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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower, I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?" he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull. "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic. "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member. I release them, clean, turning to face him. "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm. "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair. "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word. Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal." He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination. "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?" He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before. As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more. He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center. An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

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timbertumbr · 3 years

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Boneafide Gamer (A Reverse Harem Fic)

Chapter 4, Gaming Adventures

First chapter

Quotev Link

Right, these will be short mini adventures with the reader and the boys over the course of a month. Is it important to the plot? Yes, it shows how they bond and get to know the reader which is important for the next chapter. Plus, it’s for fun. Also, I have no idea how to describe smash battles so bear with me. I had a friend help me with those so big thanks to them!

ALL GAMES BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!

A month has passed and during that month you’ve gotten to know quite a few of the skeletons, you got to know them through various games or just chatting on discord, here are a few of these moments.

Saturday finally arrives and you’re setting up Smash Ultimate with the help of Red who’s on a discord call, you eventually connect it to Red’s online match and off you go select your characters.

“Pft, why am I not surprised you chose Bowser?” You say playfully into the microphone, Red huffs.

“Hey, he’s a cool character, okay?” He defends, you chuckle and pick [insert character here] causing red to snort.

“Really, [Your character]?” He jokes.

“Oh like you’re one to talk,” He chuckles and selects the “Fight” button. “Bowser VS [You character] 3 2 1 GO!” And the battle begins! Red immediately made your character fly off the stage.

“Wha- DUDE!” Red starts laughing his ass off as your character floats back onto the stage.

“Oh man! That was PRICELESS! I wish I could’ve seen your face!” He snickers as you start trying to budge Bowser off the stage. He gets launched upwards and gets behind your character and launches them off the stage again.

“HOW?!” Red snickers at your reaction.

“I’ve had a LOT of practice with story mode,” He explains as your character floats back onto the stage, you decide a different strategy, you make your character hit Bowser before quickly jumping away and repeating the process. You got a decent percent on him before out of nowhere he uses his special move which FLINGS your character off the map with no chance of recovery. Bowser runs into the screen and slashes it twice, signifying that he won.

“Wow, that was… short,” You comment before briefly checking your phone.

“Huh, guess that shows how much time I spend on this game,” You huff in amusement from his comment and see that Cheesepuff messaged you.

Cheesepuff: Yo, I hear Red yelling from my room. Mind if I join you guys via discord?

“Hey, Stretch wants to join, is that okay?” You ask, he told you his name after a few days of messaging each other.

“Ashtray? Why does he want to join?” Red asks surprised and somewhat annoyed, you message him and he responds-

Cheesepuff: Just wanna watch ya guys duke it out is all. Maybe commentate.

You snort at his response.

“He wants to watch us fight and commentate on it,” Red falls silent for a bit before sighing.

“Fine, he can join only to witness me kicking your ass second time ‘round,”

“Oh, you’re in for it now My Chemical Romance!” You counter as you share your screen and Stretch joins the call.

“Hey- Woah, already beginning the match?” He asks as Red begins the match and you’re trying to button mash your way to victory. It failed, miserably. And now you’re on two lives.

“Ooo, button mashing never works out, honey,” You blush slightly from Stretch’s comment and attempt to kick Red’s ass with a different method, you use your special move and it flings him and he finally loses a life!

“YES!” You cheered as Bowser floated down back into the arena and began having a fist fight with your character.

“Don’t celebrate just yet sweetheart,” You could HEAR him smirking, and that distracted you enough for your character to fly off the map. God damn it.

“Gotta keep your head in the game bud,” Stretch comments, you glare at the screen, damn him and his smugness. You focus on getting the overgrown angry turtle over the edge but he got your percentage way higher than you thought and got flung.

“Bruh…” Red and Stretch snicker, final round, for you anyway. Silence falls over the call as you and Red duke it out in the arena, sometimes very close to flinging Bowser off the map. But alas, you are no gamer deity so you lost. Again.

“Aww man…” You mutter.

“That last round was super intense, I was on the edge of my seat,” Stretch comments, you huff.

“That’s 2 to 0 sweetheart, up for another round?” Red asks, you gather your shattered competitive spirit and have your hands ready on the controller.

“Always Batman rip off,” Stretch snorts and starts laughing his ass off.

“B-Batman rip off! Hahaha!” Red grumbles under his breath as he starts another round, and for the rest of the day you and Red duke it out with Stretch making humerous comments, you and Red egging each other on.

