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shadesslut · 8 months

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it takes two, pt. 2

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Gf!Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader x Gf!Ethan Landry)

Content Includes: (Slight knifeplay, smut)

Summary: Chad and Ethan...have fun with Y/N.

part 1

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She screamed as she saw the two figures out of her peripheral vision. She rushed over to her kitchen island, reaching for the knife drawer before Chad grabbed her by her arms. He pinned her back against his chest, and he held her arms behind her back in a firm grip. Ethan softly chuckled, closing and locking the door. He stepped towards Y/N’s struggling body, pulling out his own knife. Her eyes widened at the sharp blade, and she struggled against Chad’s grip even more. Which unbeknownst to Chad, was turning him on even more.

“P-Please,” She cried as Ethan stepped closer to her.

Ethan tilted his head and waved the knife around in the air. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we don’t wanna hurt you.” She didn’t believe him. She kicked and threw her head back, trying desperately to get away. Chad bent his head to the side and down to look at her.

“We’re gonna make you feel good,” Chad whispered, lowly.

Ethan nodded along with him, and he reached down to trace the knife over the thin material of her tank top, before hooking his thumb under and cutting it down the middle. She gasped at the cold air, her tits now bare. Ethan licked his lips under the mask, and he reached behind her to palm Chad’s now growing boner. Chad groaned, still looking at her peaked nipples. “Do you like your present, sweetheart?” Ethan asked sweetly.

She glanced at the vial that she had dropped before and back to Ethan. She didn’t answer, and Ethan grew impatient. He ran his fingers down her neck slowly, and she shook under his touch.

“We just want you to feel good, baby, for your birthday. Is that okay with you?” Ethan asked.

She paused for a moment. She knew this was wrong, what they were doing was wrong, but the wetness between her thighs craved for them both. She felt sick, ashamed, for feeling this way. She lustily looked at Ethan, answering his question, and he immediately took off his mask, smashing his lips onto hers. She didn’t have any time to react, to see that the boy who held his knife against her stomach was her neighbor. She kissed back as she closed her eyes, and Ethan momentarily pulled away to take off Chad’s mask, kissing him.

Y/N looked at the two boys in shock at their reveal. She also felt her thighs press together involuntarily. “Ethan? Chad?”

Ethan and Chad had pulled away from each other and looked at her with devilish grins. Spit fell out of their mouths, connecting them with a droopy string.

“You remember us?” Ethan asked.

“‘Remember’? I think about you both all the time,” She admitted nervously. Chad smiled, and he pulled her head back, connecting their lips. Ethan bent down and put his mouth on her nipple, other hand fondling her other breast. She gasped into Chad’s mouth, and Chad shoved his tongue in, immediately exploring her mouth. Chad reached his hand lower and found Ethan’s curls. He tugged harshly, making the younger boy moan at the sensation.

Y/N pulled slightly away, and she looked into Chad’s eyes longingly. “Can we go to the couch?” She whispered. Chad’s cheeks grew warmer at her softness, and he nodded, flicking at Ethan's head. Ethan looked up with an annoyed expression.

“She wants to go to the couch,” Chad ordered. Ethan stood back up, grabbing Y/N and carrying her bridal-style. She yelped as he picked her up and laid her on the couch. Chad walked over, taking off his robe, then his shirt. She stared at his now bare chest in a mesmerized gaze. “You like what you see, baby?” Chad asked, gently grabbing her by her chin. She nodded slowly, looking up at him through her lashes. Ethan watched the interaction with a dark look in his eyes as he breathed heavily.

Chad was growing impatient, he slowly started to undo his pants, slowly tugging them down. Her eyes trailed down to the hair that was placed right under his belly button that led into his boxers. She softly whined at the sight, leaning forward to trace her tongue down the line. Chad’s mouth opened, and he softly gasped. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his thighs. His cock sprung out and hit his stomach, precum leaking from the slit of his tip. She reached out for him, and wrapped her small hand around his length.

“Mm, fuck,” he groaned. He bucked his hips forward, gaining friction from her hand. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around his tip, earning a breathy moan from him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ethan’s hand move up and down in his pants.

She sunk her mouth down halfway on his cock, eyes tearing up at the stretch. He was big, and he knew it. He smiled satisfactorily, resting his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down a few inches. She let out a muffled whine, and she began to bob her head back and forth, moving her hand along the rest of him where her mouth didn’t fit. She kept this pace for a few seconds, and Ethan leaned over to her, whispering in her ear, “Touch right here,”

He grabbed her free hand, and he placed it in the space right behind Chad’s balls. Chad looked at Ethan and Y/N with wide eyes as he felt their hands graze the sensitive spot. She applied pressure, roughly rubbing where Ethan had told her. Chad let out a groan, his back arching over at the overstimulation.

“Ah-fuck, fuck!”

Ethan smiled, and he pulled some of Y/N’s strands away from her forehead. He saw Chad’s thighs rapidly shake and his hips buck up. Ethan grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, and he pulled her off of Chad. “What-” Chad began, before Ethan interrupted him.

“Shouldn’t we be making the birthday girl feel good?” Ethan asked, looking at Y/N, who had spit running down her chin. Chad panted and smiled down at her.

“Of course,” Chad answered softly.

The two boys had positioned her to lay on her back, head leaning against the cushion. They had pulled her bottoms down, making her fully naked. Her legs were spread wide open as Chad and Ethan held each leg down. Chad was laying over Y/N’s lower stomach, with his arm wrapped around her leg, and Ethan was on his knees on the floor, his hand pressing down on her other leg. Both of their tongues vigorously licked at her cunt, Ethan fucking her with his, while Chad focused on her clit.

She was a moaning mess, it just felt too good. Chad let his free hand fondle her breast, his index finger flicking over her nipple. She had cum twice already, but the boys didn’t stop. Ethan was basically dripping onto the floor with his precum. Every now and then, he would grind against the couch, hissing at the form of relief. Chad’s tongue moved quicker, in small circles, causing Y/N to whine.

“I’m gonna…” She groaned, feeling Ethan’s index and ring finger push inside of her. He curled his fingers roughly, the sounds of her wetness filling the air. She moaned one last time, arching her back up as Chad and Ethan continued licking her juices.

The white liquid spewed out of her as she came, and Chad and Ethan fought to lick it up.

“Dude, you took it all,” Chad pouted at Ethan, who only licked his lips.

“Here,” Ethan responded, taking Chad by his jaw and open-mouth kissing him. Chad moaned into his mouth as their tongues intertwined. They both pulled away, and they turned their heads towards Y/N. Her eyes fought to stay open, and she yawned. They looked at her sweetly, internally screaming at how beautiful she looked.

“Poor thing is all fucked out, isn’t she?” Chad cooed, softly kissing her forehead. She hummed softly at his touch, and Ethan rubbed Chad’s back soothingly. They both stared at her for a moment, then looked at each other, and they noticed both were still hard.

So, very quietly, trying not to wake her up, they jerked each other off. They quietly gasped into each other’s necks as they finished, and after cleaning themselves up, they snuggled against Y/N. Chad reached over for a blanket on the arm of the couch, and laid it on the three of them. Ethan kissed the back of Y/N’s neck before giving Chad a peck on his lips. Chad smiled and draped his arms over Y/N’s stomach, hand resting on Ethan’s arm. Soon enough, the two boys slowly drifted off to sleep, ever so grateful that her parents forgot her birthday.

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jazzsonly · 7 months

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ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴢ

pairing(s): wednesday addams × fem!reader (implied.)

warning(s): mentions of being shot, angst. not proofread.

summary: all that woe inside you wrapped in a bullet wound.

part two. (coming soon!)

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you couldn't pinpoint what this feeling or what these feelings were, they seemed to mix together like presents in a box, a bow to go on top. envy, anger, woe all wrapped in one inside of you; the box.

you would add solace to that list but it was forced. you told yourself it was better this way. it was better that she ignored you all summer, it was better she came back and still didn't talk to you, it was even better she came back to be with him.

after all, she's the reason you're on medication and crunches. she got you shot twice, why would you want to be with her anyways? let alone talk to her.

wednesday addams was an emotionless black hole of trouble.

that's how you swallowed that bow and box to look at it.

that's how you managed to watch them sit together in now Ms. jekin’s (was ms. bandt's) botanical science class. In fact, that's exactly what you were doing now.

xavier had drawn a spider, snake, and a scorpion, all for wednesday who smashed them to dust in a 'playfully' way.

"glaring won't help." you turned to your seat-partner and roommate, bianca.

"i wasn't…” you trail off in defeat, if you didn't care so much why were you glaring.

envy started to come up.

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with your book-bag on your shoulders, you made your way to the quad with crunches at aid. you had no idea how damaging two shots to the abdomen could be, it'd been four months and you were still in a crippled state. well, you could've healed quicker if you didn't take up ajax's idea of ‘water wrestling.’ whatever the hell that was anyways.

cute but clueless, enid would call both of you.

you searched the quad for the pair in fact, only to find them seated with wednesday and xavier. of course your best friend had to date wednesday's roommate and friend. you could sit with bianca but you would spare yourself her judging siren friends.

maybe you could get away to your room.

"y/n!" or so you thought—

you stare as ajax, who waved you over with tense and bewildered gaze. enid definitely got that clueless part right—about both of you because you moved towards the table.

"sit down, idiot," the boy took your tray, sitting it next to xavier.

kill me—no, bury me alive. you thought.

you moved your crunches to one side of your body and took a seat, setting them on the ground.

the way you sat, you only could face ajax and enid.

