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bluenpjm · 2 months

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CLOUD9 AGENCY ☁ JJK X OC

synopsis. faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern… genre. non-idol au ; slice of life au ; intern!jungkook ◦ fluff ◦ angst ◦ smut pairing. JJK x OC rating. M wordcount. 4.8K warnings. foul words, violent thoughts, sad vibes and life not making sense, drinking, arguing, just a lot of different feelings! a/n. a really really late birthday gift to my #1 supporter of this story. happy late birthday lulu, you're the best! 🥺💛🌻 chapters. 3 — 4 — 5

It hadn’t been the first time someone had disappointed Carolina. It had been, however, the first time she had allowed someone to get too close too quickly. And that was a mistake she wouldn’t be committing again anytime soon. After all, you learn from your mistakes. At least you should.

She storms towards the elevator, her anger seething within her.

Carolina doesn’t care to collect any of her belongings that stay laid in her office—and for the sake of everyone in that entire building, it would be best that her little purple troll with neon green hair would be in the box with her stuff the next day. Horace—the troll—had been her companion throughout the most challenging moments of trite; that, and her camera. Cassandra never bothered to replace the agency’s old one that, for the entire time Carolina had been with Cloud9, had been broken and merely acting as yet another item in her glass office to be left to collect dust.

Already inside the elevator, she faces the crowd for the seconds it takes the doors to close—some people had already started whispering, others dispersed once faced with Cassandra, while the one intern that she cared about didn’t move; her eyes are on him and she doesn’t look away until the doors close. As she begins its descent, she’s met with her reflection in the steel doors. She wants to scream and punch someone. Wholeheartedly, she wouldn’t mind punching both Jungkook and Cassandra straight in the face. “Stupid Jungkook,” she mutters under her breath, hands falling to her hips. “Fuck you and your meaningless empty words.”

Her chest keeps rising and falling as she crouches on the floor, practicing her breathing exercises to calm her racing nerves, as the box keeps on dinging, signaling that she is closer and closer to the ground level.

Stepping out of the tall building that had been her workplace for the last couple of years, Carolina stood on the bustling sidewalk, the busy street teeming with people despite the hour. She hated early meetings. In fact, she hated all sorts of meetings. There was no need to have an entire team stop their days so that they could waste 45 minutes of their busy schedules to speak about something that could easily be an email.

Her work day was managed according to her own will. The team that worked closely with the creative director was used to her being offline in the morning and extremely active during night hours. Her brain became electric after midnight and they had all been able to coordinate a pretty balanced work schedule so they could communicate effectively.

With its modern design, the towering building loomed above her. Car horns, the hurried footsteps, and the chatter of pedestrians created a symphony of urban chaos that served as background noise for the audio message she was recording for her best friends, trying her best to veil her frustration and disappointment as she recounted the situation. She knew she didn’t have to lie; in fact, it only worried her that her friends would jump Cassandra in the street or key her car. It wasn’t like her to openly discuss her feelings. Instead, she made some jokes.

“But yeah—” She pauses briefly, phone momentarily touching her lips. “I’ll be seeing you guys at 8 pm. As usual. Peace out!”

She hits the green button, sending her audio through, before immediately typing a quick message so they don’t rush to listen to her recording. 15 entire minutes of her ranting about her day so early in the morning would definitely alarm them.

Her ride finally arrives and she lets out a sigh of relief as she climbs into the backseat. The added feature of no conversation was a blessing as her mind throbbed with frustration. Leaning back against the comfortable leather seats, Carolina closes her eyes and lets the soothing melodies of the music playing on the radio wash over her. As the car began its journey, the towering buildings of the city gradually faded into the background, replaced by the familiar sights of her own neighborhood. The streets became lined with quaint houses and small local businesses.

From time to time, she would open her eyes, checking that the normal-looking guy who was driving her home didn’t have a little bit of Joe Goldberg in him and took a detour to his secret layer where he would try to murder her. She had been devouring true crime podcasts and it had quickly taken over her mind—whichever situation she found herself in could be the perfect crime scene. Sometimes she even found herself looking for ways to leave clues behind so that the investigative team could find her body.

But as her paranoid mind came to ease, she couldn’t help but appreciate the contrast between the hectic city and the peacefulness of her neighborhood. The cool breeze gently brushed against her face as she peered out of the window, and her home was just around the corner. She longed for a cold shower, a chance to wash away the stress and frustrations that had been weighing on her shoulders.

Successfully arriving home without being kidnapped, Carolina takes the stairs up to the third floor. The elevator in her building had been making weird noises and after getting stuck there twice, she decided not to put her luck to the test any longer. The angels were probably worrying about someone else because she was having one hell of a day.

She feels exhausted and defeated. As she closes the door behind her, one of her shoes is already flying as she swiftly takes it off. The other follows suit. Tossing her keys on top of her bag that had also been thrown to the floor, she moved with automatic precision toward the bathroom.

The soothing sound of running water fills the room as Carolina turns the faucet, letting it pour into the bathtub. The cold shower is replaced by a warm bath that would hopefully serve as a place to unwind and let go of the stress that had accumulated throughout her morning. The day had barely started and she was feeling drained.

Stepping into the warm water, she lets out a sigh of relief as it caresses her skin, the tension in her muscles slowly melting away. But the feeling of betrayal kept lingering in her mind, as she could still vividly picture Jungkook’s doe eyes stuck to the floor, the question of why he hadn’t backed her up as he promised haunting her. Closing her eyes, Carolina submerges herself in the water, wanting nothing more than the world surrounding her to fade away.

By the time Carolina left her bathroom, she was surprised to find her living room dimly lit, washed in tones of orange as the sun had already begun to set. She fetched her phone and wasn't surprised by the thousands of messages her friends had sent her, both on their group but also in the private chat. She was expecting them to explode by the news—that, and that they were going to kill her because of the lack of communication.

Her wrinkly fingers wouldn't allow her to leave a fingerprint behind, making it impossible to unlock her phone. Her attention fell on the time displayed on the screen instead and she knew she had to hurry if she didn't want to be yet again late to their dinner date.

Carolina’s encounter with her friends that evening was based on venting frustrations and only after she had some drinks and shared some laughs, they discussed her situation with Cassandra and Jungkook. As she had expected, the two girls immediately began a plan to make the lives of the two people who were tormenting her friend’s mind a living hell.

As the evening drew to a close, Carolina managed to put her friends in their respective cars, calling one for herself while feeling grateful for them. She knew that with the two she would never be alone in her struggles and that they would always be there for her. But as she arrived home, she couldn’t help but check her phone for any missed messages. Despite still being upset with Jungkook, deep down she craved to have something from him—some sort of explanation for his reaction earlier. Scrolling through her social media, the feelings only grew inside her and she decided it was time to call it a day. Setting her phone down, the silence in her room is deafening and it feels like it’s spinning. She just wanted to close her eyes and forget this day ever happened.

As days turned into weeks, Carolina’s rage faded down.

After quitting her job, her days settled into a monotonous rhythm. Her once bustling schedule was now a simple sequence of actions that played out in the confined space of her house. The path she treaded between her bed, the fridge, and the bathroom would soon start to feel worn, like a well-trodden trail that could be found in the woods.

During the initial days of her newfound routine, Carolina found a peculiar comfort in the limited space, as if the world beyond was too vast and too overwhelming to face. Deep down, she had been craving this alone time; this silence—a relief. The constant ringing of her phone, which had once been a constant reminder of work-related stress, was now replaced by a soothing quietness. For the first time in a while, she was able to breathe in the stillness of her surroundings.

However, a sense of emptiness began to creep into her life. Despite the wanted freedom, an undeniable void had emerged. Her phone became a reminder and creator of chaos in her mind. Whenever it chimed, her heart would skip a beat, anticipation rising in her chest. Her thoughts darted between who could be the culprit behind the sensation of the mini heart attack she suffered with each buzz. Most times, it would be her friends. But those weren’t the calls or messages that she craved; her mind darted to the possibility of it being him.

Jungkook crossed her mind endless times per day. The man who, somehow, had vanished from her life. His absence, although appreciated at first, started to gnaw at her, the frustration and anger that had been her initial response giving way to more complex emotions. She started feeling helpless. The more shows she binged, the more she started to realize that her life, in that moment, was stripped of sense.

Carolina’s thoughts seemed to gravitate towards Jungkook with every passing day. She would catch herself wondering where he was, what he was doing, and whether he was thinking about her as much as she thought of him. And every time, she would end up feeling ridiculous by occupying her mind with someone whom she believed she didn’t mean half as much to.

“So,” At the sound of her friend’s voice, Carolina’s gaze left the blurry images that were displayed on her screen to face the girl sitting on the other end of the couch.

“Oh no…” She sighed, fighting the urge to massage her temples. “what is it this time?”

