#hang up on me again and I'm gonna gut you like a fish

[vioartemis]

I’ll die with you (part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Your rest was short, another attack soon occurs, deadlier than the first one. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: blood, death of character, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“I swear I’m gonna need to bleach my eyes” you heard Sam say when you went downstairs with Tara, half an hour later

“Come on, we were fully clothed, you didn’t see anything” Tara rolled her eyes and sit at the table

“That’s not the point! Since when are you even doing that? You’re too young to-”

"I mean they're adults so..." Gale started

"Would you mind stop talking about our sex life?" you groaned, cheeks still red

"What do you want us to talk about?"

"I don't know, the weather, whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza..."

"Well that's an easy question" Sam declared, taking a slice of pizza and giving one to everyone

"I suppose we all agree they don't" you girlfriend said

"We do, indeed" Gale confirmed while you nodded

"Uh, no we don't"

A debate started, Sam against the three of you. It almost looked like a normal family dinner, a normal night. You nearly forgot you were the next target of a psycho killer. Until you all jumped when your phone rang.

Probably: Damian Walker.

You never realized you never gave him your phone number. Mindy or Chad probably did.

"It's okay, it's Damian"

"Y/n-" Tara tried to interrupt

But you already took your phone and walked away from the table, picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are you feeling tonight?"

"Tired and embarrassed, but other than that, pretty good"

"What...?"

"It's a long story" you sighed "Why do you call?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you were having fun..." the slight sound of an electronic device could be heard "while I was gutting your friends like fishes."

All color vanished from your face.

"W-what...?"

Tara stood up hearing your shaking voice, worried. Whoever called you, they hang up without answering.

"Hello?! Please don't hurt them!" you cried

"Baby wha-"

"He's gonna kill Mindy and Chad we have to go!"

“No no no. We go, you stay here”

“And get attacked again? No thank you” you protested, dialing 911

When you arrived at Mindy and Chad’s not even five minutes later, the door was slightly opened. You could hear fight noises coming from inside. There was still a chance to save them.

You opened the door and rushed inside, baseball bat in hand. The first thing you saw was Ghostface, standing over the twins.

He slowly turned his head to look at you and did his signature blade-cleaning, before running away.

You were tempted to chase after him, but your friends mattered more. When you came closer to them, your heart dropped. There was blood everywhere.

Chad’s shirt was torn apart due to multiple stab. Mindy had her back against a wall, blood coming from her stomach.

Your own wounds burned at the sight, tears coming to your eyes. You couldn’t move, paralyzed.

“Shit…” you heard Sam say next to Chad

You had no idea how much time passed, but at one point Mindy coughed, causing your head to jolt in her direction. She was regaining consciousness!

Be fire you could realize it you were kneeling next to her, applying pressure on her wound.

“You’re gonna be okay, we called an ambulance, they should-”

Suddenly Damian brushed into the room.

“Oh my god-”

“Where the fuck were you?”

“I- I went to the bathroom a-and someone knocked me out… I- I just woke up”

You looked him up and down. Blood was running down his face from his forehead. But he could have done it himself.

“Stay the fuck back” Mindy said when he tried to come closer

"N-no I- I'm not... It's not me I swear... Y/n y-you believe me right...?"

You really wanted to. But last time he didn't have an alibi, and now...

"I'm sorry..."

You could see how broken he was hearing your words. Maybe he wasn't the killer after all. Or he was a good actor, which wasn't to exclude.

You were waiting in the waiting room, Tara sitting on your lap and caressing your hair gently in an attempt to reassure you. You were starting to believe her when the doctors came.

You all got up immediately, heart beating faster than ever.

"Mrs Meeks should be okay, but she needs rest"

"And Chad?" Sam asked

"I'm... sorry. We did our best but... we couldn't save him..."

You had to sit back down, in shock. You never thought that would happen again. You thought losing friends was over. You should've known it would end up this way, with Ghostface's return.

Maybe you were just in denial. Believing if you convinced yourself it wouldn't happen everything would be fine. But nothing was fine.

The 2022 massacre left a indelible mark on you. The current events only reopened the scar you thought had healed.

Maybe if you had stick all together he would still be alive. If you had been all together Ghostface wouldn't have tried anything. If you had left this stupid town when you could...

Maybe it was all your fault after all.

You were the first target, but you survived. No first targets survived before Tara. And you weren't even sure they wanted her dead at that moment.

Maybe the killer wanted to make you suffer before killing you. Maybe it was all part of their plan to let you live. Maybe they were about to destroy everything you had. Maybe-

You felt hands on your face and looked down to see Tara, concern written on her face. She brushed your cheeks with her thumbs softly. It was only then that you realized that you were crying.

That was the moment Lexi chose to arrive, breathing heavily and sweating. She must have run here.

"I- I'm sorry I had piano lesson- I just- I just saw your texts-" she took a deep breath "Mindy- is she going to be okay? And- and Chad?"

You didn't have the strength to tell her. Not now, it was still to fresh. Instead you broke down in your girlfriend's arms. You could swear she was crying too.

A loud noise made you tilt your head up. Lexi had pinned Damian to the wall, gripping him by the collar of his shirt.

"What did you do to them? You were here to why didn't you help?"

"I- I got knocked out...! I already told them...!" he made a circle toward you with his arm "L- Lexi I swear I didn't- I can't breath can you-"

"I don't fucking believe you. That's easy pretending you passed out."

Her grip only grew tighter. Damian's face started to become red. He was struggling against the blonde.

Sam had to force them appart, holding a furious Lexi away from the poor boy trying to catch his breath.

After everyone had calmed down, the police arrived and questioned the group. They didn't seem to believe Damian's alibi either.

"Maybe we should take him into custody for a little while? Just to make sure he's not, you know, the killer?" a deputy asked the sheriff

"We can't do that without evidences, that would be abusing of our power as representants of the law-"

"Do it" all head turned to the boy "T- take me into custody, you'll see it's not me. If it's the only way I can prove my innocence... I'll do it"

"You sure about that son?"

"Y-yeah"

"Okay then... come with me" the deputy said after the sheriff nodded

"The hospital is secure, we have police officers at each floor, you should be safe here. Don't go out, don't stay alone until morning. Understood?"

You weren't totally sure you could believe him. You remembered well how it ended last time. Ghostface always managed to pass past the security, why would that change now?

When the police left, you were allowed to see Mindy. She was devastated. Fortunately, her girlfriend was here for her.

Yours was holding your hand tight, fingers intertwined with yours. She knew it could've been you as much as you knew it could've been her. At the moment, you were so glad she was safe.

But it was just temporary. It always was.

Ghostface knew when to hit you. Not too soon after the previous attack, not too long after. Just as you started to think it would get better -or at least not worse. Just when hope started coming back.

The moment it hurt the most.

"Can you guys stay here for the rest of the night...?"

"Of course, we're not leaving you alone after that..."

Everyone started to move things around to get confortable for the night. You and Tara sat on the floor, on a blanket, in a corner.

You could hear soft snores, your little group falling asleep one after another. You didn't know how they could sleep in that situation. You couldn't.

Every time you closed your eyes, Ghostface appeared before you, ready to kill all your friends one by one.

You watched as Tara was sleeping on your shoulder. She seemed peaceful. You played with her hair, trying you imagine you were in your room, and it was a normal night.

you didn't realize she was awake, caught into your daydream, until she spoke.

"Are you okay...?" she whispered

You jumped a little.

"I... don't know... you?"

"Same... I just- I just hoped it wouldn't happen again... It's stupid but- I thought it would be different..."

"It's not stupid... I would rather say unrealistic... but- that's horrible but... I'm glad it wasn't you... I don't know what I would do if- if you-"

The words got stuck in your throat, tears blurring your vision again. The simple thought of losing her was unbearable.

"Hey..." she whipped your tears off of your face gently "It's not going to happen okay? I'm not dying, not now. I swear"

She kissed you tenderly, trying to whip your worries away, hand still holding yours. You kissed her back, like it was the last time.

Because it might be. We never know.

"Try to rest a little okay...?"

You nodded, resting your head on hers once she got back in her previous position against you.

You tried not to think about what just happened, or how it could get worse. You tried to empty your mind, only leaving one thought there: Tara.

But it was always when you thought the situation wouldn't get worse that it does.

You should have known the worst was yet to come.

And it would come fast.

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#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #scream #scream 5

[thisapplepielife]

5 Words Fic Challenge

Thanks for the tag, @hbyrde36!

The rules as follows:

1- generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! 2- tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge!

(If you don’t like the five words you got, re-roll them. This is meant to be a fun little challenge, not something to stress over. Have fun!)

My words were:

Catechetical, incoordination, guitarfish, spilt, & acoustic.

Catechetical was the thorn in my side. Even spellcheck hates it, lol. Is that the first word I'd use? Or that thousandth? No. Does it make absolute sense? Questionable. Go with it. 😂

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FIC: Steddie, fluff, flirting & innuendo, 2,108 words.

“Okay, Harrington, listen up. We’re gonna do this all catechetical-like,” Eddie bosses, putting Dragon Slayer, his acoustic guitar, in Steve’s hands. 

“I don’t even know what that means,” Steve says, sitting on the floor, his long legs stretched out. Eddie notices that he's holding onto the guitar awkwardly, the picture of utter incoordination. 

Eddie knows Steve Harrington isn’t uncoordinated. Not in the slightest, he’s just nervous.

“Questions and answers, keep up,” Eddie says, “now you ask, and I answer. Me teacher, you student.”

“Do you have a ruler to swat my hand with?” Steve asks playfully, reaching up for the beer in Eddie’s hand. Eddie hands it over, and Steve takes a swig before handing it back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Eddie taunts, and then adds, “I'm not sure if I can rustle up a ruler. But I do have a set of handcuffs handy,” he says, nodding his head towards the pair hanging on the wall. “So be a good little student, or else."

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Okay…” Steve trails off, seemingly unsure about this, “first question though, how will I know what questions to ask?”

“Good point,” Eddie says, “well, first things first, if you’re gonna be a guitar god, you’re gonna need a cool name. Like Corroded Coffin. Or Eddie the Banished.”

“That’s really the first thing? You sure about that? Wouldn’t actually knowing how to play the guitar be a more important first step?” Steve asks, looking up at him, suspicious.

“No way, never underestimate what a good stage name can do for you,” Eddie assures, waving his hands around dramatically.

“Fine. I don’t care, you can name me,” Steve says, looking down at Dragon Slayer laying across his chest. Eddie thinks it looks good there. Really good.

“Guitarfish!” Eddie shouts loudly, slightly unhinged, but sure of his choice. Sometimes you have to go with your gut, and his gut is saying Guitarfish.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Why Guitarfish?”

“Because you used to, you know, swim. Like a fish.”

“That doesn't even make sense. I’m not being called Guitarfish. It sounds stupid, dickhead.”

“Sorry, you shoulda named yourself then. Send all complaints to the complaint department. I hear the guy running it is pretty cool though, he might listen to reason.”

“He’s you, isn’t he?” Steve banters dryly, looking down at the strings and giving them a little pluck. It doesn’t sound great, but Eddie’s definitely heard worse. He tried to teach Gareth to play the guitar once, and never again. No fucking way. This can’t go that bad. Nothing can go that bad.

Of course, Eddie wasn’t interested in being this close to Gareth, either. He’s definitely got ulterior motives today. And he’s about to make good use of those motives, right now.

Eddie gets down on the floor behind Steve, and scoots forward until he has bracketed Steve’s body with his own. Is it a requirement to teach him to play the guitar? Probably not, but he’s doing it anyway. 

Eddie puts his beer down, steadying it, and then he hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder, “Okay, we’re starting with an E minor chord. All the action is here on the second fret,” Eddie says, moving Steve’s fingers to the second fret, counting down from the top, “one, two. Okay, put your index finger on the fifth string, and your middle finger on the fourth string.” Eddie says, counting up from the bottom string, the thinnest one, and up to the top, the thickest. Then he adjusts Steve’s fingers to be in the right place on the guitar, “The fourth, the fifth.”

“The minor fall, the major lift,” Steve says absentmindedly, and now Eddie is the baffled king. 

“You know Leonard Cohen?” Eddie asks, shocked at this development. 

“Robin,” Steve says, by way of explanation.

“Robin. Robin, she of Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, and Beatles fame? That Robin?” 

“That’s the one,” Steve laughs, “she is a complex woman, who won’t be judged for her varied and vast array of interests by a dingus like me.”

“And you’re a parrot,” Eddie teases, and Steve laughs, “because that sounded just like Robin was in the room with me.”

Steve grins.

“Okay, middle finger there,” Eddie says, getting back to the teaching.

“I know where I’d like to put my middle finger,” Steve grumbles, and Eddie grins behind his back, but otherwise ignores him.

It looks uncomfortable, with Steve’s large hands, so Eddie makes a slight adjustment, “Try this instead,” Eddie says, and he has him use his middle and ring fingers instead. He definitely has long enough fingers to make that work, Eddie knows from experience. But that’s neither here nor there, right this second.

Later, maybe. 

“Does that feel more natural?” Eddie asks, looking at his finger placement.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one asking the questions?” Steve teases, and Eddie smiles.

“Smartass.”

“It does,” Steve finally answers, and Eddie nods.

“Okay then,” Eddie says, “now strum,” and he gets ahold of Steve’s right hand, and gets him to strum with the pick, and then lets go so Steve can do it on his own.

“This might be easier if you’d just tell me what I’m trying to play,” Steve grouches. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Eddie says, and he’s gonna keep torturing him a little longer. It’s too much fun. Annoying Steve is his favorite pastime these days. Well, second favorite, maybe.

Steve grouches, but strums the chord and it sounds good, it sounds right. Now he just needs to make the switch to the second chord, and they’ll be home free. Sort of. 

“Okay, now move your top finger up to the sixth string, and your ring finger down to the third,” Eddie says, and moves Steve’s fingers to do exactly that. 

Steve does it.

“Okay, strum,” and Steve does.

“Good, switch back,” Eddie instructs, and Steve fumbles a little, and Eddie knows that it’s awkward trying to get your fingers to do new things. “Go up with the top finger, and down with the bottom. Then back together, meet in the middle. And apart.”

“Feels like I’m stretching,” Steve says, lewdly.

And Eddie laughs, "You've got a dirty mind, Harrington." 

“Excuse me? I'm positive that what I said was innocent. You're the one that made it about something else." 

“Yes, you’re totally an innocent bystander here,” Eddie says, leaning his head against Steve’s.

Steve keeps up the switching, as Eddie talks him through it, right against his ear,  “And switch, and strum. Switch, strum. Switch, strum,” Eddie says in time with what he has in mind, rhymically. “That’s it, good.”

“Good seems unlikely,” Steve grumbles, but he keeps switching and strumming. 

“Keep doing that, right there, just like that, yes,” Eddie says.

“Now, that sounds dirty,” Steve sasses, and Eddie bites him on the neck. Steve jerks, yanking his elbow backwards, suddenly, making an ugly noise on the guitar strings. 

In all the flailing, Steve hits their shared bottle of beer, sending it skittering off the overturned red milk crate Eddie was using as a table. 

“Fuck, sorry!” Steve yells, and Eddie can tell he’s embarrassed.

“It’s fine. No reason to cry over spilt milk, er, beer in this case, I guess,” Eddie assures, hurrying and crawling over towards the foaming, shooting mess, trying to minimize the spray zone. He grabs a dirty shirt off the floor, and mops up what he can, before tossing the shirt in the vague direction of his dirty clothes hamper. “See? Fine.”

“Yeah, if you like the smell of beer in your bedroom,” Steve grumbles.

“Well, it has smelled of worse things before,” Eddie says, and he laughs when Steve wrinkles his nose. 

Eddie scoots back behind him, and kisses him on the neck this time, and Steve leans into the touch instead of jumping out of his skin.

“Put your fingers back where they were,” Eddie instructs, and Steve gets the right strings, but the wrong fret. “Up one fret,” he says, and he helps slide Steve’s fingers back up where they should be. 

“And a one and a two,” Eddie teases singsongingly, but Steve starts strumming and switching between the chords with more ease than before. “That’s really good, sweetheart. Now you’re cooking with gas,” Eddie says, and smiles to himself. Now he just sounds like Uncle Wayne always did while he was teaching Eddie all manner of things over the years. Guitar, cooking, how to change a flat tire.

Steve does it, his strumming hand eventually loosening up a little, and Eddie leans his face close to Steve’s.

“Okay, now for the actual strumming pattern,” Eddie says, “put your fingers on that first chord,” and Steve does it. “Great. It’s one, two, three and four. Do an up strum on the ands,” Eddie says, and he takes Steve’s hand to guide the pick across the strings, manipulating him into doing exactly what he wants him to. And then he whispers, “And switch,” and Steve does, so he says, “and switch,” again, and Steve does it, again. “And switch.”

“Stop that, you’re making me horny,” Steve says, laughing at him.

“Just now? I’ve been horny since we started,” Eddie says, pressing his whole body harder all along Steve’s back.

Steve laughs, and lulls back into Eddie, and Eddie kisses his cheek.

“Can you play that now? I’ll count.”

Steve nods, and sits up straighter again, and he fucking does. It’s stilted, and a little awkward, and fucking America, but it’s a song. The bare bones of one, but still music. This is music. He taught Steve Harrington how to play a song, and that’s still pretty wild to ponder.

“One…two…three, and…four, switch,” Eddie says softly, then repeats it when Steve switches from the E minor to the D6/9 chord, and back again. He seems to get it, so Eddie moves to the real strumming pattern.

“First chord: Down, down, up, down, up, down, up, switch,” Eddie instructs, and Steve does it, “Down, up, up, up, down, up,” and it’s a little clumsy. 

“No, I think it’s up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, select, start,” Steve sasses, and Eddie laughs out loud. 

Steve misses a few of the downs and ups, but he keeps repeating it, and Steve keeps strumming until he's doing it better, more reliably.

And then Eddie gets him up to full speed, increasing the pace of his instructions. Steve’s fingers aren’t totally on board, not yet, but he’s doing a pretty great fucking job for a total beginner.

“Really emphasize and feel that, up, up, up strumming on the D6/9,” Eddie suggests, and Steve does.

Then Steve stops abruptly, “Is this A Horse With No Name?” he asks, “Is that what the fuck I’m playing right now?”

Eddie cackles with delight, “It is! And you recognized it! So, you must have an excellent teacher.” 

Steve laughs, and starts playing it again, better now that his ear is involved and he knows what it's supposed to sound like. 

So, this time, Eddie sings in his ear instead of counting. He’s not sure he knows all the lyrics, but he makes up what he doesn’t know, and just adds a lot of la la las to fill in the blanks. It’s not exact, and there are more than a few missteps. Steve’s fingers don’t quite have this mastered yet, but he’s playing a fucking song, that’s for damn sure. So, it’s not perfect. Not at all. Not from either of them. 

But it's absolutely recognizable.

It sounds fucking great to Eddie, but he knows he might be just a little bit biased.

When the song is over, Steve turns his head to look at Eddie, and Eddie leans forward to kiss him. Steve kisses him back.

He kisses him like he hasn't done it in weeks, months, and Eddie loves him for it. He loves him. 

When they finally break apart, Eddie hugs him around his waist, tight.

“Look at that, my boyfriend plays the guitar now.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but says, “Okay, enough guitar lessons, time for bed.”

And Eddie’s not gonna argue with that suggestion, no way, no how.

After, when they are tangled together in Eddie’s sheets, in his room that now smells faintly of beer, Steve mutters, “That fucking song is stuck in my head, now. So, thanks a lot.”

And Eddie rolls into him, laughing uncontrollably, brushing his hand through Steve's mussed hair, pushing it back off his forehead, just like Steve likes. 

The damn song is stuck in his head, too, but that’s a small price to pay. For this. For this laughter. 

For this love. 

I'm sure the Eddie teaches Steve to play guitar trope has been done to death, but when you're given acoustic, guitarfish and incoordination, that seems like an obvious leap to make, lol. (And a shout out to the several YouTube guitar tutorials I mashed this together from!)

Absolutely no pressure tags: @dreamwatch, @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe, @designatedgrape, @wynnyfryd & @penny00dreadful and anyone else that wants to do it! It was pretty dang fun.

And if you now want the same earworm Eddie saddled them both with, enjoy! It's good thing nobody can see what I'm listening to on Spotify, I'm sure this on repeat only alternating with Hallelujah, makes me look slightly unhinged. 🤣

#tag game fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #established relationship #fluff #flirty #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie give steve a guitar lesson #tag games #strummy strummy la la music #no wait that's gilmore girls #steve harrington/eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie fanfic #Spotify #thisapplepielife #thisapplepielife: short fic

[minniesmelody]

Boo?

Pairing: Eddie x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sudden murders start to happen all over the small town Hawkins, the killer hasn't been caught and the more time that passes by, more murders happen. Who could have possibly done such a horrible crime such as this?

Warnings: Murder, mentions of blood, cussing, stalker like shit, mentions of stabbing, gore, this is based off the script of scream credit to Kevin Williamson for writing such a masterpiece. I did change a some stuff so please don’t go off like “ohhh that’s not what happened” yeah I know, that was on purpose.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/???

𝟭𝟯+ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟯 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

POV: Third person and first person

March 28, 1986 9:12 pm

*Ring ring ring*

"God who can be calling at this time?" Chrissy says to herself before walking into her dad's office and picking up the phone "Hello?"

"Hello?"

"yes?"

"Who is this?"

"Mm who are you trying to reach?"

"What number is this?"

"Well what number are you trying to reach?"

"i don't know"

"well i think you have the wrong number"

"do i?"

"It happens, take it easy" Chrissy says before hanging up, placing the phone down and walking away.

But then it rang again.

*ring ring ring*

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry i guess i dialed the wrong number.”

”So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize I guess”

“You’re forgiven, bye now-“

“Wait, wait, don't hang up.”

"why shouldn't i?"