"we're all going to jericho later and you're coming. no butts, ms. Crunches."

"i told you to stop calling me that, medusa."

"and I told you to stop calling me that." ajax attempted to throw a fry in your direction but you caught with your mouth.

“please do not throw food, the last time you guys did this I did not like how it ended." enid spoke of your mini food fight.

"it was one time!" your best friend defended.

the time went on in lunch and you wordless sat staring off. ajax was occupied with enid and it wasn't like you could talk to anyone else. You aimlessly scrolled through your phone for ten minutes, even checking enid's blog; where you quickly founded she wrote about xavier and wednesday.

you played anger birds for a bit but that got boring. You went into your text log, looking for anyone but you resurfaced your message to wednesday.

june 12th, the second last day of school, beginning of summer:

hey.

june 13th, the third day of summer.

how's thing? I miss him lol

how's ur novel going?

but none of those messages were to be responded or looked at all.

delivered. not even read.

you shuffle out the message, deciding to ultimately just click your phone off. you sat there now aimlessly staring around the quad, you still had fifteen minutes of this torture to sit through.

──────── dreading part two cos i hate writing wednesday dialogue

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popeheywardssecretgf · 1 year

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Chad Meeks Martin fics & blurbs

Chad is an Underrated King™

lmk if there's any characters/fics you want me to add

still updating as I read more!

ik this isn't all of them!! (it's mostly ones I liked)

also idk whats going on w/ the links, but they won't go over the full text-- my bad

Personal fav's & ones I consider to be PERFECT= ♡

Fluff

Domestic!Chad♡ Dating College!Chad It's a bad habbit♡ High by the beach (+smut hc's)♡ About you♡ You are in love♡ Dating Chad Meek's Martin headcannons Melodic Love Jealous? (+slight angst) My Girl(+slight angst) "I didn't know you ever were”(+angst) Too busy being yours♡ Pretty Chad Comforting You (+ slight angst) Dating Chad Meeks Martin (pt. 2) Stupid for you Stay with me You're not dead Back Off (kinda angst) I thought I lost you Still love you (+angst) Friday night♡ Is that my shirt? Alphabet: A,C,D (+smut) Chad defending you♡ If you want to

Smut

After Hours♡ High by the beach (fluff + smut hc's)♡ Generous Save a horse, ride a cowboy Threesome w/ Ethan)♡ Hickey's Ride a cowboy I can fix this Tunnel vision Step on me Pussy Eating Chad + Almost getting caught Alphabet: A,C,D (+fluff) Open Arms Car Fingering

Angst

My girl (+fluff) Jealous? (+fluff) "I didn't know you ever were" (+fluff) POV" you fall pf the ladder instead of Anika Chad comforting you (+fluff) Karma

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theebubblegumbitch · 1 year

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Thinking about Chad Meeks Martin bringing his gf to a frat party (slight smut ensues)~

Being a little too excited when you match his Halloween costume (a slutty cowgirl ofc~)

Spending maybe the first ten minutes of the party actually socializing before whisking you away upstairs because he just can't take seeing you prance around in that tiny little cow print mini skirt anymore :(

Taking his time teasing you before he places you on top of his lap so you can stay true to your costume ;)

Watching in awe as you bounce on top of him, with the full costume still on, consistently praising you on how well you're doing

"Oh my god you're doing so good."

"You look so gorgeous, keep going, just like that."

Throwing his head back as he gets close to cumming, reaching his hand down under your skirt to stimulate your clit so you can cum too

Even more praise after you've both come down from your highs

"That was so amazing, you did so good..."

"I'm so lucky to have you, you're so beautiful."

Giving you lots of little kisses as aftercare before making sure you both look presentable when you go back downstairs to rejoin the party

A/N: sorry it's not a full fic I don't have any ideas rn but please gimme some!!! My asks are wide open ESPECIALLY for this man so don't be shyyy <3333

-With love, from Miss Grace~

#~grace writes!#smut #writing #chad meeks smut #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks fluff #chad meeks martin fluff

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emmalandry · 6 months

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟙 ~ 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

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All you'd been hearing from Mickey for weeks is how much he wants you to sit on his face. As pretty as he is you didn't want to crush him to death, How could you live with yourself if you accidentally suffocated your beautiful boyfriend?

But eventually, you have to give in, you can only take so much "please baby's" leaving his lips as he gives you puppy dog eyes. So here you are, hovering over his face, hesitating.

"Cmon babe, just sit. I'll be fine. Besides, this is how any man wants to die." He sounds so sure in his words so you lower yourself down. You gasp when you feel his tongue enter your cunt. It feels so good, you can feel yourself beginning to grind against his tongue, his nose bumping your swollen clit.

"Go ahead baby, Use me. I know you want to." How were you meant to say no? His tongue felt so sweet inside you, like heaven. So you use him. Sitting lower on his face as you grip his hair and grind harder. You can feel the funny feeling in your tummy bubbling up.

You begin to clench around his tongue and you can feel him lead up to lap and suck at your clit. It pushes you over the edge, gripping his hair from the root as you finish all over his plush lips.

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

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astrxq · 7 months

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chad x reader who’s dewey’s god daughter

she’s been distant lately and after an incident at a frat party he comes to check up on her and she apologizes out of nowhere and he’s all confused and she just vents and cries about how guilty she feels

(maybe she’s the one who called dewey instead of gale and that’s why she feels guilty)

a shoulder to lean on

chad meeks x reader

notes: warnings: (underage drinking, mention of scars, slight mention of weed, drunk!reader) i think that's all?? ughh i don't really like this but the lack of chad fics is criminal

words: 2.6k

Maybe letting Tara get you a drink hadn't been such a good idea; the taste of pure vodka with a hint of lemonade burned your throat, making you involuntarily wince. You turned to Tara, who was smirking mischievously, clearly amused by your reaction.

"You alright there?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

You coughed lightly, trying to regain your composure. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it to be that strong," your voice is slightly hoarse.

Tara chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You said you wanted something strong, didn't you?"

You managed a weak smile, nodding in acknowledgment. You figured you'd get used to the taste, just like Tara seemed to have from the looks of it. Her pirate headwrap was about to fall off her head, and she had been talking and dancing with people she barely knew all night, even introducing you to three or four "new friends" she had made.

"Yeah, well, I didn't mean 'knock-me-off-my-feet' strong," you retorted. Tara laughed, taking a sip from your cup before walking back to a new target to befriend.

As Tara disappeared into the dancing crowd, you took another sip of the potent cocktail, determined to get through it. Trying to make your way to the couch where Mindy sat with her new girlfriend, you bumped into a few people along the way, each one giving you a dirty look or a friendly nod as the brim-filled drink spilled a bit every time you brushed past someone.

While trying to pat your dress dry, you didn’t pay any mind to Chad calling your name, only noticing his presence when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a tipsy-looking Chad with a cowboy hat on his head, the varsity jacket now long gone.

He reached out his hand to flick the cat ears perched on your head. "Nice ears," he slurred, grinning widely. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

“Nice hat,” he grinned, his hand moving to your waist, and the other one reaching for your cup. “I thought you were coming with Tara?”

“Yeah, she’s…” you gestured around the crowded room, “I might've lost her.”

Chad chuckled, his laughter slightly slurred from the alcohol. "Classic Tara," his hand squeezed your waist, making you look at him. "Well, you're not alone now. What are we drinking?" he asked, his eyes scanning the cup he'd just taken from you.

You shrugged. "Vodka and lemonade," you replied, gesturing to the cup. "Consider yourself warned, it's pretty intense."

He gave you a look before chugging some of the drink, immediately cringing. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "Told you," you teased.

Chad’s roommate approached, a cardboard costume covering most of his tall frame, and he rambled about how the loud music mixed with whatever shots Chad and him had done before made his head hurt.

You couldn’t help but zone out, taking small sips of your drink and trying to ignore the taste as you stared at Chad. The whole friend group had been through so much in Woodsboro, and you couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t seem to be hurting as much as you were.

The stab scars on your left arm and your stomach felt like a constant reminder of that hospital. Of Dewey. As you continued to pretend to listen to Chad's roommate's complaints about his throbbing head, your mind drifted to the events of the past year.

The Woodsboro incident had left you scarred, both physically and emotionally. The loss of Dewey had hit you hard, and the memories of that terrifying night still haunted your dreams. You couldn't shake the feeling that the danger wasn't entirely over, and you had become more vigilant and cautious, constantly looking over your shoulder.

Sam was the only one that knew about the nightmares that left you shaking and sweaty with fear about the masked killer and your godfather. And she made sure to reassure you that you weren’t going insane, that she also had those dreams. Sometimes, when you get in your head, you can feel the scars start to hurt again, you remember the pain, the fear, and the loss all too vividly.

You only focused back on the conversation when you felt Chad’s arm wrap around your shoulders, and a single tear on your cheek, which you quickly wiped before the boys could notice it. The topic had changed from Ethan’s poor alcohol tolerance to Chad forgetting to take his dorm keys.

Chad continued to talk to Ethan, while keeping his arm around you and his thumb tracing eight-figures on your shoulder. You leaned into his side, taking solace in his presence. The relentless pounding of the music and the swirling chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background as you felt the soothing rhythm of his thumb and the drink that, just like Tara promised, didn’t taste so strong now.

Soon enough, Ethan was dragged away by a smiley Anika, begging him to dance because Mindy refused to. “What’s up?” Chad asked, moving your hair behind your ears and cupping your face.