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You wait for the invitation link to Oak’s island in Animal Crossing: New Horizons. You, Oak, and Willow wanted to meet up in Animal Crossing to just have fun, chat and just explore. You finally got the invitation and unmute your mic.

“Got the invitation and I’m on my way!” You hear Willow whoop in the background of Oak’s call.

“Cool,” Your character takes the plane and arrives at Oaks clean and colorful island, Willow’s character waiting at the airport.

“Y/N! You’re Here! Follow Me, I’m Gonna Give You A Tour Of Our Island!” Willow exclaims as you follow his character.

“You can share an island?” You ask, hearing about this for the first time.

“Yeah! We Divided The Island So We Can Help Each Other And Do Our Own Thing!” Willow explains.

“Wow, you guys must be really close,” You comment.

“Yup,” jeez, you almost forgot he was there. Willow takes you to the “border” of their island which was just a bunch of fences and a single gateway to each side. And this is where Oak waited.

“Come On S- Oak,” Oak’s character goes through the border by your character.

“Now, Which Part Of The Island Would You Like A Tour Of First?”

“Your island, your rules. Whichever you think is best,” Willow squeaks from your answer.

“W-Well, If That’s The Case, We’ll Tour Oak’s Part First!” You hear something falling and hitting the ground with a thud and hearing Willow worriedly shriek “OAK, ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“Uh… everything okay over there?” You ask worried.

“Yeah! Oak Just Fell Off The Couch Is All!” Willow assures, you raised a brow at your screen.

“You okay Oak?”

“Fine, just surprised,” Oak mutters, awww. These precious bois.

“So you’re saying you… jumped out of your skin?” You hear Oak’s deep chuckle and Willow groaning.

“Alright! Enough Horrible Jokes! Oak, If You’re Ready To Give The Tour, You May Begin,” After a bit of waiting, Oak’s character goes through the border again and into his side of the island. He only briefly gave descriptions of his section of the island which had quite a few trees, bushes and a few decorations here and there. He only had a handful of villagers in his part of the island. When you ask about Boots the crocodile, his neutral voice turned serious.

“We don’t talk about Boots,” He says before continuing the tour.

“He Didn’t Like Boots…” Willow explains vaguely before you and him follow him around the rest of the island, even showing off his garden by his own home. And that transitioned to Willow giving you a tour of his part of the island. His part was quite colorful with trees and bushes and a heck of a lot of decorations, mainly cute stuff which you complimented on and he squeaked, muttering a “thank you.” He had the majority of villagers and he liked all of them, you noticed Oak’s character stare at Bob for a bit before rejoining the tour.

“And This Is The Museum! Go On And Take A Look At It,” Willow insists, you step into the museum and gasp, it’s practically full!

“You collected all this?” You ask in awe, Willow “Nyeh heh heh’s.”

“Of Course! With Some Help From Oak Of Course!” Aww.

“That takes some dedication dude, nice job!” Willow squeaks again, why are they so cute?! Once the tour was over, you all just hung out on the island, you fished while talking with Willow, Oak making an occasional comment here and there. All in all, visiting their island was a GREAT idea!

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You were planning a gaming session with Blue (You watching him play the game.) when you receive a friend request from a very familiar username. Coolskeleton95. You accept the request and Papyrus sends a message.

Coolskeleton95: HELLO HUMAN/FAN FART! THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING MY FRIEND REQUEST! (BLUE WAS KIND ENOUGH TO GIVE IT TO ME) BUT I WANTED TO ASK IF IT WAS OKAY IF I JOINED YOU AND BLUE’S GAMING SESSION?

Huh, how polite! You ask Blue if he’s okay with it (Of course he is, he was the first one Papyrus asked but wanted everyone’s permission) So with that in mind, you begin typing your response.

(Username): Sure! But be warned, Blue and I decided to pick a horror game, you okay with that?

Coolskeleton95: OF COURSE! BUT IF I MAY ASK, WHAT’S THE NAME OF THE GAME?

(Username): Popgoes.

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“You ready guys?” You ask, seeing the Popgoes menu screen from Blue sharing his, well, screen.

“YES!” Blue exclaims.

“NOT REALLY BUT SURE!” Papyrus says.

“JUST START THE GAME!” Edge grumbles, he asked (demanded) to be part of the gaming session. Blue starts the first night and is introduced to a TV and a tablet full of camera locations. The phone rings and the man named Fritz begins to speak.

“You may want to look around Blue,” You comment, knowing what happens if you don’t. Blue uses the yellow arrows to look around and gasps when he sees the animatronic stage DIRECTLY BEHIND HIM!