“How’s that portfolio coming along?” Deo eyed Carolina through her eyebrows as she sipped on the noodles that were fuming from the cup in her hand.

“It’s coming.” The short answer was an easy indicator of the lack of interest regarding the topic. “Ya’ know.”

The friend hummed and Carolina pursed her lips together. Her friends had been bugging her for the past week so that she would get some work done. Deep down, she knew that this was their attempt at making her leave the somewhat depressing state she had allowed her body to grow into. She wasn’t like this—the type to back down; cross her arms while the world revolved and she remained still. She was a force of nature to be reckoned with. And so, it was odd to see her so defeated.

That night, however, after saying goodbye to her friend, she didn’t go to bed. She didn’t slouch on her couch either, as usual, Netflix playing on the screen of the TV with the most recent drama until she either finished it, the sun rose or she fell asleep. Instead, she managed to take all the clothes that laid on her desk’s chair and moved them to her bed, allowing her to sit in front of her laptop for the first time in weeks.

The first couple of times she hit the power button, it wouldn’t turn on, completely drained of power. So, Carolina lost a couple more minutes looking for the charger.

It took some minutes for the machine to reboot and for the screen to make her dark eyes glow. Opening the first drawer of her desk, she fetched an old dotted notebook and started to outline a strategy. In her mind, it wasn’t that clear yet, but Carolina had started to define, step by step, how she was going to get control of her life again and make it incredible.

The visual identity of her very own agency wasn’t done that night. The sun rose and she continued glued to her screen. And after a couple of days, she contacted previous clients, explained her new situation, and offered her services. She planned to start her very own agency, offering her creative mind to those in need. A modern-day superhero, if one could say.

The first couple of months were hard—harder than Carolina had anticipated. Regardless, she was in a good place. After a long day, her mind didn’t wander back to Jungkook; she didn’t think of him at all. He had become a wound that healed—a thought that she managed to wipe completely from her mind.

Someone once said that the most beautiful parts of life were in the small things. Carolina’s small thing lately was the group of people who acted as her employees—some freelancers that she hired to help out on her projects. The group worked weirdly in sync together and they had been a constant in her life in the last weeks.

Lu, a photographer with a keen eye for art and amazing drawing skills, had become a close friend. The other girl in the group was Sarah, a writer who would often pitch in Carolina’s social media strategies. The three girls were walking to the bar after hitting the dance floor of a club for the past thirty minutes.

“Are you official, yet?” Sarah nudged Carolina on her side, head tilting to a table where 5 guys were sitting. The latter’s eyes followed and landed on the one who was trying to vent some air through his black shirt. Jae. Carolina laughed. “Exclusive, then?”

“We’re playing a dangerous game already,” Carolina turned her back to the table, viewing the ludicrous wall of liquor. “Giving it a label will only make it more complicated.”

“Those big round eyes—he looks just like a lost puppy,” Lu’s speech is slurred.

“Getting strays off the streets is more your scene. How’s Lucious?” Carolina joked wittedly, remembering that just last week the girl had sent her a photo of a stray cat that she rescued from the streets. It would be kitty number four now and she was certain that the it’s just temporary—until I find someone to take him talk was a big fat lie.

As the conversation develops between the other two girls, Carolina’s eyes fall on the subject of their previous conversation. If anyone had asked her about him, she would most likely say he's nobody—better yet, a work colleague; someone that she hired now and then to help her out on her gigs. But when her friends asked, it had become quite evident that their little rendezvous after work, which usually resulted in her doing a walk of shame back to her apartment the next morning and ignoring his texts for the next couple of days until work brought them together had become more and more common and Carolina was trying her best so that people wouldn’t notice how he messed with her head and heart. Their eyes meet and Jae gives Carolina a giant smile, which she shyly reciprocates before turning around to face the bar yet again.

People-watching was one of Carolina’s favorite hobbies. Her creative mind would go wild, creating stories according to the faces of the people in her sight, sometimes even roaming into the dialogues they were having. Lucky for her, the area is packed.

A woman, not much older than her—or at least she guessed—playfully twirled her hair between her fingers, a radiant smile on her lips as she talked to a guy next to her. He had the puffiest lips Carolina had seen that night and it was evident by his body language that he hadn’t kissed or been kissed enough that night.

Another man sat not so far away and, in contrast to the people next to him, he was gloomy. Head was swinging up and down as his focus was on catching the attention of the barman to ask him for another drink. That one certainly would have a hard time finding a taxi home. And that is of course if he wouldn’t end up sleeping on one of the benches outside of the club.

The barman that the gloom wanted to attract was busy taking the orders of a young man over the loud noise of the music. The man was leaning his whole body on the counter in a kind of boyish manner, trying his best to speak clearly despite his eyes already appearing somewhat foggy. As he finally finishes, the barman gives him an assertive nod and the man smiles. And suddenly it clicks… that smile. It sends Carolina down a spiral and she has to control the pulsating need that rushes through her body.

“Hey, you’re feeling ok?” Lu rapidly asks but gets no response. “Are you going to throw up?”

Carolina focuses on the man’s movements and sees how he licks his lips as his back hits the counter, attention dispersing to something—or someone—in the crowd. His silhouette was unmistakable amidst the sea of gyrating bodies now that she had found him. Her eyes dart from his profile to the back of his head and it’s like she has laser vision and it’s starting to burn a hole in his head as his hand comes to caress the area. It’s at that moment that their eyes meet for brief seconds.

“I’ll be right back,” Carolina speaks through gritted teeth, not noticing the man taking a double look at her.

“Where are you going?” Sarah’s concern is palpable in her voice as she watches Carolina dart through the crowd.

The pulsating bass of the music reverberated through the dimly lit club, creating a rhythmic throb that seemed to synchronize with Carolina’s racing heartbeat. The air had suddenly become dense with laughter, chatter, and the occasional clink of glasses.

Carolina’s eyes finally meet the man’s surprised ones again. Determination fueled her steps as she pushed through the tightly packed room, navigating the ocean of people that ebbed and flowed around the bar. Each step felt heavy, like a battle against a roaring sea, the tide pushing her back in the shape of warm bodies that added to the suffocating atmosphere. The scent of perfume, sweat, and spilled drinks mingled in the air; it felt nauseating, the surge of emotions of seeing him after so long threatening to spill over.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps as emotions threatened to consume her, and yet, the determination to confront the man she had managed to extinguish from her mind propelled her forward. Carolina stands before him, hands resting on her hips as her eyes lock into his. The world seemed to quiet for a moment, the surrounding chaos fading into the background as she prepared to unleash the torrent of emotions that had simmered within her.

“Carolina, I—” And as her name rolls out of the man’s tongue, she almost crumbles, getting hit by sudden nostalgia. His shaky eyes scan her entirely and she restrains her body from moving. Jungkook is only steps away from her and where she thought hurt would lay, a sense of antipathy is born.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Yet again, they were face to face. Had she been completely honest, Carolina was terrified. Her life was decent—good, even. She was healthy, and happy, and enjoyed what she was doing. She was proud of her projects. She would even wake up some mornings and go for a jog. But encountering Jungkook at the club and being with him in the intoxicating setting such as his car, with all those memories and all those emotions, made her swing back and forth between maintaining her cool and ignoring the feelings that hadn’t been dealt with and, instead, shoved deep down into her core.

“I am sorry.” He paced slightly from the end of the couch he was sitting on to the window. For a few seconds, he stared outside. And then he noticed she hadn’t even blinked. “I am.”

A long sigh escaped Carolina’s puffy lips. She wondered if he was trying to make her believe his words or if he was trying to realize if he meant them. “So you’ve said.”

“I mean it.” Jungkook sat back down on the couch. He stared intensely deep into her eyes, trying to reach the warmth of her soul, sincerity pouring through his, while she gazed at him back, void of emotion. “I really do.”

“Can’t exactly say your word means much.” She reclined back into the armchair. While Jungkook was sitting on her couch, she had decided to take aid in the singleness of her armchair, far enough that he couldn’t reach her. “You say a lot of stuff, but it doesn’t seem to have much meaning.”

Carolina knew that her harsh words and unfiltered sincerity were one of the things that bothered Jungkook. It was probably one of the things that always made him feel like he was walking on eggshells around her. He was the complete opposite. Politically correct, even. His expressions could fail him—although rarely—but he would always say the nice thing, or not say anything at all. Carolina would be truthful if regarding something she was passionate about, even if it meant saying something the other person wouldn’t enjoy.

“I know what I did to you—the way I acted,” Jungkook stopped mid-sentence, almost as if trying to collect his words, afraid that if he said the wrong thing, Carolina would throw him out of the window. She had already pictured that scenario only minutes after he had entered her apartment. “it was wrong, and you deserved better.”

“And yet…” She gesticulates with her hands, emphasizing their position. “here we are.”