“Hm?” “You’re really quiet,”

You sighed softly, gazing into Chad's eyes as you tried to remind yourself that this is just how Chad was, touchy and flirty. "Just tired, I guess," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded in understanding, his hand gently stroking your cheek.

“Do you want to leave? I can walk you.”

You looked around at the swirling, chaotic party and then back at Chad, his expression filled with concern. The offer was tempting, and you appreciated his consideration, but you couldn't help but feel that you needed to confront your fears and the memories that still haunted you.

"I appreciate it, Chad," you said, a soft smile touching your lips, "but I think I need to stay here a bit longer. I'm not ready to let this party beat me." you joked.

He eyed you for a second, hesitating, before letting go of you and giving you a smile. “Let’s find Tara, yeah?”

Finding Tara, giggly and sharing a joint with Mindy outside, also meant that Chad saw the beer-pong game you walked by on the way. “Ohhh, I see something I like.” he said, dragging you towards the table as the girls started a joke-telling competition in gibberish.

Tara and Mindy's laughter echoed in the background as you and Chad approached the table. Two sweaty boys on one side of the table, dabbing each other up and chugging drinks to celebrate their win.

Chad grabbed a nearby ping pong ball and turned to you with a mischievous grin. "You ever played beer pong before?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You chuckled, feeling a bit of adrenaline rush through you. “Uh… I've seen it in movies. Does that count?" you replied. He shrugged, “Eh, I’ll teach you.” He passed by a couple to stand on the opposite side to the boys, holding two ping pong balls in his hand with a grin.

He handed you one of the balls, leaning closer so you could hear him talk. "Okay, so you see those cups over there?" He pointed to the triangle of red Solo cups arranged at the far end of the table, each filled with beer. "We throw the ping pong balls into their cups. If we make it, they drink. If they make it, we drink."

You stared up at him, feeling fuzzy because of the drink Tara had made you earlier and because of how close he was standing, his chest almost touching your back. “Ready?” you hesitated, not really trusting your tipsy aim, but Chad gave your hip a squeeze before focusing on the cups again.

Chad took over, having sobered up enough to not miss his shots. You, on the other side, missed enough shots to empty your cups, "Alright, don't worry," Chad reassured you, a playful grin on his face. "You're getting the hang of it. Just focus on the cups and take your time."

Feeling the alcohol begin to take its toll, you hoped your drunken state didn’t lead to an embarrassing display. You aimed for the last cup, missing by mere inches. The beer pong ball bounced off the rim and rolled across the table. Chad leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, it's all in good fun. We can make a comeback."

His warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else – the scars, the nightmares, and the chaos of the party. It was just you and Chad, engaged in a playful game with the world fading away.

And just like that, it downed back on you, all at once.

Chad must have noticed the change in your demeanor because he gently took your hand, his touch offering a reassuring anchor in the midst of the emotional storm. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. It’s just a game.”

Your eyes met Chad's, his gaze warm and understanding, but you could see the concern etched in his expression. The chaos of the party seemed to intensify around you, the laughter and music becoming a cacophony that threatened to drown you. The weight of the past year bore down on you, the memories of that terrifying night in Woodsboro, the loss of Dewey, and the constant guilt that ate at you for calling Dewey for help.

He wrapped an arm around you, “You drank too much,” he said, putting down the cup you were holding because of your last miss. “Let’s get some air.”

Chad led you away from the beer pong table, guiding you through the crowd of partygoers. The night air felt cool against your skin as you stepped outside. The chaotic sounds of the party faded behind you, and he led you outside with a strong hold on your hand, and an arm around your waist.

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and steady your racing heart. "I'm sorry,"

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to apologize for anything. We all have our moments."

He didn’t say anything when you stayed quiet, looking down as he walked you to your dorm. Once you reached the building, Chad stopped and turned to face you, “Keys?”

You fumbled around in your bag for a moment before finally locating your dorm keys. You handed them to Chad with a grateful smile. "Thanks," you said, still feeling a bit overwhelmed.

You stepped inside your dorm, and Chad followed. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You sat down on your bed, and Chad took a seat beside you. He didn't say anything for a moment, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, he rubbed your back, “Why?”

“For Dewey.”

Chad's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't blame yourself for what happened to Dewey. None of this was your fault," he said in a soothing tone, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. "We all lost someone we cared about last year, and we're all still trying to come to terms with it. It's okay to feel the way you do."

Wiping at the tears that covered your face, you hiccuped as Chad stared at you. "I know, but sometimes it's just hard to shake that guilt, you know?"

“None of us blame you for what happened. Dewey was trying to protect us all, including you.”

Chad pulled you into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. "We all have those thoughts, but it doesn't change what happened. You're not alone in this, okay? We're here for you."

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands like he’d done earlier that night. “Why haven’t you told us about this?”

“Sam knows,” your voice broke as you shrugged your shoulders, “but I didn't want to burden everyone with it. We've all been through so much, and I didn't want to add to the weight on your shoulders."

Chad's eyes held a mixture of concern and understanding. "You're not a burden, and you shouldn't have to go through this alone," he said softly. "and we've got your back. That's what friends are for."

He kissed your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back to give you a small smile. “You know we all love you, right?” you stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. You’d distanced yourself from the group since the murders, not enough for them to stop talking to you, but seeing their faces made you go back to that night.

"I do," you finally whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "I love you all too."

Chad's thumb gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, “I’ll make you something to eat, yeah? So the alcohol goes away a bit.” you nodded and he kissed where your tears had been just seconds before he wiped them.

While Chad prepared a simple meal, you took the opportunity to wash your face and change into more comfortable clothes. When you returned to the kitchen, the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches filled the air, making your stomach rumble. He handed you a plate with a smile, and you both sat down at the small table in your dorm room.

“Thank you," you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight."

Chad smiled, "Of course,”

As you both finished your sandwiches, Chad cleared the plates and put them in the sink. You watched him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You're a great cook," you remarked, genuinely impressed.

Chad chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Well, I've had a lot of practice. Ethan is a horrible cook."

You appreciated his lightheartedness and humor. It was moments like these that made you feel like you could truly escape the darkness that had been haunting you. "I'm glad you're in my life, Chad."

His smile widened, and he approached you, gently cupping your face. "I'm glad I'm in your life too," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He squished your cheeks with his hand, pushing you to chuckle as he showered your face with kisses. “So, so glad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he pulled you back in for another hug. After a while, you both pulled away from the hug, but Chad kept his arm around your shoulders, his touch grounding you.

“So, what now?" you asked, looking up at Chad, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't felt in a while.

"Well, we could watch a movie, or we could just sit here and talk. It's up to you."

You considered your options for a moment, feeling the weight of the past year slowly lifting from your shoulders.

"A movie sounds good," you finally replied, a genuine smile gracing your lips as Chad played with your fingers before standing up to lead you to the couch. He places another lingering kiss on your forehead as you sit together, his arms wrapped around you and, just for a moment, you think about how he makes you feel safe, how his presence eases the ache in your heart, even if just for a little while.

The two of you settled on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, with a comforting movie playing in the background. Chad's arm remained around your shoulders, offering silent support as you both immersed yourselves in the storyline. Occasionally, he'd squeeze your shoulder or run his fingers through your hair, a wordless reassurance that he was there.

#chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks #chad meeks smut #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks fluff #mason gooding #scream movie

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velvrei · 9 months

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Idk how sending in requests works but I'm begging for more sub Chad pls 🙏🙏 also I love your work sm you're amazing truly godsent

thank you anon ur so kind<3 yk i’m always up for sub chad

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watch and learn

pairing : chad meeks martin x reader

summary : reader walks in on chad getting himself off and decide to help him out, but not by touching him.

warnings : sub!chad, guided masturbation, use of mommy, (3 times) chad gets caught, subby & flirty chad, mentions of sex but not actual sex, chad gets himself off to a polaroid picture of you fucking

word count : 2k

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

you always loved the fact that your dorm room was down the hall from chad’s. it made it easier to see him, you could go be nosy and see what he was doing that was so important rather than not answering you.

and that’s exactly what you were doing. you and chad planned on hanging out that night, and you were texting him, asking him what time you should come over. it was ten minutes with no answer.

normally, you wouldn't be too concerned if he was gaming with ethan or something, but ethan was gone for the night, and your phone hadn't notified you that he was playing online. which led you to question yourself, eventually leading to you grabbing your overnight bag and walking over to his dorm room.

you slowly opened the door and entered, hoping to see him on the couch in the living room, but he was nowhere to be found. you put your belongings down and began looking.

you usually wouldn’t even think about snooping around his dorm like you were, but those thoughts continued until you heard a loud moan come from his bedroom.

you started questioning the fact whether he was cheating, but quickly brushed it off, trusting him, and also knowing he’d be stupid to do it before you guys hung out and with you right down the hall.

you approached his room, quietly pushing open the door, your jaw dropping at the sight.

chad was splayed out on his bed, shirt off and sweatpants squeezing his thighs, a small, tan item in his right hand. his left hand was stroking up and down his cock as he squirmed and cute small sighs exited his lips. you couldn't stop staring. your big, buff boyfriend was wailing and jerking off to a picture of you. not just any picture, but a polaroid taken when you last fucked, when he fucked you from behind, yanked your head up by your hair, and took a gorgeous picture of your orgasm face with him smiling in the background.

you clenched your thighs together as his moans increased it’s pace, watching as chad’s back arched, and his name fell from his lips a relentless amount of times.

you almost wanted to take a picture of how pathetic he looked. it was hot. you couldn’t watch any longer, leaning on the door frame to his room and speaking up. “well, what do we have here?”

you watched as he panicked and turned to you, shoving his cock back into his grey sweatpants. the butterflies in your stomach lowered with each step you took, closer to him.