“Oh boy…” Blue mutters before going back to the cameras and flicking through them.

“WHY IS THE PANIC METER RISING?” Edge asks, seeming a bit on… edge!

“Quick, look around!” You warned, Blue squeaks and quickly looks around, seeing a cat animatronic as soon as he turns to the left. The screen flickers and the cat is gone.

“Woah…” Papyrus mutters as Blue looks around, flicks through the cameras and then looks around again. Huh, he’s learning quickly. A tense silence fell over the group as Blue played the game, occasionally getting a gasp from one or two of you when an animatronic came a bit too close.

Then finally, when 6 AM rolled around, an electronic version of pop goes the weasel. We all breathe a sigh of relief as the screen fades to black. Then it cuts to an 8 bit atari like minigame. Blue tests out the controls before moving into the 8-bit version of the pizzeria.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?” Papyrus asks, somewhat confused.

“Lore, hidden within a minigame,” You explain.

“WOWIE! A CLEVER JAPE!” Blue continues to wander the pizzeria, passing by debris and junk while exploring. The tense silent air returned as he found an 8 bit version of what seemed like a human. Blue approaches it, the screen cuts to black as a static like sound plays. It cuts to the second night and the voicemail begins.

Blue repeats the cycle as you all watched. Then, out of nowhere from the vent above, an animatronic jump scares Blue. You yelp, Papyrus screams, Blue screams, And there’s a yelp and thud from Edge’s mic.

“OH DEAR,” There’s some muffled noises from Papyrus’s mic before you hear his voice in Edge’s mic, asking if he’s okay. Blue is snickering and asking if Edge is okay between bouts of laughter. After coming back from the shock of what just happened, you start giggling as well.

“YES, YES, I AM FINE, STOP LAUGHING!” This only prompts you and Blue to laugh harder. You could HEAR how angry Edge was. Papyrus returned to his mic.

“OKAY, LET’S SETTLE DOWN AND ATTEMPT TO COMPLETE THE SECOND NIGHT, AGREED?” Papyrus offers surprising you, wow, no WONDER he’s the mascot. You all agree and continue playing the game, occasionally getting scared, occasionally making comments on the lore, or laughing from amusing reactions from the jumpscares (Mainly Edge.)

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You were minding your own business when you got a discord message from Red.

Red: HAHAHA! I CAN’T BREATHE!

After a few seconds of wondering what brought this on, Red sends you a photo of Stretch on the couch, holding his phone, with a white fluffy cat on him.

(Username): Aww, a kitty.

Red: Not just ANY kitty, Edge’s kitty.

Oh, well now you understand why Red was finding this amusing. Apparently in their home there’s a rule to let “Doomfanger” lay where she pleases, anyone who is caught moving the cat is sentenced to one month of chores.

(Username): Oh no, poor Stretch!

Just as you said that, Stretch messaged you.

Cheesepuff: With my last breath, I ask you to tell Blue that I was the one that stole his jelly beans. Farewell friend.

You laugh at his joke and receive another message from Red.

Red: Holy shit, he’s a mad man!

He sends you a picture of Stretch proceeding to put Doomfanger onto the couch.

Red: He cometh…

He sends another photo seemingly behind the couch of an angry Edge most likely yelling at a somewhat nervous looking Stretch.

(Username): Tell him I’m rooting for him. I got a message to deliver.

Red: 👍

You go to Blue’s personal messaging.

(Username): Stretch ate the last of your jelly beans.

Magnificent Blueberry: I KNOW.

(Username): Wait wut?

Magnificent Blueberry: HE RAN OUT OF HONEY AND TOOK MY JELLY BEANS.

(Username): How?

Magnificent Blueberry: TRADE SECRET. ;)

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Cheesepuff: Hey. So me and the others have been chatting and we’ve been thinking, is it possible if we could meet up? In a public space of course and only if you want to.

Oh wow, when you woke up today you were not expecting to finally meet the skeletons face to face.

(Username): Yeah, I’m down! Have a place and time in mind?

Cheesepuff: You free on Saturday around noon?

(Username): Yup! And the place?

Cheesepuff: I’ll send you directions on Saturday. See you then honey. ;)

God damn him and his smooth flirting… Wait, was it even flirting? You don’t know any more.

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Totally not the writer: So what I’m hearing is that you scored a date.

(Username): Not a date! Just going to meet up is all.

Totally not the writer: Uh huh. Make sure to wear protection when you get boned.

(Username): DUDE!