"Cause i wanna talk to you"

"They got 900 numbers for that. see ya"

"wait-"

Chrissy quickly hangs up the phone and walks to the kitchen, placing some Jiffy pop on the stove.

ring ring ring

'Jesus now the living room phone' Chrissy thinks to herself. She picked up the phone and raised it to her ear.

"Yes?"

"Oh come on sweetheart, why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"Because i don't know who you are" She says as she walks back into the kitchen where the popcorn starts to pop.

"What's the noise?"

"Just some popcorn i got going on my stove right now"

"hm, i can only enjoy popcorn when i'm at the movies"

"Well i'm about to watch a movie so.."

"Really? What movie?"

"The breakfast club, even though i've watched it more times than i can count, but i'd rather watch that rather than some scary movie or something"

"You don't like scary movies?"

"Not really, they give me nightmares"

"What's you're favorite movie?"

"um...Grease, i think i will have to say Grease"

"Is that one the Musical Romance one? With the blonde girl?"

"Yeah Sandy"

"SANDY! That's right, that's what her name was."

"Yeah i liked her"

"so...you gotta boyfriend?"

"No. Why? You wanna ask me out?"

"You know sweetheart, you never told me you're name"

"Why do you wanna know my name" Chrissy said as she walked back to the living room to place the Grease VHS in.

"Cause i wanna know who i'm looking at"

Chrissy's movement freezes "What did you just say?"

"I said i wanna know who i'm talking to"

"That's not what you said"

"What did you think i said?"

Chrissy quickly jogged up to her front door and clicked on her front porch lights on, she didn't spot a single thing so she turned them back off and walked back to the living room.

"Listen, i gotta go"

"wait- i thought we were gonna go out"

"I don't think so"

"Don't hang up on me"

"Gotta go"

"Don't-"

Chrissy quickly places the phone down and runs to all her doors and locks them. She walks back to the popcorn (which was starting to burn) she takes the popcorn off the stove and places it in the sink to cool off and-

ring ring ring

"Oh my gosh, yes?" Chrissy says, picking up the phone once again.

"I told you not hang up on me"

"What do you want from me?"

"To talk"

"Well dial someone else please"

She hung up the phone again but only for it ring again.

ring ring ring

"Listen-"

"NO! You listen to me you little bitch! If you hang up on me again i'll gut you like a fish, Understand?"

Silence consumes them. He has gotten her full attention.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"more of a game really"

Chrissy's eyes the front door of her house. It's unlocked. 'I could have sworn i locked it' she thinks to herself. She wastes no time bolting it and locking it again.

She looks through the peephole to see if anyone is on the other side of the door, thankfully there is not a single soul.

Chrissy relaxes a bit, relieved.

"i'm two seconds away from calling the police"

"They'd never make it in time"

"What do you want from me?" Chrissy's eyes start to water, fear consumes her.

The person on the other line starts to laugh a little before saying "to see what you're insides look like"

Chrissy wastes no time hanging up and throwing the phone on a side table when-

ding

Her front door bell chimes

"Who's there?" She calls out

ding

Another chimes hits

"I said who's there?"

No answers. Fuck this. 'It's time for the police' Chrissy thinks to herself. She goes to pick up the portable phone once again, just as she picks it up...

ring ring ring

Chrissy almost drops it, losing her breath, starts to panic all the more.

She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying nothing...listening...waiting...

"You should never say "who's there?" It's a death wish"

"Look, enough is enough. You had your fun now you better leave or else"

"Or else what?"

Chrissy pauses before speaking up once again.

"My boyfriend will be here any second and he'll be pissed"

"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend"

She starts to let out sobs "I lied, i do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any moment and he is big and he plays basketball and he will beat the shit out of you"

"His name wouldn't be Jason, would it?"

Silence. Chrissy's knees start to buck and shake.

"How do you know his name?"

"Go to the back door and turn on the porch light again"

Chrissy is terrified, she has to force herself to move, walking back to the kitchen and to the glass doors. Her shaky hand finds the light switch, she hits it.

Sitting in a law chair in the middle of the backyard is a man with wide shoulders and a small head of dirty blonde hair, her boyfriend Jason. He is tied and gagged, he has been roughed up, but still breathing.

"Oh god" Chrissy says out loud, covering her mouth as another sob escapes her mouth. Her hand moves to unlock the door-

"I wouldn't do that if i were you"

Chrissy is beyond petrified.

"Where are you?"

"Guess"

Her eyes search the yard. Her eyes wandering over the bushes, trees, He could be hidden anywhere.

"Please don't hurt him"

"That all depends on you"

"Why are you doing this?" She cries out

"I want to play a game"

She sniffles a few times before responding "What kind of game?"

"Turn off the light"

Her hand goes to the switch, Steve tugs and pulls at his straps. his face sweating and full of tears.

His figure disappears in the darkness as she clicks the light off. Chrissy moves herself away from the glass doors and back to the living room, her body shaking in fear.

"Here is how we play. I ask a question, if you get it right, Steve lives, it's easy"

"Please..." She sobs and cries and she starts to crouch down, losing her balance to stand on two feet.

"It's an easy category, movie trivia, i'll even give you a warm up question"

"Don't do this, i can't..."

"Name the two main characters of grease"

"no" She sobs out

"Come on it's your favorite movie remember? The one with the guy and girl meet at the beach and fall in love?"

"No please i don't know"

"Yes you do, come on, Jason's counting on you"

Chrissy pauses for a second to catch her before answering "Sandy, Sandy and Danny"

"YES! Very good. Now for the real question, same category, who played Allison in The Breakfast Club?"

"Molly Ringwald!"

"I'm sorry but that's the wrong answer"

"No it's not, i've watched it more times than i can count"

"Then you should know Molly Ringwald plays Claire, not Allison, Allison was played by Ally Sheedy"

"Please...." Chrissy says, sobs continuing to escape her mouth and tears falling down her face, drenching her rosy pink cheeks.

"Lucky for you, there is a bonus round, but i'm afraid poor little Jason... is out"

This implication sends Chrissy running to the kitchen, she flips the porch lights on just to see Jason, eyes wide, still tied and stilling in the lawn chair, his stomach gaping open, a mass of blood and ripped flesh. His insides lay on the ground between his feet, steam rising.

A scream erupts from the bottom of her soul as Chrissy nearly passes out, her face pale and ghostly white.

"Final question, are you ready?"

She doesn't answer, a long maddening silence. Chrissy reaches and clicks off the porch light, making the body of Jason go away into the darkness "Leave me alone...please"

"answer the question and i will, what door am i at?"

"What?" Chrissy says, confused.

"There are two doors to your house, a front door and a back door. You answer correctly, you live"

Chrissy eyes both of the doors, almost studying them, trying to decide between the two "Don't make me...I can't...i won't"

"Your call"

Chrissy slowly makes her way to the kitchen counter, leaning over it and grabbing a long, sharp knife. Chrissy looks around her, she looks down the hall to the front door, then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly Shatters to bits, a lawn chair comes flying through it, exploding glass sprays everywhere. Chrissy quickly makes her way to her back door, slowly slipping through it, she peeks through the glass door to see a cloaked figure roaming around her house.

She turns her head to see a car heading towards the house, her parents.

She peeks back to the glass door just to see the cloaked figure now staring at her. They quickly punch through the glass door as if it was nothing. This incites Chrissy like fire, she bolts for it, running through her yard, not even sure where to go just knowing that she needed to run.

It didn't last long though as they eventually caught her, grabbing her and slashing her in the chest with a knife. Chrissy looks down to see her sweater start to blossom red. The knife rises again, the blade comes down but is blocked by the portable phone still in her hand. This gives her a chance to get up and bolt for it, she runs as fast as she can to her parents, who were approaching the front door of the house.

She opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates.

Her father finds the front door afar, a puzzled look rises on his face, Chrissy right behind them with one arm stretched out. Her parents don't bother to look behind them as they enter their home.

"Chrissy?" her father yells out "Chrissy, honey where are you? Call the police"

"Help...me" Her mother hears her from the phone

"Oh god, i can hear her"

"Get in the car and drive down to the Mackenzie's" Her father says, handing her mother the keys to the car.

Her father moves through the house when a scream erupts from his wife's mouth, he rushes out the door to find his wife, on her knees, bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree in the front yard as he bares to witness to the single most horrifying sight he'll ever see.

That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak tree, strung up, very much dead, her stomach ripped open.

"Oh my god, do you believe this shit?" Jeff said, walking beside me.

"What happened?" i asked

"You don't know? Chrissy Cunningham and Jason Carver were killed last night"

"Uh yeah nice try, there is no way"

"Yes way, and not just like, Y/n. We are talking splatter movie killed-split open end to end, it's insane"

"Wait- Chrissy Cunningham? As in the queen of Hawkins High?"

"Yup, parents found her hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside"

"Do they know who did it?"

"Fucking clueless, they are interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, staff, janitors"

"Hey there sweetheart" Eddie says, approaching me, placing a shoulder over me as we walk into school together "Crazy huh?"

"Are you kidding? Murder in the small innocent town that is Hawkins? Who would have thought"

"Yup, they are even bringing the feds into this, this is-"

"Wait- the feds?" Eddie asks, shock written on his face.

"I know right? This is like, insane, who would do such a thing?"

“Remember in JAWS when they caught the wrong shark at first and Richard Dreyfuss cut it open to look for body parts and all they found was a licence plate and all this white milky goo.” Gareth said only for Jeff to lean over and sock Gareth in the arm.

“You heard Eddie, shut the fuck up”

“Whatever man” Gareth said before taking a swing of his chocolate milk that was sitting on his lunch tray.

“Hey Jeff, didn’t you have a crush on Chrissy, or was that Eddie?” Mike asked, joining the conversation.

“I mean yeah, we both did, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“I mean, I’m just saying Jeff, when you start falling for someone you start falling hard-“

“So what are you trying to say? That I killed her or something?” Jeff said, obviously offended by Mikes words

“It would certainly improve on you’re high school Q”

“Relax, Jeff was with me last night, I need his help building my newest lego set” Dustin said, backing up for Jeff.

“Oh, before or after he sliced and diced?” Mike questioned.

“Fuck you asshole, where were you last night Mike?” Jeff questioned Mike, pointing a finger at him.

“First off, put your finger down and second, I was helping my sister yesterday for her stupid newspaper so I was busy, I didn’t have time to murder someone, not like I would want to in the first place,, but if you don’t stop I will gut your ass in a second” Mike explained.

“Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? I heard they found her liver in the mailbox”

“Gareth, you goon-fuck, I’m eating here” I said, I didn’t really wanna think of stuff like that when I’m stuffing my face with food.

“Yeah Gareth, she is getting mad. I think you better liver alone” Eddie pitched in and joked, not funny.

"So, tell us, what relationship did you and Miss Cunningham have?" Officer Callahan said, note pad in hand, Officer Daniels and Officer Powell's next to him.

This is stupid, i get it, someone died but why interrogate me? I'm just some loser in high school who very obviously doesn't like the snotty popular circle of peo-......no you know what....i see why they would want answers from me at least. Disliking the Queen of the popular kids and she ends up dead....yeah i see why.

"I didn't really have much of a relationship with Chrissy, it’s not like I hated her. I didn't talk to her much but she hung around all the popular kids and dated that dipshit Jason Carver, i disliked Jason more than Chrissy, like i said, i didn't talk to her much." I explained, shuffling a bit in the uncomfortable school chair that was attached to a wooden desk, sitting in an empty classroom.

"Did you guys ever clash on anything? Any arguments? With Miss Cunningham or Mr Carver?" Officer Daniels asked this time.

"I never fought with Chrissy as i never really talked to her like i said already. Me and Jason fought almost on a daily basis. He would be his prick self and taunt us"

"Us?" Officer Callahan questioned.

"Hellfire? Me, Eddie, Gareth, Dustin, you know...the freaks? Weirdos? The opposite of the popular's?" I said while pointing at my shirt, red devil and dice plastered on top of it.

"Is that the Dungeons and Dice club?"

"It's Dungeons and Dragons"

"Whatever, same thing, did you happen to know if Jason clashed with anyone else other than anyone in Hellfire?" Officer Powell asked, annoyed at my comeback towards Officer Callahan.

I shook my head no "How should i know? I tried to avoid the asshole as much as possible"

"Was there ever a time you wanted him to die? Any time you wanted him...gone?"

I thought for a second before answering since there was a few times.

Like the one time he grabbed me the wrong way while i was waiting for Eddie to be done with his little drug deal, he grabbed my ass and waist and started forcing himself on me, the smell of beer and weed bouncing off of him, i had pushed him off of me and ran back to Eddie as fast as i could.

Or like that one time he had pushed Dustin down the stairs and called him a toothless walrus, i had punched him in face and told him to eat shit, and yeah maybe i told him to go and die but i didn't think back then that he would actually end up getting murdered and end up dying 6 months later from that moment.

"I mean...i've thought about him suffering due to his actions but i never in a million years thought it would actually happen for real"

"And you don't know anyone who would do this? For real, not verbally?"

"No Officer, not at all"

"Sorry, work ran late, i'm on my way" Nancy said from the other line.

Me and Nancy had gotten a bit close, her being the older sister of Mike after all and being of course from being one girl to another, we mostly understood each other for the most part.

She had invited me over for a sleepover, her mom offering to make a bunch of snacks and watch some movies together, but writing and work was always her main focus, no mater what she wouldn't budge to take her focus off whatever project she was focused on before anything else.

"Yeah sure, i will be here waiting"

"Great, by the way i wanna swing by Family Video and get something. I was thinking something with Tom Cruise in it" Oh yeah, she has a Tom Cruise obsession, she has a whole poster of him hanging up on her wall in her bedroom and everything.

"Whatever, just hurry" I said before placing the phone back in it's place and starting to walk away, until-

ring ring ring

Nancy? Did she forget to say something? Did i say something? Was it even Nancy? Only one way to find out. I picked up the phone and raised it to my ear.

"Nancy?"

"Hello Y/N"

I didn't know the voice, i would have known who it is by now, has to be someone who called the wrong number or something.

"Hi, who is this?"

"You tell me"

I'm trying to place his voice but nothing clicks, it sounds a little bit distorted.

"I have no idea"

"Scary night isn't it? With all the murders and all, it's like its all coming right out of a horror movie or something"

"Ah Gareth, you gave yourself away, you are the only person i can think of who speaks about movies at random times, especially horror movies"

"Do you like scary movies?"

"I like that thing you are doing with your voice Gare, i think the ladies will dig it"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Don't start, you know i don't watch that shit"

"And why is that?"

"Because they are all the same, it's always some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who always runs upstairs when they should be running out the front door, its ridiculous."

A brief silence passed by.

“Are you alone in the house?”

“That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me, Gareth”

“That’s because I’m not Gareth”

“So who are you then?”

“The question is not who am I, the real question is where am I?”

“So where are you?”

“Your front porch”

I pause, I slowly move towards the window closet to me and pull aside the drapes, I can’t see all of the porch but I don’t see anyone.

“Why would you call me from my front porch?”

“That’s the original part”

"Oh yeah? Well i call your bluff"

Fuck it, i quickly unlock the door and swing it open revealing the front porch, but i see no one.

It's one of the boys pulling a prank on me, it has to be, i can't think of anyone else it could be.

"Can you see me right now?"

"uh-huh"

An idea pops up in my head.

"What am i doing?" i say as i stick my finger to my nose, mimicking i was picking my nose "Good try Gareth, better see you at school, don't need you failing like Eddie, bye now-"

"If you hang up, you'll die just like Chrissy and Jason did….do you wanna die? I know they didn’t…”

My mouth went dry. Mouth agape but no words leaving it. I couldn’t even stop myself from hanging up immediately and dialing one of the only numbers I knew wouldn’t be dead luck…

911.

#eddie munson #stranger things #hellfire club #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #gareth emerson x reader #corroded coffin #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie x y/n #eddie munson masterlist #eddie munson angst #eddie x you #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #gareth emerson #hawkins high #hellfire stranger things

[copingwithobsessions]

Sometimes I think only one of them called Casey (never coming to my own headcanon about it) or that they alternated for the calls

In that case, I think Billy would have been the one with the scary movie talk and Stu with the flirting and mocking

So basically

First call ("Hello" Hello "Who is this ?" Who are you trying to reach ? "What number is this ?" What number are you trying to reach ? "I don't know" Well, I think you have the wrong number "Do I ?" It happens, take it easy) : Stu

Second call (Hello "I'm sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number" So why'd you dial it again ? "To apologize" You're forgiven, bye now- "Wait, wait, don't hang up" What ? "I want to talk to you for a second" They've got 900 numbers for that, see ya !) : Stu

Then it's a little complicated cause in my headcanon, they would have switched at a point in the third call so :

Stu : Hello "Why don't you want to talk to me ?" Who is this ? "You tell me your name I'll tell you mine" No, I don't think so "What is that noise ?" Popcorn ! "You're making popcorn ?" Huhuh "I only eat popcorn at the movies" "Well I'm getting ready to watch a video"

Billy : "Really, what ?" Oh just some scary movie "You like scary movies ?" Huhuh "What's your favorite scary movie ?" Huh, I don't know "You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind ?" Hum- Halloween ! You know the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters ? "Yeah..." What's yours ? "Guess" Hum...Nightmare on Elm Street ! "Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers ?" Yeah, Freddy Krueger "Freddy, that's right ! I liked that movie, it was scary..." Well the first one was but the rest sucked

Stu : "So, you got a boyfriend ?" Why, you wanna ask me out on a date ? "Maybe...Do you have a boyfriend ?" No. "You never told me your name" Why do you wanna know my name ? "Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at" What did you say ? "I wanna know who I'm talking to" That's not what you said "What do you think I said ? What ?" Look I- I gotta go ! "Wait ! I thought we were gonna go out !" No, I don't think so... "Don't hang up on me !"

Fourth call (Yes ? "I told you not to hang up on me" What do you want ? "To talk" Well, dial someone else, okay ?!) : Billy

Fifth call : (Listen,asshole ! "No ! You listen you little bitch ! You hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fish ! Understand ?" Is this some kind of joke ? "More of a game really...Can you handle that ? Blondie..."

"Can you see me ? " Listen...I am two seconds away from calling the police "They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere" What do you want ? "To see what your insides look like !") : Billy

Sixth call ("You should never say who's there. Don't you watch scary movies ? It's a death wish. You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or something" Look... You've had your fun now so I think you better just leave or else... "Or else what ?" Or else my boyfriend will be here any second and he'll be pissed when he finds out "I thought you didn't have a boyfriend." I lied ! I do have a boyfriend ! And he'll be here any second so your ass better be gone ! "Sure..." I swear... He's big and he plays football and he'll kick the shit out of you ! "I'm getting scared... Shaking in my boots..." So you better just leave... "His name wouldn't be Steve, would it ?" How do you know his name ? "Turn on the patio lights...again" Oh god ! "I wouldn't do that if I were you" Where are you ? Where are you ? "Guess" Please don't hurt him ! "That all depends on you" Why are you doing this ? "I wanna play a game !" No ! "Then he dies right now !" No ! No ! "Which is it ? Which is it ?" Well...What kind of game ? "Turn off the patio lights, you'll see what kind of game. Just do it ! - Here's how we play : I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives." Please don't do this... "Come on it'll be fun" Please... "It's an easy category : Movie trivia" Please... "I'll even give you a warm-up question" Don't do this I can't... "Name the killer in Halloween." No... "Come on, it's your favorite scary movie remember ? He had the white mask, he stalked the babysitters..." I don't know "Come on, yes you do..." No, please... "What's his name ?" I can't think... "Steve's counting on you" Michael- Michael Myers "Yes ! Very good...Now for the real question" No ! "But you're doing so well...We can't stop now" Please stop ! Leave us alone "Then answer the question. Same category" Oh, please stop... "Name the killer in Friday the 13th." Jason ! Jason ! Jason ! "I'm sorry ! That's the wrong answer" No, it's not ! No, it's not ! It was Jason "Afraid not ! No way..." Listen it was Jason, I saw that movie 20 goddamn times ! "Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs Vorhees, was the original killer ! Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer" You tricked me "Lucky for you, there's a bonus round. But poor Steve... I'm afraid he's- out !" - "Hey we're not finished yet ! Final question. Are you ready ?" Please- Please leave me alone... "Answer the question and I will : What door am I at ?" What ? "There are 2 main doors to your house, the front door and the patio doors. If you answer correctly, you live. Very simple" Don't do this, I can't, I won't... "Your call.") : Billy

It took/got way too long for what it is-

#scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #stuilly #casey becker

[multifandombitxh]

Two Years Late (Ch. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Series Genre: Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Chapter Genre: Angst

Chapter Warnings: brief mention of death, depictions of violence/blood, bullying(? Eddie mean lol), PTSD flashback

Chapter one: X

Tag list: @soapbar99 @avengersmarauders @senkobingus

A/N: I'm so glad some of you liked this series!! I've been working on it for a bit now so I hope you all enjoy future chapters. If you'd like me to add to to the tag list pls let me know ♥️♥️

Edit: I wanted to clarify I wrote this BEFORE vol. 2 came out, just as an FYI!

Chapter 2: In Your Dreams

"I think you're overthinking this," Robin said over her shoulder as she organized a row of tapes. "I mean, honestly, you had a crush on him once, right? It's normal to have dreams about your crush."

"I haven't thought of him in years, Robin," You sighed, "And it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare, and he died."

The nightmare in question was why you swore not to sleep again until you physically couldn't fight it anymore. It came to you just as you had fallen asleep the previous night, tearing you back out of your rest immediately. It was hard to recall, but based on what you hadn't blocked out, the Demogorgon attacked Eddie in the dream.

Robin shrugged and turned to face you, leaning her back against the shelves behind her. "If it bothers you so much, why don't you just, I dunno, talk to him?"

"I mean, for starters, he hates my guts," You scoffed, "If I told him I had a dream where he died, he'll think I'm a psycho. Besides, I wouldn't even know when I could talk to him."