“i-” his voice was just above a whisper, a huge wave of guilt washing over his face. you smiled down at him, using your hand to cup his cute face. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, baby. you don’t have to hide from me.” you said, crouching down so your face was level with his. he watched your face carefully, for any sign of disgust, to which he found none. you just simply smiled at him, genuinely.

“you didn’t have to stop, either.” you spoke, firmly, watching with a cheeky grin as his dick twitched from your tone. he went to speak, but no words came out, he couldn’t form a proper sentence.

it’s almost like he wanted to get caught, cock in his hands as he stroked it to the thought of your tight walls around him.

you took matters into your own hands and stood, sitting on the end of his bed, “i didn’t want to interrupt you, honey.” you noticed the polaroid was no longer in his hands. you lifted his leg up, and found it laying under.

“trying to hide this from me?” you said, showing it to him as if he hadn’t already seen it. he slowly shook his head, remaining silent as you spoke again. “you don’t have to hide at all, you just look so fucking hot, all sprawled out for me, pumping yourself to the thought of me. i’m so wet because of you.”

you watched as chad’s head fell back, “fuck, yeah? is that right?” feeling his dick twitch against the fabric of his sweats once again. his heart skipped a beat when you got onto your knees, one hand on each of his legs. “yeah, baby. that’s right.”

his big brown eyes looked up at you when you adjusted yourself, your body now towering over him as you sat highly on your knees. “you want my help?” you smiled at how quickly chad nodded, gulping hard.

“okay, baby, keep stroking yourself.” his eyes widened, glancing down at your tits in your spaghetti strap shirt, before wrapping his hand around his thick cock, gripping it tightly. “stroke yourself, slowly. just like i would.”

chad moaned as he slowly pumped his dick, head falling back and eyes scrunching shut as he listened to the sweet sound of your voice. “good job, baby. did you cum before i walked in?” it was a little of a stupid question, but you had to make sure.

chad shook his head. your hands rubbed up and down his trembling thighs. “use your words, sweetheart.”

he moaned out before answering, “no, i didn’t.” he was a little embarrassed of the position he was in, stroking himself and doing exactly and only what you allowed him to. he whimpered, his pace painfully slow compared to before you walked in, now he was starting back to square one.

“good boy,” you praised, smiling as he melted, “now speed up your strokes for me. okay, honey?” chad nodded, incoherent sounds leaving his mouth as his hand gained a faster pace, finally fast enough to actually get him somewhere.

“mmm, yes, baby. that feel good?” he nodded slowly, sobbing out his current desperate state.

“fuck yes, feels so good, mommy, so good.” you watched as a rambled along a string of words, not making any sense but adding to the fucked out affect he had going on.

you just sat there and smiled, watching your 6’3, strong, buff boyfriend get himself under your command. something about him being such a big man and still being completely obedient and calling his shorter, not as strong, girlfriend, mommy, really did it for you.

“mommy,” there it was again, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum. can i cum please?” his voice was his usually raspy sounding, but slightly deeper as he was fucked out and moaning so much. he moaned again, a deep moan, making your pussy throb and thighs clench together, tightly.

you leaned down, his cock right in front of your face, “go ahead, chad. cum all over mommy’s face.” that last part sent him, drawing him over the edge as his face contorted into pleasure. he watched and moaned, panting as you stuck your tongue out for his sticky white stuff to cover.

you scrunched your eyes shut as his cum painted your face, half landing on your tongue and the other half on your cheeks and forehead. his hips bucked as his last drop landed on your tongue, and you swallowed it, and sat up, carefully opening up your eyes.

chad’s eyes opened after his high, seeing your face lathered in his cum and he almost got hard again at the sight. “maybe i’ll take a polaroid picture of this, too.” he spoke, cockily, smiling at you with his cheeky little grin you loved.

you smiled, “i was waiting for you to say something like that, don’t get too cocky, you were the one calling me mommy ten seconds ago,” you said and he gasped. you got up and ran into the bathroom before he could scoop you up.

you got a washcloth, and went to clean your face, but he stopped and did it for you, looking directly into your eyes as he did so, admiring his beautiful girlfriend. “my pretty girl.”

you giggled and pushed his face away from yours, knowing if he kept that act up you’d be fucking like animals for the remainder of the night. “stop that.”

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veryberryjelly · 7 months

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travelling around the country with professional footballer chad <3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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spiderlandry · 9 months

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Can you do a Chad Drabble with the enemies to lovers/ close proximity trope?

can do, anon! i love the close proximity trope, but i’m not too experienced with enemies to lovers but i hope you like it anyway!

100 follower event

warnings/tags: mention of a bad experience(? vaguely), mentions of alcohol consumption, parties

bad idea — chad meeks-martin

Chad doesn’t know what he did to make you hate him.

Prior to meeting you, he’d seen you around before. It’s difficult to miss you even on the large campus—you were attractive. And when he found out that you were friends with Mindy and Anika, he was overjoyed to have a close connection to you because it meant that he could get to know you.

He noticed that you were slowly becoming part of the friend group, getting to know the Carpenter sisters and Quinn, and in turn his roommate, Ethan. And so he waited for you to approach him first.

But you never did. Ever. He began to notice how you avoided him when he greeted you, responding with a curt ‘hi,’ but without your smile. Not that he thought you owed him, of course—he just had no idea why.

And he asked Mindy.

She responded: “Oh, yeah. They don’t like anyone from the football team. Thinks they’re assholes.” With a laugh, refusing to elaborate on that bombshell his sister just dropped.

Chad’s logic? If you think he’s an asshole, he may as well just be one. So that’s how he began to act around you.

It’s been over a year since he first met you. He teases you when he can, provoking you at any moment possible. He hasn’t seen you around in a few weeks.

(He’ll never admit that it makes him sad.)

Tonight’s frat party is up and running—just a little bit of fun before finals start. Everyone takes their mind off things.

So how exactly does he find himself in the basement, locked inside? He doesn’t know.

“Hey!” He bangs on the door incessantly, trying to catch anyone’s attention from the other side. He can hear snickering and the music, and that tells him that he won’t be let out any time soon. Justin must have done this, he thinks, berating his friend. As payback for eating his food yesterday. “This is fucking stupid.” He mutters under his breath.

He descends down the stairs, shoulders slumped, throwing the empty red solo cup on the ground.

But his eyes catch on a familiar figure standing against a wall, seemingly surprised at his presence. You.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t expect an answer, frankly because he believes any conversation he’s had with you has been less than ten words.

“It’s a shit party.” You shrug.

He scoffs, “So why’d you come?”

“Bored.” Your lips purse into a thin smile.

“Is this why they locked me in here? Because you’re here?”

You laugh, and he tries to push down the way his heart leaps at the sound. “I don’t even think they know I’m in here. Why would they do that, anyway? Am I that bad to be around?”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate me.”

Your eyes narrow, “I don’t.”

His brows shoot up. “Really? Okay, then.” He walks closer, stopping a foot away. “Why do you never stay when I’m around?”

He tries to ignore how your eyes wander to his arms. The sound of his throat clearing is apparently enough for you to stop practically gawking at him. Did you like his muscles? He can't help but be plagued by the thought.

"Alright, fine." You sigh, admitting defeat. "I try to stay away from guys like you."

He's baffled. So you really do just hate frat guys? Based off a generalization? He bites his tongue when he wants to add that Ethan is in a frat too. The same frat as Chad! And you still have no problem with Ethan! Do you hate jocks? Is that it?

You seem to notice his inner turmoil, though you don't understand the stress over one person's opinion of him. But to him, it's your opinion that he cares about.

"What do you mean by guys like me?" He shrugs, trying to brush off the fact that he almost spiraled in his head.

"Football team."

Ah, so Mindy was right.

"Why?" He tries not to sound desperate, but you don't even realize anyway, as something reminiscent of a shadow passes over your face.

"It was just a bad experience. And all the guys on there defended him. I can't get into it."

Oh.

And now he feels like the asshole.

He's familiar with the guys' antics, he really is. He knows how they speak about others without regard. The stories he's heard always make him leave, seeking better company.

"But..." You visibly slump. "I know you're Mindy's brother. And I know she tells me you're not like those guys. But I'm cautious, okay?"

He nods, wanting you to continue.

"I only really hated you during the first few weeks. After that, I just kind of...I don't know, felt bad that I treated you like that, you know?"

He doesn't know why he feels so elated, but he does. He extends his hand as a peace offering.

"Wanna do a truce?" He asks, a curious lilt to his voice. "You can get to know me and form your own verdict. Then you can decide if you like me. Sound fair?"

You smile. You smile, and it's genuine. To him, nothing beats that.

Well, nothing except what comes next.

You shake his hand, closing the distance between you and him. The hitch in his breath is noticeable but you don't say anything.

"I think I already like you," You admit. Truthfully, when you saw Chad, you felt the warmth radiating off of him. He was protective of those he loved. Even when he began to provoke you for no reason, you loved it.

Your lips are so, so close.

But you practically jump away from him at the sound of the door opening, accompanied with a male's voice and the music of the party, shouting for Chad to do shots.