Totally not the writer: HAHAHA! I’m joking! Holy shit, that was funny!

(Username): You jerk! >:(

Totally not the writer: Look, I’m sorry. Will you accept my cookie of apology? 🍪

(Username): . . . Fine, but only because of the cookie!

Totally not the writer: Luv you too <3

(Username): Yeah, yeah, you dork. Make sure to go to bed at a reasonable time tonight, alright?

Totally not the writer: No promises.

(Username): >:( Go to bed now.

Totally not the writer: Okay.

Sighing, you put your phone on the charger, do your nightly routine and then go straight to bed. What a day….

12:34 AM

Totally not the writer: Okay, I know you told me to go to bed at a decent time but…

Totally not the writer: I don’t know if I’m being paranoid, anxious or both but I SWEAR I keep hearing scratching sounds… Idk if it’s my imagination or what but I’m freaking out dude.

Totally calls for help…

But nobody came.

Next Chapter

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 5 years

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What Happens, Stays

The Nevada sky was ablaze as last rays of the sun disappeared behind the mountains, casting the old stretch of desert highway in total darkness. Not a single car had gone by in two hours, so the attendants of the Last Chance gas station prepared themselves for another long night of tedium.

Charlie had left his post at the register to meander aimlessly around the two aisles of concessions. The morning guy wasn’t clocking in until 4 AM, so he tried his best to keep himself entertained. He started off the night by studying the Nutrition Facts on the back of candy wrappers, but soon grew tired of this little endeavor. Later, he began stacking boxes of store brand pop tarts into a makeshift pyramid, but again became bored. With nothing left to clean or stock, Charlie made his way back to counter, stopping at the brochure display to examine a tourist map to Las Vegas. His dad had always promised to take him to Vegas one day.

“When you grow up, kiddo.”

Charlie neatly folded the brochure and stuffed it in his uniform’s chest pocket.

He sat back down on his stool, groaning over its lack of back support, and reached under the counter for one of his boss’s dog-eared detective novels. Older than most people he knew, the book’s pages were yellow and brittle, many of the corners having snapped off from being folded over a few times too many. He wouldn’t admit it to any of his friends, but he had grown fond of these old pulp novels, his only source of entertainment besides the CCTV that hung in the far corner. When he first started working here he would often make faces into the camera, watching himself on the TV like a child mugging into a funhouse mirror. This pastime soon grew old, and while he had already read every book in Duke’s collection, he found himself returning to each of them every few weeks.

Duke was in the back room, the glorified supply closet he called an office. He sat in an old lawn chair at the poker table he used as a desk, gong over the day’s receipts. There weren’t many, but he had little else to do until morning.

“Hey Duke,” Charlie called, “I gotta go to the restroom, can you man the store?”

“You ain’t in high school no more, bud. Don’t gotta ask permission to take a leak.”

Charlie grabbed the key to the men’s room and headed out to the cinder block hut next to the pumps. The women’s room key was attached to a comically large pair of sunglasses, while the men’s was chained to an old VHS tape with ‘Burning Man 91’ hastily scrawled across the yellowed masking tape.

Burning man. There was another one his dad promised to take him to, years ago.

“Road trip, kiddo. Just me ‘n you, Chuckaroo.”

His dad made a lot of promises he never kept.

Charlie had barely left the store when he saw the RV, bouncing down the pothole covered road, making a beeline straight for the station. Its headlights were off, but he could see through the windshields that the lights were on inside. Whoever was driving wasn’t slowing down, and for a second Charlie expected them to crash into the pumps. Thoughts of a fiery death vanished as the RV’s brakes let out an otherworldly shriek, skidding to a precarious stop doubled parked just inches beside pumps 3 and 4. Charlie let out a sigh of relief and walked back into the station.

“Scratch that, boss,” he called, “customers.” He retook his place at the register and adjusted the sign Duke had unceremoniously taped to the card reader. NETWORK DOWN, CASH ONLY. Charlie waited dutifully for the RV’s occupants, the engine knocking and pinging as it cooled off.

It’s door slammed open, adding another dent to its pockmarked exterior, and out fell a disheveled man. Charlie figured he was a little older than himself, late twenties maybe. He could hear voices yelling from inside the RV, but could only make out the man’s responses.

“No, absolutely not! Scott is going to get the gas, you stay put. Fredo, do not let him out of this RV, I swear to God- Do not… Cause you’re a MESS, that’s why!”

