurt you. That he was taking advantage of your kindness. That he could never express just how much he loved the sense of normalcy you brought.
As if sensing his emotions, you quietly grab his left hand with a softness Leon wasn’t used to feeling.
Your hands were light compared to his calloused hands, which were covered in blood. Regrets marred his digits.
The plush feeling of your lips is unfamiliar to his inner wrist. This intimate touch caused Leon to melt.
A simple touch, a simple act, a simple situation in your eyes but it doesn’t feel so simple to him.
A clink as the spoon is set down. You turn around to face him.
But such happiness is sometimes, through cruelty of God, suddenly in front of my eyes… disappears and it makes me so scared.
The look in your eyes, how greatly it contrasted the steely eyes he would see everyday. Fresh eyes that didn’t twist with fear, changed. Not hardened by painful experiences. The look in your eyes is different.
Tired but understanding.
It is something that Leon was grateful for. A calm in a life that he felt so little choice or support in. A happiness from not feeling alone.
A deep hunger satiated but it caused a fear to rise.
What if you saw what he faces everyday? What if you got hurt even more than before? What if… you left?
They kept scratching at the back of his mind.
I live only for your sake. This voice will take an oath, to my dearest one.
Night carried on. Dinner came and went. No discussion of his work.
The ticking of the clock counting down the seconds before the feeling of the mattress would soon greet the two of you. The nighttime routine felt so unfamiliar. He was a stranger to this domestic moment.
“Apparently Sara,” your coworker, Leon had to remind himself as you spoke, “had decided to drag me out while you were gone. Saying that I was being too focused on work again.”
You roll your eyes in a familiar manner as you wipe the skin of your face with a cloth. There’s a soft, tired look, one that is aware of reality.
“Right.” Leon responds. “I already know you were hunched over your desk, typing away at a proposal looking like Gollum." He chuckles as he remembers the first time he saw you at work.
“Hey.” You pout cutely in response, before sitting on the bathroom counter and sighing. “Let me see your face.”
You put out your hand expectantly and he obliges as he puts his chin in your hand. Reaching with your other to grab his cloth and wetting it with water, you smile sweetly with the look that Leon loved.
A careful caress with the cloth as you clean his face. Your thumb traces over faint scars, reminders of the memories he can never escape. There’s a tightening in his heart at this touch.
As you finish and wring out the cloth, you turn back to face him still sitting on the counter. The softness of your hand shifts to cradle the side of his face.
In response, he lifts your chin with his fingers and gives that charming smile of his. “I have the world in my hands.”
“Not sure about that.” You reply softly. “Pretty sure I got it in mine.”
As you get into bed, due to a learned habit after living with Leon for four months, get into the side of the bed away from the door. He lies across from you and lets out a heavy sigh, as he feels exhaustion wash over him.
His hand finds its way to your waist as the light turns off. Leon’s face burrows itself in the crook of your neck, like something was commanding him to get as close as possible to you. To find the core to the warmth. The rhythm of your breath, a lullaby, gently sends him to sleep as his fingers curl atop your skin slightly.
Even at that moment, the scratching turned into digging.
Your eyes heavy and on the verge of the precipice, a whisper drifts from Leon’s lips as he is asleep.
“My only… Make me happy when…”
Will it be sent to you? Will it be conveyed? Words will never be enough… for this feeling of mine, to my dearest one.
By the time the rays of the sun bounce off your gentle skin, Leon is awake and doesn’t move as he watches you sleep peacefully. A smile creeps onto his face as he notices a line of drool.
In that moment, the man, who long lost his faith and wishes, says a silent prayer.
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