He's wide eyed, wanting to continue what was about to happen, but you shrug and walk away. But you still leave him with a, 'Let's continue this later.'

#scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream x reader #scream #chad meeks martin #chad meeks-martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks fluff #chad meeks martin x reader

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virginburial · 9 months

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more sub chad pls🙏 your work is brilliant

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he's just so pretty too :,)

Chad Meeks Martin CD mix! .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

sub!chad and you have been placing bets on who can last the longest during sex. now seemingly switch!chad has been cranking up his arrogance to one hundred; "I'm going to make you cum all over yourself, it's embarrassing." he would mumble to you throughout the day to rile you up. it's kind of charming to see sub!chad try to pass as dominant, but you knew the truth that deep down, chad meeks martin was an over-zealous needy sub who talked too much. the bet was brought up again, which led to more flirting, then kissing, then foreplay, and so on.

sub!chad almost had you beat with how well he was kissing down your body, but you knew he was worshipping you more than using you. poor sub!chad had no idea how much porn you watched to prepare yourself for this. after five or so minutes of just kissing and dry humping, you begin to palm him, and it pulled sub!chad off his high horse and into the trenches of submission. next thing he knew, he was under you, looking up at you with mercy. "Angel-" he softly whimpers.

you slowly glide the Fleshlight (you bought specifically for this, you can thank the hub for inspiring your recent purchase) down his stiff and lubricated cock. after all the palming, sub!Chad got desperate and whipped his cock out. you started to tease him for trying to rush you and it turned into this: "mhmfuck, mommy?" his breath shakes, slowly resting his body on his elbows, his jaw slacked from all the pleasure as his deep eyes stare into yours. "y-you're fucking killing m-me over here." he huskily breathes out.

you let out a soft hum, slowly sliding the fleshlight up and running it around his tip as he lets out a low moan. "awh, so much for making me cum all over myself, huh?" you taunt him. A smile appeared on his face as he realized that he was the one that got himself in this predicament. "cmon baby...I-i just like-like to t-tease you un-until you do some-something about it-" "-I am, and you can't even say a complete sentence without stuttering...how embarrassing." you jab before picking up the pace.

a gasp leaves him with a series of curses and swears under his breath. "fuck-shit okay! I'm sorry-" "-mhm, not good enough." you flick your wrist a bit faster. you could see how pleasure transformed sub!Chad, how his muscles tensed up and his pupils dilated with passion, how his back arched slightly at how well you were winding him up. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-!!" he whines out as his breathing got heavier and heavier.

"are you?"

he nods. "y-yes!! yes, I'm so-sorry mommy, I just wan-wanted you to-to touch me-j-just give me the-the real thing please!!" he pleaded.

and you laughed. "mhm, try not to cum." you respond, seeing if he could actually last longer; this could easily make you twenty bucks richer. you start rocking your hips as the fleshlight bounced with you, you could feel sub!Chad tremble under you as more of his repressed moans start to slip out. it didn't take long for him to embarrassingly cum all over himself. his cum running down his shaft and staining his jeans as he cries out for you, whining at how you're milking him and overstimulating him. that'll teach him not to put money where his mouth is.

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა

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shadesslut · 9 months

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✮MASTER LIST✮

Requests: Temporarily Closed!

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

SCREAM MASTERLIST

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S MASTERLIST (Mike Schmidt)

(I will not write: smut with real people or minors, step/incest, rape)

#masterlist #scream #ethan landry x reader #chad meeks x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ethan kirsch #scream 6 #scream vi #mason gooding #jack champion #chad meeks x ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #chad meeks fluff #chad meeks smut #chad meeks imagine

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jazzsonly · 24 days

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SCREAM MASTERSLIST

main-masterslist.

SAM CARPENTER FICS ⋆⭒˚.⋆

better than me. part two. part three. (coming soon!)

used to this. part two. (coming soon!)

how many things. [request] (coming soon!)

TARA CARPENTER FICS ⋆⭒˚.⋆

favorite crime. part two.

everlong. [blurb]

one of your girls. [blurb]

goodnight n go. [blurb]

tattoed!reader headcon

green eyes. [blurb]

love on the brain. [blurb/wip]

pink matter. (coming soon!)

no bs. (coming soon!)

til dawn. (coming soon!)

she will be loved. (coming soon!)

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN FICS ⋆⭒˚.⋆

woman. (coming soon!)

ya man ain’t me. (coming soon!)

sex. (coming soon!)

i luv your girl. [chad’s version] (coming soon!)

san francisco. (coming soon!)

flight of the navigator. (coming soon!)

can i [request] (coming soon!)

everlong. [blurb] (xsibling!reader.)

AMBER FREEMAN FICS ⋆⭒˚.⋆

hung up on. [blurb]

french sex. [blurb]

little bit. (coming soon!)

— 👩🏽‍💻 these are the only scream characters i write for!

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ultralightpoe · 10 months

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Karma - Chad Meeks

Authors Note: Second part to the Midnights Event, if you love Taylor Swift then go check that out. And make sure to put in your request for SOUR!

MIDNIGHTS EVENT

Word Count: 5717

Warnings: A lot of slut shaming, ghostface

The amount of times i rewrote this and STILL HATED MY WORK LMAO

Enjoy!

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

All you can do is roll your eyes as you see the newest post by your ex boyfriend Chris, ignoring the embarrassed flush your body naturally has as you clear your throat to relax. This was just a string of slut shaming posts that would mean nothing in three weeks when he would dump the newest fling and she would take the stage of scorned slut.

All you had to do was wait.

But as you read the comments left under the childish instagram post calling you prudish your stomach was twisted and you felt like you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock and starve to death. Rape threats and insults from his teenage boy fanclub? Handle that easily. Multilevel insults from gorgeous females that should have been on your side? They hurt like hell.

Your eyes well with tears at the ‘No one wants her anyways’ comment left by bailytaily before you shut your phone off and slammed it onto the table in front of you. You didn’t come to the library to read comments and cry, you came to study for an exam so that’s what you would do.

But when you threw your phone on the table you had caught the attention of none other than Chad Meeks, who had been hiding in the library to avoid the likes of social media and their obsession with the two time ghostface survivor.

He really didn’t want more pity about the Ethan situation.

He had planned to keep his hood up, study and stay away from everyone but when a loud slam draws his attention from the essay he was writing his eyes drag up to you and for a second he forgets the rest of the world exists. You don’t bother to look at anyone else, instead you go straight to the books, wiping your eyes as casually as you can and Chad has to talk himself out of going to your table.

You wanted time to yourself, she obviously wants time to herself, don’t push it….. Besides she’s not Gale Weathers approved and you don’t need another ghostface roommate.

But he can’t take his eyes off you, and before he knows it he is gathering his things, shouldering his bag and walking over to your table. He sets it all down in a smooth motion, plopping into the seat across from yours and smiling at you when you glare.

“So who is the dick?”

“Oh I’m sorry…. I….” You look around for a moment before looking back to him and smiling at his patient expression. “Do I need to sign an NDA before or after a white dude in a white mask jumps out to stab me?”

“Ouch. That was brutal.” He gasps, and any other moment he would be defensive. But when you say it he has to fight back a laugh. “Well I haven’t gotten any cocky phone calls so I think we’re good. You wanna tell me about the dick now?”

“Ex.”

“What’d he do?”

You hesitate a moment, eyes glancing around the library to see everyone already staring at the two of you. Of course they would, you had just been publicly humiliated and Chad Meeks had been….. well .

But then you see his eyebrows raise, and a nervous gleam in his eye and you give in.

You explain that you had been dating the deans son, a very popular kid that came from a very rich family. And things had been going great until you found out he was sleeping with other girls, and when you confronted him about it he had released some…..explicit photos of you.

“So you’re the enemy right now?”

“Someone has to be.” You shrug, and turn back to your work. But Chad keeps his eyes on you as he comes up with a plan, nodding his head and smiling when he figures out what to do.

“Let’s take him down then.”

“Oh yeah?” You laugh, watching his smile widen even more. “How do you want to take down the prince of this school? Word of the wise? He’s an untouchable white boy.”

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers along as you lean forward to match him.

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m Chad Meeks- Martin.”

“So?”

“No one knows Karma like a ghostface survivor.”

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

You had planned to make your first appearance with him at a frat party, his choosing, and he had insisted he come over to help you get ready.

So there he sat on your dorm bed in a loose short sleeve button down with jeans and a simple gold bracelet, oozing confidence. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he covered his stomach whenever someone talked to him, like he was hiding it even though the shirt already did.

But it wasn’t your business.

“Okay let’s go over the rules again.” You sigh, showing him a dress which he immediately shakes his head no to.

“We’ve gone over the rules dozens of times.” He groans, falling back into your mattress. “No bad mouthing, no fighting, no sex talk. Your image is important, we are just cleaning it up. We will attend this party together, get pictures and I will be good to go and you will no longer be the ‘scorned slut’.”

“I do not sound that robotic.”

“Yeah, you actually do.” He sasses, lifting his head to watch you for a moment. You walk into the bathroom and come out in a dress that has his eyebrows lifting. “I thought you said no fighting?”

You stand there confused, face heating at his attention before he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “You plus that dress plus frat party, tell me math nerd……what does that equal?”

“Aaaaa……..bunch of fun?” You start skeptically, laughing when he claps his hands with a ‘WHOOP’ and dives off the bed to reach you.