Visibly seething, the man lumbered his way into the store, letting out a disgruntled hiss through gritted teeth the second the door closed behind him. He stood there for a moment, eyes shut tight like a 12-stepper trying and failing to find his happy place, awakening from his rage induced trance only after Charlie set his book down with a near inaudible flop. The man took a deep breath and glided over to the counter.

“Hey, listen, do you got, like, one of those… thingies...”

Charlie sat with concerned confusion as the man fumbled for the right word, physically grasping at the air with one hand.

“Handle. Purse. Bag- Basket! That’s the one. Like a grocery basket, you got any of those?”

Charlie shook his head, a slight wince breaking across his face. The man thanked him anyway and floated over to the fridge at the far end of the store. He stood there, propping the door open with his body for much longer than Charlie was comfortable with, letting all the cold out. Just as he was about to speak up, the man trudged back to the counter laden with a dozen bottles of water hugged tightly to his chest. He placed them on the counter, and left to make another trip. He had soon cleared out the Zephyrhills and was working his way through the Aquafina when he nearly dropped his armful in shock as Duke exited his office.

“Hey bud, you think you can handle this? I’mma go take a leak myself.”

Both Charlie and the man stood frozen, following Duke with their eyes until he vanished into the bathroom hut. With that, the man let out a loud sigh, not so much relieved as just tired, and made his way back to the register to finish his transaction. He shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot as Charlie began adding up the total on a pocket calculator, a deafening silence filling the store.

“Eight-eight-three-five,” the man stated, unprompted. Charlie didn’t know what he meant until he pressed enter, and saw that the man’s total was indeed $88.35 after tax. “We also need 200 on pump… uh, which one is it... 3? 4? Whichever, I dunno.”

He reached into his pockets and pulled out a crumbled wad of cash, plopping down three $100 bills and continuing his nervous shifts as he waited for his change. Charlie took the sweaty bills and splayed them out as flat as he could. He was about to mark them with the counterfeit pen when he noticed the feed on the CCTV had been cut.

“God damn it,” the man sighed.

The door flew open with a violent kick, and in stepped a man wearing a children’s Halloween mask, a pair of wire cutters in one hand, and a Smith & Wesson in the other.

“Don’t fucking move. Open the register right fucking now.”

“God damn it, Hank!” the first man yelled, “I told you to wait in the RV!”

Charlie was a deer in the headlights, standing there speechless with his hands up in front of him. The gunman’s only response was to level the weapon at his forehead, finger placed firmly on the trigger. He reeked of alcohol, and much of it could be seen staining his t-shirt and jeans. Charlie still didn’t move, but his breath quickened to short gasps.

Outside, two other men, presumably Scott and Fredo, were getting into a shoving match over whose job is was to watch who. One of them stared in through the store window and violently waved for both his colleagues to pile back into the RV before something bad happened. The other had a gun drawn and kept staring back and forth between the bathroom hut and the station.

The gunman pressed the barrel hard against Charlie’s trembling forehead. Tears streamed down his face, and he was biting his lower lip so hard he nearly drew blood, but Charlie found himself unable to move his hands to the register like he desperately wanted them to.

“Hank, for Christ’s sake, will you put the gun down, man? You don’t wanna hurt...” He squinted at Charlie’s name tag. “...Charles, do you? No, of course not. What you wanna do is head back to the GOD DAMN RV!“

Hank let out a long snort, and swallowed hard. He cocked his slightly head to one side, but kept his bloodshot eyes locked on the weeping cashier. Without lowering the gun, he took a step back, leaving a circular red mark where the barrel had been pressed against his head.

“Any day now, kiddo.”

“Fuckin’ ay Hank, stop it!” The man haphazardly grabbed at the gun the same way one might try to take a drunk friend’s keys. Then and only then did Hank lower it to the floor.

Charlie was ghost white, shaking uncontrollably from an adrenaline rush, trying is hardest not to hyperventilate. The man shot him a desperate look that seemed to say I’m sorry my friend tried to murder you, and began nudging Hank back towards the door. Hank didn’t move, legs planted firmly in place. He stuffed the gun back in his belt, and walked over to the counter, never breaking eye contact with Charlie. In one quick motion he snatched the folded-up brochure sticking out of his pocket. After giving it a quick glance, he made a noise somewhere between a chuckle and another phlegmy snort.

“See you ‘round, Chuckaroo.”

He turned to exit, knocking over the pyramid of pop tarts with his shoulder as he stumbled out the door.