Robin finished organizing the tapes and turned on her heel to face you again, a sparkle in her eye. "You know, I heard there's this old, rickety picnic table out behind the track field where people meet Eddie to do drugs deals after school. Maybe you could meet him there."

"Yeah, right," You laughed, "Like he'd talk to me if I showed up there. He'd probably run for the hills if he saw me waiting to do business with him."

"You say 'do business' like it's dirty," Robin chuckled, "Like you're gonna meet him behind the school to give him a bl-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Steve warned, whipping his head around the corner and pointing a finger at Robin. "Do not. Finish. That sentence."

Robin threw her hands up defensively. "Quit eavesdropping!"

"The last thing I wanna hear while I'm trying to work is you two knuckleheads talking about Y/N and Eddie 'the freak' Munson doing God knows what behind the school," Steve said, looking between the both of you with a stern expression on his face. "Got it?"

You both agreed in monotonous voices to no longer speak on the subject. Once Steve was done giving you deadly looks and had returned to his own work, Robin leaned in and cupped her hands around your ear.

"Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing," She whispered, "I hear he still talks about you all the time."

"God, not you too," You groaned, "That's what Mike and Dustin kept saying when I drove them home the other day."

"It's the truth!" She whisper-yelled, "So I think you should do yourself a favor, and go meet him. School should be out soon anyway."

"Wait," You said, "Shouldn't you be in school?"

Robin shrugged. "I have study hall for my last period, so I get scheduled at this time a lot. Besides, not the point, quit trying to redirect!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. "You're not gonna stop telling me to do it until I do, are you?"

"You know I won't."

"Whatever," You said, rolling your eyes. You fished inside your bag and pulled out your keys, hoping to drop the subject for good. "Did you still wanna hang out and watch Gremlins tonight?"

Robin clapped her hands together a few times, grinning ear to ear. "Yes, absolutely I do, yes, please. I need a break from this shit hole and homework desperately."

"Cool," You said with a smile and a nod, "I'll see you then."

Robin gave you a high five and you left the video store, looking forward to spending some time with her later. Since you hadn't been sleeping well for the last few weeks, you and Robin couldn't seem to agree on a time to have a movie night. Every time she asked about it, you always had to reschedule so you could catch up on sleep.

Not that you ever did.

As you hopped in your car, you thought back to your dream from the night before. It only came to you in fragments now, so all you could really recall was dark, black water, a crimson sky, and the Demogorgon rising from the water to attack Eddie. As you thought more about it, more and more of it came back as you drove to the high school. Your breathing became uneven as you remembered holding Eddie's hand on the edge of the water, staring into his eyes just before everything went dark. Your heart skipped a beat and you tried to clear your head enough to focus on driving.

When you arrived at Hawkins High, class wasn't quite out yet, so you sat in your car for a minute to prepare yourself. Did you really want to do this? You couldn't be sure. Part of you was excited to see him again, while another part of you wanted to throw up at the thought. It was hard to tell which part of you was winning, but either way, you had a bad case of butterflies that wasn't going away any time soon.

Gathering your courage you exited your car, locking it behind you and taking long strides toward the track field. Thankfully the field was vacant, allowing you to sneak down into the woods unnoticed. Your breath formed little clouds in the cold air, making you shiver and zip up your jacket. Brown and orange leaves littered the ground and crunched under your feet as you walked into what you were sure was going to be an absolute disaster of a meet-up.

If he even showed up, of course.

The further you went into the woods, you realized you could hear voices in the distance. You slowed your steps as you approached the voices to avoid revealing yourself. The clearing came into view and sure enough, Eddie was sitting at the old picnic table across from someone in a green and white letterman jacket. You decided to hide behind a nearby tree while the conversation progressed. All you could really hear was Eddie blabbing about "pure bliss in minutes".

Drugs. He was talking about drugs.

Fueled by rage you moved from your hiding spot and into the clearing, staring down the student and folding your arms over your chest. He stared back at you, his cheeks burning bright red and his mouth falling open a bit. Next he began to stutter as Eddie droned on about whatever drug he was trying to sell, digging himself into a deeper hole. When he finally noticed his little customer was staring off into the distance behind him, Eddie turned and his shoulders dropped at the sight of you.

"Y/N-"

"Go home now and I won't tell your parents I saw you here," You said to the kid, setting your jaw. It was an empty threat- you'd never seen that kid in your life, let alone his parents- but it was enough to scare him.

"Y-you wouldn't do that," The kid said, immediately beginning to shake and turning to Eddie. "M-my parents can't know about this, they'll never let me s-stay on the team! She w-wouldn't do that, right, man?"

"You really wanna take that risk?" You asked, shifting your weight.

Eddie gave the kid a nod, gesturing for him to leave as he closed the metal lunch box in front of him. "We can do this another time, k?"

With that, the kid began gathering his things, quickly sprinting from the clearing, not that you were paying attention to him anymore. Your focus was locked on Eddie, who stood from the table, seething. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and you took note of the rings that decorated his tightly closed fists.

"You had no right to do that," He said, his voice shaky from adrenaline. He was taking slow, precise steps toward you, but you held your ground.

"And you have no right selling drugs to children," You said with a shrug, "I'm not the bad guy here, Ed. Targeting the young and vulnerable now, huh? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you were always really good at being manipulative-"

Before you could keep grilling him, he grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved you backwards until your back hit the base of a tree, the impact softened by your thick jacket. Still, the air left your lungs as he pinned you against the rough bark, a dark look in his eye. Eyes that were still so pretty, a lovely shade of warm sienna in the autumn evening.

Even when he was looking at you like he wanted to murder you where you stood.

"I'm warning you," He muttered, his grip tightening on your shoulders. "If you tell anyone about this-"

"You'll what, Munson?" You challenged, "Not to burst your weird little bubble, but you don't fucking scare me anymore."

Eddie seemed taken aback by your words, his expression faltering and switching from murderous rage to remorse. It didn't last long before he pushed off of you, moving back over the to picnic table and covering his mouth with his hand. You watched him carefully as he lowered himself onto the bench, his back facing you. The chain attached to his tattered jeans clanked loudly against the old wood.

"What are you even doing here?" He asked finally.

You shrugged and slowly walked over to the table, crossing to the side opposite of Eddie to take a seat. "Honestly, I just had to ask you something."

"Oh, Christ," He said with an irritated laugh, "That's it?"

"It was an important question!"

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and looked you up and down, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. "Well?"

"Okay, I know it sounds weird, but have you, um," You started, "Have you been having, like, weird dreams lately?"

"What?" Eddie asked, unable to hold back his laughter. "That's your important question?"

"Just answer it," You said, losing your patience.

"Jesus, you're pushy. No, I have not been having 'weird dreams'," He said, using air quotes. "Why? Are you trying to curse me in my sleep or something?"

You chewed your lower lip and considered telling him the truth. The thing was, if you did, there was no way he would ever believe a word of it. He already hated your guts, there was no reason for him to believe that you were attacked by an inter-dimensional demon two years ago and now you had vivid nightmares about it every single night.

Lowering your gaze, you shook your head and anxiously toyed with the sleeve of your jacket, pulling at the discolored Sherpa lining on the cuff. "It's nothing, forget I even asked."

"Seriously?" Eddie scoffed, "You said it was an important question! You interrupted a deal for this? God, you really haven't changed one bit, you still love making everything about yourself."

Sadness and anger mingled in your heart, making your chest tighten. How wrong he was, you thought, considering it was really about his safety more than it was your own. If he was having the dreams, too, you would know it meant something was wrong. But it was just you. In a way, that brought at least some relief.

"You know," Eddie went on, wetting his lips. "I used to think you were so cool, like, the coolest person I knew. Then you started hanging out with those assholes, and I realized I was wrong about you."

"You were always wrong about me, Eddie," You said, "Just not in the ways you think you were. Besides, you sell drugs to 'those assholes' now, so I don't think you're in a position to be judging my choices."

With that, you rose from your seat and started to make your escape. You made it to the track field, but Eddie was hot on your heels, grabbing you by the wrist and forcing you to a halt. You stopped in place, shooting him a deadly glare. When you tried to rip your hand away, he held on tighter, pulling you closer in the process.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, "You didn't used to be like this."

Unprompted memories of hundreds of saliva-covered fangs adorning a gaping mouth flashed through your mind, a low, gutteral growl accompanying the image. Bodies surrounded by pools of blood and carnage followed suit, making you shiver. For the second time you considered confessing to Eddie what happened to you back at Hawkins Lab, but your gut told you to do otherwise. If Eddie wasn't tied up in Brenner's mess, you wanted to keep it that way.

"I grew up, Eddie," You answered, swallowing hard. "I grew up, and the real world sucks. What happened to me is none of your business."

"Oh come on," Eddie groaned, "I answered your question, didn't I? I gave you the benefit of the doubt, why can't you do the same?"

"Let it go, Eddie," You warned. You fought against his hold which prompted him to grab at your other wrist, holding them both up in front of you. Struggle as you did, he was a lot stronger than he looked. You were closer now, the gap between your bodies smaller than before, so it was a lot harder to avoid eye contact, but you found a way.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked, to which you responded by shaking your head. "Y/N, I'm serious, if someone did something to you-"

More images of splattered blood and desperate screams clouded your mind.

"-I need you to tell me-"

"You won't believe me!"

Eddie released your wrists and let them fall to your sides, one of his hands coming to rest near your elbow. "I might."

"Why do you even care?" You asked, laughing through tears that threatened to spill out. "You never gave a shit about anything except that stupid game-"

"Hey," Eddie interrupted sternly, both hands on your elbows now. "I always cared. I never stopped caring."

"Bullshit," You spat, "If you cared, you would've been there for me, and you weren't. You can't act like how you treated me was okay. You were my best friend and you gave up on that, not me."

Eddie's mouth fell open as if he had something to say, but clamped shut after a moment. He averted his gaze from you, looking up at the sky and closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, as if he was contemplating something. You pulled out of his grip and took a step back, watching as his head fell forward and he placed his hands on his hips.

The bell rang noisily behind you, startling you both. Not long after, students began slowly filing out from the doors, laughter and shouting filling the air. You turned back to Eddie, who was awkwardly scratching the back of his head and still avoiding your gaze.

"Are we done here?" He asked, clearing his throat. "I have shit to do."

"Yeah," You replied, "We're done here."

#i have two more chapters ready after this one #pls let me know if theyre wanted :) #i have worked so hard on this series lol #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #tw blood #tw gore #tw drugs #mywriting #q

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Can we have Pepa and Felix in their early twenty going on a super romantic date, not really smuty but really cute.

I do appreciate smut, but lately I've been wanting more fluffy and romance shit. So let's go!

"Pepi, I have a question."

"Hmm?"

"How much does a polar bear weigh?"

Pepa couldn't understand this man. You try to hang up laundry, and here this man was, giving you some kind of riddle. She chuckled as she hung up her brother's ruana. Least she didn't have to do the actual washing part, that was agony on her nails.

"I don't know, how much?"

"Enough to break the ice-let me take you on a date tomorrow."

Pepa didn't want to laugh. Really she didn't. She felt her eyes tear up a bit, and feeling sprinkles of rain against her skin. Sure, there was sun, but if he brought her to tears, that didn't matter in the slightest.

"Hey, no! I'm trying to dry my clothes, estúpido!"

She tried to ignore him as he hung up her sister's dress, but of course, he was relentless. He poked his head past the hanging laundry, giving her just the biggest smile.

"Please don't tell me that 'no' isn't towards the date, I can't take that heartbreak."

She couldn't help but feel her heart swell at him. He had a smile like the sun, the small bit of rain that tickled the baby hairs on his face, the rainbow that shone over his stupid head. She sighed, as if she was sick of him.

"Fine, fine. Only because you're kinda cute. Where are we going?"

"That's a surprise. BUT I'll give you a hint. You need to wear something you can run or climb stuff in."

"If you're telling me you're taking me on a jogging date, they'll never find your body."

Félix snorted, taking the empty basket from her, like a real gentleman.

"It's not jogging, I promise. You'll like it though, I swear."

"Like it as much as I like you?"

"Maybe. Can't say for certain, unless you tell me just how much you like me~"

He was baiting her, clearly wanting a compliment or some type of affection. And boy was he gonna get it. She hooked a finger into his shirt, and gently pulled him down to her level to kiss him. He was always so sweet, she couldn't get enough of him. He was about to try to put his fingers in her hair (Pepa liked his chest hair, he liked her braid), when they both jumped at the sound of Alma above them, on the second floor.

"Careful, you two aren't married YET!"

Félix chuckled sheepishly, giving her a bit of a wave. Pepa was SO lucky he was so charming, Alma LOVED him.

"Hola, dona Alma. You look lovely today! Como un rosa!"

Alma chuckled, making an 'oh stop it' hand motion at him.

"Thank you, Félix! Are you staying for dinner?"

"And miss a chance to look at some of the prettiest women I know? Never! Count me in!"

Pepa nudged his gut with her elbow as Alma walked away, probably getting Julieta to make more food for their extra guest.

"Oye, stop hitting on my mom!"

"What, you already call me papi, it'll be an easy transition!"

Pepa tried yet again not to laugh, even though he clearly wanted to hear it. He was ridiculous. She wrapped an arm around him, rubbing the tear from her eye with her free hand.

"You're awful. I love you."

"I love you too, Pepi. Who's cooking tonight by the way?"

"Oh I am! Julieta said she could use a break."

Félix looked scattered for a moment, before chuckling awkwardly.

"I uhm. Just remembered I need to uhm. Go...feed Julio's fish. Yep."

"Your brother doesn't have a fish."

"Uh...shit, Casita, help a guy out."

Casita took the hint, using the floor tile to push Félix towards the front of the Casita. Thunder crackled over her head as she yelled after him.

"YOU SHOULD FEEL LUCKY THAT I'D WANT TO FEED YOU! YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER, FÉLIX!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO, PEPI!"

Pepa huffed as Félix made his way home. She looked towards the tile below her feet, tapping her foot angrily.

"Casita, my food isn't that bad, is it?"

Casita's tiles trembled, as if in fear, before Pepa scoffed.

"You're a house, what do YOU know?"

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She held grudges more than any woman he's ever met. He arrived at the Casita, dressed and ready to go, as was Pepa, but thunder crackled over her head, and her arms folded over her chest. She looked pretty, at least, trying out a new dress with him. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, her thunder earrings jangled. Honestly, if she didn't look pissed as all hell, he'd scoop her up and tell her just how pretty she looked. Bruno piped up behind her, giving him a bit of a wave.

"Hey Félix. Pepa is mad."

"I see that. Is it about dinner?"

Pepa practically snarled at him, looking ready to throw his ass out the window.

"It's about how ungrateful your ass is. A man who doesn't want a woman to cook for him-I'm insulted!"

"Pepa, I think he's just practicing safety, you literally burnt-okay I'm sorry!"

Pepa's thunder damn near hit him, making him yelp as he jumped away from her fury. So she was mad, he could fix this. He offered a hand to her, and she stared at it in judgement, before giving it to him. He brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

"I'm sorry I upset you. I am grateful to you. It's why I'd still want to take you out. Please?"

She wanted to keep being angry, but Pepa's face erupted in mist, showing him it worked. She, albiet with a sour look on her face, clung to his arm.

"Take me out before I change my mind."

"Of course. See you, hermano, we'll be back by tonight!"

Bruno gave a bit of a wave, looking relieved that he hadn't died, and Félix fully understood that feeling. Pepa was pretty, and she could get pretty fucking pissed at times.

"Have fun! Bring me something from the panadería!"

Félix waved him off as he walked away with Pepa, who still looked a bit irked. He nudged her a bit, making her look up at him.

"You can be mad at me if that's what you feel like. But I can promise you, this'll make you feel better."

"It better. Your cute face only gets you so far."

Félix chuckled. Call her moody, unpredictable, but boy did she look pretty at his arm like this. The clouds eventually settled as they walked on, ending with the sky being a dull, silent gray. He turned the corner, right to the orchard. The farmer there, an old family friend, nodded at him.

"Félix, Pepa! Glad you could make it. Here, take a basket, have at it."

"Gracias, really, appreciate it!"

Pepa looked confused as he handed her a basket, and walked right on in.

"Mango trees?"

"Yeah! I know you talk a lot about how your gift makes you feel. So I thought we'd take you somewhere to see just how your gift is important. Reap the fruits of your labor, so to speak."

Pepa looked at the fruits littered all over the trees, before looking at him. She didn't look angry anymore, but rather, incredibly flattered.

"That's...kinda sweet. You better not be buttering me up just to get free work out of me."

"No no! He said we can keep as much as we can fit in the baskets. We're taking it home. And at first, I was just gonna cut them up, but I thought maybe we could make something out of these. We have recipes at home, and I thought I could teach you some things. I know it's hard, I just wanna help you."

She looked conflicted, before lightly smacking his side with the basket.

"Shut up. Let's get started."

Yep, he was forgiven. He grinned as he was about to offer to help Pepa up the tree, only to look up and see she was already up there, sitting on the branch.

"How did you get UP there so fast?!"

"Bruno would get stuck in trees a LOT, SOMEONE had to get him down. Hold your basket up!"

Félix did as she said, letting her drop mango after mango into his basket. It was funny, Pepa couldn't cook, but she sure as hell knew her fruits. Only ripe ones made their way to his basket. Beautiful blends of orange and red, not a fleck of green to be seen. He looked up at her as she kept going, and she looked to be so comfortable, so in her element. Félix had been with loads of women, but none surprised him as often as she did.

"Pepa, do you need to switch?"

"Can you even climb up here, gordito?"

"Gordito-woman, say that again, I dare you!"

She looked down at him with a smirk, mango in her hands.

"Gordito. I could write it down for you, if you can't hear."

Oh that was it, she wanted to challenge him, challenge she'd get. He tossed the basket at her, and started to climb the tree. He could climb a tree no problem, but certainly not as fast as his girlfriend, she was built like a cat.

"Just you wait! When I get up there, imma kiss you! Then we'll see who-hey! How'd you do that?"

Pepa was now a couple of branches ahead of him, chuckling in clear amusement. Here she was, comfortable as hell in the tree, while he was here like a mountain man trying to catch up to her.

"Uh huh. You were saying, hombrecito?"

She was looking at him like he was a sad little puppy. So condescending, so high and mighty. He loved it, he was crazy about it even.

"I was saying, I'm gonna kiss you, and you're gonna look so dumb when you see how right I am!"

"Uh huh. Sure. The day YOU catch up to me is the day I-"

She was so busy bragging, him catching up to her and finally kissing her cheek shook her enough to make her have just the cutest squeak. He chuckled as he watched her shocked little eyes.

"A man in love does incredible things. In my case, surprising you."

She chuckled, and looked as if she was about to kiss him, before whispering against his lips.

"Bet I can beat you to the bottom."

"W-hey! No fair, you got a head start!"

He watched as Pepa practically jumped down the branches before inevitably making it back to the ground. He caught up eventually, but of course, that was enough for her to feel triumphant.

"Ah winning. It feels nice."

"You're lucky you're cute when you gloat, Pepi."

They held their respective baskets of mangos, and started to leave the orchard. He would've offered to carry it for her, but he knew she liked to pull her own weight.

"So, we're really gonna be cooking with these?"

"Yeah, mami said we could use her recipes. Feel flattered, she won't even share them with Alma. And, because I know you get kinda self concious about it,"

He spoke as he opened the door to his empty house, beaming in pride.

"I talked everyone into being out of the house for today. So it's just for us."

"Wait...you made the house empty, to cook with me? You don't want to like, have sex?"

"I love you, and I'm attracted to you. This doesn't ALWAYS mean I'll want to have sex. Sometimes showing my attraction to you is just. Being with you. Getting to admire you. If it happens, I sure as hell won't fight it, but I'm doing all of this JUST to get under your dress. I know skirts that take a LOT less work."

He heard her swear at him as he dipped into the kitchen, and god did he love her for it. She followed him, dropping the basket on the counter. She took one of them, smelling it.

"You know mami taught me how to tell they're ripe, just by smell?"

"Really? Thought you had to feel them."

"Not all the time. Here, smell. See how it smells kinda like citrus, but creamy too?"

He smelled the fruit in her hands, and nodded. He knew mangos smelled good, but didn't know you could get that specific from it.

"Huh, you're right. Alright, you know about mangos, but can you cut them?"

"Yes!"

Pepa loved any excuse to help in the kitchen. That wasn't dishes, she hated dishes (claimed it made her nails too much of a mess), at least. She was good at cutting at least, not wasting too much of the flesh. She was good with a knife, and that information was a BIT scary.

"So I take it Julieta asks you to help her prep?"

"Oh all the time. She says I'm good with a knife. I WANT to cook, but she says I'm impatient. Which I'm not."

"You SAYING that, or you waiting for me to deny that?"

Pepa glared at him, flicking a mango skin at him. He already got mango juice all over his hands and arms, what was the difference if he got it on his shirt?

"I'm saying shut up and tell me what we're making."

He snorted, taking a second to clean his hands, before opening the recipe book his mom left at the table. He was genuinely surprised when his mom offered to use her recipes, she once punched a man who tried to touch this book.

"Let's see, let's see...we could do cobblers, pound cakes...oh! Upside down cake is my favorite one-"

"Then that one! Let's do that one!"

"You sure? It's a challenge."

The one thing this woman loved, was a challenge. He could practically see it in her eyes.

"I wanna do it! If it's something you like, I wanna do it!"

"Alright then, let's do it! First, we gotta get all the ingredients. You keep cutting, I'll get everything."

Félix dug into the cabinets and shelves for everything they'd need. Flour, baking powder, sugar, butter, and even the bourbon that the recipe called for. He brought over two skillets, and she scowled.

"Is this in case mine sucks?"