“Let’s take this fool down!”

So you both showed up the the party and Chad kept his hand on the small of your back as people snapped photos of you both with the flash. After a moment he grabs you both drinks and drags you to the dance floor.

When you wake up the next morning your feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, the ones at the door where you had obviously posed but then they descend into real pictures of the two of you on the dance floor having a blast.

Without really thinking about it you saved that photo to your phone.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

The party had been fun, Chris’ attack had not been. Honestly the joke was on you for even trying, you should have known to just leave it alone.

Because three days after that party Chris uploads a picture of him posing in a ghostface mask with the caption ‘Screwing the survivor and she still won’t get a role’. Wow. Just wow. You were just about to scroll through the comments when there was a heavy knock on the door and your roommate was grunting out in anger.

Tip toeing to the door and sneaking a look to find Chad in the hallway, looking tired as ever as he fixes his hoodie with one hand and holds two coffee cups with ease in his right hand. You open the door slowly, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry….”

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion at your whisper before he casts a quick look over your shoulder to see your roommate and then without a word nods his head for you to come into the hall. He watches you move to grab your own hoodie and waits to lead you to the common room, handing you the coffee he got for you before shrugging.

“That was bullshit.”

“I know and I am so sorry, honestly I can’t even imagine-”

“No. I mean a bullshit response. I’ve been stabbed nearly 20 times and that’s all he’s got? I’m not standing for half assed slander here, we are upping our game.” Chad smiles and when your eyes widen at his own expression he finds himself feeling absolutely giddy. “How do you feel about football?”

“Never seen a single game.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Cause my ‘girlfriend’ needs to be at my game, wearing my jersey of course.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because the dean attends all my games, don’t you know? He takes our groups publicity very seriously.”

You smile and hug him before he can react, breathing in the soft cologne scent before wrapping his left arm around you very slowly.

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

So there you sat on a friday night, hair and makeup done up as you huddled close to your roommate for warmth, laughing as she tried to fix her leather skirt.

The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering for most of the game and as hard as you tried you really could not figure out what was going on. The team was winning, that much you knew by the amount of yelling and dancing happening behind you. Chad had seated you in the front section of the bleachers, right next to Tara Carpenter and his sister Mindy who was still walking with a crutch.

You had said hi to them and both had given you a skeptical look before you moved to your friend and you had no clue why that stung so much. You and Chad were just trying to take down your ex boyfriend for shits and giggles, it’s not like you had to get along with his group.

But then the game was over and the crowd went wild, everyone was standing and cheering including the dean and within moments it had been decided they would all run to the field to congratulate, so you let people run past you and held out a hand for Mindy to help her on the bleachers before keeping a firm hold so she didn’t slip on the wet grass.

Chad meets you both halfway, smiling from ear to ear when he hugs his sister before turning to you and pulling you into a passionate kiss. It shocks you for a moment, before you are lifted up by your waist and then the next thing you do is kiss back, because dammit Chad Meeks is one hell of a kisser.

For a second all you could taste was vanilla and coffee, his lips warm against yours as his hands squeeze your hips. But then the warmth is gone and the cold friday air is left. When you manage to open your eyes you see him smiling from ear to ear at the dean and his son, your ex, who was glaring back.

Oh…right. The Karma Game.

Embarrassment claws at you before you smile it off, patting his arm when you notice the way he carries his left arm a little closer to himself. ….had you ever seen him hold anything in his left hand? Ever?

“Hey, Chad?” You start, eyes tracing his arm before he smiles at you.

“I have to go get changed, there is going to be a party. We going?”

“I’ll wait here.” You nod and he rushes off before you can say anything else.

Spider-boy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

The game only amplified from there.

Chris posts a throwback photo that he crops you out of with the caption ‘took out the trash’? Chad posts a fun little video of him teaching you to skate. Chris posts a photo of an old photo of himself wearing your panties on his head like a crown, the very same panties that you had worn in the explicit photos? Well Chad imitates the picture with a new pair of panties and you on his shoulders laughing your ass off.

Chris heads to a party? Chad is twirling you around the dance floor with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

Back and forth and back and forth, slowly the mean comments began to fade out and all your free time was spent with Chad. You studied together, and went for coffee and played video games.

And your crush on him had been rapidly growing.

Honestly you wouldn’t have been able to fight it if you tried, because who didn’t fall for him once they got to know him?

You just had to keep reminding yourself that he was helping you get revenge, that was all.

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

“Oh come on!” He whines, allowing you to hear his heartbeat through his chest. He was laid out on your bed, leaning on your pillows with you laying in between his legs allowing you to push your ear to his ribs and listen. He liked the warmth and you liked the sound of his heart. Win win. “When they go low, we go lower.”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it, you know?” You sigh, tracing shapes into his side with the pad of your finger. “We’ve already destroyed all the scorned slut rumors and all the jealous rumors. I’m no longer getting hate, why keep going?”

“Because he posted those photos of you!”

“They are just photos.”

“Photos that you get defensive about whenever I bring them up, look at your little scrunched up face right now.” He laughs. You had asked him towards the beginning if he had ever seen the photos, and he had told you no which had made you feel so much better in general.

“He’s not worth it anymore.” You admit, turning your head so your chin was laid on his chest and you can stare up at him. “We’ll still hang out though, right?”

“Couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

“Hey, Chad?” You whisper, the pad of your finger running over a bump on his chest that you knew to be a stab wound poorly healed.

“Yeah?”

“Can I see them?” His eyebrows scrunch up when you ask, confusion written on his face before you explain further. “The scars. I just feel like you are nervous about them and you don’t have to show me or anyone else because it’s not our business but I want you to know that I think you’re perfect and when you are ready….”

His hand slides up to find the one on his chest and he keeps it to him for a bit before leaning down to kiss it, the breath leaves your lungs and you can’t do much but watch as his lips meet the palm of your hand softly.

“How about another time?” He whispers.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Turns out that was a big lie.

Now that he wasn’t trying to piss off your ex, Chad barely texted you to hang out, and whenever you texted him you always got some half assed response on how he was busy.

You tried not to let it bother you, hanging with your friends for a couple days before trying to text him again.

Mathnerd: Movie night in my dorm? U can pic the movie……:)

He doesn’t respond for another hour, and when you hear your phone ping you desperately lunge for it.

Meekman: not tonight. core4 stuff.

Ah yes. The Core4, also known as the ghostface survivor squad that hated your guts. Well they didn’t really hate your guts but they didn’t like you whatsoever, and somewhere along the way it had really started getting to you, to the point that you had asked Chad if there was something you could do to help it.

He had only shrugged and said not to worry about it and that had been that.

Mathnerd: ok, just lmk when ur free.

Read.

How wonderful…….

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

“Is that her, again?” Mindy scoffs when Chad’s phone beeps.

“Yup.” He sighs, not bothering to look at it. He already knew it was you inviting him to hang out and he had already used the core4 excuse last week. He was running out of excuses and honestly there was nothing more he could say.

“Tell that little ghostface freak to fuck off.” Tara snaps, throwing one of Mindy’s pillows at where he laid on the dorm floor.

“Well hello there.” Chris laughs, clearly drunk off his ass way too early in the morning.

“Fuck off.” Chad snaps, turning back to the line ahead of him and trying to decide what coffee he wanted this morning, but it seemed your ex was not ready to leave him alone.

“So she is happy now that she’s living her dream?”

“She is, yeah.” Chad grunts, jaw clenching as the hot breath of the fool hits his cheek.

“OH so she finally told you then?” This caught Chad's attention, and his gut twisted as he slowly turned to the boy behind him.

“You’ve got three seconds to explain.”

“Oh it’s no biggie, just that your girl was a part of a huge bet to see who could fuck one of you guys after that Landry kid fucked you all up-” As he talks he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his camera roll to pull up a photo of some roster. ‘THE GHOSTFACE RACE’ and four names down your name had been filled in.

At first Chad wants to laugh because it didn’t look like your handwriting and he didn’t believe it, but then he thinks back on you asking why the Core4 didn’t like you, and you asking about his stab wounds.

He had run straight to Mindy's room that day, explaining everything.

“Who would have thought she was a ghostface fan.” Mindy laughs, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth when he flips her off.

“Honestly the whole plan was laid out perfectly. She targeted the most trusting one-” Tara joins in and that pained feeling in Chad’s chest tightened in.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He was 2 for 2 right now, and after Ethan he really could not handle another. Out of all people, why did it have to be you? And why did he fall for it so easily?

Behind your sweet adorable smile was a conniving plan to join the core4, 15 minutes of fame and all you had to do was twirl your hair and giggle.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

(I'm still, I'm still here)

“Is there a reason you are ignoring me right now?” You snap, taking the seat across from Chad in the library, doing your best to remain calm. But that was hard when it had been 2 weeks of nothing from Chad. “Because I-”

“Just save it, yeah?” He sticks his hand in the air as a sign to stop moving to pick up his headphones.

“Save WHAT?”

“This whole speech you probably have planned. I really don’t need you giving me excuses. We both know you were just using me for the fucking fame-”

“Excuse me?”

“Chris told me everything! About your sneaky little plan to be a part of our survivor group? You know who else did that? Ethan.”

“Oh so you’re buddies with Chris now?” You didn’t know what hurt worse, the way Chad had been ignoring you or the way he just name dropped the man that ruined your life for months. “You hang out with him and laugh at me in between blow jobs from groupies, huh? Talk about what a slut I am together?”