“Listen, I’m really sorry.” the man said once Hank was out of earshot. “Hey, I’m- this- just- sorry. He’s, uh, he’s not all there.” At this he mimed frantic jazz hands, trying to convey some sort of information, but unsure exactly what. He nodded, content with the point he didn’t make, and scooped up as many bottles of water as he could carry. “Just, uh, keep the $300. Sorry. Again, sorry.”

The four men piled into the RV, and Charlie could just make out a heated argument as they slammed the door and peeled out from the station without pumping an ounce of gas. They continued north, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust and a short trail of skid marks in their wake.

Charlie plopped back down on the stool and doubled over, head between his knees, throwing up a little in his mouth. He grabbed a wad of napkins from the dispenser next to the hot dog warmer, and wiped away snot and tears as best he could, composing himself as Duke finally exited he men’s room, fanning the air in front of him as he walked back towards the store.

“Hey bud, you might wanna use the ladies’ room, I did something awful in there, it’s-” no sooner had the door closed behind him than he noticed things were off. Charlie’s eyes were red, nearly glazed over into a thousand-yard stare. There were boxes of pop tarts all over the ground, and bottles of water all over the counter. He looked up at the CCTV and saw nothing but static.

“What the fuck?”

Charlie’s face was a stone mask, a million thoughts going through his head. Before he could say anything, Duke trudged over to his storage office and came out with a large push broom.

“Hey, clean this up, will ya? I’mma go check out the raccoon nest by the camera. They musta came back and chewed through the line again.”

Charlie flashed two thumbs up and nodded without a word. With that, Duke went on his crusade. Just as he suspected, the camera line was chewed straight through, but the little bastards were nowhere in sight. He’d be sure to put more poison in the trash, though they’d gotten smart last time and picked around it. Either way, it was an easy fix; he had more coaxial cable in the office.

He walked back inside, and Charlie nearly jumped out of his skin when the bell above the door started ringing.

“What’s eatin’ you, bud?”

“It’s... nothing, boss. I just finished another of your books, and... the ending really freaked me out.”

Duke didn’t buy a word of it, but he didn’t probe any further. They had worked together for almost five years now, so he knew when Charlie needed some time to think his thoughts.

“We ain’t busy,” he said. “You can clock out early if you want, I got this.”

Charlie thanked him and made his exit, still shaking from the emotional roller coaster he’d just been through. He walked over to the beat up old muscle car his dad had given him for his sixteenth birthday. That was the last time he’d seen him. Six whole years had flown by like nothing.

The engine couched to life, and he made his way back to the highway, ready to go home and get some much deserved sleep. In the distance, he saw two blinking yellow lights, just out of sync with one another, looping back and forth as they almost lined up. When he got closer, he saw it was a rusted blue road sign, HIGHWAY ADVISORY, TUNE TO 1640 AM, URGENT MESSAGE WHEN FLASHING.

Any other time he would have ignored this, it was usually just warning about a car crash some fifty or sixty miles away, but tonight he tuned in. He caught the tail end of a police report asking listeners to call the crime stoppers tip hotline, before it started again from the top.

There was a bank robbery in San Diego a few days ago, a big job, millions of dollars, and the four perps managed to up and disappear. The FBI had identified the suspects via facial recognition, and the announcer listed off their names and descriptions, before again urging people to come forward with any tips that may lead to their arrest. Repeat.

Charlie must have listened to the message five or six times, and without thinking he had pulled out his phone and typed in the hotline number. He paused at the last second, thumb hovering forlornly over the dial button, and he eased on the brakes, coming to a dead stop in the middle of the road. His headlights were the only ones for miles, the only other signs of civilization being the blinking road sign and the fluorescent glow of the gas station some ways behind him. The rest of the world was bathed in shadow, a dark sagebrush sea that stretched to the invisible mountains on the horizon.

His apartment was a little south of the station, but after some deep thought, he turned off his phone and threw it into the passenger seat, before making a three point turn and heading north on Route 95. He soon passed another rusted road sign which told him Las Vegas 58 Miles.

His eyes kept darting to the phone beside him, so he tossed it into the backseat. He knew he would probably regret this later, but right now nothing else mattered to him. He blew by the Last Chance gas station, and figured the RV couldn’t have made it even halfway to Vegas if they were running on empty. He’d filled up his own tank before he clocked in for his shift, so he was good to go; he’d catch up to them in no time. He gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

“Just me ‘n you, dad.”

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Priceless Chapter 9

(Author’s Note: Enjoy reading.)

Previous Chapter

Master Post

Meanwhile at the motel

“As you can see there,” Sven began with his new customers in his office, “your room is specifically equipped with a bathroom and a small kitchenette.”