"No because we have our weight in mangos, Pepa. Now, this usually uses peaches, but mangos will have to do. So first, we need to let the mangos sit with the fruit for ten minutes, to let it soak. Let me get the measuring cups and set the ov-oh my god."

He watched as his girlfriend dumped the whole fucking bottle into the bowl, alongside WAY more mangos than what they needed. He should've stopped her, but she looked so determined and cute with her concentrated scowl, he just couldn't.

"Okay, what next?"

Oh his dad JUST bought that bottle, he was gonna kill his ass. Worth it, just to see her as excited as she was. He took a deep breath. First time cooking WITH her, and he could see why her food ended how it did. She had NO patience. But hey, she has passion! And that was important.

"Ay, alright. Okay, we need to melt some butter on the pan, on the stove. I'll do it right next to you, try to follow me, alright?"

Pepa nodded. She was doing her best, following how much butter he was using, but cranking the heat way too high. He lowered it right after she cranked it, and she scowled at him.

"Wouldn't it make it go faster?"

"It'd burn it, Pepa. You can't rush it. Good things take time. You taste more love in it that way."

Pepa pouted at him, impatient as ever.

"Sounds like you just want me to wait."

"I just want you to be patient. Trust me. It'll turn out so beautiful. It'll be worthy enough to made by hands like yours. Hands that you seriously need to wash, you're still covered in mango."

She was messy too, apparently. Not that he minded. If anything, it was precious, watching her get so excited to remember to do something so simple. He continued on, showing her how to layer the fruit, then sprinkle the brown sugar over the fruit. The fruit bubbled and cooker with the butter and the sugar and the alcohol. It smelled perfect.

"So what next?"

"Next, we do the mix. We gotta mix the butter and sugar till it's creamy. Which uh. Might take five whole minutes."

"Five whole-are you serious?!"

"I know your hands, they can manage."

Did that get him the side eye? Absolutely. But worth it, because damn was he funny. He mixed alongside her, and he could absolutely tell she was done with this already.

"You like putting me to work, that's what this is."

"Pepi, I PROMISE you, it's gonna be worth it! It's delicious, and mami makes it for Mateo every year on his birthday. It's a rarity in this house, and you'll see why."

When the mixture was FINALLY just right, he added the already mixed egg, vanilla, flour, baking powder, and a bit of salt. With some milk, the mixture was perfect. They both poured it over their buttered skillets, and added their mangos.

"It actually looks...nice."

"Wait till it's cooked. We just have to put it in, for about forty minutes."

"Jeez, why does your poor mother go through all of that? And for Mateo, he sucks."

Félix chuckled as he started to clean, letting Pepa sit there and complain. He didn't mind cleaning, so long as he got to look at her.

"Because she loves us. You should see her, she even makes her own ice cream to go with it. Patience is a beautiful thing."

"...hey Félix?"

"Yeah?"

"Does your mom hate that I can't cook?"

Félix's mother LOVED Pepa. Seriously, she was constantly hounding him to marry her already. But she didn't exactly fit in with his side of the family, just like he didn't exactly fit into hers. She was impatient, she could be super self conscious, and she couldn't make a proper meal to save her life, let alone clean or do laundry. He could understand the question, he just wished she knew exactly how much she was loved in this house.

"Not at all. If anything, she loves it, so she doesn't have to worry about you feeding me before dinner. Literally she told me the other day 'don't you pick Julieta, I don't wanna compete with her meals'. And that's just one of the many reasons why she's nuts about you."

That made her snort into her hand. He was glad that brought a smile to her face, if only for a second.

"Dios, I LOVE your mami."

"Don't tell her that to her face, it's all I'll hear for weeks."

"Like you don't already talk about me all the time."

"Hey. Don't be right in my own house."

She couldn't stop grinning, especially as he kissed her forehead, just to show he was serious. By the time he finished cleaning, the timer went off. He pulled them both out, and they looked ready. He set them on the counter, waving off some of the steam with his oven mit. Pepa looked excited, even clapping her little hands together.

"I made it! And it's not burnt! Not that I burn my food."

"Let's just agree that I'm proud of you. You did good. And we couldn't have made this without your gift. You make many beautiful things Pepa. And I know with all the rain and snow and thunder, it's hard to see it. But this? Is all you."

"Aw, Félix...well, I can only take some credit. Without you around, those damn trees wouldn't have survived."

He pulled her close to his side, just to hold her.

"It's a duel effort then. We make a good team, you and I. And damn we look good doing it."

"We REALLY do. Seriously, we're hot."

He was about to agree with her, when they both turned to the front door. His mother and father, as well as older brother, just walked in. His mother saw them in the kitchen, and immediately walked in, only to gasp at the desserts in front of them.

"Oh! Look at you two! Cooking in the kitchen! These look LOVELY! Honey, you better not be trying to replace me here."

Pepa chuckled, nudging Félix with a bit of mist against her cheeks.

"You can blame him, he made it with me. After we picked the mangos."

"Aw, well ain't that just the cutest little date! Is she staying over?"

"No, I promised Bruno I'd have her back by tonight. Sun is setting-can Pepa just take the skillet?"

His mother was on it, getting a large towel for her to carry the skillet without hurting her poor hands.

"Course she can! Do bring it back though, sweetpea, I use these damn near every day."

"Si, Señora Castillo-"

"Ah ah ah. Try that again."

"Si, mama."

"There we go!"

Félix traded the skillets while no one was looking, so she would be taking his home. He just wanted to be sure she'd have something to be proud of.

"I'll walk you home-"

His father grunted dismissively, gently shaking his head.

"I'll walk the girl home. You gotta help your mama with dinner."

"If you don't mind, Señor."

He put his hand on the small of Pepa's back, shaking his head.

"Not at all mija, I need to stretch these legs. I'll be back."

Pepa blew him a kiss as his dad took her outside, and Félix sighed.

"I feel. So guilty."

"What for, baby?"

"I swapped the cakes before she took it. This one is hers. I was just worried hers wouldn't be good. It kinda feels like I'm lying."

His mami chuckled as she patted his cheek affectionately.

"Aw honey. That's sweet of you. Don't worry, you're just being sweet. Why don't we try hers, since its here?"

Félix nodded. He gave a slice to his mother, his brother, then himself. He took a bite, and gagged. His mother coughed, taking a step back as if you told her this was from the trash. Félix winced, setting the plate down.

"Dios what IS that? It's all alcohol and...fish?"

His mom went into the fridge for some milk, to soothe her pour mouth, before chuckling.

"Oh. Honey, I think she was trying to put in vanilla, and put in fish sauce."

"When did she do that? I didn't even notice! Ugh, feels like a waste of mangos, it's inedible!"

Julio shrugged, amazingly still eating.

"I like it."

He shared a look with his mother, who just sighed.

"Julio, mijo, you can eat it if you want. I uh, don't think anyone else is going to."

"Can I take it to my room?"

"God yes, get it out of my kitchen."

Julio muttered a goodnight before grabbing the skillet, and walking away with it. His mom shook her head, chuckling softly.

"Oh that girl. You need to marry her, honeypie. She's a delight."

"...you know. I think you're right, actually."

#not transformers #encanto #asks #listen this is just MY ideal date #fruit picking and baking #seriously though god help this woman #only Julio likes her bullshit ass food #seriously he likes it more than his mother's #no one gets it #ANYWAY #we love a patient and loving Félix #and Félix's family who loves her #and yes everyone at the Casita was shocked that 'Pepa' made something so tasty

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The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]

Jeff the killer X Victim!

WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.

I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.

9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.

The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.

The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.

Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.

This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"

The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.

Familiar.

You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.

You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.

You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?

The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.

That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.

And it hits you hard.

The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.

Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.

He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.

His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.

"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.

In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.

"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"

You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.

You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?

"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"

"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"

He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.

He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."

"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.

"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.

The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.

"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."

Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.

"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."

You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.

"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.

"I won't."

You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.

"It's a medical room."

"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.

The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.

You actually got along with most of them.

The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.

You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.

You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.

And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.

You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.

If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

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Your Worst Nightmare - Billy Loomis

Fear bubbled in Lilith's stomach. "What did you say?" Lilith said. This phone call wasn't as amusing as it was before. "I said I want to know who I'm talking to." The voice tried to cover up what he had said before that. "That's not what you said." Lilith mumbled. "Look, my friend and I are about to watch a movie, so I have to go. Goodbye." There were angry complaints on the other line, but Lilith paid no attention to them as she hung up. Casey stood up from her place by the television.

"What's the matter, Lilith? You look like you've seen a ghost." Casey joked. It was true, the color from Lilith's face had drained completely. "Nothing, I just forgot about the popcorn." Lilith replied as she quickly locked the patio doors. "I'm gonna go check on it." Lilith smiled nervously before walking to the kitchen. Casey watched her suspiciously, but dismissed the ordeal by bringing her attention back to the tv that had finally started working.

Lilith was walking through the hallway when the phone in her hand rang again. "Shit." Lilith muttered. She answered the phone as she checked to make sure the doors in the hallway were still locked. "Yes?" Lilith asked as she entered into the kitchen to see if the popcorn was ready. "I told you not to hang up on me." The raspy voice rang through Lilith's ears. "What do you want?" Lilith said sternly. "To talk." The voice calmly stated. "Well then dial someone else." Lilith said before she hung up. She was about to grab the popcorn off the stove when the phone rang in her hand again.

"Listen, asshole-" Lilith was cut off by the dark voice. "No, you listen you little bitch! You hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fish!" The calm voice was nonexistent now and was replaced with the most angriest tone Lilith has ever heard. "Ha, yeah." The voice was now calm, and sounded amused at Lilith's silence. Lilith backed away from the stove and bumped into the island behind her.

"Is this some kind of joke? If so, it isn't funny." Lilith spoke, fear laced in her voice. "More of a game, really. Can you handle that, doll?" Lilith quickly ran into the living room to see Casey sitting in one of the chairs. "What's wrong?" Casey was alerted by the look on her friends face. She quickly stood up. "Lock the doors and windows. Hurry!" Lilith whispered. Casey ran to lock all the doors. Lilith quickly went to lock the front door before peering through the small windows at the top of the door. Casey soon joining her with tear stained cheeks.

"Can you see me?" The voice asked. There was no one there, and it wasn't helping that it was dark outside. Casey took the phone from Lilith's hand. "Listen, we are two seconds away from calling the police." Casey spoke. "They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere." The voice spoke as Casey walked away a little to look out a window while Lilith stayed at the door, too frightened to move.

"What do you want?" Casey whined. Lilith didn't hear what the voice said, but it couldn't have been good as more tears slipped from Casey's eyes. She hung up the phone, and both girls backed away from the door, shaking with fear. The door bell rang making both girls jump and yelp at the noise. "Who's there? Who's there?" Casey called out to the door. Lilith jumped for the phone to call the police, but right as she picked up the phone it rang.

Lilith answered the phone. "You should never say who's there. Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish. Might as well come out here to investigate the strange noise or something." The voice complained at Casey's dumb decisions. "Look you've had your fun now, so I think you should better just leave now or else." Both Lilith and Casey backed away into the living room. "Or else what?" The voice asked in a challenging tone.

Casey stole the phone from Lilith's hand. "Or else my boyfriend is going to be here in any second and he'll be pissed when he finds out." Casey said. "I thought you didn't have a boyfriend?" The voice asked loud enough for Lilith to hear. "I lied. I do have a boyfriend. And he'll be here in any second, so your ass better be gone." Casey pleaded with creepy phone guy.

"Sure." The voice said, not believing a word Casey says. "I swear. He's big and he plays football and he'll kick the shit out of you!" Casey yelled, trying to scare away the person behind the voice. "I'm getting scared. I'm shaking in my boots." The voice spoke calmly. Casey's attempt failed. "So you better just leave." Casey pleaded while she held her stomach.

"His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?" The voice said, the little color that was left on Casey's face had drained. Lilith began to worry. If they had Steve, did that mean that they had Billy too? "How do you know his name?" Casey quivered. "Turn on the patio light." The voice said like he had a scowl on his face. Lilith walked over to the switch and turned it on. "Oh God!" Casey yelled. There was Steve Orth tied to a chair and looked like he had been beaten up.

Lilith took the phone from Casey's hand while Casey tried to open the door. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice said which sent shivers down Lilith's spine. Casey closed the door and locked it again. "Where are you?" Lilith muttered as she watched her friend cry for her boyfriend. "Guess. That all depends on you." The voice said. "Why are you doing this?" Lilith asked. "I wanna play a game." The voice said, sounding more angry. "No." Lilith shook her head. "Then he dies right now." The voice threatened, sounding like he has gone off the rails.

"No! No!" Casey shook as she cried. "Which is it?" The voice asked. "Which is it?" The voice said more sternly after Lilith didn't answer. "Fine, we'll play your little game." Lilith said. She was no longer afraid, she finally stirred up enough courage to talk back to this guy. "Turn off the light." The voice demanded. Lilith gave Casey an apologetic look before turning off the patio lights. Muffled yells could be heard from Steve, but there was nothing the two girls could do.

"You'll see what kind of game." The voice spoke. The two girls sat beside each other in between the television and the wall, holding each others hands really tight. "Here's how we play. I ask a question, if you get it right Steve lives." The voice instructed. "Please don't do this." Lilith pleaded, not knowing what kind of questions he was going to ask.

"Come on it'll be fun. Its an easy category. Movie trivia. I'll even give you a warm up question." The voice persuaded all the while Casey was silently crying pleas. "Name the killer in Halloween." The voice demanded. "Uh, um.." Lilith didn't think well under pressure. "Oh, come on. You know this one. The guy in the white mask who stalks the babysitters." The voice said in a almost playful tone. "Michael Myers." Lilith mumbled. "Yes! Very good!" The voice shouted in triumph, seeming to be proud of Lilith.

"Now for the real question." The voice said in it's usual stern tone. "No!" Casey called out. "But you're doing so well! We can't stop now." Casey stole the phone from Lilith. "Just leave us alone." Casey said. "Then answer the question." The voice said bluntly. "Same category. Name the killer in Friday the 13th." The voice instructed. "Jason! Jason! Jason! Jason!" Casey stood up as she yelled the answer. Lilith quickly stood up beside her. "The killer was Jason's mom, Casey!" Lilith whispered frantically. "I'm sorry that's the wrong answer!" The voice shouted.

"No it's not! No it's not! It was Jason!" Casey said as both girls now looked out the patio doors. "Afraid not! No way." The voice rang through the phone. "Listen, it was Jason. I saw that movie 20 god damn times!" Casey yelled into the phone. "Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer. Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer." Casey cried while Lilith looked around for any sign of movement that might give a hint as to where this guy was.

"You tricked me." Casey muttered. "Lucky for you there's a bonus round, but poor Steve. I'm afraid he's out!" Steve's yelling could be heard, then the sound of a knife alongside the sound of fabric ripping could be heard. Casey cried out as she turned on the patio light. Steve was still tied up, but was no longer living as blood covered his torso. Lilith took the phone as her friend shrunk back into their hiding place. "Hey, we're not done yet." The voice penetrated fear into Lilith, but she swallowed it down to replace it with bravery.

"Final question. Are you ready?" The voice asked as Lilith tried her best to comfort her friend. "Bring. It. On." Lilith said through gritted teeth, thinking that it was going to be another movie question. "Which door am I at?" The voice asked. "What?" Lilith's voice shook with disbelief. "There are two main doors at your house, the front door and the patio doors. If you answer correctly, you live. Very simple." The voice spoke like this was just a game. Which it was a game, to him at least.

Casey grabbed an envelope opener off the top of the television for protection. "I don't know." Lilith muttered. "Your call." The voice said before the patio doors were shattered to pieces by a chair. Casey screamed as she ran off towards the kitchen. Lilith had been knocked out by the chair as it hit her head making everything go black. The last thing she saw was a white ghost face mask peering over her.

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(Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!)

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It's A Scream, Baby!

Part Four

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Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader x Stu Macher

Key

(Y/F/N)- Your First Name

(Y/L/N)- Your Last Name

"H-Hello?" I answered back, mentally beating myself for sounding scared. I couldn't help what I was feeling though. The man on the phone laughed, seeming to take joy in the anxiousness

"Look I don't know who you are or how you know me so I'm gonna just hang up-"

"Hang up and I'll gut you like a fish!" The voice came out harsh and sadistic. It didn't feel like an empty threat. My heart pounded in my chest.

"What do you want from me?!" I didn't know whether to be scared or furious about the fact that he was threatening me, though my body seemed to like the scared idea more. He seemed amused by my tone still, shifting from his angry threat back to his more laid back demeanour.

"Do you like horror movies?"

"Yes." I answered despite not understanding what the question had to do with anything.

"How about you answer some questions for me then?"

"Like what?"

"In the movie Friday the 13th, who is the killer?" The question caught me off guard. What did that movie have to do with anything that was currently happening? Why was that a question?

"Pamela Vorhees." I answered, almost answering Jason instead but I quickly managed to catch myself. I didn't want to know what would happen if I got it wrong.

"Very good, babe. Now one more question. Which door am I at?" My breath hitched and I felt like throwing up. It felt like some cruel prank. At least that's what I hoped it was. I dropped the phone as I remembered I had forgotten to lock the front door behind my mother. I bolted to the door but before I could it was thrown open, nearly taking me down in the process. If I had been a second earlier it likely would have.

A scream tore up my throat as I was met with someone in a white, eternally screaming mask and a black robe. I barely caught a glimpse of the hunting knife in their hand before I bolted into the living room, desperately trying to think of how to get out. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me and I quickly threw a table in front of the person causing them to fall over it and land on the ground. I didn't stay to watch them get up as I had heard the glass shatter.

I had two options. Either go upstairs or out the front door. Of course the front door was the logical option but it would also leave me out in the open and I didn't particularly care to be ambushed or give the person a chance to get to me quicker. I bolted up the stairs two at a time and ran to my room. I heard the heavy footsteps running again, following me. Tears threatened to block my vision but I blinked them away. I threw my bedroom door open and then slammed it just in time for whoever was chasing me to slam into the door. I had my body weight against it so thankfully the door didn't open. I locked the door and quickly shoved my dresser in front of the door and then my desk, barricading myself in the room.

There were loud bangs against my door and I assumed whoever it was was trying to break the door down. After a few unsuccessful attempts it became deathly quiet. I covered my mouth to avoid the choked sob that was threatening to come up. The shock of everything was wearing off and my body felt like a boulder was chained to me, making me feel weak. I saw the phone on my nightstand and I quickly picked it up, dialing 911.

I explained what happened to the woman on the other end though my voice was strained from the tears that were falling. I felt simultaneously on high alert and ready to just pass out. The woman told me she'd send someone and they would be at my house as soon as possible. She told me to stay on the line in case the intruder attempted to get back in.

It was only about three minutes before I heard footsteps. My breath hitched but soon a voice called out. "Ms. (Y/L/N)?" I told the woman that the cops had arrived and I hung up. I moved the stuff away from the door and cautiously exited the room. I let out a sigh when I saw an officer standing in the middle of the living room, surveying the damages. "I-I'm here." I said and came down the stairs.

The officer gave me a soft smile. "I'm Officer Dewey. Can you tell me what exactly happened?" As much as I didn't want to recount what had happened, I knew I had to. He took notes while I talked and called my mom. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was scared to be alone. The screaming mask seemed to haunt my thoughts and I prayed it would just go away.

My mom arrived fairly quickly and Dewey left since I now had someone else in the house with me. My mother was worried sick and asked me a list of questions I didn't want to answer. I knew she was just being protective, and for good reason, but I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and forget any of it happened. At least for a little while.

"I just want to go sleep it off." I told my mom. She seemed hesitant but nodded. I was thankful she didn't argue with me. I headed to my room and it seemed as soon as my head hit the pillow that I had fallen asleep.

I woke up the next day and headed downstairs, memories of what had happened the previous night quickly filled my head back up. I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, not having the energy to put much effort into myself. My mom had the news on and I listened to it. I didn't bother to shower. One day would be fine. I wasn't hungry so I skipped breakfast and just watched the news while I waited until I would have to leave for school.

"Casey Becker was found murdered last night after the perpetrator attempted to break into (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)'s home. The suspect is described to be wearing a white mask which appears to be screaming with a black robe. If you have any information call your local authorities." My stomach sank at the news. I didn't know Casey all that well but I had worked with her during one of my classes on a project. She seemed nice enough.

The news made me want to walk to school even less. What if I was ambushed? What if someone kidnapped me? What if I saw that person again? The thoughts made me nauseous but I had to go to school, as much as I wanted to skip it. Maybe seeing my friends and keeping myself occupied would help me not dwell on everything.

There was a knock on the door and I slung my backpack over my shoulder, opening the door to see Sidney and Tatum in front of me. They both quickly pulled me into a hug and I hugged them back, a few tears unwillingly slipping down my face. "I'll drive you to school. You certainly aren't walking alone after what the news said." Tatum announced. I gave a weak smile and nodded before the girls ushered me to the car.

I got in the backseat and Sidney and Tatum got in the front and soon we were off to school. Police cars and news vans were parked in every open spot there could possibly be and students seemed even more gathered outside than normal. I grabbed my bag and took a breath as we got out of the car. The girls ushered me towards the building but it wasn't long before one of the news reporters saw me and then they all gathered around us, yelling questions and shoving microphones at me.

"She's not answering questions." Tatum said firmly and helped to push us through the crowd. We finally got inside the building and I let out a breath.

"You okay, (Y/F/N)?" A male voice asked.

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A LunaTic and Her Gunn (Part 115 2Xs2) "True Intentions"

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"I've got different colored sticky tabs for the different spaces." Luna announces as she enters her storage unit.

Jackie and Sam are there with The Movers. Luna goes through picking out which pieces will go to The Brownstone, her Studio Apartment and the Recording Studio she just bought. She had signed the closing paperwork electronically with Monica and Ben earlier this week on the latter properties. The Apartment is ready but the Recording Studio needs a contractor for the equipment installation. Jackie being on top of that, they start the gutting process next week. Everything else is being moved out today.