A bitter laugh escapes him as he leans back and the two of you have gathered the attention of the other students and the librarian. “Funny enough we really don’t concern ourselves with the fangirls.”

“FUCK YOU!” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes. “You are just as big of a pig as him-”

Your chair screeches across the ground and you snatch your bag up, whirling as the librarian rushes to yell at you both. Chad's chair screeches behind you and you hear him shout your name before the librarian snaps her fingers and mutters a “young man!” But he is already reaching for you and yanking your elbow to turn you around. “If I’m the pig then you are a slut!”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-”

“Oh you don’t agree? No? Should I pull up the photos of you online? The ones you willingly sent to-”

“How about I pull up the photos of your stab wounds that you like to pretend aren’t there. Or how about I just-” You swing your bag and hit his left arm harshly which makes him flinch and groan in pain.

“Fuck…..” He hisses, holding his arm tightly before looking back at you and seeing the tears streaming down your face. The truth seems to shatter in front of him in an instant, his heart beating so fast he feels like it’s jumping out his chest and he can’t breathe. “He lied…..didn’t he?”

He didn’t need you to answer, because he had already known. Of course your ex lied, and he used the one thing that Chad was deeply insecure about. The gaping hole he had in his trust that Ethan tore had left a permanent mark, and this is just the first time he’s realized it.

“Go fuck yourself.” You sob out, mascara running down your cheeks as you furiously wipe the tears away. “

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down

You had blocked him after that, on everything. Chad Meeks did not exist to you and you refused to check any social media to see how the world now perceived you. So you pretended that you didn’t exist either. You were not a living breathing creature in the eyes of the internet.

Your roommate had been confused when you told her to never answer the door to him, and she had texted you each time he came over. Not that it mattered considering you hadn’t been back to your own room in weeks.

You had friends and boys to hang out with, fuck Chad Meeks.

And soon enough Halloween came rolling around and you decided that you had to go out and look your absolute best, because there was no other way to celebrate being a slut than to dress like a slut at halloween.

This was your time to shine. Why not since everyone else seemed to think this is what you were?

So you found yourself the skimpiest dress and a lace set of cat ears, your makeup had been sultry and your heels high. Tonight would be the best night ever.

Chad on the other hand had spent the last few weeks obsessing, it had taken all but five minutes to figure out you had blocked him so he had begged Mindy to make a fake account to stalk you……only none of your accounts existed.

And anytime he showed up to apologize at your dorm you were never there.

So he took to hiding in his own single dorm, staring at the empty side across the way where a roommate should be. After highschool he had prided himself on not losing that open trust with people, but then Ethan destroyed that.

He couldn’t trust anyone, and he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror anymore. You had been right that day when you called him on his stab wounds and arm….after he had slut shamed you.

“Okay, enough of this.” Tara snaps, barging into the room in a cheesy star wars costume. “It’s halloween, we always go out for halloween.”

“I think I’m sick of the masks.”

“No. No you are not. Remember? We had a deal. After everything we went through none of us gave up halloween.” She growls, hitting him with a pillow. “Get up.”

“I don’t even have a costume.”

“Yes you do.”

And that was how he ended up at the frat party wearing the costume from last year, stab wounds and all as Tara flirted with some girl in a werewolf costume. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave the corner of the room, but Mindy was keeping him company so it hadn’t been that bad.

Until you waltzed in.

Seeing you for that first time in the library had stunned him, but seeing you now after knowing you had done more than stun him.

“Y/n, hey!” He called, jumping from his seat before you disappeared from sight down the hall and your roommate cast him an odd look.

“Sorry Chad.” She mumbles when he walks up, staring at his stomach for a second before snapping her eyes up to his with a pity glance. “She’s way too deep already, this is our third party.”

“Third party?”

“The other two ran out of liquor.” She sighs and his gut twists in worry as he looks around for you.

“Oh my god.” Your roommate gasps, drawing Chad's eyes back to her only to find her staring at the door, where dozens of people in Ghostface costumes were coming through the door. “I have to go find Y/n-”

“No.” He stops her. “My twin is in the corner, the one with the crutch. Go get her out and I’ll go find Y/n.”

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma is the guy on the screen

Coming straight home to me

The music was blasting through his ears, so loud he could feel the drums beating through his chest, most of the lights in the house were off and replaced with party lights which meant he was finding you amongst a crowd with no actual sight.

He pushed multiple people and his left arm was aching by the time he reached the second level of the house, pushing his way through bedroom after bedroom until he got to the master bedroom. The second his hand touches the doorknob to find it locked he prays that he just missed you somewhere in the house and you were not in there, then he prays for whoever he finds you with. Knocking loudly with his fist and pressing his ear to the door.

He hears a whine from you and then a shout from some guy “Busy bro!” and Chad was seeing red. He slams his body into the door twice and on the third time it busts open and the guy dressed up in a batman costume curses lowly. “The fuck man?”

“Yeah, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Chad shouts, rushing to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall as you scream out. “SHE LOOK ANYTHING CLOSE TO SOBER TO YOU?!”

The lamp on the side table falls and Chad risks a look back to where you are trying to crawl off the bed, reaching to grab your heels. “Y/n? You okay?”

You don’t answer, and for a moment Chad thinks you are angry but then he realizes you don’t hear him. Too drunk to focus on your shoe.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you man.”

“IT WAS JUST GONNA BE A JOKE! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO ANYTHING! IMGAY!” Batman rushes out, trying to get Chad to let go. “IWASTOLD TO GET HER INTO AROOMAND MAKEOUT UNTIL A GHOSTFACECAMEIN AND DUDE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!”

Right. The reason he came to look for you in the first place, the army of masked kids. He slowly lets go of the batman costume and turns to you. “Y/n, come on we gotta-”

You scream before he can get to you and then the world tilts as a masked figure tackles him. All he can see it black for a moment then the mask glints in the light as someone laughs behind it.

“Look how scared he is!” Chris’ voice rings out as he cracks up, the ghostface mask tilting. “Aw don’t be so upset-”

You drunkenly swing the lamp that had fallen at his head, hitting hard enough for it to shatter before dropping the rest. Chris, now holding his head swings to turn at you, launching up to attack you as you make a break for the connected bathroom.

Only you weren’t really fast enough in your state and just as Chris grabs your hair Chad is right there pulling him back to punch him. They fight for a moment, Chads arm hurting like hell, and you take the chance to kick Chris straight in the nuts when his back is turned.

He lands on the floor with a groan and you had planned to spit on him but Chad is there in an instant, pulling you out of the room with rough hands as you whine out. “My heels…..”

But he doesn’t stop, and when you get to the stairs he picks you up to move faster. You whine for a moment as he walks with you in the air before you close your eyes.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend (weekend)

Karma's a relaxing thought

The sun is already blasting in your face when you wake up the next day, groaning as you try to cover your eyes from it, your brain beating against your skull. When you try to move you find that you are trapped by a heavy blanket, only it felt like flesh and was breathing deeply.

And there he was, Chad Meeks, sprawled out on top of you whilst snoring into your pillow. Turning you see Mindy on your roommates bed with your roommate on the floor, accompanied by a pillow and a small throw blanket and in the corner of the room where your tiny sofa (more of a chair) sat you saw Tara curled up into a tiny ball.

“Hello?” You call, voice cracky from sleep and your head still pounding, but they still seem to hear it. It was like even a small whisper had been an alarm in their mind because all three of them launch up and end up waking your roomie in the hassle.

“Everyone good?” Tara groans, moving to cover the blinds to block the sun.

“Y/n, you killed me with that tequila.” Y/R/M whines, shoving her face back into the pillow.

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And why is Meeks in my bed right now?” You snap out, turning to glare at him where he is now leaning against the brick wall with puppy dog eyes.

“Long story short-” Tara starts only to be interrupted by Mindy. “No, long stories short with you will have us here by noon. I’ll explain.”

So she did, ending up summing up the entire night within 30 seconds while you just blinked at her, hungover brain trying to catch up.

“So was there a ghostface? Did anyone get hurt?”

“No, just a really bad prank-”

“Well actually one of them took it too far and stabbed someone so now they are arresting anyone that wore one as a public threat.”

“And who was batman?”

“No clue…… I think he looked like Mikey from my science class.” Chad grunts.

“You’re taking science?” Mindy gasps and he flips her off.

“So why are you in my bed?”

“Because you said he was and I quote ‘my little teddy bear’ and refused to let go” Tara giggles and it was your turn to flip her off.

“I would never say that.”

“You did.” Your roommate laughs and you take a chance to throw a pillow at her. She laughs before a moment of silence fills the room only for it to be broken by Chad who whispers under his breath. “Chaddy is my teddy beary…”

“SHUT UP!”

Karma's a relaxing thought

“No no, you need to get more pumped! Let’s go!” Chad yells from his spot in the center of his room, holding your hands tightly as you both bounce back and forth to the music. You had been a giggling mess and the boa you were wearing was tickling your cheeks.

“We’re gonna be late-” You laugh until he rushes to pick you up from the ground and twirl around. You were decked out in your best Taylor Swift outfit, hair and makeup on point while he was shirtless with his entire back covered in purple hearts for the concert. Then you went as far as to cover all his scars in purple glitter, saying that he had to own it all for the concert.

“And to think, a couple weeks ago I was whining about how I missed the way my brother was.” Mindy snarks from the door, arm wrapped around your roommates shoulders as they giggled.

“CAUSE KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Chad sings, hauling you out of the room for a night of fun.