He just wasn’t saying the right thing. And if Carolina could be honest, she wasn’t sure there was a right thing to say. Maybe there was nothing that he could say to make up for the heartache she felt. For the humiliation. And seeing him hide his face between his hands as his head hung heavy between his legs, just made her want him gone. And almost as if reading her mind, Jungkook asked “What do you want me to say? I am really really sorry and I haven’t stopped thinking about it and you ever since.”

And that last sentence was like a punch to the gut. “Ya’ know what? I forgive you!” Almost as if Carolina had been suddenly hit with a wave of good spirits, she gets up from her armchair, her tone chipper. “You are forgiven for being an absolute asshole and a liar. I am completely over the fact that you betrayed my confidence.” Her hands fell to her hips and Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed. “So, please, leave. We don’t have anything else to discuss.”

Grabbing him by the arm, Carolina almost hauls Jungkook from his seat. “Wait,” his manifests are in vain though, because only when he enforces his stance she stops. “I think I loved you,” Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the floor. “and that freaked me out.”

“Oh, give me a fucking break.” Arms in the air, Carolina turns to face her wall. She takes a deep breath. “You loved me so you played me and then never spoke to me again. Can’t imagine what kind of father you’d be!”

He ignores her comeback, “I wanted to be with you every second of my day. I wanted to stay until late in the cloud room with you just noticing how the colors made you look more and more beautiful. You were messing with my mind and I was allowing myself to fall for you, even though it wasn’t appropriate.”

Carolina’s hand doesn’t move from the front door’s handle and she has to strain the laugh that threatens to leave her lips. Jungkook’s stance is incredulous as he doesn’t dare to look her in the eye as he professes what seems to be his undying love for the girl.

“You’re different and you’re weird and you have a funky taste and it scares the living shit out of me. You made me feel. When you smiled at me. When you trusted me with assignments…” Completely ignoring the girl’s wishes for his departure, Jungkook sits back on the couch again, this time on the armrest, his body facing her. “And then I get to the office, late as fuck, already freaking out, and see that scene. I was shocked. And when I finally came to my senses, I felt too embarrassed to reach out to you.” He speaks fast and his lisp is noticeable. Carolina sees how truthful his words are, his tongue poking the inside of his mouth as he faces the empty wall. “I was ashamed that I let you go like that, let you go through that situation with everyone looking at you and I didn’t stand my ground immediately like I should have.”

Jungkook stands up and Carolina’s grip on the handle falls. “So, you have every right to hate me. You can even punch me if you’d like if that would make you less hurt…” he walks closer to her, stopping only a couple of inches away, somewhat afraid that she would take on the offer. He gives her a small smile. “although I would prefer you wouldn’t. You look like you have a mean hook.”

She finally lets out a dry laugh, focusing everywhere but on the man in front of her. She’s trying to remain defensive, fighting the urge from her body to give in to his speech, to believe that he’s saying the truth, that maybe—maybe—this time, things can take a different turn. “So… past tense, huh?”

He ignores her sarcasm completely, as if switching roles and him being the serious one. Jungkook wants to take her hand that hangs mindlessly in the air but restrains himself from doing so. He fights the urge to run his hands through her fluffy hair like he had done so the previous night in his car. His brain can still recall how soft it felt on his fingers and how it smelled of lavender. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I know it’s my fault and I just want you to know that I feel like garbage for hurting someone who meant—means—so much to me.”

Carolina purses her lips together, focusing on the dirt that stained the white of his Converse.

“Can we start over? Friends?” Her eyes land on his extended hand and travel all the way up to his face. He’s hopeful and she can’t wait to touch his skin again, so she shakes it. He smiles radiantly as if a little kid who just won the biggest fluffiest teddy bear at a fair. “I’ll text you tomorrow.” Jungkook wants to sound certain but Carolina senses the shakiness in his voice.

“Just don’t spam me.” Carolina rolls her eyes while they finally let go of each other’s hands. Jungkook gives her one last look, providing her with a silent chance to change her mind and as she doesn’t, he nods, pleased, before leaving.

Carolina’s hands fly to her head, fingers massaging her temples as she is dazed by the event she has just lived. She closes her door, back hitting it for support and her focus relies on outside her window, how the sun had already set and the night had taken over instead, the sky painted dark navy blue while some stars shone in the distance.

There’s a knock on her door and she rushes back to open it, reason completely out of her mind, “Jun—” She stops mid-word. “Jae! I was not expecting you.”

“In my defense, I did text you. Not my fault you don’t look at the thing.” As he makes his way inside, chuckling, he gives her a small peck on the cheek. “Brought food.”

“Great!” Before closing the door, Carolina glanced at the empty corridor, trying to shake the weird feeling that left her stomach turning. It doesn’t go away, not even after she ate the ramen Jae brought. And so she takes this sudden unwell state to send him off. The drawers inside her mind were all messy; she had some organizing to do.

[ chapter 5 ]

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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 9 months

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Untitled Roxy x Reader fic (hurt/comfort)

EDIT: A more polished version is now up on ao3. If you're re-reading it or sending it to someone, then the ao3 version is preferred, but it's not changed enough that I would necessarily suggest re-reading it again if you weren't already going to. <3

For some reason, last night, I decided that it was imperative I write and release a Roxy x Reader oneshot before Ruin. (ETA: To be clear I mean I wrote this before Ruin released, therefore it contains NO SPOILERS. <3) It's an idea I've had for awhile and was going to do as a comic but decided to expand it and write it out instead. I may post a more polished version to ao3 at a later date.

Fun fact: Roxy was my first FNAF crush, before SB even came out. So Ruin will have many chances to break my heart.

Word count: ~3200

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When the Pizzaplex burned down, none of your colleagues had seemed particularly interested in returning to the ruins. You could understand…some of the techs arriving for the morning shift had been caught in the blaze, and while there were no casualties, there had been some injuries. Yourself included.

After a few weeks in the hospital, the burn mark across your face was just an angry red scar, and the singed hair you’d had to cut off had regrown enough for you to wear a slightly uneven pixie cut.

The other techs said you were crazy to want to go back. The future of Fazbear Inc was uncertain, and the animatronics themselves were just that. Animatronics. Machines. Not worth putting yourself in danger for.

But you’d come to consider Roxy a friend. Sometimes you thought she considered you one, too. She didn’t seem like she would readily admit such a thing even if it were true.

She had at least liked you as a tech, if not as a person. You were the only one who could do her pre-show checks and weekly maintenance without ruining her hair, at least according to her. According to the other techs, Roxanne’s hair was always fine.

You quickly learned that to Roxy, “fine” was equivalent to a reprehensible failure. A disaster. A complete horrific mess.

You didn’t think your experience with costuming (specifically wigs) in your college’s theater club would ever be something you used after you graduated, but life is full of surprises.

You wander through the corridors of your ruined, burned out workplace, flashlight in hand. You have a few guesses as to where Roxy might be. You desperately hope she’s okay. The structure is mostly intact, but there are a few collapsed portions and fallen bits of decor. You think as long as Roxy had been able to avoid the worst of the heat, she’d be mostly alright.

You make your way to Rockstar Row, your workboots crunching on the debris as you walk.

As you approach Roxy’s room, you hear something that makes you freeze.

Crying.

For a moment you wonder if another tech, or perhaps some urban explorer or rubbernecker is in here with you. Then you recognize the voice behind the sobs.

Roxanne is crying? You’re more surprised than you probably should be. But you’d seen behind her mask a couple times. Behind the vanity, haughtiness, and borderline entitlement, you had occasionally glimpsed a profound insecurity. Beneath it all, you don’t think Roxy actually likes herself very much.

You swipe your badge on the door, and it actually dings and slides open. Or tries to. Something jams it halfway and you have to wedge yourself into the doorframe and push the door open the rest of the way.

Roxy, who had been sitting at her vanity, head in her hands, perks up. Her ears twitch as she glances around. “Who’s there?” she calls out.

You open your mouth to speak, only to leave it hanging open in surprise as you see how badly she’s damaged. So much of her exoskeleton is missing, exposing the endoskeleton underneath. Her hair is a tangled, singed mess and her tail isn’t much better. But most horrifying, her eyes are completely gone.

“Who’s there?!” Roxy repeats, a growl in her voice as she stands up and starts stalking towards you. You can hear the servos and joints in her body creak in protest as she moves.

“R-Roxy, it’s me!” you say before hastily blurting out your name.

She stops, her ears twitching and her claws grasping at the air. At first you think she’s baring her teeth at you, but you quickly realize her broken faceplate has put one side of her mouth in a permanent snarl.

She huffs, turning away. She skulks back to her vanity, plopping down in her chair and burning her broken face in her shattered hands. “What do you want?” she mutters.