The older couple had simply nodded at his words.

“Good,” Sven smiles at the thought of making a profit, “now that’ll be...”

“Hey!” his new friend had called out with a pistol in his hand. “I found her!”

“Oh my!” the elderly woman had shrieked in despair as her partner had shuffled her on out of the room.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Sven gave his new friend a cautious glance.

“I found her.” Kristoff lets out as a sigh of relief as he walked on towards the counter. “She’s alive.”

“How?” Sven cocks an eyebrow at him.

“I ah,” Kristoff began with a shaky breath, “I made a phone call to a service and had asked only for her.”

“I see.” Sven nods in understanding.

“Then I saw her,” Kristoff continues with haste, “and I tried to rescue her.”

“What do you mean by rescuing her?” Sven’s eyes went wide as saucers.

“I tried to convince her,” Kristoff still continues at a rapid pace, “but she refused.”

“I see.” Sven nods then sees the pistol in Kristoff’s hand. “Where did you get that gun?”

“From the sheriff.” Kristoff answers with urgency.

“How?”

“He was there.” Kristoff replies back. “I just had to do it. I wanted to protect her.”

“Give me the gun.” Sven had insisted with his hand out.

“Alright.” Kristoff quickly hands over the pistol.

“Now have you lost your mind?” Sven scolds him as he covers the pistol with a towel and shoves it into a cabinet nearby.

“No,” Kristoff snaps back, “I couldn’t allow that to happen to her.”

“Yet you were dumb enough to find her in that way.” Sven counters back.

“Well I’m sure that if you were in my shoes,” Kristoff states with such anger, “you would do anything to set those girls free.”

“I have tried to, bud.” Sven lets out with a strained voice.

“What do you mean?” Kristoff cocks an eyebrow.

“My daughter,” Sven began as they both had walked on out of the motel office, “she was part of that life for a while.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Sven had remained serious at his words, “I wasn’t around her, so she found herself someone that would love her.”

Kristoff had remained silent at those words.

“I didn’t notice it til it was too late.” Sven sighs in defeat. “So now I’ve been trying to help out anyone, like her, out of that life.”

“I didn’t know.” Kristoff shook his head in disgust.

“Don’t need to know.” Sven sighs, not knowing what else to say. “All I can say is that there’s a reason why you’re still here and not back at home.”

He was right. There was a reason for Kristoff to still be there. He figured that he was there to just rescue the sisters from that place, yet he wasn’t so sure how long it would take. He knew that they would be needing his help, yet he didn’t know how he would react to what’s gonna come. Maybe there’s a reason for me being here. he thought as they both had walked on over to the motel room. Maybe they need more than just my help. He knew that his heart was telling him to do the unthinkable, yet he didn’t know what to do.

“Now I know that your mind maybe telling you to just go,” Sven began with a concerned look, “but I’m sure your heart...”

“I want to shut this thing down.” Kristoff had let out with such urgency and shock in his voice.

“Now that’s more like it.” Sven cocks an eyebrow.

“I,” Kristoff began with a shaky breath, “I... I’ve gotta stop this. They need my help. If I don’t do something, I don’t know how I would feel...”

“Now that sounds like the voice coming out of you.” Sven grins at his dear friend. “That voice is telling you to do something about those girls.”

“I guess so.” Kristoff said with confidence.

“Well then,” Sven states with pride, knowing what his friend would be getting into, “if you are willing to do this, then be prepared for the unexpected.”

“I am.” Kristoff nods in acknowledgement.

“Are you prepared to see what’s on the other side?” Sven had asked with nothing but caution.

“Yes.” his new friend answered.

“Good.” Sven states as he holds out his hand. “Welcome to the other side.”

That same night

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that Kristoff was there. She couldn’t believe that he was there, trying to rescue her from Hans. She knew that he probably would care about them, yet she wasn’t so sure. Originally she had figured that he was there for something of hers, but then she realized that maybe he was there just for her. He was there to rescue me. she thought as she continued on looking out the van’s window. To save me.

Her heart was fluttering at the thought of seeing him again, in hopes of getting saved. She knew that he would try to rescue her. yet she wouldn’t want to leave her sister with Hans. She knew that Elsa would want her to go with Kristoff, yet she was afraid of what Hans would do to her sister. I can’t allow that to happen. she thought. I just can’t.