"Whoah!!! Be carful with that!!" Sam cries out in concern as she watches The Movers roughly handle an original, stretched Mapplethorpe.

"What the FUUUUUCK." Luna groans as she rubs her forehead. "Why wasn't that crated?" She asks no one in particular as her phone rings. "Hello?" She sighs into the receiver.

It's Kylie. Luna's therapist. Calling because it's 2P on every other Thursday. Luna excuses herself, trusting Sam and Jackie while she finds an empty stairwell.

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"It's just conflicting, Ky... " Luna let's out with an annoyed sigh and a cloud of smoke from her pen while playing with Colson's padlock around her neck.

She's been on the phone with Kylie for the last 45mins talking about everything and anything. Colson, Justin, trust, feeling over exposed, setting up the lable. Her therapist advising her to breathe as always and to make a Pros and Cons list regarding marrying Colson. Knowing there is no option, Luna humors her with an Okay before they get off the phone.

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"How do we look?" Luna asks after coming back in from the stairwell.

"Good." Jackie begins to reassure her. "Everything you want is loaded into the two trucks. I'm gonna ride to The Brownstone and Sam to The Apartment... Uhm, Lee said you're good to go at Electric Lady Land around 7P... "

"And I talked to Mikey, he'll be there no problem." Sam chimes in.

"You guys are fucking AWESOME. Thank you." Luna pulls them in for a three way hug. "I gotta go meet Petey." She informs them once they release. "You guys good without me?" She asks.

Both women nod. Giving promises of phones calls if there's any problems as Luna heads back towards the stairwell; popping another XR and two 30s during her descent. It shouldn't be THAT hard... They're only responsible for moving half of her life.

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Colson gets in touch with The Boys and heads to Amsterdam Billiards for pool and beers. Popping his own handful of Adderall along the way. Stepping out of the cab, Mod greets him with an excited hug.

"What up, Kid!" He squeezes his unhappy friend. "Aww, come on... Don't be like that, you know Luna'll come around. She always does." Mod tells him with a slap on the back as they walk inside.

Benny, Baze, AJ, Rook and Slim have a table racked up. Mod grabs more beers as Colson joins them. They're all talking about the GMA performance. Agreeing it was killer. While Rook also can't stop talking about Jackie.

"Good luck with that, Rookie. I don't think Loons is doing any of us any favors right now." Colson sighs as he leans down to break.

"Shit. Speak for yourself, that's my homie, Dawg." Rook disagrees with him as he swigs his beer.

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Luna meets Pete on The Delancey's rooftop bar. He's already sat when she walks in. Noticing her, he stands for them to hug Hello. His normal excitement clearly missing as she orders a drink.

"I heard you and Colson got into it after I left." Luna cuts right to the core.

"Yeah. He wants to blame me for him running his mouth." Pete starts to complain to Luna's silence. "Like I started all this shit."

"You kinda did... I love you Petey but whether I cheated on Colson or Justin, like I told you last night, it's none of your business. My betrayal didn't land on you or even Colson so really the two of you are fighting over some shit that doesn't even concern you. It's that simple." Luna explains.

"So you did cheat on Beebs?" Pete asks her, ignoring everything else she had said.

"Yeah, Petey. I told you last night that I had an affair. I'm not proud of it but it happened." Luna shrugs as she fights back tears of guilt.

"Who was it?" He pries.

"What? No. You don't get to ask questions like that... Like, I don't understand why this feels like you're mad at me for some reason. I didn't do ANYTHING to you." Luna furrows her eyebrows at him as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Yeah but you did do something to my friend that he never did to you." Pete looks into his beer and then up at Luna.

"You didn't know Justin and I's relationship as well as you think you did. Just like you don't know nearly as much about me and Colson as you think you may. My turn? Your judgmental attitude towards me is really disappointing and if you're so worried about your FRIENDS than go make up with the one that's still in town. I'm outta here though." Luna swallows the rest of her Old Fashioned with two gulps. "Hit me up when you're done being a dick." She calls over her shoulder as she walks out of the bar.

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Mike's sitting alone outside of Electric Lady Land when Luna arrives. Lighting a cigarette, he looks up. Green eyes taking her in as he stands to grab her guitar case from her.

"What's goin' on, Luna?" He asks as he sits back down and takes a drag from his Marlboro.

Luna fishes around in her bag for her joint box and flask. Finding them both, she takes a swig before offering it over to his acceptance. Lighting a joint, she sighs out a cloud of smoke as they sit in silence. Sometimes no talking is good.

After a while Sam shows up. The three of them head inside to meet up with Lee. Thanking him, he tells Luna no one was even booked as they begin to set up in Studio A.

Realizing they need producers, Luna calls Slim. Then Snaps Colson. Setting her bag on the table, she pulls out supplies. Weed, whiskey, cigarettes and more weed. Popping another few 30s before laying her guitar back onto her body.

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"Yeah! No problem, we'll be down there ASAP." Slim says into his phone. "That was LunaTic, she wants us to come produce the track." He says excitedly to Baze once he hangs up. "Dawg! We gonna make some music in Jimi Hendrix's fucking spot, Yo!!" He exclaims as they slap hands across the pool table.

Colson's just about to put his two sense in when his phone goes off. Digging in his pocket, it's not the message he was expecting. It's a Snap from Luna.

"If I want? What kind of fucking shit is that?" He scoffs in his mind. "Why's she so fucking hot even while she's being such a fucking a bitch." He finds himself becoming annoyed with how much he wants her and her resistance towards him. He shoves his phone back in his pocket without responding.

The Boys are getting ready to head to  Greenwich Village when Colson's phone goes off again. It's the message he's been waiting for. Telling The Boys he'll meet up with them later, he's out the door before they pay the tab.

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Luna's leaned towards Mike in the booth when Colson walks in. He can't hear them but he doesn't like that he can see him making her laugh. Mike's a little to comfortable in his interactions with Luna in Colson's personal opinion. Luna catches the back of his blonde hair and significant tattoo as she looks up, watching as he walks out of the room. He quickly heads down the hall towards the bathroom, promptly pulling out the quarter ounce of cocaine he'd grabbed from Nipple.

Colson walks back into the studio just as Luna, Sam and Mike begin recording. Sitting with Slim and Baze at the soundboard, he grabs a pair of headphones and slips them on. Listening and watching intently. Luna can feel his eyes burning straight into her soul.

Nailing it on the third full take, they leave it alone. Luna doesn't want it mixed. Layered, yes but not mixed. She's always preferred the gritty, garage rock sound over studio polish any day. Coming out of the booth, she approaches Colson as he stands up.

"You came." She purrs with a drunken slur to her sentence as she wraps her arms around his waist.

"I go where you go, Kitten. Always." He promises her before lifting her chin to kiss her deeply; enjoying their first real kiss of the day but opening his eyes half way through to stare down Mike from around the side of the top of her head.

Hanging out afterwards, they celebrate with beers and lines. Luna declining as everyone else partakes in Colson's party favor. Having done enough other drugs all day, she's still buzzing from earlier so she's solid without it. Preferring to burn and drink instead.

"What do you have recorded so far?" Mike asks Luna about her upcoming album.

"I think maybe three out of an ambitious twenty!" Luna laughs softly at herself.

"I'm down to help with anything you need." Mike offers as he passes her a joint.

"Thanks... I'm probably gonna take you up on that." Luna answers. "I don't really have a band right now and we... "

"That's why you got us." Rook interrupts her while plunking down on the couch beside her and tossing an arm around her shoulders; he doesn't like the way Mike has been hanging around Luna either.

"That I do." Luna giggles as she kisses his cheek.

"We backed her on Nightmare and I produced Outlaw." Rook declares proudly while studying to the musician.

"That's cool, Little Man." Mike responds unfazed by Rook as he stands up. "Luna, you got my number if you wanna use it for anything. I gotta run though." He smirks at Rook as he leans down to peck her cheek.

"You want me to walk you out?" She offers.

"Nah, I'm good... I'll catch you around though." Mike smiles at her before heading for the door.

Watching the entire interaction, Colson follows behind him. Calling out his name, he catches him in the hallway right at the front door. Mike turns around unamused.

"You know we're engaged, right?" Colson questions him with an irritated tone.

"Yeah... And?" Mike cuts back while cocking his lip.

"AND? And I don't like the way you fucking act around her so back the fuck up." Colson snaps at him.

"Gonna be kinda hard since it seems that SHE wants ME as her new bassists." Mike laughs at him while slapping him on the shoulder.

"Gonna be kinda hard to play ANYTHING when I snap your fucking fingers." Colson warns him as he shoves Mike up against the wall; Mike's 6'2 so there's not much of a height difference between them.

"Try it, My Man." Mike chuckles, unimpressed by Colson's threat.

"You know what, you're right... " Colson let's him off of the wall. "Maybe I overreacted." He says as he opens the door for Mike and he begins to walk through. "Or maybe I FUCKING didn't!" Colson growls as he grabs Mike's right hand and jerks him back.

Slamming it with the door, in between the frame. One. Two. Three. Four times. Most likely breaking it.

"YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!" Mike screams as he grasps his mangled hand.

"You can walk away right now or you can crawl away with two broken legs also." Colson advises as he props the door open again.

"You're gonna FUCKING regret this." Mike snarls to Colson's emotionless stare as he holds his hand and turns to leave. "That was a bad fucking move, My Man." He calls out from the sidewalk.

"Maybe it was... Maybe it wasn't... But DAMN if it didn't feel good." Colson walks back to the studio with a pep in his step for the first time today; having released a majority of his stress. "I never liked that motherfucker anyway." He thinks as he opens the door, looking to locate only Luna. Knowing in the back of his mind that her and Sam are gonna probably fuck him up for what he just did but he doesn't care. Fuck that Dude, he doesn't want him around Luna regardless of the cost.

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"There's stuff!!" Rook exclaims pointing at the large, round arial rug, crates and boxes in The Living Room as they return to The Brownstone. Everyone but Luna is zooted, even Sam. "Yo!!" Check out these fucking chairs!" Rook continues to holler, now from The Study.

It's also stacked with boxes of Luna's books and vinyls. Having one wall with floor to ceiling bookshelves, she's looking forward to using them. Walking in, she finds Rook lounging on one of the two highback, purple velvet chairs she owns along with the exposed Mapplethorpe.

"What's up with that picture?" Rook asks as he accepts a beer from Luna.

"My grandfather shot it." She tells him proudly as they clink their beers together.

"It's really cool. Like the two flowers are reaching out for each other. Like death grasping for life." He says thoughtfully.

"I think that's what he was going for." Luna smiles to herself, admiring the exceptional piece.

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Luna makes her way upstairs to the shower. Turning Fletcher on, she lights up a joint as she cuts up another two 30s and swallows two Xanax bars. It's been a long day, she hasn't been to sleep in almost 48hrs and she's incredibly shaky from all the Adderall. Wanting to simply wash everything away and knock the fuck out.

"Hey... " Colson's sitting on the bed when she comes out of the bathroom.

"Hi." She answers as she stops and looks at him with a sigh.

"Please come're, Luna." He asks for her as he reaches his arms out yet again.

This time she does. Sitting on his lap in her towel, she wraps her arms around him and nuzzles her head into her spot in the crook of his neck. Resting his chin on her head, Colson and Luna hold each other silently besides his constant sniffling.

"Loons, I'm sorry." Colson speaks first. "I shouldn't... "

"Please. I'm SO tired." Luna whines. "But, Colson, it's not the secret that you told. I would've told Justin had he cared to notice or ask. It's that you told A secret because I've got bigger ones than that. You have no idea." She sighs sadly.

"Like what, Kitty?" Colson pries with concern.

"Seriously, I am so fucking tired, Col. Can I please just sleep. I promise I'll tell you everything." She pleads with him as the Xanax begins to take over.

"Okay... " Colson agrees as he kisses her forehead. "Lay with you?" He asks.

"There's no way you can lay down right now... Just come to bed eventually, please." Luna requests.

"Yeah." He promises "I love you." He tells her before taking her face in his hands and kissing her passionately.

"I love you too." She kisses him lightly on the lips again once they release before crawling off of his lap.

Dropping her towel, Luna climbs into their bed. Wrapping herself in the warm, custom blanket, she snuggles into the pillow with heavy exhaustion. Colson leans down and kisses her cheek. Dropping another I love you into her ear as she mumbles the same. She's out before he closes the door.

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Colson, Sam, Baze, Rook, AJ, Benny, Mod and Slim are downstairs for the next few hours. Jamming, talking uncontrollably and bouncing in and out off the front stoop to smoke cigarettes as they blow through the bag of coke. 

The house is still bare so they decide it's a good idea to start setting Luna's books up on the shelves. They're all high as fuck, doing whatever they want. Sam and Mod begin trying to organize her vast collection but are making no sense. Baze gets caught up in a hardback limited edition entitled The Great Big Book of Rock and Roll. Slim and Colson are in awe when they open a box of her records. Sitting on the floor, they start going through them like little kids in a candy store. Rook's really flying and gets bored quickly, heading into The Living Room to beat his energy out on his new drum kit. Benny and AJ are the only chill ones as always. Maxed out in the purple chairs, they continuesly puff on and pass blunts to the other wackos. Luna sleeping through it all.

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Sam and Colson find themselves out on the stoop alone. Their normal awkward silence is gone as cocaine fuels their conversation. Talking all things Luna. This is one of the reasons Sam barely hits the slopes, she talks too fucking much when she's on 'em.

"You can't be mad at Pete." She offers up her opinion. "Luna's like another little sister to him." She tries to explain.

"Yeah but he's supposed to be my bestfriend." Colson disagrees.

"I get that... So can't you understand the fucked up spot you put him in between the two of you?" Sam counters as she takes a drag off of her Camel.

"Yeah... I think he thought she cheated on me... " Colson trails.

"Look, he had a really hard time with Justin and Luna's relationship too. We both did. Justin would disappear and we'd be looking for him with Luna. Sometimes we'd find him sometimes we wouldn't. Sometimes he'd call Pete, me or Izak on his own. Pete and Izak would hide him... It was fucked up." Sam shakes get head in dismay as her own heart breaks. "Justin would get clean, be good for a minute but then relapse all over again and she'd be a fucking mess. If anyone tried to paint their relationship as picture perfect to you than they didn't truly know them. Luna and Justin had a lot of problems." Sam admits to one of the first people ever; Colson seeming to have that effect on people.

"She doesn't really talk about him... I mean a little but I can tell it's restrained." He sighs.

"There's my Sammy Bam Bam!" Baze interrupts them with a grin as he opens the door.

"Make up with Pete." Sam pats Colson on the shoulder as she stands up to head inside with her boyfriend.

The Cocaine Cowboys eventually round their night out. Sam following Baze to his room as Rook, AJ, Benny, and Slim head to theirs. Mod being super grateful for the spare bedroom he slept in last night. Colson making his way up to a still sleeping Luna.

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Stripping his clothes, Colson climbs into bed with Luna. Her body is warm as he slides himself around her. Firmly running his hand up her outer thigh, along her hip and ribcage before crawling around her breast. Feeling every inch of her once more as he runs his hand back down her slender body.

Luna moans as her hips begin to shift back and forth out of need and instinct. Colson grows harder against her back as he slips his fingers along her pussy lips. Feeling her juices spill out as he lightly dips his finger inside of her.

"Mmm... Fuck, I've missed her taste." He mentally moans, not being a able to resist sticking his fingers in his mouth as his tongue dances around her unique flavor.

"I wanna fuck you." Colson husks deeply into her ear while he grabs her tit.

"Mhm." Luna murmurs hazily as she perks her ass into him.

Getting the Go, Colson seperates her delicate lips with his fingers. Taking his time, he slowly guides himself into Luna. Feeling her body tense as she moans and pushes her ass deeper into him. Tangling their legs in each other's, Luna reaches behind and grabs the back of Colson's neck to pull him closer to her. Kissing every inch of her that he can reach, he fucks her sternly while she bounces lazily off of his cock. With her face and closed eyes still resting softly in her pillow; she moans and fucks Colson contently in her sleep and drug induced state.

There's something about a SleepFuck that's incredibly satisfying to Luna. Her walls clutch Colson's dick in pleasure, making he thrusts harder. Releasing himself as he feels her cum all over him.

"FUCK." He breathes into her bare neck.

"Mmm... " Is Luna's only response, she's already almost back asleep.

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Pete shows up on The Brownstone's stoop with two coffees. Colson meeting him with four blunts. The two friends take a seat. Colson firing up the first blunt after Pete hands him his coffee.

"Yo... I'm sorry, Dawg." Colson starts as he exhales. "I put you in some shit... "

"Nah, Homie." Pete cuts him off as he accepts the blunt. "Luna's business is her own. No matter who it's with." Pete sighs. "I just worry about her, Man. And you too. I've seen you both go through some fucked up shit and I don't want to see it again, I guess." Pete half shrugs as he takes a pull.

"Look, Sam ACTUALLY talked to me last night so I get it a little more than I did before." Colson tells him as he accepts the blunt.

"It was just hard... " Pete shakes his head at the memories.

"I don't want this to fuck us up." Colson bares his soul to one of his bestfriends.

"Me neither." Pete agrees as he reaches for the second blunt and fires it up.

Both friends look at each other. There's an understanding between men that can happen without words. This is one of those times. With a simple nod, Pete and Colson are good. Going on to enjoy their coffee, each other and the NYC morning as they get high and bust it up like nothing ever happened.

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Luna's extra miserable when Colson wakes her up for their flight back to LA. The lack of sleep, too many drugs and her gunshot wound have her aching in every sense of the word. She doesn't shower. Just throws on sunglasses, cuttoffs and an oversized Hotel Diablo hoodie.

They make it to JFK just in time for their 11A flight. Everyone is dragging, not only Luna. Proving that cocaine is a Motherfucker. Once seated in first class, everyone knocks back out. Luna curling up against Colson as his face lays on her head and arm rests upon her bare leg.

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It's just before 8P by time they make it back to The LA House. Everyone is tired. No one is happy. All dropping their luggage in The Living Room before heading to their beds. They're so mentally jacked, no one's even thought to check The Charts, let alone eat at all day.

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Luna and Colson sleep clean until the next morning until her alarm goes off. Colson groans as she shifts away from him. Climbing out of the bed, she reaches high to stretch. Colson watching her out of one slitted eye.

"Why are you up?" He asks flatly.

"So you can truly see me." Luna answers before disappearing into the bathroom.

It takes a shit ton of coaxing and drugs to get Colson moving after Luna's shower. Complaining the whole time as she hands him water and joints. Once in the shower he starts to feel slightly better after he jerks off. He's FINALLY fully functional after his Adderall and coffee kicks in.

Not getting as much sleep as Luna and doing way more drugs, he's really edgy. She hands him a football before they walk out of the bedroom. He's so pissy they leave the house quietly without his trademark WE OUT.

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"Can I have the keys?" Luna asks, she's dressed in an overall romper, white shirt, long socks and one of her leathers as they walk towards the Rover in the early Saturday sun.

"Why?" Colson asks back as he tosses them to her in his own ripped jeans and black T.

"I need to drive and you need to listen." She answers before sliding into the driver's seat.

"You're talking to me now?" He counters with a slight attitude as he buckles his seatbelt.

"Do you think this is a fucking game?" Luna whips her head towards him.

"No." He answers solemnly as he sparks a joint.

"You don't seem to fucking get it at all." Luna shakes her head as she pulls out of the driveway.

"Look Loons, I'm sorry I fucked up with the Tommy and Justin thing. I shouldn't have said shit no matter how I was feeling." He exhales his apology as he passes her the joint and finally pops the Xanax she gave him.

"You still don't get it, Colson. How many times do I have to tell you.. It's not the secret you told. It's that you TOLD a secret. Period. You don't seem to realize that I'm dirtier than a fucking affair... Fuck." Luna let's out an exasperated sigh. "Let's be honest. In the short time you've known me; I've committed coercion, shot a federal agent, am in the process of setting up an underground abortion clinic... Oh! And I was blackmailed into issuing a public apology for fucking up one person out of what? A fucking dozen? And that's only been in the last 3MNTHS... Seriously, I am a fucking criminal." Colson stares at her as everything begins to register. "Fuck, I've got things going on that you don't even know about yet." She continues to worry as she hits the joint a few times while staring ahead. "And now, I'm terrified to fucking tell you about them."

"Like what?" Colson asks her with a concerned, yet amused SideEye as he takes the joint.

"Why should I tell you? Every criminal who's been caught is usually taken down because of their irrational lover." She looks over at him with a light smirk and hazy blue eyes for the first time during their car ride.

"You really gonna play me like that?" He scoffs at her before inhaling a huge hit.

"I don't know. You wanna say don't call Jax but are your stupid ass, jealous comments gonna get me popped one day?" She bites back as she fumbles for her cigarettes.

"Are you fucking serious?" He spits out as he starts to get angry with her. "What the fuck do you think I would do to you and what the fuck else are you doin' that's worse than what I already know? And where the FUCK are we going?" He demands as they continue to drive.

Luna's quiet for a long moment as she smokes her Newport. She's trying to keep herself calm and figure out exactly how to tell Colson about what things. Already having made her decision long before they got into the SUV to give up her biggest secret.

"Tell me, Luna." Colson asserts as he lights another joint.

"All in?" She asks him firmly as she looks over at him and holds his stare while he grabs her hand to reassure her. "I told you... I'm dirtier than you think. I own properties that clean money and stash shit for one of the biggest distributors on The East Coast." Luna admits in a hushed voice.

"It's for Tommy, isn't it?" Colson immediately snaps as his mind flashes back to his conversation with Benny.