Karma was indeed your boyfriend, and you would love to bestow it on any ghostface that came near him just as he will destroy anyone that hurts you .

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i have been thirsting, extremely dehydrated beyond repair for the past three days now bc of Chad Meeks Martin. i beg of you, i need more content, he’s just.. so pretty.

hi hi so if it’s not too much to ask, perhaps could i request a fic where the reader is more so friends with Tara and Mindy since she’s a bit more shy and they invite reader over for the movie night and that’s when she meets Chad?? and he’s being his usual beautiful and charming self and she’s just overwhelmed and flustered

xtra brownie points if they give off bratz doll gf x himbo jock bf pls 🥺🫶🏽💞 i love your fics, your writing is inspiring tbh ahsjwjd

Girl's Night Interruptions~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: ahhhhh you’re a GENIUS bunny!! I love this idea!! also i’m so happy to hear that my writing inspires you! ngl that almost made me cry- anyway I hope you love it gorg <333

Synopsis: At first you were reluctant, but when your two closest (and only) friends Tara and Mindy convince you to come to a movie night, you realize sometimes meeting new people is a good thing…

Warnings: none really since this is basically just fluff, use of profanity, Chad being an absolute himbo, reader being a flustered mess!

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You weren't really sure why you agreed to this. You had told Mindy and Tara time and time again that you didn't really like the idea of parties, or gatherings, or anything of the such. It's not that you were super anti-social, you just- had problems starting conversation is all. Which is why the only friends you had made all of freshman year were Mindy and Tara, who were really good at easing you out of your tiny little comfort zone. Today that came in the form of convincing you to join them for a movie night. They promised it would be super chill and fun, the perfect girl's night to end the year off! So of course, you accepted.

You were now all about halfway through the first movie on the list, Legally Blonde, which was one of your favorites. All three of you quickly ran out of popcorn to share, prompting Mindy to get up to refill the bowl. "I'll be right back guys, pause it please!" Mindy had called out on her way to the kitchen. You were now left with just Tara, who quickly filled the silence by asking you questions. "Soooo how's your college love life been going so far? Had any steamy hookups?" She asked with a laugh as she nudged your arm. You felt your face get warm quick. "Cmon Tara, you know I don't like talking about that stuff." You said casually, not really mad at her for asking. "I know, I know, I was just curious." Just as Tara said that you heard Mindy walking back into the living room, and it sounded like she was talking to someone. "NO Chad, I already told you it's a girl's night. That means you can't join." Mindy had now taken her place sitting next to Tara again, leaving who you assumed was Chad standing in front of the couch.

Did Mindy have a brother? You didn't remember her ever mentioning him. "Cmon please, you know I'm not gonna bother y'all I just wanna watch the movie!" He was looking directly at Mindy as he gestured to the still paused TV, his request being promptly ignored. "You want to watch Legally Blonde? Really Chad?" Tara was questioning him, not fully believing his motive for joining the three of you. "Yes okay? It's one of my favorites I have like half of it memorized." Mindy scoffed at that, but from the look on her and Chad's faces you could tell it was probably true. "It's still a no Chad." He didn't seem to like that answer, continuing to practically plead Mindy to join in. "Ya know what fuck this, I'm watching it." And just like that he plopped down on the couch, right next to you. It was a fairly small couch and even just the three of you had barely any wiggle room, but with the addition of Chad you were definitely squeezed together. Chad didn't seem to mind though, quickly settling in and draping his arm over the back of the couch. Mindy, feeling defeated, grabbed the remote with a sigh as she accepted the crashing of girl's night.

"Fine, I guess you're staying..." She rolled her eyes at him, and he only grinned back. "Thanks, sis!" It was only now that he realized he was sitting next to a completely random girl as he raised his eyebrows at you. "OH I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked, hoping the answer was no so he didn't have to be embarrassed. "Oh right, no you haven't. Chad this is our friend Y/N; Y/N, this is my idiot brother Chad!" Mindy quickly answered Chad's question, being sure to emphasize the word idiot. "Well thank you Mindy for that, charming- introduction, but I was asking Y/N, not you." He gestured to you as he said your name, now making direct eye contact with you. He was probably waiting for you to say something, considering you had been silent thus far. "O-oh yea I'm Y/N and uh Mindy never mentioned she had a brother." You stuttered out, hoping you didn't offend him in the process.

"Oh she didn't huh? Well now you know!" He said as he shot Mindy a glare and then you a grin. "Anyway it's lovely to meet you, and don't listen to Mindy about me being dumb okay? What I lack in brains, I make up for with Hobbs and Shaw here." Chad flexed each of his arms as he said that, and you now realized how attractive he was. Your felt your face get warm again, now hyper aware of how close the two of you were sitting. "Ah yes classic Chad, flex your muscles within the first five minutes of meeting a girl." Tara had said snarkily, perhaps hoping to annoy him into leaving the three of you be. "Hey they're my greatest accomplishment okay! Plus I'm sure she doesn't mind, do you?" Oh you definitely didn't mind. "N-No it's fine I don't mind." You were sure your voice sounded shaky as hell as you spoke. The longer this gorgeous man was next to you, the more flustered you got. So much for a peaceful girl's night...

Some time had passed as the four of you watched the movie in what was mostly silence, besides the occasional comment Chad had made on Elle Woods being a "girlboss" and Mindy having something snide to say in return. Their dynamic made you glad you were an only child. You had now reached the scene where Elle Woods figured out that it was actually the daughter who had killed her dad. You loved this scene, and you had the monologue memorized since you were a little girl. You quickly went to match Elle word for word. You didn't even notice that Chad had gotten excited about the scene too. "...at the risk of deactivating the amonium thyglocilate!" You had both said, or rather yelled it, at the TV in perfect unison. You saw Mindy and Tara's heads snap to the both of you in shock. "I guess he really does like the movie..." Tara said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. "I told you it's one of my favorites!" Chad said before turning his eyes back to the screen. The shared moment between you two made you feel more at ease, so you went to agree with him.

"Yea it's mine too." You were still pretty soft spoken, but at least you had found some more confidence. You had also found hunger. "Hey Tara, can you pass me the popcorn." She swiftly handed it to you and you set in your lap, going to grab a handful. Just as your hand reached the inside of the bowl, you felt Chad's hand bump against yours as he also went to grab popcorn. It was brief, but his hands were so pretty and soft that you felt like you would remember those two seconds for the rest of your life. You were basically gawking down at the popcorn bowl now, hand still in it. "Oh, sorry." Chad said, muffled through his mouthful of popcorn. God he was so cute."Oh it's fine, don't worry about it." You said as quickly as possible, avoiding looking directly at him. He only shrugged as his attention went back to the movie. It was only silent for maybe ten minutes before Chad spoke again.

"Okay it is literally so hot in here. Is the AC broken or something?" Chad asked as he looked towards Mindy. "Yea it stopped working like two days ago, I have to call and have it fixed." Mindy replied, still not taking her eyes off of the movie. "Well it's like unbearable, I don't know how y'all are wearing jeans." He gestured towards you and Tara as he said that. You didn't realize it was hot, you probably thought it was just him. But to be fair you were wearing your favorite bell bottoms and your thin pink tank-top with a black star in the middle. So it wasn't a very warm outfit to begin with. While you were busy reflecting on your clothing choices Chad had found time to stand up in front of the couch. And now he was taking his shirt off...

You thought you were going to pass out. "Cmon seriously Chad! Do you have to find every excuse to take your shirt off?" Mindy yelled out at him. "What I'm hot okay! Leave me be." He sure was hot. Way too hot... You almost wished it was just you and him so- "Hey! You okay there? You were kinda staring off." Chad said as he waved his hands in front of your face. Oh shit. You were staring, and everyone had definitely noticed now... "Oh my god Y/N! Were you staring at Chad's abs?" Tara asked in an almost squeely voice. You wanted the ground to swallow you, mainly because she was right. "What no! I was staring at the movie!"

You rushed to defend yourself, hoping it was believable enough of an excuse. Chad wasn't buying it though. "It's okay if you were I totally get it, I would stare at me too." You were definitely blushing now. Mindy once again rolled her eyes at Chad's comment, causing them to exchange another death glare, which gave you time to change the topic. "Anyway, we should probably keep watching the movie." Chad jumped a little as you said that, realizing he was missing it and going to sit back down next to you. You now realized what Chad meant by it being hot. You only hoped you weren't sweating from the intense shared proximity.

The rest of the movie went well, although there was one moment where Chad went to adjust next to you, spreading his legs open just a little wider so that he was touching yours. You swore you almost passed out. Finally the credits rolled and Chad stood up to start clapping, it was kinda cute. "Wooooo great movie! Gets better every time!" Chad yelled as he turned to face the three of you. "Yea whatever Chad, you done bothering us now?" Mindy asked as she also stood up with now once again empty popcorn bowl in hand. "Yes in fact I am, I will leave you ladies to the rest of your girl's night." Chad said as he grabbed his shirt off of the coffee table. He went to walk back to his room before stopping to lock eyes with you. "And hopefully I'll see you again later Y/N." He said with a wink that hopefully Mindy and Tara didn't catch.

Oh yeah. You would definitely be seeing him again.

A/N: ahhhhhhh I love this one so much! i hope i did the prompt justice even though i struggled with the Bratz vibes thing. also i feel like i could totally turn this into a series if y'all wanted, just say the word! Happy reading my gorgeous babes!

-With love, Miss Grace<33

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