You tense, taken aback. “Wh-What do you think I want, Roxy?” you ask incredulously, slowly moving towards her. “I-I wanted to know you were okay. I wanted to help you. I was…terrified you’d…been destroyed,” you say quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She pulls away with a growl. “I have been destroyed! Just--Just look at me!” The rage in her voice doesn’t fully mask her despair, nor does it completely hide her fear. Fear of what? Of what could have happened? Of how close she came to being permanently deactivated?

Her command was clearly rhetorical, for she lowers her head further, digging her claws into what remains of her scalp.

“Roxy…all this can be fixed…” you say gently.

“No it can’t!” she snaps. “I already checked. Parts and Services is a pile of rubble now.”

“Well…what about the loading docks? Maybe we can at least find some new eyes for you…”

She scoffs. “Oh good. Then I can see myself. Because feeling all this isn’t bad enough,” she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Roxy--”

“FINE!” she growls, pushing back from her vanity abruptly. If the chair weren’t screwed into the floor she surely would have toppled it over. “Fine. Let’s just go.”

You flinch nervously, nodding. Remembering her blindness, you quickly say, “Okay. Here,” you say gently putting a hand on her arm.

“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, though she sounds somewhat less defensive and a bit…nervous? Embarrassed? With a huff, she adds, “I’ll just follow your footsteps.”

You bite back a sigh. “Alright,” you say patiently.

You lead the way out of her green room towards the long stairway down to the loading docks. You’re not about to risk trying to take the elevator.

“Here, careful on the stairs,” you say, gently taking her arm again. This time she allows it, albeit with some reluctance as she gives you what probably would have been a withering look if her faceplate had been intact.

It’s a long way down and neither of you want to rush. The sound of your softer footfalls and her heavier ones as you both pick your way down the stairs echoes through the stairwell.

Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk.

You watch her carefully. She seems too focused on making it down the stairs to be too sulky for the moment. Small blessings, you suppose. Still, the silence is only stretching out your descent.

“It sounds like one of your knees is out of alignment,” you say eventually.

“The left one,” she confirms a bit gruffly. “I can manage.”

“I can see that,” you say gently. “It took me awhile to notice something was even wrong. You carry yourself well,” you say, smiling a bit.

Roxy grunts in acknowledgement, but doesn’t preen even a little at the praise. That’s unusual for her…compliments usually cheer her up.

“Maybe I can find a new hinge while we’re--”

“Why are you doing this?” she cuts you off.

“W-What do you mean?” you ask, stopping in the middle of the flight of stairs.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean,” she says. Before you can speak, she continues, “This whole place is finished. Nobody’s coming back to rebuild. What’s the point of you patching me up?”

“I told you, Roxy…I was worried…” you start as you resume your climb down the stairs.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you!” you say, exasperated as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You keep your hand on her arm as you make your way down the corridor, and she doesn’t protest.

She snorts. “You care about a pile of scrap?”

You wish she could see the glare you give her at that. “You are NOT a pile of scrap! You’re just a little scuffed.”

“More than a little,” she huffs.

You sigh. “Okay, maybe a little more than a little,” you admit. You force a smile. “But hey…I’m the perfect tech, remember? If anyone can get you fixed up, it’s me, isn’t it?”

You weren’t normally any kind of braggart. Roxy had been the only one to ever call you the perfect tech, though you feel like that was almost more a point of pride for herself rather than for you. As if she were praising herself for being deserving of the best tech more than she’s praising you for being the best tech. But you still liked hearing it…and sometimes it really did seem like she was directing the praise at you.

Roxy turns her head towards you, her ears swiveling forward. It’s hard to read her expression with her broken faceplate, but eventually one side of her mouth ticks up into a small smile. “...Yeah…” she admits softly.

You squeeze her arm gently, careful to not touch any of the sharper broken off bits.

Once you get to the loading dock, you guide her to sit down on a crate while you look through some of the recent part shipments.

The fire had somehow spared much of this place, but the collapse of P & S had rippled partially through the area and several patches of ceiling had fallen, knocking over piles of crates and leaving the whole place in disarray.

Eventually you find a crate that has the P & S stamp on the wooden slats, and figure that’s a promising place to start. You grab a crowbar and begin trying to pry it open in any way you can.

Roxy’s ears perk and she turns towards you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying--urg--to get this crate open,” you grunt.

She stands and walks towards you. “Let me,” she says. She reaches towards you, trying to determine your position.

You take her hand, your fingers weaving in hers for a moment before you guide her hand to the crate.

“Thanks,” you say, stepping aside.

“Well…pretty silly to make a human do all the heavy lifting,” she says, digging her claws into one of the planks. The wood splinters and creaks and is readily ripped free.

You smile weakly. “You’re right…these arms would never have a fraction of your strength,” you say. Jokingly, you lift your arm and flex…only to realize Roxy won’t be able to see it.

Probably for the best. It was a dumb joke anyway.

She snorts, actually preening a bit as she pulls another board free. “Even busted…” she agrees softly. Her tone is slightly melancholy…as if she doesn’t fully believe it.

She pulls another board free, and you put a hand on her shoulder. “I think that’s enough for now,” you say, guiding her back to the crate she had been sitting on before.

You begin pulling the smaller boxes from the shipping crate, cutting them open and rummaging through them, looking for anything usable.

Once again, the silence stretches on.

After finding nothing useful in the first two boxes, you glance back at Roxanne. Her hand is over her face, her middle finger slowly tracing the cracks near where her eyes had been. The quiet isn’t doing her any favors.

You shove the box you were looking through aside and pull out another, cutting it open. “Roxy?” you break the silence.

“Mm?” she grunts, still more focused on her faceplate than you.

“You…d’you um…remember that time we ran out of driver bots and that angry dad yelled at me?”

She pauses briefly, turning her head towards you. “What about it?” she asks before going back to feeling her faceplate.

“You remember what you said to me?”

“I called you an idiot.” Was that a touch of guilt you detect in her tone?

You laugh weakly, nodding. “Yes. But you remember why?”

“For letting a loser like that get under your skin,” she says plainly.

“Right,” you say, smiling. “I think about that a lot, you know.”

Roxy scoffs. “Really? Freddy said I was too rude,” she says. If she had eyes she would have rolled them.

You let out a gentle chuckle. “Well…maybe a bit,” you admit, earning a slightly sulky huff from her. “But there was truth to it, y’know? And I think about it a lot. It uh…it’s…helped me. Deal with people like him.”

She cants her head, one ear flicking curiously. It’s a cute expression even with her broken faceplate. “It…did?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling out another box and opening it. “I-I mean…you were right. I knew he was a loser but I still told myself his opinion meant something. But it doesn’t, y’know?”

“Yeah,” she agrees quietly.

The conversation lapses again, and you try to resist the urge to slow your search in order to come up with a new topic. Luckily, it is Roxy who picks the next topic.

“You remember that time a birthday party ran long, and I was late getting back to the recharge station?”

You freeze. Oh you do remember. You remember that evening well. The animatronics tend to get a little quirky when their battery dips below five percent. Something about a power save mode cutting power to random systems. Usually mobility, but somehow, their…inhibitions, for lack of a better term, also seemed to go by the wayside. As far as you know nobody ever quite understood why, but it was a little like getting loopy from lack of sleep, or even a bit tipsy.

Roxy smirks, hearing your stunned silence. “You do.”

“Y-Yeah…I…I wasn’t sure if you did, though.”

“I remember the important parts.” Before you can start to wonder what the “important parts” are in her mind, she continues, “You’d finally used that salon voucher I gave you for your birthday. Gotten your hair done. Actually wore it down. I never understand why you hide such long pretty hair up that bun.”

You fluster a bit. “Th-The dress code--”

“Oh, you do it without the dress code,” she scoffs, flicking a hand dismissively.

You clear your throat awkwardly, pausing to rub at your cheeks as if you can wipe the blush away. “W-What’s your battery at, by the way?”

She snorts. “Just an idle wondering?” she smirks. “It’s twenty-two percent.”

So it’s not her low battery talking…

Roxy continues, “You know…if you can find a set of replacement eyes…I wouldn’t mind seeing your hair down again,” she says, actually sounding wistful, of all things. You don’t know if you’ve ever heard her sound wistful.

You sigh softly, running a hand over your chopped off hair. “Y-Yeah…” you say, noncommittally.

She glances at you questioningly, sensing something in your tone. But before she can comment, you cut open another box, and find it has the spare eyes you’ve been looking for.

“Found the eyes!” you say. Some of the happiness in your tone is genuine. You grab two amber ones, going over to her. “They’re just standard optics, so you won’t see as well as you’re used to, but…it’ll do for now,” you say, guiding her to lay on the floor.

Her smile fades slightly and she nods, reality setting back in. Despite your claims that you could repair her, she wasn’t convinced she’d ever be as good as she was before. “Guess it’ll have to,” she mumbles.