"OH MY FUCKING GAWD!!" Luna can't help but scream. "You are so fucking hung up on other dudes that it's insane and probably what's gonna get me caught!" Luna stops. "How can you not see that I tell you more about myself WILLINGLY than any other human being on This Earth? That you know more about me than Justin ever did." Luna's lip trembles as tears escape from her eyes. "So, yeah... It started with Tommy but I have bigger associates now... " Luna shakes her head. "That's only a blip though. There is so much more at stake for me than that!" Luna slams her palms against the steering wheel in frustration as she begins to sob. "You have no fucking idea." She shakes her head again as her voice breaks.

"Then what is it, Luna?" Colson softens his tone with her.

Coming to a stop light, Luna turns her head and looks Colson dead in the eyes. Her hands are clutching the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles are white. There's a look on her face he's never seen before. It's a mixture of sadness, pain and determination. Taking a shuddered sigh, Luna flicks her cigarette out the window. She finds herself begging The Universe that he won't betray her this time as she's about to tell only Colson her true intentions. Lighting her own joint, she inhales deeply and holds the hit in. Looking over at Colson, she studies him. He stares back, waiting for her words.

"I'm gonna kill Smurf." She states icily before turning away, releasing the brake and focusing on what's ahead. "Still wanna marry me now?" She asks, puffing on the joint without taking her eyes off of the road.

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Part 2 of 2

To be continued...

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wonderful

pairing: ron weasley x oc

year: 4th

warnings: nothing really, just fluff. also i wrote this for myself thinking no one else would see it lmao.

also please note, this oc has a lot of character development, and one of the characters is another oc! for a little backstory, she’s oliver woods younger sister, she’s a ravenclaw and her parnets basically disowned her when they found out. she stayed with remus and dora and the burrow sometimes because her family knew them. but yeah, that’s a little backstory, now please enjoy :)!

(gif made by me!)

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scarlet woke up bright and early on saturday. you may be asking why but she had a small date with ron weasley today. god, everyone knew. harry, hermione, draco, eva, fred and george(they wouldn't stop talking about it in the common room).

scarlet placed her feet on the blue rug, stepping out of bed as luna looked at her. she was up early. luna smiled at scarlet as she turned the pages of one of the many herbology books around the girls dorm. scarlet smiled backand walked over to her dresser, trying to find an outfit. the girl fished out a blue and yellow flannel, a nude turtle neck, and some black jeans.

scarlet grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom. cho was just coming out, she rolled her eyes at scarlet. scarlet was very confused. it seems like cho had became friends with all the mean ravenclaw girls and even some of the mean slytherins, leaving scarlet and luna behind. they weren't very close but it still hurt scarlet.

scarlet ignored cho, and simply walked into the bathroom, throwing her clothes off and getting dressed. she already got a shower the night before to save time. once she was done, she walked back to her dorm with luna, and sent an owl to oliver, her brother.

"Dear Oli,

    How's life? I haven't sent in owl in a few days but I got your letter. Today, I am going to Hogmade with Ron. Just a day with my best friend. Have you heard from mom? Or dad? Let me know.

Snape was talking about how you were so good in potions, saying I should be better. I think it's because I'm friends with Harry. Also, I heard you got the spot on the team! Good for you, I'll be coming to your next game in January. For now, I'll keep sending the letters.

Until next time,

Scarlet R. Wood."

she finished the letter in no time, looking up at the clock. 9:30. ron said to come down for breakfast at 9:35 but she decided to go a bit early. she grabbed her scarf and she headed down to the Great Hall, smiling the whole way.

when she got there it was about 9:33, she was early but it was alright. she saw that ron, hermione, neville, and harry were all out of bed. odd. harry always slept late, maybe it was for training? scarlet didn't question it too much because she was now sitting right next to ron.

"hey, you're early." ron smiled, harry rolled his eyes. why was he was jealous? he liked cho. "of course i am, i'm always early." scarlet replied, taking some pancakes from the table. ron smiled. "i guess you're right.." he replied awkwardly. "well, i've gotta go to hagrids for tea..i'll see you guys later." harry spoke, fixing his glasses. everyone nodded as fred, george, and evanora malfoy came to the breakfast table.

"hey ron! do you remember the protection spell we gave ya?" fred asked, winking. "shove off, fred." ron replied, his face as red as his hair now. scarlet laughed softly. "ronald, you're not embarrassed, are you?" hermione asked, ron rolled his eyes at her. ron was embarrassed but scarlet found it cute. she smiled, and kissed his cheek lightly, making ron even more embarrassed.

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ron and scarlet walked to the entrance of hogsmeade, scarlet anxiously grabbing his hand. ron smiled. "sorry..i'm just a bit nervous. i heard cho is going to be here....she hates my guts." scarlet chuckled softly. ron nodded softly. "she's a bloody bitch." ron mumbled softly as scarlet began walking towards the candy shop.

as the pair arrived, they spotted luna and neville. the pair was buying some chocolate frogs. scarlet smiled at the pair as ron ran to acid pops. he loved those things, and scarlet had no clue why. "hey ron, why do you like those so much?" scarlet asked coming up behind the boy. he jumped slightly. "you scared me!" he laughed but then shrugged. "but i'm not sure, scarlet. why do you ask?" "i don't know, just curious. ooh! jelly slugs!" scarlet smiled, walking over to the slugs. ron laughed. "you're so odd." he smiled, picking up two packs of the slugs. ron also had about four acid pops.

the pair made their way over to chocolate frogs, ron smiling like a fool. he loved chocolate, and so did scarlet. "how many do you want?" ron asked. "four is fine, i can pay for them. oliver sent me about 50 gallons." ron's eyes went wide. "50? merlin!" ron laughed, hanging her four of the frogs.

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they paid for their things and decided to go get some food and butter beer with harry and hermione who ended up coming later on.

ron and scarlet walked into one of the restaurant that actually allowed younger people in it. harry and hermione were already there. ron waved at them, walking over to the pair.

harry forced a smile onto his face as he noticed the pair holding hands and hermione sighed. "you've gotta move on, harry. i heard ginny likes you." hermione spoke. harry rolled his eyes. "i like cho." harry replied quickly. hermione looked at him with that look. "fine, i still like her. but not as much as i use to. it just hurts to see he-" harry stopped when he saw the pair inches away from the table. they hadn't heard anything, which was a good thing.

"hey guys." scarlet smiled, looking over at ron briefly. "hey, how was your day so far?" hermione smiled wiggling her eyebrows. scarlet laughed. "oh hush. we've only been here for 35 minutes. we've only went to the candy shop. we're gonna go to the bookstore after this." scarlet replied to the comment.

ron was quiet, which wasn't normal for him. scarlet picked up on it, quickly, too. but the waiter came quicker than normal, so she hadn't gotten the chance  to ask what was up with him until after.

"hey, what's wrong?" scarlet whispered to the boy while hermione and harry were distracted. "nothing, i just feel bad about the whole harry situation. i shouldn't be such a git about everything." ron admitted. scarlet nodded. "hey, love, don't feel bad about it-" scarlet stopped, she had realized she had called the boy love. ron turned bright red, but scarlet continued her statement.

"we all make mistakes, as cliché as it sounds, we really do. now, cheer up. please." scarlet smiled as she directed her attention back hermione who was telling us about fred asking her to the ball.

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it was now 8:45pm, and all the kids were making their way back to the castle. ron and scarlet walked hand and hand laughing. "oh my god, once! once-let me tell you about this-" scarlet said in between wheezes, "my dad always wanted oliver to fly like flawlessly- so he'd take him outside to practice, and one day oliver fell off his broom and the broom hit my dad in the head so hard-" the pair laughed as harry looked on with jealousy.

"harry, you really need to realize scarlet doesn't feel like same. she obviously likes--no loves—ron." hermione mumbled. "i know, i know hermione. i think i'm gonna ask cho to the ball." he smiled. hermione smiled too. the pair didn't know that cho was with cedric.

"one time fred shit his pants." ron wheezed. scarlet spat one of her gummi slugs out at the comment. "when he was 10." ron continued. "no fucking way!" scarlet laughed harder, hanging ron a gummi slug.

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ron, scarlet, harry, and hermione all plowed into the common room, everyone laughing. it was a great day. "hey guys, i had fun but i've really gotta get back to my dorm." ron frowned. "uhm..why don't you just stay here? you can sleep on my bed or something." ron spoke awkwardly. "okay—okay fine, but i've gotta write to my brother in the morning." scarlet agreed.

ron lead scarlet to the dorm. everyone had separate dorms with one other person. sometimes, they didn't even have another person. scarlet smiled at the smell of the room. pine, mint, and flowers. it was wonderful. she had been in his dorm before but it didn't smell this good. maybe she was just distracted.

"do you wanna go to bed now?" ron asked, a smile on his face. "sure." scarlet spoke, returning the smile. "can i borrow some clothes from you?" she added. ron blushed before mumbling an "of course."

he handed the girl some red pj pants and grey shirt. she nodded and went into the bathroom connected into the dorm. she slipped her other clothes off, taking her rings and necklace off, sticking them in the pocket of her jacket. she slipped the pants on before putting the shirt on and returning to ron.

when she came back ron was laying on his bed, smiling and looking up at the ceiling. scarlet smiled at the boy again, walking over to the small bed and laying down on her, her head laying on the boys chest. ron blushed softly, as he awkwardly wrapped his free arm around her figure.

"thank you." scarlet mumbled softly, closing her tired eyes. "for what?" ron inquired. "today, silly." she chuckled. "you're welcome. but thank you even more. i had such a fun time.." he smiled, tempted to kiss the top of her head. but he was too nervous.

"scar, do you wanna go to the ball with me?" ron asked, confidently. "y-yes! of course!" she smiled, flipping her body so she was facing the boy. he smiled and cupped the girls cheeks gently, kissing her. scarlet smiled, wrapping her legs around the boy's waist. ron's face heated up as he realized what she was doing.

he had no problem with it, it wasn't a bad thing at all. it was just terrifying, for both of them. but even while thinking this, they kept kissing each other, sloppily, though. scarlet pulled away, placing her forehead up to the boys.

"you're wonderful, ron weasley."

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Scream

Genre: Thriller/Horror

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Word Count: 2,812

Tags: Thriller, Horror, Murder, Some fluff, Angst

Summary: It's tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you'll never forget. Scream!AU

You've always thought it was a satisfying sound; the popping of popcorn as it gets cooked.

In the living room, the screen of your Smart TV displays the Netflix homepage. It's the eve of your birthday and you're getting ready to watch a scary movie. It's a classic slasher one. Your boyfriend had phoned you no less than half an hour ago, telling you he'd be present to hold you as you start your annual movie marathon. You appreciate it, knowing Hoseok wasn't a fan of the horror genre but he was willing to spend one night a year to watch scary films with you.

You make it up to him, though, watching cheesy romance comedies and action movies on his birthday. A balanced compromise means a healthy relationship.

You're walking back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, wanting to make sure you don't miss a spot cleaning up, making sure you've got a large enough blanket draping the couch for when the night gets chilly, making sure your beverages are ready. When you deem everything presentable, you focus on your TV, clicking the first movie on your list.

Your boyfriend lived a few blocks away from your house, usually taking him less than 10 minutes from his house to yours and you wonder what's taking him so long. You're just about to pick your phone up to dial him when it rings, startling you enough to fumble with it when it nearly slips out of your fingers.

It's an unknown number. Pursing your lip, you answer the call.

You clear your throat, "Hello?"

"Hello." It's a man's voice.

You wait for a response. When only silence follows, you shut your eyes, rolling them behind your eyelids. It's a prank call.

Trying to sound as polite as you can, even using your customer service voice, you follow with a, "Yes?"

It takes two seconds for the receiving end to answer. "Who is this?"

You absentmindedly stride towards your kitchen, checking on the popcorn in the microwave, "Who are you trying to reach?"

"What number is this?" The man's voice was deep and smooth, but had a gentle tone. He sounded like he was genuinely asking, and you start to think your assumption was wrong.

You hum patiently. "What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know."

You nod, still staring at the microwave, "I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

You hum again, hanging up with a, "It happens. Take it easy."

Your lips lift in a soft smile, the conversation with the soft spoken stranger turning out to be one of the most polite ones you've ever had. It takes a exactly second for you to remember why you even had your phone in your hand and you unlock the screen to dial again when,

It rings. You pick it up.

"Hello?" You start, tentative.

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" It's the man again and you're starting to sense in the pit of your stomach that something might not be right.

"Who is this?" You reply, closing your eyes and taking a silent breath, telling yourself not to assume the worst every time.

There's a chuckle on the other end, boyish and light. "You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."

Just as you start to ponder if playing along would get this over with, your microwave dings. You peek at it and take out the popcorn.

Walking to the cupboards where you keep your boals, you make a disapproving noise. "Hm. Yeah, no. Sorry, it's just..stranger danger. You know how it is."

"What was that noise?" Still smooth, still gentle. Still a mystery.

Rolling your tongue in your cheek, you bite and play along. "My microwave. I'm making popcorn."

"Oh," There's a rustle, "You watching a movie? I only eat popcorn at movies."

"Well yeah." You giggle, giddy at the thought of spending the night with your boyfriend's hands gripping yours tightly.

"Really? What kind?"

Grabbing the bag of fresh popcorn and transferring it to a bowl with one hand was inconvenient, but you'd rather deal with it than stop the conversation with a stranger whose tone of voice you start to feel is familiar, "Just a scary movie. Pretty old."

The man drawls the next question, "do you like scary movies?"

You nod, even though you think he can't see you, "Yup."

His voice is husky now, his words throaty and drawled, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Oh, now he's flirting with you, you realize. It might be one of Hoseok's friends playing a prank on you, maybe even your boyfriend himself and you inwardly huff.

"I don't know. They're all different in their own way, so there's no way to compare."

"Well, you have to have a favorite."

"Uh," You wrack your mind for a title, "well there's a recent one I just watched. New to the slasher franchise. The Boy. Heard of it?"

"Ah, yes the guy hiding inside walls, stalking his own baby sitter."

You're in the living room now, bowl of popcorn in your hand and setting it on the coffee table. "Yeah. Brahms Heelshire."

"Brahms! That's right. I liked that movie, it had a nice twist."

"It did have a nice twist, the ending kind of sucked though." You glance at the clock and your eyes twitch, not looking forward to your boyfriend once again apologizing for being late.

"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?" Speaking of boyfriend, you roll your eyes. It's Hoseok now, you're convinced. Hoseok with a voice changing app.

"Yes." Not for long unless he gets arrives in less than a minute to save his ass. You don't notice the way your finger accidentally taps the 'End Call' button.

Your phone rings again and you answer on first ring.

"So sorry! Didn't realize I hung up."

"Tell me your name."

You want to scoff, instead you shake your head. "Why do you wanna know my name?"

"Because I wanna know who i'm looking at."

Your blood seems to have went cold inside you, goosebumps suddenly erupt throughout your whole body and you shoot up, looking around you.

You swallow a lump in your throat. "What did you say?"

"I want to know who i'm talking to."

"That's not what you said." You rush to open the small drawer installed in your coffee table, taking out a bottle of pepper gel before bolting to your front door to make sure it was locked. You turn on the light on your porch and see no one present. You turn it back off.

Walking briskly to the sliding door between the small garden and the inside of your house, you turn the light on too, but again, you don't see anyone present. You huff now, gripping your phone tighter.

"I have to go now." Your cold, shaking fingers struggle to remove the phone from your ear.

"Wait.. I thought we were gonna go out."

"I don't think so. I have a boyfriend."

The voice, previously so gentle, turns hostile and violent, "DON'T HANG UP ON ME."

"Gotta go." You force out, willing yourself to hang up.

"DON'T—"

Your shaking as you try to recollect yourself. Yoongi left a gun here, you think. Said it was for self defense and he doesn't go without it whenever he walks his girl home. The last party, he was showing off. He had a gun and he passed out. He left it and you were going to return it tomorrow. But it's still here. Still in the house. You could go get it.

You clench your eyes shut, panic consuming you the more you try to remember whether you placed it in your father's seldomly used vault or in your bedroom's private drawer. Both were at the opposite ends of the house. You were having trouble just standing.

The phone rings again and you're tempted to let it ring until it goes away.

But you have to know..

"Yes?"

"I told you not to hang up on me." The gentle tone is completely gone.

You clutch the pepper gel tighter in your other hand, making sure it was unsealed, ready to be used. "What do you want?"

"To talk."

"Well, dial someone else, okay?"

The voice sounds amused now. "Getting scared?"

You grit your teeth. "No. Bored."

You hang up immediately, tired and afraid.

You run to check your back door, finding it locked as well. All of the doors were locked. There was no way someone else could get in.

Just as you back away from the door, your phone rings again and you're fed up.

"Listen, asshole—"

"NO. YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?"

It's deep and it roars.

You suppress a whimper. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"More of a game, really." It's calm again but you don't trust it one bit.

"I'm calling the police. I swear. They'll trace this and i'm filing charges." You threaten, gripping on to one of the curtains to ground yourself.

"They'll never make it in time." It's dark, it's deep, and you're so scared.

You release a sigh, and you sound defeated even to yourself. "What do you want?"

It's deeper this time, more throaty, less human, "To see what your insides look like."

You fumble to hang up, letting the phone fly out of your hands right after.

Your hands are shaking but you shake your head in determination as you reach for it again. You dial 911.

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"

"Can't—No time, he said he was here. Someone threatened to kill me. Said—said he could see me. Think he can see me. Said he'd kill me. Please send someone! Anyone!" You whisper frantically, backing against a corner to avoid any surprises.

"I understand. We'll send someone immediately."

You nod, unable to find your voice to even thank the receiver.

As you're curled up in the corner, you bury your face in your arms.

Then, you remember.

Hoseok is supposed to arrive any second. If someone dangerous was waiting to break in, Hoseok would be completely unaware and helpless.

Your pacifist boyfriend Hoseok wouldn't have anywhere to hide. To run to. You know for a fact he'd be walking this late at night with his car broken down since the previous week.

Better if it was just you. Better if you didn't drag him in.

Trembling, you dial his number.

"Hoseok?" You jump when he picks up the phone.

"Yeah, honey? I'm so sorry i'm late! I'm almost there!"

"My parents are here!" You squawk, and in the back of your mind, you're taken aback at how easy the lie fell off your tongue.

"My parents are here and pissed. Have—have to cancel." With a shuddering breath, you whisper delicately, "I love you."

"Wait, what? Y/N? DON'T HANG UP ON ME!"

You hang up.

Your phone rings again and you already know it's an unwelcome call.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Who's there?"

"You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish."

You loose your grip on the phone, letting it clatter to the floor just right by you. The voice buzzes. You tap the loudspeaker option.

You sigh. "What did I do?"

There's silence. You physically feel the energy draining out of you, the adrenaline taking its leave and in its stead, defeat. Your eyes are clenched shut, so that you don't have to see yourself die.

Your voice is croaky, and when you touch your face, it's wet with tears. You were crying? "There's must be something I did. Something I must've done for this. Can't you tell me?"

The phone clicks, signaling the call was ended from the other side.

You hear a crash from upstairs. The shattering of glass. You locked the doors, but the windows are breakable.

"Y/N!!" You hear Hoseok's voice, his fists banging on your front door. "LET ME IN!"

Multiple thuds from the other side. Hoseok was trying to break down the door.

It's too late. You hear footsteps approach you and you curl tighter around yourself, keeping your eyes shut.

You whisper then, "Get it over with. Just don't touch him."

The footsteps stop in front of you. "Sure. Loverboy's queued right after you."

It's like you've been brought back to life, hearing that sentence. You snap your eyes open and realize you're still gripping the pepper gel in your hand. You look up at your tormentor, sees a a shapeless silhouette with a mask on, a knife aiming to pierce through you but just as he gets close, you empty the bottle. Even through the mask. It has to have a hole for him to see, right? You hope.

There's a yelp from the masked man, and you dash towards your front door, your hands still shaking as you undo all the bolts. Hoseok looks red in the face, but you grab his hands to run.

"Fuck!" The masked man sputters, throwing his disguise down and upon hearing something hit the ground, you risk a glance behind you.

Your blood boild at the sight of a familiar face.

"Yoongi?!"

"Fuck. Who the fuck do you think? Fuuuck!" The man rolls on the ground, grunting in pain as he rubs at his eyes.

"Yoongi! I told you I didn't approve of this shit!" Hoseok growls, marching towards his best friend.

"Fuck you! It was you idea, asswipe!" Yoongi bites. "It was his idea, Y/N!" Yoongi chances a peek at you with one eye as he totally rats his best friend out, his whole face red and wincing, "Said you liked horror movies! Said this was foreplay for you! I'm the victim! I fucking climbed up with the tree that had a fucking bee's nest! I have ant bites all over my fucking ass! I have three splinters! Fucking hell! Ow!" He chokes on a sob as the gel finally settles in his eyeball.

"Wha.." You look at your boyfriend, confused beyond comprehension.

"Listen, I said it in passing and I was drunk! I didn't know they'd do this to you!" Hoseok raises up his hands in a defenseless manner.

"You scared the shit out of me, Yoongi!" You growl, marching towards where he's curled up into a ball, clutching his face in agony.

"God, please take me to a hospital." Yoongi pleads.

"You deserve this, you son of a bitch! I can't believe you took him seriously while he was drunk! You gave me that advice yourself!" You stomp on the mask he was wearing, picking it up to examine it just to throw it back to the ground in pure rage.

"So," Hoseok nuzzles his head against your shoulder, trailing kisses to your neck, "happy birthday?"

Yoongi huffs from his hospital bed as he watches the two of you practically melt into each other.

"Oh, shut it. You brought this on yourself." You stick out your tongue at your boyfriend's best friend.

"Whatever." Yoongi grunts, "Call Jiah. Tell her I have to cancel on our plans for tomorrow. My eyes hurt."

You giggle as your boyfriend's lips land on a ticklish spot behind your ear.

"Fine. Let me get my phone." You reach over to grab your bag and Hoseok whines at the momentary loss of your warmth. You stare at your phone, head tilting in wonder and you call out, "Hey Yoons, I can't believe you could say all that stuff."