She prayed over the thought of seeing Hans again. Her heart was racing over the idea of what he would be doing to her. From tying her up to his bed, to muffling her cries with his overpowering nature. She couldn’t allow him to do anything to her sister; however she had no choice. Her choices were taken away, the moment she had entered into this new world. A world where men were allowed to do whatever they would want to woman. A world where women would be treated like property, being paid for something to do. A world where men would be profiting off of her for her sex. She knew that she would have to do things for Hans, but she didn’t know for how much longer.

“We’re home.” the Duke had called out as he had opened the van’s door.

“Thank you.” Anna whispers while she was being helped on out of the van.

Just before the Duke had given her a small smile, a loud voice had roared on out of the house.

“Anna!”

Oh no. she thought as she watched the dark prince come to her, roaring in anger. Not him!

“Din tispe!“ Hans slapped her hard, causing her to fall in a heap. “Du visste at han skulle være der i kveld!“ (You bitch! You knew that he was going to be there tonight!)

“Nei,” Anna whimpers in pain, “det visste jeg ikke!“ (No, I didn’t know!)

“Vel det var veldig tåpelig av deg å tro ham.“ Hans sneers, making her feel nothing but pain. “Han ville aldri komme for å hente deg. Han har aldri elsket deg.“ (Well it was very foolish for you to believe him. He would never come for you. He never loved you.)

Anna had simply just cried at his words.

“Kom igjen,” Hans spat with arrogance as he pulls her on up from the ground, “la oss få deg inn. Horer som du trenger litt søvn.“ (Now c'mon, let's get you inside. Whores like you need some sleep.)

“Ja Hans.” Anna whimpers in pain as they had entered on into the house.

“Anna!” her older sister had cried out once they entered into the house. “Oh Anna!”

“Elsa.” Anna whispers, knowing that she was safe in her older sister’s arms.

“er alt i orden?“ Elsa gave her sister a comforting look as they sat in small room nearby. “Er du skadd?“ (Are you okay? Are you hurt?)

“jeg har det bra.“ Anna answers. “Det er bare vondt.“ (I'm fine. Just hurt, that's all.)

“hva har skjedd?” Elsa examines her sister’s bruised cheek. (What happened?)

“Å, det er ingenting.” Anna shrugs her off. “Det er bare et blåmerke. Hvordan gjorde du i dag?” (Oh that’s nothing. It’s just a bruise. How did you do today?)

“Jeg var OK.” Elsa answers. “Jeg fikk bildene mine tatt.” (I was alright. I got my pictures taken today.)

“Hvordan gikk det?“ Anna mouths. (Oh, how did that go?)

“Det var vidunderlig.” Elsa adds with a little bit of excitement in her eyes. “ Sannsynligvis bedre enn det som hadde skjedd med deg selv.” (It was wonderful. Probably better than what had happened to you though.)

“Nei det er greit, Elsa.” Anna had tried her best to shrug it off. “Det bør være noen bedre dager, snart.“ (No it’s alright, Elsa. There should be some better days, soon.)

“jeg vet det.”

“Uansett,” Anna coughs a bit, “ jeg så ham i kveld.” (Anyways, I saw him tonight.)

“hvem?”

“Kristoff.” Anna answers as her sister holds her close. “Han ville være der.“ (He wanted to be there.)

“Hva mener du, Anna?” Elsa quirks an eyebrow. (What do you mean, Anna?)

“Han ville at jeg skulle bli med ham.“ Anna replies back with such urgency. (He wanted me to go with him.)

“Vel, hvorfor ble du ikke bare sammen med ham?” Elsa asks. (Well why didn’t you just go along with him?)

“Elsa,” Anna gave her sister a concerned look, “du vet at jeg ikke kan forlate deg her.” (Elsa, you know that I can’t leave you here.)

“Vel hvorfor ikke?” (Well why not?)

“Elsa,” Anna sniffles, making her sister feel sad, “jeg kan ikke forlate deg hos hans. Hvis jeg gjør det, vil han skade deg.” (Elsa, I can’t leave you here with Hans. If I do, then he will hurt you.)

“Anna.”

“Elsa,” Anna shushes her older sister, “la ham ikke skade deg. Plus, Papa foretrekker å ha oss holde sammen. “ (Elsa, I won’t allow him to hurt you. Plus, Papa would prefer to have us stay together.)

“du har rett.“ Elsa sighs in defeat. “Anna, tror du at du vil se Kristoff igjen?“ (You’re right. Anna, do you think that you’ll see Kristoff again?)

“jeg vet ikke” Anna answers with her heart aching. “Jeg vet bare ikke.” (I don’t know. I just don’t know.)

#priceless au #frozen fandom #kristanna fandom

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