You put a flashlight in her hand and position her arm to shine it down on her faceplate, giving you light to work with. Your toolkit is beside you, with some extra lengths of wire and soldering iron to work with. As you cut away the burned wires, murmuring apologies whenever Roxy flinches, your mind drifts back to that evening.

Her power had been at one percent when you finally coaxed her into her recharge station. Before you did, though, she had leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. You think she had been trying to nuzzle your cheek. Even “drunk” you don’t think she wanted to kiss you like that.

Neither of you had ever spoken of that night again, until today. She must not remember the kiss, you decide. She wouldn’t bring up that night at all if she did.

The truth is you’ve carried a small flame for her ever since then. Or perhaps a little longer, if you were more honest with yourself. Nothing you couldn’t ignore most of the time, of course…but something that had occasionally managed to put a bit of warmth in your heart when you allowed it to.

But none of those silly little what-ifs you’d allowed yourself to daydream of would ever come to pass now.

You wire in the eyes, then carefully fit them into their sockets. As they come online, the attached eyelids blink shut against the light.

You quickly turn away, keeping your back to her as you pack up your toolkit. “Th-They working okay?” you ask. It’s silly to turn away like this. You can’t possibly delay her seeing your scar for more than a couple minutes. Why even bother trying?

She moves the flashlight out of her eyes and sits up, looking around. “Yes,” she says. She pauses. “...Better than I thought. I forgot the standard optics still have night vision.”

You laugh weakly. “Another thing you have over me, then,” you say in what you had meant to be a good natured tone, but you couldn’t quite keep the melancholy from your voice.

Roxy catches it and glances at you curiously. She stands up, then reaches down a hand to help you up.

Well. No more putting it off.

You bow your head slightly as you turn to take her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. When you stand before her, you finally lift your head to look into her eyes, giving a small, tentative smile that borders on apologetic.

Roxy stares down at you, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. “Wh-What…happened…?”

You sigh, glancing away slightly. “I-I…got to work early, and…I was upstairs when the fire started. It…spread so fast I…had to cut through some pretty bad areas. I-I mean. I guess, something like that…I-I don’t really remember…” you say, your voice starting to shake.

Roxy’s hand is on your cheek, turning your face back towards her as she examines your scar.

You feel your face growing warm. “I-I don’t know how I got the scar, really…The EMTs found me passed out in the employee parking lot.”

Roxy smiles sadly. “You were strong enough to save yourself.”

You blush deeply at the compliment, lowering your gaze. “I-I guess so…”

She runs her thumb over the scar, tracing the ridges of the shiny, discolored skin. “Can it be repaired?” she asks, her tone more gentle than you’ve ever heard from her.

You shake your head, resisting the urge to nuzzle into her palm as you do. “Not…really. My hair will grow back and the scar will probably fade a bit, eventually, but…it’ll…probably be pretty noticeable for the rest of my life…” You feel tears brimming at your eyes and force out a weak laugh. “C-Can’t really…uh…s-switch faceplates on a human…y-y’know?” you say in a wavering tone.

Roxy hums quietly, bringing her other hand up to cup your other cheek. “No need,” she says, lowering her head and gently nosing at your scar.

Your breath stills at her words, your eyes widening in surprise. You’re almost not sure you heard right.

She pulls back, smiling down at you tenderly. “You’re still beautiful,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing her lips to yours.

#fnaf #fnaf roxy #fnaf roxanne #roxanne wolf #roxy x reader #roxy x y/n #fnaf security breach #my writing #apologies to everyone waiting on the next chapter of stereo souls #my brain just does this sometimes #i can only focus on the third item in my todo list #sometimes i can glitch tasks into third place to work on them but other times i just start a random new project

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katz-chow · 5 months

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of apple pies and bloody knives chapter one: a haze in the fields

warnings: pilot to slasher!graves x fem!reader, hallucinations, hauntings, paranoia

word count: 1,000

Amber waves of grains only applied to two parts of the United States, the Midwest, and Texas. Even with being one of the most well-known lines within American patriotism, one must see the image of urban life rather than endless fields of golden. Flat plains rolled by the windows of her small Chevy, the peaked window caused strands of brown hair to dance in the warm, late summer air. Over her shoulder in the back of the Impala, boxes of essentials clinked and clattered whenever the pavement proved to be porous

Sporadically hitting small towns on the way to her destination, fields turned into hills and then back to drier, rougher patches of empty land, a white dot of a house on the horizon. Orange clouds illuminated the sky as she turned on her lights, and a wave of dread washed over her. The rear view mirror showed nothing but sun-bleached tar and rocky hills behind her. For a pretty girl, even in the absence of men, she will never find peace, now or ever.

The familiar glow of a 7-11’s enthralled her like a moth to a flame, welcoming her back to civilization and the safety net of a crowd. The chill of a Montanan night shivered through her, arms tight on her chest as the wind whistled a soft tune. ‘No more than 20 minutes…’ She promised herself, stepping through the blast of air.

It didn’t even take 15 when she was back on the road again, tank full, bladder emptied, and switchblade thankfully still closed. Making good time, she started up her ending journey to Marburn, Montana. Never heard of it? Good. She checks the time on the dash of her car, ‘11:32 PM’ it read. It was late and late is always bad for a girl. She steps on the gas.

“How long you gon’ be here for, Sweetheart?” The extended-stay motel clerk asked as he thumbed the toothpick between his lips. The teal paint smothered the crackled walls behind him mixed with the fluorescent lights made him look greenish, hair flowing from the desk fan not escaping this effect either.

She fished for her credit card from her wallet and slid it across the counter to him, “Hopefully for a while, but let’s just say 2 weeks for now.”

Her eyes darted over his face, taking in his image just in case. His patchy stubble and tired eyes lent the appearance of a raccoon.

The man shrugged and swiped her card, a satisfying ding echoed from the machine. “$79 for the first week, then it’s $65 for the next, you got that?”

She continued to stare at him, her eyes empty and dead set on the space between his eyes, almost as if in a daze. “Yes, sir.” She whispered.

She took back her card from his hand and the small key to her room. The clock hit midnight as she tugged on her luggage into the damp and dingy motel room.

Locking the door behind her, she also closed the blinds, hanging up a tarp covering the windows as well. She hid. The room was small, with a bed, a pull-out couch, a bathroom, and a small kitchenette with a gas stove, fridge, and microwave. It was doable for the next few weeks, until she can confirm her work and boarding. That, however, was a task for the future. It all resembled a college dorm except if the student had paid extra to get a suite; she smiled just knowing she wasn’t back in that dump, but her smiled dropped into a thinned-lipped frown knowing she was never far from him.

She thought about the boxes of dishes and other necessities in the back seat of her car, debating on whether or not to risk the trip. Her fingers opened the blinds, face nearing in on the dust and eyes peaked between the plastic. Her eyes traveled to the white Chevy parked upfront, the diamond frame of her license plate peeled off. The empty voids mixed with the glittering crystals reminded her of the emptiness in beehives; some filled with honey and nectar while others were left abandoned, hollowed out as if only there to just be there. She sympathized with them as she looked away, catching sight of the innate feeling of danger.

A pair of eyes stared at her, a figure just out on the other side of the parking lot. The figure stood, hunched over a car trunk and turned backward towards her, eyes peering in like a mannequin. His face etched an image of a familiarity, a far she could never forget as he wore the faded red hoodie that she had stolen from him just months prior, laughter bubbled up in them both.

Now, even that thick, old hoodie couldn’t shield the chill than sprinted down her spine, her ears pooling with blood as her heart drummed a solid allegro in her chest. Her stomach growled. It was getting too late in the night, she thought, not worth the trip. Her fingers relaxed as she pulled herself away from the empty parking lot, only her white Chevy in front.

If there she could describe the room in one mood, unsettling would be the word. Dim, yellow lights caused all the shadows on the peeling wallpaper to enhance itself with long shadows, always looming over her seemingly small form. Despite this, she still found the warmth and comfort of tight sheets in a made bed. It wasn’t heavy like how she would remember her bed at home–or well, what was home, but it was better than the back of her car.

Sleep cradled her in its arms, rocking her to a blissful, silent slumber–which was appreciated in comparison to the long nights of sweat-drenched nightmares and paranoia. She was okay, she chanted in her head, convincing herself and the monster that is anxiety and intrusive thoughts. New environment, new life, new identity, she is truly scattered to the winds; a field of dandelions.

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skyfallslayer · 4 months

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The Black & White Lie || Masterlist

-Modern Day!Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader-

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🦋Summary: Country girl Y/N Wheeler has spent most of her life on a farm in Hawkins, Indiana, and, when she goes away to college in Los Angeles, she immediately feels out of place in the daunting urban setting. She is befriended by a savvy party animal named Eddie Munson, who convinces the ambivalent girl to stay in the city. When Thanksgiving break rolls around, Y/N, no longer an innocent farm girl, invites Eddie back to Hawkins, where he pretends to be her fiancé.