Yoongi glares at you from his spot. "What stuff?"

"About gutting me and shit. That was traumatizing." You shake your head, and you miss the look of confusion shot in your direction.

"What?" Yoongi looks at you like you've morphed into a duck. "No I didn't."

You hum as your boyfriend resumes rudely ravaging your neck. "Didn't what?"

"Say that. I only called you twice. It was a prank call. I asked you if you had a boyfriend just in case you were playing Hoseokkie and you said yes so I clearly failed."

You feel your heart drop to your feet.

"Why did you break my window, then?" You whisper, pressing yourself closer to Hoseok as fear crawls back up your spine.

"What? I didn't. You said your parents' windows were never locked so I went in through there."

Your hands twitch, still holding your phone.

"Y/N? You okay?" Hoseok asks, wary of the way your face loses color.

You whisper, barely audible, "Someone was really there."

A few blocks away from your house, a girl grips her phone with a bloodied hand.

Your caller ID flashes on the screen. Too late.

(A/N: don't know if i'm making this a series. user @curlykoo who has since deactivated but complimented me and liked horror fics this is for u 💕 + most of the dialogue is actually from the movie itself!)

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[flowersofepiphany]

EYES OF A DEMON, HEART OF A HUMAN

chensung kimestu no yaiba!au

☆ jisung would never and could never hurt chenle. even if he was turned into a human eating monster.

winter had came as fast as autumn left, leaving the town buried in a blanket of snow. as tranquilly beautiful as the sight was, humans cherished their time in the daylight. when nighttime arrives is when all fear is let loose. where humans are locking their doors tight and hoping demons won't come and steal them of their life.

to flinch then tremble in fear when you are in the presence of one. to beg and hope that you'll make it out alive if a demon ever catches you, though it was very unlikely that they will.

with his parents brutally murdered by demons, zhong chenle had no choice but to try and find a home somewhere else and live on for his parents. the sight had been brutal; enough to leave a constant imprint in the young boy's mind. blood splattered onto every inch of wood that held up their small home. limbs that were ripped off thrown carelessly onto a part of the floor. but nothing could compare to the paper pale skin and dulled eyes of his parents. it felt like as if his throat closed up on its own, preventing him from being able to take in a single breath. he felt sick to his stomach.

"chenle! what's..." the boy's best friend came to a halt in front of the two mounds of dirt on the ground and chenle himself covered in dirt and what seemed to be blood. even when the latter tried to move forwards, he stayed still in his spot, his gaze never tearing away from the two mounds that were slowing being lit up by the waking sun's light. "oh chenle...i'm sorry..."

that was enough for him to engulf chenle in a tight hug. it didn't matter if he was covered in dirt or blood. there was a need for comfort and he was there to deliver it, it was the most he could do at the moment anyways. he wished he could do more. a frown never suited the boy and it broke him to see his best friend like this.

"jisung..."

"hm?"

"can i go with them too...?"

the question came as a surprise to jisung, tears unknowingly brimming his eyes.

"is it selfish of me to say that i don't want you to?" finally letting his emotions boil over, he held tighter onto his best friend's smaller frame.

once he felt chenle's own arms make their way around his torso, it was safe to assume that his request wasn't so selfish after all.

-

"don't tell me you're going to go sell coal in this weather. c'mon lele, you're going to get sick and you know it." nagged jisung, following the boy who was loading coal into his basket.

"i have to. the townsfolk need some kind of warmth during this harsh weather. besides, we can't keep this all to ourselves ji." chenle countered, hoisting the large basket onto his back like a backpack.

"mom's gonna be mad and start to nag at you crazily. and you know it's ten times worse that what i'm doing now." he pointed out, in a matter of factly tone.

"please come back early. you know what happens at night." jisung intertwined their pinkies and pushed their thumbs against the other's, sealing the promise.

"yes i know that way too well. just take care of mom, dad, and little soobinnie alright?" reaching up, he ruffled up jisung's hair out of pure habit. he always did this whenever he was going off somewhere, it was like a routine for him now.

"i will i will." with that, jisung bid chenle off, watching his back disappear downhill. please come back safely.

for a good few years now, chenle had been taking shelter with jisung and his family. the park's had always considered chenle family, so it wasn't hard for them to welcome the broken boy into their comforting arms. he couldn't be more grateful to know such a generous family as theirs.

their house is perched around midway of a mountain close to a village right at the bottom of it. jisung had told chenle that his father chose that spot, believing that the spiritual energy was positive and would most likely defend them from any bad energies. so far, the house has been living up to its expectations and none of them had encountered a demon as of yet.

once chenle finally reached the village, he was already greeting people left and right. to say that he was well known in this town was an understatement. everyone knew him as an angel sent down from the heavens. he'd help as many villagers as he could, barely asking for any money in return because he enjoyed helping them and that was enough for him.

"chenle dear, what are you doing down here in such weather?" asked a towns lady way into her late sixties. chenle knew her as miss kang. she usually made beautiful tapestries that she'd sometime gift the boy for helping her out so much. (he usually hung of the small tapestries in his room, admiring the colorful scenes that the depicted)

"i'm just delivering coal." chenle responded with a big smile that reached up to his eyes, causing them to wrinkle at the corners. "do you need some miss kang?"

"no no, it's quite alright. i should have enough to last me a good two more weeks." she declined politely, waving her hand. "but, i do have something for you. stay there for a second yes?"

chenle nodded and stood at her door as she went back to fetch something. when she came back, she had a steaming cup of sujeonggwa in her hands. "i just bought some fresh cinnamon so this should taste delicious."

"i'm sure it's going to taste delicious either way miss." chenle carefully took the cup into his hands and blew on the cup, trying to cool it down before he took a sip. once he did, the strong taste of ginger and cinnamon hit him instantly, but it was toned down a tad with the sweetness of the dried persimmons. warmth spread down to the male's stomach and he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. "you truly are the best at making sujeonggwa miss kang. it never fails to warm me up from the inside out."

"oh stop the flattery. i just hope that's enough for you to carry on for the day. i heard it's supposed to be storming in the evening, so make sure to get home by then." miss kang warned, patting the boy of his shoulder.

"i understand!" and he was off again to deliver coal to the townsfolk who needed it. along with some minor jobs like helping mister kim with his load of potatoes or finding jeno's cat who's ran away for like the fifth time that month.

time passed by so quickly, he hadn't realize the winds picking up and heavy clouds starting to cover up the bit of light they had left. when he did though, he began hiking up the mountain as fast as he could. he promised jisung he'll get back early but by being so caught up with everything, he's totally lost track of time.

as chenle was passing mark's, a former demon slayer's son, cabin he heard the latter calling out to him. "chenle! what are you doing out at this time and weather?"

"ah, i was just heading back home hyung. nothing to worry about!" he responded.

a concerned look overcame the elder's features, "i can't let you climb that mountain lele. come back here and just stay the night, i don't want anything bad happening to you, understand?"

it was hard to say no to mark when he was whipping up his favorite; dried salted fish with a side of kimchi and rice. even though the bones were a pain to get out, it was well worth it for the yummy meat of the fish. he sat on his cushion happily consuming the food mark had provided him.

mark here had also fell victim to the demon's foul ways as his parents were taken away from him too. maybe that's why him and chenle clicked so well when they first met. it was a mutual understanding they had, and a beautiful friendship it became.

"i can feel the scoldings i'm going to get from jisung and his mom once i get back." chenle groaned, flopping back onto the futon mark laid out for him a few moments prior.

"then maybe you should actually listen to him for once?" mark suggested in a playful manner, as he laid down on his own futon next to chenle's.

"it's not my fault that the townsfolk need my help." the latter huffed petulantly, crossing his arms from underneath the covers.

"you can always politely decline lele."

"you know i can't do that!"

"yeah yeah, just go to sleep now okay? jisung's going to be waiting for you tomorrow morning with a sandal in hand, so might as well prepare yourself."

"i know. goodnight hyung."

"night lele."

-

the morning came and something wasn't sitting right in chenle's stomach. he left mark's place with thanks and promises of returning to hang out before he began hiking up the mountain again. when he was only five minutes away from reaching home, he started to shake uncontrollably for as the feeling intensified the closer he got. something wasn't right. something wasn't right. something wasn't right.

and that's when he made a break for it.

"jisung!" no answer.

his breath became ragged and every intake of air stung due to the frozen air. the house came into view, and at first everything seemed fine, but a closer look and he could see that it was eerily empty. too quiet to be the park's household. soobin should be out and running about around this time, playing with the snow while jisung tailed him.

scanning the place, he finally saw it.

crimson dotted the fresh snow, bright and unforgiving. memories from that morning came back to him like a punch to the gut, and he couldn't bare to think of what happened in that house. yet, he made his way forward. heavy steps imprinting in the new layer of snow that conjured up last night.

a familiar mop of black caught chenle's eyes, and his breath halted.

there laid his best friend with his arms wrapped tightly around another, much smaller body. soobin.

"no no no no no no no no..."  he stumbled onto the scene, dropping his basket somewhere along the way. dropping to his knees, his hands hovered over the two bodies, shaking violently. if i touch them, it just makes this all a reality. he didn't want this to be a reality. he didn't want any of it to be.

"jisung, you have to wake up. soobinnie, hyung's back, please open your eyes huh?" chenle started to mutter absolute nonsense, eyes darting everywhere so see any signs of what was left of the demon.

but no, not even a cloth from its clothes nor a strand of hair to mark its identity. only death and destruction lie in its wake.

looking into the house, two figures lie deathly still. red painted the walls as if it were some revolting mural. turning back to jisung and soobin, he tried to feel for any warmth on their bodies. maybe it wasn't too long ago and they still had a chance to live. yeah, that's right, they're going to be okay, he told himself.

chenle's heart dropped to his stomach. soobin's skin was ice cold, no warmth could be detected at all. he then moved to jisung, already accepting that the latter would be cold too. but no, a sparse fire could be felt and chenle didn't know whether or not he was imagining it. deciding to take the chance, he hauled jisung's body onto his back.

at this point, it didn't matter that jisung's stupidly long and lanky limbs weren't hanging awkwardly around his smaller figure, or if the metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. it didn't matter because there was a chance that jisung was alive. and you bet he's going to take that chance.

running down the mountain terrain was a difficult task, yet it didn't stop him from running even faster.

"it's okay ji, i've got you. you're going to be alright. i'm going to get you some help so stay strong for me okay?" the latter encouraged, feeling parts of his nose and cheeks start to go numb from the cold.

while he was busy running, he didn't notice the male on his back slowly rising from his back. his eyes weren't its usual dark brown as it took on a stormy gray hue. he bared his teeth, canines unnaturally sharper than usual. the smell of human flesh was so pungent and he couldn't resist the animalistic hunger that overtook him. there wasn't one reasonable thought in his head besides the fact that he need to eat.

right when he was about to bite down, chenle stumbled in his steps while trying to take a sharp turn, causing them both to fall over the cliff and onto the ground below them. thankfully it wasn't that far and that a thick layer of snow lined the once grass filled terrain.

chenle's mind was going into overdrive. there was no time for recovering from the fall or to catch his breath. he needed to get back on the trail with jisung...

speaking of said male, chenle shot up from the snow as his eyes darted around to find the familiar cerulean of his kimono. he couldn't even lay an eye on it before he was harshly pushed down onto the snow again. on instinct, his hands came up and held on to the person's shoulders then adjusted his vision to see who knocked him over. the answer came as a total shock.

"j-jisung? y-you're—" he couldn't even finish before jisung pushed down with inhumane force, ready to bite off his head.

reacting quickly, he was able to shield himself with his sheathed hamidashi. the covered blade was shoved horizontally between jisung's teeth, preventing him from biting down much. yet, it wasn't enough for jisung to stop relenting. chenle's eyes were blown wide at the boy in front of him; eyes a dark gray, canines obviously larger and sharper, with veins popping out of his forehead.

"JISUNG! LISTEN TO ME, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! PLEASE..." chenle screamed, hoping—no, knowing the jisung he knew was still in there, somewhere. he flinched when he felt jisung's nails digging into his forearm through the fabric of his own kimono. "stop...please...y-you're hurting me..."

chenle's eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block out the pain that was running along his forearms. then, out of nowhere, he felt some warmth on his cheeks. last time he checked, he hadn't shed any tears, or did he without knowing.

to find out, he opened his eyes and was met with jisung's glossy eyes. i'm sorry, they seem to say. it was clear that jisung was fighting to let go, but the demon blood that had entered his system was too strong for him. his hands were shaking violently from how much force he was putting into stop the urge. he didn't want to hurt chenle anymore.

"jisung breathe. it's just me. there's no need to cry alright? i-i'm fine, see?" chenle mustered up his best smile to show that he was okay. to show that he was in no pain at all.

little by little, he could feel jisung's grip weakening then finally loosening completely. his bangs fell over his eyes, covering them from chenle's sight. sitting up on the elder's hips, his hands curled up into tight fists at his sides. using every bit of willpower he had left, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to restrain his hunger. don't think about it, he told himself. don't hurt chenle.

chenle watched as the boy before him went into an internal battle with himself. he was biting so hard onto the covered blade, chenle was sure he'd shatter it at any second now. unconsciously, he picked up his hand and gently placed it upon jisung's head, petting it lightly like how he always did when he was going off into town. except this time, it wasn't a goodbye. it was an 'i'm here for you, it's going to be okay'.

after helping chenle fight his own battle of losing his parents, and wanting to end his life every minute of the day subsequent of that fateful morning, it was his turn to be there for jisung all the way. it didn't matter that jisung was now a demon, as jisung was still jisung. and it held clear that he was fighting back to the best of his abilities.

cautiously, chenle removes the hamidashi between the latter's teeth. from there, he sat up too, cupping jisung's face in his own hands so that they could be eye to eye.

"y-you should run while you still can." his words came out frail and shaky. "i...i don't know how much longer i can hold this off."

"i'm not going anywhere, ji. i'm staying right here. with you." chenle replies stubbornly as always. sometimes, jisung wished chenle wasn't so stubborn. to care about his own wellbeing for once instead of others.

"please...i don't want to hurt you. you have to go." tears were still spilling out of his eyes, marking up his flushed cheeks.

"no. i refuse to let you suffer alone like this. you were there for me when i felt like the whole world had collapsed on me. now it's my turn to be here for you." chenle used his thumb to smear away the younger's tears. "it's okay if i get hurt. i'm fine with that."

hearing those words never felt so good but it also stung like an open wound exposed to salt. jisung was glad that chenle refuses to leave him, but the other side of him felt so so guilty. why should he risk the life of someone he loves so much? he wanted to push away, but his hands wouldn't respond to him. all they did was pull chenle closer until he could feel the other's heartbeat against his own.

#chensung #chenle #jisung #kimestu no yaiba #nct #nct dream #oneshot #lilsomethingbasedonthefirstepisode

[cophineonmymind]

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You (Clexa Version- Chapter 1)

(Note- I cannot figure out how to do a Read More on mobile so I'm really sorry for the long post) The flyers are posted all over the hall. ‘Prom Saturday 4th 7-11:30 PM’. They were posted weeks ago, and Lexa has had to walk through the hallways a little bit faster ever since. It feels like they're staring at her, calling her out. Of course she can't ignore it; not with the flyers, the posters, the tickets, the gossip about who is going with who that she can't help but overhear. There's only one person whose date Lexa really cares about: Clarke Griffin. Clarke Griffin, straight-A student. Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team. Clarke Griffin, beautiful, intelligent, kind, funny- And dating Finn Collins. For two years, they've been the school’s power couple. The captain of the soccer team, prettiest girl in school, and the star football player, voted “Best Hair” in the yearbook for three consecutive years. Of course, they would end up together. Of course, they would go to prom together. Of course, they would get married after college and get a dog, two children and a house with a white picket fence. It all seemed excruciatingly inevitable. And of course, Lexa would end up going to prom alone, if she went at all. Just another inevitability. Still, even knowing that Clarke doesn't like her like she likes Clarke, even knowing that Clarke loves somebody else, she can't help but steal glances at her all through class. They have exactly three periods together- Gym, English, and Calculus, their last class of the day. When the bell rings, signaling the end of Calculus (and thank god for that), Lexa hurries out the door, hoping to avoid making any further awkward eye contact with Clarke. Unfortunately, Clarke seems to have other ideas. Lexa is more than a little bit surprised when the blonde calls out her name from behind her. “Lexa!” She turns around, immediately on guard, heart beating at twice its normal rate, a combination of hope and fear swirling in her stomach. “Hi” Clarke says, catching up to her. Lexa smiles uncomfortably. “Hi.” “So, um,” Clarke bites her lip, apparently nervous about what she has to ask Lexa, “you know, prom is coming up soon, and I've seen your dancing- you're really good, by the way, like crazy good-” Butterflies revolt in Lexa's stomach. She doesn't dare to hope. Could it be? Has Clarke broken up with Finn? Is she actually asking Lexa to prom? “And, um,” Clarke continues, oblivious to the flurry of emotions Lexa is trying to conceal, “well, I was kind of hoping that you could teach Finn how to dance. He has two left feet” she chuckles, as if she hadn't just driven a spear into Lexa's stomach. The butterflies turn to nausea. She can feel her stomach drop. “I-” Lexa starts, with no idea how to respond to this request. She opens and closes her mouth, searching for words, but not finding any. What kind of nightmare is she in? The hopeful expression Clarke wore a moment ago fades, overcast with worry. “I-” Lexa tries again. She knows how stupid she must look, eyes wide, unable to get out a sentence, the love child of a deer in headlights and a fish out of water. “I- should I not have asked you that?” Clarke asks, looking genuinely concerned. “Is something wrong? Are you alright?” She's saying so many things, but Lexa can't hear anything. She feels like her brain is short circuiting. “I have to go” Lexa says finally, casting a final glance at Clarke before rushing away. Clarke stands there for a moment, utterly confused, before she hurries after Lexa. She ascends the flight of stairs she saw the other girl head towards, but has no idea where to look. She decides to check the bathrooms first. Going into the nearest one, she calls out her name. “Lexa?” “Lexa?” When there's no response, she checks another bathroom. And another. And another. Finally, she finds her, standing over a sink, splashing water on her face. “Lexa?” she asks. Lexa turns to face her. “Lexa, whatever I did, I'm sorry. What's wrong?” Lexa shuts her eyes, sucking in a breath. “Clarke, I'm not going to teach your boyfriend how to dance with you.” “Alright, I'm sorry for asking. But- why are you so upset?” Lexa almost laughs, but there's no humor in it. “Seriously, Lexa. What did I do?” Clarke asks, stepping closer to Lexa, pleading for an answer. “You asked me to teach your boyfriend how to dance with you.” Clarke stands there, not understanding. Lexa says it again, louder, more slowly this time. “You asked me to teach your boyfriend how to dance with you.” Realization starts to dawn on Clarke, her features, contorted from confusion, flattening in comprehension, in surprise. The shadow of anger disappears from Lexa's face, her expression softening. She's exposed now, bare, vulnerable. Afraid. “Oh” Clarke says in a small voice. Lexa can't read her. Before she knows what's happening, Clarke is stepping forward, into her, and their lips are crashing together. Clarke's hands are on her waist, holding her, pulling her closer. It takes Lexa a moment to kiss Clarke back. And then as soon as the kiss began, it ends. “Lexa, I- I need to talk to Finn.” Lexa stands there, not responding, still in shock. Clarke takes her hand. “Lexa, I like you. I really like you. But I don't want to be a cheater.” Lexa nods, incapable of words. Clarke looks at her, wishing she could just pin her up against the wall and kiss her again. But that will have to wait. Clarke makes a decision. “Wait for me” she asks Lexa. “Please- if you want to- wait for me, and I promise I'll be back.” Clarke runs off before she can hear Lexa's response. If she hadn't, she would've heard a soft “okay.” ~ “Clarke” Finn grins as she approaches him. When he sees the determined expression on her face, he looks confused. “You cheated on me” she states. Not an accusation, just a statement. “Clarke, I-” he starts. Clarke shakes her head. “I'm not done. You cheated on me, and that's not ok, but I cheated on you too.” Finn’s eyebrows crease. “What?” “Look, Finn, our relationship is shitty. We both know that. You cheated on me months ago, with some freshman whose name I bet you don't even remember and I never brought it up. I should've. I kissed Lexa Woods, not five minutes ago, and I-” Clarke stops for a moment, trying to hang on to her anger. “I shouldn't have” she says, tone softening despite her efforts. “I shouldn't have cheated on you, even if you did it first. I should've talked to you first. But-” she sighs. “I'm breaking up with you” she says. “What? Clarke, you don't have to- I forgive you!” he tries weakly. Clarke shakes her head, getting frustrated. “That's not what this is about. I like Lexa. If I'm being honest, I've liked her since before we even started dating, I just didn't have the guts to ask her out.” Clarke is confessing it as much to herself as to Finn. She should've asked out Lexa years ago. She never should've agreed to date Finn; she knew he was trouble even then. She should've had two amazing years with Lexa instead of two crappy ones with Finn. “I'm sorry” she says, only sort of meaning it. “I have to go.” She rushes back up the stairs, hoping that Lexa is still there. Hoping she waited for her. When she finds the bathroom they were in, Lexa is still there. She looks up as Clarke walks in the room. Clarke doesn't waste any time. She walks right up to Lexa and pins her against the wall like she wanted to before, hands back on her waist, holding her steady as she returns her lips to Lexa's. Lexa kisses her back immediately this time. “You broke up with him?” Lexa asks when they come up for air. Clarke nods. “It's not an excuse, but he was an asshole. He cheated on me a while ago.” Clarke bites her lip. “And-” she steps farther into Lexa's space, if that's possible- “and I should've been with you from the start.” She presses another kiss to Lexa's lips. “I've liked you since freshman year” she admits. “I should've asked you out then.” Lexa smiles into the next kiss. “I liked you too.” Clarke smiles. “And,” Clarke adds, her face so close to Lexa's that Lexa can feel her words against her own lips “you're the only one I ever really wanted to dance with.” Lexa grins. The swarm of butterflies returns to her stomach as Clarke presses her back against the wall, determined to make up for three lost years.