🦋Pairings: Slow burn! Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader; (Past) Jason Carver x Reader; Platonic! Jonathan Byers x Reader; Jonathan x Nancy

🦋Rating: Teen-Mature

🦋Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (will contain 18+ content later on).

🦋Word Count: 3,248 (As of now)

🦋Start Date: 2/18/24

🦋 End Date: N/A

🦋 A/N: If you recognized the summary, this is actually inspired by the movie 'Son-In-Law'. When I watched for the first time the other day, for some reason the love interest reminded me of Eddie a lot and- *Ding*Ding*! Lightbulb moment! And then before you know it, every idea came flooding in and then this was born. Hopefully it turns out like it did in my head. Lol. Enjoy!

|| INDEX ||

Chapter 1: The Graduation

Chapter 2: The Discomfort (Coming Soon)

Chapter 3: The Change (Coming Soon)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x wheeler!reader #nancy wheeler x sister!reader #mike wheeler x sister!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #my fanfic writing #skyfallwrites

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Impalas and Air Force 1’s. Part 3

Nobody said a word I mean what else was there to say? You just found that Urban someone you always considered a close friend tried to ruin your relationship with the man of your dreams.

Jack frowned as he watched you look out of the window, you had your headphones in with your hoodie pulled over your head trying your best to shelter yourself away from everybody, all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.

You felt as if you were going to have a panic attack any minute now, you weren’t sure what to do or who to believe anymore, you felt lied to and betrayed all at once your emotions were running wild like a never ending cycle.

Once you all finally made it back to the hotel you were quick to get out of car. Neelam walked behind you as Jack trailed behind the two of you with the rest of the guys.

“So what happens now?” Ace asked Jack, everyone eyes now on Jack.

“I’m not sure Ace, I’m pretty sure I’m the last person she wants to talk to or even see right now.”

“You didn’t mean anything you said though so I’m not sure why she’d still be so upset with you.” Drama told Jack but Jack shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

“I know that Drama I was tricked into saying all those rude and cruel words.” Jack paused and looked back at Urban who had his head down, Urban felt terrible for what he did and he had every right to. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me Drama.”

“I think you should try and talk to her Jack I’d hate for you two to end things like this.” Jack didn’t know what to do he felt like everything was falling apart.

Walking towards the elevator he was deep in thought he had to figure out a way to make you forgive him but he wasn’t sure how, he still hasn’t talked to Urban or Clay yet. Once the elevator dinged signaling he finally made it to his floor he got out and made his way towards his hotel room.

His eyebrows furrowed seeing his door was already unlocked, opening it up slowly that’s when he noticed you sitting on the floor packing up what seemed to be a suitcase.

“Baby?” Looking up you felt your heart starting to race.

“Yes Jack.”

“You think we can talk.” You scoffed and started shoving more things into your suitcase.

“What is there to talk about Jack? We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“We have plenty to talk about Y/N. I never meant any of those words I said please believe me I’d never say anything like that about you.” Jack was being sincere and you could tell by the pain in his voice and how he was on the verge of tears meant he was telling the truth, but you weren’t ready to forgive him not just yet you always believed that drunken words were sober thoughts.

“So prove it.” Jack scrunched up his face what did you mean by that.

“Prove what?” You zipped up your bag before standing up and walking towards him.

“Prove that you love me and everything you said was false and I’ll forgive you. Prove to me that everything you said wasn’t true.”

Jack thought about it for a second he stumped on how he was going to prove to you that everything he said was false but he’d figure out a way. It was either figure out a way or lose you and there was no he was about to lose you.

“You got a deal baby and once I do I want an apology.” You rolled your eyes and smacked your lips.

“I’m the one that deserves an apology.” You joked the two of you laughing for a quick second before it got awkward again.

“I promise baby I’ll prove to you that you’re my everything.” Jack grabbed the side of your face softly before making you look up at him, he scans your face and is quiet for a few more seconds.

“I love you sweet girl.” Resting your face in his palm you gave it a small kiss before pulling away from him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jack.” He had to admit it hurt not hearing you saying you loved him back but he understood why you didn’t. The next morning Jack was determined to show you that he loved you and that everything that was said that night was all false.

The next morning

“Y/N who’s at the door?” Neelam groaned and placed the pillow over her head to try and block out the noise.

“How am I suppose to know Neelam? I’m in bed.”

“Well can you get up and check I’m tired.” You looked at Neelam in disbelief before getting up and tying your robe around you before checking the front door, when you opened it you came face to face with about a dozen or so roses.

“Uh what’s all this?” You asked the man holding the roses he smiled before placing the vase of roses carefully on the floor and pulling out a card.

“These are from Mr. Harlow he told me to give these to you.” The delivery man smiled before picking up the roses again and handing them to you and walking away.

“Who was it?” Neelam asked from the bed before putting her phone down, her mouth dropped seeing all of the roses.

“Is that from Jack?” You smiled and nodded before placing the flowers on the table.

“I guess he really does feel bad.” She told you, you smiled and smelt the roses before turning back to Neelam. “Well he’s gonna have to try a lot harder I love roses and all but it’s going to take more than some flowers.”

“Understandable but let’s get up and start the day shall we.”

“I thought Jack didn’t have a show today?” She smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

“He doesn’t but he wants to make sure you’re ready in about an hour or so.”

“What are you talking about Neelam?” Your eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Jack’s taking you out for the day and later on tonight we’ll meet you both at the restaurant he had picked out. So come on enough standing around you have to get ready.” Before you knew it Neelam was pushing you into the shower after you showered she dressed you in a pair of mom jeans with a white crop top and a black and white varsity jacket.

After you were done you quickly did your hair before following Neelam downstairs to the lobby where everyone was waiting.

“Wow look at you Y/N if you wasn’t with Jack I’d take to wife you up myself.” Ace joked, making Jack glare at him.

“Thank you Ace.” You spoke softly before standing in-front of Jack he smiled and took your hand in his.

“Are you ready for today baby?” Jack was wearing something similar to yours he just wore a pair of black cargos and a black t-shirt with a varsity jacket.

“I’m ready but where are we going?” Jack explained to what you two will be doing today while walking you to the car, everyone was happy that the two of you were working things out everyone but Urban. He had a sour look on his face and Clay noticed it.

“Don’t even think about it Urban everything is finally settling down and hopefully Y/N forgives Jack so whatever type of plan you have going on in your head let it go.” Jack still wasn’t talking to Clay after Clay blurted out what had happened at dinner and Clay understood but he missed his brother and he regretted trying to breakup Jack and You

“All I’m saying is he’s going to go right back into being under her little spell, we’re never going to get the old Jack back.”

“So what Urban? I don’t want the old Jack back he was a player and user I love this new Jack he’s in love and he’s healthier and happier, you had a chance to have something like this but you messed it up.” Urban rolled his eyes before getting up and going outside to smoke.

He saw Jack and You getting into the suv before it drove away, Urban took a few hits of his joint trying to figure out some type of way to make Jack leave you or better yet make you leave Jack, he smirked when he realized he came up with the perfect plan.

“Jack where are we going?” You laughed as Jack pulled you along the cold and busy streets of London.

“Just try and keep up baby it’s a surprise.” He laughed you huffed, was he being serious right now? He was way taller than you and was pretty much dragging you at this point.

“Are we almost there? I swear it feels like you’re about to rip my arm off any minute now.”

“We’re here.”

“What’s this place?” You looked around in awe it was like a winter wonderland, there was an ice skating rink and there was decorated Christmas trees everywhere it was beautiful.

“Last night after you left my room I went downstairs to the lobby and talked with a few of the ladies at the front desk and asked them if they knew any places to go for a fun day out and they all recommended this place.” Your heart fluttered he did all this for you?

“We don’t even know how to ice skate Jack.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well we can both learn together now. I’ll be back baby I’m going to get us some ice skates and I’ll be back.”

“Wait before you go.” You grabbed the sides of his jacket before pulling him into you and kissing his cheek. He face turned a bright pink before walking always with a goofy smile on his face.

Once Jack came back you both put on your ice skates before attempting to walk over to the rink. Jack laughed as you wobbled and held onto him tighter.

“Jack I don’t know about this let’s just go get something to eat.”

“Come on baby you got this, just hold my hands and pay attention to me and only me.” You did just that grabbing ahold of his hands, Jack skated in-front of you the two of you skating in circles slowly, you grinned when you noticed you were starting to get the hang of it.

“Wow not me being a rapper and actor and a ice skater.” Jack joked, you rolled your eyes at him and the two of you made your way back to the tables.

“Did you have fun?” The two of you were now sitting down and enjoying some much needed hot chocolate.

“Yes I did thank you Jack.” You brought the hot chocolate up to your lips and blew on it before drinking it and moaning at the warmness that went down your throat.

“Are we.. well do you forgive me?” He asked nervously, you put down your drink and looked at him his nose was a bit pink due to the cold winter air, his curls hanged loosely on his head, his lips were a bright shade of pink due to him biting on them, looking back at the rink and the snow that fell from the sky you knew you were no longer mad at Jack he had went out his way to bring the two of you all the way out of here when you knew he didn’t have to especially with his busy schedule.

“I forgive you Jack just don’t do something stupid like that again.” He laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“You’re right and for now on I promise I’m done going out and drinking.”

“Hmm you better now let’s go get something to eat I’m starving.”

Later on that night

Later on that night you were all on your way to dinner, you sat on Jack’s lap while everyone else sat across or next to you both.

“Well it looks like the happy couple finally made up again?” Neelam smiled you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck.

“We did and I’m happy we did.” Jack’s hands caressed your inner thighs making you moan quietly.

“I’m happy you two made up as well because I was getting tired of hearing Jack crying all night.”

“You’re right I remember after dinner he was crying his ass off to Nemo.” The laughed, you stiffed a laugh at Jack’s annoyed expression.

“Alright this isn’t pick on Jack hour let’s not do too much.” While everyone joked and laugh Urban stayed silent he watched Jack and You with envy, Urban was convinced you were taking his friend away from him and he’d do anything in his power to convince that from happening.

When you all arrived to the dinner it was a very nice and dimmed place which you were thankful for the last thing you wanted was a bunch of fans in your face asking for pictures even though you really adored them, you just wanted a small and quiet dinner for once.

After a couple of drinks you were all giggle and laughing at anything and everything, Jack had you sitting on his lap, he was rubbing on your thighs and had his head in the crook of your neck leaving soft and sloppy kisses along your neck.

“Jack” you moaned out and tried pulling him away from you. “Not here wait till later.”

“But I want you now baby.” Groaned and traveled his hands from your thighs to your ass. You were both interrupted by a cough.

“Well I know you two missed each other but let’s not have a porno in-front of everyone.” Drama told you both. You got off of Jack slowly the embarrassment kicking in.

“I’m sorry Drama.” You apologized and sat down next to Jack.

“It’s okay Y/N but Jack the guys and I were going to go outside real quick and check this shop across the street that sold jerseys, you coming?” Jack was a bit hesitant at going he wanted to stay with you but you convinced him to go.

“I’ll be right back baby don’t miss me too much.”

“I’ll try not too.” He gave your lips a quick peck before following after Drama, Ace and Nemo. It was now only Urban and You and Neelam but she was fast asleep traveling the world took its tole on her and all she wanted to do was rest.

Things with Urban and You were awkward you haven’t talked to him since you found out he made Jack say all those cruel and awful things. You’d look up from time to time and see he’d he already looking at you.

“Can I help you Urban? You’ve been starring at me for the past ten or five minutes.” You asked him he frowned and made his way over towards you.

“Look Y/N I’m sorry I just missed Jack was all and the minute you came into the picture I felt like I was loosing him.” You hated that Urban felt that way you did because Jack and him were like brothers.

“I’m sorry Urban I didn’t mean to make you feel that way but I believe Jack’s changed for the better don’t you think?”

“Well I wouldn’t exactly say that just yet.” “What are you talking about?” You watched him intensely as he took out his phone from his pocket and went on instagram.

“Earlier today this girl messaged me and said Jack and her have been sleeping around and I know you probably won’t believe me but remember back in Germany when Jack went to that bar with Drama.” You nodded your head slowly and waited for him to continue.

“Well if you look closely you can see him right there in the background, leaning down and it looks like he’s kissing someone.” You looked closely at the picture and it was Jack he had on that blue and white flannel with black jeans but the girl was photoshopped in but of course you didn’t know that.

“S-so what does this mean?” Your voice barley above a whisper as you looked up at Urban.

“He’s a cheater Y/N, always has been always will be and you should know this by now.” You felt like a fool, you felt played and lied to. Jack never cared for you he was a liar and a cheater and that’s all he’ll ever be.

Looking up at Urban with your teary eyes you excused yourself, Urban watched you leave with a smirk on his face.

“Checkmate.” He told himself before lighting his joint.

You weren’t sure were you were going but all you wanted to do was leave. You shivered and tried your best to pull the jacket closer and tighter to your body.

“Y/N? Where are you going.” You cursed you completely forgot Jack was right across the street. You just ignored him and kept talking hopefully he’d get the hint and leave you alone.

“Baby? Hello I know you hear me.”

“What do you want Jack?! You’ve done enough just leave me alone.” He furrowed his eyebrows wondering what you were talking about.

“What are you on about?”

“You know what I’m talking about don’t try and act stupid now.” He was taken off guard you’ve never acted like this or treated him like this.

“I don’t what? I don’t know what you’re talking about baby I promise, please not this again.”

“I can’t believe I let you play me like a fool you’re a cheater nothing about you has changed nor will it ever change. I’m done with you Jack were over.”

“What? You aren’t leaving me Y/N you don’t even know where you’re going.” He grabbed your arm but you quickly snatched away from his grasp.

“I’m going home I’m getting away from you. I hate you Jackman Thomas Harlow. I hate you so much.”

Jack watched you walk away he was too stunned to do anything you’ve never in your life said you’ve hated him so hearing those words coming out of your mouth honestly broke his heart. He knew there was no way of getting you back now and that was a harsh reality he’d have to deal with.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 year

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I have this idea in my head: Sleepover with Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn (separately)? I just received my pink unicorn onesie with socks in the set and it inspired me to ask this question. Of course, the reader also bought a blue unicorn onesie for Caitlyn and Jinx and a pink onesie for Vi.

What could I expect and what do you think we would do?

Watching movies?

Playing video games?

All-night talk?

Of course, I invite you to this pajama party too c:

No party like a pajama party c:

Jinx: Your onesie gift has been shredded and repurposed into something with studs, safety pins and a glow-in-the-dark eye at the back (so you can be treated to the sight of her sneaking off in the middle of the night to rummage through other people's recycling bins for cogs and doodads).

She will arrive at your place with her own gaming console, her own snacks, and a burner phone that buzzes at three hourly intervals. If she doesn't send a text, a car with tinted windows begins circling your block, flashing lights at your doorstep. If asked, she'll roll her eyes and sigh, "Ughhhh, just my dad's minions. Gotta make sure I haven't been abducted by the evil weevils of suburbia."

Weirdness aside, she's a bundle of hyperactivity. She'll suggest one movie, grow bored, and when you go refill the popcorn bowl, you'll come back to another movie in its place. Halfway to the one-hour mark, she'll fall asleep curled like a cat on the couch. In the middle of the night, you'll wake up to the clamor of her raiding your fridge for midnight snacks. She'll have brought her own sleeping bag, but by morning, you'll wake up to her folded around you, her braids stuck in your mouth.

By eight o' clock sharp, Silco's limo will roll up, and issue a single imperious honk. Mouth stuffed with cereal, she'll scramble to get her things, give you a haphazard hug, and bounce out the door, "Ihadfungottagobyeeeeee!"

She'll leave her toothbrush behind at your place. That's no accident, but an excuse to come back again later.

Hopefully without Silco setting a timer on all her fun.

Vi: She shows up in the onesie with her overnighter slung from her shoulder, and two boxes of pizzas with your favorite toppings. There's also a nice bottle of some vintage brew she may have... appropriated from the Drop's cellar. "What Vander doesn't know won't make his customers drunker," she'll say with a wink.

She'll be amenable to playing video-games and a movie afterward. Unfortunately, the moment you start playing together, her competitive streak will take over and she will get intensely focused on winning, while shouting profanities at the other players through the headset. "N00b trending?! Oh, I'll show you n00b trending!" At some point she'll lose her temper and punch a dent into the wall.

Shit.

Um... send her the bill for that one, okay?

Afterward, stuffed full of pizzas, she will switch the lights off for spooky ambiance, and begin narrating creepy urban legends from the Undercity. This lady is good at horror stories. Like... a little too good. At some point you'll get so reeled in, that when the microwave dings to signal your popcorn is ready, you'll end up lurching from your seat and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Prepare to be ribbed mercilessly for the rest of the night.

You'll fall asleep together on the couch, watching movies. You'll wake up having overslept, and find yourself tucked in bed, and your house cleaned up. There will be a note on the counter, stating she had lots of fun but there was an emergency at the Drop so she had to dash.

Emergency? Oh, Mylo got busted for burglary and needed bail money.

Y'know. The usual Lanes drama.