#clexa #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfiction #clarke griffin #lexa woods #the 100 #the loo #wlw #lexa x clarke #clarke x lexa

[creepypasta-stories-4-all]

The Origin of Eyeless Jack

Click… click… click…

Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.

He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his body, or college itself. He didn't have any girlfriends to worry about. He just felt different without any explanation. It gave him a headache he was thinking so hard. Jack rubbed his temples, pushing the door leading outside with his foot. A gust of wind swept across slamming the door behind him.

It was around 6PM, the sky was mixed with both orange and blue. The further the sky grew the darker it got. Curfew, surprisingly, was 12 o'clock Midnight. He never really questioned it vocally, but always wondered why it was so late. Usually curfew was around 8PM where he lived.

"Hi Jack!" The male looked up to see one of the girls in his class. She most likely left class, considering she still had her book bag on her shoulder. Jack half smiled and rose a hand to greet her. It was-- oh, what was her name? Jenny! Jenny Smith.

"Hey Jenny. Just now leaving class?" Jenny smiled and nodded her head, adjusting the strap. "It's pretty late, what made you stay so long?" The girl's smile lost it's brightness for a split second before reviving.

"Oh… Just a study session. We have finals comeing up soon y'know. Best to stay on the ball." She giggled before tucking her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing out here anyway? It's gonna storm tonight." Jack shrugged his shoulders before eyeing the sky, smelling the air for moisture. Yep. It would rain any second.

"Just came out for some fresh air is all. Got done with homework in class 'n stuff. Didn't feel like playing any video games or watching TV. So I came out here." Jenny nodded her head every so often, showing him she was paying attention, and smiled again.

"Hehe, well, you got your air. I gotta go though, I'll see you later!" Before Jack could reply with a goodbye, the girl quickly dashed off past him, following the sidewalk up around the side of the dorms. Jack rose a brow in curiosity, his mind zipping with questions. Only to have it cut off by a drop of rain-- then another, and another.

"Shit." He muttered, running back to the door to get back inside, not wanting to get too soaked in the rain. Another slam of the door rose up behind him. Jack started shaking his fingers through his hair, sending water droplets everywhere while wiping off the rain from his face and jacket. As he made his way back up to his dorm room Jack began fishing through his pockets for his keys, whistling a random tune while he traveled up the two flights of stairs. Listening to his tune echo out in all directions. It was kinda creepy, now that he thought about it… Where WAS everyone? It was too quiet for a Friday evening. There was usually people up and about… maybe lots of students staid behind for tutoring. Maybe some went home for a weekend. Maybe people are already in bed, or in their dorms. Being very… very, quiet.

Jack sighed as he began unlocking the door, shoving his keys back in his pocket after the door closed behind him.

"Yo Greg! You here?" Nothing. No response. Just the sound of rain hitting against windows. "Huh.. guess he's studying too…" That's a first. Jack made his way over to his bed, slumping down to get ready to sleep. He pulled off his hoody, kicked his shoes off, and rolled over to face the wall, not bothering with the covers. He just wanted some sleep. Closing his eyes, Jack slowly began dozing off. The rain practically lulling him to sleep.

"Praise Chernobog, for his bloodstained hands will bring salvation to us all! HE shall bring us closer to our everlasting paradise! HE is our lord and savior! Praise Chernobog! Praise Chernobog!!"

Jack let out a gut wrenching gasp for air, waking in a cold sweat. His eyes darted from one corner to another before rising up from his spot. He panted, feeling his hands tremble from the dream he just had. Jack looked around his room, relieved that his roommate Greg was in his bed. He could tell he was fast asleep from the dreaded snoring that came out of him. He himself was surprised he could sleep through it. Slowly exhaling through his mouth, Jack rose up from his bed, staggering to the mini fridge on the other side of the room. His mind churning questions. What kind of dream WAS that?? Never had he experienced one so… so real. Grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge, Jack began gulping down the bottle, not caring if he woke up Greg.

Letting out a cold sigh Jack tossed the now empty bottle into the recycling bin, now making his way to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sides of the sink as he eyed himself. He was pale, eyes border lining bloodshot. Groaning, he let his head hang low, fighting the urge to vomit. "Man… What the fuck…" He murmured, running his hand across his forehead to wipe away more sweat. That's what I get for playing those survival horror games. He though to himself, slightly smiling as he began brushing off the whole thing. Get it together Jack, it was only a dream. Dreams don't come true. You've just played too much Silent House is all. No big deal. Just go back to sleep, and get some decent rest. "Easier said than done…"

That morning, Jack felt someone shake him awake.

"Dude, Jack, wake up bro, you've GOT to see this." Jack let out a tired, irritated groan from under the covers, slowly pulling them down to see what Greg wanted. The blonde grinned and flashed a photo on his phone in his face. "Guess who got laid last night." It was a picture of some topless girl on his lap, posing for the camera.

"… She looks drunk." Jack muttered sleepily, his hand slowly rubbing the sleepies from his eyes. Greg blew air through his pursed lips, rolling his eyes as he closed his flip phone.

"You're just jealous."

"Bullshit. I'd rather have a life than get some chick pregnant at college."

"Touche good sir, but fuck you, I use protection."

"Whatever…" Jack began pulling his covers back over his head, feeling the weight of his friend rise up off his bed. Good, he could get back to sleep.

"Dude, I had such a weird dream last night." Jack paused when his mind processed the word 'weird dream' and was instantly awake.

"… Really…? Me too… What was it about?" Greg shrugged his shoulders, his fingers flying across the numbers on his cell, forming a text to his girlfriend.

"I had a dream where my grandma blew up like a balloon and started chasing me around with a giant fly-swatter." Jack's fear and anxiety dropped. He turned his head to look at him.

"… What the hell dude." Greg laughed after snapping his cell shut.

"I know right?? Fucking hate that hag. Won't surprise me if she completely dislikes me. I broke so much shit in her house as a kid." Jack rolled his eyes, fully pulling the covers over his head, wanting to get more sleep in. Greg looked over and rose a brow. "You said you had a dream right? You remember it?" Jack laid there in silence, wanting him just to leave already. The blonde furrowed his brow and began nudging Jack's back with his foot. "Come onnn, tell me. I know you're awake."

"… I had a dream about some guy 'preaching'."

"And you say MY dream is weird."

"I never said your dream was weird. But it is."

"Anyways, go on." Greg pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them as he listened. Jack sighed and rose up from his warm salvation of sleep.

"There was this guy preaching about some guy named 'Chernobog'. And that he'd lead everyone to paradise with bloodstained hands. They were dressed in these weird looking robes and wore these weird masks..." Jack looked over to his friend, watching him give a weirded out look.

"… Bro, you've played WAYYY to much Silent House." Jack smiled a little and shrugged his shoulders. Relieved that his friend had said his thoughts the night before.

"What can I say? I love horror games."

Jack spent most of his morning studying for finals, wanting to get school-related things out of the way before he could enjoyed his weekend. Greg left to meet up with his girlfriend, telling Jack he'd be back around 6. It was usually on Sundays when the two sat down together and played one of the many video games that had until it was time for bed. For Jack that is. Sighing, he turned the last page over on his notes packet, memorizing his handwriting slowly. Suddenly, a knock at the door tore him from his studying. Jack turned his head and eyed the door, then rose up from his desk to answer the door. Pulling it open, he was surprised to see Jenny standing in front of the door. "Oh… Hey Jenny." Jenny smiled and waved.

"Hi Jack! What are you doing inside on a Saturday?" Jack looked back to his desk before turning back to the girl.

"I'm getting my studying done early so I can enjoy the rest of the day with relaxation." Jenny nodded her head understandingly and placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, I'm sure you've done enough studying, you should come outside. Everyone's doing something today." Jack mentally sighed in relief. Good, so people WERE here today.

"I'll come out when I'm done. I guess…" Jenny giggled and nodded again.

"Hehe, okay~! See you later!" As just like that, the student was off in a flash. Jack smiled a little before closing the door, making his way back to his desk. He sat down and began rereading the page of notes, keeping everything fresh on his mind.

Then it hit him. How did Jenny know where his dorm room was..? They never really talked to eachother, let alone shared dorm room numbers. It kinda gave him a creepy feeling at first. But then his realist side thought otherwise. Maybe she saw you come into this room once without you noticing. Maybe Greg had told her what room he lived in, and it just so happened that Greg and he shared rooms. Shaking his head in frustration, Jack rubbed his temples.

"You're just overanalyzing everything Jack. No need to fret over pointless stuff.." He said to himself, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe he was done studying for the day. Again, he swiped up his hoody off his chair and slipped it back on, along with his shoes before heading outside. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he felt himself breath another sigh of relief when he saw how many students were up and about. Glad to know he wasn't going crazy.

He watched as some people played ball, tossing either a football or baseball. Girls were huddled in groups outside, talking about lord knows what, not that he cared. He was just happy to see people. Just then, a hand crept over his shoulder. Jack looked back to see it was, none other than Jenny. Again. "O-oh, hey Jenny." The girl smiled.

"Hehe you're outside of that dark room! Took my advice to come out eh?" Jack smiled nervously, giving a nod or two. "You should hang out with me and my friends. We're gonna go for a walk in the woods." Jack rose a questioning brow.

"For what?" Jenny laughed.

"We're just hanging out at our place. Come on, don't be a wuss." Jack felt a little hesitant at first, but he slowly came around and agreed to follow. Jenny grabbed him by the hand and began tugging him along, making sure he was close. "Hurray! Off to the Cave!"

"The Cave?" Jack asked, watching the forrest grow bigger with every step.

"Our hangout silly! Sarah found it at the beginning of the year, so we decided to make it a hangout area for us."

"Us?" Jack asked again, looking back over his shoulder watching the school slowly get consumed by trees.

"Me, Sarah, Bobby, Fred, and Luna. You ask a lot of questions." Jack couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry, I don't mean to. I've been having a rough weekend is all." Jenny looked back at him and smiled.

"It's okay! We all have our days."

As minutes passed, the two walked around what seemed like an invisible path that only Jenny could see. Jack couldn't help but begin to worry. He was about to open his mouth to ask another question, until the girl released his hand, punching her fists in the air. "We're here~!" She sang, running ahead of the boy. Jack looked up to see a rather large cave next to a babbling brook. He watched as two girls and boys appeared from inside it, greeting Jenny happily-- until they saw Jack. Their smiles faded and they began leaning in to Jenny, whispering while keeping their eye on him. Jack felt a little nervous, feeling as if he shouldn't be there at all and that he should be back at his dorm room playing Silent House. But, Jenny looked back as well, gesturing him to come forwards like it was okay. The brunette took a deep breath before making his way over, eyeing over everyone but Jenny. All of them still didn't look pleased, despite their forced smiles.

"Uhh… hey." Jack rose a hand giving a wave. Sarah eyed him over before crossing her arms.

"Hi." She said bluntly.

"Hey." Said Bobby and Luna.

"Sup?" Fred smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"What's he doing here Jen? I thought it was just going to be you." Jenny rolled her eyes at Sarah's statement and wrapped an arm around Jack, her free hand patting him on the chest.

"I thought it would be cool if you guys met Jack. He's a really cool guy, honest!" Luna and Bobby looked at one another while Fred nodded.

"I've heard about him. Straight A student, smart kid." Fred walked over to Jack and began leading him inside the cave, rambling on about what kind of video games he liked. Leaving the group outside. Sarah shot daggers towards Jenny. Jenny gave a stink eye back.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing Jen?? You can't let outsiders into--"

"He's not going to find anything out. Be nice for a change, Sarah." Sarah glared, then grumbled under her breath, following after Fred. Luna and Bobby looked at one another before going in as well.

The group settled inside, everyone huddled around a fire in a circle. Jack sat in between Jenny and Fred while the others completed their small circle. Jack felt uncomfortable, especially with Sarah giving dirty looks every so often. But surprisingly, the evening wasn't all too bad. Everyone got to know a bit more about him, asking questions and talking about what they enjoyed doing, talking about school and exams. Jack looked around the cave as they spoke. It was cool inside. They had tables and desks, places where they set up books. They even had a compartment for food. It really was like a place to hang out. I guess I worried about nothing. Jack thought, smiling at the comment Fred made. There was a sudden clap of thunder from the distance, causing the group to look up at the entrance of the cave.

"ANOTHER storm??" Sarah complained, rising up with a book bag over her shoulder. "I'm leaving, last thing I want to do is get caught in the storm. Bye." Sarah turned on heel and ran over to her bike resting up against a tree, and rode off back to the school. Luna and Bobby both rose up together.

"We don't want to get wet either… We'll catch you guys later, okay?" Luna said, smiling over at Jack and the others. The duo both pulled their book bags up off the ground, running off to try and beat the storm. Fred didn't move.

"I'm gonna stay here for a bit, there's some things I need to get back here. You guys can go on ahead if you want." Jack looked to Jenny before getting up off the stool.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go back too. Greg is probably back and might be wondering where I am." Jenny smiled up at him and nodded.

"Okay! I'm gonna help Fred, just follow the same path back to the school. I'll see you later, Jack." Jack smiled and waved goodbye to the two, he too making his way out of the cave and into the forrest. It shouldn't be too hard to get back, if he followed Luna and Bobby from afar.

An hour passed. Jack began unlocking his dorm door with his keys, opening up the door to find Greg on his laptop on the sofa. Greg looked up and smiled.

"Yo Jack. Where've you been?" He asked, surprised that Jack had stepped out altogether.

"I was invited to come look at some 'secret base' in the forrest behind the school." He replied, closing the door behind him while he began kicking off his shoes. Greg rose a brow closing his laptop.

"Oh really? Invited by who?"

"You know that Jenny girl in our first period class?" Greg's smile slowly faded.

"Dude, she's weird…" Jack furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What do you mean she's weird? Weird like how?" Greg looked away nervously before answering.

"You know what kind of shit she reads? She has like, books upon books about these freaky-ass cults. I shit you not." Jack rolled his eyes before walking over to his dresser. "Dude, I'm serious! You probably shouldn't hang out with her. People who read that stuff are messed up in the head."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Jack replied, rummaging around through his clothes. "I'm gonna take a shower. We have another storm coming." Greg blinked and looked back at their window.

"Aww man, really? I was going to go out with Gabby tonight…" He moaned sadly, watching the clouds churn into a deep grey. Jack chuckled at his friend before going into the shower.

"Jack. Jack wake up! Wake up Jack!" Jack felt Greg shake him, groaning in anger.

"Uuugh what?? What is it??" He asked, looking up at a nervous Greg. Greg looked over to the window.

"Dude, someone's out in the forrest lighting fires." Jack rubbed his eye with his palm.

"Do what?"

"Someone, is outside, lighting fires. Look!" Greg pulled him out of his bed and pointed out towards the forrest. Jack sighed, still rubbing his eyes before looking out the window. To his surprise, there was a fire lit. But it was far back into the woods. Almost around the area where Jenny's 'select base' was.

"Well I'll be damned… There is a fire." He muttered, noticing that the storm had stopped. "What time is it?"

"2AM."

"We should go check it out. That looks like it's where their little hideout is." Greg gave Jack a freaked out look of 'you're out of your fucking mind'. "What?? I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation why someone's out there lighting fires."

"Yeah, for cults." Jack shot him a look.

"Dude get over yourself. There is NO cult."

"I call bullshit. I'm not going." Jack smirked.

"You chicken?" He asked, watching Greg get flustered.

"Dude, seriously, don't go. Last thing you want is getting in trouble…" Jack rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, I'm going to check it out. If there's anything wrong, I'll report it to the headmaster." Jack changed out of his pajamas, dressing in jeans, a blue t-shirt along with his black hoody and shoes. Pulling out their emergency flashlight from the desk drawer, Jack walked over to the door. "I'll see you in a bit." He called out, watching Greg shake his head.

"Curiosity killed the cat man, killed the cat!" He called back, watching the door close.

Jack pulled his hood up over his head and began making his way down the stairs. It was probably just Jenny and her friends hanging out at their spot late at night. I mean, loads of people do that, right? The second he walked outside, Jack felt the air shift from normal to damp and chilly. He began making his way towards the forrest, using the flashlight as much as he could to follow the path Jenny led him down the previous day. Jack started growing nervous, listening to the sounds of life of night in the forrest. Easy now Jack, there's absolutely nothing that can hurt you in this forrest. Nothing.

Minutes passed as Jack finally began getting closer to the cave Jenny showed him before. He could see the dim light from afar, and talking. Loud talking, but it didn't sound like Jenny or Bobby, or anyone else from their group. The closer he got, the clearer the voice. Turning off his flashlight, Jack peeked around a tree. What he saw shook him to his core. There, standing outside of the cave was a group of robed people. Judging by their height, they were students. Both male and female. They all wore black robes and blue mouthless masks with big eyeless holes. One of them began stepping up to a podium. He rose his hands up in the air.

"Thank you, my brothers and sisters for joining me this night of nights. Tonight is the night when we summon our lord and savior, Chernobog!" The group below him cried and called out things like 'Praise Chernobog!' and 'All hail Chernobog!'. "Tonight is the night, when Chernobog will choose his sacrifice! The one who will lead us to paradise and free us from this Hell!" The group of students began cheering, chanting the name of 'Chernobog'.

Jack shook his head in disbelief, slowly backing up from the tree he hid behind.

"Oh my god… there really IS a cult!" He murmured. Jack turned to run back to the school, only to be stopped by Jenny, who was standing there the whole time. "J-Jenny! Thank god you're here!" Jack ran over to her. "Th-there's this cult thing, w-we got to go tell someone!" Jenny smiled.

"Cult? There is no cult, Jack. You're just overreacting." She chuckled, suddenly feeling Jack shake her by the arms.

"NO! Listen to me! We need to get out of--" Jack's words were cut off from a rock against his head. His eyes fluttered slightly, stumbling back before collapsing on the ground with a thud. Blurry figures began circling around him as he watched Jenny smile down at him. Then everything went black.

Jack awoke from a bucket of cold water being dumped over his head, blood trickling down the side of his head onto his ear and side of his face. He winced, feeling his head throb in pain. The second he remembered the last thing he saw, he gasped, looking up to see that he was sitting in front of everyone. His arms were held firmly behind his back. The leader of the cult walked up in front of him and smiled under the mask.

"Chernobog has found his sacrifice! Hail Chernobog!" He called, listening as the group repeated the phrase. Jack attempted to struggle, the pain of his head fighting against him. "You shall become one of Chernobog's sons, the chosen one to live upon this wretched world and do his bidding." The group cried the phrase once more. Jack shook his head as fast as he could.

"N-no… No! All of you are crazy! Let me go!!" He yelled, letting out a yelp of pain from his arms being twisted. The leader laughed, turning to the group behind him.

"Come! My brothers and sisters, help me change this nonbeliever into the son of Chernobog!" The group chanted the phrase, stepping closer to form a large circle around them. "Praise Chernobog, for his bloodstained hands will bring salvation to us all! HE shall bring us closer to our everlasting paradise! HE is our lord and savior! Praise Chernobog! Praise Chernobog!!" He cried once more. Jack listened as the group began chanting in a different language, he felt his heart beat grow faster, watching one of the group members walk before them with a tray of tools and other queer objects. The person pulled their mask off, revealing it to be Jenny. She smiled taking a spoon from the tray.

"Isn't this great Jack? The great lord Chernobog has chosen you to be his son!" Jack shook his head, tears flooding his eyes. "I never knew you'd be the one."

"No! Jenny no! Please, please don't do this!" He begged, watching her stop in front of him. She giggled placing her hand on his forehead.

"All hail lord Chernobog~."

The girl then stabbed the spoon in his left eye, ignoring the cries of pain Jack let out. He squirmed and struggled agains the two who held him down feeling his eye being gorged out from it's socket. "Hold still Jack! You'll make me kill you." Jenny said with complete calmness as she began working on his other eye, watching blood spirt and trickle down his face, still ignoring his cries and pleas. The leader stepped in, holding a bowl of black hot ooze in his hands.

"Behold, the sight of Chernobog!" He called, watching Jenny hold his head still and began pouring the tar-like liquid inside his eye sockets. Jack let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain, feeling the substance overflow and trickle down his eyelids. Placing his hand on Jack's forehead, the leader began chanting the same language as the others, watching as Jack's body become limp and lifeless. He watched as Jenny held a book open to a passage of a different language.

Rise great lord Chernobog

Rise and take vessel of the sacrifice we give you

Give yourself to this vessel

Be one with this vessel

Rise great lord Chernobog

Rise

Rise

Rise

Rise

Panting heavily, Jack rose up from the now dead body of Bobby, yanking off the mask he wore like the others. Standing up, he looked over the massacre he created. Every single person was dead. Masks torn off, throats slashed, guts cut open, eyes gouged out. His hood and pants stained with blood. Scalpel in hand, Jack turned to the last living person. Jenny, border lining death, watched as he stepped above her. His skin had turned black, teeth sharpened to a point, nails long and sharp. He wasn't human anymore. She smiled, blood leaking from her mouth as she spoke.

"R-release me… into ever..lasting… paradi..se…." Jack growled low, teeth showing.

"You don't deserve paradise… none of you do…" He knelt down, swiping the mask from the ground. "Burn in Hell. ALL, of you." Jenny watched as he pulled the mask on, the black substance trickling down onto the mask from his eyes. She grabbed ahold of his ankle weakly, begging to be released to paradise. Only to have him pull away from her before walking off into the shadows. She cried, tears rolling down her face as she called out to him until her last breath.

This just in! A group of students have been slaughtered at West Point College. Autopsy reveals everyone's kidneys have been removed for reasons unknown. Many believe it has to do with a supposed cultist act at the school. Student Jack Nichols has been reported missing. More tonight at 9.