Caitlyn: Oh, a pajama party? How exciting! She's never been invited to one before - unless falling asleep in Jayce's workshop counts? She appreciates the onesie gift, but alas, she's too tall, and it doesn't fit quite right. No worries. She's brought a gigantic pashmina shawl for you both to share. It's so soft and finely stitched that it's like being hugged by a cloud. An expensive, well-mannered cloud.

Video games aren't much her thing, unless there's a puzzle or a mystery to solve, and she's not really up on lots of movies. Her family were more the outdoorsy sort, spending summers hunting raptors on the family estate. She did learn how to make some native Tereshni dishes on vacation to the islands, however.

In the kitchen, she'll roll up her sleeves, and whip up something unusual but which smells and tastes pretty darn good. If asked how she learned to cook, she'll grow self-conscious, then admit to spending time with the family's cook a great deal, since there would seldom be anyone else at home, with her mother so busy with Council work, and her father off managing her various business affairs in her absence. Learning recipes gave her something to keep her mind on - and a practical life skill!

You'll end up spending the rest of the night swapping happy and not-so-happy childhood stories, then fall asleep nestled under her shawl like peas in a pod.

Afterward, you'll receive a lovely Thank You card and a box of candies from House Kirraman, and an invitation to have the next pajama party at their estate<3

#asks #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane vi #arcane jinx #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn #vi #jinx #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #arcane headcanons #arcane headcanon

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iatethatupsblog · 12 days

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If Only They Understood 3

@okaaay-mice I LOVE YOU

Urban's Pov

"Bro I've never seen you actually care about an outfit" Jack laughs, "I'm surprised she said yes tbh she could have all this "Druski, "Yeah whatever all that is" Shloob laughs, "Dude I doubt she cares about what you wear," Sunni says as he scrolls through his phone, "Ofc you say that cause you have no love life" Urbans exhales, "Alr bro just wear something you know she likes" Cozane exhales sharply, "Alr bro"

Urbie Wurby Outfit (😫😝😌)

Zara's Pov

"Omg, I'm gonna die he's seen me wear half these outfits BILLONS of times," Zara frustrated bc she planned a fit beforehand and it didn't turn out the way she wanted it to, "Girl I doubt he cared what you wore Neelam says being honest, "Exactly he's not gonna notice," Nola says, "Ok I get what you guys are saying but I haven't gone on an actual date since yk who and I don't wanna look like I don't care," Zara says irritated, "Ok just wear this," Nola says, "Fine" Zara says

(I couldn't pick on so yeah)

3rd person pov

*Urban turns off the car engine and goes to Zara's front door and knocks* "Hey Urbie you look nice", "Nah that's all you mama", "Here are your flowers

"Thanks, Urbie you ready to go" Zara smiles like a little kid who got a new puppy, "Why are you smiling so hard?" Urban says laughing, "I don't flowers ever this is sweet thank you", "Anything for you mama", "Let's get going to tho our or we're gonna be late", "Where are we going anyway", "Oh you'll see",*They get to their reservation*, "NO FUCKING WAY SUSHI OMG YOUR REMEMBERED "yes ding dong," Urban says as Zara side-eyes him,*They get inside*, "Reservation for urban" the lady says," Yeah that's me", "right this way" lady smiles a little too hard in my option, *They order their food*, "Hey mama imma go use the bathroom", "alright ", "Zara is that you" Zara's ex Max says

Flashback

"YOUR USELESS YOU JUST A HOE" Max yells as he hits Zara,"I TOLD YOU TO STOP TALKING TO THEM DIDNT I" Max yells, "I'm not stopping friendships for you, Your not special I've known them basically all my life before me and you even became a thing so get over it", "YEAH WHATEVER GET OUT AND DONT COME BACK YOU USELESS BITCH"

Flashback ends

"Zara are you ok" Max says, "What do you want Max I do not want to see you", "Come on baby I miss you and I know you miss me" Max's cockiness kicks in, "No tf I don't so LEAVE" Zara yells the last part, "Watch who your talking to Zara don't make me cause a scene," he says grabbing her wrist hard, "max LET GO "Zara yells again, "Your fucking lucky where in public by Zara still same old ass whore your always was "He scoffs as he leaves,*Urban comes back*, "Sorry I took so long jack called and who was that" Urban questions, "The one and only max "Zara laughs knowing she wants to cry, "You wanna talk about it, "Urban says holding Zara's hand, "No I'm ok this is about me and you today," Zara says as she still holds urban's hand,*They get done with their food and they get in the car*, "Today was fun urban thank you," Zara says smiling, "Hey maybe next time we can go play soccer," Urban says hoping Zara will catch the hint, "Oh your asking me on a second date i see" Zara says smiling hard, "Only if you want too", "Ofc i do urban",*They get to Zara's house* "Thanks again urban", "Stop thanking me anything for you ma" Urban says laughing then looks at Zara, "I love you Zara" ,"I love you too Urban", They look at each other and lean in and they(lets save that for next chapter)

See you next chapter

#urban wyatt #private garden #jack harlow imagines #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine

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group-oc-tournament · 3 months

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Round 2 - Match 6

The Surviving Six

(@the-anemoi)

Consisting of Amity Fabroa, El, Misty Artineli, Leonidas XIII, Era and Lily Lykaios.

Who are They?

they're really funny and get in a lot of drama :) found family with 2 having major unresolved crushes on each other, one dude being married to someone completely outside the plot (and also an URBAN LEGEND??? WHO JUST. DOES NOT TALK ABOUT IT), one being a mad scientist, and the other two being so codependent that they probably have never fought once. literally the worst people you could choose to a) survive a massacre and b) try to rescue everyone else

The Anchor Bay Gang

(@pankomako)

Consisting of Sharky, Shipwreck, Screwball, Juicebox, Bubbles, Hot-Rod, Ding and Milkshake.

Who are They?

The town of Anchor Bay lives in fear of a gang who cause nothing but trouble around town. At least, that's what the other townsfolk think. In reality, this so-called gang is just a group of friends who like to hang out and often end up causing chaos in the small bay town. Oh, and they all have cool nicknames, given to them by their "leader", Sharky, who really enjoys playing into the whole gang thing. No special, fantastical gimmicks; just a bunch of adults being goofy, roughly 8 years from now.

#poll #round 2 #match 6 #The Anchor bay gang #The Surviving Six

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hoodharlow · 10 months

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For Jack Harlow: “I said i’m sorry, what else do you want from me?”

A teaser for something I'm working on for @moody4world 🤭

"Do you know the difficult position you put me? Your dad is gonna fucking kill me." Jack sighed.

“I said I’m sorry, what else do you want from me? It's not like we can unfuck each other.” Nora told him.

Jack sighed and rubbed his face in frustration. His phone dinged. He reached for it and read the text from Urban letting him know that he was parked a few houses from Nora's parents' house.

"I gotta go." He said, pocketing his phoned.

"No yeah," Nora nodded.

"I'll text you or whatever." He said.

"Yeah." She gave him a toothless smile.

#collide concepts #jack harlow concepts #anon 😌😌😌

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pocminiseries · 2 years

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Condemned.

➵♜Type: Purely Fiction/Halloween Special ➵♜Pairing: Kim Taehyung, Cha Eunwoo & Jung Wooyoung x OC ➵♜Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Drama, Explicit Language, Intense Themes, Reverse Harem ➵♜Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Music Related ➵♜Summary: In which she discovers the men in 4B aren't quite who they claim to be.

☠|Halloween & Chaos

Riley couldn't remember much as she held her aching, bloody knuckles under a flow of cool water in silence.

But what she could recall was her fist repeatedly hitting a woman she barely knew and then being roughly pulled away by her cousin. Everything seemed to happen fast yet in slow motion at the same time that it left her mind hazy.

Her soft sniffles filled her ears making her realize that she had been crying. Looking in the mirror, she watched as a few tears fell from her eyes and down her face, as memories of what happened started to come back.

Since this morning when she had stepped foot on campus, she had felt eyes on her. Although she would catch people staring at her curiously, the glares and mean mugs definitely didn't go unnoticed, still she ignored them all as she always did.

Riley was aware of what today was and what it represented beside it being Halloween.

It was a day she knew she should've stayed hidden away in her apartment.

Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.

However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.

It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.

Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.

"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.

"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.

"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"

The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.

"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"

A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"

"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.

Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.

Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.

As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.

"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.

It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.

And that was when she heard it.

A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.

Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.

However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.

Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?

"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"

"Before you what?"

In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.

Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,

In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.

This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.

"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.

They were trying to scare her and it was working.

Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.

Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.

"Boo!"

On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.

Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.

"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.

The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.

He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.

As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.

"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.

Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.

"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.

She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"

His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?

"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.

"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.

"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.

It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"

"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.

"The Se-"

"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.

"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"

"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"

Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"

The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...

"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.

They all were so fascinated by her.

Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"

She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"

Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.

But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.

The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.

'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.

This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.

Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.

Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.

It was something out of a horror film.

Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.

A feeling that she was all too familiar with.

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